Hey guys, have another chapter that I barely finished on time lol and I realized that I am so stupid because I have been writing "managuard" instead of "magnaguard" since I fucking STARTED WRITING FANFICTION

I cut my hair and now have an afro but my brother keep calling it ugly which is honestly rude, especially coming from someone who looks like he's never heard of combs

N E ways enjoy a chapter with a plot that isnt a carbon copy of everything else I write (mostly)

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Chapter Seven: Anakin stop panakin we have a planakin

Anakin burned with fear and anger as he was escorted down the hallway. His feelings burned bright, even when dormant ready to be set aflame. Most would assume that these emotions were about him, but they were about his padawan. The General had no idea what they had done to Ahsoka, and he was honestly scared for how she was holding up. He knew that she was strong, but torture was not fun, and she was only a kid. The anger reminded him that the moment he got free was the moment that Count Dooku paid for his evil ways. He would be killed quickly, but the death was all that was required for revenge.

As he and his escorts arrived at a set of blast doors, the Jedi prepared to battle. All of the fight died, however, when the doors opened. Ahsoka was laid on a metal table with a lightsaber to her throat, held in the white hand of Dooku. The two men looked at each other, and the youngest knew that he could not win this fight. He was not willing to sacrifice his padawan for his freedom, so they were both at the Separatist's mercy.

"Skywalker," the Count greeted jovially, "so nice of you to join us. I was quite worried your padawan would become lonely without anyone to share our accommodations with."

At that moment, the togruta gave a little groan, the weak sound filled with pain. It caught the pilot's attention, and his anger rose again when he catalogued her injuries. A bruise across her cheek, the remnants of a powerful blow, along with several burns that marred her body. They were shiny and tight, cauterized slices to her skin that spanned each limb. The way they were made, it was almost as if they were created by a lightsaber.

It hit him then that they obviously were, Dooku had sliced open a teenage girl with a kriffing sword made of heat! He reminded himself again to stay calm, her life was in his hands.

"What did you do to her," he growled, even though he knew the answer. He needed the Sith Lord to confirm his heinous crime, to give him more reason to get revenge later.

"Oh, I've simply been having a chat with her. It has been quite one-sided, she is quite rude and won't answer simple questions with anything but sass."

Anakin felt pride at that, Ahsoka had held up well. It wasn't great that she'd had to, but it was impressive she could. Going for a nonchalant tone, he quipped, "I'm sure her remarks were quite witty. She has learned from the best."

The togruta on the table chuckled weakly. She remarked, "You have taught me well, Master."

The Count scowled and said, "Now that you two are done yapping, take her away." The last part was directed at the magnaguards, who released their captive aggressively, causing him to stumble for a moment. He took a step forward, intent on comforting his padawan, but this made him distracted and couldn't dodge the bolt of electricity the E-V in the corner sent at him. He convulsed, leaving the perfect opportunity for the magnaguards who had been previously occupied with him to release Ahsoka from her restraints. The General could only watch, prone on the floor, as her limp form was dragged away as she muttered curses.

Once the blast doors had shut, Dooku reached out a hand almost lazily and, with the Force, lifted the Jedi onto the table. He could do nothing but try (and fail) to roll off, the paralytic shock being quite effective. The E-V came forward again, securing him to the table with the various restraints, and extended one of his appendages. Anakin grit his teeth and braced himself as crackling electricity lit his world on fire.

Jedi Master Plo Koon sat on his chair amongst the Jedi council as they discussed his mission.

"Interesting, this development is," commented Master Yoda. The council had been informed of the situation with the Zygerrian Queen just moments ago, and the grandmaster had been the only one to respond so far.

The Kel Dor stated, "I understand that I must continue my mission, we now have the required data to take my men and liberate the colonists. However, there will still be many slaves left to suffer on Zygerria and will be traded there in the future. With the information we have obtained, we have an advantage."

Mace Windu, always the pessimist, inserted, "We don't have troops to spare on an assault that size. Even if we do win, what next? We just take control of the planet and hope they don't rebel?"

"We could at least attempt to liberate more slaves, maybe free the ones in the palace?" Shaak Ti was attempting to compromise, and Master Plo would take it.

He said, "I agree with both statements. We need to take advantage of their government's instability while we can, liberate however many slaves possible."

The council seemed to actually be in agreement for once, everyone nodding. Even Windu concurred, compromising for this plan. He also wanted the slaves to be freed, he was just a little more worried than the others about the logistics of doing that while staying intact themselves. The General wasn't heartless, just calculating.

Plo Koon stood, no longer needed. "I will make the preparations. My ship can jump to lightspeed within the next few hours."

