EXT. SPACE - TATOOINE
A shuttle leaves the Deinonychus on a course straight for the Nyax.
INT. NYAX/DOCKING BAY
His retinue of Mandalorian Knights at his side, the Force Hound watches as the shuttle slips into the landing bay, landing before him with the release of various pressurized gases. The hatch of the shuttlecraft pops open and lowers, and Obi-Wan and Anakin -- their arms bound behind them in heavy-duty energy shackles -- are led out with an escort of heavily-armed Mandalorian warriors surrounding them.
MANDALORIAN #7: (approaches the Force Hound) These are the Jedi our men captured on the planet, milord.
FORCE HOUND: (regards the two captives) Were any weapons found on them?
The Mandalorian reaches into his belt and pulls out Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
MANDALORIAN #7: Just this one lightsaber found on the older male.
FOUND HOUND: (takes the lightsaber) Good work, Lieutenant. (to Ben and Anakin) Welcome aboard the Nyax, gentlemen. This will be your home for the next week and a half, so I suggest you get used to the accommodations we've provided you. (to the Mandalorian lieutenant) Escort them to their cell.
Turning to his men, the Mandalorian lieutenant signals for them to start moving the captives along. Prodded at gunpoint to start moving, Obi-Wan and Nik begin following the Mandalorians to their waiting cell.
INT. NYAX/SIRI'S CELL
Siri sits against the wall directly facing the cell door, her arms propped up against her knees. Beyond sporting a large, reddish-purple bruise above her left temple, she is none the worse for wear.
The cell door suddenly unlocks and opens. Ben and Nik, freed from their bonds, are roughly pushed inside. Collapsing to the floor, they have no time to right themselves before the door is resealed.
OBI-WAN: (sits up and brushes himself off) Well, that was a pleasant experience. (to Anakin) Are you alright, Anakin?
ANAKIN: (sits up, rubbing his wrists) Yeah, I'm fine. (notices Siri) Looks like we've got a cellmate, Ben.
Siri, sitting there, merely stares at the two new arrivals without saying a word. Looking upon her for the first time, Ben freezes; underneath her disheveled appearance, Siri is an attractive woman, and Obi-Wan -- a ladies man at heart -- is immediately taken with the female Jedi.
OBI-WAN: (cocks an eyebrow) Well, hello.
SIRI: (nonchalant) Hello.
OBI-WAN: (offers his open hand, grinning broadly) I don't believe we've been acquainted.
SIRI: (ignores his hand) Siri Tachi, Jedi Knight of the Order of Coruscant.
OBI-WAN: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight-at-large.
SIRI: (cocks an eyebrow) You're a Jedi?
OBI-WAN: Not a Jedi of your calibre, I assure you, but a Jedi nevertheless.
SIRI: (nods toward Anakin) You look a little young to have an apprentice.
OBI-WAN: (glances at Anakin) Anakin isn't my apprentice.
SIRI: He's Force-sensitive, though.
OBI-WAN: (nods) Yes. I was planning on finding a master who'll take him on as an apprentice. (grins) You wouldn't be interested in the prospect, would you?
SIRI: Like you, I'm a little too young to train an apprentice. Besides, he's too old.
ANAKIN: (frowns) What do you mean, "too old"?
OBI-WAN: (growing serious) The Coruscanti Jedi aren't taken with training anyone who's over five years of age. It's usually forbidden, actually.
SIRI: (notices Ben's expression) You don't approve, of course.
OBI-WAN: I can't say I'm overly fond of separating children from their families and raising them in isolation to believe that relationships with non-Jedi are evil, no.
SIRI: (smirks) We are the largest denomination of Jedi in the Empire, so we must be doing something right.
ANAKIN: (rolls his eyes) Alright, okay. Siri, do you have any idea why the Mandalorians took us?
SIRI: These Mandalorians have been attacking worlds and ships throughout the Outer Rim for almost a year now, capturing and killing hundreds who've crossed their paths. (beat) The Council assigned me the task of investigating and determining their motivation.
OBI-WAN: Which is?
SIRI: We didn't know at first -- their pattern seemed random. I think I've figured it out, though. (beat) On the last world they attacked, I uncovered evidence that linked the Mandalorians to a Force-user -- probably a Dark Jedi -- who was teaching some of their sensitives how to use the Force.
OBI-WAN: Our friend in the aquamarine robes.
SIRI: (cont'd) I didn't think it had any real bearing on the case, though -- fallen Jedi often end up allying themselves with rogues and criminals. But the pattern is so clear now.
OBI-WAN: (frowns) I don't follow you.
SIRI: I put the final piece in the puzzle when you two arrived. Do you understand?
ANAKIN: You're being as clear as the sweat off a dewback.
SIRI: (shakes her head) We're all Force-sensitive, each of us!
OBI-WAN: (realization dawning in his eyes) You think the Mandalorians are ...
SIRI: They're rounding us up -- Jedi and non-Jedi, trained and untrained -- and taking us to some boot camp Force knows where to serve as slave soldiers within their ranks. (beat) They're looking for recruits who can wield the Force, and they're not asking nicely.