Are Anakin & the Clones going to try and figure out who tipped off Grievous in Secret We Carry?

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Tapping his fingers on the table in frustration and swamping guilt mixed with horror, Anakin stared at the lines of comm codes on the terminal display.

Regardless how long he stared however, nothing changed and Cody finally seemed to have enough as he cleared his throat behind him. “There’s… very little here.” The commander pointed out almost delicately.

Considering what they were seeing and the things it implied, Anakin appreciated that.

Every long range signal of the Negotiator and Resolute were listed here, hell, Cody and Rex had gone about shaking down a few of the tech advanced clones for their long range communicators even.

So those comms were in here too.

And so far, there were only three comm codes that lead away from the ships, everything else was between the two ships, troopers communicating with each others.

One of the comm codes were the council, the secure line, the line Anakin had used often enough lately to have it memorized.

The second was Ahsoka’s line, leading to the comm Anakin had personally secured to ensure being able to safely speak to his padawan.

And the last was the comm Anakin had spoken to Palpatine on.

Out of those three…

The council comms were some of the most secure lines in the galaxy, Jedi slicers had worked on those and the only way to break into them would be to break into the temple itself and gain the comm codes and break it from the inside.

The line Anakin spoke with Ahsoka on could have been compromised of course… but Anakin had himself worked on that line and if there was one thing Anakin prided himself, it was his skill with technology.

That and dueling was the things he was good with.

That left the Chancellor’s own line.

Had the chancellor office become compromised, had an aid been listening in or…

Anakin closed his eyes, breathing through his nose shakily.

No, he knew what had happened.

He knew because Palpatine had never been subtle of his attempt to circumvent Obi-Wan’s authority and position in Anakin’s life, had always tried to make himself Anakin’s mentor in some way. And Anakin, shamefully, would admit that he had liked the attention.

Palpatine had never judged him for wanting things outside the order or doing things differently.

But…

Would he really go so far as to leak Obi-Wan’s position?

‘Yes, yes he would.’ A shiver passed down Anakin’s back, the Force whispering its confirmation in his ear.

He wasn’t stupid, he may have been a bit slow at times, but he understood emotions and the covetous nature of the old politician. Anakin, as a young child, had not understood why Palpatine kept asking for him.

But as a teen and adult, he had come to understand that the Chancellor understood the power Anakin had at his disposal in the Force.

For some reason, the man wanted Anakin’s favor and confidence because of that.

Well, the reasons seemed pretty apparent to Anakin, Anakin could literally ragdoll an entire planet if he wanted to. Had actually done it once during a breakdown with Obi-Wan on a moon, something both of them had kept from all other Jedi and even the Chancellor.

The power would have scared people and Anakin had understood that as a seventeen year old padawan, sitting with Obi-Wan as he carefully put bacta patches on his hurting master’s back with shaking hands, the man’s quiet voice, reassuring voice in his ear.

He’d almost lost Obi-Wan, had felt Obi-Wan’s life drain out of him, just as when he had found his mother a few years later and… well, he had a lot more understanding for Obi-Wan’s rage at seeing master Qui-Gon’s death.

The only reason he had not ragdolled Tatooine came from his rage being focused, though, looking back, Anakin was not proud of what he had done that dark night and he banished those thoughts far, far away.

Standing here and now, Anakin wasn’t sure what to do as he opened his eyes, staring at the comm codes again.

He couldn’t prove anything.

But he could be on guard at the very least. ‘And we’ll need to inform the council… Force, this is such a mess.’ Anakin sighed deeply, shoulders slumping.

All he wanted was to sit with his wife, watch Obi-Wan eat a full meal while not becoming uncomfortable and play sabbac with Ahsoka, was that really so much to ask for?

In awol Jedi how does the escape from coruscant go? Do the escape cleanly or do the get caught?

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Landing almost silently behind the swish of his cloak and the click of his heels, Obi-Wan glanced around warily to check if anyone had seen him jump from the roof.

Thankfully, except for a stray tooka, who was staring at him with large yellow eyes, no one seemed to have noticed the Jedi and Obi-Wan let out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding as he straightened and fixed his hood.

Then he set of, blending into the crowds of the slums of Coruscant, many people having hoods up as they didn’t want to be recognized or seen, all of them occupied with their own task they didn’t want to be recognized doing, be it for pleasure or business.

If there was one place someone could get lost, it was in a place where everyone wanted to be lost and Obi-Wan blended in with the crowd easily and despite his urge to intervene when he noticed a dealer selling deathsticks, he kept walking.

