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ENTRY 1845 STORAGE CONTAINER 456: Clone Trooper Helmet, Galactic Republic Insignia

Discovered by: Head Archeologist Avira Kady, Professor at the University of Alderaan Uncovered: 10.03.09 Site: Location 08, North Maridun

Description:  The subject is a clone trooper helmet, phase two, bearing the insignia of the Galactic Republic. It, along with subjects 1840-1902 was found alongside a series of long pole-like sticks (see subject 1906-1962) found above the bodies of roughly the same number of men (see subject 1948-2053) wearing phase two clone troopers armor (see subject 2053-2356). The subject has cracks and dents (see img. 1-5) reflecting the damage which would have been done by the cycles of freezing and thawing on Maridun. The inside of the subject indicates a refined advanced display and analysis system. The subject was sent back to Alderaan with Head Archeologist Aira Kady for further analysis.

Archeologist’s Notes: Further testing has confirmed that the technology of this helmet was consistent with phase two clone trooper equipment. The dating of the freeze damage has also confirmed that the helmet has indeed been on Maridun since the end of the clone wars.

The insignia, bearing the eight-spoked sigil of the republic, was seemingly painted on by the clone trooper. This ironic artwork is typical of clone trooper armor of the time, especially among higher-ranking officers. But the Empire’s purging of its trooper's individual files has made identifying former officers near impossible.

501st Captain Rex detailed before his passing the description of one ARC Trooper Jesse, who bore a tattoo of a similar nature in the same position as it was on this helmet. It’s not like we can confirm with him.

The helmet is to be re-assessed after every piece of evidence has been processed and compiled into a research paper. Until then, it will be on display in the Alderaan Museum of History alongside the Padme Amidala: Style and Power collection.

I'm gonna be honest here, the clone graveyard was probably the thing that made me cry the most, in like, all of star wars. It was such a great and horribly sad ending for the clone wars, but at the same i had a thougt that i have often when i think about such events happening in fandoms: what would happen in the future? If the future histiorians and archeologists of the star wars galaxy found this crashed battleship from the clone wars era? If they found this graveyard of clones, probably one of, if not the only site of honor the clones ever got? The only memorial for a brave army that got stripped of their identities in the face of the empire?

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Mars Chapter 7

“You’ve been around even less than I have and I’m actually in active combat,” Wolffe snapped finally. Cody could remember all too well what had started the argument between them. It was a near constant thing on their calls by now. One of them would indirectly accuse Fox of not visiting when they were on Coruscant, or not calling in at all and Fox would respond in turn with scathing remarks. For most of them, communication was sparse nowadays. The only reason they managed to call once a week at all was because Cody had applied for a check-in between their commanders regularly. Creating encrypted lines for open communication between Commanders, especially those off on assignment, was a difficult process requiring permission from someone high ranking than a Cody was, someone who wasn’t just a clone. But Cody had been prepared to fight tooth and nail for it. General Kenobi had signed off on it without batting an eye.

“You have no idea what it’s like here,” Fox was snapped right back at his brother, and Cody wished he could just leave. A few months ago he was always excited for his call with his batch. Even the General noticed, and had taken, at some point, to teasing him good-naturedly about it. In return, he poked fun at the near imperceptible skip in his step whenever their leave happened to coincide with General Skywalker and Commander Tano’s. But now the whole process was becoming tedious. He loved his batch, truly, but he loved the crew of The Negotiator as well, and their peace was usually undisturbed.

He’d been in a similarly good mood today, the broad grin on his face fading into a more concentrated one as he began working earlier that day, pursing his lips. Though the task of painting his new armor had required his full attention, it did not dampen the content radiating from him. Cody had been torn between leaving and staying once the time for his call had creeped closer and closer. But he refused to miss an appointment, even if it was usually more of a social call than not. He missed his batch and wanted to know that they were okay. Even if it caused the General to make those sad eyes at him, curved downwards with his brows. 

Their fight had faded into background noise to Cody, who was debating whether to just call it quits. Gree had gotten involved as well, trying to quell both sides, though he was struggling without the support of Bly, who was busy, and Cody, who’d entirely checked out.

“And look at Cody!” He snapped back into focus at the mention of his name from Fox. “His High General can’t do much of anything. They’re woefully incompetent and so light-hearted about it.”

Cody’s expression pulled into a frown instantly. “They’ve also been forced into this war, Fox.”

“No, they’re just here because their holier-than-thou attitude wouldn’t let them stay out of it!” Though the noise was not picked up by the projector, Fox had slammed his helmet down on the table, eyes narrowed with anger.

He’d pushed it too far this time, and Cody was already in a bad mood. There were few points to hit that would make Cody lash out. The General’s abilities were one of them, apparently. 

But it wasn’t enough to goad him into a fight with his brother. 

“We’re done here,” he declared instead and turned off his holoprojector.

Usually, Bly, Cody, and Gree managed to wrangle them back into order. Most times, that meant chewing them out for a minute and then changing the subject. Sometimes, it meant removing them from the call for a few minutes to let them both calm down. 

They had all changed so much. Bly, though still desperately in love with his General, felt more subdued now, less prone to outbursts of emotion whether joyous or sad or upset. Cody had met Aayla Secura briefly some time ago, and taken the opportunity to grill General Kenobi about her. Discreetly. Giving the shovel talk to a Jedi was both incredibly stupid and counterintuitive, but he could still dig up what information he could find. And by all accounts, she was wonderful. 

“She’s quite taken with her Commander too,” General Kenobi’s eyes had near twinkled, scrunching together at the edges with a mixture of mischief and mirth. “One smypathizes.” 

Cody had nearly missed the next step of the stairs while focused on his expression, his heel slipping off uncomfortably. “Careful there,” General Kenobi laughed, “you don’t know your way around here like I do.”

“It’s not that I don’t know my way around,” Cody grumbled, a tinge of red on his cheeks thankfully hidden by his helmet. “Your Force lets you see everything, it’s an unfair advantage.”

The General’s expression faltered a moment, the smile slipping from his face. Instead, his brows pulled together and upwards and his gaze shifted downward. “Not everything, dear.” Cody had immediately regretted bring up the Force. The General shook himself out of the mood quickly, moving on to show him the fountains and botanical gardens of the Temple. But the feeling stuck with him, the urge to pull that expression off his face and back into what it had been. 

Bly had moaned at them often, early on, about how amazing General Secura was. He didn’t say “and I’m not” but they all heard it. Now, he didn’t talk about it much, though anybody working with them could still see it plainly on his face. Gree had spent an entire post-mission debrief slyly jabbing at Bly’s infatuation as he became redder and redder until he finally shoved his bucket back on in defeat. 

