With an exchanged nod between the two, Obi-Wan slipped inside the wearhouse, slinking through the shadows. He then reached a large room, nearly empty save for the datapad and table in the far side, but nothing else. In the middle, Plo Koon and Anakin were kneeling down. Upon his entry, Plo Koon looked up, Anakin turned his head in his general direction. He couldn't see him thanks to the thick strip of cloth covering his eyes.
Obi-Wan then approached, not waiting to hear any hellos from them. But he didn't antisipate the set up of the room. As he stepped midway through, something started beeping. He swung around and saw a few mines placed! He dove away just as they went off.
Over the sounds of coughing, he heard Anakin call, "Master? Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm quite alright." He responded, waving some dust away from his face. "Where is Shaak Ti?"
"They took her." Plo Koon answered. "I don't know where or what they planned with her. And the bounty hunter left the room when you arrived. I'll guess she'll take you to Shaak Ti."
Obi-Wan found his way to the two and removed their bonds before he turned towards the shadows and called out to Kit. The large eyed Jedi emerged from the dark and casted a small smile as he joined them.
"Kit, I think you should go back to the Temple with Plo Koon and Anakin." Obi-Wan told him.
"No. I will stay. You should go with Plo Koon and Skywalker and get Aayla while I take care of the bounty hunter." Fisto reasoned. "I won't be able to carry Aayla. And she wants you, so it would be best if you left before she gets the chance."
Kenobi sighed. "Alright. Anakin, I hope you aren't too horribly injurie-."
"Actually, with all due respect Master, I think I should stay with Master Fisto." Anakin inturrupted. "If he can't carry Aayla, then he wouldn't be able to carry Master Ti either. Besides, it would be better to have someone back him up."
Obi-Wan nodded. Once again, Anakin proved his own intelligence. He was willing to help where he could and that was good, his only worry was that if the boy got too cocky. "Good luck then."
She felt wave after wave of dizziness and nausia pelt her as she stumbled down the hallway. She wasn't sure where she was going, or if she was headed in the right direction, but her only thoughts were on getting out of there. The world was blending together, colors coming in higher contrast than what she was used to. In fact, she was so out of sorts, she didn't even pick up another presense in the hall. Until it was too late.
She was grabbed by the arm and pulled backwards and thrown. In her moment of stumbling, her foot caught something slippery and she skid and crashed into a box. The door shut and light was gone. It was then she realized that it was freezing. This was a freezer!
For a few minutes she was fine, save for her skin slowly turning dark purple and the black spiderwebbing lines that were her veins. She could see her breath billow in clouds, and soon she lost feeling in her fingers and toes. Eventually she was drifting in and out of consciousness, thinking that something was there when it was only her and a bunch of crates. Her skin spung less and less as her shivering slowed.
And then she was still. The only sign of life was the puffs of warm air that came with each breath, and her chest slowly rising and falling.
That was when the door opened. The sound of shoes on the floor slowly brought her back. In front of her, she saw a familiar face calmly smile at her as he lift her chin a little. She closed her eyes slightly, his hand was so warm...
"Shaak Ti? Can you hear me?" He asked.
She nodded. Voice trembling and weak as she spoke. "I can..."
"Get some rest," He told her. "You'll be alright."
Slowly she returned to the dark bliss of unconsciousness.