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clonemando · 3 years

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Star Wars Fun in the Sun Submission

This fic was written for @starwarsfandomfests “Summer Fun in the Sun” event. This event was really fun to participate in and I’m glad I joined in. I was given @anaisonfire to write for and chose to write some fluffy Jangobi for you with some bonding between Jango and the clones and Obi-Wan and young Boba. I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the waves lapping at the sand of the beach and the feeling of warm sunlight against his bare skin had Obi-Wan almost dozing in his chair. It had been so long since he could just relax like this and soak in the beauty and sensations of a place instead of worrying about an attack but the war was finally over. A lucky break had come from Fox who had nearly faceplanted onto the council room floor in a combination of his haste to speak with them and complete exhaustion. He had overheard a conversation between Dooku and Palpatine revealing his plans and had recorded it on his helmet cam, giving the Jedi evidence against the now exposed Sith Lord. Dechipping started as soon as they located what it was Palpatine was talking about and within the month, the head had been cut off the snake. Without Palpatine’s funding, a lot of previously Separatist worlds returned to the Republic begging for another chance. Dooku was backed into a corner and he knew it, so he had willingly turned himself into the Jedi council, giving up information on Grievous that led to his capture and the droid army’s shutdown. Things still weren’t perfect. The flaws of the Republic were more obvious than ever. The corruption ran deeper than before. The Clones still didn’t have the rights they deserved.

“What has you frowning like that, cyare? We’re supposed to be on vacation.” Jango’s voice interrupted the downward turn his thoughts had taken and his lips turned up in a warm smile.

“Just thinking about the mess we are not supposed to be thinking about while here. The usual.” He said and Jango snorted when Obi-Wan looked over to soak in the sight of him. Despite seeing his face repeated a million times in the war, none looked quite as handsome as Jango’s own scarred appearance to him.

“That’s fair enough. I keep worrying about Boba.” Jango admitted looking out over where the 212th and 501st were all playing volleyball or splashing in the water or laying in chairs like Jango and Obi-Wan just soaking in the sun. Obi-Wan sighed. Boba was another issue they would have to figure out a solution to. Well, not Boba himself, but how to integrate him into the rest of the family.

“Where is he now?” Obi-Wan asked when he didn’t see the boy in question.

“Inside the hotel room moping. I left him some books to read that I thought he might like so hopefully he’s curled up with one of those at least. I wish I knew how to make it better. I suppose just time with the mind healers for all of us. Watching who he thought was me get their head cut off is not the sort of trauma that goes away in a few months.” Jango murmured rubbing his face and Obi-Wan reached out to squeeze his hand.

“I have to admit it was a big shock to all of us when Dooku revealed you were alive and that the person Mace killed had been one of the clones he had kept personally for purposes such as that. I’m just glad that you survived and that Boba had been able to be located and reunited with you.” He said seriously. Jango nodded.

“If Aurra weren’t already dead I’d kill her again for poisoning him to think I’d want him risking his life that way. I just want him happy and healthy.” He said, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand back. The relationship that had somehow started between them, since Jango was recovered from where he had been imprisoned and had started helping fight for the clones and clean up the mess that he helped make, was the biggest surprise of all. Obi-Wan had always assumed that Jango was a cold heartless person to have made all the clones and treated them so indifferently, however he had realized that the opposite was in fact true. Jango cared greatly for the clones but he had been just as much a prisoner in Palpatine and Dooku’s schemes as they had and he had distanced himself to protect them from being targeted due to Dooku thinking he might use them against him. Finding out Jango had also been implanted with a rudimentary version of the chip also explained a few things and allowed him to be pardoned for the attempted hit on Padme. Of course, a lot of it was still on Jango’s shoulders and he was doing all he could to rectify his actions. Somehow in all the working together to help the clones, Obi-Wan and Jango had become close enough to the point that even Boba and Anakin had been calling them a couple behind their backs. Now they really were.

“Vacations don’t work well when we just lay around and let ourselves worry about things. How about we go join in on the death ball game the boys are playing instead?” He offered and Jango chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“That sounds like a great idea. Just don’t complain when my team crushes you.” He said getting up and waving over at Cody.

“Wait a minute! Cody is my commander! He’s going to be on my team!” Obi-Wan quickly hopped up to follow and get integrated into the teams. Obi-Wan ended up on Rex’s team while Jango had cockily gained Cody’s choice, Cody giving Obi-Wan a fake-apologetic smirk.

“You can’t even hold onto your lightsaber and you expect me to think you can keep a ball?” He teased with a lot of clones’ ‘ooo’s surrounding them.

“Oh it’s on now, my dear, you’ve made a grave mistake.” Obi-Wan had said, moving to huddle with his team. In the end, due to a non-Force use rule, the teams were evenly matched and the game never really got far in either team’s favor. They were all just having fun wrestling a ball from each other and trying to get it to the opposite team’s goal. Eventually, they all decided to split the difference and go change in Anakin’s room so he had to deal with all the sand instead of the losing team’s when they broke for lunch.

Jango managed to convince Boba to come out and join them for the meal and Obi-Wan smiled as the boy enthusiastically told his father about something he had been reading about snails. Seeing the difference in the way he acted when he had thought he lost his father compared to now was a shock. With Jango’s love and support, it was like looking at two different people. Although, the older bitter Boba was still in there and came out around the clones as shown when Cody sat beside Obi-Wan and started to chat causing Boba to quiet and withdraw.

“Can I go to the tide pools and look for the snails once we’re finished here, buir?” Boba asked and Jango nodded.

“Of course. Just be careful.” He agreed and Obi-Wan perked up at the perfect opportunity to try to bond a little with the boy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to come with you Boba. There are lots of little creatures there I’d like to see. Plus those bioluminescent snails sound really fascinating.” He said making sure to show he was listening to what Boba was saying by repeating some back.

“I guess it wouldn’t be bad to have you along. You can probably use your Force thingy to find them more easily.” Boba agreed after a moment of thought and Obi didn’t bother correcting him that the Force didn’t work that way. They quickly finished up the last of their meal and Boba led Obi-Wan towards the rocky area where the tide pools resided. Jango had declined in joining them with a knowing look at his Jedi and made an excuse of needing to call and check in on some work.

“Do you like ocean animals a lot, Boba?” He asked, trying to start a conversation to which the boy shrugged.

“I like all animals. There are so many planets with so many different ways for them to evolve and so many little differences even in species that are mostly the same. It’s cool to see what new things I can find out on each planet my buir and I visit. He used to make it a game we’d play together.” He admitted kicking a rock to splash into one of the little pools of water.

“Jango loves you a lot. You know that him helping the other clones doesn’t change his feelings about you, right?” Obi-Wan asked him and Boba grunted.

“I didn’t invite you to have you try to pick around in my brain. Now get to using your Jetii magics to find me some glowing snails or go back to making dopey looks at my dad and let me do my thing.” He grumbled and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but did his best to feel around them to try to see if he could connect to any of the animals and figure out where the snails could be if they were even there at all.

While sensing the creature’s minds he felt them all diving deeper from what he figured was fear of the two humans encroaching on their homes however suddenly there was a faint rumbling and he gasped when Boba went barreling right into his stomach knocking him back into one of the ponds just in time to keep him from falling into a hole that opened up under where his feet had been.

Boba groaned as they both picked themselves up, equally soaked. “Dang it. Buir specifically told me not to fall in, now he’s going to laugh at me,” he whined.

“Thank you. I’m not even sure what just happened.” Obi-Wan confessed glad he had been in beachwear already, unlike Boba who was trying to wring out his t-shirt without removing it now.

