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Feeling his mouth drop open in shock, Cody stared at Helix for a long moment, struggling before he finally spat out a response. “What?” He rasped.

Grimacing, Helix glanced to the medbed, their comatose General deep breath seemingly giving him strength. “Cock and ball torture, from what I treated, that’s my assumption on what happened, with the swelling and the… the marks.” Helix repeated, stuttering slightly as he grimaced with disgust.

Running his hand over his face, Cody opened his mouth then closed it again, feeling like he had been hit.

Fractured left leg, anal tears, bruising and swelling over his face, rubbed raw wrists and ankles and now this.

When Helix informed him that whoever had their Jedi had used little to no lube and certainly had not stretched him, he thought that was the worst but this was so much more worse.

‘Sadism.’ His mind pointed out, rather unnecessarily.

Cody knew there were people who enjoyed sadomasochism, hell there were people of the other inclination too even, who enjoyed pain and with consent and proper care, sure, that was fine. He didn’t want to know the details but hell, what happened in someone else life with consent was their thing.

But Obi-Wan’s consent…

He swallowed thickly, feeling sick and let out a noise when Helix guided him to sit down on the other bed beside Obi-Wan’s. The grip of the medic’s hands on his shoulder was grounding and Cody forced himself to breath.

He was now grateful that Obi-Wan was in a drugged sleep, Helix having offered it when Obi-Wan curled uncertainly into the crisp bed, glancing around the empty medbay after treatment in a privacy room, Cody holding his hand on the other side of a curtain.

Normally, the medbay would have been full of the other medics and COM’S, brushing up on their skills or helping troopers that had issues that were more chronic, but the medbay of the barracks had been empty when they arrived.

Cody suspected that the news of Obi-Wan arriving had made the entire barracks around and that, as a sign of respect and for the Jedi’s comfort, any unfamiliar medics had cleared out, which seemed to be all of them and supported Cody’s theory that Helix had been sleeping, the 212th medics off duty.

So, for now, the other medics had cleared out.

Just for as long as the Jedi was in house and in need of healing.

Looking to Obi-Wan, Cody let out a deep breath as he stared at the still swollen face of the man as Helix carefully withdrew to check on Obi-Wan. He knew that it would take a few hours before the swelling and bruising would disappear even with treatment but Cody…

The Jedi didn’t deserve this.

The clones didn’t deserve it.

Fox had quietly informed him that a few of the Senators had gotten rough with a few of the shinies on the Guard, so now that was something to be on guard for too. “…One month.” He murmured, Helix pausing in his checks to look at Cody.

The two stared at each other before Helix glanced down at their Jedi, his face tightening before he nodded. “Yes, Vod’alor.” He murmured, his lips twitching with amusement at Cody’s grimace.

A few of the battalions had taken to calling him that lately, vod’alor, as if the title meant anything.

‘Ah, but Mand’alor meant nothing until people were made to respect it, no?’ A voice suspiciously like Alpha-17 barked in his head.

Ugh, he wasn’t dealing with this tonight of all nights and he was almost relieved when his comm rang.

Raising it, Cody felt himself freeze as he took in the number.

Kark, it was Skywalker and Cody glanced quickly to Obi-Wan before answering the comm.

Instantly a frazzled Anakin appeared, Ahsoka peeking around his elbow with wide, worried eyes. “Commander, is Obi-Wan with you?” The blond instantly asked, shifting nervously before looking down at Ahsoka. “He was suppose to… Ahsoka and he had a duel set up on the sky roof but… maybe he forgot it and is with you?”

The Jedi sounded so painfully young that for a moment Cody forgot that technically he was older than Cody. His heart lodged in his throat as he stared at the man, then he glanced to the side again, looking at Obi-Wan’s healing face.

“…I’m sorry sir, but the General was at the Rotunda. He’s here in the barracks now.” Cody stated, tone grim and he closed his eyes when Ahsoka covered her mouth and ducked behind Anakin’s back.

That answered his question on if the commanders knew exactly what was going on.

Anakin’s face fell. “But… he didn’t come home.” The man stated slowly before furrowing his brows.

Then he closed his eyes tightly as realization hit him.

The only reason Obi-Wan wouldn’t return home was if he was injured, if he didn’t want to show his face. “He’s in the medbay, isn’t he?” Anakin whispered.

Unhappily, Cody nodded. “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” He whispered, knowing how useless those words were and yet needing to say them.

Anakin said nothing, only ran his hand over his face, shiny nails on display for Cody to see and remember he had an ally in the Senate. “I… just look after him. If he’s not coming here, it means he doesn’t want me to see how he looks. Dex has his diner closed down, he normally goes there when things get… when things are rough.” The blond stated haltingly.

The diner?

Well, the besalisk was friendly, they knew that.

But it was still an odd choice… until Cody realized that Obi-Wan didn’t trust anyone else not to spread gossip and was trying to avoid the temple and in particular Anakin, seeing him in such a state.

So instead of asking questions, he nodded. “Helix has him covered. I’ll stay too,” He promised when Anakin opened his mouth. “I’ll be on the bed beside him, waiting until tomorrow.” He promised the other man.

Anakin shifted before nodding. “Thank you commander. I’ll… see you both tomorrow then.” He whispered, sounding drained and small before he hung up.

Cody stared at his comm link then sighed deeply.

One month.

Just one month.

They’d have to accelerate their plans.

Glancing at Obi-Wan’s face, staring at the bruises and dark marks, taking in the gauze wrapped around wrists, Cody steeled his determination.

One month and the Senate burned.