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Poor omega ObiWan, RunningBack does NOT guarantee safety, even from Vader. Their dinner out turns into a assassins’ attack, and the over reaction of Sith Lord Vader might include in his rage … ObiWan? Remorse is all well and good but breakage is breakage. Terrifying consequences please? Yup, feeling eeevil.

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The ship had been
attacked.

The Fist had been
attacked by Saw Gerrera and his group, several shiny’s had died
along with a few officers.

And Obi-Wan had
fallen over, his pregnancy changed body unable to handle the violent
change in balance.

Anakin had not
thought about it at all.

Rage had flowed
through his veins as he attacked the rebels without mercy.

And yet…

Anakin closed his
eyes, taking a calming breath of pain before reopening his eyes once
more to stare up at Obi-Wan’s pregnancy swelled form floating in
the bacta thank of the medics, the redhead pale even through the blue
tinted bacta.

The stretchmarks
and scars of his body was obvious in this state, stripped as he was
of all but the underwear to preserve modesty and the harness to keep
him up, the oxygen mask providing him air as the bacta healed his
body.

Obi-Wan’s body
had been sensitive to change, his poor omega missing their third
along with the multitude of shocks through the months.

Anakin’s violent
plunge into the dark so close to him not to mention being thrown
about and off his feet to hit the ground hard with his already
fragile body…

It was a damn
miracle that Obi-Wan had not had a miscarriage. And then…

Gerrera had aimed a
blaster rifle at Obi-Wan and fired.

Now Obi-Wan’s
life hung in the balance.

Both Obi-Wan and
his baby.

Anakin’s last
mate and last heir was now swinging between life and death, having
been rushed to Coruscant and if it hadn’t been for the medic of his
own team Anakin did not think both would have survived the trip.

‘I killed Padme.
I killed our children. Now I may have to watch my last mate and child
die too?’ Anakin could feel everything in him howling. He wanted to
throw the stars around, he wanted to scream until his throat turned
bloody and everyone else choked on their blood. He wanted-

“Apprentice.”

‘I want him
dead.’ Anakin gritted his teeth, slowly turning his head to
look at Palpatine as the man stood there. Yet his hand remained lax
as Sidious made his way slowly towards him in a meandering style,
looking bored as he looked up at Anakin’s injured mate.

He had to resist
the urge to step in front of Obi-Wan’s tank to keep Sidious away.

“I see your pet
is still in the tank.” Sidious drawled.

“My mate
is still in the tank yes. He is injured and the child’s life is in
jeopardy.” Anakin grunted, the alpha in him raising hackles.

They were rising
higher the longer Palpatine stared at Obi-Wan and Anakin was about to
snap when the man spoke. “There is a way to save him you know.”
The man drawled.

Drained of all his
anger as it was replaced by desperate hope instead, Anakin felt his
eyes widen. “There is?” He questioned.

“Yes, I did
promise you a way to save Senator Amidala… unfortunate as that
situation was,” He smirked and Anakin had to violently bite his
tongue to avoid snarling at him. “But it will work with your pet
here too.” The Emperor finished off.

Twitching, Anakin
held his word. “And what is this… Force technique that would
allow such a gift?” He gritted out.

Sidious raised his
hand and in the bacta tank, Obi-Wan twisted a bit, his heart rate
picking up.

“What are you
doing?” Anakin questioned in alarm, feeling the dark side of the
Force move.

“To save your
omega here, one has to sacrifice the child within him. Not a major
loss I would assume.” Sidious cackled a bit. “After all, its just
a mass of cells, no living creature yet really and you can always put
another one in your little whore, that’s what he’s made for after all, breed-” The word cut off abruptly, Anakin’s saber
sliding smoothly through the air to sever head from neck where it
fell to the floor in a dull thump, the body of the head following
moments later with a louder thump.

Trembling in rage,
Anakin quickly turned to the tank to put a fresh load of medication
through the tank, Obi-Wan’s heart rate calming to his relief. And
only then did he look at the body on the floor, face twisting before
turning into a pleased smirk as he knew no one would suspect him.

No one would look
twice at Anakin, staunch defender as he had been.

Now only cold
contempt stirred in his eyes as he stared at the severed head.
“…I’ll piss on your ashes.” He sneered, already deciding to
burn the body.

Leave him no Sith
funeral for Sidious.

Slowly Anakin
looked up at Obi-Wan once more as his omega floated unconsciously in
the bacta. “…Long live Emperor Skywalker I guess. I’ll save you
yet my love. You and our child.”

