Chapter 5
So this fic is likely to update faster…my other one is kind of dead in the water and I lost my way a little bit, review or pm me with some suggestions if you have any : ) Also I have a boyfriend…and I'm not gay, it's kind of an odd situation for me : ) I'm not gay it's just him really…and Ewan….and RDJ and Krystian Zimerman…
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On to the story…
A shriek echoes through palace halls and the force coils in a dark dense cloud. It's the sound of flesh meeting the burning light of a sabre and the subsequent bone splitting scream that accompanies it.
"Where is Obi wan?"
The phrase is seethed through a barely restrained calm veneer and spewed forth from the darkest corners of the would-be Jedi's mind. It's an eerie, sinewy façade, not unlike what you would see in a predator before the strike or an assassin before the kill. Deep centering breaths and control on the brink of chaos but then again, Anakin was always better at moving meditation…
Miraj has seen and lived through many things. She has encountered many beasts of prey, many rebellious, disgruntled slaves, many Jedi even, but never before has she felt this kind of fear. As a sabre burns a clean, sterile hole through the palm of her hand she looks up into the feral eyes of what is truly an animal. His every muscle is coiled, wound and ready to take her head should she resist, ready to torture her further should she decline his invocation. His face is relaxed at first glance but from the close perspective she now holds, his form crouched dangerously over her own pinning her to the elaborate floor of her own palace, she can see his rigidly clenched jaw and the fury on the tip of his tongue in his stormy blue eyes. There are bolts of festering yellow lightening flaring up in his irises and she thinks that it may be the scariest thing she's ever witnessed. They move about, devouring the Lars she made earlier acquaintance with and revealing the storm within. The agony is brought to her presently as he shifts his weight to the balls of his feet ready to maim her further; this movement sends scorching pain through her hand as more of her radial nerve is burned away.
"Kadavo system" she whispers hushed and broken and thinks for a moment that this defeat must be what her servants feel every day. Her every nerve alight, and her every defiance squashed by pain's inquisition.
"He's in the Kadavo system.." She hates the weakness in her own voice "but your too late Jedi"
She laughs hollow and malicious. It is muted in her palace consumed perhaps by the scorched cylinder in her marble floors, or the bloodied bodies of her many aides.
"Dooku" he growls between snarling teeth. The name saturates the walls, and burns scorch marks on the stone pillars from a sudden outburst of anger. The form of a women shivers beneath his blade and Anakin would spare her, knowing the pain she feels all too well. Vader would gut her and in retribution for her taunting he twists his saber, reveling in the gasp of pain and reflecting on the blue hue of his saber, it really doesn't suit him.
He pulls the blade from her slowly, sure to take in every twitch, and as he moves he smiles at her dawn of realization. He hasn't deactivated the saber, and she's given him what he wants… It's the shortest but heaviest pause this body strewn throne room has ever seen.
"I..I.. I can help you Jedi, I can help you find h-"The broken voice is cut short as, in a blur of blue and blood, her head is separated from shoulders.
"I think you've done enough" Vader spits, the dark side palpable as he paints the palace red with its inhabitants. He doesn't have the time or inclination to be gentle with them; he has a master to rescue.
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Obi wan is awake, he shoots up from his spot on the floor and he is too relieved to regret that action. Pain shoots down his body but he couldn't care less. He can feel it, the approaching Jedi and he feels hope creep into his consciousness. Anakin is coming!
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"Master Plo!"Ahsoka chirps over the frequency as she sees his signature ship, drop out of hyper space, making a grand, sudden entrance. Ahsoka has seen a cruiser drop out of hyperspace many times but she couldn't be happier to see one now.
"Good to see you Ahsoka, I hear you require some assistance?" He asks, with mirth. Sometimes Ahsoka wishes he were her master, he has proven to be of great moral and tactical support.
"I was beginning to think the council had forgot about us, I believe Obi wan is in the Kadavo system" A familiar darkness rises and Ahsoka is taken aback with dread.
"We have to hurry, master I feel a disturbance in the force…."
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There's a demon at the gate, that's what Agruss was told. Nothing they did was working and all the measures they had taken ended in more body strewn corridors. The Jedi had come, just as Dooku had warned him, but this was not the work of any Jedi. Jedi were compassionate creatures with reigned fury and judgment. As he watched the holocams a sick weight of dread settled in his stomach. It was time for him to leave Kadavo, let Dooku deal with this monster.
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The first thing that returns to his somewhat frayed mind is the absence of pain. You never really notice how much pain you're not in until you've acquired both constant companionship and in-depth intimacy with the body's latest agony. Obi wan Kenobi, on the brink of consciousness never thought he would ever be so grateful for not feeling anything, he had finally achieved the goal of every master, he thought with dry humor. His relative comfort could only mean one thing, he's been rescued. The slavers would sooner remove one of their own limbs then give him any sort of relief. The feeling of clean clothes on his back only confirms his assumption. The linens of his bed, which is also reevaluated as a much appreciated luxury, are soft and warm and he knows now that he must be in the care of the temples finest. The force is still muddled, a small price to pay for his current condition and he is very familiar with Vokara Che's practice of over medicating patients, as opposed to having cognitively impaired force sensitive's hurling things about the med ward… not that Obi wan has ever been responsible for anything like that…
A burden is lifted off of his shoulders as he slowly opens his eyes and blearily catches the sight of a very familiar sterile wall. Master Che usually has his bed reserved for him. Anakin has freed the colony; that is the only logical assumption. Obi wan couldn't be more relieved to be out of the slavers hands but while he was there he could deny the effectiveness of their methods. But looking back through the tunnel and from a different, hind sight perspective on the situation he realizes and can admit that he was well and truly broken and well on his way to true slavery, the prison of his own mind. If he had accepted that in the prison it would have been too much, even for him, because to accept and acknowledge the inevitability of ones own fate, is to become truly defeated.
