Hold on to me. (JA fic by Cassia)

Once again I am posting this fic for Cassia, I am not the author.

Kim


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Thanks everybody for your help and opinions! I really appreciated them. =D
Sorry I didn?t post sooner, but life got in the way, you know how that is.
*groan*
Well I decided to go ahead and post it and leave on the PG-13 rating, simply
because many sites archive by rating and it gives people a starting point to
work from, even if it?s not a perfect definition. Warnings are included
too, so please head those if this kind of story isn?t your cup of tea.
Thanks!

--Cassia


Title: Hold Onto Me

By: Cassia

Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com

Category: Story, Drama, Adventure, Obi Torture, H/C, Angst, etc.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Nope, don't think so.

Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the exclusive property
of George Lucas. All others belong to me. I have no official permission to
use these characters, but I'm not being paid for it either, so it's all
okey-day.

Archiving: Everyone who?s already got permission, you know how you are. And
any list I?m posting to that wants it. =D

Feedback: Yes Please! Let me know I'm not writing in a vacuum, okay? =D

Time Frame: 10 years before TPM. (So I guess that would be one year before
JA 14 and following... although the JA time line is not incredibly important
to this particular story). Obi-Wan is 15.

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Warnings: Major Obi Torture Warnings for later on in this story!! If you
don't like that, don't read! You have been warned!!!!! =D

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// = Thoughts or telepathic speech
* = Italics or bold, whatever... basically means emphasis
--|| text ||-- = Flashbacks/memories

Summary: On an undercover mission, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan may end up placing
themselves in more trouble than either of them know how to handle. With the
fate of millions hanging in the balance, the stakes are high and any error
instantly fatal as the two Jedi try to get to the bottom of just what
exactly *is* really happening on the planet Nubus. But how costly will that
knowledge turn out to be and are they willing to pay the price?


-Hold onto Me-

~~PART ONE:~~

"Boy," Nalik tapped his empty glass with the back of his finger.

Obi-Wan brought over the pitcher and quietly refilled the dark-faced man's
cup, stopping when Nalik signaled that it was full enough. Obi-Wan then
paused by Qui-Gon, but his teacher waved his hand, gesturing that he did not
want anymore. The elder Jedi's glass was still almost full of the potent,
pale amber drink.

Obi-Wan nodded obediently. Giving a small bow, the 15-year-old apprentice
withdrew and returned the pitcher to its place. From his station, a few
paces behind and slightly to the left of Qui-Gon's chair, Obi-Wan watched
the two men play sabbac.

Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan learner, Obi-Wan Kenobi were on
Nubus, a large and wealthy planet in the outer rim territories. Nubus was a
totalitarian Monarchy with three separate realms ruled by two Kings and one
Queen respectively, all of whose ancestry stretched back generations. It
was a place steeped in cultural traditions, yet teetering on the brink of a
new era, but whether that era would be an upward move towards progress, or a
downward slide toward anarchy was still uncertain.

From where he stood Obi-Wan saw the value of the cards in Qui-Gon's hand
change suddenly, as often happened in the game.

Nalik's expression did not change, but the rise in the level of frustration
that Obi-Wan felt coming from the older man told him that Nalik's cards had
also shifted, with unhappy results.

Obi-Wan tilted his head a little, seeking to readjust the position of the
light blue, turban-like wrap that covered his hair. The matching tunic and
leggings that he wore were considerably lighter and more airy than the Jedi
robes he was accustomed to. He did not like the turban much, but all things
considered, the young Jedi had had harder assignm

 

Here is the second part enjoy and please feedback

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Hi! Part Two was incredibly short, so I'm posting parts two and three on
after the other.


~~PART TWO:~~


Obi-Wan sat down on the small cot he had been shown to and leaned his head
against the wall. His cheeks still felt hot. That inspection he and all
the other slaves had just had to endure was the most humiliating thing he
had ever been through. He'd felt like a Hopi being looked over at market,
and he hadn't even been through an actual sale yet. That would come
tomorrow morning...

Obi-Wan fingered the slave bracelet that was adhered to the skin around his
wrist. Only his owner could remove the bracelet. When his owner had been
Qui-Gon, the bracelet was a mere decoration, but now, like the stun collar
around his neck, it was a symbol that his life was not his own and a
reminder to watch himself.

