Chapter 2
So guys I have this thing called a job and because of it I can't update as much as I would like to :( . It's a real bummer but as it happens I have shifted my focus, as I write this chapter there is a 6 inch stack of papers and homework that I should probably be doing… Yeah I'll just tell my teacher that I chose instead to write the misery of my favorite fictional character. Obi wan is just too much fun to push around and with his stoicism he just asks for it. Anyways, Enjoy!
Ahsoka is not good at being a slave. In fact she's not really good at the whole servant thing and sometimes she wonders if she really will be a great Jedi. Her master, on the other hand, is actually pretty good at being a slaver. He wasn't kidding when he said that playing the master comes naturally to him. For as well as he plays the role though, it's a good thing that the queen isn't force sensitive otherwise she would sense the fear and guilt that has been coming off of him in waves since the incident with Obi wan.
Ahsoka groans when she notices another spotted mar on the floor of the throne which she has been commanded to clean spotless and she unenthusiastically swabs her way over there. Anakin, she thinks, really should have played the slave, and then he could be the one scrubbing the whole floor by hand.
Speaking of, something changed massively in her master at that slave auction, he had been so cruel. Even in the force she could not have known it was him save for the fact that she saw it with her own eyes. She had always known that Anakin had a darker side but talk about going above and beyond the call of duty. Even from her distance she could see that Anakin had thrown every ounce of strength he could into every blow. Ahsoka had never heard Obi wan scream like that and just thinking about it made her stomach turn. Her thoughts are interrupted by Anakin and Miraj's arrival in the throne room.
"Why hasn't she been sent to processing?" The Queen snaps and though Ahsoka has learned to keep her eyes to the polished floor she glances quickly at Anakin whose eyes widen in fear at her actions. Miraj doesn't miss the indiscretion.
"Enough" She snaps and smacks her hand none too lightly across the young Togrutans face.
"Have her on the first flight out" She commands to her court and a pretty Twilek woman quickly escorts the young girl out.
"And where will you be taking her, my beautiful Queen?" Anakin purrs into her ear.
"I would very much like to see your facility first hand, your majesty" Anakin slips his hand along her slender waist and struggles to hold it steady. The nausea is nearly overwhelming and because of his distraction he fails to notice the subtle warning in the force emanating from the sultry zygerian woman.
"I have them sent to a planet in Hutt space. It's a perfect impenetrable prison and I'm certain that the Jedi won't be doing well there" She smiles even as she deceives.
"And since you were so thorough he may already be broken" Miraj brings this fact up very intentionally and she watches the subtle shudder down his spine. Lars Quell is a very strange man, what is he playing at?
First he beats the Jedi mercilessly and then he makes repeated inquiries into his whereabouts like she wouldn't notice. The Queen nearly growls in rage when the answer comes to her. Lars Quell is attempting to steal her slaves! The audacity!
Miraj calms herself knowing that it is only a theory on her handsome guest; he could just as easily have wanted to ensure the Jedi's suffering. She will know soon enough.
"It grows late" She says with as much pleasantry as she can muster.
"I wish to see you in the morning Lars, we have much to discuss regarding a position in my empire" The Queen smiles at her double entendre. His position as her keeper but if his treachery is revealed she will have him on his knees at her feet.
"Of Course, your majesty" Anakin drawls "I would have any place at your side"
As the great doors of her throne room close with his exit the Queen motions to her right hand man.
"Have his ship…. Modified, we wouldn't want him to leave the planet at an inopportune time" her warrior smiles brightly understanding her plan and she smiles briefly, perhaps there is at least a gundarks level of intelligence there.
If Lars Quell really does seek to steal her slaves, she will know soon enough and if she finds it to be true he will join his precious Togrutan slave on Kadavo.
The heat alone is unbearable. Obi wan is sweating buckets and the salt burns the layers of wounds on his back. He can see Rex working on the left of the foundry and carefully makes his way over. Keeper Argus floats in his general direction and Obi wan inwardly moans, Do you have nothing better to do? He wants to ask but yet he holds his tongue.
"Ha ha look at the noble Jedi" Argus' fat belly rolls with laughter and he draws back his fist.
It goes against every fiber of Kenobi's being to remain still. Every muscle in his mind and body demand action and he knows that even as a padawan, he had both the power and inclination to bestow a compound fracture on anyone stupid enough to throw such a slow punch his way. His body doesn't move but he does produce a frown. Should this punch ever arrive, he will more than likely drop the foundry ore that he had been carrying and that will result in even more punishment.
Just kriff'n great he thinks sarcastically and finally he sees stars break into his vision. While it only took a couple of seconds, to a trained Jedi it may as well have taken hours but that being said Argus does not disappoint.
The force of the blow is astounding and sends Obi wan flat on his back. He groans first at the impact of the fist, which he knows will leave a lovely bruise on his cheek, then at the impact of the ground on his sore back and finally at the impact of the ore he had been carrying which landed without grace onto his chest.
For a moment Obi wan thinks to be sick from the pain of it which has subsided somewhat, but he knows better.