He cannot move yet and that must be a side effect of the drug, it is then that he notices some subtle differences in the healers wing. For one the sheets are different, softer and new. Master Che has been demanding new linens for years now, must have finally found the time and money to do so. Though the timing couldn't be stranger, with the war going on the Jedi council were hardly taking superficial requests. Hope lingers instead of suspicion and Obi wan candidly moves along in his attempts to regain his senses. Though his sense would have already told him that something was wrong.
Anakin isn't here and for a moment Obi wan panics, if Anakin isn't here it's because he's been bedded somewhere in this same ward. He starts from the left hand side of the room, oddly vacant and …almost transparent? His vision is still swimming, Gods what did they shoot him up with?
There is no med droid, no attendants, no anything, it appears as though the other Jedi have stuck him in an empty janitorial closet, patched up his wounds and left him there. Again, he rationalizes, the war has produced a great many injured clones and Jedi, many far more wounded than he and given the circumstances he should be happy that they even had a bed for him at all. Then he realizes another absence that leaves an eerie taste in his mouth. Where is the unmistakable, acrid, acidic scent of bacta? Rare as it may be, the Jedi have always and only used it to treat and heal wounds and infections.
I have been rescued! He thinks vehemently, as though through stubborn will alone he could make it so. His eyes betray his heart and as they travel his breathe stops and his hope crumbles.
"I'm sorry Kenobi, did you think that you had gotten away" Dooku sneers candidly.
no, No, NO, he thinks desperately, this is the drugs playing a trick on him, Dooku is not here, this is Coruscant, the Jedi Temple and Anakin has saved him.
"Anakin" He screams, he needs to be reassured, to have proof that the imposter Jedi is only in his mind.
"Anakin" Obi wan is getting to his Anakin, one way or another and he slinks his way out of the bed falling unceremoniously to his hands and knees and crawls towards the door. As his knees hit the floor he sees the hologram glitch and flicker, for an instant he can see the lavish deck of a fine vessel. NO, his heart rebels against his brain, I don't know what they have given me but I'll give them hell when I wake up.
"Anakin, I know you're here somewhere" Dooku kicks him over onto his back the way a rich man might nudge a dead carcass.
"Don't you remember Obi wan he left you here, with me" Dooku gestures grandly to the holographic environment, a smile of carnivorous pride on his face. He places his boot carefully on the Jedi's chest effectively holding him down and nearly laughs aloud at the tears of frustrated realization that well up in Kenobi's eyes.
"Anakin? Anakin please this isn't funny," Obi wan is slowly starting to slip deeper into the drugs grasp. His voice chokes and breaks, pouring his fear and his desperation out in a way thought to be far removed the poised Jedi master.
"Please be here, Anakin?" The Jedi is feebly fighting, clawing lamely at the counts boots, but in this state he's not even coordinated enough to walk let alone fight off a Sith lord.
"You're not real" he spits as if saying truly makes it so. He repeats it again and then again. Rationalizing, in indignant denial.
The room spins as Dooku draws his saber drawing a scorched line down the floor next to Kenobi's prone body. The heat flushes onto his bruised face, the hiss assaults his ears, and calls for Anakin in true panic.
"You honestly thought that you had escaped? Pathetic truly" Dooku speaks true to form, haughty arrogant and seething with dark power. But Obi wan remembers, he saw Anakin, Anakin coming for him through the landing platform door. Anakin's hand in his, he remembers the feel of mechanical guilt through a leather glove. Anakin was on Kadavo and Anakin does not fail.
"You. Are. Not. Real" The boy screws his eyes closed trying to cleanse Dooku's presence from his field of ever clearing vision. I have been rescued, I am at the Jedi temple and I….I am hallucinating.
"Very well then" the count raises his hand in what could at first be misperceived as a gesture of defeat but when scorching blue lightening shoots from his fingertips the intent is made clear.
Obi wan screams, not just in pain but in howling, agonizing, sorrowful and inevitable realization. There is no other pain in the galaxy quite like force lightening. It is something that cannot be imitated something the mind would dare not replicate and the agony it brings snaps him to sober awareness. This is real. Dooku has him pinned to the deck of his solar sailor and he is yet again completely at the mercy of a cruel being. He stops fighting the Sith and the lightening and begins an assault on the tears which threaten to fall from his eyes.
Well that's a bad day! Oh BTW no slash here, sorry if that's your thing but I am kind of hinting at it, so you can take that with a grain of salt ;) sorry about the el no update thing, but I'm pretty busy
Next chapter: Find out what really happened on Kadavo and how Obi wan is fairing with Dooku. Also reviews are INSPIRING! THEY HELP ME WRITE FASTER (HINTHINT:D) BTW if there are any mistakes be sure to let me know, I wrote this in like 20 minutes of rage typing after work :)
