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neostriatum · 10 months

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He held his general's life in his hands. It wasn't the first time, and all he needed was to keep his grip.

Another droid goes down, and he flexes his hand, feeling the creaking of his armor as the plastoid fractures just the slightest bit more under the stress. Obi-Wan is behind him, panting silently – he only knows this from the press of his general’s side against him, staying propped up by sheer force of will despite the hastily-staunched wound in his side.

There wasn’t enough bacta, having passed his off to another trooper while he was en route to Kenobi’s rendezvous point, the crackling comm message still echoing in his ears as his HUD keeps a running tally of casualties on the field. Despite the numbers increasing at a regular rate, they were making good time in their battle plans. It was a typical exfil mission of a Jedi that had been working on a Separatist-held territory, with Skywalker working from Coruscant to ensure the end point of the Jedi’s travel was secured.

If it were earlier in the war, it would have been a riskier strategy, but many norms had been thrown out of the airlock. Shifting as he heard a sound, Cody tapped on his helmet, adjusting his screen settings to look around the bend of the bombed-out building he and his general were using as cover. The smoke from the competing cannons from both armies made it hazardous to see much, and from the suppressed rasping of his general, worse to breathe. He licked his lips, worried even as he exhaled to steady his pulse.

The way looked mostly deserted, and he took a moment to check on Kenobi, moving carefully so they always kept a continuous point of contact. Still, even the smoothest of transitions still made the man tense in pain, and he resisted the urge to hold the other close, not needing a connection to the Force to know their pool of relative safety could be disturbed at any moment. Kenobi leaned wearily into his chest, one hand on his ’saber and eyes holding the vague glaze that told him the general was using said Force to hold himself together and act as lookout at the same time.

Cody wished he could admire his general’s dedication to be useful, but right now all it made him was frustrated and heart-sore, knowing from harsh experience that any Jedi – and particularly Kenobi, with his history of throwing himself into the Force as its acting hand – sustaining such active contact in a war zone could result in potentially permanent neurological damage. He almost wished he had listened to the medics about what to carry with him, but between the accoutrements as commander and navigating an entire systems army, medical devices that could monitor and ward off seizures fell distressingly low on the list.

“Koyaci, Kote,” Kenobi murmured, the man’s lips dry even as his eyes were nearly luminescent with the Force, pulling the thought straight from their latent bond. He wanted to choke on a laugh, unsure if it would morph into a sob, choosing instead to press around the edges of the wound to see if it had bled beyond its bandages and wondering how many he could plaster on top of each other before his general truly risked bleeding out. A hand laid over his, ’saber between them and carrying a hum audible even to his Force-deaf ears, “All will be well. We need to move.”

He nodded, inhaling sharply and considering the HUD read-out of his own vitals. There was going to be bruising on his hands regardless, but so far he had avoided anything warranting true medical attention. Checking the power on his blaster reflexively, he shuffled Kenobi closer to him, readying them to make the next point in their path back to the battalion. Nothing stood out even as his skin prickled in uneasiness. Clear enough.

One finger resting at readiness on the trigger, Cody led them through the slowly-settling haze, footsteps on uneven, broken ground muffled by the distant din of dying clankers and the reverb of cannons. Kenobi’s laboured breathing was his timepiece, calculating how much time they had and the rate they needed to move as he kept a firm grip on his general’s hand. The reciprocal grip was barely there, but it was there, and he gripped onto that hope like a lifeline.

It was obvious, now, when they were about to run across a droid. The place was deserted enough that there was only the cursory patrols, clanking metal alerting them more clearly than a HUD or the Force ever could. He kept his blaster at the ready, having surreptitiously dialed down the power in favour of silence and picking his shots carefully to disable them. Without fail, the combatants fell in a heap of sparking metal, and he let the satisfaction drift across his bond with Kenobi, bolstering the both of them.

They were pushed into a delicate balance of stealth and a dwindling clock, Cody stopping as often as he could to check on the blood-sodden bandages and murmuring a little prayer when necessary. Sometimes Kenobi even mouthed them along with him, a wisp of air that might have passed as speech if he were unencumbered by trying to keep them both alive to the rendezvous point. A part of him wishes that he didn’t need to wear his helmet – but then, he only ever took his helmet off when he was assured of the safety of the situation. This was no battleship painted in their colours, sailing amidst a fleet of their own and protected on all quarters.

He had miles to go until they could sleep, curled around each other and safe even from the bustle of the infirmary. Kenobi brushed a thumb weakly upon his own, both of them having reduced to holding hands as Cody focused on making sure they were cleared to shuffle across each uncomfortably open space. The next point in their path is within eyesight, faintly obscured in the artificial gloom, and he squeezes the hand in his, gesturing with a tilt of head toward it.

Defining signals had long since passed, and he knew the message was received for Kenobi to brace himself, the tight inhale his only response before he’s quickly scouting the area as he half-drags the general with him. One hand is held aloft and aiming instinctively in front of him in a loose, narrow sweep.

Kenobi must shift wrong, he must, because he gasps, the noise distracting him from the steady clank-clank-clank of an incoming droid patrolling. The loss of Kenobi's hand in his is as rattling as the three shots he fires on muscle memory alone, gripping tightly onto the corner of his mind that contains everything he cherishes about his general. He prays once more, knowing it’s the only thing that would stick until they were back under the tender wings of their troops, and takes his eyes off the next sight line to look for Kenobi behind him.

On some miracle, a currency he’s not willing to barter in, Kenobi isn’t thrown entirely to the ground. A couple hurried steps forward is all it takes for him to reach the other, one arm scooping around Kenobi's side and rucking the man close enough to imagine the thundering heartbeat that must surely echo his own. He glances quickly ahead, a scan for danger that proves no immediate concern, and then beside him to the sight of Kenobi's clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

Alive, though. Cody can work with that.

They’re out of bacta patches, bandages, and creative improvisation, so instead he clamps his hand on Kenobi's side, applying pressure with strength of desperation alone. It draws a shudder from his general, and he wants to sympathize, if he had any room in his situational assessment for a gram of weakness. He doesn’t, though, all of it being used up on allowing Kenobi his.

He grits his teeth, wishing he at least had the forethought to switch overlays on his HUD to better see through the gloom and the digital beacon he had set up on the battlemap. They weren’t there yet, and his vision was hazed in solar diffraction, the amber colouring muting extraneous tones.

Regardless, they’re still too far in the open to think too much. He briefly tightens his grip, enough to rouse Kenobi, vocoder transmuting the murmur to a whisper of voiced static, “Are you ready?”

Kenobi shifts in his grip – too easily, he thinks, and muffles that thought down along with its accompanying swell of panic – but finally assents with a nod that could well be a loll of the head. He takes it, knowing there wasn’t enough time to clarify matters, and mentally goes through the remainder of their route again, designating checkpoints with only mild despair that each stop would be in easy eyesight of each other. Still, it was better to take small steps that were more likely to succeed than large ones with a high chance of failure.

