How the General had knew, they still didn’t know.

Everyone knew that outside of General Krell, all the other Jedi were suppose to leave Umbara along with most of command outside of Captain Rex and the other lower officers but General Kenobi had gotten an odd look on his face when he heard who was going to take over for them.

He’d then requested a meeting with the council, a private one.

Three hours later and Kenobi along with Los was staying, the tusk-cat snarling lowly as the besalisk introduced himself with Kenobi’s hand resting on the predator’s head, blind eyes unnervingly focused on his fellow Jedi.

Maybe it had been a Force prodding, maybe the General had heard rumors, maybe it was instincts…

But the troopers were grateful that the blind and usually so cheerful Jedi had stayed.

At least…

They had in the beginning.

Because Rex wasn’t sure how he was going to explain to Cody or his own General what they had let Obi-Wan do.

If they could have stopped him that was.

Obi-Wan had once told both Cody and Rex that Jedi didn’t need any differing features on the clones to tell them apart, that in the Force, they were all as different as a snowflake and never had two of them been alike.

Obi-Wan had known from the second Krell had tried to bullshit them.

He had known what the other had been up to and Rex wasn’t sure how he thought he was going to trick the blind Jedi.

Or maybe he did, considering the insults Krell had shouted at Obi-Wan, calling him a ‘blind bastard of a half Jedi that needed others to do his work and would never be a great master himself’, taunting the Jedi not only about his blindness but his scars and the loss of his other tusk-cat.

Obi-Wan hadn’t given Krell the satisfaction of a reaction to those words.

No, Obi-Wan, from the moment he had managed to stop the fighting, had gone blank faced, his last emotion having been when he gently touched a fallen trooper with a hand.

Rex had been able to see his face, had seen the others ruined eyes go icy and his face as blank as a polished mirror.

It should have been the only hint he needed, even as Obi-Wan grasped his lightsaber even before they reached HQ.

It had been his second hint, the grasping of a weapon even before they encountered the traitor to the GAR.

His third, and last possible hint and chance to stop it, had been Obi-Wan not reacting until Krell started spewing shit about the clones, how Obi-Wan had jerked violently and lit up his lightsaber, his face transforming into a wrathful snarl though if he made a noise, it was covered by Los echoing snarl in the room.

And for a second, just a second, Rex would swear that Obi-Wan’s eyes glimmered yellow.

One of the more horrifying things when Rex would later think about it, would be the way Obi-Wan hadn’t hesitated.

Clearly Krell hadn’t expected it either, had simply lit his own lightstaffs and gotten into position, because Obi-Wan hadn’t simply attacked.

He had reached out with the Force and ripped one of Krell’s arm clean off.

Not cut it, not cauterizing the wound as a lightsaber would have but simply… ripped it clean off, the arm hitting the floor in a wet thunk as Krell roared in pain and blood sprayed the ground. Only then did Obi-Wan pounce forward, taking a second arm with Los following hot on his trail, lashing out at Krell’s leg.

Both feline and Jedi crippled Krell and yet Krell still had his sabers and even then Rex had realized that Obi-Wan had done it on purpose.

He let Krell keep his sabers, to later justify what came next.

Because Obi-Wan hadn’t stopped.

Krell, due to pain or the rapid blood loss, barely parried Obi-Wan’s next few hits before Obi-Wan once more struck, slicing along his chest and if it wasn’t for the wound being cauterized, the wound would have killed him there and then.

Instead… he just roared and then cried out pitifully as Obi-Wan dropped all pretenses, slamming his hand through the others chest as he pinned Krell to the wall, Los wrapping her mouth around one lightsaber wielding wrist and Obi-Wan cutting off the other.

His chest buried deep into the besalisk chest, Obi-Wan moved it slowly, wrapped it around Krell’s heart before leaning in, whispering something to the other Jedi, Krell’s pained eyes growing wide, choking on blood before Obi-Wan spoke louder. “You don’t deserve to live, you bastard.”

He pulled the besalisk’s heart out, the organ beating in Obi-Wan’s hand as everyone simply…stared for long moments.

And then Krell collapsed, a flayed open chest and only one hand left, his eyes wide and his mouth oozing blood.

Someone had vomited, a trooper behind Rex.

No one could quite believe what had happened, even as Obi-Wan’s hand fell and the heart dropped onto the floor in a wet thud and Los had started whimpering, licking at Obi-Wan’s bloody hand as Obi-Wan slowly fell to his knees.

His saber was deactivated and when Rex finally summoned enough mind and honestly bravery to approach him, his eyes were no longer empty.

Just milky green pools of despair and pain.

And that was the last time Obi-Wan responded, having grown comatose after his actions against Krell, leaving Rex in charge to deal with the mess, call the High Generals and his own.

Obi-Wan responded to simple commands but other than that…

For the first time, Rex finally understood why Jedi could not give into rage or wrath, he had seen a personal display of a man made of cheerful delight and warmth and what became of them if they did follow the emotions the Jedi were taught to control.

Rex never wanted to see it again.