Chapter 4: The Head of Anakin

The first thing the bounty hunter did when he entered the bridge was run up a bow to Sidious. In his right hand he carried a bundle, what was wrapped in it was the head of Anakin. Carefully he laid it down in front of Sidious and then he stood up.

" So this is the head of Anakin." Sidious said in a feigned serious tone.

" Yeah, and I'll take the reward now."

" Mmm, no not yet. First open it."

" With pleasure." He bent down and quickly unwrapped the tiny bundle, out rolled the blue head of a Rodian.

" You know, Skywalker is not a Rodian, and the reward was for somebody that actually captured him, alive"

" Oh…"

" You are a pathetic man. I should kill you right here, but I wont."

" Thank you milord… thank you!"

" Oh not so fast, I wont kill you, but she will." He said coolly pointing at Xen, she smiled wickedly.

" Nice, a chance to try out the force lightning, thanks Sidious." Xen said. She aimed her hands at the helpless hunter slowly and began producing force lightning from her finger tips that smacked into him in a steady cackle. His eyes turned white and his flesh rippled. Xen immediately stopped, the man fell down dead.

" Captain," Sidious said." Get this man out of here, set a course for Coruscant, and take Anakin with you."

" Roger, roger."

Landing on Nar Shaddaa was quite simple for Obi-wan, all he had to do was state his name and they granted him permission to land on a platform. Exiting his shuttle he walked down the landing deck and into the old building that stood before him. There were a couple of low life aliens sitting around a data pad projecting a pod race.

" Hello there, can you tell me where I might ask around to find someone?" Obi-wan asked politely. A sickly looking thin man turned his ugly face towards him.

" There is a lots of people to find on Nar Shaddaa, specifically who you be looking for?"

" A man and a woman, with children."

" HA! The only mens and womans with children that come around here go to the refugee sector, try there."

" Thank you."

" And uh… for my trouble I am needing five credits."

" You can do without five credits."

" You know, I can do without five credits."

" Good man." Obi-wan stated exiting the place into what one might call a courtyard. I was full of being walking around in tattered clothes looking in trash heaps littered here and there for food. Like ants trying to scavenge a crumb that had fallen.

Obi-wan walked past them all up to a damaged door that had the words Refugee Sector printed above them on a neon light sign. They opened slowly as Obi-wan walked up to them and he entered the narrow hallway on the other side. There was a few blood stains on the wall as well as a few dead bodies. It reeked of body odor and rotting corpses in there. He finally exited it into a huge courtyard or whatever you wish to call it stacked past the walls with metal boxes that contained beds and tables in them. The refugee home. The first person that Obi-wan saw he went up to, a young woman with matted hair and tatters for clothes.

" Excuse me, who can I talk to if I want to find out who passed through here?"

" Rodin, he is like the president of this place, takes care of us best he can."

" Where is he?"

" Look for the biggest metal crate you can find, he's in there."

" Thanks."

" Yeah whatever."

Obi-wan walked past the woman and into the maze of crates. It didn't take long to find a huge one. Unlike the others it was completely closed except for a hole in the side which was cut out badly. He stepped into it, the interior actually had some furniture. Two cut up sofas and a makeshift table with one chair. There was another cut hole in the wall opposite the entrance.

" Hello stranger." Said a man stepping out of the hole. He was dirty, old and half naked with noting but a belt and a long sack covering his lower parts.

" Are you Rodin?"

" Sure thing stranger, how can I help you?"

" I was wondering, about thirteen years ago did a Jedi happen to pass through?"

" Mmm, yeah, a man in Jedi robes did, he had a wife though and two little babies, they was looking for a place to live, they had a lot of money so I recommended the apartments on the north pole of here."

" Why the north pole?"

" That's were all the rich people live on Nar Shaddaa."

" Well thank you very much for your help." Obi-wan said. Her turned and stepped out of the hole, back through the maze of crates and through the horrid hallway. A sigh of relief escaped him as he entered the courtyard away from the horrible stench, though it didn't smell that good there either, or look good since a trio of cuffed Twi'lek dancers dressed in metal bikinis walked by led buy a blue skinned male Twi'lek who seemed to be sexually harassing the female behind him.

There was no doubt they were slaves for some hutt that lived around there. After all Nar Shaddaa was the moon that orbits Nal Hutta, the world where the hutts make their home.

" Excuse me sir." Said Obi-wan politely to the even though he was disgusted to the male Twi'lek.

" They aint for sale so be on your way." He said rudely.

" You will let them go and you will not bother them again."

" What, do you think you are some kind of Jedi talking to me like that. No mind tricks work on me." Obi-wan shook his head. Why did he have to get involved?

Using the force he sent a powerful sleep suggestion to the Twi'lek's brain. He fell down instantly snoring. The females thanked him as he unlocked their chains and they ran away no doubt to find some less revealing clothes. And Obi-wan headed back to his shuttle setting it on a course to Nar Shaddaa's northern pole to find Anakin and bring him to Yavin IV.