The next hideaway structure was close, and Kenobi made a good game of it, steps stealthy even as their cover was burned away by bright sunshine poking through the haze. He refused to look backwards, memorizing the feel of his general’s shoulders nestled into the crook of his arm as they snuck forward, his gaze alert to any unusual movement.

He didn’t want to say it was too quiet, but- But. Cody had already switched his pistol to his off-hand, and that required more concentration than he was willing to allocate when it came to compensating for his aim. They had only the scarcest of dust in the air to hide them, whisper-thin shadows that coiled around their boots and eddied in their steps. Beside him, Kenobi was still breathing.

It took him a moment to realize he was murmuring to himself, an unconscious bid to keep the general with him. Names rolled off his tongue, memorized in order, a long line of those marching ahead that stretched far back into his youth. They were weighted with grief, with that dangerous edge of wishful thinking. Nobody ever marched alone in this war, ghosts of their brethren invisible to the realities of the day but nevertheless clearing their way. He sucked in a breath, refusing to falter in the litany as he refused to falter in delivering his general to the rendezvous point.

Another droid nears them, loud in its chatter as it patrolled. The increased security was disconcerting for the problems it borrowed, but relieving in that he knew the ship’s radar would be able to track the shift in troop movement from orbit, changing their countdown to something more in their favour. The change in plans occurred swift as thought, both of them moving in sync as they decided to sneak up on the droid. Cody had the feeling that this was one of the last droids for a while, and also that it was Kenobi who had that feeling. He could almost feel himself grin, “Not always bad feelings, are they?”

Kenobi’s smirk was in his subdued voice, keeping pace with him in belying easiness even as his words were thinly spoken, “Statistically likely, my dear.”

They proceed to the next checkpoint, without visible haste but unrelentingly. Their shuffle step was muffled only by the ambient noise, one more rock kicked down the road along with many others. He wanted to tell himself that they were getting closer to their destination, but he knew that it was only a fact when they had already arrived.

The latent ping along their bond buoys him, the quiet affection tendrilled beneath the subtle nudge in his mind reminiscent of early morning tea and studious reflections of incoming orders. It has the entirely expected benefit of warning him of the next patrol – something that makes him want to smile fondly, Kenobi always keeping watch wherever he could – and Cody takes advantage of the blooming rays of sunshine at their backs to disguise them from the cheap and mass-produced optical sensors these droids had, a practiced wind-up that made the delivered punch all the more satisfying for the fact that it dropped like a sack of tarpa roots.

He rotated his wrist, feeling the ache reverberate down from their rush fleeing to another minuscule checkpoint to their rendezvous point. The silence was relative, and he kept one ear cocked to the fractured sound of his general’s breathing, hoping it wasn’t a timer that ran out before they could flag down a trooper. “Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered, ensnaring his attention without any special tricks at all. He turned in the loose circle of his general’s hold, one arm firm over the man’s armor and carefully away from the wound he deeply suspected was escaping its impromptu bandaging. The other’s eyes were beginning to glaze, making his heart pick up its pace. Before he could speak – probably something stiffly concerned, unused to handling Obi-Wan's injuries at such a severe level without some back-up better than creativity – his attention was riveted to the hand in his, a lethally defensive weapon pressed between their grips, “Will you- will you take care of him?” Looking back at Obi-Wan made his eyes ache, as much from the vulnerability as from the bright rays of the sun his helmet had trouble filtering out from the shadows of his general. He licks his lips, too slight for the muscle ticks to be picked up by his HUD, gives a short nod, “We take care of our own,” he said, knowing by Kenobi's sigh that his sentiment was understood. As Anakin was Obi-Wan's family, and as Obi-Wan was… was his, that made Anakin Cody's family by proxy. He grips the lightsaber in his hand, feeling the pulse of its heart in time to the fluttering beat of its holder, feeling at once at peace and uneasy at the belief in him, “But you're going to tell him yourself, understood?” Obi-Wan nods, exhaling as he slumps against him, “Understood, Commander. Get us out of here.” He presses his head against his general, knowing he would have followed that order even if it were never voiced. They either made it out together or not at all, his mind decided long before he knew Obi-Wan could smile at him with weary wryness, fingers wet with his own blood latching on to Cody’s armor in a bid for another moment of strength. His HUD was ticking off his general’s vitals, scattered from their baseline and sent to languish in the background of running data fed to him from their environment, “I have you.” A brilliant smile, eclipsing the waning late afternoon sun before fading away on the heels of Obi-Wan's wavering consciousness, “You do.”

Taking in a sturdy breath, he recollects their position, eyes sweeping across their surroundings and the HUD alike. He spends the interim time with a firm grasp upon both his general and the man’s weapon, attention split to try and reconnect his helmet to the trooper ’net, leaning on the tendril of Kenobi's mind in his own, as sure as if their hands were still twined lazily together. It’s difficult to carry him the last klick with the sound of his helmet running through the ’net diagnostics he ordered it to run in the background, the ion cannons and other artillery having obscured the connection until the dust could settle.

He can hear Obi-Wan's thoughts in the back of his head, a subconscious murmur that let him know there was more to the man than a weakening pulse and bleeding wound. It made him grip the ’saber tighter, feeling like a part of his general’s soul was there in his hands, vulnerable crystal encased in steel – very much like its wielder, a reassuring beat of energy he could coordinate his worries to.

They had been working to triangulate some sort of signal, patching through different protocols for noise and trying to get a match on voice patterns they had on record. Skywalker was busy in Coruscant, and they couldn’t even borrow R2 at the moment. The trooper rubbed his fingers together, setting them back on the keyboard to try another route, a brother next to him working on a map as data was fed in live. Commander Cody was with the general, so the situation was either a waiting game or an emergency they hadn’t planned for.

A ping came in on his headset, and he tapped it to let the message go through, “This is Trooper Iron. Name and message, please.”

“Trooper Whoop here,” There was static crackling on the line, and Iron tapped a few controls, smoothing the connection out, “We’re seeing a dust cloud about ten klicks east of us, unusual activity.”

He glanced at his CO, tilting his head and adding the other to the line as the Captain stepped forward. Heart thumping, he inhaled, “Captain Sixes is on the line. Want to repeat that?”

“Sir,” Whoop’s verbal salute was crisp over the comms, “We’ve got a dust cloud about ten klicks east and unusual activity. Permission to check it out?”

Iron shared a look with Sixes, aware that the general chatter in the Comms room had dulled as soon as the conversation had registered. It was unusual activity, especially as the battle was winding down – the only thing missing was their general and commander. His captain looked at the map next to him, the trooper obligingly turning his chair so their CO could get a better look. A twitch of lips, and the captain tapped his own comm, “You have a go, Whooper. We’ll send someone to rendezvous with you.”

