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Characters in this chapter: Kahsen (OC), Crix (OC), Obi-Wan, Anakin

Author's Note: Warning, this story contains OCs and no pairings. The only romance that might be in the fic is Anakin/Padme`, and I'm not even sure if that will happen. If text is in italics and not inside single quotation marks, it is in the first person of a character. Quotes are inside regular quotation marks and thoughts are italicized and surrounded by single quotation marks. This is my first story posted on this username; I forgot my old penname so I had to create this one. Reviews are loved but not necessary for updates, I will post new chapters whenever I get them done! Any kind of review is wanted, but please do not post pointless crap about how much you hate the way I have written things. It only makes me sad and you don't want that to happen, right? :D Thank you for reading and check out my favorite stories and support those too!!

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-fIRE.

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I never had a mommy or daddy, so I don't know what a normal life is supposed to be like, but I'm pretty sure it is not this. Nothing seems right, but there is nothing I can do about it. I keep getting passed around from master to master because I can do strange things when I get mad or excited, and no one wants me. Every family I go to gets scared when that something strange happens, and most of the time the men hit me. I don't try to defend myself; it will only make them madder. Besides, maybe this is what normal is. Maybe everyone like me gets passed around and then I will do the same when I become a big person. I don't really want to. Maybe I will be different, I saw some of the other girls get out of this life; they live on the streets and sell things in little bags to old men with nice clothes. I don't really want to do that either, so maybe I will make my own life. I know that I am made for something other than this; I just have to find it. I know I can.

A young Togruta girl looked out of the open cockpit speeder that she was being transported in. The craft was a rough looking yellow color that needed a new paint job, as well as a tune up in a local shop. Despite the obvious lack of care, the girl aboard the speeder had ridden in the vehicle enough times to know that it would not break down, even if she wished it to. The girl had to hold onto the side of the seat she was in to keep from falling out of the cockpit as the driver turned a hard right. She would have sent an annoyed glare to the pilot, but she had learned that showing emotions like that would only lead to a punishment of some kind. There was a passenger in the front seat, a man that the girl knew too well for her liking, named Crix that glanced to the backseat rider then muttered something to the driver. A grunt was given as a reply and the speeder started a controlled yet quick decent to the streets of the city-planet of Coruscant.

"We are stopping to get some grub. You are to stay with us at all times, girl, and any attempt to escape or contact someone will resort in immediate aggressive action. Understood?" Crix did not wait for a reply. The male Duros was not known for his kindness or patience, and the Togruta child would have been surprised if he ever deviated from his personality. The thin metal circlet that crowned the girls forehead seemed to throb as the man spoke about his 'aggressive actions'. The driver brought the speeder to a stop along a sidewalk and as the girl jumped from the speeder, the Duros man dragged one of his blue fingers along one of the child's three blue and white Lekku that sprouted from her red-orange head. The girl cringed at the lusty touch and bit down on her lower lip to keep from making any rash moves. A smirk made the dirty man's face seem even more grotesque than the girl usually found him. "That's a good girl. Now come on so we can get you back to the home base. Maybe today I can find a new good paying master for you. Togruta and Twi'lek children usually sell quickly, but I can't seem to get rid of you, can I?" He sneered and changed his careful caress into a forceful clutch as he used the head tail to pull her into a small restaurant. As the girl softly yelped, tears rushed to her crystal eyes, but the child was able to glance up at the sign of the restaurant. Dex's Diner.

Once inside the cozy establishment, the man let go of the small Lekku and simply rested his hand heavily on her head. The driver had gone a few blocks down the street to a bar that Crix dared not bring the girl in. As the firm hand lead the child to a booth, her blue gaze wandered around the building. This was a restaurant that she had never been to before, and the owner seemed to be a grimy but approachable Besalisk. The husky alien welcomed them to the place from one of the tables where he was talking to a human male wearing earthy tones. The young man seemed to be in his mid twenties, and he had short light brown hair that held a tinge of red in it. His blue eyes were lively but at the same time weary. The young enslaved girl found it hard to look away from the man; something about him intrigued her beyond anything that she had ever seen before.

The interesting male must have felt her staring at him as he turned in his chair to look her in the eye. A friendly smile creased his face, and the gesture looked like it belonged there. The child found herself smiling back and even dared to give a small wave before she felt a harsh slap against her head from Crix above her. Wincing, she lowered her slightly clawed hand and her gaze dropped to the ground. The man was still looking at her, she could feel it, and the man to whom she belonged would be angry. With a sad sigh, she followed the blue-skinned man to a booth and slid in the cushioned seat while he stood at the end of the table.