“The rocks here aren’t round and solid like on most beaches. They’re flat and shift around with the tides as well like plates. It was in the book. The change in temperature at different points in the day causes the water currents to shift and then they move. I saw the fish diving and the rock around it start to move. I might not fully like you but my dad does, so letting you get trapped in a hole and drown seemed like the wrong move.” Boba said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts awkwardly.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless. It seems your extra reading saved my life.” He said with a chuckle, stroking his beard out of habit. “It would have been a shame to live through a whole war only to die to a little water and rock.” He said and Boba snorted but relaxed.

“The great Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi done-in by a change in tide while on vacation does sound like a great holonet headline.” He teased and they both continued their search for sea snails a little more carefully, eventually catching a few in a bucket to bring back and show Jango and the clones. Things weren’t perfect, but as Obi-Wan curled close to Jango’s warm chest that night, he found he was okay with that.

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nico-meridius · 3 years

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Fic: The Return of Kote

And here we are at Day 4 for @commandercodyweek ... this particular snippet/moment will likely be expanded into a much larger story.

Day 4: Post-Order 66

Purge trooper Cody

Reuniting with Obi-Wan

Reuniting with Rex and/or any of his other brothers

Scars; survivors

Nightmares; regrets

It didn't happen gradually. One day he woke up, showered, stared himself in the mirror, and for the first time in years, saw himself staring back.

He was no longer CC-2224 former Marshall Commander, turned Purge Trooper. He was once again Kote, and was extremely pissed off.

If there was one thing he was very good at, was going about his daily tasks, while dealing with an internal crisis. He had successfully run the 212th, while trying to figure out his feelings for his General. The only one he hadn't fooled was Rex, his vod had shoved him into a closet and demanded to know what got him so kriffing distracted. In a rare moment of uncontrolled emotion, he broke down and told him he had fallen in love with his Jetii. Rex had looked at him, then laughed. 'No osik ori'vod, everyone knows that'.

Rex. Boil. Wooly. Wolffe. Fox. Bly. How many of his vode were lost in their minds, working for an Empire that created them to destroy their Jetii.

It hadn't taken long to figure out who Darth Vader really was, he was as careless and reckless as when he had led the 501st. The difference was the Stormtroopers were poorly trained and died quickly and by the handful on Vader and Tarkin's whims.

Since he got his mind back, there had been many times he woke from nightmares of finding his General's body floating in a pool of water. But deep down, he had always known that a single shot wouldn't be enough to bring him down. After all if Ventress, Grievous, or Dooku couldn't do it, one trooper with a 50% accuracy rate, sure as hell wasn't going to be able to.

Besides, there was only one person who could rile Skywalker up that quickly. Vader would lose all control, when some poor minion reported that a Jetii had once again freed some of the clones, destroyed Empire property, and generally made a nuisance of himself.

He had no doubt it was Obi-Wan, his cyare. Only he would be reckless in saving Cody's vode from themselves, annoy the osik out of Vader, and being his typical self sacrificing Jetii, who followed the whims of the Force.

He was pretty sure that Skywalker kept him close, as an ace up his mechanical sleeve. Waiting for the moment, to hurt his Master by showcasing he had control over the one person Kenobi loved.

The new bucket he wore as a Purge Trooper wasn't as good as his old one, but it at least covered the epic eyeroll at Skywalker … Vader's antics. The man held onto the light when Satine died, never gave into Maul's anger or hatred. Even with the death of all those he loved and called family, the betrayal of his men - he still fought in the light.

At what point in Vader's childish self centered angry little mind did he think Obi-Wan Kenobi would faint away at the sight of his Commander as a Purge Trooper. Oh no doubt, he would be pissed, likely annoy the kriff out of Vader until he lost his composure (which usually took seconds), then stun his Commander and escape with him.

Which was exactly what happened.

He didn't get a chance to tell him that he was in his right mind, before he was stunned. At least his General learned some of the self preservation he tried to install in him!

He woke with Rex and Wolffe staring down at him, and had never been happier to see their ugly mugs.

"Cody…"

"Kriffin' shut up and help me out of this bed." He yanked on Rex until the two were holding onto each other tightly, then reached over and grabbed Wolffe pulling him into the hug.

"Your chip is out?" Wolffe asked, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"No, it just stopped working. I woke up and was me." He shifted until his feet were dangling over the bed. "I was taking time to figure what was going on. Once I got my bearings, I discovered the Empire based all their codes, files and controls on the GAR ones and would you believe they forgot to revoke my access."

Rex snorted. "I'm sure you used it to your advantage."

"Kriffing hell I did." Cody sighed, and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt old, and knew he was looking beyond his age. "I sabotaged projects, destroyed files, and sent as much information out to the rebellion as I could … "

"It was how we finally found you." Rex couldn't stop touching him. They had him back, after all these years. "Ahoska realized they were getting classified information, and only few people would have that access."

"So you just decided to raid an Imperial base, knowing full well Vader … " He paused, closed his eyes, then glanced past his vode to see the one person he was longing yet terrified to see. "It was your insane idea wasn't it."

"I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by, not when there was a chance to save you." Obi-Wan stepped into the room, his tunics long gone, but still wearing an outfit fitting of a Jetii. "Ner cyare."

He was across the room, desperate to have him in his arms again. Obi-Wan held onto him as tightly, both crying as they held on desperately. "Ni ceta. Ni ceta."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, ner al'verde." Kenobi kissed him softly.

"I should've listened to Fives. Investigated. I swore to protect my vode and did nothing to save them. And from that you lost your family." Kote buried his head into his General's neck. "Ni ceta."

"K'lamon di'dunla." He made sure Kote was looking right at him, then wiped his tears. "K'lamon di'dunla. Help me save the vode, and burn the Empire to the ground."

There was no way he wasn't going to say no.

Many nights later he would learn of two young children, who were the hope for the future. Obi-Wan was determined to protect them, by destroying the monster who had betrayed them.

#codyweek2021 #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #purge trooper cody #order 66 #post 66 #captain rex #commander wolffe

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dankmemes-of-dantooine · 3 years

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Would you feel comfortable writing Obikin or nah?

Or a crack fic like a potluck picnic at the Jedi Temple? 🧐

🧺

So this started out as a little thing and turned into a slow burn multiple chapter monstrosity. 😅😬this first bit is mostly angsty and fluffy but I promise I will update with the second (maybe third parts?) tonight and hopefully tomorrow. This became a slow burn thats torturing ME LOL. I like a lot of lead up. You’ll learn to love this about me. I hope.

Shoulder Your Burden (part one)

It had been a particularly rotten day, even for war.

The 501st and the 212th had been deployed together to a Separatist stronghold though, which meant Obi-Wan and Anakin would be commanding alongside one another.

The council typically tried to avoid situations like this, not only because in the tragic and unlikely event that both units were wiped out, they would lose some of their best men and potentially two of their best generals, but also because anyone that had spent more than fifteen minutes in a room together with Obi-Wan and Anakin was readily privy to the fact that they tended attract chaos and misadventures.

The fact remained, however, that they were two of the Republic’s cleverest, and had navigated themselves out of dozens of ostensibly no-win scenarios in the past, suffering only minor casualties.

Not to mention that this mission had required a degree of ace flying that not many in the galaxy were capable of, and the two men had years of that under their belts.

Due to a miscalculation, or bit of bad information from and informant, they had found themselves in a Separatist ambush today.

And due to an honest mistake and misjudgment on Anakin’s part, they had lost a lot of men. This settled heavy in Anakins stomach like duracrete. The guilt seeped into every fiber of his being. He’d been foolish and now men were dead.

He had thought that splitting the units and having Obi-Wan’s men ambush from behind and drive the droids into a narrow canyon so they could be picked off easily would be the best move. What their informant hadn’t told them, was that there were already droids waiting in the valley to ambush THEM, and what he had effectively done was corner his men and send them into a slaughter. Their plan had been completely reversed on them, and now the canyon was an abattoir reeking of death, and it was his fault.