He grinned at the pleased “Sir” in Whooper’s voice, leaning back into his chair. Iron clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Good work, troopers.”

There were no shortage of volunteers to fetch their officers, but someone had to make sure the lights were still on at home, as General Kenobi was fond of saying. Beside him, the map was swiftly updated.

Ten klicks didn’t seem like that great of a distance, if one discounted the middling ravine that took a couple of hours for the engineers to pop a bridge over. Whoop couldn’t help the bounce in his step as he walked over to Booker, watching the trooper patch the signal from Comms over to a mobile unit that boosted its range. “Are we gonna be able to reach them with that?”

“Soon as I’m done getting through all the interference,” Booker replied, pointing to where the bridge was, all freshly unrolled like one of those luxury carpets in the Senate that Skywalker was gossiping about one time. Theirs was cooler, though, he decided, settling his hands over his rifle as he watched the faint flickering of the lights bobbing on the bridge nearly in time with Booker’s one-handed typing, “I’m adjusting the signal buoys so we can get a direct line between the commander and comms.”

Way cooler, He thinks smugly, wanting to let out a small whoop at it. With the way the nearby troopers tilted their helmets at him in amusement, he figured they knew.

His comm crackles in that particular way that lets him know Booker is running a diagnostic and hooking them up to a patched terminal, “Aaaand we have a go, sir. Whenever you’re ready.”

This time he doesn’t stop the delighted sound, one loud whoop! as he pats his rifle, striding forward, “Let’s get ’em home!”

At the ripple of identical whoops echoing out as half the troopers packed up and fell in line, he grinned. Best bridge ever.

When his comms clicked in, Cody almost startled. Almost, because if he did, he might have dropped his general, and that was an absolute no-go. Instead he hauled in a breath, meeting the faint, quizzical tug through the Force resounding through the ’saber in his hand.

“Almost there,” he murmured, keeping the unlit blade at the ready position, scanning for any last-minute clankers that might pop in on them, “Just got a ping, might be closer to our pick-up than I think.”

Obi-Wan spared him a delicate snort, both of them knowing that Cody rarely misjudged a distance. The man had been slowing down in incremental steps, breathing so steady it had to be intentional. He tamped down on his worry, not wanting it to swamp him with the fatigue that he was keeping at bay with positive thoughts. It was slow going, but at least they didn’t have much of a reason to be out of breath.

He tilted his head closer to Obi-Wan's for a moment, counting the breaths. Not too much of a reason, anyway.

The temperature gauge in one corner of his HUD registered the climbing temperature, mostly through the tint of infrared he had turned on a couple of check-points back, when the dust had first begun to settle. It wasn’t on so much for the clankers as it was his general, a quicker way of tracking vitals than trying to see how much blood was soaking through the compression bandage. The method was also better for his sanity, as well, despite how often he and Kenobi had cracked jokes about it being one of the first casualties, right next to their senses of humor.

Both of them were relying more on the Force now to communicate, silent as it was with Obi-Wan's focus being riveted to managing his wound and being conscious enough to drag his feet after Cody’s slow gait, so he had only the most marginal of ideas that he was walking with the living instead of someone with one foot already set to march. It made the crackle of static on his comms, a precursor to a rigged communication line being patched through, breath-taking.

“Commander?”

Exhaling roughly, he flicked his eyes to the gleaming icon in the corner of his HUD, activating the incoming line, “Name and rank.”

He supposed his clipped adherence to protocol could be forgiven, given the whoop of delight that served as both an answer and an identification. It made him grin, broad enough to confuse his HUD, “Good to hear you, trooper. Got a medic on hand?”

There was a murmured shit on the other side, “Sure do, Commander. How many do you need?”

Obi-Wan stirred in his arm, noticing that their usual was different but not entirely cognizant of why. He shushed his general, fingers aching with the need to curl around the man, to be safe in their quarters. He did one last visual sweep of the area, knowing they were within eyesight of the rendezvous point. It would have to be good enough.

Just in case, he lit the ’saber, the familiar, protective blue held in front of the both of them in deadly form. It wasn’t a true Soresu, but the spirit of it was encapsulated in the way Cody was unaltered in his protection of Kenobi, a bubble of determination that could not be broached.

“Just the one, Whoop,” Cody replied, holding Obi-Wan close, “We’ll see you there.”

Author's Notes

Written for the 2023 @codywanreversebang, based upon @artbowls' wonderful art piece , alongside fellow writer @thejediandthemandalorian (their fic here). Both were fantastic to work with!

Do I know what a tarpa root is? Nope. It's completely made-up, pretend it's a Space Potato.

I really enjoyed the new OCs, troopers Iron, Whoop, Booker, and Captain Sixes - hopefully I'll have some opportunity in future works to add them in.

#star wars #codywan #my stories #codywan reverse bang

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direwolfrules · 1 year

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Star War As Star Trek AU: I Still Don't Have A Coherent Plot Idea But Here's Quinlan

At first I thought I'd make our favorite psychometric Kiffar some sort of Garak equivalent. But then, I remembered something. Quinlan is a being of chaos who comes in, flirts, and leaves devastation in his wake. There is only one character in Trek who could possibly fit (that doesn’t have god-like powers anyway).

That's right. Quinlan's now the Lwaxana Troi of this AU.

He comes in, flirts platonically with Obi-Wan, makes Cody want to throw him out an airlock, helps Anakin almost blow up the warp core, and calls Rex "Mr. Fetch".

He's still psychometric, an ability that I'm planning to make a common Kiffar ability.

I want to say he's an important member of Starfleet Intellegence. Like, a Commodore or Rear Admiral. It's only Cody's love of proper procedure and respect for rank that keeps him from tossing Quinlan into the holodeck with the safety protocols off.

When Korkie comes into the picture Quinlan acts as fun uncle Quin, giving the kid advice on life and how to flirt. Korkie ignores most of this, because he has sense, and because his grandpa made sure he got the talk (Adonai was not going to let another generation of his family forget birth control exists — *cough* Satine *cough* — or that healthy relationships have things like boundaries and respect — *cough* Bo-Katan *cough*).

Quinlan’s version of “The Dark Pages” repressed memory is his great-aunt forcing him to hold his parents Guardian Badges and experience their murders psychometrically. (This is an actual thing that happened in Legends. Evil great-aunt Tinté was a horrible old lady.)

At one point everyone thinks Quinlan’s defected to the Confederacy, and Obi-Wan’s feeling all betrayed. Lots of “how could he do this?!” angst moments. Starfleet Intelligence interrogates him like seventy times because he was one of Quinlan’s best friends. Siri’s placed on temporary leave from her position at Intelligence, and Aayla’s promotion to Captain suddenly isn’t happening.

Then Obi-Wan gets assigned a mission to pick up a deep cover operative and a Confederacy defector and surprise! It’s Quinlan and Ventress.