The stresses of Command were getting to Fox more than any of them had thought they would. He was lovingly dubbed their youngest brother. Though he was faster on his feet than most of the other cadets, he was slowest out of the command batch. And he had been naive to boot, bright eyed and shiny and ignorant of everything Cody struggled to reconcile, especially about the Jedi. Each of them were protective of him, but there was little they could do to actually shield him. He should have been prepared, as each of them were. Stressed, yes, but not overwhelmed. 

Cody had a bad feeling something more was going on. But there was no one for him to turn to with his concerns for him.

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Mars - Chapter 6

As opposed to most fleets, who were assigned to protect certain outposts, Anakin’s 501st and Obi-Wan’s 212th traveled often in order to execute special missions. They were effective and, perhaps more importantly, they were popular. The ability to maintain a positive public appearance is the only one of their duties Cody leaves to Obi-Wan. Apparently, social interaction wasn’t really taught on Kamino. Obi-Wan had begun to have a sinking feeling there weren’t many things taught on Kamino besides military strategy and obedience.

Anakin and Obi-Wan, carrying the burden of efficiency and likeability, spent a lot of their time in hyperspace travel. Currently, they were heading towards Ryloth, on both military and humanitarian missions. Just the words “humanitarian mission” released a rush of energy in Obi-Wan. This is what he was made for, what he knew. He wasn’t a military strategist, yet. But he knew how to help, how to protect. 

Not even the new and unpainted armor pieces could put a damper on his mood. Cody had ordered a new set after the damage he’d done to them on their last campaign. As usual, he’d ordered more than strictly necessary. On top of his shoulder and chest pieces there were wrist and forearm armor, along with shin and thigh protective pieces. Cody must have been hoping that Obi-Wan wouldn’t notice. He did, but he opted to add forearm and wrist guards to his ensemble anyway, hoping it would be an adequate compromise. 

His Commander had found him after their last engagement in the command tent, hunched over, holding the broken bits of the shoulder piece painted with the Jedi symbol in his open palms. If Cody had sensed his vulnerability, he hadn’t commented on it. Instead, he’d placed his hand on Obi-Wan’s unarmored shoulder, and promised to order him a new set as soon as they were back on the Negotiator. 

Obi-Wan returned after his meeting on the bridge to his quarters, unable to contain the warm feeling in his chest. He felt it seep into the force and onto his face as his lips turned upwards into a smile. The paint he’d ordered, 212th orange, was already packed into the cardboard box along with his new armor. 

“Cody?” He called into his comm.

“Yes, sir.” The answer was near instantaneous.

“Are you busy?” 

“No, sir.” 

Obi-Wan heaved a short breath, the nervousness suddenly rushing up on him. Armor paintings were intimate to his troops. It was an expression of identity, one of the few they possessed. He’d pulled the trigger, metaphorically, and ordered paint in their color, but now he was really beginning to regret not asking the Commander's permission first.

“Sir? Are you okay?” 

“Sorry, Cody, lost in thought.” There was another beat of silence and Obi-Wan wondered suddenly where Cody was, and what kind of expression he might be making. “I was wanting to paint my new armor,” he began, and continued, before he could think better of it, “I was wondering if I could recruit you to help me.” 

A bark of laughter was sharply cut off on the other side of the comm channel and Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “Is someone else with you?”

“Just some of Ghost. We’re also touching up our paint.” Cody responded, sounding somewhat out of breath suddenly. 

“Oh.” Obi-Wan didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t want to invite himself to such an activity. Really, he’d been hoping to catch Cody on his own. The two of them had become closer over the past months and Obi-Wan felt safer with him than with most other people. 

Being around Anakin Skywalker for too long made a person feel like they were the calmest person alive. But from their first late night meetings to their the lunches they shared, though they still felt somewhat awkward to Obi-Wan at times, Cody had proven to be unchangeable in his mannerism. He was a rock in a stream, the trunk of a tree contrasting the blowing leaves around it. 

“You are… welcome to join us, sir. We’re in 204C, near my quarters.” Cody sounded hesitant. And Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel that he would be intruding, that he’d pushed him into a corner and pressured him into inviting him.

“It’s no trouble, really, I can just-”

“We insist, General.” Another voice came through the comm again, light and teasing.

“Yes, well, I’ll be there in a few minutes then, Waxer.” Obi-Wan hung up as soon as he finished speaking, the excitement rushing back through him again. 

As much as he wanted Cody to be comfortable with him coming along, he didn’t want to push him into anything. He knew that the Commander would simply excuse himself if he didn’t want to be there and he resolved not to let it dampen his mood if he did opt to leave. Cody was slower to trust than most of his brothers, Obi-Wan had noticed. 

It didn’t help that everything was so overshadowed by the dark cloud that had started to pass over the force since the war began. Or maybe it had begun to before then even. It hadn’t felt clear since the battle of Naboo, but Obi-Wan worried the problem there lay with him, and not with the galaxy.

But despite that he’d built a tentative rapport with him now, though it had taken concentrated effort. At first, Cody had often excused himself quickly from spending time with Obi-Wan. He opted to do paperwork on his own and take meals in his quarters. Slowly, Obi-Wan had coaxed him over the last two weeks to eat and work with him on occasion. And he had not been entirely above using the promise of an exotic tea from his stack as a bribe. A few days ago, Cody had asked Obi-Wan to join him for work instead of the other way around, and Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day.

Most days, he could push the feeling away. It was exhausting, like a constant weight on his shoulders, causing the muscles there to knot together with tension. Instead of the corners of darkness before the war, which had been easy to sense and resolve, there were only those small pockets of light in a galaxy of darkness now. Every day, every step, muddied the force signature of his comrades and his family more and more. Even little Ahsoka was sprinkled with dark flecks like a piece of food which had been left out too long.

It was possible to wash clean those spots, to heal the mind and body and leave only a light scar where it had once been. But Obi-Wan knew from personal experience that it was a long and painful process. 

War drew the worst out of all of them. By its very nature, it allowed only the Jedi most compromised by the dark side to survive, to rise through their ranks. Obi-Wan thought of Geonosis, of his flight with Anakin to engage Count Dooku. He thought of the instinct his padwan had acted on, almost jumping out after Senator Amidala when she’d fallen off the gunship. He thought of all those times the ugly anger of his youth had reared it’s head recently, both protective and vindictive. The times he’d thrown himself in front of Cody, in front of any of his men, and the times he’d nearly thrown himself towards an enemy, foregoing the defensive form he’d worked so hard to master.

They’d all need guidance and healing. But there would be time for that after the war.

