Qui-Gon trembled as he was auctioned off with Jacob, both bought by the same man.
The man was taller than Dooku and had a cruel face.
Without his lightsaber, the Force, or his Master, Qui-Gon was terrified as he was taken to a plantation with Jacob.
Please find me, Master.
He had learned of the Force inhibitor around his neck like a choke collar. There was no way for him to take it off. He was trapped.
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"We will you to take a team of Jedi to search for your Padawan."
"Accopmany you I will."
Dooku bowed.
"Thank you, my Masters."
He and Yoda assembled a team of Jedi Knights and their Padawans, many of whom were friends with Qui-Gon, including Tahl and Mace Windu.
On the first night after leaving Coruscant after two weeks of searching, Mace and Tahl found Dooku in the lounge.
"Oh. Master Dooku. We're sorry. We didn't know you were in here."
"It's all right."
The two Padawans sat before the tall Knight.
"Do you think Qui-Gon's okay?"
"I'm sure he is, Tahl. Qui-Gon's strong."
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Qui-Gon cried out as the whip struck his back again and again.
In the bushes, Jacob fell to the ground, covering his ears.
Oh, let it be over quickly.
Qui-Gon was flogged and beaten at least twice a week.
It had been a month since they were sold.
Malnourished, the boy was weakening, and the beatings were only making it worse. Jacob could only pray for their owner's anger to subside quickly so the boy could be released from the whip and club.
As was the usual case,... it wasn't so.
