Did Anakin know anybody named Isha?

That was the question running through most of Council member's and Ahsoka's minds. Not mention through the Resolute's computer drives that were being used to help with narrowing down which planet Anakin might be on.

This Isha could kill Anakin whenever she felt like it, and probably was going to; it was just a matter of time. For all the Jedi knew, Anakin could already be dead. The connection between Anakin's and Ahsoka's comlinks was still running and Anakin hadn't said a word since he fell unconscious over an hour ago. At least, they presumed he had fallen unconscious. All they had heard was him trailing off at the end of a sentence that really wasn't a sentence. He could have died then and the Force was too clouded for Ahsoka and Obi-wan to feel for Anakin through it. The Force was so clouded they wouldn't even have been able feel to the connection break if Anakin had been right behind them! A Jedi Council member had raised that point earlier, but how Plo Koon had answered had filled Ahsoka with newfound found hope and determination to her master. Alive.

"We will work under the impression that Skywalker is still alive until proven otherwise. That proof has yet to present itself and I doubt it ever will." Plo Koon had said. He had then turned to Ahsoka and given what she felt strongly, was a smile.

"Do we have any progress Master?" Ahsoka asked Plo Koon, desperately hoping the answer would be, 'Of course! We're heading to where Anakin is right now!'

"Unfortunately no, we have not had any progress since you asked if we had progress ten minutes ago, the list of possible planets is still sixty-five." Plo Koon said, maybe somewhat chidingly. Ahsoka looked down at the floor, suddenly interested in the metal plates that made up the floor of the Resolute.

Plo Koon immediately softened and put a comforting hand on the Togruta's shoulder.

"It is okay to be worried for your Master, young 'Soka, I'm sure he would feel the same way if the situation was reversed. In fact, I believe that if I had said what I did to you, I might have needed to get a new mask, for this one would have been destroyed by his fist!"

Ahsoka couldn't help but let out a small laugh but it was nothing larger than that. Her worry for her injured-possibly dying- Master was too heavy on her, almost making her feel like she was suffocating.

"There is nothing you can do for your Master by just sitting here and waiting, we are searching through every data file concerning Skywalker and this 'Isha' character. I hear the clone, Rex, has been a bit worried about you." Plo Koon.

"Sure Master," she said quietly before walking off to the docking bay where most of the clones were, maybe there was damaged ship she could Rex with.

*Anakin*

Anakin woke up with a horrible, racking cough. It felt like he was coughing up a damn lung. But, what hurt the most was the deep lacerations on his chest. His coughing motions made the cut skin pull and contract painfully, making him feel the pain from them almost as much as when they were first put there. When he finally stopped coughing, Anakin lay on the floor yet again, trying to breathe normally.

There was a constant wheeze and rattle when he breathed, almost sounding as if he was on his deathbed. Just barely being able to lift his head enough to look at his chest, Anakin could see through the ruined tatters of his robes to see many deep, raw, red, irritated slashes. Some crisscrossed each other, almost making his skin look like some kind of horrible patchwork of a child's tic-tac-toe game.

Anakin let his head flop back down on the ground. There wasn't much he could do to help himself anymore. Unless…

Anakin slowly reached his hand into his belt and pulled out his comlink. The green light was on. Good, that meant the connection was still up.

"Snips?" he said hopefully, his voice still wheezing.

Immediately Anakin could hear Ahsoka over the connection for someone to 'Go get the Generals, kriff dang it!' before she practically yelled through the comlink.

"Master! Oh my Force are you okay? What did she do to you? Wh-"

"Snips," he coughed (hacked it more like it) "I'm trying not to get caught here, could you maybe turn your voice a few octaves lower before Isha comes back and shreds off whatever skin I have left on my chest?" Ahsoka was silent. Realizing he might have been a bit rude Anakin was about to apologize before he had one of his worst coughing fits yet. It coughed and hacked and it hurt so bad that Anakin was sure that if his throat wasn't occupied with coughing, he would have screamed. All through it Anakin felt something warm and bubbly come up into his mouth and he realized it was blood. When it was finally over Anakin groaned before taking a hand to wipe the warm liquid off his mouth. On his hand Anakin saw the blood and couldn't help but think his problem just became a lot worse.

"Master what happened?" Ahsoka's worried voice said.

"I think something is wrong with my lungs, I can barely breathe, and I just c-"he coughed "coughed up blood." Anakin continued trying to get enough air into his lungs, making him sound like something between a mix of a cat being hit by a metal baseball bat and a broken harmonica.

"Anakin, this is Obi-wan, I need you to try and sit up, and breathe in and out very deeply. Can you do that?"

Anakin made sound that he hoped the Jedi would take as a maybe before he took his arms and slowly tried to pull himself up. One of the slashes pulled painfully and he had to stop for a moment to make the pain go away. Anakin continued pulling himself up, wincing every once in while, and trying not to cry out when his chest burned. Anakin did what Obi-wan asked. It helped a little, until his breath catched and he start coughing.

I can't take much more of this. Anakin looked over at the wall with the crack.

"Master, I'm going to see if I can get over to this wall with the hole in it." Anakin said.

"Just try not to injure yourself further Anakin."

"I'll try my best." Anakin said.

"Okay, let's see how far I can drag myself." Anakin said to himself, and kind of regretting it. He didn't want to make everybody think he had gone nuts.

Anakin leaned forward before using his feet to push himself forward, while using his hand and arms to balance himself, then, he used his arms like legs while his legs helped push him forward to the crack in the wall.

"Almost there," he said.

Anakin got as far away from the wall as he could, trying to see into the crack in the other wall. Anakin could almost get close enough to see out of the crack when suddenly he couldn't go forward anymore. Not expecting this Anakin fell forward onto his chest, it burned. Anakin yelled out and quickly turned onto his back, trying to stop the burning. Anakin panted heavily and groaned.

"Anakin! What happened?" Obi-wan said.

"Ju-Just fell on some wounds, I'm f- FINE." Anakin stressed the last word, trying not to yell.

"Can you see outside yet?" Obi-wan asked. Anakin looked at the crack. Maybe if he could just get a little closer…

Anakin flipped over and put his arms below him before he could have a chance to fall. He tried to push back his labored breathing before straining forward as much as possible, trying to see the outside world.

Come on, you almost have it…

There was a loud creak in the wall behind him and Anakin suddenly had a bit more chain, allowing him to go farther.

There! He could see through the crack. So… Where was he?

"Master," Anakin said before coughing some more.

"Yes Anakin?"

"I know where I am."

"Well then where are you?"

"Mustafar."

Just then Anakin heard the now familiar footsteps of Isha, coming towards his cell.

"Oh joy."

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