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Mars - Chapter 5

The Jedi had sent a cadet to them. A “padawan learner” General Kenobi had called her. Her name was Ahsoka Tano, and Cody learned quickly from Rex that although General Kenobi had requested her, she had assigned herself to General Skywalker. He also learned that General Skywalker was not happy about this development, which was no surprise. In the short time he’d known him, Cody realized that General Skywalker took to responsibility like a tooka cat to bathtime. He was a brilliant fighter and an even better pilot, but he was still reckless and headstrong. Sometimes, he worried about how well-matched he and Rex were. He hoped they might calm each other somewhat, or at least support each other in their mutual madness.

Nat-borns were smaller than clone cadets were at the same standard age. Ahsoka Tano was fourteen, yet she looked more like what Cody had looked like at seven years old. Despite her protests, that she was old enough, that Master Yoda trusted, she was still so small in their eyes. 

It rekindled his resolve to protect the Jedi, a directive he had only come to truly accept upon meeting them himself. Simultaneously, it brought back with it that veritable soup of emotions that seemed ever-present in him nowadays. Ever since he’d discovered the larger universe, and learned what childhood could look like, what it should look like, he’d carried a certain type of rage with him. It was a righteous sort of anger, and it was the greatest source of the conflicted opinion he had of the Jedi most days.

Being around him felt like being in a dream. It was perfectly realistic until you awoke. The Jedi still seemed so good, so much larger than life. They were, in his eyes at least, both competent and incompetent, naive and wise beyond what he could imagine. General Kenobi more so than most. Whenever he was away from him, Cody could not bring himself to believe that he was as righteous, calm, and perfect as he made himself out to be. But in his presence, he felt as though there was no way the General could ever be anything else. The fact that he could not consolidate these two images of the Jedi in his mind was in large part the cause of his alternating between frustration and defensiveness of them. 

The General was a man cut from many different types of cloth, and Cody could not find the thread he need to connect them into a tapestry.

“Cody!” The General drew his attention with a shout of his name as he ducked behind the fallen debris Cody had slid behind in order to speak with him. The space was somewhat cramped but General Kenobi managed to crouch down beside him in relative safety, his lightsaber deactivating so the steady hum of it would not disturb them. “This isn’t working. I need to draw their attention some other way.”

Cody’s brows furrowed beneath his helmet, though the General had no way of knowing that, even if he did have an uncanny ability to read their emotions though their faces were obscured. “What did you have in mind, sir?” He asked, trying his hardest not to focus on the way the General’s body connected to his all along the side of his torso, or how both of them tilted their heads toward each other.

“I’m going to surrender myself, and stall for time,” he suggested, and Cody bit down on his protests until his tongue was bleeding in his mouth. “It’s not ideal but it’s our best option. We need to give Anakin and Ahsoka the opportunity to reach that shield generator.”

And despite the risks accompanying the plan, Cody could see the General’s thought process. Sending any trooper to stall would be suicide but the General could would not meet the same fate. He wasn’t known as the Negotiator for nothing, after all. In the short months Cody had known him, he’d seen him talk his way out of pretty much any situation, from negotiation with separatist planets to prodding Senators at state functions.

The General was just as reckless as his former padawan at the best of times. It was a lesson he’d learned the hard way. He was being reckless with his own life, as was becoming a veritable pattern. But Cody trusted him not to overplay his cards. And he understood, better than some, the urge General Kenobi must be feeling to protect General Skywalker and Commander Tano.

“Give the signal,” Cody conceded, “and we’ll cover you.”

General Kenobi put a heavy hand on his armored shoulder. “Thank you, Cody,” he said, and the earnestness of it lit a fire under Cody’s skin, warm and uncomfortable. But he shoved the feeling aside in favor of ducking out from behind their hiding place and beginning to fire at the advancing droids again.

Luckily for them, the ray shield came down just over a standard hour later. And a bloom of relief unfurled in Cody’s chest when he received a comm from the General, directing them towards his position. As expected, the discussion of his surrender had quickly turned into the discussion of General Loathsom’s surrender instead.

The entire time he was directing the troops around, Cody was itching to tell the General something. He needed to talk to him, to see him, though he couldn’t fathom what for. 

But the bustle following a battle was hardly the moment for a conversation. First, he had to delegate squads to pick up General Skywalker and Commander Tano, pack up their remaining relief supplies, and pick a new base of operations.

In this work, he was usually alone. General Kenobi usually assisted in the supervision of their supply distribution, especially in or around the medical areas. No man could wrestle the General into a medbay in order to heal his own wounds, yet he stood beside the cot of any trooper, helping them calm down from a post-battle-induced breakdown. The shinies especially received his undivided attention during this time. It was something that made a knife twist inside of Cody’s chest every time his eyes caught on the General’s steady form hunched over beside one of his brothers. 

The General seemed to care for them deeply, repeatedly sacrificing his time and energy to comfort the men under his command, even if they were clones. But he was a member of the Jedi Council. A Council which had direct influence in the politics of the Republic. Cody knew, logically, that they were probably trying to do the best with what they had to help the galaxy. But he couldn’t push away the nagging frustration at the fact that he thought they could be doing more for his brothers. They were a part of the Republic, were they not? 

“It’s good to see you safe, sir,” Cody commented once the two of them finally stood alone beside each other. As always, his conflictedness melted away once he saw the General before him, saw that he was safe and whole, his features softened when he faced Cody. 

He was glad to finally have caught him alone for a moment, and his words were earnest, just as the General’s had been during the battle. His words, his tone, were still rattling inside Cody’s head, though he pushed his thoughts of them away. General Kenobi was a good leader, even if his tactical prowess was still severely lacking . And Cody, along with his entire battalion, would be dismayed to see the General pass on. 

The smile General Kenobi offered in return was tight with exhaustion, but genuine. “I’m glad to be safe, Cody.” His gaze followed the retreating figures of General Skywalker and Commander Tano, with Rex joining them along the way. “I’m glad their situation has sorted itself out as well. I had been worried.”

“They’ll make quite the trio,” Cody agreed, unsure of what to say next.

Luckily, General Kenobi had no such uncertainties. “I do hope I’m not quite as much a headache?” The question was accompanied by a wicked grin Cody had come to know meant he was instigating a lighter topic of conversation. 

“Oh, not at all,” he smiled behind his helmet. “The migraine medication Kix ordered is entirely unrelated to you, I promise.”

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Mars - Chapter 4

Their first deployment as a unit was on Christophsis.

The planet was beautiful, a cascade of bright blue stone with which the people of this planet built their homes. Obi-Wan remembered how excited Anakin had been to explore the galaxy as a youngster. And as he passed his men, he noted how many of them were looking up at the buildings, down at the tiled floor, sideways at the smatterings of well-tended greenery all around with awe. But Anakin was not focused on the beauties of this planet. No, the newly Knighted Jedi instead had his eyes trained on the horizon, on the dark plumes of smoking rising there.

