Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Kidnap Victim is a Whore

• Summary: Anakin was fucked, in multiple ways. He was on his last chance of a mission, to protect the chancellor from the upcoming summit with Count Dooku when he was kidnapped. Anakin wakes up to find that his kidnapper wants him to join him for a better life. To Anakin’s horror it is working since his capture is someone he has had a crush on for years.

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Anakin woke up.

He opened his eyes, only to encounter blackness. Somehow, he was tied up to the point he couldn’t move. There was even a blindfold covering his eyes. He couldn’t hear anything around him, just the sound of whatever craft he was on flying in hyperspace, so he began looking inwards trying to figure out what all was going on. He tried to move, but something was binding him motionless as well.

It took a second for him to focus. What had he been up to last. He tried to trace back what he remembered. He had left the 501st to go do a mission for the council. He remembered getting to Coruscant, mainly since he was shoved into medical so the healers could verify his health. He kept retracing his steps in his mind. He got mission orders and met up with someone for a protection mission. His vision was still black. Something was covering his eyes and blocking his use of the force.

His mind kept getting sidetracked. Who was he supposed to protect. He remembered the ship, it was opulent and colorful. The walls were red, the interior had a bunch of plated gold buttons.

He tried to remember what he had been doing. He’d been checking the landing site. Anakin struggled to remember; did he notice if anything was wrong.

He had. Right? No. Shit. He’d given the all clear signal.

Who had he allowed off the ship?

His mind struggled. It felt like trying to fill a leaking bucket. As he kept trying to think he began to try moving around. His brain kept going to being tied up and blindfolded. He needed to know what had caused him to be like this before he could plan.

He remembered watching someone on the ramp. An image flashed in his mind. It was bright red robes with gaudy gold trim. Despite not being able to make out the face he knew those robes. That had to have been the chancellor.

He tried to remember what happened next, but he couldn’t remember. All he knew was that his mind kept going blurry.

If anything happened to Sheev Palpatine, it would be all his fault for him being kidnapped. He had only been given the mission after the chancellor overruled the council to have him be the one protecting him.

If the Chancellor died, he might as well leave. It might be easier to pretend to be killed in action than deal with those consequences. Not a single jedi would miss him. His master was dead after a string of missions from the Jedi Council that caused him to be slaughtered. His first padawan died when the council pulled him from the front lines the war to do a protection detail. Then the council had taken away the new padawan they’d assigned him when the censured him last month. Even though they’d been paired for just 8 months, he had had a very strong bond with Ashoka. Palpatine has mentioned that his censure was all because they thought he had been to aggressive and violent on a battle field in a war. Just because he had killed multiple separatists. He’d been forced to spend a month temple bound unable to help with anything related to the war effort. It had taken most of that time before he was willing to acknowledge they were partially correct and that their could have been a better solution, but he refused to correct it fully or regret his decision.

Those bastards deserved it. They didn’t deserve to live, and it wasn’t his fault they didn’t get a quick death. They had each chosen a slow death by not telling him where grievous had run off too. The other jedi on the council called it “torture” but Anakin knew it would eventually get results.