Clairvoyance

Chapter 41

If Lexa thought for a second that Anakin returning to Umbara and Obi-Wan finally making it to the airbase was going to solve problems, she was sadly mistaken. While the situation with Krell had been neutralized and thoroughly dealt with, it still came as a blow and a shock that he had tried to execute her—and so they were forced to execute him.

The trio had no sooner made it to just outside Umbara's planet limits when they had received a transmission from Yoda. The people of Kiros had been taken by slavers or Separatists. Either way, there were more pressing problems than the betrayal of a Jedi Master.

Everything seemed to be more pressing than that. Except for the impromptu warning that Obi-Wan had given to Lexa—alerting her that when she returned to Coruscant, the Council was offering her a seat amongst them for her deeds. Lexa had immediately protested that, but Obi-Wan simply wouldn't hear of it. Knowing how Anakin felt about such Council promotions and matters, the duo had elected not to speak to him about it.

Alas, everything had been put on hold while dealing with the slave-trading crisis. Neither Lexa nor Obi-Wan had planned on their cover being blown a mere day after arriving with Anakin and Ahsoka and enacting an espionage plot. They had prepared in full—but Jedi kindness seemed to be the weakness of the day.

It had been a simple thing that had blown their cover. There was something intrinsically horrific about watching people be abused and carted like cattle. Neither she nor Obi-Wan could spare the heart—but they did.

So here they were, locked up in prison. And for Lexa, this was the second time in two weeks. She was weary of the war, weary of the constant struggle that it was to survive. And not just for herself. But for the whole galaxy. At the moment, it truly seemed that the weight of the war rested on her shoulders in an emotional way that she could not explain to anyone else.

Obi-Wan had been chained to the wall and he hadn't talked. Not when he was savagely beat or whipped. They hadn't touched her yet and she worried about the implications of such a thing. Both she and Obi-Wan had been thinking the same thing

—A Morellian was a high commodity these days. A prophetic Morellian would sell for even more on the black market—or to Dooku.

"Why would a slaver try to rescue a slave from the palace?" The leader sneered in Obi-Wan's face, throwing back the whip again.

Lexa tried not to flinch at the violence being inflicted on Obi-Wan. As it so happened, he was one of the few pillars in her life that she could still count on. He was still here. He had always been there. And if anything happened to him, she wasn't sure she could even imagine how to go on after that.

"Wait...I know your face. From the hologram," the slave trader harshly grabbed ahold of Obi-Wan's face, shoving him into the light. "I never forget a Jedi."

Well Kriff.

Oh you think?

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Considering that it was the second time that both Obi-Wan and Lexa had been put in a gladiatorial arena, they were both over such events. They were waiting below in the pits to be auctioned off in mere moments.

Any chance we'll get lucky this time? Obi-Wan's thoughts permeated Lexa's attempts of calm reason.

I don't need to be a seer to tell you that Anakin is going to lose his shit over this.

Obviously.

"Highness! Zygerrians, and guests from a thousand worlds, our auction begins with slaves of unmatched quality and impossible quantity. I give you Togruta from the Kiros system!"