"I'm going to the 'fresher girl, you better say here, else you know what will happen," Crix said with a smirk and tapped his own forehead where the metal circled the girl's. The small Togruta nodded quickly, her short Lekku flopping up and down with the motion. When the Duros man was out of sight, the girl let out a deep breath and sank into the seat, wanting nothing more that to disappear off the face of the galaxy. Feeling a presence coming towards her and fearing it was Crix, she sat up quickly and planted her gaze at the table in front of her.

"Hello young one," the voice was not anywhere near that of the slavers' and the girl slowly turned to face the human that she had made eye contact with earlier. "What are you doing out here at this time of day, shouldn't you be in school?" The human asked kindly and knelt down on the floor to meet her at eye level. Crix had instructed her on what to say in situations like this, and she recited the script exactly. "I'm here with my father; we are visiting some old friends off planet. He should be back soon, and he doesn't like me talking to strangers," she said sadly, wanting nothing more than to talk with the nice human. When he continued the conversation, she was both excited and anxious; Crix could be returning any minuet.

"Well, let me fix that problem. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," he extended his hand out towards her past his big brown robe, "What is your name?" Another friendly, trust-worthy smile graced his features. He was not demanding or rude as most men were to her, and with hesitation she took his hand with her own and gently shook it.

"My name is Kahsen Dehloh," a small smile snuck onto her face. Her reaction seemed to encourage the man, Obi-Wan, glanced back to where Crix had gone off to, like he too was anxious about the man's return. After a pause, Obi-Wan continued talking.

"That man, he isn't really your father, is he? Don't lie Kahsen, it is not a good habit to pick up," he said with a wink. Kahsen knew that. Crix constantly punished her when he found her in a lie.

"Um, no, I don't think he is, but that is what he told me to say," Kahsen replied. Obi-Wan nodded as if understanding completely.

"How old are you Kahsen?" He looked more interested in the young girl than anyone who was considering buying her had ever looked. She hoped that this Obi-Wan would be her next master, she felt that if he was, she would not have to worry about getting hit for a long time.

"I turned six two days ago," Kahsen said, holding up an open fist with one hand, and one finger on the other.

"Oh, six years old eh, you are nearly grown," he said, pulling the small smile on Kahsen's face into more of a grin. The Togruta child shifted to sit on her knees in the booth, facing the human. Leaning in closer to him, she asked with big blue eyes, "Sir, will you please buy me?" The innocent voice asking such a question caught Obi-Wan off guard. His head tilted slightly as a look of sorrow clouded the life that usually filled his eyes. The girl continued, "I promise I won't do strange things in front of your family, I am learning how to control it I think, I really need a new master before the end of the day or else I have to go back with Crix. I don't really like him, he's mean," Kahsen's voice quieted and her eyes continued to dart towards the door of the 'fresher, her fear of the man obvious. Obi-Wan was about to reply when he saw the girl's eyes widen and she squirmed away from the human.

"Excuse me, but I don't think I want you that close to my girl. Unless, of course, this is a business meeting," a rough voice spoken through a ventilator said from above Obi-Wan. Calmly turning, the robed man faced the Duros with an expression much different than what Kahsen had seen.

"What business are you speaking of?" Obi-Wan asked, his eyes narrowing as he awaited the reply.

"A family business of course, my daughter must have been talking to you about it, for her sake I hope she was." The blue male said and moved closer to Obi-Wan, causing him to stand from his kneeling position and shift over. The assertive man slid in the booth next to Kahsen, and he quickly grabbed her slender arm as she tried to scoot away from him. A small whimper sounded from the child as she was pulled into his side and held there. Kahsen chewed on her lower lip as the man's hand slid down below her waist, her hands knotted and twisted in her lap as she endured his contact. Uncomfortable eyes darted from the table to Obi-Wan, a cry for help obvious within their blue depths. The young human held back a sigh of annoyance. He had not planned on staying away from his duty this long, he knew that someone was waiting for him to return to the make-shift home that he lived in, but as he saw the young girl in front of him, he knew he could not pass by. An old mentor's face flashed into the human's mind, and as soon as the image faded, Obi-Wan knew what he had to do.

"Excuse my rashness, but I know that this child is not your daughter and I would like to remind you that slavery is illegal in the Republic, and that we are on Coruscant, a planet that is bound to be crawling with Jedi," Obi-Wan said, his entire demeanor changing into one of authority and command. Crix sneered at the change.

