Does Ani find his love? Does he use purely the light side of the Force or does he use the dark side to get his captured mate back?
Rubbing
his beard down, Qui-Gon stared at the bodies that the judicial
had alerted the Jedi order to. Krell and Dibs, both both decapitated
with a lightsaber with Dibs showing no defense wounds which indicated
he was attacked
first with Krell covered in various scrapes and missing an arm.
All
of it lightsaber related injuries.
If
they hadn’t already known thanks to Yan then this would really put
the nail in the coffin that the Sith lord was on Coruscant. And boy
did that stills ting deep in his heart to know that Yan had fallen so
far.
Qui-Gon
still refused to take the man’s call.
But
right now he could not afford to be selfish.
Palpatine
had Obi-Wan and they needed proof to investigate him, needed the
judicals on their side and needed to be able to present their case to
the Senate after the fact to avoid a backlash from the public.
The
kidnapping of a pregnant being would do it but only if they could
prove that Palpatine had Obi-Wan.
‘Which
we still can’t.’ Qui-Gon thought bitterly before looking at the
officer he had been paired with. “Anything?” He asked softly,
frowning a bit.
She
glanced up before nodding. “Maybe. All Jedi are equipped with the
Order’s own specialized
brand of comms right?” Minella questioned before standing up by
Krell’s body to wipe her hands on a cloth, the water from searching
his belt clinging to her hands.
Nodding,
Qui-Gon moved closer. “Yes, they’re boosted to provide
communication when we’re separated
during paired missions. To ensure we can contact each other to
provide aid or to find an extraction point that works for all Jedi.
Why?” He questioned in bemusement.
“Because
Krell doesn’t have a comm and yet Dibs does.” She said with some
grim satisfaction.
“So my question is this, can Jedi comm’s be tracked?” Minella
crossed her arms over her chest, her muscles pushing the uniform.
Eyes
widening at the
implication, Qui-Gon
put his hand over his own comm. “…I don’t know but its no time
like the present to find that out. If you’re willing to come with
the temple with me officer?” He gestured to the car.
“Lead
the way Master Jinn.” She nodded sternly.
‘Hold
on Obi-Wan, just a while longer. Two more days and Anakin will be on
planet too…’ Qui-Gon thought with a tinge of desperation as he
hoped by that time that they knew where Obi-Wan was being kept.
()()()
Whimpering
faintly as he turned his head away, Obi-Wan tried to keep still as
blood was drawn from him by the med droid that
Palpatine had called into his room and had ordered to take a full
blood work sample from Obi-Wan who had been forced still with a Force
grip as the med bot approached the bed.
It
actually hurt quite a bit and he figured that had more to do with his
state at the moment.
Honestly
Obi-Wan had no idea how much time had gone by but so far he had been
feed eight time by a droid who would come by so if he was correct
that meant three meals a day but without a true window or a clock, it
was hard to tell.
Palpatine
came and went as he wanted, clearly living his life outside Obi-Wan’s
gilded cell but he came by often enough to leave Obi-Wan on edge as
he paced his room or went to the fresher as needed.
But
at least the blood sample was all that was going to be taken from him
in that moment.
“Now
the embryonic fluid sample.” Palpatine drawled and Obi-Wan
instantly started struggling to get off the bed only to be pulled
back with a loud yelp and kept still once more.
That
left Obi-Wan with only one option as the droid pulled up his tunic to
get to the swollen stomach, stretchmarks and all in display. “You
may feel a slight sting.” It droned out in a monotone and Obi-Wan
let out a cry as the needle pierced the taunt skin of his belly.
Far
up in space another sat up rigidly in his seat, hearing his mate cry
out in pain and fear. “Obi-Wan!”
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