The whole defection was an undercover assignment and the treatment everyone got was meant to sell the ruse. Starfleet got intel that Ventress wanted to defect, sent in Quinlan, and the rest is history. Except for those Confederacy ships priming weapons, maybe you wanna get us out of here Obi?!

Everyone on the Resolute notices Quinlan and Ventress are a lot closer than they should be, because they're about as subtle as a brick to the face and are constantly making out in crowded hallways. Obi-Wan tries to talk to him about it, but Quinlan's playing dumb and after the last 2 months Obi-Wan just doesn't have the energy. To borrow a Voyager quote:

Quinlan: How the hell do you know when we're having intimate relations?

Obi-Wan: There is no one on Deck 9, Section 12 who doesn't know when you're having intimate relations.

#star wars #korkie kryze #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #star wars as star trek au #quinlan vos #obi wan kenobi #asajj ventress #quinlan vos x ventress #ventress #Star Trek #korkie kenobi #vostress

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cj-kenobi · 3 years

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i feel like this probably has also been done but,, u know

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #my art <3 #theyre boyfriends your honour #codywan #i love them #cody is about to throw obi-wan out of an airlock #he'd be right to

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ayo-cowbelly · 3 years

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ok but what if obi wan mentioned anidala on accident

ok so literally everyone in the gffa knows about anakin and padme being together, to a certain extent, but anidala are oblivious and they don’t know that everyone else knows.

so what if one day, obi wan flippantly mentions something about anakin and padme.

and anakin is like “ummMMMmMMmM togEthEr? nO... certaiNly nOt. what is LoVe? iVe nEver heaRd of iT. wHo iS paDmE again?”

so many voice cracks, blushing, tripping on his own feet

ahsoka is dying on the floor laughing

obi wan just stares at him for a second, like “i know your game” and then just says, “ah yes. of course. I suppose I was mistaken” then he moves on

anakin leans on the wall like “phew that was close”

ahsoka’s howling with laughter in the corner and trash son anakin can’t figure out why

obi wan, to cody: has he always been this way?

cody: you're the one who raised him

obi wan: well i was certainly never that dramatic

cody: i don’t know how hard you’re bullshitting me right now but it better be a lot

rex is banging his head against a wall

why can’t everyone stop being Like This

he just sighs

he’s the only one with a braincell

cody, to rex: if i throw myself out the airlock are you cool to take over as marshal commander

rex, who is so damn exhausted: please no

later on they’re on shore leave on naboo and ahsoka (this is when she’s still young, and she knows about anidala but doesn’t know it’s a *secret*), who’s never been there before and wants a tour, says “so master, you must know naboo pretty well, since you come here with senator amidala a lot, right?”

anakin says “whAt? i’ve never been here in my life. this is the ugliest planet i’ve ever seen. i hate it here. i would certainly never visit.”

rex, done with the bullshit, is like “of course sir. makes so much sense, even though you’re the hero of naboo and all.”

anakin doesn’t get the sarcasm

we all know this happened at some point, and trash son anakin thinks he’s the best darn secret keeper in the world

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skyguy-snips · 2 years

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Chapter 3: A Clone

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note: womp. this one was ouchies but i like it a lot! :) let me know what you think, i'd love any and all feedback! happy reading xoxo

As they arrived over Rishi moon, Obi-Wan paced anxiously through the ship.

“Dad, you gotta stop,” Liana called from the cockpit, scanning the channels for any incoming messages.

“I know, I know. I just--” he stopped, finally sitting back down in the copilot chair, “what if something happened and he’s gone?”

Liana spun her chair to face him.

“My buir is the most stubborn person in the galaxy, even more so than you. I’m sure we’ll figure this out,” she said. Obi-Wan nodded.

“He is stubborn, isn’t he?” he joked, a small smile on his face. Liana just laughed, hearing a call come in.

The voice was severely distorted, but they provided the proper codes that Ahsoka had agreed upon, so they docked with the ship after it emerged from behind the moon. Liana noticed Obi-Wan’s hand subtly hovering over his saber that was concealed under his tunic, much like she was doing with the blaster in the waistband of her pants.

The doors slid open a few seconds later and Ahsoka walked through.

“Ahsoka!” Liana shouted, running up and throwing her arms around her. Ahsoka hugged her back just as tight.

“Li, it’s so good to finally see you. It’s been years.”

They parted as Obi-Wan approached and gave her a hug. While they were distracted, Liana noticed movement from the other side of the airlock. She stiffened and pulled her blaster as footsteps neared. As the figure came into view, all she could see was white and blue plastoid, the same blue that marched into her home and killed the people she loved.

She was about to pull the trigger for a fatal headshot when the man in front of her shouted.

“Wait, Liana!”

She froze, lowering the blaster slightly to look at the man in front of her.

Rex?

She leveled the blaster back at his head and he raised his hands in alarm.

“Li, no it’s okay. I promise,” Ahsoka said, stepping between the barrel and Rex. “Just let us explain.”

Liana didn’t move for a few moments before she slowly lowered her blaster. She saw her father deactivate his lightsaber out of the corner of her eye.

“Explain. Now.”

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“Wait, so there are chips in all of the clones? And it’s controlling them?” Liana said, rubbing her temple. Rex nodded.

“When the order was given, I only had a few seconds to warn Ahsoka before it took over and I ordered a ship-wide hunt for her. Luckily she zapped me and removed the chip before it was too late,” Rex said.

“So it’s removable?” Obi-Wan asked, not daring to get his hopes up.

“I did it with three astromechs and a surgical pod,” Ahsoka said, wincing in apology at Rex’s grimace.

“So we go after Cody!” Liana shouted, standing from her seat and turning to look at her father. Obi-Wan merely frowned, avoiding eye contact. “Dad?”

“Liana, we know where he is but that doesn’t mean we can get to him. The other troopers we’ve rescued have been out on missions. He’s stationed on a super star destroyer for the foreseeable future,” Rex explained. “I want to get him out too, I swear. But it’s too big of a risk.”

“A risk?” Liana snapped. “I’m well aware that it’s a risk, Rex. But I’m not just going to sit here while my buir is being mind controlled.”

Rex startled at the Mando’a term, turning towards Obi-Wan. “Buir? Cody?”

“Cody and I were-- are, together. Only one or two people knew, just to make sure Cody wasn’t punished,” Obi-Wan said.

“I knew there was something going on, but I didn’t think the bastard had gotten far enough to be buir,” Rex said, scrubbing a hand over his hair, turning back to Liana. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” she replied.

“I may know of a group that could find a way to get Cody off of the ship. I can’t guarantee anything, but it’s worth a shot,” Rex said, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“We’ll take whatever help you can provide, Rex,” Obi-Wan replied. Rex stood with a nod, both him and Ahsoka moving back through the airlock to reach out to his contact. Liana went to follow them, but a light grip on her wrist stopped her.

“What?” she asked, turning to look at her father over her shoulder.