The battlefield was permeated with the stench of blood and ozone, and spent blaster fire, and Anakin was steadily becoming overwhelmed. The guilt settled in his stomach along with the heavy stench of death suffered due to his mistakes overcame him. He leaned against a large boulder and wretched, becoming sick.

He wiped his mouth, jumping and weaving over the bodies of fallen clones and droids, trying his best to make it through the narrow canyon alive.

He was steadily being swarmed by battle droids when he saw the transport coming in for a landing at about 80 yards out.

Naturally, once again, Obi-Wan was bailing him out.

He picked up pace, jumping over debris and bodies, scanning for survivors.

He spotted a clone struggling to get out from under a piece of ruined machinery, a tank he thought.

He stopped, ducking to avoid blaster fire, and attempted to force push it off the soldier.

A bolt grazed his hand, flames of pain immediately licking his palm all the way up to his shoulder.

He let a frustrated growl of pain, concentration broken momentarily.

“Leave me, sir! There’s too many.”

Anakin shook his head stubbornly, still trying to move the debris.

“No! You’re making it out of here with me.”

The clone shook his head, gesturing to his ruined legs pinned beneath the hunk of metal.

“No sir, I can’t walk. It’s been a pleasure serving, General Skywalker.”

“No, Dozer,” Anakin grit out through the pain.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s force signature tugging at his.

He deflected a rain of blaster bolts with his saber, still not willing to give up on Dozer.

Just then, a droid lobbed a grenade that landed squarely between the two of them. Anakin reeled back instinctively, placing enough distance between him and the explosive to avoid being filled with shrapnel.

“Dozer!”

Anakin felt himself then being pulled backwards into the transport, along with the meager few clones that had managed to survive the attack.

“No!” He thrashed, trying to dive out of the transport back into the battlefield.

Stop! Anakin we have to go.

He wrenched his arm free of whoever had a hold of him, and watched helpless as the transport doors closed. He took an unsteady breath watching from the view port, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe the blood and sweat from his brow. He stayed there for a moment, trying to push the nauseous guilt from his stomach and the vertigo from his head. His ears rung.

He felt the familiar warm hum of his masters force presence before he felt the hand on his shoulder.

“We received bad information,” Obi-Wan began, immediately absolving Anakin from any responsibility or guilt before he’d even appealed for it. It made him mad.

Anakin shook his head, not looking at his master.

“Rex and Hardcase make it out?” He asked darkly, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

“Cody?”

“And Waxer, Boil, and Trapper. All accounted for.”

“At least some of them made it out,” he growled darkly, chewing the inside of his cheek,

“Where’s Ahsoka?”

“Medbay, but she’s fi-“

Anakin had already turned on his heel to stride towards Medical to check on his young padawan. She shouldn’t have even been on this mission, and because of him, she could’ve been killed. They could’ve all been killed.

He ignore the pain singing in his own hand, and pushed forward as he strode through the medbay doors that hissed open in front of him.

“Ahsoka?”

his voice was firmer than he intended, laced with the guilt and panic of having more casualties on his hands.

“Over here, Master,” the tired yet evergreenly cheerful voice of his student resounded from the far corner of the medbay where she was being worked on by a diligent medical droid.

“You’re hurt,” he said firmly, eyebrows knitting together as he sat next to her on the cot.

“I’m sorry,” he started, nodding to the injured hand the med droid was busy with.

“Just a couple of broken fingers, Master. I’ve had worse.”

His battle wearied padawan didn’t even acknowledge he blaster burns on her sides or the superficial cut above her brow. He cursed himself for setting a bad example and ignoring injury, and as he considered his, his own injuries thrummed warmly, reminding him he still needed to attend to his wounds.

“You’re staying at the temple until you’re healed,” he started, not meeting her eye until she issued a whine of protest.

“But Master-“

“Ahsoka,” he warned

She quieted, looking down at her wounds.

“And anyways,” he continued, “after today I imagine the whole 501st and 212th will be grounded for awhile. At least until we can heal, and figure out if we’ve got a bad informant or a turncoat on our hands. You need the rest anyways,” he said offering a dull smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, offering a similar weak smile.

Anakin stood and strode from the medbay, neglecting to mention his own injuries to the medical droid.

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Anakin found himself standing in front of the viewport, cradling his injured hand in his mechano-hand.

Since he had been foolish enough to neglect to seek attention from the med droids when they were on the Jedi Cruiser or the clone transport, he figured he would just grit through it and handle it himself when the city transport got them to the temple.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan tentatively approach to take a place next to him at the viewport. The two were quiet for a moment, content to merely be in one another’s presence. Their force bond hummed like a live wire between them. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan could feel how taut and raw his nerves were, and it made him squirm. He hated feeling weak and emotionally compromised.

“You’re injured,” Obi-Wan stated after a time.

“I’m alright,” Anakin grit through his teeth.

Obi-Wan drew nearer, half expecting Anakin to hiss at him like a feral Loth-cat.

“Let me see.”

“No.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed, exasperated, already going for the med kit.

“I’m fine, Master.”

“Sit still,” Obi-Wan huffed, dragging the med kit out.

Pain pulsed through Anakin’s hand, making the ends of his fingertips sing with a dull throbbing each time his heartbeat roared in his chest. The gash in his palm was deep, but not enough to need stitches, he thought. It was ugly and singed around the edges, and it would scar.

Obi-Wan took his hand gingerly, and Anakin gasped at the contact.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed in concern, guilt dancing darkly in his eyes as he brushed an unspoken apology against their force bond.

Anakin resisted, maintaining a tight clamp on his mental walls. His Master couldn’t know the gasp was simply in response to be handled so gently by him. Anakin had scarcely felt touch that wasn’t hand to hand combat or a rough grip on the shoulder from one of the clones in months. He was a man starved, and he ached.

“Sorry, dear one, I know-“

A sharp hiss through his teeth that was in response to his pain echoed through the ship as Obi-Wan started with cleaning and dressing the wound.

He would flick his eyes up to meet Anakin’s every so often, trying to gauge for pain, but Anakin was looking at the floor, the ceiling, out the viewports, anywhere but the deep empathetic pools of Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan worked diligently and delicately, putting concerted effort into causing the younger man as little pain as was possible when addressing a wound like this. It wasn’t as bad as either of them had originally feared. It would hurt for several days, but Anakin had had worse, and he figured he’d have forgotten he even hurt it within three or four weeks. It would scar, though.

He tapped his thigh, busying his mind with charts, timelines for healing, anything to keep his mind and eyes off of the way his masters eyes pierced into the very core of his being.

They were too deep, and too kind, and they made him feel like he was suffocating. He didn’t deserve the worry and care the man handled him with. It nearly made him angry. He absolutely couldn’t look at him now though, not with the way the concern and guilt and worry washed over him through their force bond. It made him feel safe, but it also made him feel small, like a child. He could handle himself. He wasn’t some clumsy youngling who needed all his little wounds dressed.

He tried to push back cheap reassurances, but Obi-Wan’s energy was so overpowering.

“I’m fine, Master,” he finally managed, his voice thankfully more steadfast and sturdy than he thought he would be able to manage.

“Something troubles you,” he posited softly, finishing work on bandaging his hand.

Anakin shook his head.

Obi-Wan sighed, and Anakin felt a tinge of sadness seep into their force bond before his master clamped down on his emotions.

Obi-Wan patted the newly bandaged hand, letting his hand linger just a moment, a gentle gesture that made Anakin’s stomach flutter.

“All fixed up, dear one. Do try not to lose this hand too.” Half a smile tugged at Obi-Wans tired face.

I’m only teasing.

Anakin rolled his eyes, allowing himself a small smile.

I know.

They weren’t so much words as, impressions of feelings that...felt like words. It was hard to explain to a non force user, but Anakin imagined it was much like how animals communicated. With impressions rather than words.

