"I'm posing as what?"
Obi-Wan frowned at his padawan. Anakin had just been briefed on his mission, and he was not taking it well.
"Don't worry, Anakin," Obi-Wan whispered. "It's just for a little while- just until we find out the information we need."
Anakin and Obi-Wan stood before the Jedi Council. Anakin's mission was to pose as a slave, in order to gather the evidence needed to break up a ring of slave traders secretly operating in the lower reaches of Coruscant.
Mace Windu frowned severely at Anakin. "The Jedi Council needs you, Anakin," he said. "You used to be a slave. You're the best candidate for this mission."
Anakin looked incredulously at Obi-Wan. "You're going to force me to go through with this?"
"No one's forcing you to do anything, Anakin," Obi-Wan said firmly. "But the Jedi Council will be pleased if you follow through with this mission. It's crucial to the breaking up of the Nikstara gang."
Anakin nodded slowly. "Yes, Master," he said. Then he turned to the Jedi Council.
"I accept this mission."
Mace Windu sighed in relief, and Yoda nodded in approval. "Happy we are, that you have chosen to accept this mission," the green Jedi said. "Perhaps the chosen one you really are."
On any other day, Anakin would have flushed with pride at the compliment. He was constantly seeking the approval of the older, more experienced Jedi, who were sometimes skeptical of the young padawan. But that didn't change Anakin's feelings about the mission. After years of freedom, to become a slave once again...
It was almost unthinkable.