In this story, Anakin and Padme aren't married, Anakin is fully, incorruptibly lightside, (at least to a reasonable degree, there is always the corruptible potential in everyone) and he never had a padawan. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
It was supposed to be a routine mission. They had said it would be a routine mission. Obi-wan had instantly had a bad feeling. Now Anakin was captured off to Force knows where, and Obi-wan didn't know where or how to find him. The Jedi master silently berated himself on allowing Anakin to sacrifice himself for Obi-wan, pushing his former Master from the room into an escape shuttle, only to find himself trapped on board a Separatist battle cruiser, one that had wasted no time in going into hyperspace, leaving Obi-wan and the 501st behind, without Dooku, and without Anakin. But they would find him. They would find Anakin if they had to tear apart the galaxy to do it.
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It had been three years since Anakin's capture. Anakin was still missing. The council had long since called off any formal attempts to find him, as no one had sensed him after he had been abducted. And the bond was broken. Obi-wan knew that, but that didn't mean anything! He wouldn't believe Anakin was dead, couldn't. Perhaps there was a Force suppressor. If he was far away enough, Obi-wan wouldn't be able to sense him anyhow. But he would find Anakin no matter what it took. He hadn't given up yet, and he never would.
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Two years later and even Obi-wan had nearly lost hope. There were no sightings, no news. That wasn't to say there weren't rumors, there were plenty of rumors. But they turned out to be nothing, and even they soon died out. Obi-wan became distant, and refused to take another padawan, pulling away from friends, unwilling to go through the loss of yet another person so close to his 501st gained victories like a Hutt gained money, fighting twice as hard as any other clones, and though some did become reckless, they were truly the best of the best. There were casualties though. Echo died destroying the generator for a Seppi factory, saving the lives of hundreds of civilians. Waxer died in a space battle, after saving the life of Master Windu and shooting down 5 Separatist shield generators. Boil died staying behind on a mission so that he could deactivate a giant bomb, saving everyone on the 501st, and countless civilians. But for most, life went on. War. It said it all. One day though, Obi-wan and 501st were reunited, the gap where Anakin should have been only all the more painfully obvious. They were to go and break the slave trade in the recently made Republic, planet of Fargul. They left, not knowing that their lives were to be changed forever.
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Fargul was now republic, they were all worried about some of the problems that might arise. For one, the fact that by ancient Republic law, if you were bringing a planet into the Republic, you had to accept whatever gift they wished to give to seal the treaty. You could not turn down the gift, even if you hated it, or if you were a Jedi. No matter what. It was a very serious law, and wasn't changing anytime soon. except glower at pictures of the politicians that had thought that some things would never change. The negotiations were boring, and Obi-wan simply wanted them over with as soon as possible. This was about a no risk mission, the only reason the clones were there at all was to ensure things wouldn't get ugly. Quickly, however, they reached the end.
"Master Jedi." The Senator with which Obi-wan was speaking, Lak-Soo purred. "We accept your conditions. Only let us present you with a gift to make known our good will." He made a gesture, and a Togruta in approximately in his early 20s approached. "Lak-ur, will you tell the slave masters to prepare one of the slaves as a gift to honorable Master Kenobi. Please, tell him to find our most obedient, hard working slave, we only want for him only the best." Obi-wan felt sick. He wondered if he might be able to spurn Republic law just once. They made small talk for a bit, then Lak-soo's reporter vibrated. "Master Kenobi, I have a report on the one the slave master has selected, I feel him to be a good match for you, he will not give you trouble, I can assure you of that."
Obi-wan cleared his throat. "Well… I… would hate to take a child from his mother, or a father from his family. Do not take me wrong; I do most appreciate the gesture, and I will accept a slave from you," Words he had never envisioned himself saying, words that left such a bitter taste on his tongue. "but I do not wish to tear apart families, if you understand, oh gracious Lak-soo."
"I do understand, many of us will not buy families apart, you are honorable indeed. But you need not worry. He is a man grown, and has no knowledge of any life but a slaves, he was mind wiped when we acquired him. Please though, Jedi, do not think that we would do such a dishonourable thing, he was in such a way when he was sold to us."
Obi-wan nodded. "Can he be trusted alone? I do not mean to say that you have put forward a slave who is not, I simply am obliged to ask. I will, after all, not be able to take him with me wherever I go, and I must know that he can stay in my quarters, or have access to my room without hurting himself or misusing the privilege."
"But of course. He is trustworthy, I can assure you of that. He also will not question orders, unless, of course they go against his basic training. Such as, say, obey everyone his Master says to obey unless they say to do a wrong, do not disobey your master, do not hurt your master, and so on. He will be a good match, I am sure."
Sickened, Obi-wan nodded. "I'll take him then." At least he wouldn't be splitting up anyone's family. And he would have to make sure whoever this man was knew he was to be treated as an equal. Obi-wan turned to Lak-soo. "Is there a set place to meet him? Oh, and, ah, what is his name?"
"He will meet you at your ship, wearing the traditional slave clothes for a space journey. He will have with him his shock collar, and all the other things you may use upon him. And we do not know of his name. He did not remember it. We call him 86205. You can change it if you wish, but he will hold to his name. It is part of the label of a slave, to be called by a number, and he is faithful to tradition." Lak-soo stood, signaling the end to their meeting. "May light shine on your path and may streams of water run by your feet."
Obi-wan also stood. "And may the wild dog shy from your side, and the rancor tremble before your hand." Formalities completed, the two bowed to each other, and went their separate ways.