Still don't own Obi-Wan. Thanks for all the reviews. I will try to update more regularly.
The boy passed his days in a haze of darkness and ever growing fear. People with a strange pink hue to their skin came and went bringing him water and bread but never speaking and never meeting his gaze. His right leg was broken, he was a slave on a ship bound for a fate unknown, he was helpless without a weapon, and his master Qui-Gon had no idea where he was. His nights were filled with nightmares, and his days were filled with pain and desolation.
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The spaceport was alive with a flurry of activity. Ships of all shapes and sizes were constantly coming into the port. People were rushing about selling and buying supplies and souvenirs from their journeys. The port seemed to be home to most of the galaxies orphans. They skulked about in the shadows waiting for a precious piece of dropped fruit or a dropped coin to snatch up and make off with. The port also seemed to be home to some of the galaxies best healers, outside the Jedi temple of course. Obi-Wan was taken to one such healer by a pink hued denizen from his captor's ship. The healer, a man with three eyes and a silver tongue, was called Techee. Techee was said to be a wonder among the healers, one with a deft touch. A curious tingling sensation spread through Obi-Wan's leg as Techee probed the broken bone.
"Hmm, broke clean in two," said the small man in a wheezy voice. There was a bit of tingling, and then white hot pain following a nasty crunching sound that only lasted a second but still made him cringe.
"Well I've healed the bone but there may be a slight discomfort for a while till the swelling goes down." A malicious grin tugged at the corners of the man's mouth as he said the word discomfort. Great, thought Obi-Wan I'm being held captive by a slave trader and being healed by a sadistic lunatic. Things couldn't possible get worse.
Oh how wrong he was….
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The firelight cast eerie dancing shadows on the low ceiling of the cavern. Boys ran back and forth in pairs carrying buckets full of a very rare blue rock. In the first few days of his enslavement Obi-Wan leaned that the blue rock that he and the other boys mined from dawn till dusk was the most precious and expensive rock in the outer rim territories. It drove the slave trade and made kings out of those lucky enough to stumble onto a pocket of it.
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The hours ticked by slowly and the sound of hammers and chisels echoed loudly in the small enclosed space where the boys worked. Obi-Wan barley heard the whistle that signaled the end of the work day. He filed into line with the other boys as they headed for the lift. The lift began its agonizingly slow ascended toward civilization. Numb from the cold of the cavern and defend by the hammers Obi-Wan gratefully accepted his bowl of hot water and celery, a meager supper but a welcome one. He was then lead to a cold lonely cell. Climbing into bed later that night after supper Obi-Wan fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pile of sheets that served as his pillow. He was woken at dawn by the soldiers posted outside his cell.
"Wake up slave!" He punctuated the command with a fist in the boy's stomach. Laughter rang in Obi-Wan's ears. "No breakfast for you, you're too lazy to eat." The guard shoved his face first out the door. Obi-Wan managed landed painfully on his knees. "Hmm, I think no lunch either. Now move it slave!" Obi-Wan was once again forced into the cavern for another long exhausting day of mindless hammering for the evil redheaded man who owned him.
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Alone in his chamber the red headed man watched the monitor showing his newest slave, a boy by the name of Obi-Wan. He was in lying on his bed in his cell nursing a burn on his left arm, a goodnight gift from his guard. The red headed man had big plans for the boy. Big plans…