Obi-Wan’s eyes lingered on Anakin for a moment, hoping he would air whatever ailed him.

Anakin looked at the floor, chewing his cheek.

“Men died today, Master. Because of me.”

Obi-Wan sighed, stroking his beard contemplatively.

“Men died today, because we are at war, Anakin.”

“But ultimately I made the decision. I’m responsible for my men and today-“

he grit his teeth, jaw working against the overdue tears pooling in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the tirade of his feelings crashing over him.

Obi-Wan’s presence brushed against his mind, caressing him warmly like he had since he was a child. It was gold, and warm, and gentle.

Stop.

Anakin pleaded. The kindness overwhelmed him, and crying right now would be mortifying.

Obi-Wan placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“You cannot let the burden of horrors of a whole war you did not start rest on your shoulders, padawan,”

Obi-Wan hummed softly, his thumb gently and subtly rubbing reassuring circles Anakin’s shoulder. It felt like a hot poker, in the best way.

Electricity zipped through his body at the touch, but he grit his teeth against it. Anakin fought the urge to nuzzle into his hand.

“I’m not your padawan-“ he spat.

“Still you call me Master,” Obi-Wan retorted, eyes dancing with hopefulness that Anakin would let his shields down, even for a moment.

Anakin chewed his cheek, finally turning to meet his former master’s eye for what felt like the first time all day.

Obi-Wan was radiant. It felt like Anakin could see the warmth he produced rolling off him in waves. He was long suffering, so patient. He was beautiful. Why did he continue to be so patient with him, Anakin wondered.

I’m here.

The phrase sang against their force bond as Anakin placed his forehead on the older man’s shoulder, allowing Obi-Wan to pull him in for a brief embrace.

Energy thrummed between them, and Anakin felt pinpricks of electricity everywhere their skin touched.

Why did he feel like this? He was sure he hadn’t always. He’d spent long years alongside Obi-Wan, sometimes having no other companions. So why now did he suddenly feel exhilarated each time their skin touched?

Thinking back on it actually, he had always harbored a deep affection for the older man that he assumed all padawans had for their masters. That or, it was his damn tendency to be over emotional. He could never tell if his emotions were bigger and heavier than other Jedi, or if he was just exceptionally bad at controlling them.

Obi-Wan seemed so steadfast, not even radiating with the tremendous grief Anakin knew he must have felt after he lost his master and was immediately stuck with Anakin. Anakin had wept, and he’d only known Qui-Gon a short time. Master Kenobi had remained with a stiff upper lip in those days, serious but not broken, and he certainly didn’t let on that he was hurting. Anakin remembered how it had made him mad, that Obi-Wan could be so unfeeling and unperturbed by death. But he grew to envy that trait over the years.

These thoughts zapped through his mind at light speed, neurons firing and firing again, grasping at missed cogs like a broken droid, as he tried to sort out what exactly hummed in his stomach. If only he could tinker on his brain the way he could tinker on speeders and droids.

“You’re going to the medbay and getting pain pills and antibiotics when we land.” Obi-Wan’s voice seemed to pull him back into his body, grounding him, as it always did.

Anakin groaned, rolling his eyes, pulling away to gather his things and prepare for landing.

“And bacta spray!” Obi-Wan called after him.

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Anakin settled himself into his quarters at the Temple. As he had predicted, the council had grounded both their units for three weeks until they could get to the bottom of what was going on with their informant. Ahsoka, had been granted a full week off. Anakin had found out later that she had been solely responsible for making sure Rex made it out alive, and he figured she deserved the full THREE weeks off. But the council insisted she upkeep her training. Sometimes it felt as though Ahsoka ought to be training him.

Anakin had been expecting a verbal thrashing from the council. He loathed going to council meetings. It made him feel so examined, so naked.

They had sort of thrashed him, but not worse than he was used to. So he was his regular level of sour and displeased upon returning to his quarters. He felt like he’d been sent to his room to think about what he’d done. And think about it, he did. It was all he could think about.

Obi-Wan had offered to swing by and split some Ruby Bliels with him later, and after mulling it over for a moment, he’d decided to oblige.

Anakin knew that Obi-Wan knew they were his favorite, and only offered when he knew Anakin was in his head and really suffering. It made Anakin feel naked and embarrassed to know his old master had such a good read on him, but from time to time he obliged the older Jedi and allowed him to extend the kind gesture.

Still, Anakin was nearly surprised when the soft knocks resounded on his door. He couldn’t be bothered to get up from his spot on the floor where he was meditating, so he flicked his wrist and let the force do the work of opening the door.

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Sorry to leave on a cliff hanger! Tumblr is so mad at me for posting this much text 😂 there’s a lot more. Stay tuned!

Tagging: @haydens-moles @chokemeanakin @anakinswhore @fistmebuckyskywalker

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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vesperstalksclones · 4 years

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Cody x Reader

(18+)

Some smutty angsty sexyness that is Cody. My FIRST EVER fic written down properly and posted for the world to see. A story of a gal who was hurt by one man, but will be healed by another.

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"Umf!"

My breath rushed out of my chest as he pushed me down on to the bed.

He loomed over me, predatory, menacing,... eyes of hard amber perusing my naked flesh, like a great beast considering the first bite of of his meal.

How I wanted him.

Cody.

He prowled up my form, muscles rolling under the bronzed skin. Spreading a scarred paw across my abdomen, he skidded it firmly upwards, the drag of the calloused fingers trailing tingles of delight in their wake. Upon my sternum. Between my breasts. He pressed his weight there upon my collarbone, while the his other hand dragged my knee to the wayside. Spreading my intimacy wide open before him he squirmed his thighs under mine, and flexed his hips outward. The result sent my insides fluttering like a caged bird, as his pelvis pressed forcefully against mine, crushing his solid member against my already eager sex.

My shuddering breath caught in my throat, and instead escaped as a groan so wanton in its tones it could've made his chaste monk of a general go scrambling for a clean pair of trousers.

He grinned, obviously pleased with my reaction.

"Is that so, Ad'ika?" The oppressive hand left my chest and slunk up across my neck. "You want me rough and angry?"

His lilting baritone voice caressed my ears. Tantalizing is its veiled meaning.

His hand darted under the nape of my neck, filled itself with my loose tresses, twisted and hauled at me firmly. I couldn't help but obey his touch, my body arching under his.

"I am not a gentle man…"

My hands groped at his skin, searching the sinews of his neck and then the muscles of his shoulders and back, seeking a sturdy hold I could use to pull him closer to me, whimpering all the while with my eagerness.

Cody took the opportunity to thrust an arm underneath me to maintain the curving slope I had offered him. Dipping his head he tasted my lips, and neck, licking and biting his way southward.

As I wriggled against him, my heart raced, hammering against my ribs. He was fierce and dangerous and I was utterly at his mercy.

Cody was soldier born and bred. Diplomacy was not his strong suit, and thusly force and violence had been taught to him as the appropriate solution for every situation. It showed through in his attentions.

He was an alpha male.

Proud. Regal. Dominant.

He had watched me for so long, perfectly posed during briefings and meetings, so serene and dignified. But his eyes. They would occasionally meet mine across a holo display, and my insides would clench violently. Those golden gems positively dripped with a primal desire, whether to mate or to feed I wasnt ever sure, but he distinctly reminded me of a monstrous lion-cat I had seen caged at the grand zoo on Couresant. The great male had regarded me as a snack, protected by the durasteel bars. Knowing I was beyond his reach, he had silently paced and imagined the taste of my flesh. And thus was the Commander of the 212th. Pacing safely behind his bars of self discipline.

Wanting.

Hungering.

