There’s a roar in
the senate that doesn’t silence even when they are dismissed
because the clone troopers are demanding rights.

Its all over
Coruscant in less than an hour and reaches out into the galaxy
because the troopers has made it about more than the Jedi and
intersex rights now, its also about the troopers and those wise
enough to see it can see the ploy.

The troopers had
brought their own grievances to the Senate with the Jedi to have
more, to disrupt and to conquer.

As the old adage
goes, divide and conquer.

Divide the
Senators, divide the people and divide the support.

It would make it
easier to fight it all and the entire Senate is in disarray.

Some support
intersex but not Jedi, some support Jedi but not troopers and some
support none of it but know they can’t be seen as wholly
disapproving of it all and its become a convoluted mess, just like
the troopers intended.

And Anakin can’t
stop laughing up in the council chamber as he’s told, the knight
laughing until he grows dizzy and has to sit on the council marble
floor, wheezing as his pregnant lover waddles from his chair to kneel
down and rub Anakin’s back with a small frown that couldn’t quite
hide the way his lips were twitching.

Plo Koon wasn’t
even trying to hide his grin, ever so pleased at his sons as Wolffe
had been among the ten man strong elite of the trooper command to
appear in the Senate with their demands for right and pay. Kit Fisto
looks smug too where he sits reclined in his seat.

“The idiots are
behaving like headless chickens.” Anakin hooted in delight.

“Anakin.”
Obi-Wan scolded before yipping a bit in surprise as Anakin pulled the
other Jedi into his lap, cradling the redhead to him with a wide
grin.

“Anyone who can’t
see how great you and the guys are deserve to be called idiots.” He
teased before nosing at his lover.

“We haven’t had
it this fun since the war started Obi-Wan,” Plo chuckled, leaning
forward. “Let him laugh.”

There was some
grumbles until Evan Piell of all members reached into his own chair
and pulled out a bottle of alcohol. At the others looks he shrugged
while cracking it open. “Plo’s right. Though I still think we
should discus the merit of Depa’s suggestion.” He took a swing of
his drink and gave a pleased shiver. Apparently good vintage.

Blinking at the
council, wondering why they were allowing him to witness whatever
plan they were plotting now as Windu turned to him, Anakin raised his
brows.

And then it became
clear because it involved Obi-Wan and their currently unborn child.

Staring blankly at
Windu, Anakin held protectively onto Obi-Wan. “You all want Obi-Wan
to go to the Senate, in his thinner tunic shift, show off his
obviously pregnant body and while pregnant and supposed to be
avoiding stress, something the healers themselves have been
firm on, ‘debate’ with the Senate and all those who would prefer
to see Obi-Wan dead than living as he is?” He said flatly, a none
of ire in his voice.

It was Depa who
answered. “Think about it Knight Skywalker, most of these Senator’s
have never meet an intersexual individual. They’re just parroting
what they have been taught, maybe decades of traditions or
misconception and outright hate they have been taught to live with by
parents who were taught the same rhetoric. Obi-Wan however is a
shining example of intersexual people, in a vulnerable state,
fighting for his rights. He won’t go alone,” She added quickly
when Anakin opened his mouth. “In his current state its clear he
can not fight, especially since the cartilage of his hips are
softening to prepare for what will come. We will go together, you can
come too. Obi-Wan won’t be alone.” Depa soothed.

Sulking, Anakin
gave Obi-Wan his attention when the other grasped his hands.
“Obi-Wan…” He said warily.

“Anakin please,”
The master started, sighing a bit. “All my life I’ve been worried
about the galaxy finding out what I am but… if no one fights,
nothing changes and I would like to think that someday intersexual
people weren’t… ashamed of who they were born as.” He said
quietly.

Rubbing the others
hands in his, Anakin stared at him as Obi-Wan fell mute while
struggling against his emotions.

What used to be
easy to handle could now easily trigger a crying fit for the other
and Anakin knew how much Obi-Wan valued his control. “…Alright,”
He whispered, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead, uncaring what
the council thought about the affection. It was pretty damn clear he
and Obi-Wan had been doing a lot more. “But there is nothing about
you to be ashamed of Obi-Wan and I hope one day you’ll believe
that.” He said quietly while hugging the other close, nosing soft
red hair.

Wryly he wondered
what his fifteen year old self would have said if told he’d one day
be cradling his own master in the council chamber of all places.