"Filthy scug" he hears a slaver shout but he hasn't yet regained his senses enough to know from where. Then a boot lands angrily in his ribs and he knows exactly where it came from, above and to his left.
"Can't even manage to lift a few pounds of ore?" The slaver sneers and it takes the will of a Jedi to keep Obi wan from informing him that these "few pounds" are more than the slaver is probably even capable of carrying.
"You will be punished" The slaver hisses, Argus laughs and Obi wan braces himself for the next blow.
It never comes. Not to Obi wan anyways, the Jedi snaps to full awareness when he recognizes the distinctive agonized cry of a colonist.
"Stop" He cries out before he even thinks about it. That was a mistake, in an instant he feels the burn of hot electricity racing down his spine and he can't hold in the cry of shock and pain.
Another blow and the Togrutan man screams in earnest. Obi wan can feel the force beckoning him to action but he knows that he cannot defeat them all and so he struggles to control his emotions in a way that he hasn't since Qui gon's death on Naboo.
"Please" he begs because it's all he knows to do.
"I beg of you, If you must punish someone, please punish me" Obi wan bows with his forehead nearly flat to the ashen floor and he doesn't know that he has ever been reduced to something so humiliating. As a Jedi there is nothing more humiliating than to be the cause of another's suffering so he bears it as best he can.
"Who am I to deny the great Jedi Master Kenobi?" The slaver seems satisfied even as he roughly grabs Obi wans hair and drags him to the center of the factory.
"Jedi Scum!" The slaver throws him down onto the floor and Obi wan can see Rex running to make a move but Kenobi makes a pained gesture to call him off. He imagines that Rex is having the same feelings that he himself has in reference to the colonists. Everything about him is programmed to protect and yet he can't, helplessness hurts far more than anything that these slavers could think up.
The zygerian raises his whip and suddenly Obi wan is back in the arena under the jeering stares of hutts and villains. He feels a rolling warning from the force and it makes his stomach turn and his skin crawl with the anticipation. At least it's not Anakin he thinks briefly, before he is left with no thought at all.
A cry rises from him but unlike the arena he takes comfort in knowing that his is only one of many. It's an instant autocorrect when he realizes how selfish it was to think that way. The second blow is quicker than he had expected and he grinds his fists into the duracrete floor in an attempt to relieve the tension in his body. The force quakes and he struggles to control himself but to no avail, tiny cracks in the floor emerge from his suffering. The slaver knows nothing of the force and cannot sense the building tension while he continues to deliver a third blow.
"you will learn your place" The man smirks but Obi wan isn't paying attention anymore.
The third strike falls lighter, repulsed by the slow pushing of force energy from the Jedi master who can no longer hold back the waves which strive to be free from within him. He can't release it back to the force and he is powerless against his own emotions which build it further within him. This must be what is like to be Anakin. Obi wan cringes in sympathy for his apprentice, this is not living in harmony with the force, this is a prison in its own rite.
Obi wan empties his mind and thinks of the river stone and it's like opening a flood gate into the ethereal realm. He feels his emotion drain away and in doing so the combustion within him fades also. Qui gon had given him that stone for just such an occasion and just the thought of it reminds him that the force is his to command. His joy over his success is short lived as the next blow falls with its previous strength and fresh perspiration breaks on his brow.
"Beg for my forgiveness, scug" The slaver reaches for Obi wan and though his instinct tells him to fight he does nothing even as his tunic is roughly torn from him and he is left in the same half naked state from the arena. Obi wan sets his jaw in determination, this does not go unnoticed.
"I said beg!" Obi wan screams. He is not sure what has just happened but force it hurt's. It is different from the electro whip, he can tell even by the wet sound of flesh on something thin and flexible. The next blow sends him reeling and agony rushes through his body and he can think of nothing else.
Obi wan is unintentionally pulling away trying to escape some unknown agony but because of this distance the third strike falls lower and he thinks for a moment that he may have broken his back. The cry is hoarse and choking and broken, not unlike the Jedi's body.
He is kicked yet again in the ribs and he hears a few groan in protest but when one cracks all he can get out between is harsh breathes sounds almost like a sob. He is on his back again and he arches above the dry, scorching duracrete but with little surprise he shoved down by a slavers boot and it is now that he can see this new instrument of torture. He is kind of embarrassed by the simplicity of it, especially considering the pain it caused.
The Zygerian is wielding what appears to be some sort of reed rod which is thin, flexible and agony on his scathed back. His torturer grinds his heel into Obi wan's broken rib and a cry is cut out of him, there is little defiance left.
"Please, master" He whispers "Please forgive me"
And it seems as though the whole foundry has silenced to hear this broken keening plea. This is a battle general Kenobi has lost, one of few but one he will not easily get past.
"The Count will be most pleased" Argus snorts in pride.
So I have decided that there will be a healthy dose of Obi wan in every chapter because he is the best character to punch around and because I hate it when an author updates and they have Obi wan in a nasty spot and then they don't mention him for like 3 chapters. Every time they update your like, OBI WAN ? And it's like nope not until chapter 90 LOL. Sorry for the long updates I just have so much work :(
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