Poor omega ObiWan, RunningBack does NOT guarantee safety, even from Vader. Their dinner out turns into a assassins’ attack, and the over reaction of Sith Lord Vader might include in his rage … ObiWan? Remorse is all well and good but breakage is breakage. Terrifying consequences please? Yup, feeling eeevil.

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The ship had been
attacked.

The Fist had been
attacked by Saw Gerrera and his group, several shiny’s had died
along with a few officers.

And Obi-Wan had
fallen over, his pregnancy changed body unable to handle the violent
change in balance.

Anakin had not
thought about it at all.

Rage had flowed
through his veins as he attacked the rebels without mercy.

And yet…

Anakin closed his
eyes, taking a calming breath of pain before reopening his eyes once
more to stare up at Obi-Wan’s pregnancy swelled form floating in
the bacta thank of the medics, the redhead pale even through the blue
tinted bacta.

The stretchmarks
and scars of his body was obvious in this state, stripped as he was
of all but the underwear to preserve modesty and the harness to keep
him up, the oxygen mask providing him air as the bacta healed his
body.

Obi-Wan’s body
had been sensitive to change, his poor omega missing their third
along with the multitude of shocks through the months.

Anakin’s violent
plunge into the dark so close to him not to mention being thrown
about and off his feet to hit the ground hard with his already
fragile body…

It was a damn
miracle that Obi-Wan had not had a miscarriage. And then…

Gerrera had aimed a
blaster rifle at Obi-Wan and fired.

Now Obi-Wan’s
life hung in the balance.

Both Obi-Wan and
his baby.

Anakin’s last
mate and last heir was now swinging between life and death, having
been rushed to Coruscant and if it hadn’t been for the medic of his
own team Anakin did not think both would have survived the trip.

‘I killed Padme.
I killed our children. Now I may have to watch my last mate and child
die too?’ Anakin could feel everything in him howling. He wanted to
throw the stars around, he wanted to scream until his throat turned
bloody and everyone else choked on their blood. He wanted-

“Apprentice.”

‘I want him
dead.’ Anakin gritted his teeth, slowly turning his head to
look at Palpatine as the man stood there. Yet his hand remained lax
as Sidious made his way slowly towards him in a meandering style,
looking bored as he looked up at Anakin’s injured mate.

He had to resist
the urge to step in front of Obi-Wan’s tank to keep Sidious away.

“I see your pet
is still in the tank.” Sidious drawled.

“My mate
is still in the tank yes. He is injured and the child’s life is in
jeopardy.” Anakin grunted, the alpha in him raising hackles.

They were rising
higher the longer Palpatine stared at Obi-Wan and Anakin was about to
snap when the man spoke. “There is a way to save him you know.”
The man drawled.

Drained of all his
anger as it was replaced by desperate hope instead, Anakin felt his
eyes widen. “There is?” He questioned.

“Yes, I did
promise you a way to save Senator Amidala… unfortunate as that
situation was,” He smirked and Anakin had to violently bite his
tongue to avoid snarling at him. “But it will work with your pet
here too.” The Emperor finished off.

Twitching, Anakin
held his word. “And what is this… Force technique that would
allow such a gift?” He gritted out.

Sidious raised his
hand and in the bacta tank, Obi-Wan twisted a bit, his heart rate
picking up.

“What are you
doing?” Anakin questioned in alarm, feeling the dark side of the
Force move.

“To save your
omega here, one has to sacrifice the child within him. Not a major
loss I would assume.” Sidious cackled a bit. “After all, its just
a mass of cells, no living creature yet really and you can always put
another one in your little whore, that’s what he’s made for after all, breed-” The word cut off abruptly, Anakin’s saber
sliding smoothly through the air to sever head from neck where it
fell to the floor in a dull thump, the body of the head following
moments later with a louder thump.

Trembling in rage,
Anakin quickly turned to the tank to put a fresh load of medication
through the tank, Obi-Wan’s heart rate calming to his relief. And
only then did he look at the body on the floor, face twisting before
turning into a pleased smirk as he knew no one would suspect him.

No one would look
twice at Anakin, staunch defender as he had been.

Now only cold
contempt stirred in his eyes as he stared at the severed head.
“…I’ll piss on your ashes.” He sneered, already deciding to
burn the body.

Leave him no Sith
funeral for Sidious.

Slowly Anakin
looked up at Obi-Wan once more as his omega floated unconsciously in
the bacta. “…Long live Emperor Skywalker I guess. I’ll save you
yet my love. You and our child.”