Obi-Wan missed him already whenever he was away from his side. Perhaps that was why he had been so eager to request a new student. He only hoped he’d have the opportunity to explain his position to Anakin, who was sure to feel defensive and jealous before the new padawan arrived.

“Sir, our intelligence unit just reported back,” said Cody, who had come to stand beside him. His blaster, outfitted with the sniper extension, was held firmly in both hands across his chest. Throughout the first months, Obi-Wan had found himself deferring to his Commander’s judgment more often than not. Despite his past experiences, he discovered quickly that he was not practiced at all in leading a command. He tried not to linger on the loss he could have prevented back on Melidaan, had he known the basic maneuvers Cody and the 212th had been demonstrating already.

But he tore himself away from those thoughts now, gaze focusing again on his commander. “Thank you for letting me know, Cody.” The man in question inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, something Obi-Wan noticed he did very often. “I’ll let Anakin know to meet us in the war room. If you could prepare the resources there I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, sir,” Cody snapped a salute. Then he headed back off towards the building where they had set up their base of operations, for now, unaware of Obi-Wan’s lingering gaze on his back.

Captain Rex joined him on the way there. He and Anakin were both growing into their command together, guided by their mentors. It wasn’t hard to notice that Cody was something of an older brother figure for many of his troops. But it was clear that he doted on Rex specifically if one knew how to watch out for it. A pat on the back here, a recommendation for him there, and a promotion to ARC and Captain.

Cody was right to foster Rex’s abilities, for he had taken to his own command under Anakin like a fish to water. And Obi-Wan knew to spot it because any person looking closely enough would notice the behavior was shared between him and his former apprentice. As Cody made a case for assigning Rex as Anakin’s Captain, Obi-Wan was making the same case for Anakin’s knighthood in the Council chambers.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan hid his arms in the sleeves of his robes as he approached his former Padawan, who did not turn to greet him, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. “The intelligence is here. We’re requested for a strategy meeting.”

At that, Anakin turned to face him. He looked different now already than he had mere months ago. The clothes of a Jedi Master suited him better than those of a Padawan. His hair was also quite stylish, though Obi-Wan would not risk inflating his ego more than it already had been since he’d begun growing it out. All of the tabloid news was getting to his head, but Obi-Wan could only smile at the newly Knighted boy's excitement at all of the attention he was getting.

“Best not keep our boys waiting then,” he grinned at him, the earlier unease wiped from his face. Obi-Wan shook his head, though his lips quirked upwards into a smile. “Our boys” or “my boys” had become quite the common phrase from Anakin, who had readily accepted all of their troops into his growing family system. His troops seemed to happily accept this dynamic as well.

Anakin fed off of the growing bonds between the clones and him, as did most Jedi, from what Obi-Wan could tell. He did not look down on the urge. And if he did it would be quite hypocritical, considering how excited he’d secretly been when Waxer and Boil had invited him to have lunch with them in the Cafeteria. It felt like a barrier between him and his men had broken. They’d always admired and respected him, but taking meals with them opened up the path to relationships more similar to normal friendships.

“I don’t know if the men really preferred being called that,” Obi-Wan teased, and Anakin waved him off. Both of them set off in the direction of their base of operations, nodding in greeting towards the troopers they saw on the way there. Most of them were still unloading supplies into the warehouses they had established nearby. The blockade demanded their fighters return to the sky as soon as possible, so they wanted to be prepared for the potential of a long siege in this area.

Cody, ever diligent, had already set up their holoprojects with a variety of maps and outlines of their most recent intelligence. An array of red dots were placed around the buildings northeast of them, where the sun was setting outside. Luckily, there were only a few droid hideouts outside of that localized area, and their intelligence teams had proven their abilities thrice over. Though Obi-Wan was always anticipating some nasty surprise, he trusted their information.

There was no doubt in Obi-Wan’s mind that Cody had come up with a number of contingency plans as well. Based on the confidence with which he held himself straight and projected into the force, he had one in particular in mind for them to execute.

“Well,” Obi-Wan approached the table, drawing the attention of Cody and Rex. The Captain had removed his helmet already, but Cody had kept his on. “What’s the plan?”

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Mars - Chapter 3

The Jedi were not built for war. And though Cody was quickly realizing that no one in this galaxy was besides his brothers, the Jedi were different. Already, they had proven to be nothing at all like how he’d been trained to expect. They were soft and kind. Their lightsabers were used defensively, and offensively if needed, but the movements were imbued with flow and flourish indicating none of them were trained for hard combat.

No, the Jedi he had encountered so far were neither godlike nor cruel and cold. The Kaminoans had outlined their abilities in their courses. According to them they were connected to the very thing which holds the universe together, aloof as the Kaminoans themselves. Their other trainers described them as trained warriors; able to control minds, destroy any weapons with a flick of their hand, and cut any man clean in half with a swing of their sword.

Yet, each of them radiated warmth. The Jedi Temple was bursting with it. Even from the outside, it seemed to glow in the sunlight of Coruscant, and the traffic around it was heavy as if all beings here were drawn slowly into its orbit.

Bly was already all but smitten with his Jedi General, whom he’d met on Geonosis. Cody had been injured in a training accident, the source of the new scar on his face, just prior to the deployment and hadn’t been allowed to go along with his batchmates. Like many Commander-General duos so far, Bly and his General had taken to each other instantly, negating the need for any reassignment.

The only proper description of the  Jedi he’d been able to wrangle out of Bly was “skin as blue as the ocean on Kamino, but warm, and eyes brown like nothing at all like Kamino, like nothing in the whole Galaxy.” The declaration had received him a kick in the shin from Fox, who, though he refused to admit it, was jealous he was being assigned Master Yoda, who would not see much combat.

Though all clone batches were born at the same time, technically, each of them was placed firmly on a spectrum from older to younger brother. Fox was assuredly their youngest. Each of the batch doted on him in their own ways, mostly by letting him get away with being an absolute menace in training. Where Bly was calm and centered, Fox was excitable and wicked. On the rare occasions he took his helmet off other than for mealtimes, his eyes were always glinting with mischief and determination.

The Jedi’s ranks were filled with little ones who had been running up toward the clones all day, eyes shining with curiosity. Cody shoved down a stab of that growing swirl of emotions. It was like a small star of anger, which sometimes lashed out in solar flares, the heat of it reaching into his throat and fingertips. He reminded himself that their fortune was not the cause of his misfortune. And if what his brothers had told him of the war was true, the Jedi would lose their peaceful warmth soon.

The Quad they were waiting on was wide, open. Stairs on the north most side lead directly to the Temple entrance. The square was filled with Jedi Knights and Masters milling about, talking with clones, or simply going about their daily business. Despite the protection these Jedi, and their lightsabers, provided, the kids were allowed to roam freely. Evidently, they were not worried about whether the clones would be gentle with them.