Qui-Gon had great faith in him to let him go like this, and Obi-Wan was
determined to be worthy of that confidence. If only they had been able to
talk before they were separated, so he had a better idea of just what
Qui-Gon wanted him to do...

"Letanka," a brisk voice said and Obi-Wan looked up, remembering that that
was him.

"Your things," the older slave said, dropping Obi-Wan's carry-bag on the bed
beside the boy. "You okay kid?" the man, who was probably in his early
twenties, paused to inquire. The other slave did not wear a stun collar,
and Obi-Wan supposed that Nalik had fitted him with one simply because he
was new and the slave-trader did not yet know his temperament.

"Yes, sir," Obi-Wan nodded quickly. He hadn't realized he looked not okay.

The man gave an amused grin. "You don't have to 'sir' me kid," he shook his
head. "Save it for the buyers. First time you've been sold, isn't it?"

"That obvious?" Obi-Wan asked ruefully, with a hesitant half-grin.

His friend nodded. "Yup, you've got that wide-eyed, lost look, can see it a
mile away. Been raised on some geezers estate all your life, and they just
decided to unload you, huh?"

"You could say that," Obi-Wan said quietly.

"Well, don't worry too much, it's not so bad," the older slave assured with
a sort of callused kindness. "You'll do fine. You're young, a lot of
buyers actually like the young ones a little frightened, makes 'em seem more
innocent and obedient." The man winked at Obi-Wan. "Keep your head up,
your shoulders back and your eyes down, you'll do fine." With that word of
advice, the unnamed slave moved away.

Obi-Wan sighed and opened his bag to see what Qui-Gon had packed for him. A
few extra tunics and trousers, but not much clothing since his new masters
would undoubtedly want to see to his uniforms and attire themselves.

At the bottom of the bag where a few items that surprised Obi-Wan. Well,
the data pad made sense enough, but Obi-Wan had never seen the small,
personal audio box before and rarely used such a device, he usually didn't
have the time. Yet there had to be some reason Qui-Gon had put it in here.
Sliding the listening ends in his ears; Obi-Wan pushed the play button. For
a few minutes, popular Nubian music played from the removable data-chip
inside the player, just as it had for Nalik's helpers who had undoubtedly
checked everything out before allowing the bag to go through to Obi-Wan.
Then, abruptly, the music stopped and Qui-Gon's voice filled the
apprentice's ears. Obi-Wan straightened up a little, but kept his
expression neutral.

/"Obi-Wan, by now I think you've figured out the reason you are where you
are. Keep your ears open, but take no action that would in anyway endanger
yourself. I will find a way to contact you. Inside this audio box is a
micro recording device. Wear it only if you are sure it is safe and there
is something that we might need a physical record of. As soon as you have
heard this message, erase it. Be careful Padawan,"/ Obi-Wan could hear the
concern in his Master's voice.

 

Time Frame: 10 years before TPM. (So I guess that would be one year before
JA 14 and following... although the JA time line is not incredibly important
to this particular story). Obi-Wan is 15.

Warnings: Major Obi Torture Warnings on this story!! If you don't like
that, don't read! You have been warned! =D

// = Thoughts or telepathic speech
* = Italics or bold, whatever... basically means emphasis
--|| text ||-- = Flashbacks/memories

Summary: On an undercover mission, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan may end up placing
themselves in more trouble than either of them know how to handle. With the
fate of millions hanging in the balance, the stakes are high and any error
instantly fatal as the two Jedi try to get to the bottom of just what
exactly *is* really happening on the planet Nubus. But how costly will that
knowledge turn out to be and are they willing to pay the price?


-Hold onto Me-

~~PART THREE:~~


The night of the big party came quickly and Calia was spared no expense to
see that she was dressed to kill.

Obi-Wan did not think that she could safely don anymore jewelry, not and
still be able to move. Likewise her dress dripped so much lace and jewels
that it probably cost more than several houses.

Yet, the young princess did not seem very excited. Her main goal still
seemed to be how many people she could make envy her.

Indeed, for a young teen like Calia, the party could seem terribly dull.
Determined to create her own excitement, the princess made "Aru" sneak
strong drinks for her from the refreshment table.

Obi-Wan did not like it at all, but he had no choice.

During one such trip the refreshment table, Obi-Wan found himself standing
directly behind King Calr and Queen Ithma. Freezing, he pulled the Force
around him to keep them from seeing him, since they would know he had no
business being around the liquor table and he did not wish to take the
punishment for Calia's follies.