Oh dear, oh my, undeadwalking? «the first batch of blood work» is clear? Soooo how about the second or third batch? Are there some people about to ‘turn’ and is there any warning? (chortling in malicious glee?) And would that be the communication tech(s)? Is there any way out? Are there any other survivors on the planet who are not zombies??

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They’re all clean, all the blood
samples from troopers to Jedi are all clean and Obi-Wan can’t quite
contain his relief as he drops his face into his hands and lets out a
small sob that he know must startle everyone because he can tell by
the sudden silence and the shock in the Force that they heard it.

And then Anakin is there, arms wrapping
around the older man as he trembles while seated in front of the
terminal still as he tries to contain his emotions. Because he knows
how this bioweapon would have functioned, he knows it would have
turned their own against them and the very idea made him want to
throw up.

And then there was the dead now
walking, their very nature a perversion against the Force and the
balance of life.

How Anakin, who is stronger in the
Force than any of them, manages to keep onto his lunch Obi-Wan has no
idea of because Obi-Wan had thrown up earlier from the constant
onslaught of wrong from these
creatures and he knows that so has Ahsoka.

And he can’t
stop crying.

Its
all silent after the first but he can’t stop the tears right now of
relief as he presses one hand over his eyes and the other to his
mouth, shaking in Anakin’s grasp until he feels smaller arms join.

Then
he’s shaking in both Ahsoka’s and Anakin’s as they cling to
him.

He can
feel them shake too though if that is a response to his emotions or
their own, Obi-Wan hasn’t the foggiest of ideas.

And
neither does he know how long it takes for him to calm down but he
finally manages only for Ahsoka to push one of the scavenged water
bottles into his hands and encourage him to drink it all with a sad
but understanding smile on her face.

Anakin
doesn’t let go, even as Obi-Wan drains the bottle and clings until
Obi-Wan finally pushes himself to his feet, giving the troopers a
wane smile. “Apologies, that was… well, relief.” He croaked,
throat raw despite the water he had drunk.

“Please
don’t apologize to us sir,” Cody gave him a serious stare,
pulling his helmet off to give the Jedi a serious stare. “We
understand. And we’re relieved too.” He added, nods and agreement
coming around the room.

Anakin
just squeezed Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

They
all understood the fear and the relief which made it easier for
Obi-Wan to collect himself before he printed the information from the
terminal of their blood samples before he sent it up to the
Negotiator. “We may be able to leave. As soon as the Negotiator
responds to us that they’ve seen our clean samples and readied the
ship for quarantine. It would mean a second one on board of course
with better equipment but I don’t think anyone here would deny
that.” Obi-Wan chuckled tiredly.

There
were various reactions of amusement and tiredness at that, everyone
ready to go home.

Until
Hotlips let out a startled noise, his radio crackling as it picked up
a signal.

A
local one.

“Please,
if anyone can hear this, we need help. We’re a group of eight
survivors and we’ve been all surviving for over a week in the
durasteel factory. We have little water or food left and
we’re in urgent need for rescue and supplies,”
A desperate but faint female voice reached over the air. “This
message will repeat every five hours.”

They
all stared at the radio before Obi-Wan snapped into action, moving to
Hotlips side. “Can you trace that?” He questioned seriously. “Or
will we need to search for the factory?” Obi-Wan’s face was pale.

“I
think I can trace the signal and log it into the shuttle.” Hotlips
answered, excitement in his voice.

And he
was not the only one.

There
were survivors.

People
they could help.

Oh dear, oh my, undeadwalking? «the first batch of blood work» is clear? Soooo how about the second or third batch? Are there some people about to ‘turn’ and is there any warning? (chortling in malicious glee?) And would that be the communication tech(s)? Is there any way out? Are there any other survivors on the planet who are not zombies??

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They’re all clean, all the blood
samples from troopers to Jedi are all clean and Obi-Wan can’t quite
contain his relief as he drops his face into his hands and lets out a
small sob that he know must startle everyone because he can tell by
the sudden silence and the shock in the Force that they heard it.

And then Anakin is there, arms wrapping
around the older man as he trembles while seated in front of the
terminal still as he tries to contain his emotions. Because he knows
how this bioweapon would have functioned, he knows it would have
turned their own against them and the very idea made him want to
throw up.

And then there was the dead now
walking, their very nature a perversion against the Force and the
balance of life.

How Anakin, who is stronger in the
Force than any of them, manages to keep onto his lunch Obi-Wan has no
idea of because Obi-Wan had thrown up earlier from the constant
onslaught of wrong from these
creatures and he knows that so has Ahsoka.

And he can’t
stop crying.

Its
all silent after the first but he can’t stop the tears right now of
relief as he presses one hand over his eyes and the other to his
mouth, shaking in Anakin’s grasp until he feels smaller arms join.