"What are you trying to say, boy? If you are claiming to be a Jedi, then you had best turn and leave this place before you get hurt. I am not afraid of some boy half my age. This girl is my property, and I can do with her whatever I wish." With that, the oldest of the trio stood, and still holding a tight grip on Kahsen's arm, shoved Obi-Wan to the side as he made his way to the door. Bright blue eyes widened as Kahsen was pulled away from her new friend.

"Under the power of the Jedi Order, I am taking that child to the Jedi Council. I suggest that you release her of your own free will, I would hate to have to use… drastic measures." Crix heard from close behind him as he felt a firm grip take hold of his shoulder. Kahsen saw the angered look that crossed the Duros's face, it was a look she was very familiar with, and pulled away from the slaver's grip.

"Obi-Wan, watch out, he has a blaster!" She cried out before the back of Crix's hand met with her face, and she stumbled to the ground. The iron taste in her mouth informed the girl that she was bleeding but the thought was pushed out of her mind as she stood quickly. Kahsen looked up at her attacker. A disgusted snarl passed over his features.

"Girl, when we get back, you are going to regret that," Crix said then turned his glare to Obi-Wan. The young man did not look threatened in the least bit by Crix. Looking between the two, Kahsen hurried over behind Obi-Wan before the other male had time to grab hold of her again. The little Togruta's hands buried themselves within the many folds of the brown robe that the now lightsaber-wielding Jedi wore.

"Because slavers cannot be legal guardians, and because Kahsen has chosen to come with me rather than stay with you, the two of us will be leaving. I suggest that you put slaving behind you because if I find you out here again, I will do more than take a child away." Obi-Wan's voice left no room for discussion. Obviously, the young adult was comfortable with giving strict orders.

Deciding that picking a fight in his current situation was an unwise idea, Crix scoffed and moved his hand away from where his gun was hanging on his belt. Reaching down and putting a gentle hand atop Kahsen's head, Obi-Wan deactivated his saber and ushered the girl out of the building. His fingers grazed lightly over the metal headband that she wore, and as the frustrated slaver saw this he smirked and pressed a button on his wrist control.

The metal band quickly increased in temperature until Kahsen was clawing at her forehead, cries of fear and pain escaping her lips. The smell of burning skin reached Obi-Wan's nose and he threw a horrified look at Crix.

"Turn it off now," a blue humming lightsaber rested right under the Duros's chin. With a smirk the man paused intentionally before pressing another button. Kahsen could feel the heat disappear, and as soon as his lightsaber was disarmed, Obi-Wan reached over and carefully pulled the crown off. Sliding the still scorching metal over her Lekku, the Jedi dropped the control device on the ground and heavily stepped on it with his boot. The crunch signified its destruction, and the Peace-Keeper knelt down to look at the girl's wound.

Obi-Wan grunted in displeasure when he found the fresh burn marks only covered a pre-existing scar where the metal used to be. It was apparent that the device had been used before, and the girl would probably carry the mark for the rest of her life, the scarring to deep to be healed.

Without another word, the Jedi took hold of the child's hand and walked out of the restaurant.

The two walked to shiny yellow speeder with an open cockpit. Kahsen marveled at its appearance, her expression bringing a small smile back to Obi-Wan's face.

"Here we go," he said and lifted her easily into the passenger seat. "When we get back to the Temple, I am going to have to find my padawan, Anakin, and then the three of us will go the Council. I'm going to have them test you, but don't worry, you won't be punished for any answers." Kahsen was still in wonder of the pretty speeder, but she nodded her head with understanding.

"Will I get to be a Jedi too?" She asked with hopeful eyes. A soft laugh came from Ob-Wan.

"I hope so Kahsen, when you are taking the test, just use your feelings, and your best guess is probably right. You will understand better when we get there." She nodded again and looked over the edge of the transport as it quietly hummed to life then ascended into the air.

Author's Note: There is chapter one! I know you are probably saying, "Hey! This is not an Obi-Wan and Anakin story! This has a dumb OC in it!" Well, you would be right, but this is just the first chapter. I do plan on making it Obi-Wan and Anakin, and hopefully Ahsoka will show up too, but I have to introduce my character first so just bear with me. I hope that this was not too bad, I feel like I could not get Obi-Wan down right. Any advice and comments will be loved very much and I will do my best to reply to all comments left. Thanks for reading, updates soon!