Everyone had split up, leaving out through the bedroom windows in ten minutes intervals to ensure no one caught onto several shadows leaping away. If ‘only’ one Jedi disappeared, it look like they were just angling for a bit of fun and Mace had reported over comm that he had a pair of shadows as he made his way towards the Jedi temple.

Plo had equally reported his own tails but neither Stass or Depa had reported anyone following them and Obi-Wan had not noticed anyone following him either. And honestly, he had been hyper focused on that.

Oppo should be leaving any moment now according to the chrono and Obi-Wan hoped that he wouldn’t have someone following him.

It would make everything simpler as they were suppose to rendezvous in half an hour as long as the last Jedi out wasn’t being followed.

They knew that they wouldn’t be able to take the ship they had arrived in, unfortunately but thankfully, Fox and the Coruscant troopers had arranged with another ship from the Jedi temple hours earlier.

It had been set up at a landing pad in Coco Town, Dex keeping an eye on it for the Jedi and ensuring that no one caught on just who the ship was intended for.

Honestly, Obi-Wan was so ready to get out of dodge.

He wanted to go home, research the flora and fauna, have tea with Anakin, play with the twins and enjoy time with the 212th, not cater to the whims of politicians.

His comm crackled and Obi-Wan quickly slipped into a shielded dead end, lifting it to listen as Oppo reported in.

All clear.

They could go home and Obi-Wan’s pulse throbbed with excitement.

They were going home again.

Their ruse had worked, Kamino was emptied out of troopers clones, fetus to adults, and now they could start rebuilding a planet just for them, safe away from the demands of the Senate as they ripped themselves free from their rules.

The Senate and their laws and ‘justice’ had almost destroyed the Jedi, there were even less now than before and Obi-Wan could only sense relief in himself at how free the Jedi order suddenly were along with the troopers. ‘Home…’ He slipped back into the crowds.

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gffa:

Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith | Star Wars: The Clone Wars – “A Distant Echo”

#LIKE MASTER LIKE PADAWAN DOESN’T EVEN BEGIN TO COVER IT
#ONLY THOSE TWO COULD LOSE THEIR LIGHTSABER WHILE A GIANT REPTILE RAGDOLLS THEM ACROSS AN ALIEN PLANET’S LANDSCAPE AND THEIR RIGHT HAND CLONE HAS TO PICK IT UP AND KEEP TRACK OF IT FOR THEM
#ONLY THOSE TWO

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Here I am enabling you to hurt my soul. Can I have a kidnapping in sweet princess. Or an attempt. What would happen if someone tried to take din from boba?

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Grumbling faintly to himself as he set his helmet on the arm, Boba tilted his head to look up at Fennec as the zabrak hurried out of his sight, having reported from town about the build. “You know where Din went?” He questioned, voice pitched low so it wouldn’t carry.

Din preferred to keep his name out of the court as Princess, to avoid Bo-Katan’s attention when she finally arrived and the separation from bared face to armor was still a threshold the other hadn’t quite managed to get comfortable, not yet.

That time would come but not yet.

Fennec shrugged, comfortably settled on the arm of Boba’s throne. “Think he went down to look at some of the weaponry. You know how he gets.” She smirked a tad and Boba sighed to himself.

Seemed he’d have to find Din a job soon if he was getting antsy.

To be fair, it had been a month since Din’s last job, the other had been doing good with just sparring and training. Since his nightmare, Din had been slightly clingy, not that Boba had been much better.

It was nice to have Din in his arms, sleeping, safe and sound and clingy and kissy.

Boba liked affection, sue him!

There was a small throat being cleared and Boba looked away from his friend and enforcer, his brows jumping in surprise to find one of the younglings from the town standing in front of his dais, the boy looking nervous as he clung to a gray, duracrete box.

He looked like one of the market boys if Boba was right, wearing roughspun but proper clothes, a dark sun tanned skin and wide, hazel eyes as he peered up at Boba from under a mop of curls that almost reminded Boba of his lover. “I-I’m sorry for disturbing sir, but I was paid t-to deliver this to you.” The boy stammered out, his voice cracking from spot to spot in clear evidence of puberty.

“A delivery?” Boba repeated slowly, his eyes falling back to the box the boy was clinging to. “Paid? By who lad.”

