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Zygerrian Triumvate; the Rescues of Obi-Wan Kenobi	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 6747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: "Naughty Zygerrian Triumvate" - the Rescues of Obi-Wan Kenobi
Author: Jade_Max
Genre: Uh… PWP? Except it has some plot…
Summary: Three different takes on how the Zygerrian arc in TCW Season 4 could have gone if Obi-Wan Kenobi had been the slave…
Notes: The first chapter is the setting - chapters 2, 3 and 4 will have the different takes on *how* he could have been rescued... all 'Naughty' ;)
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"Naughty Zygerrian Triumvate" - the Rescues of Obi-Wan Kenobi
The Setting
“I don’t know how you talked me into this, Anakin.”
“How else?” Anakin returned with a smirk. “I need Rex with me and Ahsoka makes the most logical slaver with it being her people we’re searching for… you did volunteer, Obi-Wan.”
“Remind me never to volunteer before asking what role you expect me to play next time,” Obi-Wan returned dryly, reaching up to tug at the collar around his neck. “This is so undignified.”
Ahsoka, dressed in form fitting leathers that most slavers favored, but with enough flesh showing to showcase her lithe figure and the clearly visible vibroblades that were clasped to each hip, flashed a grin. They weren’t lightsabers, but the closest thing they could find. Hopefully she wouldn’t need them. In one half-gloved hand, adorned with a sensor console reminiscent of Cad Bane’s, she held the other end of the chain that attached to Obi-Wan’s collar and she tugged on it teasingly.
“Don’t worry, Master Kenobi,” she offered sassily, “I won’t drag you around by it too much.”
“Now there’s a relief,” he returned with a tilt of his head before the hand at his neck ran deliberately across his jaw, “but was it really necessary I shave?”
Bursting out with a laugh, Ahsoka glanced at Anakin and then rolled her eyes. “You said it yourself, Master; they say you on the holo transmission. This way there’s no way they could know you. You’re blonde, young and buff; not things they’ll associate with the infamous negotiator.”
“Not the most flattering Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow. “An interesting assessment, young one.”
“But accurate,” she countered, obviously refusing to be embarrassed or intimidated. She’d already begun to step into the role of ‘Master’ a little too well.
Anakin, not to be outdone, couldn’t resist putting in his two credits. “I’d enjoy the robes while you can, Obi-Wan; once the Queen sees you, it might be the last time you’re fully covered for awhile.”
“Then it’s a good thing Zygerria’s so temperate.” Looking beyond the two Jedi, Obi-Wan turned his attention to the, thus-far, silent member of their quartet. “Nothing to add Rex? Perhaps about how the gold brings out the flecks in my eyes or some such thing?”
Rex shook his head, his expression deliberately blank. “No sir; it could have just as easily been me in your place.”
“Smart man,” Ahsoka teased him. “I still say you should have tried on the outfit.”
Rex arched his eyebrows at her and Obi-Wan looked from the Padawan to the Captain and then shook his head. “If you’re quite finished enjoying the experience at my expense, perhaps we can begin?”
“Sorry Master Kenobi,” Ahsoka offered with one last look at Rex before she adjusted her grip on the chain. “Good luck, Skyguy; Rex. Just don’t blow our cover, okay?”
“Speak for yourself, Snips,” Anakin returned with a smirk as he opened the back of the ship and slid the helmet on that would hide his features. “Just focus on your part of the mission and we’ll do ours. You’ll have enough to worry about without worrying what we’re doing.”
“That’s not reassuring, Master.”
Obi-Wan pulled his hood and face cover up as Anakin and Ahsoka exchanged last moment snipes, and checked to ensure he was completely covered. A slave walking through the market without covers was a slave for sale and he had no intention of being ‘bought’ before reaching their objective.
The quartet parted ways before entering the slave market, Ahsoka making her way towards the Palace with Obi-Wan in tow, a respectful distance back, being led on the finely wrought chain that was stronger than it looked; he knew because he’d tried to break it initially. Anakin had suggested he might need a quick getaway – hence a quick release on the base pin that was cleverly hidden and only accessible by the Force – but the chain itself was made of durasteel links plated in gold and mixed with an alloy he hadn’t recognized in the description.