“Do you think that’s Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Waxer drew his attention to the steps leading up to the Temple entrance with a nod of his head. A Jedi had stopped there, kneeling and talking with some of the Jedi cadets, one of whom had fallen down on his dash back upward towards the Temple.

“It is,” Cody conceded, having just received the ping on his comm from one Master Mace Windu that the Jedi was on his way. The information he’d received about the General was sparse. And Cody had not had the time to research their assigned General independently.

What he knew was that he was a human male, 35 years of age with auburn hair and a beard. The Jedi on the steps matched this description. After some short internal debate on whether to wait for him to approach first, he resolved to go up and greet the Jedi. “I’m going to meet him halfway. Everyone else is to stay here, parade rest.”

The walk to the steps seemed longer now than it had from a distance, and the little Jedi dashed away at his approach, except for the one who had fallen who continued to cling to the older Jedi’s leg. “Sir?”

The General, and now that he was closer Cody could tell he was undeniably the General, straightened himself, one hand brushing against the cadet’s head gently, and met his gaze. “You must be the 212th’s Commander.” He smiled, and the expression miffed Cody, “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Cody said and, muscling past his instinct to protect his name from outsiders, introduced himself, “I’m CC-2224 but I would prefer to be called Cody.”

Despite Bly’s insistence that the Jedi would respect him, which Ponds didn’t quite confirm but definitely didn’t deny, Cody was still hesitant to expose himself so quickly. A name was personal, for the clones. They were shared readily among brothers, but the Kaminoans had never approved of them and react badly to any assertion of their identity.  

There was no precedent on how to approach sharing names with natborns, so Cody, as Commander, had to set one. He didn’t want to share his own name yet. But if the General did end up using it it would be a far improvement to his numerical designation.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said, and Cody narrowed his eyes behind his helmet, watching every twitch and flicker of his expression carefully. The General seemed stricken by something, his mouth pulled down into a sharp grimace and his brows furrowing together. Cody worried it was his name that had caused the reaction, and straightened up slightly, squaring his shoulders. “Why don’t you hurry along?” He spoke the child, who reluctantly separated himself from the General’s robes and dashed back to join his friends at the Temple entrance.

The General tilted his head to meet his gaze once more. Some strands of hair fell at the sides of his face, sweeping down to the edge of his jaw. The rest of his hair was brushed neatly behind his ears. The robes he wore looked both light and thicker than some he’d seen. Distantly, he hoped that the General was planning to wear at least some armor once they actually engaged in battle. “I’m sorry, Cody” he said, and Cody’s anxiety over the General’s reaction to his name was replaced by a growing confusion. “I’m sorry for the situation, you have been forced into, all of you.”

His words were unexpected, to say the least, And Cody had to think for a moment of a reasonable response to give to such a statement from a man he’d only just met. Cody knew the situation was hardly his fault, he’d been trained too well in warfare to blame its beginnings on any one person, even if the ugly feeling bubbling in his chest made him want to lash out at him, at anyone. “Respectfully,” Cody replied, trying hard to keep his voice measured and even, “it’s what we were made for.”

It was the response he’d had drilled into him for all his life. They were made for this. For war and for the Jedi, to live and die and protect and fall at their side. No apologies from General Kenobi would change that, now or ever. But the General looked at him as if he’d been made to eat something vile. It reminded him of the way his face had scrunched up the first he’d undergone training for foreign food acclimatization on Kamino. In a moment of instinct, he nearly apologized to the Jedi in turn, for upsetting him, but he bit his tongue. He had nothing to apologize for.

Instead, he redirected. “The men are anxious to meet you, sir.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi took the change in subject graciously, though his brows remained knotted together on his forehead a moment longer. “I look forward to meeting them as well.” He smiled at him again, softer this time, as if he was testing the waters of their new relationship. Cody simply nodded his head in return, And the two began to walk down the stairs toward the battalion together, Waxer and the other Captains stepping forward to meet them at Cody’s signal.

Cody had not lied. The men were anxious to meet their General, riled up by the other clones' description of both their kindness and battle prowess. Not many of them had caught onto Cody’s hesitation. Or if they did, they did not let it affect their excitement. As each of them introduced themselves excitedly by name, not designation, Obi-Wan Kenobi did so in turn, mirroring their excitement easily.

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Mars - Chapter 2

Anakin was still asleep, rightfully so considering all the excitement of the past day. Only a few days ago Obi-Wan had believed firmly that chasing a bounty hunter through the Coruscant traffic would be the most unpleasant experience of Anakin’s apprenticeship. Now, this student was fitted for a new prosthetic arm, and both had nearly died fighting the Count.

After reminding Master Che to comm him as soon as the boy woke, Obi-Wan finally tore himself away from his bedside and walked toward the Council chambers, where an emergency meeting was already underway. The Temple still looked just as it did yesterday, the walls coated in a spotless beige and younglings dashing through the halls to their classes. But one look at any of their Masters would be enough to remind anyone that a grave event had taken place yesterday.

“Begun, the Clone Wars have,”  Master Yoda had said. Obi-Wan had been turning the words over in his head ever since. The Clone Wars.

The valor of the new Grand Army of the Republic had been undeniable. He’d sensed it on Kamino and they had proven it on Geonosis. With Yoda at the helm, they’d saved the lives of dozens of Jedi, members of his family. And they’d taken to their command seamlessly. Master Windu, Master Yoda, and Master Secura had already been assigned a battalion, though their official position on the war was not yet clear. But Obi-Wan could not get out of his head what he’d seen on Kamino. Hundreds of growth jars stacked neatly on top of each other, kids younger than they looked were testing on computers, ARCs training in sterile rooms with advanced weaponry.

Walking through the Temple did not clear his mind, as it usually did. He entered through the sliding door of the Council chamber, still lost in his conflicting thoughts. His unease was mirrored within the circular room by other members of the council. A similar low level of unease had been shrouding most of the Temple, ignored only by their youngest members, too caught up in their own worlds to notice.

“Glad you could join us, we are, Master Kenobi,” Master Yoda greeted him, sitting cross-legged in his seat at the head of the Council. “Discussing the matter of the Clone Wars, we are.”

First, Obi-Wan inclined his head gracefully in greeting, coming to stand in the center of the chamber. “I presume you have requested me here to hear my personal testimony of the cloning facilities on Kamino.” A grim look passed between Master Windu and Master Yoda, which had him narrowing his eyes momentarily, before smoothing his expression back into place. “Or perhaps for some other matter?”