“You can’t go with them,” Obi-Wan said. She fully faced him then, pulling her wrist out of his grip.

“And why not? I thought you of all people would be volunteering to bring him home,” she countered.

“If the Emperor or his apprentice are on that ship, neither of us will make it off alive. I’m not putting either of our lives at stake like that,” Obi-Wan said.

“If there’s a ground mission, I’m going to be there. I’m not arguing about this anymore, I can’t just sit around waiting,” Liana argued. Obi-Wan just sighed.

“I understand. But the minute something goes wrong, you have to get out of there. You cannot end up on that ship under any circumstances.”

“I won’t.”

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“A squad should be coming by any second,” Rex whispered next to Liana, his binoc’s trained on the other side of the clearing. His contact, a group of rogue defective clones apparently, successfully hacked into a minor system and sent a request for Cody and a squad to be sent out.

Wolffe was a few paces behind them, watching their backs as they quietly waited. Rex had gotten him out a few weeks ago, and he was immediately on board to save their older brother.

Rex did another sweep of the area, still not seeing them. There was a startled grunt from behind them and they turned to watch Wolffe drop to the ground, a stun blast knocking him out.

“Kark!” Rex shouted, spinning around and pulling his DC-17 from its holster. He wasn’t quick enough, and he dropped as another stun bolt came from the forest. Liana still couldn’t see their attackers, so she dropped to a crouch next to Rex to make sure he wasn’t seriously injured.

“Don’t move,” a modulated voice ordered as she felt the barrel of a blaster rest against her temple. She slowly put her hands up in surrender, her mind racing to come up with a way to escape. Her father’s warning about the ship echoed in her mind, and she felt dread pool in her stomach.

The trooper roughly yanked her up, securing cuffs on her wrists behind her back. He began leading her across the clearing and through the forest towards a waiting shuttle.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, squirming in his grip.

“Quiet,” the trooper growled, tightening his hold. He placed her in a holding cell, a ray shield blinking on to keep her contained for the duration of their journey. She stood against the far wall, watching the troopers stand guard as one of them, the one that had cuffed her, stood and stared at her.

She just glared at him, waiting for her opportunity to escape. All thoughts fled her mind, however, when the trooper removed his helmet.

“Buir?” she gasped. She would know that defined scar and dark curly hair anywhere. “Dad, please. Listen to me. You have to fight against the inhibitor chip. I know this isn’t you.”

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards the ray shield. Towards her father.

Cody watched her with a neutral expression.

“Buir, please,” she begged, leaning towards him as much as the cuffs would allow. She must have crossed a line, however, because he quickly raised his blaster and aimed it at her head.

“Stop talking,” he ordered. She studied him, noticing the slight tremble of his hands and the sweat beading on his forehead. She did what she was told, stepping away from the ray shield and sitting against the far wall. “Lord Vader wishes to speak to you.”

There was that name again. Vader.

As the shuttle docked in the hangar of the super star destroyer, the ray shield blinked off and Cody led her through several different halls. She stole glances at him, his usually warm expression replaced with severe neutrality.

He stopped outside of a nondescript room, keying in a code that made the door slide open. Inside it was nearly empty, save for a tilted table with straps on it for a prisoner’s wrists and ankles. She began to struggle in Cody’s hold, and he shoved her roughly towards the table. Two other troopers held her down while her father secured the restraints, tightening them to the point of pain.

Liana tried to catch his eyes, but he was pointedly ignoring her as much as possible. He turned and left without another word, leaving her completely alone in the cavernous room.

What seemed like hours later, Cody came back. He stood in front of her, helmet back in its place on his head. The blank white armor looked wrong in place of the golden color she had grown used to.

“Buir,” she pleaded again. “Please.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and when he did, he showed no sign that he was listening to her pleas.

“Where is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

She kept her mouth closed and ground her teeth together. So, this is why she was here. Cody repeated his question, moving to a control panel a few paces away. She had noticed the wires connecting it to her chair, but she only then realized exactly what they were for.

She just glared ahead, not uttering a single word.

The volts of electricity were all consuming, causing her back to arch up off of the table. She barely managed to hold in a scream from the pain, but the shocks only lasted a few seconds before Cody repeated the question again.

This pattern went on for a while, Liana losing moments of consciousness here and there. When she woke again, there was a figure clad in all black in front of her, with another just behind his shoulder. The latter was much taller, and his breathing was loud and mechanical, almost echoing in the large room. Cody was still there, helmet off now, standing to the side at parade rest.

Then the first figure spoke.

“Liana Kenobi. Such a pleasure to have you on board today,” he said. Liana realized with a start that Emperor Palpatine was currently standing right in front of her.

“I’d have to disagree,” she spat. The man just chuckled.

“I’d like to introduce you to my apprentice, Lord Vader,” Palpatine continued. “I hear you two are well acquainted.”

Liana scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Funny. I’ve never met your little attack dog before.”

“Oh?” Palpatine said. “You mean to tell me you don’t recognize your own adoptive brother?”

Liana stiffened at that. Her father hadn’t fully explained what happened as the war finally ended, but she knew her brother had died.

“No, Anakin died at the end of the war. You’re lying.”

“In a way, he did die. Anakin Skywalker as you knew him no longer exists. The man before you is more machine now, thanks to Obi-Wan Kenobi, and embedded in the Dark Side,” Palpatine said. Liana turned her gaze to Vader. She could feel his eyes behind the helmet staring back at her.

“Anakin?” she whispered, knowing in her heart that Palpatine was telling the truth. Vader didn’t move a muscle.

“Now, you have refused to answer my commander’s questions. I think you need a bit more motivation,” Palpatine said, motioning to Vader.

The man raised a hand, and at first it seemed like nothing was happening. Then, Liana’s head jerked to the side when she heard Cody choke out a cough, his hands coming to scrabble at the invisible hand tightening around his neck.

“No, stop it!” she shouted, pulling violently against her restraints. Her right wrist slipped free from the leather strap, but a volt of electricity stopped her from getting any further. She screamed in pain until it subsided. She opened her eyes to see her father hanging a foot off of the ground, his legs kicking as he struggled for air.

“Buir, no! Anakin, please, don’t do this!” she screamed, panic seizing her. She watched for a few more seconds before she shouted again.

“Alright, stop! I’ll tell you, just don’t hurt him,” she said, watching as Vader threw him against the wall with a wave of his hand, a sickening thud echoing through the room as his head collided with the steel surface and he crumpled to the ground.

“Buir, was it?” Palpatine chuckled. “What a shame.”

Sobs wracked Liana’s body as she willed her father to get up. He had to be okay.

“Where is Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Palpatine asked again. Liana glanced at Cody one more time before lying through her teeth.

“Dantooine. He’s on Dantooine.”

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They eventually moved her to a holding cell deep in the ship. She had no idea how long she had been missing for, and was sure Obi-Wan was in a full blown panic.