With that, he left the meeting and readied to free the togruta.

Obi-Wan floated in the containment field, helpless as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Rex was brought in almost immediately after the room was vacated, and he was ultimately strapped in. Dooku was not present for this interrogation, but that didn't mean it was easy to watch or endure.

Sound was also transmitted into his cell, and the General had to listen to every agonised scream from the Captain. The droid would occasionally ask questions, but it almost felt as if the thing was just going through the motions. He was constantly reminded by his own mind that he could stop this if he wanted, but he had never been weak. Logically, no three people were worth more than the galaxy, no matter how strong the urge to help them was.

Eventually, after what felt like hours (for both men), the limp clone was taken out of the room, which was not vacant for long. Mere minutes later, the Jedi jolted in his bonds as he saw Ahsoka held between two magnaguards. One of them had a new dent on its faceplate, and he chuckled. She had clearly put up a fight.

All the humor quickly faded when he realized that she had still lost, and he had to fight anger as the Commander was sedated and restrained, just as he and Rex had been. Count Dooku entered soon afterwards, swaggering and sneering, and they briefly conversed. She said something that earned her a backhand to the face, and the togruta retaliated by spitting blood on his shoes. She was certainly bold.

Obi-Wan watched in horror as he made a remark and then gripped his lightsaber, igniting it with a smirk. The padawan clearly felt the same fear at the red blade and struggled in her bonds, a terrible scream leaving her mouth when it made contact with her skin. The lone viewer closed his eyes and looked away, unable to bear the sight of her torture.

It felt like forever had passed when the poor girl was finally granted a reprieve from the pain. The torture had ended, but she was still there. Odd. After doing some quick math, the General came to the conclusion of this room's next victim. Anakin was the only one who hadn't been tortured yet, and he realized how odd it was that Ahsoka had literally been brought in first. Anakin was an adult, and while the Count may be evil, he wasn't a complete monster.

He pondered this a moment more but was wrenched out of his thoughts as his own former padawan was taken into the room. Anger at his own student's condition was obvious in the Knight, but a lightsaber held to her throat kept him at bay. The two men exchanged "pleasantries" for a time, and the Commander was eventually taken away, unable to support her own weight. The empty table was quickly filled by the Knight's bulky form, though not without a fight. It was almost funny how everyone of them had tried to fight being placed on that table but had ultimately been shocked and put on it, nobody winning that battle as of yet.

The Jedi Master once again turned away as the yelling began.

Ahsoka was motionless for a while in her cell, every movement hurting. It was mainly the burns, they still felt fresh and like they could split open at any moment. She hadn't cracked, but it had been so, so hard to resist. Under her bravado hid her actual fear. Humor was just her coping mechanism, a strategy she'd learned from her Master.

The Commander was on her back, silently willing her body to just heal, when she finally gained enough strength to sit up. She grunted in pain as she heaved herself into a sitting position, propping herself against the back wall. Every turn of her torso aggravated the burns there, and just using her arms stretched the healing lacerations.

The togruta once again stayed motionless until a voice came from above her. She jumped, regretting it instantly, and looked up. It came again, saying, "Commander, can you hear me?"

She sighed in relief, leaning her head back against the wall. "Loud and clear, Rex!"

"How are you holding up? The seppies sure did a number on me, you okay?"

She considered for a moment and then replied, "I'm alright. Some minor cuts and bruises along with some burns. Nothing I can't handle."

They were both yelling through the vents that connected most of the cells, the concealed holes allowing for easy conversations. The Captain prayed to the Force that there wasn't anything monitoring their talking as he shouted, "We need to get out of here."

The padawan smiled. It was very on-brand for him to strategize at a time where many would be hopeless. She asked, "You got a plan for that?"

Her montrals were able to pick up his chuckling. "Working on it, vod'ika."

They were both quiet for a moment, each thinking up the basis for a plan. Finally, the teenager had an idea. "They have to bring us food eventually, and the rayshield is the only opening to the cell other than the vent."

Rex continued, immediately seeing where she was going with this. "That means that they have to open the rayshield to feed us. Are you suggesting we just run out the door when they open it? It's not big enough."

She laughed. "No, but we are both trained in hand-to-hand combat. I may not have won last time, but if we actually plan we'll be prepared."

He nodded, a visual response she couldn't see. "After we escape the cells, what next?"

"Well," Ahsoka began, "I have an idea."

The time to enact their grand plan came a mere half hour later when two B-1 droids came clanking down the hall with dinner. Anakin was still out being tortured and Obi-Wan missing, leaving the devious pair to act alone.