“To assign your clone battalion, we have called you here,” Obi-Wan fought hard to keep his presence steady in the force, but the surprise must have rippled through the room nonetheless. Or perhaps Yoda was simply too attuned to lie to. “Unhappy, you are with this, Master Kenobi?” he pressed, pointing at him with one hand.

Obi-Wan had changed significantly since taking Anakin on as a Padawan. During his own apprenticeship, he was reckless, often to the point of injury. In trying to execute the Jedi justice he’d been taught, he’d sometimes lose himself. Sometimes he’d lose others. And so he bit his tongue once more on the more scathing remarks he wished to share. The Council didn’t deserve such scorn. “I am merely concerned with the growing involvement of the Jedi in this conflict, not as peacekeepers but soldiers,” he said, which certainly wasn’t a lie either. “And my discoveries during the touring of the Kamino facilities were… disquieting.”

“We share your concerns, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu interjected, folding his hands in front of him thoughtfully, “and we have discussed them at length. Know that we do not make this decision lightly, or without making demands of our own to the Republic. Master Shaak Ti has already been sent to oversee the Kaminoan facilities for the foreseeable future.”

“It was not my intention to accuse-”

With a wave of his hand, Master Windu cut him off, “we know you did not intend to accuse us of negligence, Master Kenobi.” He paused and Obi-Wan realized he did not know how to continue the line of discussion further, to assuage Obi-Wan’s fears and concerns. It dawned on Obi-Wan suddenly what kind of choice they had been forced to make here today.

All around them, newly commissioned Republic Destroyers were hovering above them, across the planet’s atmosphere. They were a symbol of protection to the people of Coruscant. All of the people on this planet, as well as those across the Galactic Republic, were in danger now, under the threat of the Sith and the armies they had amassed right under their noses.

The choices presented to the Jedi were unconscionable; to stand by and allow innocents to die, wait for the war to find them in their homes, or go out and fight? Was the destruction of the tenants of their culture worth it to protect a galaxy at war? Could Obi-Wan be both peacekeeper and warrior? Which one would take precedence in him?

He stiffened his posture meaningfully, raising his chin, setting his jaw, and furrowing his brows. “Which battalion am I assigned to?”

Master Windu and Obi-Wan had grown up together from the very point of their induction into the Jedi Temple. All Jedi were bonded in the force and could sense each other’s feelings to some extent. But crechemates were even closer, like an immediate family. It was only because of this bond between them that Obi-Wan could feel how defeated Master Windu felt, and how well he hid it despite his despair.

“The 212th, we are assigning you,” Master Yoda took over again, and Obi-Wan turned to face him. “Already here, they are. Waiting for you on the Temple platform, the Commander is.”

“Thank you, Masters,” Obi-Wan bowed once more. When he raised his head up again, his eyes caught on the Destroyers behind them. He wondered if one of them would be his. He twisted the corners of his lips upwards into something like the usual charming smile he gave, though he couldn’t fully hide the strain behind it. “I’d best not keep him waiting for much longer, then.”

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Mars - Chapter 1: Prologue

And as Obi-Wan was being guided through the long, blank corridors of the Kaminoan facilities, he reflected on the events of the day so far and shoved some of his dripping hair out of his face. The search for the bounty hunter sent to take out the Senator from Naboo had turned quickly into a disturbing secret, one which had grown, as the clones had, in plain sight, but undiscovered.

If what the Kaminoans said was true, that the grown soldiers he’d seen in the cafeterias were truly only between ten and twelve standard years of age, the order for them had been given only shortly before the events of the invasion of Naboo. 

But now was not the time to focus on those details, Obi-Wan reminded himself. Not until he was safely off this planet, back in the Council chambers, where he could give an extensive report. And even then, he resolved to keep his most private reaction, the swirling mixture of disgust and horror building in his gut, to himself in his quarters back home. 

“Would you like to see some of our Command class?” The long-necked Nala Se asked him. She was pale as the walls of the facility, her wide eyes watching him in a way that would seem unassuming to anyone but a Jedi as attuned to the force around him as Obi-Wan. “I am told they are completing marksmanship training just along this hallway.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at her briefly. She had most assuredly guided them this way to show off her products, and had probably only just sent out the order to change their schedules. Obi-Wan was used to salespeople, but knowing they were selling people did not endear him to the Kaminoans. Still, he was curious, and in order to not arouse suspicion, he grinned broadly at her, “I would love to,” at which point, her face lit up and she ushered him down a branching corridor to a long open window.

Inside it, soldiers in full kit were lined up, holding various handheld guns and aiming at different moving targets on the far side of the wall. Unlike most, their armor was painted in various colors. Despite his disdain for blasters, Obi-Wan could not but admire their abilities with it, clearly honed by years of practice.

All of them were fitted with their ARC trooper gear, complete with a Kama and extended shoulder piece. All but one, who’d removed both pieces, and discarded them at the back of the room. He was holding a standard issue blaster, hips tilted ever so slightly in order to maintain the motion of his body as he fired, swathed in golden color. 

Nala Se noticed which one had drawn his gaze and her eyes widened as if panicked, “Master Jedi, we assure you that our troops do not usually remove mandated pieces. This clone will be reprimanded as-

Obi-Wan cut her off harshly, though he masked it with a polite smile, “do not concern yourself with it. In fact, I would prefer it if you did not reprimand any trooper for such action taken. After all, they know which parts of their kit serve them best, do they not?”

“Yes, Master Jedi,” she inclined her head and ushered him away again, away from the gaze of the trooper clad in orange, who only barely caught the swishing of the corner of Obi-Wan's beige robes.

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searching for a beta

i’m looking for a beta to help proofread and check stories before i post them.

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cons: - your whole job is to be mean to me

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something in the orange 7 - codywan

“if you leave today, i'll just stare at the way the orange touches all things around the grass, trees and dew, how i just hate you please turn those headlights around please turn those headlights around”

The sun has set on the Republic. And Obi-Wan remembers its twilight well. It’s light swirling in the skies over Coruscant. The sunset one last time over his home- and his family. As the day must give way to the night, the cloak of the darkness swept over them all at once. It wrapped the light in its fabric and smothered it whole, like a pot placed over a candle will snuff out the fire.

And as the light set on Coruscant, the twin suns rose over Tatooine, over and over. Twice- thrice- and then again and again. 

There was nothing here now for him, but the boy. The desert gives and the desert takes. Once, long ago, Obi-Wan and his master took a child from the desert, and now he was forced to return another to it. But really, the desert had surrendered nothing, it rarely does. No, they had taken from Schmi. They’d taken her boy and never been able to return him- not whole- not himself. 

He was sitting at her grave now, as the familiar presence approached him. He’d felt it coming minutes ago. Just another member of his family, lost to the twilight, just as Anakin had been. Another person he’d failed, whose bright presence was now reserved for anyone but himself.