She paced along the length of the cell, trying to find a flaw in its design that she could exploit. She was drawn from her thoughts when the ray shield blinked off. She paused, slowly backing towards the far corner. It was never anything good when someone came into the cell with her.

A trooper with their helmet on came around the corner, and after a moment she realized it was Cody.

“What do you want?” she spat, still trying to scoot farther away from him. His hands slowly came up and removed the helmet.

Liana’s breath caught in her throat when she saw the glazed look in his eyes. He stared off into the distance as she watched him.

“... Cody?” she softly asked, taking a few steps closer. He blinked a few times before looking at her.

“We need to go.”

Liana frowned. “What do you mean? Taking me back for another beating, then?”

Cody shook his head, turning and walking out of the cell without a word. She quickly followed him, her light jog only slightly hindered by the cuffs around her wrists. Instead of turning right towards the usual interrogation room, he turned left as he put his helmet back on and grabbed the bar connecting her cuffs. He pulled her behind him, and none of the troopers in the halls spared them a second glance.

They arrived in a hangar and Cody walked them over to a large shuttle tucked into an empty corner by the bay doors. He glanced around before he undid her cuffs.

“Wait, wha--”

“I don’t know what’s going on. I feel like I know you, why do I know you? You can’t stay here. The Emperor and Lord Vader are not here, so you should leave while you can,” Cody said frantically.

“Hey, slow down. You do know me, and you don’t belong here either. Come with me,” Liana begged, grabbing his hand. Cody considered it before he shook his head.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

With that he pulled his hand from her grasp and walked away. She watched him for less than a second before she snagged a blaster from the crate beside her and switched it to stun. As she took aim, she mumbled out an apology.

“I’m sorry, buir.”

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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'ullo! Dicky here, what do you think about a song prompt? I give you the song and the ship and you let the song guide you??? Ship: Obikin Song: Help by Hurts Prompt: Aftermath of Satine's death By the way, I love your blog (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

(hello!! heck yeah you can!! oh man i haven’t listened to hurts since devotion came out, it’s so strange to listen to them again, so thank you for the rec ゞ(´ε｀●) i’m so flattered you like my blog (always lovely to find another on the spectrum!), i’m having so much fun with it and all you lovely people.

is this what you wanted?? because anakin fought my ass the entire time and i hope you like it anyway!)

Anakin had not seen his master grieve for Qui-Gon. In the whirlwind of the battle, and the funeral, and the celebrations, and then trying to figure out where he fit in a temple he was not raised in, Anakin just... hadn’t noticed Obi-Wan dealing with Qui-Gon’s death after Naboo.

It’s only now, watching Obi-Wan return to the Negotiator that Anakin realises that that had been by design.

Because Obi-Wan debriefs Cody like it’s nothing, accepts his reprimand from the whole council on holocomm like it doesn’t hurt, and then asks Anakin how the 501st is doing like he hadn’t just held the love of his life as she died in his arms.

And the thought makes the dragon in Anakin’s chest so unfathomably angry he doesn’t even—

“Anakin, are you quite alright?”

“I’m going to throw you out the airlock.”

Obi-Wan blinks at him with sincere surprise, and that just makes it worse. “I beg your pardon?” he asks calmly, pausing in the hall on the way to his quarters. Anakin technically has to get back to the Resolute, technically has to help sort out this entire mess of a mission, technically has to step up and be a proper general and Jedi and do his job, but Obi-Wan has always been more important than all that anyways.

Anakin takes a deep breath to stop himself from yelling, bolstering the Force around himself, because surely Obi-Wan isn’t actually this heartless, isn’t actually this put-together and proper, he can’t be. “Didn’t she mean anything to you?”

Obi-Wan’s brows twitch before smoothing back into blank indifference. “I surely don’t know what you mean.”

“Satine, Obi-Wan!” Anakin jerks his hand in the vague direction of the nearest viewport, though it’s only hyperspace rushing by. “How can you just prance around like she wasn’t just murdered right in front of you? Like she meant nothing? You’re the perfect Jedi, I get it, but you can’t just—”

Obi-Wan grabs his wrist before he can gesture again, grip too tight as his chest jerks. “Do not,” he says, just short of gasping, “presume to know what I’m feeling at this moment, Anakin.”

Anakin stops from ripping himself free, startled by the way Obi-Wan will not meet his eye. Force, now that Anakin's been forced to pay attention, his master looks awful, skin almost translucent and eyes over-bright, a gauntness to his cheeks that Anakin doesn't remember there being before. The fingers that hold his wrist tremble, and Obi-Wan's whole body leans away from him as if expecting to be struck, as if preparing to run.

It's so out of character, this fear, that Anakin forgets everything he planned to say.

"Do not... mistake my control for apathy." Obi-Wan slowly releases him like it physically hurts to, and Anakin wishes he understood the expression that he can't quite will back to calm and collected.

"Obi-Wan," he starts, but his usual quick-thinking fails him immediately.

"Just because I do not rage does not mean I am not filled with fury." He takes a step away and clenches his fists instead, and Anakin realises he's never been on the receiving end of Obi-Wan truly angry, not like this. "Have you learned nothing from me, Anakin?"

And then Anakin's a padawan again, after another fit of temper at another inappropriate time, scuffing his shoe under his master's disappointed gaze. Force, but he always hated upsetting him.

"Master, I..." He swallows and has to look away, clenching his jaw.

"A Jedi cannot be controlled by their emotions, we cannot let our... feelings dictate our actions. I went after Satine against the council's wishes, I let my fear control me, and she paid the price. Do not presume that what you see is all there is to know."

"So you cannot grieve?" Anakin snaps, rallying his anger like a shield. "You can't even admit if it was your fault?"

The Force flashes a warning, like it does before blood is spilt, like before everything goes to kriffing hell, and Anakin freezes as Obi-Wan leans into his space with a snarl. "I only appear not to have blood on my hands, because Satine did not bleed."

Anakin lets him whirl around towards his room, and does not follow.

Only once the watchguard cycles over does Anakin sneak back towards the command quarters, dodging his own men and Obi-Wan's with practiced ease. He resolutely doesn’t think as he goes, because he’ll chicken out if he does, and he knows he can’t leave things the way they had.

The way he had. Kriff.

He keys in the code for the door and tries to ignore the way Obi-Wan’s shields slam up around his mind. His old master sits on his bunk with his back to the wall, shirtless in the warmth of his quarters, and he barely looks up as Anakin shuts the door behind himself.

He looks him over, the bruising from the fight with Maul that he should have gotten checked out, the way the blanket pools around his waist, and notes with disdain that it doesn’t look like he’s cried even a little bit.

Sighing, Anakin toes out of his boots and leaves them next to Obi-Wan’s on the mat by the door, before padding softly the rest of the way into the room. He’s here to help, not antagonise Obi-Wan, so he eases himself onto the floor by the bunk, close enough that Obi-Wan can reach for him if he wishes, but far enough away that he can ignore him instead, if that’s what he needs.

