Of course, nothing lasts forever and honestly, the boys are frankly just grateful Obi-Wan had the time to eat properly and have a few laughs when the Jedi’s comm chimes and he answers it with a look of annoyance.

“Ugh… okay, Zuru, Dogma, please just stay, grab yourselves a dessert too, I’m needed at the temple.” Obi-Wan sighed, annoyance clear on his face even as he forced a smile on his lips for his men.

“Is there something wrong sir?” Dogma half stood only to sit back down when Obi-Wan waved his hand.

“No, just meddling family. I’ll see you both later on. We’ll most likely be assigned a mission soon, most likely with the 212th.” Obi-Wan sighed deeply before waving at Dex as he swigged down the last of his tea.

With that the Jedi made his way out, the thundery cloud over him seemingly growing as he reached their parked speeders, grabbing the one he had taken out.

Zuru and Dogma could only watch him leave before looking at each other.

“Do you… know what that was about?” Dogma ventured carefully.

Shaking his head, Zuru opened his mouth only for a low but deep snort to interrupt. “That my good friends, would most likely be the summoning of the Grandmaster of the order and the great grandmaster of Obi-Wan himself.” Both troopers looked up to find Dex leaning on the booth,

Notably, the besalisk was leaning on Zuru’s side, giving Dogma space and ability to clearly see him, even if the troopers hadn’t noticed the great bulk of the man coming over.

How a man that big moved that quietly, neither was sure, it wasn’t like Dex Jettster was a Jedi like Krell.

Gripping his cup tightly, Dogma warily peered at Dex even as Zuru just waved lightly, having encountered the man before. Under the table, Zuru comfortingly pressed his calf to Dogma, feeling the other pressing his leg back.

Outwardly as calm as possible except for the tight hold on the cup, under the table, Dogma sought comfort and security. “You mean General Yoda, serah Jettster?” Zuru questioned, leaning a bit back when the large besalisk waved one of his four hand.

“No serah here, any friend of Obi-Wan can call me Dex. Wee tucker has been coming here since he was yee high,” Dex continued to gesture with another hand, still leaning on the booth with his other two. “Fresh faced and chubby looking and yet so terribly fierce. Wouldn’t feel right to have anyone call me anything other than Dex when they’re part of his small ragtag team.” He smiled at them.

Zuru and Dogma exchanged looks, both of them nodding slowly, if the latter a tad more cautiously than the former.

Fair be, it was the first time Dogma had meet Dex at all.

Moving his hand up that had been waving, Dex scratched at his throatsack. “As for my comment… yeah, I mean Master Yoda. Great man, respectable, venerated, old…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowing a bit. “And a grade tool that doesn’t understand that the eons have moved past him and that he is not infallible.” Dex sighed deeply.

Exchanging startled looks, Dogma and Zuru came to a sudden understanding.

Dex Jettster may be the only person outside of the Jedi order, perhaps even in the entire galaxy outside of Cotton, that properly knew the person Obi-Wan Kenobi had become after Qui-Gon Jinn’s actions.

()()()

Stepping into the council room, Obi-Wan let out a tired sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought I recognized the auras outside the room already, but I was hoping…” Obi-Wan trailed off before breathing out deeply, staring at the rest of the council and Qui-Gon Jinn. “Let me guess, another mission with the 212th and potentially the 501st? Far into the dept of space, meaning we’ll have to work together closely?” He questioned dryly.

Most of the other Jedi looked uncomfortable, especially his former master and Obi-Wan inwardly snorted as he let his eyes trail over his fellow council members until he found the culprit.

Obi-Wan eyed the old master before nodding. “Grandmaster, I’d say you look good but you sort of just look like you’ve always have you old, dried out sponge.” He stated dryly with a knowing look in his eyes.

Yoda simply raised his brows at Obi-Wan, the council covering discreet laughs with coughs as Cotton scampered into the room and crawled up Obi-Wan’s back, resting his head on the Jedi’s shoulder. “When almost nine hundred you become, comment on my looks you can.” The grandmaster grumped.

“And when master repudiates you in front of a body beings you respect, you can try to force me to forgive mine, until then, I have other things to do in this forsaken war. Now, what mission is it you have for me?” Obi-Wan drawled, crossing his arms over his chest as he ignored the collective flinch of the entire room.

Old troll 0, Obi-Wan 1.