Alright, alright, alright, so @snootsnoot-fiction asked me ages ago if I could draw Obi-Wan being blissfully unaware of Ahsoka and Anakin causing chaos behind him. Sorry for the long wait, I hope this was worth it!
Obi-Wan is trying so hard not to see anything. Rex already failed.
Forfatter: swmoddy
Back up the stairs again
I am a different man
A broken mirror only shows as best it can
Running in shoes that shine
With blood that isn’t mine
A staining trophy of the battles I’ve survived
obi-wan: i have a new cloak.
ahsoka, peeking out from under it: we have a new cloak.
gffa:
Star Wars: The Bad Batch | Streaming May 4th 2021
Do you have a master list for all your fics that aren’t on AO3? I was trying to read Distant pain in the chronological order but I just kept having to scroll and it’s rather frustrating. I love your fics and I want to read them but having to scroll through a bunch of posts are not ideal.
https://app.raindrop.io/my/5207797
The masterlist is ideal for that, as it has the tags put into chronological order.
See, if you place /chrono after a tag, it arranges all the posts from first to last, as long as the tag is working. But yes, use the masterlist
If you find the time for it… I am dying to know what happens next in Sightlessbird!
Sitting back in his chair, Fox let out a deep sigh as he rubbed at his face with his hands.
He had finally managed to find a gas to use on the Chancellor, dorin rimu gas. Completely harmless to Kel Dor’s but to humans, lethal if inhaled for a prolonged time, just like dorin gas itself. The difference was that while dorin gas was completely natural and formed on its own on dorin, dorin rimu needed to be developed from a certain rock being broken down.
Fox had already arranged for the rocks to be brought to the barracks, under the guise as ‘décor, as they were rather pretty, colorful rocks.
He would have to involve a few brothers for that process, though, not tell them what the gas was for.
Maybe he’d lie, tell them it was for one of the Jedi.
Dorin rimu was often used as a painkiller for them, sort of like laughing gas apparently, from what Fox research informed him. Colorless, odorless and lethal to humans.
It was perfect.
Fox would have to ensure the man breathed in while alone in his office or while only brothers with helmets were in there.
Or meeting with Kel Dor’s.
For them, it would be safe if perhaps a tad frustrating or humiliating if they got high.
‘But its a sacrifice I’m willing to make.’ Fox smirked a tad into his hands before dropping his hands, eyes falling to the framed photo on his desk, one of the few decorations he kept, even going so far as to physically have a copy of this day printed.
It was of Obi-Wan, him and Obi-Wan, well over a year ago.
The kid was on Fox back, the commander holding tightly onto his legs as Obi-Wan held onto Fox shoulder pauldrons, laughter visible on his face and a smile on Fox face.
Fox remembered that day, Obi-Wan had come to visit him and the other guards, bringing them homemade fudge from the temple that he had asked one of the master’s to help him make. They had to share of course, Obi-Wan couldn’t bring a ton or make a ton with only one master’s help but there had been enough for a portion for each.
After eating it, Fox stashing most of his in his drawer in his office, the commander had taken Obi-Wan down to the shooting range, quietly continuing the blaster lessons the two had started weeks ago.
It was the first time Obi-Wan had hit the bullseye of the target.
Fox had been so proud, a tad overwhelmed.
Here was this blind Jedi, this slip of a boy, with wide, excited eyes and steady hands, holding a blaster and after weeks of instructions, of gently guiding Obi-Wan’s hands and telling him how to care for the blaster afterward… Obi-Wan had done it.
Obi-Wan had hit the target on his own and fully hit the bullseye.
All on his own.
Of course, afterward there was more hits, Obi-Wan hitting the bullseye every time he shot, but that first day..
Fox couldn’t help himself, lifting his vod’ika of his feet and up into the air, twirling a laughing Obi-Wan around before piggybacking him around the guard building to inform everyone.
Thorn had snapped a picture of them while Fox had been boasting of Obi-Wan.
‘We looked so happy… Obi-Wan was so happy, pleased and joyful…’ Fox picked up the silver frame, gently running his thumb over his little brother’s face. ‘…I’ll get rid of this threat against you, Obi-Wan, there is a war but I’ll make sure you’re safe on Coruscant at the very least. Just stay away for the rest of the month, then you’ll be safe little one, so promises your ori’vod.’ Fox pressed a kiss to the picture.
Then he sat it down and got up, picking his helmet up and pulling it on.
It was time to go back to work.
Time to be ‘just’ another clone trooper in the eyes of many but the reminder of his brothers around him, of Obi-Wan’s hand in his, the respectful greeting of Jedi… it kept him going as he stepped out into the hallway to make his way to the Senate.
Just another day in the life of Commander Fox, dealing with people that didn’t deserve his respect.
It was a good thing he had gotten real skilled at hiding that.
Acting, what an undervalued skill for a vod.
In shut me down did plo still find Ashoka and has she befriend obi as well??