When the droids got to her cell, the Commander waited patiently for them to power off the rayshield. They both raised their guns, saying "Stand down, Je-"

They were never given a chance to finish. Springing to her feet, she held her hands in front of her in a way that caused the blaster bolt shot by one of the droids to snap her binders. As they clattered to the floor, one of the droids said, "Uh oh…"

A swift kick took its head from its shoulders, the second one having the sense to fire its blaster. That was absolutely useless as the togruta dodged it, wrenching the weapon from her opponent's arms and shooting it in the faceplate.

She collapsed to her knees, pain washing over her in a rush. She had pushed it down during the fight with the help of the adrenaline still coursing through her, but now that the fighting had ended it came to visit. She was hyper aware of every burn on her body screaming after being stretched, the pain intense for a minute. Once she had overcome it enough, the Commander got steadily to her feet and walked over to the cell of her friend.

Rex was standing expectantly when she arrived, sweaty from exertion. He did a double-take as he saw her current state, far worse than his. He had no lasting injuries aside from cuts, the sixteen-year-old in front of him had all that and some nasty burns that she had largely undersold the severity of. The rayshield was lowered, and she grinned at her friend.

He whistled, brushing off his concern. "Impressive that you beat those clankers with your injuries, Commander."

She smiled, though it was strained. "I feel like a million credits."

He grinned back, starting forwards. They needed to get moving if they were to succeed. The padawan quickly caught up, tossing him her blaster, claiming not to need it. Skywalker had certainly passed down some arrogance, but she likely would require it less than him, being a Jedi.

The pair crept down the hallway, both soldiers remembering the direction they needed to go. They were lucky enough to be blessed with strategic ability and sharp wits, thus aiding in their escape. The teen vaguely realized that at least her soft shoes were good for something other than looks, as they muffled her steps incredibly well, the fabric absorbing all the noise. Rex was not as fortunate, the sturdy soles of his Zygerrian boots actually doing a good job of supporting his feet. The only problem with that was the thumping noise that issued from them with every step, the clone having to concentrate to walk quietly.

They paused only once at the beginning for Ahsoka to shoot off his binders, the pesky restraints clattering to the floor. It seemed that no droids were around to hear it, as they were unopposed as they walked the plain hallways. The Commander was able to mainly ignore her pain, the burns throbbed far less by now.

The vod halted as they arrived at the end of their final hallway, the togruta's montrals appearing around the corner as her face followed suit. Seeing the room empty, she gestured for the clone to follow her. Inside were several turbolifts, one of which the pair would commandeer. They were communicating wordlessly, giving visual cues instead of verbal, and were able to divide on one quickly. They pressed the button to summon it, but froze as a beep announced the arrival of a totally separate one to their left.

The teen turned to Rex with wide eyes, both of them thinking fast. Without warning, she threw out her arms and sent the cursing Captain flying back into the hallway they came from. As the turbolift door opened, she almost regretted sending away her cover fire. Inside the small space were five B-1 droids, which would not have been a problem had she been in possession of her lightsabers. Unfortunately, she was weaponless and had just briefly incapacitated her only backup.

One of them stepped out of the lift and saw her, raising its weapon. "You're a prisoner! What are you doing out of your cell?"

The rest turned to face her, and the padawan slowly started raising her hands. "Sorry! I just wanted some fresh air."

"That's not allow-"

Once her hands had reached her chest, she thrust them forwards and knocked down the five clankers ahead. They went flying through the air from the Force-push, yelling in their high-pitched voices. Ahsoka wasn't finished, however. Retracting her hands, she pulled the blasters towards her, grabbing one out of the air. She then fired five quick shots, effectively scrapping the pathetic hunks of metal.

"Impressive." Rex was standing at the entrance to the room, having recovered from his spontaneous flight just as his CO dispatched the clankers.

She smiled, pretending to blow smoke off the barrel of her new blaster. "Of course it was, Rexter. I never cease to amaze."

He grinned, but they were both drained of humor when their turbolift arrived, reminding them of their current situation. This one was, thankfully, empty, but that didn't ease the weight of dread on their soldiers. The combination of recovering from torture, not knowing if Obi-Wan was alive or dead and having to fight for their lives and/or freedom on a Separatist flagship in an unknown part of space while Anakin was undergoing torture was really getting to the both of them, though they were each able to push it down. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it was better than losing their cool in this high-stakes operation.

The turbolift smoothly halted one floor down, the Commander and Captain remembering their original journeys down here. The teenager, very non-threatening looking but a force to be reckoned with, leading the way. She reached out with the Force, sensing no danger ahead. She purposefully avoided the rooms off the hallway, not wanting to be overwhelmed with what she knew was happening.

