(A/N) So, this is clearly an AU of Escape From Kadavo. The Queen is still living, and other events will unfold for sure. Obi-wan (my fave) and Rex are in their work camp, getting in tons of trouble because what else would Obi-wan do with his free time? Rest of the story will unfold, please R and R. Story begins on Kadavo, with Obi-wan and Rex in some serious shit for trying to help the other slaves.

He woke up to the bottom of a pair of boots in front of his face; they were shiny, too shiny to be anyone but guards. He let out a long breath, unable to move from where he had been shackled to the wall after he had been "unruly" the day before. He stretched out with the force, and he could feel that Rex was only a few feet away, more than likely in the same state he was, since, before he had been dragged in here, he remembered the Commander trying to push a guard away from him.

He stared at the shoe longer, willing him memory to return past the throbbing that was coursing through his head. He didn't have to wait long, as he watched the show reared back, and before he could react to move, landed a swift kick into his ribcage. "Wake-up, Jedi." His sucked in a breath, and as his body reacted to the force of the kick, his back lit on fire. He could feel where the skin was torn, and as he recoiled form the boot onto his back, he could feel that what remained of his back tunic was soaked in blood. The guard glared down at him, an ugly Zygerrian with one half of his face scarred to the point where his left eye no longer opened. "Looks like somebody actually wants the pair of you,"

For a moment, Obi-wan felt hope twinge into him that it was the Order, the Senate, Anakin; but the Jedi did not make deals with Slavers, and judging from the guards tone, where they were headed wasn't any more pleasant. Rex had been knocked awake in the same manner, and Obi-wan took a moment to take in the Commander's state. His eye was black, like Obi-wan, he seemed to have a deep head wound, his normally clean blonde hair sticky with matted blood.

They were detached from the wall, and marched forward. Obi-wan tried to keep his back still, each muscle twitch sending sharp shots of pain over his body. He vaguely wondered how many times they had hit him, how many times before he had passed out from the blow to the head, and how many times after.

"Someone wants us, Rex." He attempted a joke, but the clone looked over at him and grimaced.

"Rough night, general?" Obi-wan wondered how he looked. It didn't take to much imagination, to be honest, every part of his body either ached rob burned, and he thought now he could feel what he was certain was his own blood running into his right eyebrow.

"Shut up, skug!" The words were aimed at rex, but the electro-jabber found its way to Obi-wan's side, burning a place that he could tell had already been mistreated. He steeled his resolved, unwilling to react in any way that wasn't voluntary. His flinching burned the whip marks even more, but he kept his eyes forward, letting his deadened feet carry them towards what would be an even worse target.

"Don't usually sell 'em once they reach the work camps, what'd the deal?" The guard on Rex's end asked, and as best he could, Obi-wan tried to listen.

"Some man wanted these two specific, he said. Doesn't buy slaves, normally, I guess. He'd do much better at auction than with these two skugs." They shared a laugh between them, and Obi-wan could feel his worry increasing. He felt no Jedi here, no comforting force presence. Something sinister instead, although the feeling of dread and hopelessness that lingered over Kadavo had settled into his bones as soon as he had arrived; it was not a new felling.

They came to an open room, one much cleaner, and relatively larger than any Obi-wan had seen in this place. Something hard hit the back of his legs, his knees striking hard on the stone floor where Rex collapsed beside him. "Your new master'll be here soon enough, Jedi." Obi-wan closed his eyes, willing the force to come to him for strength, but in a place like this, with his body in terrible pain, exhausted form long hours spent with almost no nutrition to speak of, witnessing the torture and murder of others, it was slow in coming. And when it arrived, it was not the usual level of comfort that pervaded his connection to the living force, but almost a weak, grasping attempt to come through a broken signal.

"I take it you have realized that your collar has more than electricity in it, Master Kenobi?" He opened his eyes slowly, forcing himself to stay still as he realized exactly what was going to happen to him and Rex. "Your force connection has been hampered by force suppressants. I didn't want Skywalker finding you so easily."

The voice came from behind them, Obi-wan looked over at Rex, who was on his knees risen with perfect posture, maintain his soldier's battle-ready expression. He had not recognized the voice as Obi-wan had.

"I assured the Queen I do not deal in slavery," Every word was calculated. "And honestly, I didn't feel like paying for you." A new figure, sets of dark clothes coming to stand in front of him. He looked up. "Instead, she agreed to give you and the clone to me as Prisoners of War, as long as she got to keep Skywalker." Obi-wan narrowed his eyes, trying to appear resolute despite his head wound. "I do hope you're worth it."

And as Obi-wan looked up, leaning back to meet the eyes of his new captor, his back screamed in protest. He could a wave of fresh blood spilling into the thin rags still covering his back, as the cold smile of Count Dooku looked down at him.

"Take them aboard my ship."