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“You’re sending me where, Chancellor?” Obi-Wan Kenobi asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see Anakin give him a strange look out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored him in favour of focusing on keeping his breathing even.
“Stewjon, my boy, I believe your skills as a negotiator are just what we need to get the government of Stewjon to aid the war effort.” Chancellor Palpatine smiled softly, seemingly oblivious to Obi-Wan's discomfort. “And their Prime Minister stated he would only talk with our most trustworthy, hence why Senator Amidala is going with you. In the talks, you will represent the needs of the GAR and the Jedi, while Senator Amidala will represent the needs of the Republic.”
“I see, and Anakin is joining because...?” Obi-Wan once again ignored Anakin as ha made an affronted noise.
“Anakin is going because there is no harm in having another skilled fighter present if talks go awry.” Palpatine’s tone made it sound as though he thought that was obvious.
“Very well, Chancellor, we will get underway as soon as possible.” With that, Obi-Wan turned and made for the door, only to stumble slightly when he heard Palpatine’s voice behind him.
“I hope you enjoy returning to your home-world, Master Kenobi.”
Obi-Wan felt his blood freeze in his veins, and he sped out of the room, deaf to Anakin’s voice calling after him.