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"Obi'ika!"
Zia-Zon ran to catch up with Obi-Wan as he was walking beside his padawan-brother. Obi-Wan turned and smiled as Xanatos groaned out, "Not her."
She broke into a grin as Obi-Wan said, "You're on the mission too?"
"Yep! Master Plo is too. Time for the betting pool."
Xanatos rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't your mando blood make you want to adopt every stray you come across?"
"No. I, unlike most Mandalorians, can't actually stand children. Except for those who are not mine."
A smirk appeared on Xan's face, "So you don't mind the creche and the little monsters in there but you couldn't parent your own?"
"Just because you get around and knock people up, doesn't mean I enjoy that. How is Granta anyway?"
"Just fine, other than the fact that you took him out drinking at 16 when he went on his first mission."
"Mando tradition. Baby killed his first. I was so proud. Though most Mandalorians start younger than that. Besides, I thought you would approve considering how homicidal you are."
"I'm not..."
"Didn't you try to kill me and Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan cut him off with a smug smile as Xanatos huffed.
"Anyway, I heard we're breaking up a slavering."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, "All three of us?"
"Well, I bet we could see if Xan's baby can come with us..."
"I think he has had enough of bad influences from you, Zi."
"Rude."
Xan gave her a look, "Didn't you convince some younglings that Dooku was 2360 years old?"
"That was to get back for him for 'sparklfying' my cloak."
"Revenge is not the Jedi way."
"It was better than shoving my foot up his ass."
"At least we would learn if he keeps it squeaky clean like he does his clothes."
Obi-Wan made a face, "Please stop. Back to the mission, please. What else did you wiggle out of Mace?"
"There are 5 rings interlocked. Each one of us is taking one. I'm taking the seediest one, while Xanatos gets the cleanest considering the last mission, he bitched about getting dirt on his cloak. Xan and Plo will pose as buyers while you, Quinlan, and I will being the slaves."
Obi-Wan looked shocked, "Quin is coming? And I get sold?"
"Yeah. Quin's and my psychometry will be helpful to gather more information. Plus, Kiffars and Stewjoni are slavers' biggest demand."
Xanatos frowned, "Are you three up for that?"
Zia shrugged, "I've played being a slave many times. In case you forget, I host the class. But Quin and Obi, I'm not sure. They're baby."
"I'm not a baby."
"Both of you have just been knighted. You're baby."
Xan let out a snort as Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, "You're insane."
Zia smirked, "That's right, Ad'ika. And you're stuck with me."
He shook his head as they approached the council chambers. Quinlan stood out front and glanced at the trio, "Heard I was gonna get sold by Xanatos. At least I get a pretty face to look at before I go."
Zia let out a snort, "Yeah, Clad-in-black pompous ass."
Obi and Quin broke into giggles as Xan glared, "Says the homicidal mando."
"Says the equally homicidal rich dickhead."
"Jealous?"
"Yes, I want some jeweled ana..."
"Zi! There are children present!" Obi-Wan interrupted abruptly with wide eyes.
Zia burst out laughing as Quin's and Obi's eyes looked like they were going to pop out, being so wide. Xanatos smirked, "You could have just asked for some."
Zia flicked out her tongue and smirked, "Well then I expect some after this mission."
The two younger Jedi groaned out 'stop' as the two elders started giggling. The door to the chamber slid open as several members of the council walked out. The last ones to come out were Mace, Plo, and Yoda. They stopped by the four Jedi and Mace gave a nod to Zia, "Did you relay the details I told you to the rest?'
"Yep. Quin is getting sold by Zanatos, and Obi and I are getting sold by Plo and we're picking someone else up."
"I didn't tell you who else was going with you?"
"Nope. I guessed it was gonna be you or Yoda."
Mace pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's Ti. Ti is meeting you at the ship."
Xanatos glanced at the group and asked, "Is this absolutely the only way? I would prefer not to overly risk Quin or Obi."
Zia let out, "Gee, thanks for your wonderful concern for me... or Ti..."
Xanatos smiled, "You can handle yourself. I've seen it. You are terrifying. So is Shaak. These two aren't."
Mace gave a nod, "Shaak will keep an eye on Obi-Wan. You will have to keep an eye on Quinlan. Master Plo will try to get into the inter-ring and Zia will have to find a way to get the slaves out."
Zia gave a nod, "I take it we will be supplied with the slave and slave owner appropriate clothing?"
"It's on the ships you are going to take."
"Great."
Mace gave a nod, "And you might want to dye your hair a single color."
"I planned on it."
Mace gave a nod, "May the Force be with you."
The others chorused the same phrase and two council members walked away.