Then
he’s shaking in both Ahsoka’s and Anakin’s as they cling to
him.

He can
feel them shake too though if that is a response to his emotions or
their own, Obi-Wan hasn’t the foggiest of ideas.

And
neither does he know how long it takes for him to calm down but he
finally manages only for Ahsoka to push one of the scavenged water
bottles into his hands and encourage him to drink it all with a sad
but understanding smile on her face.

Anakin
doesn’t let go, even as Obi-Wan drains the bottle and clings until
Obi-Wan finally pushes himself to his feet, giving the troopers a
wane smile. “Apologies, that was… well, relief.” He croaked,
throat raw despite the water he had drunk.

“Please
don’t apologize to us sir,” Cody gave him a serious stare,
pulling his helmet off to give the Jedi a serious stare. “We
understand. And we’re relieved too.” He added, nods and agreement
coming around the room.

Anakin
just squeezed Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

They
all understood the fear and the relief which made it easier for
Obi-Wan to collect himself before he printed the information from the
terminal of their blood samples before he sent it up to the
Negotiator. “We may be able to leave. As soon as the Negotiator
responds to us that they’ve seen our clean samples and readied the
ship for quarantine. It would mean a second one on board of course
with better equipment but I don’t think anyone here would deny
that.” Obi-Wan chuckled tiredly.

There
were various reactions of amusement and tiredness at that, everyone
ready to go home.

Until
Hotlips let out a startled noise, his radio crackling as it picked up
a signal.

A
local one.

“Please,
if anyone can hear this, we need help. We’re a group of eight
survivors and we’ve been all surviving for over a week in the
durasteel factory. We have little water or food left and
we’re in urgent need for rescue and supplies,”
A desperate but faint female voice reached over the air. “This
message will repeat every five hours.”

They
all stared at the radio before Obi-Wan snapped into action, moving to
Hotlips side. “Can you trace that?” He questioned seriously. “Or
will we need to search for the factory?” Obi-Wan’s face was pale.

“I
think I can trace the signal and log it into the shuttle.” Hotlips
answered, excitement in his voice.

And he
was not the only one.

There
were survivors.

People
they could help.

Oh dear. Unbondedmisery. What if … they are not so healthy? People can loose the baby in the second or third trimester if there is a problem, like say, an unusual blood type or the odd genetic issue? Who was the alpha smuggler, or rather, what? Imagine THAT guilt trip, he’s not sure he wants the baby and then looses the baby?!? ouch.

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There’s something
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows there something wrong because it hurts but he’s kind of
gotten used to the aches and he doesn’t want to think about this
today. He wants to ignore this
today because its one of those days but it keeps hurting and
its getting worse so he can’t
ignore it.

Finally the ache
grows high enough that he actually whimpers, tucking his arms around
himself and curling up around his stomach in his chair. There is an
instant reaction, someone pushing back a chair and swift steps before
Obi-Wan feels a hand on his shoulder, turning his head to meet
Reeft’s wide eyes with his own tear filled as his friend stares at
him. “Obi-Wan?”

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan gritted out, arms still tucked around his stomach which
pulsates with pain.

Reeft,
who knows little of human anatomy in regards to pregnancy, takes one
long look at him then curses and outright lifts Obi-Wan out of the
chair into his arms bridal style, an attempt to help his childhood
friend but as well-meaning as it is, it still makes Obi-Wan scream in
pain as the position jostles
everything.

The
scream attracts every living being in the library, the sudden silence
only broken by Obi-Wan’s harsh breathing and distress along with
Reeft’s swift apology before the dressellian
is running for the doors.

Its dizzying and
Obi-Wan wants to throw up yet all he does is bury his face in Reeft’s
shoulder as he starts to sob, arms tucked about himself as he shakes
in pain and misery.

And
Reeft, even as he runs, curses a blue streak as he feels something
wet coat his sleeve
tucked beneath Obi-Wan’s knees.

He knows what he’ll
see even before he sets Obi-Wan down on the hoverbed waiting for them
at the halls.

Reeft’s entire
sleeve is soaked with blood.

()()()

Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling with tired eyes before
slowly tilting his head to the side to look at Qui-Gon, the alpha
staring back at him with tired bags under his eyes as he sits beside
the hallbed with Anakin sleeping in the one beside him, the teen
tucked up like a ball in the chair.