The clone also looked a little concerned, but now was not the time for nerves, and he was bred for this. It was time to put their plan in action, but a large disturbance completely ruined it. Alarms started blaring overhead, and a blue light flashed every so often.

"Well," yelled the togruta, "I think they know we're gone!"

Anakin groaned. He'd been in this room for what felt like an hour, and the time spent there had not been kind to him. Dooku had repeatedly blasted him with Force-Lightning, something he had hoped never to feel again after he had been struck by it before losing his arm, and the E-V droid had occasionally given him some mechanical electrocution. All in all, it had not been a good day.

Dooku loomed over him, looking down his nose at the unhappy General. Just as he lifted his hand, about to deliver another devastating blow, a loud alarm rang out through the ship. The light above their heads flashed blue, clearly surprising the old man. He lowered his arm, an amused expression crossing his face.

"Well," he said, somehow managing for it to be calmly stated yet loud enough for his prisoner to hear it clearly over the ruckus, "it seems your friends are causing trouble. I'll see to it that they are stopped." With that, Count Dooku took his leave, the magnaguards that had been waiting outside the door coming into the bland room.

The Knight's pain-muddied mind took a moment to process what was happening, and then he was immediately vigilant. Did that mean that Rex and Ahsoka were fighting their way out again? Were they already free and trying to escape? The next question was more tentative, was Obi-Wan with them and/or alright? The man's current state was still unknown, which was really stressing him out!

Banishing the lingering soreness from constant electrocution, he started to struggle in his restraints. If he was going to be rescued by his acquaintances that just happened to be wild prisoners on the run, he wanted to be out of these cuffs and off the table. His thrashing drew the attention of the E-V unit in the corner, which came closer to him and extended an electrified appendage. He got the message and stilled, the instinct very sudden. He inwardly cursed for letting his newfound weariness of the droid control him, but outwardly still didn't move. He couldn't actually break these bonds, and he had no desire to be shocked again.

Actually shaking his head, Anakin lurched out of his stupor. He was the Hero with no Fear, some sparky droid couldn't control him! He started bucking again, wildly moving on the table. The E-V moved closer and released a shock, getting a loud yell out of its unruly captive. He kept moving, letting the pain flow into the Force, basically going was shocked again, a higher voltage that did cause him to convulse unintentionally and let out another animalistic yell. He wasn't really shouting from pain anymore, more or less doing it to let his friends hone in on his location if they were close. While it would be ideal that they just take an escape pod and leave, he understood that none of them would. He wouldn't either were their roles switched.

He was still thrashing and yelling, going absolutely wild on that table, the droid sending forth another shock. His back arched in pain, this one worse than even Force-lightning, and a final shock finally made him go slack. He breathed heavy, head lolling from the exertion and pain of that experience, but he looked up again as the doors opened. That was weird, as the alarm was still going and the lights still flashing, but blaster shots really made him focus. Through his blurred vision he was able to make out a blurry little orange thing in blue darting and flipping around the room, attacking the two managuards. The E-V unit could only turn its long head before it was shot off its shoulders, the hunk of metal collapsing to the ground. The blaster was fired from a man in what looked kind of like Zygerrian armour…

The General realized suddenly that it was Ahsoka and Rex, coming to save the day. Though weakened, he tried to get out of his tight bonds, needing to help his padawan dismantle the managuards, but realized that she was more than capable along with Rex's help when they both shot the droids in the heads. The tiny togruta immediately turned and rushed to her Master's side as he smiled dopily at her.

"Hey, Snips."

She smiled down at him. "Hey, Master. You're lucky I'm saving your shebs again."

He laughed weakly, still dazed from torture, as she pressed a button on the side of the table. The restraints sprang open, and the Jedi started to sit up. He had to use his arm to prop up his body, all of his strength gone. Setting eyes on his rescuers, he asked, "Obi-Wan?"

Ahsoka looked away, a frown upon her face. Rex simply shook his head, conveying all his CO needed to know. His shoulders slumped, anxiety setting in, and he tried to push past it by standing up. Anakin's legs protested that by simply not working, and he fell into the arms of his padawan and Captain.

The trio slowly made their way out of the room and began the search for Obi-Wan.

End of chapter!

Notes:

-yet another that was gonna be longer but I decided it had enough content already

-let's play where's Waldo but with daddy-wan!

-Smh Dooku why would u leave Anakin unprotected u stoopid old man

-Ahsoka and Rex are BAMFs

-Dooku said zap

-The aim is immaculate

-Anakin said GO CRAZY GO STUPID

-Obi-Wan watching like 0-0

Tune in next time for chapter Eight!