“Master, I... wanted to apologise.” He shuffles uncomfortably. “You know how my mind gets ahead of me, I didn’t...”

“I’m too tired to lecture you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says softly, and Anakin mentally curses.

“No, that’s not—” Exhaling harshly through his nose, Anakin takes a moment to get his anger back under control before trying again. “I know you don’t let anyone around when you’re hurting, and you sure as hell weren’t going to ask Cody, and I just. Didn’t want you to be alone.”

The silence that settles over them isn’t quite as heavy as it was before, but it isn’t good either. Anakin had tried telling himself that he’d be alright if Obi-Wan didn’t forgive him, that just saying the words was more important because this wasn’t about him, but that doesn’t stop the hurt.

Then, so quietly Anakin almost misses it, Obi-Wan says, “I almost left the Order.”

Sighing, Anakin drops his head back onto the mattress and glares up at the ceiling. “If Satine had asked, I know.”

“I was going to leave after my trials.” But that was years after his time with Satine, and she hadn’t actually asked him to, had she? “I couldn’t abandon my apprenticeship, I owed Qui-Gon far too much for that, but I... I stayed for you.”

Anakin’s throat closes like a dam, his body going rigid: he’s heard this story, that Qui-Gon had begged Obi-Wan with his dying breath to train him, that Anakin was a padawan of obligation. This story has passed the lips of every initiate and knight in the Order, whispered where they think Anakin won’t hear. Part of him has known not to expect more of his bond with Obi-Wan, but if Anakin is good at anything, it’s caring so recklessly that there’s nothing left of him by the end.

“Obi-Wan,” he growls, but Obi-Wan doesn’t give him the chance to continue.

“I stayed because you needed a family, whatever Qui-Gon asked me be damned,” he says firmly, with more bitterness than Anakin expected. “You were a child, Anakin, I stayed for you, and I do not regret it.”

Oh. But that... is somehow much, much worse, Anakin decides, watching Obi-Wan’s expression crumble at the edges before he can right it again. It’s worse than thinking himself a last choice, a pet project, a karking final request, because this means... Obi-Wan actually cared, right from the beginning, and Anakin hadn’t seen it.

He still finds himself asking, “But Satine...?”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighs, and holds out a hand. Compelled, Anakin takes it and lets Obi-Wan curl them both in his lap. “I loved her, I will always love her, I don’t know if I will ever love anyone as I did Satine, but I would not have traded a life with her for the years I’ve had with you.”

“Stop,” Anakin chokes out, feeling like his lungs are shrinking in his chest. “Force, you can’t just— Obi-Wan.”

“I can’t what, padawan? Master Yoda didn’t want me to train you, despite the council’s wishes, and I would have left with you then. I was prepared to train you away from the Temple, and if you had asked us to leave any time after that, I would have.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he finally manages, glad it’s his flesh hand in Obi-Wan’s so he can’t crush it in his grip.

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Because you needed to hear it.”

“This isn’t about me. I came here to comfort you, you can’t just— How are you so calm?”

“I’m not, my dear Ani.” He squeezes his hand in return, leaning closer. “But you seemed to misunderstand my relationship with Satine. There was a time I would have left the Order for her, there was a time I almost did, but I... would still leave for you, if you asked.”

“Holy kark, stop talking.”

Stop before he says something he regrets, or thinks he can take back, or thinks Anakin can handle when he can’t.

Obi-Wan blinks at him in surprise, and maybe Anakin is broadcasting, but he doesn't care. He hauls himself up onto the bunk right into Obi-Wan's space, pulling their joined hands against his chest to stare at him helplessly. Obi-Wan stares back as if startled by their closeness, but doesn't push him away.

"You can't say things like that," Anakin finally decides on. "You can't leave the Order, the council would fall apart without you, you're the perfect Jedi."

"I can assure you I'm not."

"But you are.”

Obi-Wan lets out a little breath and leans the rest of the way in, setting his foreheads against Anakin’s as if they’ve always done this. “Not with you.”

Which explains so much, and yet nothing at all.

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wtfamidoing-fam · 4 years

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Codywan prompt (4/6)

Hello there I’ve been wrestling with this for a while so I’m just gonna dump this out here. Let me know what you think! Written from a promt that SWmoddy released to find a good home!

I make no excuses for this shinanagians.

enjoy.

Cody woke up to three shit eating grin’s and a huge headache.

Cody woke up with the taste of something dead and dry in his mouth, some asshole was slamming the door to the sleeping area, repeatedly. With a tremendous amount of energy Cody pried one of his eyes open, Wolffe stood my the door the bastard smiled happily as he loudly placed a cup of caff down on the crate beside the rack.

“Kote! You said some very interesting things last night. Anything you want to share, with your dear old batchmate?” After a carful moment of deliberation Cody retreated silently to the warmth and darkness of his rack, ignoring Wolffe from the moment. Cody’s addled mind was not quite up to the task of reminding him exactly what exactly Wolffe was so pleased about but he hid anyway.

It did not work as well as he would have liked, as Wolffe made short work out of blanket haven reveling him to the pale light in the barracks. Cody squinted for a short moment before the feeling of an virboblade being shoved though his eye socket forced him to screw them shut and roll over mashing his face into his pillow.

“Soooo,” Wolffe sing songed over Cody mumbled protests. “are you going to tell me that te dajunar is or who I’m helping you get vengeance on? Or are you going to continue to hid in your pillow?” Cody rolled over as the memories of what exactly happened last night crashed into him. So much about forgetting his spiraling feeling for a night. Cody groaned.

“Well that was embarrassing.”

“Yep.”

“and you know now that it’s Kenobi?”

“anyone that speaks Mandalorian knows.”

Cody swore quietly.

“If it helps your not the only one? I mean I’m pretty sure Bly is head over heels for his General.” Wolffe said hesitantly.

“Really?” Cody had to think a moment before connecting Bly to General Vos’s padawan, a young blue twi'lek if Cody remembered. Much calmer then Skywalker if Cody was to judge. Good for Bly, he was always the more quite ones.

Wolffe took Cody’s contemplative silence as encouragement and continued on.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure half the shinnies these days come out with a pre-programed hero worship and crush on at least one Jedi.” Wolffe continued picking up steam in his clumsy efforts to make Cody feel better about his plight. “Some of them even have a crush on General Buir!” Wolffe added on, content to throw some shines under the into the airlock for the moment.

Cody tiredly swing his protesting body up before turn to squint blearily up at his brother. “I bet they can keep their mouth shut about it at least.” Before resigning himself to consciousness, and grabbing at the offered caff. He took a long pull from it before caff, which was predictably terrible, before carefully peering around the room which was suspiciously empty except for Wolffe.