It had haunted me until I couldn't function at my duties knowing he was nearby. And then couldn't sleep when the honey eyed fantasies besieged me. And THEN further struggled at work for the exhausted hangover that resulted. Damn him and his fucking beautiful eyes and the fucking cycle of self torment they set in motion.

His mouth had reached my breasts. He paused and buried his face there, rubbing his cheeks in to their fullness and drawing in deeply of my scent, his exhale fanning a hot breeze across the soft skin and tickling at the dusky pebbles waiting there. He nibbled his way to the treat, groaning with approval. He captured the firmness of my nipple with his teeth, giving a few experimental tugs before pinching hard. I jumped against him and yelped. Cody answered my bucking by grinding himself against me, his rigid cock finding its way between my slick folds and nudging the most delicious friction against the bundle of nerves hidden there.

"Codeeee..." I pleaded for nothing in particular. I watched as he mouthed at my breast, then took as much as he could in to his maw, sucking hard and lathing his tongue against the firm bud as if he sought to erase it from existence. I gasped out praises as I raked my nails over his scalp and gripped at his thick dark hair.

His hand crept between us, and he lifted away from my belly, fisting his member. A few eager strokes smeared my wetness along his length and, satisfied with the preparation, he pressed its throbbing head against my entrance. I sucked in a shaky breath as he began to sink in to me, relishing the stretch of my muscles around his thickness. Without warning he slammed against me, burying his entire length inside as his hips met flush with my thighs. I twisted with a shriek of surprise at the sudden invasion, pulling free of his mouth, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my wet flesh.

Without pause, the Commander withdrew and surged in to me again, and again, bracing his arms by my ribs, setting a grueling pace as rough and as angry as he had offered. My fingers kneeded at this forearms, scrabbling for purchase on the satin wrapped stone pillars, mewling and calling to him with every bone shaking thrust.

"Fucking hell woman!" Cody snarled from his chest, his rasping breath giving his deep voice a gritty edge infused with sticky, heady lust. "I've to fight to get inside you, you're so tight!" The best answer I could manage was strangled croon as I reached for his face.

His big hands snatched my arms away, strong fingers shackeling around my wrists and pinning them beside my head. He dropped his sweat soaked forehead to my shoulder and rammed in to me with every ounce of his body behind it. My muscles clenched at him like a greedy fist and he pushed back against them, uttering a deep animalistic grunt in my ear.

That noise proved my undoing. It ricochetted around in my mind and knocked loose something long ignored. A memory tucked away in the darkest recesses, and for a moment the world warped. Another man was on top of me, pinning my arms, his body heaving against mine. He had pressed his face to my neck, unwilling to look me in the eyes. He made no noise except for his grunts of exertion. And I had silently cried.

Cold fear began to seep through my gut, electric tingles of anxiety spreading out from my navel.

"Co…. Cody…"

Please, let me see your eyes. I need to know your here with me. His teeth scraped my neck in response.

"Cody…." I pleaded.

Look at me. Answer me. Please… anything! Just chase that fucking image away!

"CODY! CODY STOP!"

Cody froze, every muscle taunt and straining. His head snapped up, eyes wide.

"What?! What's… Ad'ika, why do you look at me that way?? Have I hurt you?"

His brow knit with worry. And then, after a moments thought, in to his eyes… those magnificent honey colored pools… seeped horror. He pushed up off of me, shame washing over his features.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry cyare! I thought that.. this is … is what… you.." he stammered. He was shaking from head to toe.

"No Cody! Don't think that!"

It was what I wanted. He was what I wanted. I had led him to my bed by my own hand. I knew Cody wasn't a cruel man. Tough and hard yes. Severe, sometimes. But abusive? Not for a hot second. I couldn't let him even entertain the thought that he had done wrong by mounting me. He slid further away and I lunged for him, catching his shoulders in a death grip.

"I got inside my own head for a moment.. And I frightened myself. I just needed to see your face and put it back where it belongs. Please don't think like that..." I pressed my forehead to his, our eyes almost close enough that the lashes could have tangled.

"...ever!" I kissed him gently, very aware that I had frightened him far more than I had myself.

Cody settled on his knees, searching my face. His own was still etched with worry: his forehead wrinkled, contorting the scar that twisted around his left eye. His full lips curved in to frown.

"What are you afraid of, cyar'ika?" He whispered. I lowered my eyes, afraid that he might see the truth festering there. "What's been done to you? Tell me."

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulling myself against his thick chest, I sighed.

"I won't tell you, Cody, not right now. Especially not while you are trying to make love to me… and I've emotionally kicked you in the nuts."

Maybe not ever. I don't want him to know. I dont want whatever he and I might have to be tainted by such a shadow. Especially one that I had thought had been put to bed.

He framed my face with his hands and tilted it to his.

"What do you need from me?" He whispered softly against me. At least the fear had abated, and now he wore concern, and tenderness. Such a juxtaposition from the man who had raged on top of me only minutes ago.

"Just talk to me, love. Let me see your face so I can watch you enjoy me." I was relieved that he accepted my silence about the matter.

He regarded me for a moment.

"You still want me to touch you?"

"Umh" I nodded.

"You're not frightened of me?"

"No."

He sighed with relief, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulling me in to a tight embrace. He tipped forward with me, supporting some of his weight, but laying most of it on top of me.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and whispering about nonsense. I marveled at his heft upon me. It could have been oppressive, but instead I felt safe. Protected. Anchored to something real.

It was when Cody began nuzzling at my neck that I noticed he was hardening against my thigh. Lifting his hips, he made room for his fingers to creep between my legs, praising my softness and promising to thoroughly wear me out.

He pleaded for my readiness as he caressed my clit, demanding for me to be wet and eager so that his cock wouldn't bruise me.

When his thick fingers delved inside of me, his thick knuckles flexed against my opening, and the rough pads searched for the bit of flesh within me that bit like lightning when caressed properly.

He watched my face, just like I had asked, admiring every blush and wince as I rolled my hips in time with the rhythm of his hand.

I begged him to enter me, to thrust deeply and hard enough to split me in two. To mark me, and claim me for himself.

Scrambling to his knees, he hauled me up against his chest, palmed my ass with his hands and lifted me above his waist. Positioning me above his twitching member, he lowered me slowly, allowing my body weight to impale me upon his rod. I groaned as his hard flesh parted me, feeling the ridge around his head slip inside, followed by the shaft of his raging erection. He filled me to bursting, connecting us in the most primitive and visceral way.

"Cyar'ika, that is my cock that sits inside you. You were made perfectly for me," Cody gasped against my mouth. "and I will fill every space within you so that there will never be room for anyone else!"

His arms wrapped around my waist with a steel grip. Arching his back and flexing his hips he raised me off of his lap, and hesitated only a breath before slamming me down, seating himself fully within me. I kissed him again and again until his thrusts became to vigorous to manage. All I could do was simply hang on, and loose myself in the feeling of his hard body.

"Who fills you, woman?" he growled, "Who will you think about in the night?"

"Ah! Cody!" I sobbed, quickly loosing the ability to form proper thoughts. He growled deep in his chest, rapidly giving in to his hunger, staring in to my eyes as he bared his teeth, unwilling to hide his grunts and groans as he did before.

My body was becoming frantic, begging for this male to push me over the edge and snap the tight knot that was building below my navel. I felt myself sinking under, drowning in the sensations he was driving between my thighs.

"I'm close Cody!"

He fought to keep his eyes focused on mine as he hammered his cock in to me.

"Come for me, ad'ika!" He roared, half commanding half pleading. He rammed himself in viciously enough to make my head whip back. Liquid gold flooded through my veins as my climax spilled around his member. The edges of my vision darkened and stars exploded in front of my eyes. I had the feeling of falling, of the room spinning around me even as Cody's strong arms held me in place.

