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'The Senate has given the Jedi Council full control of this mission, and that means our values are our priority. No Jedi are left behind on my watch, My Lord.'
The presence chamber was as tense as it was dark. While the baron was on his throne, his healing mud in the floating capsules above him, the Jedi he had wanted so badly to come to Arrakis, were now pleading for his understanding.
'I'm sorry, Master Jedi, but the Fremen are savages. If the desert did not take your student, then the Fremen will-'
'What a load of Bantha dung!'
'Snips, please.'
Anakin raised a hand to his Padawan as if to zip her lips with the Force. But all it took was the look in his stoney eyes for Ahsoka to contain her fury. Her Master and her stood together while Obi-wan addressed the baron at the bottom of the stairs.
Obi-wan mirrored the frustration from the young girl, but he needed to keep his composure. He despised to think that Sidra had felt abandoned. 
When the sandworm rose to the surface, Glossu Rabban had pulled the ornithopter into the air on his own judgment. And when he saw the Jedi Master's Padawan being pulled away by the Fremen, Glossu assumed that Sidra was a lost cause.
Obi-wan had wanted nothing more than to leap off the landing ramp and into the desert. However, Glossu prioritised his three team members and was in charge of returning them and the Jedi to Arrakeen in one piece.
The Jedi had no choice but to hope that Sidra could survive out there on her own.
Besides, the Jedi Master had seen the way that the lonesome Fremen had stopped Sidra from continuing into the sandworm's path. He just hoped that the Fremen were merciful and didn't leave Sidra in the desert.
'Please, My Lord, let us find the Fremen and begin our negotiations,' Obi-wan said, his voice threaded with respect but desperation. 'In the mean time, perhaps Sidra can learn about them. She is more of an academic than I am in these situations, and she is very compassionate.'
The baron wheezed as he let out laughed. Anakin and Ahsoka cringed together at the curdle of phlegm that sounded from his throat. But the annoyance from his laugh quickly replaced their disgust, and Ahsoka mastered a glare up to the throne.
How could the baron be laughing? Sidra was somewhere in the desert on a planet she had never been to before, and all the baron could do was laugh in the faces of her mentor and fellow Jedi.
What made Ahsoka even more infuriated was the stare that burned into her side. Just like the last time in the chamber, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was present, and repulsive. While Master Obi-wan pleaded for some sympathy from the baron, Feyd-Rautha stood smiling like it was a fun day out.
'The quicker you learn that the Fremen have no compassion, the quicker this conflict on Arrakis will be resolved,' the baron said after his laughing fit. 'I will tell the Emperor that your student was lost to the Fremen, and that will be the end of it.'
This confirmed what the team had been thinking, but the focus was on Sidra. Obi-wan could not take this for an answer and he was beginning to feel the hot bubble of rage in his stomach. He was known as the ideal Jedi to the Order with his control of the Force and his emotions. But the baron, while he sat up in his chair and laughed down at him, was making Obi-wan question his idea that everyone could be changed to the light side of the Force.
'Please, I am asking this not just from the Jedi Order, but from myself as Sidra's mentor,' Obi-wan lowered his head to hide the fire that was burning in his eyes. 'I take responsibility for her, so if you will not drop us into the desert, then I will let the Emperor know that I will going out there alone. And no negotiations will take place. We will only find my Padawan, and then return to Coruscant.