Grabbing
his vod by the elbow and pulling him in so hard the other lost the
pad he was holding with a loud clatter, Waxer looked around hurriedly
before leaning in and cupping his other hand around the cursing vod’s
ear to whisper.

Instantly
the other alpha stiffened, eyes growing wide before turning to look
at the bald man. “Are you… really?” He questioned in stunned
awe, his lips twitching a bit.

Nodding
eagerly, Waxer jabbed his thumb towards the medical tent. “I heard
Helix. And Mand’alor is in there too along with Cody.” He grinned
happily.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment before each separated in
each their own direction, Boil hardly stopping to swipe his pad up
before hitting up Longshot and whispering into his ear as Waxer on
the other side managed to snag Fives and Echo to whisper to both of
them.

All
three reacted the same as Boil with stunned awe before scurrying off
until the entire camp was told of the news that had been overheard
from the thin medical tent where
their template, their General and their commander was currently being
told by the medic that the omega was indeed pregnant.

Some
of the troopers reacted with worry for the General, since after all
Obi-Wan and Cody had been among the last to come to the safe point
after the ambush. Others were happy for their template, after all, a
child was a celebration, a new member of their rather large pack.

All
of them were surprised though and relieved that nothing bad had
happened to the pregnancy.

Anything,
virtually anything
could have happened during or after the ambush.

“…Is
he still going to remain in battle?” Killer suddenly questioned,
frowning deeply as he looked around the still in construction camp,
the poles still being sunk down for some tents with the most vitals
having been set up first like the medical tent, the command and the
comms.

Snorting
loudly, Trapper continued sorting through the crate of retrieved
supplies. “There is no way that would be allowed. Omegas in the
army? Yeah that’s fine, but pregnant
anyone at all? that’s just karking insanity, there is no way you
di’kut.” He growled out.

Smacking
Trapper with the back of his hand over the head, Chopper huffed
loudly. “Don’t call your brother an idiot. It’s honestly a
valid question when the omega in question is a dini’la jetii.” He
argued quietly back.

That
had everyone pausing.

Jedi
were
insane,
that was very true and no one argued with Chopper about that but even
a Jedi would see sense and not try to… they weren’t that
insane were they?

“WHAT
DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO STAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD!?” Came the roar
from medtent that
startled birds out of the trees around the camp to take flight,
Jango’s clearly enraged voice echoing around the makeshift shelter
they were setting up as best they could with salvaged supplies.

Well,
that did answer that question, Jango’s rather loud voice informing
them all that Obi-Wan did indeed want to stay and fight. Honestly
with
that volume they
wouldn’t be shocked if Boba heard that all the way to Slave I,
several glancing towards the parked
ship
to see if the ramp was lowering.

Rubbing
his chin, Tup exchanged a look with Hardcase. “…Five credits says
Mand’alor is sleeping on Slave I alone tonight.” He smirked,
finally settling as they heard a rather annoyed tone of the Jedi
responding back to his mate.

“…You’re
on Tup, five credits says they’re all sleeping in the Slave I
tonight after running through the wilderness without knowing if the
other was fine.” Hardcase snorted, still working his way through
water purification since they weren’t certain the water on the
planet was safe to drink yet.

Better
safe than shitting themselves after all.

Laughing
as he settled down a new bucket of water beside the first one, Sketch
beamed at them. “I’m just curious if there will be just one pup
or multiples,” He rubbed his hands together as both Hardcase and
Tup paused at the thought. “I mean, can you imagine the General,
huge as a shuttle if there’s more than two in there?” He made a
big curving motion around the stomach with a laugh only to freeze as
Rod asked a question no one else had considered.

“Has
anyone told General Skywalker yet?”

Oh
boy, to be a gnat on the wall for that conversation.