For a long moment
they just stare at each other with the omega gently touching his now
severely deflated stomach until Obi-Wan’s eyes floods over with
tears and Qui-Gon clicks his tongue in sorrow, moving to the bed
instead to pull the omega into his arms. The movements wake Anakin of
course but he only sits quietly and watches as Obi-Wan weeps into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Guilt and sorrow
and shock floods the Force and even some relief followed by horror.

Obi-Wan has no
control on his emotions at all, that is clear as he clings to Qui-Gon
and his cries gain in volume until his sobs echo loudly against the
walls.

“I
didn’t even want it,” Obi-Wan finally cried out into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder. “I’m relieved.
What kind monster am?”
He shook so hard.

“Oh Obi-Wan,
you’re not a monster,” Qui-Gon crooned, stroking down his back
and his hair. “You’re hurting. That’s what you are.” He
whispered in assurance.

That
assurance just had Obi-Wan sobbing even harder as he pushed into the
alpha for comfort and security, his hands clenched into Qui-Gon’s
tunic. “But it was just a
baby and I didn’t want it,” He sobbed. “And now its gone.”

Wincing at the
sound of sobs, Anakin crawled into the bed too and wrapped his
brother padawan in a hug as gently as he could, rubbing his back with
Qui-Gon. “I’ sorry Obi-Wan, its gonna be alright. I promise you.”
He sniffled, the others emotions breaking into him too.

Shivering, Obi-Wan
coughed into Qui-Gon’s chest and just held on tighter, swimming in
guilt and horror.

Oh dear. Unbondedmisery. What if … they are not so healthy? People can loose the baby in the second or third trimester if there is a problem, like say, an unusual blood type or the odd genetic issue? Who was the alpha smuggler, or rather, what? Imagine THAT guilt trip, he’s not sure he wants the baby and then looses the baby?!? ouch.

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There’s something
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows there something wrong because it hurts but he’s kind of
gotten used to the aches and he doesn’t want to think about this
today. He wants to ignore this
today because its one of those days but it keeps hurting and
its getting worse so he can’t
ignore it.

Finally the ache
grows high enough that he actually whimpers, tucking his arms around
himself and curling up around his stomach in his chair. There is an
instant reaction, someone pushing back a chair and swift steps before
Obi-Wan feels a hand on his shoulder, turning his head to meet
Reeft’s wide eyes with his own tear filled as his friend stares at
him. “Obi-Wan?”

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan gritted out, arms still tucked around his stomach which
pulsates with pain.

Reeft,
who knows little of human anatomy in regards to pregnancy, takes one
long look at him then curses and outright lifts Obi-Wan out of the
chair into his arms bridal style, an attempt to help his childhood
friend but as well-meaning as it is, it still makes Obi-Wan scream in
pain as the position jostles
everything.

The
scream attracts every living being in the library, the sudden silence
only broken by Obi-Wan’s harsh breathing and distress along with
Reeft’s swift apology before the dressellian
is running for the doors.

Its dizzying and
Obi-Wan wants to throw up yet all he does is bury his face in Reeft’s
shoulder as he starts to sob, arms tucked about himself as he shakes
in pain and misery.

And
Reeft, even as he runs, curses a blue streak as he feels something
wet coat his sleeve
tucked beneath Obi-Wan’s knees.

He knows what he’ll
see even before he sets Obi-Wan down on the hoverbed waiting for them
at the halls.

Reeft’s entire
sleeve is soaked with blood.

()()()

Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling with tired eyes before
slowly tilting his head to the side to look at Qui-Gon, the alpha
staring back at him with tired bags under his eyes as he sits beside
the hallbed with Anakin sleeping in the one beside him, the teen
tucked up like a ball in the chair.

For a long moment
they just stare at each other with the omega gently touching his now
severely deflated stomach until Obi-Wan’s eyes floods over with
tears and Qui-Gon clicks his tongue in sorrow, moving to the bed
instead to pull the omega into his arms. The movements wake Anakin of
course but he only sits quietly and watches as Obi-Wan weeps into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Guilt and sorrow
and shock floods the Force and even some relief followed by horror.

Obi-Wan has no
control on his emotions at all, that is clear as he clings to Qui-Gon
and his cries gain in volume until his sobs echo loudly against the
walls.

“I
didn’t even want it,” Obi-Wan finally cried out into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder. “I’m relieved.
What kind monster am?”
He shook so hard.

“Oh Obi-Wan,
you’re not a monster,” Qui-Gon crooned, stroking down his back
and his hair. “You’re hurting. That’s what you are.” He
whispered in assurance.

That
assurance just had Obi-Wan sobbing even harder as he pushed into the
alpha for comfort and security, his hands clenched into Qui-Gon’s
tunic. “But it was just a
baby and I didn’t want it,” He sobbed. “And now its gone.”