But as Cody approached, all soft edges through blurry vision, Obi-Wan realized that his warrior’s strength had been sapped from him now. He could not fight him. Not how he’d fought Anakin. He couldn’t.

And he didn’t have to. As Cody dropped beside him, his face worn with dirt and sweat, and embraced him, stifling sobs on his shoulder. And suddenly, it did not matter whether Cody had truly betrayed him or not back then. All that mattered is that he was here now. He was here and solid and Obi-Wan could wrap his arms around him. All the rest could come later, once they’d dried themselves of the flowing pain, and staunched the bleeding of their wounds so they could begin to mend.

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something in the orange 6 - codywan

“to you i'm just a man, to me you're all i am where the hell am i supposed to go? i poisoned myself again something in the orange tells me you're never coming home”

There are all kinds of gaps in CC-2224’s world. The space next to his chair? A gap. The empty holster on his belt? A gap. Walking alone down the Destroyers hallways? A gap. It’s easier to measure what is missing instead of what is where it is meant to be. It hasn’t affected his functioning yet, so there is no reason to trouble command with the flaw in his system. And if he sometimes stops just outside of the ship's bridge, a sudden tension thrumming inside his chest at the thought of the wide, open space, and the brights lights of hyperspace, then he thinks he’s well afforded that moment, for all of the good work he does.

There are all kinds of gaps in CC-224’s world. The biggest ones all surround his general during the Clone Wars, the traitor. It feels as though someone has taken his memories and scribbled over them. Everything is clear but the man himself. But CC-2224 can still see how he effected his environment, how he affect him. He laughs sometimes, in these memories. More often, he grins at the spot where he should be, his eyes crinkled at the edges in a way he can’t help but try to mimic in the mirror. To no avail.

There are all kinds of gaps in CC-2224’s world. Darth Vader himself had explained these blanks to him one time. “Obi-Wan Kenobi has manipulated you more than most,” he said, voice thick through his helmet, “we had to do a deep wipe.” CC-2224 never calls him out on the lie, and never questions how he knows it is a lie.

There are all kinds of gaps in CC-2224’s world. And one day, years after the rise of the Empire, he’s ambushed during an attack on some forested planet, which was meant to be used as a mining facility. He wakes up on a medical cot inside of a rebel ship. He wakes up.

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lightsaber musings - codywan

Lightsabers hold special significance to Jedi. But Obi-Wan “this lightsaber is your life” Kenobi has always been losing his. Even when he was training with Qui-Gon it was always mysteriously disappeared, or damaged, or dropped, or not working. His lightsaber is his life and Obi-Wan doesn’t care about it all that much.

He teaches Anakin to hold it in higher esteem, drills it into him until Anakin hands it to Padme with a gentle assurance of “this lightsaber is my life and it is yours.”

Maybe the first time Cody picks up the weapon is right there on Geonosis. he brushes it off and holds it awkwardly. He’d seen the Jedi with it on Kamino, attached to his belt and swinging alongside his measured strides. He knows who it belongs to, and when he returns it, maybe Obi-Wan stares at him in a way that isn’t totally uncomfortable.

It becomes a habit. Obi-Wan loses his weapon and if it doesn’t find its way back to him, it finds its way to his Commander. Cody gets a clip from Anakin to attach to his belt. He always has a place for Obi-Wan’s lightsaber, for his life, at his side.

Sometimes his hands brush against where the attachment should be on his new imperial armor set and he misses that something- someone- at his side for a split second before the feeling is wiped away in an endless stream of commands ranking much higher than any kind of dallying thought.

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those final moments - codywan

Obi-Wan would be absolutely mortified at the idea of being in a relationship with a subordinate. But when Cody hands him his lightsaber on utapau and he realizes that this could be the end of the war, he unpacks that little box he shoves all those feelings into just a little bit and dares to hope.

And with the way they smile at each other a little bit, differently than they had throughout the entire war, maybe Obi-Wan thinks that there really might be a future for them beyond the line of duty. That it was maybehopefullysomeday with his battalion and with his commander, as equals.

But the day ends and he’s in space and alone and they’re just another branch burned clean off his small family tree. More people who he’s failed. And he thinks that maybe he misconstrued that last look between them, and maybe it was tinged with hatred instead of hope.

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a letter i won't share - codywan

In the earliest day of the war, we saw the seemingly endless growth of an army born from the genes of a single man-- Jango Fett. But these soldiers were not faceless to me. Each man quickly forged his own personality. I still think of my second-in-commander, CC-2224-- whom I called "Commander Cody"-- with great fondness.

I miss him to this day. Even though he eventually tried to kill me. So it goes with my friends it seems.

All of the men were their own in my eyes. And many of them carried with them those Mandalorian traits I had come to admire in my time protecting the Duchess Satine. They valued loyalty, camaraderie, and the possession of just enough courage to do the right thing. The Kaminoans claim to have designed them that way, but I never held much fondness for them, and still believe they hardly understand why we were so taken with their perfect army.

For the longest time, I counted my first meeting with Commander Cody to be a short week after the initial battle on Geonosis, when he and our battalion arrived aboard the Negotiator. The ship, my title, was already beginning to feel like a mockery.

It wasn't until many months later that it occurred to him to tell me, after a more than rowdy evening herding the newest batch back into their quarters after a celebration, to tell me that I had met him when he was new, just like his youngest brothers-in-arms were now. He'd met my eyes when I first toured the facilities of Kamino, he told me. Apparently, he counted it as the most memorable moment of his time on the planet. It occurred to me only then that the Commander had indulged as much as his brothers. And it was, for the first time that night, that I noticed his flushed cheeks, hidden somewhat by his complexion, and fidgeting hands.

I hardly knew what to do with myself after escorting him back to his office. It was the first time I had meditated in a while. It was easy then to forget how centering meditation was when most of the Jedi seemed too busy to engage in it for anything other than tactical reasons.

Now, it feels like my legs are aching to fold beneath me into that familiar position, to dive back into the force and flit through my surroundings as I did then. The only reason I do not is that I know I will find no steady sunrise, no comforting presence. I would feel only the desert around me and the rare glimpses of life present here, so unlike the lively feeling of the Negotiator, which slowly became my home from battle to battle.

The good Commander had a habit of picking up my lightsaber and carrying it with him. As I buried it in the sand here, I could still feel his presence on it, a phantom of a phantom clinging to my fingers. The only thing it holds now is the imprint of memory, the faint scent of the leather strap that Commander Cody had used then to attach it to his belt whenever he'd found it. At first, he had been diligent in his retrieval. But as my loss of it became more and more routine, his stiff demeanor turned to exasperation turned to exasperated fondness.

