Sorry it took so long, but I've been out of town a ton lately! And of course school starts in like a week so there's that that I've been getting ready for. Woohoo.

Rayn Tarwynn is my OC and you can read about her in my story Alter My Life (which sadly isn't finished, but hopefully it will be in the next few months.)

This chapter will be from Anakin's POV.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS. I do own Rayn Tarwynn.

I stood on the lush, dirt ground of Tanvuia. Ahead was a beautiful, limestone palace. From the outside, you wouldn't think this mission would be too bad. However, from the inside, it was going to be hell.

The Council had been led to believe that King Tzerah of Tanvuia was a major role in a new Separatist development. Upon suspicion, King Tzerah had been working to create a slave army. Of course, the Separatists had plenty of droids to use for their battles, but if they could control slaves to be special operatives then their ranges of attack could be more diverse. You see, droids are programmed and handed guns, but slaves – living, breathing people – could think. And that's what the Separatists needed.

Of course, this entire theory was just that: a theory. The Council needed to be certain of Tzerah's slave-army before we launched an attack to end his plan.

So here I was with Rayn and on Tanvuia, staring at the palace. I looked over at Rayn to see her making her Jedi robes look more ragged.

"Do you think this will work?" She asked me as she tore her left sleeve more.

"King Tzerah won't pass up the chance to have two Jedi as his slaves. And once you two are his slaves, you'll be in on everything the other slaves have to say or do. And who knows slave-armies better than the members?" Obiwan responded.

"What if they recognize you when you present us?" I asked Obiwan.

He shook his head as he placed a rope leash around my neck. "The Tanvuians pay hardly any attention to any events going on outside of their planet and whatever Separatist hired their King, if they did. Even if he has been hired by a Separatist, only the King would know about it. They won't know who I am."

"I hope not." I muttered as Obiwan put a rope leash around Rayn's neck, too. We then began to walk to the palace.

Rayn lifted her ear to push the clear, nearly invisible ear piece farther into her ear. That earpiece would allow the Council to hear everything we heard or said. I had a similar one in my ear so the Council could hear both sides of our mission.

We were soon walking through marketplace right outside the grand, stone palace. As far as we'd seen, Tanvuia was a lot like Naboo, only much more like a planetary dictatorship and not quite as grand as Naboo.

I was proved wrong as soon as we got inside the palace. The inside was covered in golden décor and all sorts of valuable relics. Guards in golden armor and red underclothes were standing along all the pillars lining the way to a man wearing a bronze-colored tunic.

As soon as we got up to him, he eyed us curiously.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a completely uninterested monotone.

Obiwan smiled and tugged on my rope. "I have a gift the great king might be interested in."

The man's face immediately lit up as he looked me and Rayn up and down. "Right this way." He then led us through many more decorated hallways until we reached two huge, red doors. The two guards standing in front of it pulled on the huge gold rings on the doors and the doors swung open to reveal the throne room.

Right in the middle of the room against the far wall was a golden throne with a man sitting in it with two women – most likely slaves – fanning him with large, bright orange leaves.

Obiwan dragged us in front of King Tzerah and threw up to the ground. Obiwan then bowed deeply, addressing the king. "King Tzerah, I bring a gift for you."

The king raised an eyebrow and didn't move as he spoke. "And what need do I have for a gift? I already have many slaves." He said with a mildly annoyed tone of voice.

"They are Jedi." Obiwan replied.

The king then leaned forward in his chair. "And what honor do I have for receiving these two Jedi?" He asked with a huge grin.

"A long time ago, I stayed here with my wife for a few days and your subjects were very hospitable. I always swore that I would pay you back somehow some day. Today is that day." Obiwan told his story.

King Tzerah stood up and walked over to Rayn. He ran a finger down her face and she jerked her head away, glaring at him. Most masters would have gotten upset, but King Tzerah only smiled.

"They will do." He said simply. "Thank you, uh…?"

"Mish Koru." Obiwan replied.

"Then thank you, Mish Koru. Your gifts will be well appreciated."

I wanted to throw up. With each minute that passed, my hate for this mission grew and grew. I was honestly beginning to doubt if I could make it through this mission without strangling anyone and getting myself killed.

Obiwan bowed deeply and then handed our rope leashes to King Tzerah. With that, he turned around to leave. He would leave for the Jedi Temple while we were stuck here. Then he and the Council would listen in to our world until they had either completely confirmed that Tzerah either was or wasn't creating a slave-army. Then they would attack the palace and get us out if he was creating an army. If he wasn't, I didn't really know what was going to happen, but no one expected that we would have to figure that plan out.

King Tzerah simply stood there, holding out leashes for a few minutes, looking us over.

"What are your names, Jedi?" King Tzerah asked in a cold voice.

We both stayed silent, listening to the sound of Obiwan's feet slowly walking out of the vast throne room. We both knew we wouldn't say anything about it. King Tzerah would not give up the chance to have two Jedi in his slave-army, but we weren't going to make it easy on him. We wanted to get as much out of him as possible. Usually irritating people made them talk more, and that was exactly what we wanted.

King Tzerah then slapped me across the face, which I immediately regretted. I didn't regret the fact that I had been slapped, that was nothing new; what I regretted was when I felt my earpiece fly out of my ear and hit the wall to my right.

King Tzerah grabbed my chin and then looked over at a nearby guard who walked over to the clear earpiece and picked it up, bringing it to the king. He looked over it for a moment before looking over my and Rayn's heads to stare straight at Obiwan's retreating figure.

"Jedi!"

I know it's really short, especially since it took me so long to write… But I'm working on the next chapter and hopefully it won't take nearly as long and it will be much longer!

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