Cody thrust within me again with equal strength. Another. And on the third he dug his fingers in to my hips painfully, an oath to some long forgotten god torn from his lips, snarling like a mating loth-wolf as he emptied himself in to me.

In the shadow of his release, Cody's strength waned. He slowly sunk forward, heaving ragged breaths so hard he almost seemed to be sobbing. I combed gentle fingers through his hair, enjoying the cool kiss of the night air on my skin as it swirled around us, lulling us two poor broken fools in to oblivion.

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We had awoken in the early hours, Cody needing to return to his barracks to prepare for the coming day. He dressed and kissed me sweetly, apologizing for his duties that pulled him away. As the door closed I pressed my face in to the pillows where we had slept. They were spiced with the scent of the Marshall Commander, mingled with the salty aroma of sex. I wished for him to be there when I woke up. That he didn't have to be a soldier. That he didn't have to risk his life in another man's war.

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I became aware of daylight on my eyelids.. My mind was foggy and slow, as if it was trying to swim through mud. There was something going on that was strangely out of place in my comfy bed, and disrupting my slumber. As I crossed the threshold in to wakefulness a moan escaped my throat and my jaw fell open. I tried to make sense of the smartly groomed head nosing between my legs as a tongue firmly scrubbed across my already alert clit.

"Good morning love…." he emphasized the pet name I had used the night before,, grumbling in to my over eager besh & winking one of those gorgeous golden eyes. "Good news…. I've the day off…"

~Fin~

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isitmadness · 4 years

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What Keeps Us Alive pt. 2

summary: Obi-Wan, Cody, and the very few remnants of the 212th make their way back to Coruscant after Order 66. Beyond dealing with the emotional fallout, they need to find a way to locate the inhibitor chips and remove them before they’re triggered again.

characters/relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, Longshot, Boil, Cross (original clone character); established Obi-Wan/Cody

words: 4.2k

a/n: I got nothin’ except i hope you enjoy

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The War is Over; What Keeps Us Alive Part 1

Obi-Wan awoke slowly the next morning feeling physically and emotionally drained. Every joint ached, every muscle was tight. He felt every scratch, bruise and break from his fights with Grievous and Cody, then the subsequent fall from the upper levels of Pau City. But he was grateful it wasn’t worse. He remained on his back, staring at the grey ceiling of his quarters. He was still alive.

Though wary at first, lying beside Cody and holding him once more was a balm to his soul. He realized how very close he had come to losing him, too. He didn't know what would happen to them now. He didn't know what to do when they returned to Coruscant…

But he would try to appreciate the time he had with him until then. As long as he didn’t try to kill him again. He couldn't, wouldn't, think of that.

He groaned as he turned over and was surprised to find Cody still in the room. He hadn't even felt his presence there. He was sitting at Obi-Wan's desk in his blacks, a cup of caf in his hand and his head bowed over a datapad. It was rare that they were ever in the same room the next morning. There was a sudden tightness in Obi-Wan’s chest that he knew was unrelated to yesterday's battle.

Cody mostly felt like his Cody, but below the surface, there was anxiety and a delicate and fragile calm emanating from the commander. Obi-Wan was hesitant to say anything for fear of breaking that calm.

"Cody?" The commander turned to look at Obi-Wan.

"Good morning, Obi-Wan," he smiled softly. Cody could be stern, calculating and tough, but he had to be as marshal commander. That’s why Obi-Wan felt privileged that he got to see his softer side, whenever he was able to show it. That gentle look never failed to catch Obi-Wan’s breath in his throat.

He sat up and ran light fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame any wild and unruly pieces. "What time is it?"

Cody stood and closed the distance between him and Obi-Wan in two steps. He gently plunged his fingers into the Jedi's thick sandy-ginger locks, smoothing down the worst of it. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, relishing the touch.

"It's almost 8:30," Cody said, finally removing his hands and dropping them at his sides. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and grabbed his left hand and brought Cody's bruised and scarred knuckles to his lips. He watched as Obi-Wan kissed each of his fingers gently. That old familiar warmth began to pool in his gut. "Obi-Wan…" he said breathlessly.

Obi-Wan looked up at him with hooded eyelids. "Yes?" He turned Cody’s arm over and kissed the inside of his wrist just where the sleeve of his black undersuit ended.

"We--" Cody cursed under his breath when his comlink beeped. Obi-Wan smiled, squeezing his fingers. He raised his other wrist and turned on the communicator, "What??" Obi-Wan laughed at the frustration in Cody's voice. He leaned back on his hands.

"Commander?" It was Cross.

"Sorry, yes, Cody here," he sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. Obi-Wan stood and ran a sympathetic hand down his bicep.

"Uh, it's Cross," he stammered, not quite sure what mood he found his commander in. "There's something I think you should see, sir."

Oh. Cody and Obi-Wan exchanged a nervous glance. "Of course, Cross, I'll be there right away."

"Oh, and bring the general with you, would you?" Though he couldn't see him, Cody heard the smirk on Cross' face.

"That little shi--"

"Cody," Obi-Wan said in a playful warning. Cody sighed and leaned in for a quick kiss which Obi-Wan returned gladly.

"Let me get my armor on, then we'll go." Cody leaned down and picked up the various painted plastoid pieces he had scattered on the floor the night before, putting them on and locking them into place. Obi-Wan didn't get to see him dressing often, in fact, it was usually quite the opposite, so he was always enthralled by how quickly Cody's deft fingers created the suit of armor.

Without looking up, Cody asked, "You gonna just stand there and stare at me or you gonna get dressed, too? I mean you're more than welcome to go looking like that, I won't complain." Cody finally looked up with a wicked grin.

Obi-Wan looked down at his own state of undress. "Ah yes, I suppose I should do that, too."

"Yeah," Cody chuckled. "You should."

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Cody and Obi-Wan walked into the command center 10 minutes later to find Cross standing at the holo table, a large blue projection of a Kaminoan rose from the center.

"Ah, General, Commander, good morning." Well, at least Cross is himself, Obi-Wan thought. "I trust you slept well?"

Cross kept a completely straight face, but there was a knowing glint in his eye. Cody stared at the medic and remained silent. Obi-Wan cleared his throat, "Yes, thank you, Cross. I hope you weren't up all night looking for this?"

Cross waved his hand dismissively, "I got a few hours, I'll be fine." Obi-Wan and Cody were both skeptical. "But anyway, I've been searching through records, looking for anything about the chips. And I think I've finally found what we need. This is Nala Se, Kamino’s Chief Medical Scientist."

Cody and Obi-Wan exchanged a brief glance with each other. "I remember a report from Kamino after the tragic incident with Fives. The Council reviewed it after the Chancellor sent it to us." Cross pressed play anyway.

An independent investigation confirmed that the clone trooper CT-5555 experienced a malfunction with his inhibitor chip. Both the Senate committee and the Jedi Council have accepted these findings. However, a grievance report was filed by CT-7567.

"CT-7567? Captain Rex?" Obi-Wan looked at Cody then Cross quizzically. "And what sort of grievance? I've never seen this report." It disturbed Cody that neither the marshal commander nor a high general had ever seen this grievance.

Cody hung his head and sighed. "I…I remember him telling me he was going to do this." He closed his eyes and sent a quick prayer to the Force that Rex was still alive, and that he hadn't made the same mistake as Cody. "I encouraged him to do so if he felt it was necessary, but I never saw the report. I guess I assumed he hadn't done it after all…" what must Rex have thought of him?

"Well, I found the file," Cross looked down and pressed some keys, but it was followed by a warning beep. "It's locked."

Obi-Wan stroked his beard. "Locked?"

"I tried every code of mine that I could think of, none of them worked. Surely General Kenobi or Commander Cody have one that works?" Cross looked at Obi-Wan with a hopeful expression.

