"Master, remind me how we got here?"

"We ran into a portion of the droid army and were overwhelmed. One small ship against many warships is awful odds."

"I know that."

"You were piloting, so stop acting as if it were my fault!"

It was partially his fault, though, Anakin thought with a sigh. As he and Obi-Wan struggled through the thick jungle, Anakin tried to pull his thoughts away from dwelling on the present to trying to work a way out of here.

"Do we have any comlinks?"

"No."
"What technology does this world have?"

"Very little."

"Are there any places we might be able to find parts?"

"Where we crashed."

Anakin winced. "All right...is there any possible way we can contact the outside world?"

"I think the distress signal we sent out before we crashed might find its way into the right hands. The homing beacon was destroyed during entry."

Anakin snarled, defeated. "There has to be SOME way out."

"Of course there is."

Anakin looked up quickly at his Master, who was regarding him with an amused, sad, calm. "We just haven't figured it out yet."

Anakin glowered, annoyed.

"We have to find someplace to plan, though. While our shouting keeps some of the creatures at bay here, it also attracts them some. So, let's concentrate on finding a place where we can make camp."

Anakin paused and watched his Master proceed a little before catching up, resigning himself to tinkering with the hand that was already starting to malfunction in the heat and humidity.

Obi-Wan was pissed. Anakin always got them into more trouble than he could have imagined possible. Yet...they always managed to find a way out, together. Still, he could have picked a nicer place to crash. The bugs here were murder. The roots protruding from the ground were a hazard at every step, and he struggled to keep his balance continually. One finally accomplished its malign task and sent him falling into a tangle of branches which both buoyed him and sent a nasty shiver down his back.

"Master? Where are you?"

Obi-Wan pushed off of the branches and reached out to Anakin with the Force.

And discovered, to his horror, that he couldn't.

"Obi-Wan?"

He jumped and turned around to face Anakin, who was looking uneasy as well.

"Anakin, try to lift that rock with the Force."

Anakin, puzzled, looked at the rock and attempted to do so.
Anakin grew more annoyed as he failed continuously and would have kept at it until Obi-Wan told him to stop.

"I can't believe..."

"Don't worry Anakin. I can't use the Force either."

"Where ARE we?"

"I don't..." Obi-Wan stopped, his nerves wound tight.

"Master...?"

Obi-Wan held up his hand, listening. "I think something's"

He pushed Anakin away and jumped aside just as a string of gooey, web-like material landed where the two had been standing before with a 'plop'. The two men heard an annoyed, malign hiss overhead. Both withdrew their lightsabres, turning them on to illuminate the glom with the eerie blue light.

"Why do I get the feeling we just made it worse?" Anakin muttered as he and Obi-Wan came together to stand back-to-back.

"Because we probably have," Obi-Wan replied, as unhappy as his once-Padawan. As they watched the dark overgrowth each felt more creatures join the original, and their desire to kill weighed heavily on both their minds. The air was heavy with violence and as one started to jump towards them, it was pinned to a nearby tree by a spear. This forced the others into action, and Obi-Wan and Anakin became quickly confused, blocking and attacking automatically, letting themselves be guided by the Force. Jaws snapped inches from their faces, multifaceted eyes glared at them as around them, other humanoid figures joined the fight, whether to save them, hunt, or drive the animals away uncertain. Obi-Wan and Anakin lowered their lightsabres, both relieved and tired when the lat animal scuttled away, chased by angry natives. One that appeared to be male approached the two cautiously, the blue light of their sabres reflected in large, dark eyes. He stopped a few feet in front of them, crouching, looking them over. He snorted derisively and called out something to his people, who scattered into the trees, leaving.

"You are Jedi, no?"

Anakin and Obi-wan stared.

"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, perplexed.

"We have been waiting for you. Our psychics told us that two like you would be coming. That is why I know what you are and speak your language. Our psychics are strong." He regarded them more carefully this time, and calmly.

"I am called Arthisniocapohotugn, but, for ease of your tongue, I suppose you can call me Arthi."
Obi-Wan nodded and bowed, and elbowed Anakin into doing the same.

"My name is Obi-Wan and this young man is Anakin."

Arthi nodded and turned. "Come. It will be good for you to rest."

He led them away, and Anakin turned to Obi-Wan with a question in his eyes. Obi-Wan shook his head.

"We'll talk later."