Wincing at the
sound of sobs, Anakin crawled into the bed too and wrapped his
brother padawan in a hug as gently as he could, rubbing his back with
Qui-Gon. “I’ sorry Obi-Wan, its gonna be alright. I promise you.”
He sniffled, the others emotions breaking into him too.

Shivering, Obi-Wan
coughed into Qui-Gon’s chest and just held on tighter, swimming in
guilt and horror.

Oh dear, FromAshes, so what is going on in the greater universe? Does Sideous know his apprentice is running around with ObiWan? (security cameras on Mustapher?) Is there a low-key search going on? Apprehend and return to owner? What happens when someone tracks them down??? Intense curiousity Moddy!! INTENSE!!

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“I
am going to take your heads.” Anakin snarled in rage as he stood
from checking on Obi-Wan, saber pulled from his belt as his blue eyes
flickered yellow.

“I
beg your pardon?” The human official raised his brows at Anakin as
he continued standing between the enforcers that had been sent after
him and Obi-Wan, the latter already down from where he had been
blasted in the back.

“Then
beg.” Anakin snarled before viciously
ripping through the collected
group of men and women who thought they could bring him and Obi-Wan
in to Palpatine, mentally yelling at himself for thinking they’d be
safe.

Of
course even with disguises someone was bound to eventually recognize
them, at least people who had meet them before. And this official of
Broomer had meet Obi-Wan during the clone wars clearly, had
recognized him even sans the beard and with long hair which had lead
to the obvious conclusion of recognizing Anakin as the companion.

Shooting
Obi-Wan in the back however had been their first and last mistake as
Obi-Wan, to slow to defend himself with new limbs, went down like a
sack of tubers.

And
that had ignited Anakin’s always smoldering rage ever since the
fall of the Order.

He
only managed to keep a hold on it for Obi-Wan’s sake most days and
now he had free hands to unleash it on these unwitting fools who had
shot Obi-Wan down though thank the Force the other was only stunned.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what he’d do if they had…

He
pulled back as the last head rolled on the ground, staring at them
before forcing himself to take a deep breath and turning back to
Obi-Wan, absently taking note of the empty street as he swept the
other into his arms and rushed away.

Even
as he ran, he tried to calm himself, release the rage into the Force
as he didn’t want Obi-Wan to know…

Know
what?

That
Anakin had murdered people
trying to take them in?

Anakin
would tell him that so the other knew there was another planet they
could not visit and boy wasn’t that starting to become annoying.

There
were so many planets they couldn’t go to because they either knew
Jedi too well and Obi-Wan wasn’t certain about their allegiance or
they knew either Obi-Wan or Anakin too well.

It was
a conundrum and it was hampering Anakin’s ability to get them out
of the core to the outer Rims.

Force
they had only just
reached the mid Rims and it was a month since
Mustafar!

A
very… tense month.

Anakin
wasn’t utterly oblivious to the way Obi-Wan had been watching him,
the tenseness in the others eyes or the way he just seemed to… wilt
in the direction Anakin prodded but he wasn’t sure what to do with
it!

What
could you do when everything had gone to damn ashes and only cinders
were left for them to pick up?

Anakin
sure as all Sithspawns had no idea what to do but he was trying and
kept hoping that Obi-Wan’s continued meditations would help in some
manner.

Or
that something would spring life back into Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Something
at least more than Obi-Wan’s quiet acceptance of just… going
where Anakin directed them.

‘Maybe
that’s easier said then done when everything is so broken.’ He
wondered sadly as he made his way towards the port Wedding was
harboring in, knowing they’d have to get of planet and get of
quick.

Still,
he’d keep trying.

Obi-Wan
was all that was left…

If
Anakin lost Obi-Wan too… what was left to live for?

He
clung to the other at the thought, his pace quickening.

Oh dear, FromAshes, so what is going on in the greater universe? Does Sideous know his apprentice is running around with ObiWan? (security cameras on Mustapher?) Is there a low-key search going on? Apprehend and return to owner? What happens when someone tracks them down??? Intense curiousity Moddy!! INTENSE!!

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“I
am going to take your heads.” Anakin snarled in rage as he stood
from checking on Obi-Wan, saber pulled from his belt as his blue eyes
flickered yellow.

“I
beg your pardon?” The human official raised his brows at Anakin as
he continued standing between the enforcers that had been sent after
him and Obi-Wan, the latter already down from where he had been
blasted in the back.