Eventually he spoke. “Uh yeah, I don’t think they have your habit of just blurting out there feelings when they are unguarded, but at least Kenobi does not speak Mandalorian. Or at least I don’t think he does.” Wolffe said he was probably suffering under the pressure of keeping his face straight and supressing his more asshole like behaviour for Cody’s sake.

“He would have said something by now if that was the case. I just don’t know what to do Wolffe.” Cody whined. Leaning his head on Wolffe’s side. He was always a tactile person, but felt uncomfortable leaning on the brothers under his command like that. Wolffe was safe though.

Wolffe who was secretly just as tactile as Cody was leaned into it.

“Well Kenobi a good jedi and as choices go I think the Jedi are generally a good choice? I mean its not like your going crazy over some nat born with more evolution then sense?” Wolffe offered hesitantly.

“But he’s my Commanding officer, and he likes women. And every time I do something to distract myself or work my way out of this stupid crush something like this happens and all I think think about is how kind, and strong, and pretty he is. Or his sense of humor of how he makes everything in this war seem to slow down just a touch so its manageable, or how he carefully plans every encounter in this war to limit casualties, or how he takes part of remembrance and then I’m back to square one, staring at his sheebs while he talks to the other generals!.” Cody barfed out into the space between them.

Thankfully Wolffe did not tell Cody it was okay, it wasn’t. Even if Kenobi wanted a relationship with Cody, it would not work, kirff Cody could barely bring himself to call him Kenobi, let alone his name. And Cody was a lot of things, but he does not think that he could bring himself to try and court a superior officer. Or what would happen with the chain of command. Cody was also a better Jedi then to mess up the chain of command with a interpersonal relationship, unlike some other Jedi.

Cody never wanted to compromise the Gar, and was sure Kenobi felt the same, if he felt anything for Cody that was.

Underneath him Cody could feel Wolffe sigh.

“Lek, I can see that. Force knows we don’t need another romantic disaster duo like Amadala and Skywalker. But I don’t think he only like women?” Wolffe trailed off hesitantly “I mean I hear General Buir talk about Kenobi a lot, Apparently he’s considered as kind of orphan linage wise. And the older master like to keep an eye out for him. Apparently Kenobi used to have a thing with General Vos when they were younger? I mean there’s still hope there?” Wolffe trialed off, awkwardly stumbling though a conversation that Cody was reasonably sure he was not expecting.

“That does not actually make it better.” Cody grumbled while straightening himself.

“But now that you know I may need your help.” Cody said thinking of three particular troopers that seemed to be at the heart of everything at the moment.

“Oh?” Wolffe said relaxing into a much more familiar conversation.

“ You know the old stories that Fett used to tell us from Mandalore? The ones about the battling riduur?”

“The ones that fist started adoption? Or the warrior ones?”

“The combat ones, well I think the 212th are trying to encourage Kenobi and I into a relationship to emulate that.”

“Wolffe looked down with an assessing shine in his eye. “I can see it, you would make quite the pair.”

Cody studiously ignored him.

“Waxer found out about my feelings and pulled Boil into it, and the got the entire 212th in on it. And now they won’t stop trying to get us together. If it goes on any longer the generals going to start asking questions, and I you can’t lie to Jedi.”

“Hate to say it Vod’e but I don’t think we will quite be able to get them to stop.” Wolffe said.

“Oh I know that, if they were going to stop it would have happened after the third time I made them run laps in full kit. No I want help discouraging them from there more overt plans.”

“Hmmm, said Wolffe, a interested gleam in his eye.

“That I think we can manage, his face splitting into a grin that would have Waxer quacking in his meddling boots.

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The 212th was getting ready to disembark, Cody was calmly discussing the intake of supplies and munitions with the general, going over everything and making sure there was enough to last the first leg of the campaign before they met up with High General Plo Koon for resupply in above Ondo before starting an attack on Kerkoidia. As part of a push towards Enarc in order to better fortify Naboo.

The orders did not make much sense to Cody and if Cody did not miss his mark, or the worried fold of skin between Kenobi’s brows, he would guess that Kenobi did not quite understand the logic behind it either. But apparently the chancellor himself asked that the 212th and Obi-wan secure the area around Naboo, which was slowly being encroached on by Separatist[lp1] space. So off the 212th went, to what if history provide true would be a truly awful battle, the 212th always seemed to be in the middle of the worst of the fighting, no matter where they went. I was kind of like the separatists particularly wanted Kenobi dead and were some how tracking him. Not that any of them had succeeded in that effort. But Cody knew most of the seppies generals by sight, which is not something he could say for the High Generals he served under. It was kind of depressing honestly.

Cody was in a conversation with the General when it happened. Kenobi was the first one to notice it, as he trailed off in the middle of a sentence and looked around the storage area they were in eyes quizzically bouncing from trooper to trooper. When Obi-wan he folded his hands in front of him and did what the 212th called the Jedi sense beard stroke.

“Sir?” Cody asked looking around at his brothers who were moving much more stiffly then they were before, while they continued loading up the star destroyer. Every so often one of them would twitch with apparent frustration. Catching up to what may be happening, Cody wasted no time, in changing his in buy’ce comm off the locked command frequency and was immediately bombarded with a cheery jingly of

Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a Mandokarla riduur.

Followed by a loop of What’s new Tooka kit. Before it was interrupted by the same message. As Cody switched the com back to the command channels he was glad his helmet hid his spiteful grin. At the spike of emotion from him Kenobi turned to him with an eyebrow raised.

Cody always forgot the whole sensing emotions bit with the Jedi.

Cody did his best to project a calm and satisfied feeling, while smiling under his bucket.

Kenobi’s lip slanted into a slash of a smile before turning back to the reports.

“I trust that everything is under control Commander.” Kenobis eyes darted to the variety of annoyed and frustrated troopers.

“Of course sir.”

In the back ground on of the troops stopped what he was doing and took off his bucket, Cody quietly pressed the button on a small remote in his pocket. Over the ship wide intercom, What’s new Tooka Kit wailed.

Kenobi face was carefully composed as he looked down, face twitching a bit as What’s New Tooka Kit looped for the 7th time.

“I trust the speakers in our office are turned off?” Kenobi asked façade cracking just a little, as the skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Yes sir, the malfunction seems to be concentrated around the troopers barracks rec centers, but has seemed to spare our office and the war room.”

“So long as it is handled before we disembark tomorrow it should be just fine.”

“As you say sir, I’ll meet you in the office?”

Kenobi gave him a clap on the shoulder and then wandered towards there shared working space. Cody stayed behind reviling in his brothers annoyance.

Cody could have swore he say Kenobi’s ears turn pink when Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a Mandokarla riduur. Intrupted the loop.

It was probably the contained amusement Cody went back to watching his brothers turned betrayed faces towards him and gave them his best smile.

It was a good day.

Thanks for reading!

Here is the link to Part 3 : https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/wtfamidoing-fam/190823954394

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