Humming quietly as he continued carving the wood slowly, Obi-Wan pretended not to notice the blue eyes watching him from the flower bush from the left.
They had been watching him for a while and initially, Obi-Wan had been uncertain how to deal with it, seeing as he was all alone but…
Well, after he figured out the who, he wasn’t so concerned.
After all, younglings of all races were merely curious and the Jedi Initiates were no different than those outside of the temple. Which was why Obi-Wan simply continued carving, working away on the canine taking shape.
He was actually rather impressed that she was keeping quiet still. At her age, Obi-Wan would have moved long ago but she was keeping still and quiet, simply observing him, not even moving her head or hands as far as Obi-Wan could tell.
She certainly made no sound and if it wasn’t for her lack at muffling her own Force aura, then he likely wouldn’t have noticed her at all.
Blowing on the carving to send the wood shavings away and into his lap instead, Obi-Wan eyed the figure taking shape before turning his head to glance at the bush, lips twitching as there was a little shift of leaves and flowers.
Likely he had surprised her by looking at the bush. “I don’t bite, you’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” Obi-Wan offered softly, patting the teal colored grass beside him even as he made sure to hold the carving knife securely. Yan would not be happy if Obi-Wan cut himself again by being thoughtless.
There was another shift in the bushes, some abashment joining the Force aura of the little one and then she came out, blinking at him with large blue eyes peering uncertainly at him as she patted out her Initiate shift.
A young togruta with white markings on her face, seemingly around the age of eight to ten if Obi-Wan was guessing correctly, her lekkus white and blue with a deep orange skin. If Obi-Wan was to take a guess, that meant her parents would have been from Shili and inland togrutas most likely, as the orange skin had developed to hide them in the orange grass fields of the inlands.
“Hello there little one.” He smiled gently at the togruta, wiggling his foot as he rested his carving in his lap, trying to come of as none-threatening as possible.
So far, she was the first one of the younglings to come this close to him and later on approach him when she was called out. Obi-Wan found himself curious why so many of them spied on him from time to time, everywhere from the commissary, the gardens, the meditations rooms, sparring halls and so on.
It had been a tad overwhelming, especially in the start when Obi-Wan was learning to deal with so many Force sensitive in one place once more.
Now seemed as good as any moment to maybe figure it out and sate the curiosity.
She bit her lips, showing small fangs and then she slowly made her way over. “Hello. Barris says you were a Jedi.” She stated shyly, pausing about a hand away from him.
Obi-Wan cocked his head, fingers of the hand holding the carving tapping at the wood. “I was, yes. Me and my grandmaster left many years ago but we’re back at the temple for protection.” He confirmed. ‘So that’s why they were curious…’ Obi-Wan thought with some amusement.
The rumors about them must have been spreading like fire in dry grass.
That seemed to be the right thing to say as she instantly perked up and seemed to relax at the same time, the young togruta sitting down with her lekkus twitching with excitement. “So its true that the other man you’re with left too? And that he was a master?” She gasped.
Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, going back to working on the akul carving. “Yes. His name is Yan Dooku, there’s a statue of him in the Archive among the Lost. I was just a knight,” He glanced at her once more. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He introduced.
If he had thought her eyes had been big hearing about Yan, then it was nothing when she heard his name, blue eyes going so large that they almost eclipsed the white of her eyes. “You’re the Sith Slayer.” She gasped.
Obi-Wan winced, but she didn’t seem to notice and he forced himself to keep smiling. “That’s me. Now, how about you, who are you?” He questioned.
Pushing her chest out proudly, her lekkus practically dancing in their excitement, the youngling beamed with all her teeth on display, showing how she had been raised among humans as it bared her fangs as if a threat display. “I’m Ahsoka Tano!” She announced proudly. “I’m eight!” She held up both her hands, displaying eight fingers.
“Well meet, Ahsoka Tano.” Obi-Wan greeted, lips twitching into a genuine smile once more as he found himself meaning the greeting. ‘Well meet indeed youngling.’ He thought as she continued beaming at him.
– We were happy too. Seventy Years of Sleep, nikka ursula (n.t)
Day 2 of @commandercodyweek is here! The theme is Origins, and I picked the prompt of learning why Cody has a jetpack instead of a pauldron or kama.
[Image ID: A three panel comic of Commander Cody and Alpha-17 from Star Wars. The first panel is Cody examining an ARC pauldron in 212th gold, glancing at 17 and asking, “You’ve worked with Kenobi, 17 – what will I need?” Over Cody’s shoulder, arms crossed, Alpha replies, “The patience of a kriffing saint.”
The second panel is a screencap of Obi-Wan Kenobi hurling himself out a window from Attack of the Clones. Alpha-17 is drawn in the corner, recalling that incident with a haunted look.
The third panel, Alpha adds, “And a jet pack. Good luck, Kote.” He is holding a jet pack in his hands. Cody is turned to give him a concerned frown, lowering the pauldron in his own hands. End ID.]
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