Hello everybody! This is an AU of the clone wars season 4 episodes Slaves of the republic and Escape from Kadavo. I hope you like it! All usual disclaimers apply.

Chapter 1

Kidnapped! During a Separatist invasion of the planet Kiros, thousands of peaceful colonists are abducted by Zygerrian slavers. Determined to find the missing colonists, the Jedi travel to Zygerria, home to the galaxy's most notorious slave empire.

Zygerria loomed in front of the many ships that were traversing to the surface. One in particular seemed to be flying extremely carefully, as if the occupants were trying not to get caught, which they were.

"It looks like Zygerria is a popular place these days," Anakin commented from the pilot's seat as he looked over at Rex. Anakin wore Zygerrian armor instead of his usual Jedi attire. The brown breastplate he was wearing had shoulder guards and vertical yellow stripes over the chest. Obi-wan and Rex also wore the same garments, while Ahsoka wore her usual outfit.

"Hmmm," Obi-wan said, "Whatever is happening is attracting plenty of high-class...scum."

The sip passed through the atmosphere and landed at the spaceport. Anakin, Obi-wan, Rex, and R2 exited the ship, all three men carrying helmets to go with their armor, while Ahsoka followed at a distance, having changed into a grey cloak that revealed only her eyes.

"Let's just hope the information our spies gave us about the Queen is accurate," Anakin said, fiddling with a small datapad. "Remember," he continued, "I'll keep her occupied while you locate the missing people of Kiros." He, Obi-wan and Rex donned their helmets.

Obi-wan was skeptical. "How do you plan on keeping the Queen occupied?"

Anakin chuckled softly. "Well, with my magnetic charm, of course." At this, Obi-wan sighed inwardly. We're doomed, he thought. "Oh. Of course," he replied. Anakin took his lightsaber off his belt.

"Hold onto this, will you buddy?" he said to R2. The little droid beeped in response and took both Anakin and Obi-wan's lightsabers. Then the doors opened, the ramp lowered, and the occupants exited.

"Remind me why I'm the one playing the part of the slave?" Ahsoka said, examining her garments. Anakin looked at her. "I tried it once. I wasn't any good at it. Besides," he smiled and crossed his arms, "the role of Master comes easily to me." At this Ahsoka raised her eyebrow. "Really? Well, this time try to be convincing at it," she replied sarcastically.

They walked through the dirty streets of Zygerria. Two creatures wrestled in the dirt. "Ugh," Ahsoka grumbled, "How can a civilization this advanced still practice slavery?" she questioned.

"It makes them wealthy and powerful at the expense of others," Anakin spat darkly. "Before the Hutts bought my mother, she was sold. In a market just like this."

As they continued walking, a male twi-lek fell down on the path in front of them. Anakin and Ahsoka stopped walking to observe what would happen. A male Zygerrian strode forward, shoving another twi-lek slave out of his way as he went.

"Get up, you useless skug!" he snarled. The twi-lek raised his head. "Master," he pleaded, "the bonds-they are too heavy," he pleaded.

"Tell that to my whip!" the slaver sneered, and drew his weapon. He pressed a button on the hilt, and a orange and yellow whip appeared. He cracked it, and then raised his arm to strike the slave. Instead of the whip striking the slave, his arm was stopped in mid-swing by Ahsoka's hand.

"You don't want to do that," she growled. The slaver yanked his arm away. "How dare you touch me!" he snarled. Anakin then stepped forward, pushing Ahsoka behind him.

"Excuse my slave...friend. She is freshly caught." The slaver, whose name was Atai Molec, gave him a suspicious look. "Hmm," he mused. "What have we here? You wear zygerrian armor, but you're not one of us. Who are you?" he crossed his arms.

"I've come for an audience with the Queen," Anakin explained. Molec gestured expectantly, "then you have an invitation. We can't just let anyone in to speak with Her Majesty."

"No invitation," Anakin replied, "but I do bring news. News the Queen will be eager to hear," he smiled. The Zygerrian was not impressed. "I doubt that. You're nothing more than a briggand," he sneered. Anakin wasn't fazed.

"I wouldn't say that," he replied cockily. "Especially when the Queen learns you've prevented her from hearing the news about...Bruno Denturri." At he mention of Bruno, Molec stepped forward, and two more guards ran up from behind. They were stopped when a small circular droid flew up to them, it's metallic voice saying, "Halt. Cease all hostilities. This man is to be escorted to the palace, by order of the Queen."

The slaver only frowned, and led Anakin and a still-cloaked Ahsoka away, followed by the other two guards. Unbeknownst to them, they were followed by Obi-wan and Rex.

They were led to the throne room of the palace. Small birds twittered and flew about. One landed on the Queen's finger, before flying off.

"Make certain all preparations are complete for this evening," the Queen ordered, looking at Atai, who was leading Anakin and Ahsoka into the room. The man bowed his head in acknowledgement. Anakin raised his head and looked directly at the Queen. She smiled slightly at him.

"And fetch refreshments," she ordered. Molec stepped forward and bowed.

"My Queen," he said, and bowed, "may I present Lars Quell." At this he gestured to Anakin.

"Hmph. So, you are the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri?" she questioned.

Anakin nodded. "Yes, Your Highness." He bowed his head to pull off his helmet, and then looked back at her. "However, when I spoke with him, he failed to describe your beauty." He smiled at her.

The Queen chuckled. "Really?" she asked. "And did Bruno speak of my intense hatred of him?" she hissed, her lips curling into a sneer, "or did that escape his memory as well?" Molec pulled out a blaster and pointed it Anakin's face. Anakin looked at him, and pushed the blaster away.

"He needed not speak of it, Your Majesty. In fact, Bruno Denturri will not be speaking. Ever again." He smiled sinisterly at her. The Queen raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Bruno Denturri is dead. By my hand. Here is a slave from his palace," he announced, and gestured to Ahsoka. "Compensation for my efforts." At this he ripped of the cloak Ahsoka was wearing, revesling the guise of a princess.

"Unhand me, you briggand!" she cried. Anakin raised an an eyebrow at her, and she gave him a tiny sheepish grin. The Queen stood up and strode toward them.

"You impress me. Lars Quell," she dictated, her voice regal. Anakin pushed Ahsoka down to a kneeling position, while the Queen continued, but gestured for Ahsoka to stand. "She is quite a prize, and to have defeated Bruno Denturri in combat? Well, you must be quite the warrior." The Queen circled her. "Hmm. The slave is certainly of fine stock. Bruno always knew how to choose a beautiful female." She ran her hand down Ahsoka's arm, and the girl slapped it away.

"Don't you dare touch me," she snarled. The Queen frowned, and the two glared at each other for a moment before the Queen declared, "Though she will have to be processed." She turned back to Anakin. "Her demeanor leaves much to be desired. What is your price for her?"

"With respect," Anakin bowed his head slightly, "how can I price the beauty of this slave when I look upon the magnificence of Your Highness, whose beauty would make the brightest star seem dull in comparison."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, while the Queen was pleased. "Lars Quell, you flatter me."

"No, Your Majesty," he replied, smooth as ever. "However..." he leaned forward and began whispering in her ear, and she began to laugh. "Lars, stop it. Stop it!" She hit his hand away gently. "You are a bold one, aren't you?" she teased playfully, poking his shoulder. Anakin only smirked. "My reputation precedes me, then."

The Queen smiled. "Perhaps we can find a way to put a price on your slave. Come," she said, holding out her arm, which Anakin took,"walk with me."

They then walked off, Ahsoka in tow.