Obi-Wan and Cody both walked closer. Obi-Wan’s hands hovered over the keyboard as Cody looked over his shoulder. Obi-Wan turned his body slightly to try and enter his code discreetly, but Cody saw it anyway and smiled to himself. "Obi-Wan… you're joking."

A holo of the 501st captain appeared over the table. Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder innocently, "What?"

"That's your code?" Cody put his hands on his hips.

Cross looked between the two, curious about whatever inside joke he was missing. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"It's nothing," Obi-Wan smiled. "Let's watch this recording, shall we?"

All three men turned back to Rex as Obi-Wan pressed play.

I already know this report is gonna fall on deaf ears, but I owe it to Fives to record what I saw. I’m not sure I believe it myself, but there’s a possibility that the inhibitor chips the Kaminoans put inside of us have a purpose that we don’t yet fully understand.

The room was somber once more.

"Oh, Rexy… how have I failed you?" Cody murmured and shook his head. Obi-Wan settled a comforting hand on the commander's shoulder.

Cross finally spoke up. "So the official report was that a virus from Ringo Vinda caused Tup and Fives' chips to malfunction. And now we know that to be completely false."

"This was a planned conspiracy of the highest order." Obi-Wan was incredulous, hurt, and confused. "One that went all the way to the top and planned since your inception." The weight of what Obi-Wan was saying struck Cody square in the chest full-force. "This was all very carefully orchestrated for our complete destruction."

"At the hands of those you trusted implicitly," Cody finished. Anger bubbled in his chest. Whoever was responsible for this would pay. For Tup, for Fives, for every life lost because they weren't believed...because they were all manipulated. Cody clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. He slowly started to back away from the table. "I can't...be in here right now." Obi-Wan reached out as Cody turned and left the bridge.

"He'll be okay...eventually," Cross said, trying to comfort Obi-Wan.

"Will he? Will you?" Cross looked down, unable to meet his general’s gaze. They stood in silence staring up at Rex's face. Obi-Wan felt almost like he knew even less now. It was clear this was covered up and swept under the rug, and whoever was responsible did a fine and thorough job. Obi-Wan looked over at Cross who seemed to be dead on his feet. "Cross, why don't you go get some rest? You look like you're about to pass out," he said gently.

Cross chuckled and shook his head gently, "You know, general, I think I will."

"Good man." Obi-Wan turned off the holo projector and watched Cross leave the command center, too.

He was alone again. -----

Death to the traitorous Jedi. Longshot raised his blaster, keeping the back of the Jedi traitor’s head in his sights. He would not fail where his commander had.

"Longshot? What the h--" Cody's question was interrupted by a firing of the blaster. Cody ran.

"No!" Longshot yelled as Cody grabbed him from behind, putting him in a headlock with his left arm and wrenching the arm that held the blaster behind his back. Obi-Wan spun around, wide-eyed and grabbed his neck where the blaster fire grazed him. He reached for the lightsaber on his belt as Cody and Longshot struggled, but froze when he discovered it wasn't there.

"Let it go, Longshot!" Cody growled as he squeezed the arm around Longshot's neck, tugging the trooper closer to his own body. He shook Longshot's right arm violently until the blaster fell to the ground with a thud.

Obi-Wan reached out and used the Force to pull the blaster towards him. It slid across the floor, stopping at the toe of his boot.

Cody continued to struggle to subdue the trooper. Through gritted teeth, Longshot repeated every word of that hollow line, "good...soldiers...follow...orders." Cody tightened the arm around his neck one last time, cutting off the air flow until Longshot passed out. He gently laid him on the durasteel floor.

Obi-Wan rushed over and knelt by Longshot. He placed two fingers on his neck searching for a pulse - alive. "Is he okay? What happened??"

"Is he..." Cody panted and huffed out of annoyance. "He just tried to kill you, sir!"

Obi-Wan gave him a weary smile, "Well he didn't succeed, thanks to you. "

Cody hung his head and shook it. When he looked up again, Obi-Wan was staring at him curiously. Cody noticed the red, angry mark across the side of Obi-Wan's neck. He reached over and placed his hand on Obi-Wan's cheek. "He could have killed you, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan placed his hand over Cody's and leaned into the touch, "But he didn't. I'm still here. I'm still whole." Cody could feel tears threatening once more. "Let's get him to a holding cell, shall we? Before he tries it again. We must work faster on this chip problem."

Cody nodded, "We need to get you patched up first, then we'll deal with it." Cody looked down at Longshot's sleeping face. He seemed to be struggling, even in sleep. His eyes darted back and forth quickly behind his closed eyelids. Cody placed his arms under Longshot's shoulders in an attempt to lift him off the floor. "A little help here?"

Obi-Wan looked down at the two clones, "Ah, please allow me." Cody sat back on his heels and watched as Obi-Wan stretched out his hands, fingers splayed. Longshot rose gently off the floor and hovered a few feet off the ground.

“I guess it beats carrying him,” Cody joked weakly. Obi-Wan gave him a sympathetic smile.

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Obi-Wan gently laid Longshot on the cot in the holding cell, surprised but grateful that he had remained asleep. For once, Longshot looked small and peaceful. He felt a profound sense of sadness for what had been done to all of them. This life they were created for.

He startled when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. "Obi-Wan, we need to get your wound cleaned up." He turned towards Cody and felt like he was almost seeing him for the first time. He had spent the last three years fighting and wishing the war had never even happened, but without it, he wouldn't have Cody. It’s not that he just wouldn't have the opportunity to know Cody, he just wouldn't even exist. The thought took his breath away.

"Are you okay? You have a bit of a faraway look going on." Cody searched his face, concerned.

"I think will be," Obi-Wan said as they walked out of the holding cell.

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In the medbay, Obi-Wan sat on an exam table while Cody gently cleaned the wound on his neck. He found himself thinking how easy it was to slip back into trust - trust of his men, trust in himself. He was disturbed that Longshot had snapped again. Especially seemingly without a trigger. That meant that any of them could try it again, even him. He'd need to separate himself from Obi-Wan from here on out. Especially at night when the Jedi was at his most vulnerable.

What must Obi-Wan be thinking, knowing he was trapped on this ship with four potential murderers for three more days? If it weren't for the fact that Obi-Wan would be completely alone to fly the cruiser back to Coruscant, he'd suggest they all be put in the holding cells until they returned.

Obi-Wan reached up to still Cody's hand. "I know what you're thinking."

Cody wrinkled his brow and continued the first aid. "You're not a mindreader, how could you possibly know."

"Call it a hunch then," he smiled. "I know you and--"

Cody raised a single finger, "You thought you knew me. Turns out I don't even know myself." He put the bacta patch on Obi-Wan's neck and readjusted the collar of his tunic.

Obi-Wan stood. "We're going to find out how to locate and remove these chips. I promise."

Cody looked down. “I haven’t forgotten your other promise, you know...on Utapau. I hope you haven’t forgotten it either.”

“I will hear no more of this,” Obi-Wan said sternly as Cross walked in the medbay.

He stopped abruptly, surprised to see the two men. "General, Commander, what are you doing here?"

Cody rubbed a hand over his short, dark hair. "Well, Longshot tried to kill Obi-Wan. Where have you been?"

Cross' jaw dropped. "I was, uh...I was--"

Obi-Wan put a hand on Cody's arm. "Cody, I told him to go rest."

That hard, steely glare was back in Cody's eyes which caused a chill to run through Obi-Wan. Was he, too, about to snap once more? "He should have been in here doi--"

"With all due respect, Commander," Cross said hotly, interrupting whatever rant Cody was about to go on. "I don't know what to do. This is beyond anything I've ever dealt with. I can scan all of us again and hope to hell that the chips show up, but I'm not sure what you want me to do otherwise."

Cody clenched his hands once again.