The boy shuffled his booted feet on the sand, sucking on his bottom lip. “Um, I don’t really know. They were strangers, I’d never seen them before but they paid me a handful of of peggat to deliver this box to the King of Tatooine, giving it directly to you and you alone sir.” He swallowed thickly, shaking a bit from nerves.

Clearly, this had not been the boys idea and now he looked like he regretted accepting the deal.

If he was honest, the box could be anything, a bomb even but Boba didn’t think so.

Raising his brow, Boba glanced back up at Fennec, the sharpshooter looking as confused as him before he looked back to the nervous boy. “Well, lets see what these people wanted me to have then.” Boba held out his hand, gesturing for the lad to step closer.

The boy, teen really, stepped forward and gingerly handed over the box before quickly stepping back, stopping reluctantly when Boba held up a hand for him to wait. Depending on the contents of the box, Boba would have more questions for the boy about the ones who asked for him to deliver it to the King of Tatooine.

It was light, for some reason Boba had expected more heft to it, it looked quite large after all.

An uneasy feeling rose in Boba’s chest as he settled the box on his lap, staring down at the gray duracrete box.

He didn’t want to open it and clearly Fennec recognized that as she settled her hand on his shoulder. “Boba?” She whispered quietly.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Boba rumbled. He’d gotten used to listening to his instincts, especially during his hunts when he was still a bounty hunter and his instincts were wailing at that moment.

Still he released the latches on the box, pulling it off in a smooth move.

His heart leapt to his throat, his hands clenched on the lid and he heard Fennec take a snapping breath of air as his head buzzed in a convoluted mix of dangerous emotions.

The most prominent was fear and raw fury.

Because in the box, was a soft, silky length of white cloth, stained with darkening blood as it is drying into the fabric.

Resting on top of the silky outfit, the outfit Din had been wearing earlier and Boba had marveled at how it made Din’s tanned skin glow, lays Din’s beskar collar with a severed tanned finger resting in the middle of silver and white.

Several court members dropped under the tables as Boba crushed the duracrete lid with his hands, the boy squeaked loudly and trembled as Boba rose with the box held in his hand, duracrete falling off his lap from the broken lid. “Tell me everything about the ones who sent you here.” Boba hissed, his voice quiet but all the more frightening for it.

An angry, raving monarch was one thing, something to be soothed. An icy cold and calculative furious one could massacre a planet.

More than one person almost pissed themselves in fear as they stared with wide eyes as the King plucked a familiar beskar collar out of the box, several people squeaking in horror as realization set in about what had pissed Boba Fett of.

“Tell me who took my Princess?!”

()()()

Squinting slightly at the cell door with the dim light provided from the window over his head, Din wondered how long it would take until his left eye was too swollen to see anything.

If experience told him anything, maybe another hour.

If he remained awake long enough that was.

As it was, stripped of all his clothes, sheer as they were, his arms restrained over his head, with a gag tied cruelly around his head as he sat on the floor of the warm cell he was being kept in, he wasn’t sure he would remain awake much longer.

The damn cell was like a sweat box and his body throbbed with pain every time he shifted, sweat gathering on his skin and dripping into open sores on his body. His legs ached from being kept up towards his chest but Din didn’t quite dare lower them since the devaronian kept watching him with lidded, interested eyes.

He didn’t want to give the mutt more to look at, regardless how his legs ached or how much pressing his legs together generated more heat.

Knowing Tatooine though, he knew, come nightfall, everything would grow almost icy cold, leaving Din to freeze, so he better enjoy the warmth while he could, even if it left him feeling dehydrated, his lips chaffing around the cloth in his mouth.

Well, enjoy it as long as he was left alone, Din didn’t like the way some of his abductors were looking at him, some of them obviously leering at him with lust as they looked him over, while others were angry over the comrades they had lost when Din was ambushed.

Din didn’t go down easy, still battle hardened as he was and apparently this group, idiots as they were, didn’t expect him to have a vibroblade tucked on him in the sheer folds of his outfit.

Hopefully, that meant that Boba could find evidence of the shuffle and start gathering clues.

His left hand throbbed with pain, reminding Din that these assholes had removed one of his fingers, as a ‘message’ to the King.

It was meant as a point, that they were quite willing to harm Din and he had seen it in action before. A threat display.

Never in a million years had he thought he’d be exposed to it himself though and he could only hope that infection wouldn’t set in, though he could tell a few of the other sores on his body was showing signs of infection.