Thinking they were alone and unobserved the two monarchs lingered by the
buffet, talking softly.

Obi-Wan, barely a meter away could here everything they said and his ears
perked up with interest. Moving as smoothly as he could, he slid his hand
silently under his shirt and switched on the recorder, which he fortunately
had chosen to wear today.

"How are you doing with your Midori sales?" Calr was inquiring.

Ithma shrugged. "About three thousand this month, off to Kestle I believe
the buyer said. They don't pay very much for unskilled labor though."

Calr sighed sympathetically. "Every little bit helps."

"Yes, but not enough I fear. You've heard the projections I presume?"

Calr cursed silently. "What about the others?"

"1500 more, taken care of," Ithma said simply. "Not counting the children."

"Well you can't really count them, they're just extra targets really,
distraction," the King agreed carelessly.

Ithma nodded and looked around. "Your security is tight, correct Calr?" she
suddenly inquired.

"Air tight," Calr affirmed. "But if you'd rather, we won't talk about this
any more just now. Tomorrow, before the meeting, then we'll tell the others
in the meeting."

Ithma nodded and they both drifted away.

Obi-Wan started to breathe again. Clicking the recorder off and quickly
filling Calia's cup he looked around for Qui-Gon. Seeing the Jedi Master
across the room, Obi-Wan made sure that his path back to the Princess took
him by the elder Jedi.

Mentally announcing his attention to Qui-Gon without once looking at him,
Obi-Wan brushed by him in the crowd, leaving Qui-Gon holding the data chip
he had just passed him and no one any the wiser.

Qui-Gon spared a sideways glance out of the corner of his eye as Obi-Wan
walked away. It concerned him that Obi-Wan had obviously chosen to wear the
recorder on such an important, high-security evening. Yet, it seemed that
he must have gotten something pretty useful, so perhaps it was all right.

"There you are Aru!" Calia giggled tipsily. "Whe

 

Ahhh, poor Obi!
I can't belive that his master lost him in a wager! I'm telling you if I ever met that princess chick I would give her a piece of my mind!
The story look great so far and I am looking forward to more!

 

Oooh, a Cassia fic. I haven't read it yet, this is so I can find it later, when I have time.
hmm, maybe I will read it now, lol

 

A new Cassia fic? YEA!!!!

 

Oh, poor Obi. Poor Qui. (man, it's been a while since I've said that)

Great story. You're such a good writer Cassia.

~Swede

 

Now that was just the most awesome beginning to a story I have ever seen.I hope you don't just post once a week.I don't mean to sound pushy,but as quickly as you can post is when I want a post.LOL LOL.It was that good.PEACE Ewen

 

Yay! A new Cassia fic! Goody! *Rubs her hands together* Ah, bring on the torture!!!! Hehe! Absolutely thrilling start, and I can't wait for more!!!!

 

Oh boy Obi's in trouble...again

 

MORE!!!

x Clare x

 

Well, there's one princess who needs to stand in time-out for a while. Though I suppose we should be grateful, just a little, that because of her stubborn spoiled ways Obi gets to remain... uh... intact. But now he's in prison, Qui-Gon can't help him without putting the mission in danger, and all because a spoiled princess can't keep her hands, which should be slapped, to herself. Looking forward to your next part.

 

Wow!!!I come back and find to very long interesting posts.I am hooked,which now means I need more.HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!PEACE Ewen

 

Yeah! My favorite Author is back! YIPEE! OOOOOOH I'm going to murder that princess in her bed!

Well, I'll be a lurker on this story! But rest assured I'm lovin' it! Pooooor Obi!

 

YEHAAAA!!! (that's my trademark reaction to a new Cassia story!)

Ooooo, I just want to throttle that girl! No wait, throttling's to good for her. Maybe we should have her denounced as a spy, etc. That would be most fitting, don't you think?

As for the other characters, once again you come through fantastically well on Obi and Qui and the way they interact. I particularly liked the way Obi responded to being sold, and Qui reacted to Obi's capture. Classic!

And now for my trademark reaction to the end of any Cassia post: Must have MORE!

Sarah >^,,^<

 

Siri, if you need any help killing the evil princess....

 

PLEASE post more! This is great!
Slave Obi...wouldn't mind having THAT slave! *gets dreamy look in her eyes and starts drooling*
Awesome story Cassia!!!