Whatever it was, it was incredibly tough; enough to hold someone more powerful than him in place even Force assisted.
“Faster,” Ahsoka snapped with a harsh tug on the chain.
Obligingly, Obi-Wan picked up his feet - and nearly stumbled when Ahsoka pulled up short and jumped into a confrontation between a Zygerrian slaver and his slaves. He missed the initial exchange thanks to the rustling of his hood and had to tilt his head just so to be able to hear them properly. By the time he was able to sort through the random wind blowing through the cowl, Ahsoka had stood up to the slaver that had been about to beat his slave impressively.
“No,” she was saying, her hands on her hips in an aggressive and powerful posture; body language, she’d been told, and heard apparently, was key to winning any confrontation with a Zygerrian, “No invitation, but I do bring news. News that the Queen, would be eager to hear.”
The slaver laughed. “A rogue Togrutan would have nothing of interest for her majesty!”
“I’m sure you think that,” Ahsoka told him with a nonchalant shrug of one shoulder, “then I will continue to the auction and her Majesty will never learn the fate of Bruno Danturi; come slave.”
With a snarl, the Zygerrian’s lip curled back, but Ahsoka was already turning on her heel to go, tugging on the chain and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but admire her tactics. The Padawan, a cunning predator herself, had keen instincts when dealing with these marauders.
The security forces suddenly came running and Ahsoka’s hands dropped to the hilts of her weapons, the chain still wrapped around one – and Obi-Wan didn’t want to think of how badly it would hurt should she start spinning with her normal gusto.
Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary. A security bot slipped in as Ahsoka tapped the hilts knowingly, her confidence giving the Zygerrian’s pause.
Don’t overdo it, he thought towards her, not knowing if she’d hear him.
Her fingers tightened on the chain and relaxed, though nothing else in her posture shifted for a heartbeat until she lifted one hand, the one with the chain, and placed it back on her hip. She turned to face the original slaver, all cocky confidence that Obi-Wan figured she’d learned from Anakin. He’d have to talk with them about it later.
“Cease all hostilities,” the droid reported in its monotone voice, “this woman is to be escorted to the Palace by order of the Queen.”
The Zygerrian growled and made a show of displease compliance before pushing Obi-Wan to the side and stepping around them to lead the way.
They were escorted through the streets, Ahsoka exuding an air of purpose that Obi-Wan silently congratulated even as he took in his surroundings. Anakin’s Padawan was, thus far, doing him proud and Obi-Wan was confident she would continue to do so once face to face with the Queen. She knew what was at stake and wasn’t afraid to do whatever was necessary to ensure the freedom of her people.
Upon reaching the Palace, Ahsoka drew Obi-Wan closer by wrapping the chain around her hand and he obligingly followed her 'order', moving into step deferentially behind her. They entered the main audience hall together, behind the slaver who appeared to be a very well known member of court and Obi-Wan reflected that the Zygerrian looked familiar but couldn't place him.
Perhaps the individual he'd seen speaking with Count Dooku in the hologram? Possibly, but he couldn't be sure. IF he was right, their deception might be over before it truly began, but for the moment there was nothing to do but carry on through with it.
The Queen was seated in her throne at the top of a long staircase on the far end of the throne room as they entered, making arrangements for some function or other, casually arrogant and elegant all at once. She regarded them with a mixture of disdain and curiosity even as she finished speaking with the servant and waved one hand dismissively.
Power, he reflected absently, analyzing the situation before she'd even spoken, if the way to this one. Strength with strength; deference will be an invitation to be dominated.
A shame he wasn't here to negotiate the release of the Togrutans; this was a powerful female in her prime with the power of her world at her finger tips. They were always the most amusing when it came to 'negotiations'; one never knew if it would end at the boardroom table or in the bedroom.
Not that the Jedi promoted that kind of diplomacy, but Obi-Wan had learned a long time ago to never discount an option that could bring the desired outcome. The Queen before him, so proud and strong, would find Ahsoka to be a rival of sorts and, Obi-Wan suspected, would do everything she could to obtain him as a way of winning a war Ahsoka would be unaware she was waging.
The slaver who'd been leading them brought them to a halt in front of the throne at the base of the stairs and proffered a bow.
"My Queen; I present Quinthel Deria."