“Then
beg.” Anakin snarled before viciously
ripping through the collected
group of men and women who thought they could bring him and Obi-Wan
in to Palpatine, mentally yelling at himself for thinking they’d be
safe.

Of
course even with disguises someone was bound to eventually recognize
them, at least people who had meet them before. And this official of
Broomer had meet Obi-Wan during the clone wars clearly, had
recognized him even sans the beard and with long hair which had lead
to the obvious conclusion of recognizing Anakin as the companion.

Shooting
Obi-Wan in the back however had been their first and last mistake as
Obi-Wan, to slow to defend himself with new limbs, went down like a
sack of tubers.

And
that had ignited Anakin’s always smoldering rage ever since the
fall of the Order.

He
only managed to keep a hold on it for Obi-Wan’s sake most days and
now he had free hands to unleash it on these unwitting fools who had
shot Obi-Wan down though thank the Force the other was only stunned.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what he’d do if they had…

He
pulled back as the last head rolled on the ground, staring at them
before forcing himself to take a deep breath and turning back to
Obi-Wan, absently taking note of the empty street as he swept the
other into his arms and rushed away.

Even
as he ran, he tried to calm himself, release the rage into the Force
as he didn’t want Obi-Wan to know…

Know
what?

That
Anakin had murdered people
trying to take them in?

Anakin
would tell him that so the other knew there was another planet they
could not visit and boy wasn’t that starting to become annoying.

There
were so many planets they couldn’t go to because they either knew
Jedi too well and Obi-Wan wasn’t certain about their allegiance or
they knew either Obi-Wan or Anakin too well.

It was
a conundrum and it was hampering Anakin’s ability to get them out
of the core to the outer Rims.

Force
they had only just
reached the mid Rims and it was a month since
Mustafar!

A
very… tense month.

Anakin
wasn’t utterly oblivious to the way Obi-Wan had been watching him,
the tenseness in the others eyes or the way he just seemed to… wilt
in the direction Anakin prodded but he wasn’t sure what to do with
it!

What
could you do when everything had gone to damn ashes and only cinders
were left for them to pick up?

Anakin
sure as all Sithspawns had no idea what to do but he was trying and
kept hoping that Obi-Wan’s continued meditations would help in some
manner.

Or
that something would spring life back into Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Something
at least more than Obi-Wan’s quiet acceptance of just… going
where Anakin directed them.

‘Maybe
that’s easier said then done when everything is so broken.’ He
wondered sadly as he made his way towards the port Wedding was
harboring in, knowing they’d have to get of planet and get of
quick.

Still,
he’d keep trying.

Obi-Wan
was all that was left…

If
Anakin lost Obi-Wan too… what was left to live for?

He
clung to the other at the thought, his pace quickening.

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His chest hurt
something awful lately and Qui-Gon wasn’t sure just why but he had
a horrid sensation that maybe it was connected to Obi-Wan.

And that thought
honestly frightened the living Force out of him.

He wasn’t even
sure who to speak to about it, the chest pains he could feel as if
his chest had been peeled open and his organs removed. It made him
imagine all sorts of horrid things that might be going on with
Obi-Wan at the current moments and while Qui-Gon could have accepted
death…

Prolonged suffering
was different, was worse.

He wasn’t sure
what to do about it as he leaned against the one of the trees in the
garden, slowly sliding down to sit.

He was a wreck, he
knew it, he barely ate and barely slept and Qui-Gon knew that more
than one master and knight was whispering behind his back while
looking at him. But they didn’t understand!

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
were soul tied, bonded and his pain reached through the galaxy
clearly. It wasn’t a talk of attachment as Qui-Gon had long ago
accepted that death would come for either him or Obi-Wan at some
point.

But what the Sith
was currently doing to Obi-Wan had never been on the carpet.

There was a little
shift of grass and a small three fingered hand touching his shoulder.

Qui-Gon looked
tiredly at his grandmaster, blinking slowly at Yoda who stared
steadily back to him. “…He’s hurting. I can feel him.”
Qui-Gon whispered, watching Yoda’s face fall as he nodded.

“Reason why
soulbonds fell out this is. Death accepted can be. Separation and
loss? Harder. Torture? Worse. Get him back we will.” Yoda assured
quietly.

“…I hope so.”
Qui-Gon whispered, not willing to voice his thought that if they
couldn’t, death would be better for Obi-Wan than constant
suffering.

()()()

Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan licked his dry, cracking lips as he stared at the
ceiling above him in confusion.

There had been a
noise but he wasn’t sure where it had come from and when it didn’t
repeat, he let his eyes close again, listening to the noise of the
cor as it continued to keep his systems working. He had slept through
the droid doing cleanup duty it seems since Plagueis didn’t seem to
care to do that himself.