 

Hope everybody had a great Thanksgiving! =D I did!
Here's the next part, but heed the warnings, there is a lot of torture in it
and it stops at a kinda nasty part.
Just want everyone to be properly warned.
--Cassia

Title: Hold Onto Me

By: Cassia

Email: cassia_a@h...

Category: Story, Drama, Adventure, Obi Torture, H/C, Angst, etc.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Nope, don't think so.

Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the exclusive property
of George Lucas. All others belong to me. I have no official permission to
use these characters, but I'm not being paid for it either, so it's all
okey-day.

Feedback: Yes Please! Let me know I'm not writing in a vacuum, okay? =D

Characters: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan (NON-SLASH)

Time Frame: 10 years before TPM. (So I guess that would be one year before
JA 14 and following... although the JA time line is not incredibly important
to this particular story). Obi-Wan is 15.

Warnings: Okay, this part has MAJOR, *MAJOR* Obi torture in it, I?m talking
about serious stuff, so people who don?t like that, are not in the mood for
something kinda nasty and a little sad, don't read! I don?t know how I can
make it any clearer. You have been warned!

// = Thoughts or telepathic speech
* = Italics or bold, whatever... basically means emphasis
--|| text ||-- = Flashbacks/memories

Summary: On an undercover mission, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan may end up placing
themselves in more trouble than either of them know how to handle. With the
fate of millions hanging in the balance, the stakes are high and any error
instantly fatal as the two Jedi try to get to the bottom of just what
exactly *is* really happening on the planet Nubus. But how costly will that
knowledge turn out to be and are they willing to pay the price?


-Hold onto Me-

~~PART FOUR:~~


King Calr, accompanied by Princess Calia and two other men stepped into
Obi-Wan's cell.

The manacles around Obi-Wan's wrists held him in a kneeling position between
two posts to which his hands were chained, upraised above his head. The
guards who had deposited him there had first stripped the teenager to the
waist. He did not expect that they had anything pleasant in store for him.

"You're young for a spy and a traitor," the King said coldly. "So I'm going
to give you one chance to tell us who sent you, what you are doing here and
what you have heard before we *make* you tell us. You probably won't take
it, but I can't change that. What I can tell you is that if you defy me I
will make you suffer long and hard and in the end you will tell me anyway."

*"Don't bet on it!"* Obi-Wan's defiant eyes seemed to say.

"So, what's it going to be? The easy way, or the hard way?" Calr did not
really expect the young prisoner to give up so easily. He could see the
stubbornness in the boy's eyes.

Obi-Wan did not respond, he just looked at Calr; the kind of quiet glare
that went right through a person.

Calr nodded. This one was going to need to be broken.

A fist snapped Obi-Wan's head to the side while another caught him in the
ribs. Calr watched silently as one of his men punched the boy bloody. They
would start slow and build their way up as necessary. Somewhere along the
line it would become too much and the boy would break, he would have to.
The King gave no thought to his young daughter's presence. She had wanted
to come and he had no objections. Calia would be queen someday and she
would have to learn how to handle things like this. It was part of her
inheritance.

Calia watched in seeming indifference as Obi-Wan doubled over under the
abuse, vainly trying to twist away from the iron blows. Yet half
unconsciously, she twisted her lacy handkerchief tensely in her hands. She
was strong, she was tough, she could take this, she would enjoy this...

Obi-Wan's head lolled sideways and his Padawan braid, until now tucked up
and hidden under the headband he wore, slid out.

King Calr stiffed and held up

 

Gods that was so sad. I have two words for you: post NOW

 

Very Good!!!!!!!!!!!Watching for another post PEACE Ewen

 

i have 2 words for you too: POST NOW

 

Ok, the king guy is gonna get it.

Poor Obi!

 

I just found this and it so good Kim-kenobi. I can't wait to read more. Please post more soon

 

*grabs on to desk, eyes bulging* OH MY GOSH!!! Poor Obi!!!!

Spectacular post Cassia!!!

Any chance of another soon? *hint hint?*

 

At least her royal pain in the highness finally got the brunt of all the nastiness. That's about the only good thing that happened, though.

That was so SAD!! :_(

Are Qui and Obi doomed to a horrid life? If Cassia has anything to do with it, they are. However, horrid life or no, I really want to read more, so...

PLEASE POST SOON!!!

Sarah >^,,^<