He wasn’t sure what they were wanted from his buir’ika but Din hoped to hell that Boba wouldn’t give them it as he shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable, grimacing as the hunter felt sand itching up his ass crack.

Din wanted to go home.

He wanted to crawl into the large tub in the King’s suite, sit in Boba’s lap, have his hair washed and then snuggle up into their bed, wrapped up in his lover’s arms.

Din wanted to be safe with his buir’ika.

As he heard a commotion from the front of whatever place they were keeping him, Din sent of a prayer to manda and the ka’ra that Boba would find him and find him soon.

He’d rather keep the rest of his body parts.

In sightlessbird what’s the chances of us getting some pain? The only thing I love more than bonding with the clones is protective clones. And hurt Obi, of course.

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The 501st is grounded.

Normally, that be a reason for relaxation, the troopers and Jedi taking advantage of the downtime to decompression, to sleep, train and do anything but think about the war as best they could. But the reason for their grounding makes any form for decompression impossible.

Someone poisoned their commander.

Someone went out of their way to target an underage Jedi padawan.

Now, it could be because Obi-Wan was the padawan of the Hero with no Fear, Anakin Skywalker prolific in the war along with his master and whoever had targeted Obi-Wan on the CIS side feared what he could become under the guidance of Skywalker and Jinn.

But such reasons became moot to Rex when faced with his commander looking like a pale doll, laying on a too large medical bed with an oxygen mask on his face, his loose hair spread around his head like a halo.

The poison had left Obi-Wan’s face puffy, the scar across his face looking worse than usual and his skin has taken greyish tinge and the slow and sometimes stuttered breath had Rex anxiety clawing up the walls.

He wanted to punch someone but that was the last thing he could do in the Jedi halls of healing, standing at the end of Obi-Wan’s bed as machines monitored and breathed for him.

Beside him, Fox stood quietly too, staring at their boy with a stoic look on his face. But his eyes were reddened, telling Rex everything he needed about how the other trooper was really feeling about the entire situation.

Both jerked too when Obi-Wan breath wheezed and stuttered again, the boy twitching on the bed in pain despite being unconscious as his heart rate spiked for a few moments. Then it went back to the new normal.

The poison had given Obi-Wan arrhythmia and the skipping of the heartbeat made Rex mouth fill with saliva each time he heard it, the nausea rising its head like an angry viper.

Still he made no motion to leave.

He couldn’t.

He needed more information, needed to know that Obi-Wan was going to be alright, that they had gotten the boy to the healers in time, that Kix had kept their commander stable long enough for it to matter.

The door opened and both troopers turned abruptly, watching as General Skywalker walked in.

The man looked pale, tired and he jerked in surprise at seeing them.

Then he relaxed a moment later, a weak smile crossing his face that threatened to send Rex to his knees at the implication of it. “Should have figured I’d find you two here.” The Jedi murmured, making his way in to sit down Obi-Wan’s bedside, gently grasping the hand not fitted with an IV line.

“Sir.. is… will Obi-Wan…” Fox spoke up, not as familiar with Anakin as Rex.

Letting out a deep sigh, Anakin gave the commander a small smile. “At ease. Obi-Wan will be fine, we got the antidote into him quickly enough to prevent permanent damage,” He murmured, watching both troopers slump with their relief, Fox holding onto the foot of the bed end for support. “He’ll need a few weeks to recover, that’s a given but he will recover, make no doubt about that.” He continued quietly.

Rex ran his shaking hand over his face.

Great stars, he wasn’t going to loose his little commander just yet, not this one and he sent off of a prayer to every goddess and god he knew of that might listen and one to the Force just for precaution, thanking all of them for not taking Obi-Wan away.

“What worries me,” Anakin continued, both looking back to the Jedi. “Is the fact that someone tried to finish Obi-Wan off and that someone was on Coruscant.” He gave both of them a meaningful look as he sat there with Obi-Wan’s hand in his lap.

Fox and Rex traded looks.

They had worried about that too but their worry about Obi-Wan’s life had taken priority.

Now that they knew their vod’ika would be fine, that he would just need time, the thought was once more back.

“…I’ll send out feelers into the underworld on Coruscant,” Fox stated grimly, eyes dropping to Obi-Wan’s swollen one. His lips pulled into a thin line as he stared at the little Jedi and then he moved forward, carefully stroking his hand over Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Rest up Birdie. I’ll come see you again.” He promised softly.

Below the gaze of the three, Obi-Wan continued sleeping, unaware of the direction his life would take.