I told our Ghost Company once that I there was no need to take the lightsaber back to the Commander. I told them we were not attached at the hip, contrary to popular belief, and they could hand it back to me themselves. It was meant in jest, mostly, for I enjoyed greatly the feeling of the Commander in the force as he brushed my hand, even through his glove, to return the weapon to me. But Waxer, one of our captains and primary ARC troopers, only watched me with an expression on his face I still can't seem to place. According to him, none of them had ever been the one to found it, and that the Commander's ability to locate it always was bordering on eerie, but harmless.

My lightsaber sang a tune only for him. If he had been a force sensitive he would have felt it, heard it whispering to him, and to me. I wonder if he'd have cared, had he known. It seems so hard to imagine the man from my memories, the most recent of which painted him in a light like the sunrise on Coruscant, turning his weapon against anyone without reason.

It had occurred to me recently that I must have done something to invoke his ire if it is so. As I had failed Anakin and Ahsoka, so had I too failed Commander Cody. There was so much to do, so much too fix, that the darkness too must have clouded my judgment. It made me overlook, oversee the pain those closest to me were suffering, much too wrapped up in my own.

Yoda had been right, back then. We were too old and stubborn, and we failed.

I ask myself now if the sun will rise once more, as it did back then, as it does every morning here twice over.

I see Luke once a week. I watch him grow beyond his birthright.

It is too late for me to right my actions, even if I still have hope to change my weakening mind into one which might have stopped the worst from coming to pass. But an enlightened mind is no redemption, not when my actions could not be righted-- cannot be righted.

I'm sorry Ahsoka, for not being strong enough to protect you from a council whose approval I so desperately craved, as though I was the padawan still and not you. I'm sorry Anakin, for all the ways I did not raise you into what you wished for yourself. And I'm sorry Cody, for the way I failed your brothers, just as I failed mine, and for the measures you took out of necessity, though it would not have been easy for you. I am sorry.

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something in the orange 5 - codywan

“to you i'm just a man, to me you're all i am where the hell am i supposed to go? i poisoned myself again something in the orange tells me you're never coming home”

It is the twilight of the Republic. It is the dawn Utapau. Sunsets are the same everywhere. They bathe the world in glowing colors. Cody watches them creep their way up his armor, reflecting the orange outward. He watches his Generals hair reflect just the same. Sometimes, Rex teases that Cody must have picked his battalion’s color because of his General, but really it was more of an act of fate.

Cody loved the sunrise, and he loved the sun.

But today was no morning for his General to find himself propped up against a tree, Cody beside him, staring into nothing and simply focusing on his even breathing as Obi-Wan reads his newest novel. Instead, they are being sent out again. All of them gather courage in the dawning realization that this battle may be their last. 

Cody doesn’t know what will come afterward, but he knows Obi-Wan will not allow any of them to brave it on their own. No, his General would never allow them to fall. The comfort is only somewhat undercut by his desire for more.

When he picks up his Jedi’s lightsaber, the hilt fitting into his hand as easily as it does his Generals, a glowing warmth spreads through him, as always. Sometimes, it would make him anxious to know the General was out and about without his weapon, but he had come to trust him. And their blaster lessons had paid off in a major way. Obi-Wan was never weaponless.

Still, a weight lifts off him when he hands it back, lips quirking into a smile as the two of them banter back and forth, as always.

“When have I ever let you down?” He asks, already expecting some quippy response before it is said. But in the glint of his Generals eyes, he can see the true answer. He’s never let him down. And he never will. 

“Good luck, sir.”

“May the force be with you.”

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masterlist

ao3 - ameliasstories

something in the orange 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

one shots - play au - co-parenting au - those final moments - lightsaber musings - ENTRY 1845

a letter i won't share 1

Mars 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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Little Ahsoka is finally hitting her teenage years, and it was really beginning to show, Cody thinks. Just today, she "ran away" from home again, one door over to his house, to vent about how difficult school is and how Obi-Wan, her actual father, just doesn't understand.

Really, he should be bringing the kid back right away. He probably should have done so months ago when the both of them came knocking for the first time. But he's somehow invested himself into this family now. And he won't deny that the kids running over to grab a cookie from Cody in the morning was cute, even if it would probably get him into shit with their dad.

"My dad just doesn't get it. I keep explaining it to him but he's just so straightforward," she grumbles, arms crossed in front of her chest. She's sitting on his kitchen counter now, waiting for him to finish heating up a cup of hot chocolate for her.

Truly, he isn't trying to dethrone this mysterious Obi-Wan as her actual parent, or Anakin's. From what he can tell, he sounds like a good father, better than anyone he's ever had. "It sounds like he just wants you to set clear boundaries with this guy." He pauses, unsuccessfully fighting back a grin at what Ahsoka had described as "Obi-Wan's four-step plan to losing your first boyfriend." The thought of the little girl showing up to her next date with a graphic organizer was amusing. "I don't think you need an outline for it, but it's a good idea.

"You're right," she huffs, making grabby hands for the mug he's walking over to her. Luckily, he can pass it to her before the house bell rings since it still makes him jump sometimes. "That's my dad. He's probably worried about me."

Cody fights the urge to freeze up suddenly. For all their "co-parenting" he and Obi-Wan have never officially met. And despite being excited to finally met the man he's been hearing about so often, he's also worried about getting an earful from an angry parent.

"I'll get it then," he sighs and pushed away from the counter he was leaning against. "You better drink that up fast," he shoots at her just before he turns the corner to the front door and watches Ahsoka nod vigorously and begin slurping her drink.

When he pulls open the door he comes face to face with what is quite possibly the most objectively attractive man he's ever seen. He's dressed like a professor, beige jumper covering a white button-up with thick-rimmed glasses and a full beard. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, and he brushes it back with one hand before sending him a dazzling smile. "Hello, you must be Cody, my kids talk about you often."

"Hey," is all he can muster, still somewhat star-struck. After an awkward moment, he clears his throat nervously, "yeah I am. It's good to finally meet you."

His lips twitch upwards again, "and you as well." He reaches out his hand for Cody to shake, which he does firmly. "I'm sorry to pop by like this. But Ahsoka needs to come home or she'll be late for swim practice."

"SWIM PRACTICE," the girl yells from the other room, the clatter of a cup followed by the sound of socks sliding across the hardwood floor announcing her presence. "I'm just putting on my shoes!"

Obi-Wan takes advantage of the few moments he has left standing in the doorway immediately. "Why don't you come over on Sunday for dinner?"

"I-" Cody pauses, his eyes flickering downwards, "I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense," Obi-Wan waves off his insecurities with a light flap of his hand and a smile, "You're practically family already."

I adopted a kid and you help me take care of them all the time since we’re neighbors, but you came over and got so involved in the kid’s life so much they think that we’re both their parents instead of just me AU

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