"So, you are the one who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Danturi?"
“Yes, your highness,” Ahsoka offered a half bow and a cocky smile. “However, when I spoke with him, he failed to mention your... exquisite taste.”
She laughed softly with a faint shake of her head. “Really? And did he fail to mention my intense hatred of him,” blasters flashed, one leveling at her head and Ahsoka stared at the slaver who’d escorted them, “or did that escape his memory as well?”
“It may have, your majesty,” Ahsoka agreed nonchalantly, crossing her arms and examining the fastenings on her half gloves before checking her nails, “but it would be most impossible to ask him now.”
The Queen straightened, narrowing her gaze. “What do you mean?”
“Bruno Danturi is dead,” she informed the Queen, clenching her hand as she looked up at the Queen with eyes that flashed, conviction in her tone, “by my hand.”
Obi-Wan silently applauded her addlibbing. Ahsoka was being magnificent.
"Behold; a slave from his Palace," Ahsoka tugged Obi-Wan forward by the chain. “Compensation for my efforts; remove the robe.”
"Please, Master," he murmured, eyes downcast, giving a brief bow with his hands outstretched in a sign of subservience before hauling the hood from his head as he shrugged out of the robes to let them pool at his feet. "I live only to serve you."
From the corner of his eye, he caught the widening of the Queens eyes and mentally congratulated Anakin on his choice of costume, no matter how degrading.
Currently, his only adornments, beyond the choker and golden chain, were a pair of matching short that were so tight they felt, and no doubt looked, painted on, gold manacles that were strictly decorative and a pair of sturdy, if filmy, sandals of the same.
On his pale body the golden hue was a stark contrast and he knew he made a striking figure, early blinding. He could feel the gaze of the Zygerrian Queen lingering on his chest and chanced a glance at her from the corner of his eye from his deferential posture.
She stood and the rest of the servants in the chamber, along with the slaver who'd brought them, dropped to their knees. Ahsoka stayed standing, but Obi-Wan dropped as the others did, his eyes on the floor, and stayed there until Ahsoka tugged on the chain to bring him once again to his feet.
“You impress me Quinthel Deria,” the Queen informed her with a feral smile as she approached. “He is quite a prize… and to have defeated Bruno Danturi in combat; you must be quite the warrior.”
The Queen looked to Ahsoka who, when the Queen’s gaze dropped to the chain, made a reluctant show of relinquishing it, letting it trail from her fingers to swing back towards him, the links cool against the heated muscles of his chest as they came to rest against him. The Queen’s eyes darkened as she followed those links from the floor and up over his flesh.
It was an uncomfortable experience to be eyed as little more than a piece of well tones and muscular flesh but also reassuring; her interest was almost purely professional as she circled him with deliberate slowness. There was, however, no mistaking the gleam of anticipation and curiosity in her eyes.
“Hmm,” she practically purred as she stepped behind him. “Um hmm… Brueno was never known for his taste in males; wherever did you discover such a splendid specimen within his walls?”
“Where else?” Ahsoka toned the question with such derision that Obi-Wan stiffened, silently urging her to not overdo it. The Padawan either didn’t hear him, or chose to ignore him. “In the chambers used to house the entertainment for female guests.”
“Mmm,” the Queen practically purred, running the backs of her fingers down one muscular bicep. “The slave is certainly of fine stock. What is your price for him?”
“I never discuss price in such a formal setting,” lobbied back Ahsoka, holding out her hand and making a show of having Obi-Wan hand the chain back to her. “Perhaps… refreshments?”
Considering Ahsoka with a long look, the Queen waved a servant away to do just that. "Come, my dear," she motioned to Ahsoka to join her as she headed for the exterior Palace walkways. "We must absolutely set a price on this slave of yours. I find myself most intrigued by such a gem having been in Bruno’s hands and never having known.”
Things from there had gone off without a hitch, Atai Molec – the slaver who was in fact the Queen’s closest minister – watching them carefully but Obi-Wan knew he’d found no reason to doubt their story. Atai might have been the one to see him on the holo, but there was nothing in the Jedi he’d been then and the slave he was pretending to be now.
That anonymity was key to ensuring this paid off.
That anonymity would work both in his favor - and not.
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