"He's here." The Clawdite announced. Plo shook his head in disappointment. This is where he would have to watch as his captors won. They hid and turned off the lights.

It didn't take long, before much more than a few minutes, the doors opened, bright light filtered inside, and Anakin walked in. He easily saw Plo Koon and ran up to him, starting to untie his bonds. "Master Plo, are you alright? Where is Master Ti?"

Plo looked over his shoulder to meet his eyes. "Anakin, you must listen. This is a trap, you must leave now."

"But I-."

"Now. Anakin." He told him again a little more sharply.

"Yes. Master Plo." He then stood up and looked over his shoulder. "But what about you?"

"I will be alright. You must hurry, this is all a plan to-." Then he was pushed forward, hitting the gorund hard. Behind him he heard the Clawdite laugh.

"Shut up, ugly!" Then he lifted his gun up at Anakin. "You're mine now." In a quick moment, the blaster fired, and a stun shot hit the padawan and caused him to fall to the floor. The lights were back on. "That was too easy."

"Maybe so, but with Skywalker in our possession, you can take his shape and put that microb to some use." The woman chuckled as she started tying Anakin up. The Clawdite took Anakin's shape, then grabbed the device.

"So I just talk into this?" He asked.

"Yes. And make it sound convincing. We want Kenobi to come right away." The woman told him. "My employer will be pleased to see him in our grasp."

"Who is this employer of yours?" He questioned.

She shrugged. "Some man who called himself Tyranous. Wasn't very clear on what he planned to do with Kenobi, but said he wanted him alive."

Obi-Wan sat up fast on his sleep couch, heart racing. Something wasn't right. He felt a stabbing pain in his sleep and a short cry. He held his head in his hands. Anakin's presense felt... distant... it wasn't right... He got up and went straight to Yoda's quarters, where he sat down on one of the seats while the small creature was meditating.

"Wrong something is..." Yoda spoke a moment later, to show he was aware of Obi-Wan's presense. "Pain I sense. Pain and confusion." He opened his eyes and looked to Obi-Wan. "Your padawan where is he?"

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "He feels so distant. It's worrying."

"Hm..." The smaller's ears drooped a little. "Close by the dark side is. But swayed by it we should not be. Reach out to young Skywalker you must."

Obi-Wan nodded and closed his eyes, searching for the boy's presense. He could barely feel it.

"Master, I need help. They have me. You must come! Help!"

"Anakin? Anakin, where are you?"

No responce. Obi-Wan stood up, he follow the sense of his presense if he had to. Either way, he knew Anakin needed him. "I must go. My padawan needs me."

"No. Go alone you must not." Yoda interjected. "Talk to Master Windu you will."

He nodded and rushed out to find the Jedi Master.

Pain.

It started at the injection sight. A simple burning. So easy to ignore. But as the time passed by the minute, it intensified to a pulsing sensation of being stabbed, and begun to spread around. Within an hour reaching her knee and her hip.

Shaak Ti took a deep breath and pulled the skirt of her dress up to examine the area, only to throw it back down over her ankle at the horrible sight. The skin there was discolored, red skin turning purple, and blisters were forming. The area on top of that was starting to swell a little. It a lot of control not to scream and cry. She hoped that this was all she had to worry about.

Finally she chose to slow her heart beat in order to slow the spread of the toxin. She took a breath and started to meditate, only to feel a startling and numbing shock to her wrist when she started to reach into the force! With a gasp of air, she stared at the metal ring locked to her wrist in spite. Why did she have to be in this situation? At least Plo Koon could die quickly without his mask. She was forced to suffer.

But better her than him.