So several medical
droids instead worked on him with intervals to ensure he wouldn’t…
die, just yet.

Opening his eyes
when the door opened, Obi-Wan frowned a bit as he tilted his head to
look towards the door, wondering if Sidious was back to taunt him
since he knew that Plagueis had told the man in no uncertain terms to
not disturb him, taking with him several vials of Obi-Wan’s blood.

It was Sidious…
and Tahl.

Both Jedi’s eyes
widened up at the sight of each other even as the gagged and bound
Sith seethed.

She seemed to
finally get back to herself when someone else hissed at her, pushing
Sidious into the room with a man Obi-Wan vaguely recognized as
Sifo-Dyas following in moments later. He too froze momentarily when
he saw Obi-Wan however shook it off quickly as he hurried over to
Obi-Wan, looking over his chest quickly and then towards the jar
where his heart was pumping.

Obi-Wan was… not
in a right place to answer question or even fully understand the
situation but he knew that one, Sidious was contained and two, Jedi
were here.

Did he…

Was he actually
going to be saved?

Hope, cautious like
a flower after frost, bloomed for him as he stared up at the
determined looking older Jedi master as Sifo-Dyas took stock of what
was in the room and how he could get Obi-Wan with them out.

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His chest hurt
something awful lately and Qui-Gon wasn’t sure just why but he had
a horrid sensation that maybe it was connected to Obi-Wan.

And that thought
honestly frightened the living Force out of him.

He wasn’t even
sure who to speak to about it, the chest pains he could feel as if
his chest had been peeled open and his organs removed. It made him
imagine all sorts of horrid things that might be going on with
Obi-Wan at the current moments and while Qui-Gon could have accepted
death…

Prolonged suffering
was different, was worse.

He wasn’t sure
what to do about it as he leaned against the one of the trees in the
garden, slowly sliding down to sit.

He was a wreck, he
knew it, he barely ate and barely slept and Qui-Gon knew that more
than one master and knight was whispering behind his back while
looking at him. But they didn’t understand!

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
were soul tied, bonded and his pain reached through the galaxy
clearly. It wasn’t a talk of attachment as Qui-Gon had long ago
accepted that death would come for either him or Obi-Wan at some
point.

But what the Sith
was currently doing to Obi-Wan had never been on the carpet.

There was a little
shift of grass and a small three fingered hand touching his shoulder.

Qui-Gon looked
tiredly at his grandmaster, blinking slowly at Yoda who stared
steadily back to him. “…He’s hurting. I can feel him.”
Qui-Gon whispered, watching Yoda’s face fall as he nodded.

“Reason why
soulbonds fell out this is. Death accepted can be. Separation and
loss? Harder. Torture? Worse. Get him back we will.” Yoda assured
quietly.

“…I hope so.”
Qui-Gon whispered, not willing to voice his thought that if they
couldn’t, death would be better for Obi-Wan than constant
suffering.

()()()

Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan licked his dry, cracking lips as he stared at the
ceiling above him in confusion.

There had been a
noise but he wasn’t sure where it had come from and when it didn’t
repeat, he let his eyes close again, listening to the noise of the
cor as it continued to keep his systems working. He had slept through
the droid doing cleanup duty it seems since Plagueis didn’t seem to
care to do that himself.

So several medical
droids instead worked on him with intervals to ensure he wouldn’t…
die, just yet.

Opening his eyes
when the door opened, Obi-Wan frowned a bit as he tilted his head to
look towards the door, wondering if Sidious was back to taunt him
since he knew that Plagueis had told the man in no uncertain terms to
not disturb him, taking with him several vials of Obi-Wan’s blood.

It was Sidious…
and Tahl.

Both Jedi’s eyes
widened up at the sight of each other even as the gagged and bound
Sith seethed.

She seemed to
finally get back to herself when someone else hissed at her, pushing
Sidious into the room with a man Obi-Wan vaguely recognized as
Sifo-Dyas following in moments later. He too froze momentarily when
he saw Obi-Wan however shook it off quickly as he hurried over to
Obi-Wan, looking over his chest quickly and then towards the jar
where his heart was pumping.

Obi-Wan was… not
in a right place to answer question or even fully understand the
situation but he knew that one, Sidious was contained and two, Jedi
were here.

Did he…

Was he actually
going to be saved?

Hope, cautious like
a flower after frost, bloomed for him as he stared up at the
determined looking older Jedi master as Sifo-Dyas took stock of what
was in the room and how he could get Obi-Wan with them out.