“He’s going to kill you both.” Obi-Wan offered casually, staring up at the greenery with a bored look on his face, ignoring the various aches and pains highlighting in his body.

The two knights ignored him and continued their game of dejarik.

It almost made Obi-Wan want to warn them again but no matter, it wasn’t his fault they couldn’t listen. It was his fault though that he was captured and currently feeling like a bantha had stood on his chest. Not that Jedi’s were cruel but there was only so much two less then powerful knights could do in the middle of a field that would help Obi-Wan.

‘At least they had a low level painkiller.’ He mused tiredly before cocking his head and listening to the sounds of the jungle planet around them.

It still wouldn’t change their fate.

Qui-Gon would take one look at him and then…

“He won’t care that I was just caught in a blast, he’ll blame you both.” Obi-Wan tried for.

“Look, you can continue talking mr smooth operator.” One of them finally snapped, glaring at Obi-Wan. “But this is the situation, you’re injured, you’re caught with a Force suppressor in your system, no one on the Separatist side knows you’re here and we’re only waiting for pickup which will be arriving in less then half a hour. We’re bringing you to the Council and there is nothing you can say that will convince us otherwise Negotiator.” The title was used in disgust before the knight turned back to the game board.

Her friend looked a bit unsure before focusing back on the game too, back shifting a bit more towards Obi-Wan.

“The order really should stop sending green knights out into the fray. Very well, I did try to warn you both.” The sith hummed and then closed his eyes, settling his head back against the tree behind him.

Ten minutes later his prediction came out true and he opened his eyes at the hum of a lightsaber, his smile cracking the wound in his bottom lip open again to give his beard a fresh coating of blood. The knights didn’t stand a chance, even as a Jedi, Qui-Gon’s skills in Ataruu had been legendary. As a sith, his master had no mercy and didn’t need to take anyone peacefully.

Obi-Wan felt a second of pity before sitting up as carefully as he could. “Master.”

“Obi-Wan.” The man deactivated his blade, stepping around bodies to come to his apprentice side, kneeling down and stroking his face gently. “Force inhibitor?”

“Mmmn, apparently a standard outfitting to the Jedi’s kit now. Just in case.” Obi-Wan leaned into the large hand gratefully, feeling sparks of healing Force against his face. “How’d you find me?” He sighed blissfully.

“After the last time I had you kitted out with a tracking chip.” Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the others temple then shifted to undo the cuffs behind Obi-Wan’s back.

“That does explain how you always find me now.” The redhead mused before hissing as Qui-Gon rested some of his weight against Obi-Wan’s thigh, the broken bone screaming out for attention. The hand quickly withdrew and Qui-Gon’s eyes glowed yellow before he pressed a quick kiss in apology to the bloodied mans released hands. “Bacta, you are going into bacta.”

“No complaints from me Qui.”