Chapter 15 - Mission

                                    

                                          
Author's Note: This arc is almost over, but unlike previously, I think that this arc, and the last one won't have much of a time-skip. :)
WARNING: Depression and general darkness! (From what I remember, this is all that applies in this chapter.)
~ Amina Gila
The first thing Obi-Wan feels is the cold. It seeps into him, rousing him from unconsciousness. A groan escapes from him when he finally opens his eyes, feeling the throbbing in his head. Going after Dooku like that, alone, had been stupid. He hadn't been thinking clearly; he had let his anger cloud his judgment, the very thing he's chided Anakin for doing in the past. 
But none of that matters now. Right now, it only matters that he's been captured. 
He sits up, looking around the cell. It looks like every other Separatist prison cell does, with one major exception. The Force. He can't feel the Force. Somehow, the walls of the cell are dampening the Force enough that he can't reach out to it. And because of that, it means that he has no idea at all where he is. He can't feel any faint vibrations in the floor that indicate he's on a Cruiser, but he might not be able to feel them properly without tapping into Force. Alternatively, he's been unconscious for longer than he had expected, in which case he might be in one of Dooku's private prisons – not a pleasant thought.
Anakin will come, he starts thinking before remembering that no, Anakin will not come for him. Anakin left the Order, so he's entirely on his own.
Wonderful.
Exactly the kind of situation Obi-Wan had hoped to get himself into. His only consolation is that Grievous is dead, and that Artoo should have gotten the Separatist intel back to Cody. Even if he's not there, the clones might still be able to win the battle on Ringo Vinda.
But if he can't expect a rescue, at least not soon, he needs to find his own way out. Somehow. He has no idea how, yet, but he'll have to work quickly, though it's hard to do when he doesn't even have any information to work with. The last thing he remembers is being Force thrown into the wall, and then, before he could get up, lightning was coursing through his body. He must have gone unconscious after that, unable to fight through the pain. It could have been mere hours since then, or even... days, especially if he was drugged. From the lingering fuzziness in his mind, he's suspecting drugs, but it could also be a residual effect from the electrocution.
Suddenly, the cell door slides open, and Dooku himself steps through, followed by two MagnaGuards. Outside, Obi-Wan can see several more of them, and probably additional droids to keep him secured should he tries to escape. For a moment, he can feel the Force, but then, the door slides closed. Strange. This isn't like any prison Obi-Wan has ever been in before.
"I see you are awake," the Count declares, clasping his hands behind his back. 
"Clearly," Obi-Wan gripes, glaring. Despite the lingering unsteadiness in his body, he pushes himself upright, determined to talk to Dooku on equal ground. "To what do I owe the pleasure of such unusual accommodations?" He gestures to the cell around him, letting Dooku know that he's noticed the strangeness.
"This is a holding cell specially constructed to contain Jedi," Dooku answers smugly. "There is no escape, and no one is coming for you. They will never find you."
It's the truth, Obi-Wan is certain, but he won't let it faze him. "What do you want from me?" he demands sharply, narrowing his eyes.
Dooku's expression is more amused than anything else. "Do you still persist on maintaining that you have not embraced the Dark Side?"