"Okay, I think we all need to just remain calm, first of all,” Obi-Wan said. "And second of all, there's no harm in scanning you all again, is there? The worst that could happen is that it just wouldn’t show anything, yes? So, I think we should try. Our options are quite limited."

“Fine, I guess I’m volunteering then,” Cody threw his hands up, exasperatedly. Obi-Wan smiled to himself.

“Thank you, Cody.” He put his hand on Cody’s back and led him to the imaging table.

Cody laid down while Cross prepared the machine. Obi-Wan stood next to the table and watched. The situation continued to gnaw at his insides. He was having trouble finding peace. He was sure the troopers were feeling the same way, and he wished there was something he could do to put them at ease. They needed a win.

“All right, Commander, are you ready?” Cross asked, putting a gentle hand on Cody’s forearm. He knew the commander was on edge - they all were.

“Let’s do it.” Cody closed his eyes. Obi-Wan and Cross stepped back as Cody’s upper half disappeared into the scanner. Cross watched the screen as it blinked to life, showing Cody’s cranium. His face fell and his shoulders slumped when the image of his brain looked exactly as it had yesterday. Absolutely no indication of a chip.

Inside the machine, Cody screwed his eyes shut tighter and focused on the chip. He knew it was ridiculous, but he desperately wanted to believe that if he focused hard enough, it would show on the scan. He’d laugh at himself if it weren’t for the need to remain still. And though he wasn’t a Jedi, he believed in the Force. He believed what Obi-Wan and the Jedi believed, that it flowed through all living beings, binding them together. So he prayed to the Force, hoping it would come through for him this time, too.

Obi-Wan, for his part, hoped for this as well. “General!” Cross suddenly shouted. Cody flinched and Obi-Wan ran around to the other side of the table. The image of Cody’s head flickered and a large red spot appeared in the right frontal lobe. “There it is!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the spot disappeared, but they had both seen it. It was the confirmation they needed. Cross looked over at Obi-Wan, his eyes were glistening, but he seemed to be holding himself together. He put his arm around his shoulders and pulled his general in for a quick, tight hug. Obi-Wan exhaled and patted Cross on the back.

“Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Cody suddenly said from inside the machine. Cross chuckled and pushed the button to bring Cody back out of the scanner. Once out, he sat up and looked at the two men.

Obi-Wan grabbed his hand, not caring this time that Cross was around. He already seemed to know what was between them anyway. “We saw it. Cody, we found it!” It seemed Cody also didn’t care that Cross was there since he pulled Obi-Wan forward into a tight hug then kissed his cheek.

“So, if you two are done celebrating here,” Cross said with a smirk, “then maybe we can finally get that thing out of your head. Out of everyone’s head. Get some peace.”

Cody exhaled, “Kriff, yes.”

----

It took the better part of an hour, but Cody, Cross, and Boil all had their chips finally removed. Their headaches were gone and their anxiety over potentially killing their general had subsided.

“I feel like I could sleep for days,” Boil said scratching at his head lightly, careful not to upset the bandage.

“You certainly have my permission to do so,” Obi-Wan laughed. “Not that you need my permission…”

“Now, what about Longshot?” Cody asked.

“If he’s still...compromised, sedation will have to be our only hope,” Cross said. He rummaged through the supply drawers looking for the strongest sedatives they had. “I will ask his forgiveness later.”

----

All four men walked to the holding cell, believing in strength in numbers. Cody had insisted that Obi-Wan stay out of sight in case his presence triggered something in Longshot, but Obi-Wan was stubborn. As the only Force-user, he wanted to be on-hand just in case Longshot managed to overpower the others. His lightsaber still remained in his quarters.

When they got to the cell door, Cody and Boil raised their blasters at the ready. “Surely you don’t think this is necessary?” Obi-Wan asked worriedly.

“I don’t think it’s wise to be unprepared, sir,” Boil answered.

“It’s not...ideal, certainly,” Cody added. “But we can’t take any chances.”

The door slid open and Longshot shot up off the cot.

They held their blasters at the ready, and Longshot raised his hands in surrender. “What is this shit?” Obi-Wan walked in last and stuck his head out from behind Cross. “Kill the Jedi!” Longshot yelled as he leapt at Cross who plunged the hypodermic needle with the sedative into Longshot’s neck in the scuffle. The force of Longshot’s jump pushed Cross back into Obi-Wan who reached out with the Force to keep them both from hitting the ground.

Cody and Boil turned to face them and put their blasters down when Longshot slumped heavily into Cross’ arms. “Thank the Force,” Boil sighed.

“Let’s get him onto the stretcher and back to the medbay, quickly,” Cross said struggling under the weight.

----

Once Longshot’s extraction was finished, all four clone troopers disappeared, presumably back to their beds and quarters. They all deserved to rest as much as possible in the remaining time it took to get to Coruscant. Obi-Wan found himself wandering to the bridge once more, desperate to reach anyone. He tried hailing Coruscant, but was only met with a message to retreat to the temple, 'the war is over.’ His heart sank.

Trying once again to find someone, anyone, Obi-Wan sent out another message on his comlink. “Emergency Code 913, I have no contact on any frequency. Are there any Jedi out there?... anywhere…”

A fuzzy blue hologram of Senator Bail Organa appeared. It was mostly static, but Obi-Wan could at least make out his own last name. “I’ve locked on, repeat!”

The image of Bail became clearer, “Master Kenobi??” He sounded relieved. Obi-Wan’s heart beat wildly, grateful he found someone.

“Senator Organa! My troopers turned on me on Utapau, it’s a long, long story, but by some miracle, I escaped with four of them,” Obi-Wan was desperate to tell Bail everything, but he felt the need to be brief. He would hopefully get the chance to tell him later.

“It appears this ambush has happened everywhere,” Bail said. That was the final confirmation that Obi-Wan didn’t want. “And we have just rescued Master Yoda. We're sending you our coordinates.” Obi-Wan breathed another sigh of relief. Master Yoda was alive. It was something.

Obi-Wan took the cruiser out of hyperspace and set the new coordinates Bail had given him. He would tell the men when they woke up. They would be to Bail and Yoda in less than a day. It still felt too long, but it was closer than Coruscant.

----

Cody and Obi-Wan laid side-by-side in Obi-Wan’s bed again. Darkness surrounded them. Both knew the other wasn’t asleep, but they pretended anyway. Cody finally broke the silence. “Would you have done it?”

Obi-Wan’s first instinct was to ask ‘done what?’ but he already knew. “No.”

Cody turned on his side to face him, “Even though you promised?”

“Even though I promised,” Obi-Wan sighed. He remained on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could barely see Cody in the dark, but he didn’t want to look at him and see disappointment anyway.

“Look at me.” Cody reached over and gently grabbed Obi-Wan’s chin to turn his head. “You’re not one to break your promises.”

Obi-Wan blinked and Cody let go of his chin. “Well, I certainly have tried. But...I’m fallible, and sometimes I break promises.” He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow. He placed the palm of his other hand on Cody’s chest right over his heart. His skin was surprisingly cool, but he found the solace he was looking for in the steady rhythm in his commander’s chest. He was alive - they both were.

Cody picked up his hand, brought it to his lips, and pressed a tender kiss to Obi-Wan’s palm. “You are stubborn and see the good in people, even when they don’t deserve it.”

Obi-Wan laid back down and put his head on Cody’s shoulder. “If you’re referring to yourself, you do deserve it, and you always have...you always will. You’re a good man, Cody.” He paused for a beat then chuckled. “But I am stubborn, that is true. Then again, so are you.”

“We kind of had to be, didn’t we?” Cody pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s head.

“I think it’s what keeps us alive.”

The Force was so murky and shrouded in dark that Obi-Wan could barely see the immediate future, let alone any further. But he would continue to be stubborn if it meant the difference between life or death for those he cared about, and for himself, too.

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