Living a life as a clone and military man, there just aren’t a lot of chances to feel greedy without disrupting the chain of command and supply lines and the times he has felt greedy are… vivid.
The time Ponds had burst into their room on Kamino, wild eyed with a large box of ice cream, given to him by one of the trainers that favored him. That time he had felt greedy for keeping it between himself and the rest of his vode in the room, telling no one about the ice cream.
The time a sneaky looking Rex had dragged Cody of for a night of drinking with his own General and Obi-Wan.
That time Senator Organa had gifted Cody with a bottle of fine whiskey from his planet, he still actually had half of it hidden in the bottom of his locker, the bottle covered by a broken helmet.
The incident that left the 212th stranded for a full week on a remote jungle planet, the only danger being the predators around them as they all frolicked in a damn lake and forgot about the war just for a while, Obi-Wan laughing as he joined in on some water fun.
That one time the scouting party had come over a whole orchard of wild apples and they had raided the entire orchard to bring back to the 212th a sweet treat for everyone, Longshot sneakily producing sugar from somewhere and the General had handed over cinnamon from his tea stock with a wink. They had baked the apples and… well, Cody had felt really greedy after eating two of those baked apples because his General had, smilingly, given over his portion with another wink.
Then there was that time his General, sick as could be, fevered and shaky, had curled up in the same bed as Cody to keep warm, his form warm and comforting for all that he was sick.
But today…
Today Cody feels greedy.
Because today he’s in one of the floating gardens, completely cleared for civilians with only a few vode around. And Obi-Wan.
Just them.
On a karking picnic cloth, a basket between them full of foods Cody has never tasted but the besalisk at the diner Obi-Wan enjoyed had piled on him when he had come into the diner.
Of course, the moment he entered, even in incognito as he wore a shiny armor, the entire diner had frozen as Cody along with Boil and Waxer for inconspicuous guards, approached the owner.
Somehow, Dex had realized in under a minute that it was Vod’alor Kote under the blank bucket and had instantly started plying him with Obi-Wan’s favorites and asking for a few of Cody’s preferences to pile in a few he thought Cody would like.
Maybe it was Boil and Waxer that clued him in, maybe it was Cody asking for General Kenobi’s favorites to cheer him up or hell, maybe the besalisk was Force sensitive?
Who knew, not Cody.
But he was grateful for the amount of food and the variation, delighting in trying different dishes and watching Obi-Wan dig in, laughing happily as he sat with Cody on the blue and white patterned cloth on the green grass.
There was even an illusion of privacy from his vode due to the bushes and trees around them, and Cody knew that Obi-Wan most likely felt them all around them but having them out of sight seemed to relax the Jedi too.
He looked… happy.
It made Cody happy.
And so did the little ice cream tart thingy that had been in a temperature proof container. It had only started melting slightly in the edges and it tasted delicious.
Or as Obi-Wan said, simply sublime while licking blue creamy niceness of his spoon.
“Will the GAR demobilize the natborn officers?” Obi-Wan curious voice cut through the calm, Cody choking slightly on a piece of tart before swallowing thickly, turning his head to look at the Jedi.
He meet the eyes of a slightly concerned Obi-Wan, the concern ebbing away when Cody looked fine to turn into a slight smile instead. “I… we really haven’t gotten that far honestly.” Cody cleared his throat, rubbing slightly at it. Kark, he hated coughing, always left his throat sore and his chest feeling like someone had inserted a tube to drain fluids and yes, he had that done once when the whole of 212th came down with some kind of karked CIS virus.
Nodding, as if he already suspected the answer, Obi-Wan ran his spoon through the tart on his plate and ate chewed slowly, enjoying his treat. “Understandable, but you should consider keeping some of them that aren’t as… antagonistic towards the vode, some of them made for good military leaders… if they can be trusted that is.” He tacked on thoughtfully.
Putting the thought into his memory back, Cody grimaced slightly. “Honestly General, I’d rather not think about work right now. I just want to enjoy the gardens,” He sighed deeply, looking around. “First time I’ve been to one of these you know.” Cody added a tad wistfully.
There was a pause then warmth pressed up against his side, Cody turning his head to find Obi-Wan having shifted close enough to press their shoulders together. The redhead was smiling slightly. “Then we won’t talk about work, though, I have to ask, do you intend to keep the mandate that has Jedi as Generals?” He tilted his head.
He didn’t look judging or angry, just curious even as Cody instantly shook his head, eyes wide. “Of course not, why would you think that Gene-oh…” He smiled a tad sheepishly.
Chuckling faintly, Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled warmly. “Then I think you should just call me Obi-Wan, Vod’alor.” He stated fondly, gently.
“…Only if you call me Cody,” Cody shot back. “At least in private.” He tacked on when Obi-Wan opened his mouth to protest.
Mulling on that, finishing of the last of his tart, Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes creasing with his smile. “Cody.” He agreed and stars, Cody wished the sound of his name in the Jedi’s mouth didn’t sound so natural, his heart throbbing hard as he focused on his own tart piece before it could melt away.
Skywalker’s smile is just sometimes a tad too wide, has too many teeth. His hair seems to live on its own, as if there’s something there they can’t see that’s more. His eyes seem like they’re voids sometimes, too deep and yet not empty and his body sometimes seems too small for him, as if there’s something larger than life lingering just behind him.
Kenobi isn’t any better, not really.
The larger feeling isn’t there, not with him but his eyes… his eyes just sometimes seem to look too deeply, seem just a tad too large and too knowing at times and his smile too has grown, as if there’s too many teeth that have been sharpened in his mouth.
Jedi have always known there is more to them than to many others.
Have always known that Force sensitive are set slightly apart by the nature of what they are able to do and the things they can reach for, that they are something… more.
But the truth of it has never been narrowed down, not fully.
But Skywalker…
Skywalker has always seemed a tad different and his master started to follow him into the difference not that long ago.
As if they could see the things that the Force had hid before and if the truth is that Anakin Skywalker is the chosen one then… maybe that’s why.
Maybe the Force has decided to show Skywalker, his eyes sometimes lingering in places there is nothing, eyes on the ground where there seemingly isn’t anything and yet Jedi do not step in those spots, even before Skywalker’s eyes focused there.
It makes sense that the first to follow him would be his own master, Kenobi’s own eyes rapidly following the same spots at times.
Even in the council chamber, Kenobi’s eyes will flicker to the windows, as if something has moved, his eyes deeper than space itself as it tracks the path of something invisible for a few seconds before he focuses back on the meeting. Pretending he saw nothing, pretending the other council members aren’t watching him.
Both Skywalker and Kenobi are pretending.
Yet they are observing.
They watch, not simply these invisible things but also their fellow Jedi.
Seem to be waiting.
Waiting for what?
Its a good question.
Not even Yoda, the few times someone can prompt him to answer, has an answer to that.
So everyone waits and everyone observes, takes in the slightly too wrong look of Kenobi and Skywalker, takes in the feeling being observed and notes when their bodies seem to automatically avoid certain places.
As if their feet know to avoid stepping on something but their eyes can not see it.
“Obi-Wan! Come on! You know it took me weeks to get this reservation! And we’re shipping out tomorrow for that… that thing! The Naboo thing!” Skywalker groaned loudly, arms crossed over his chest as he stands at the doors of the south entrance.
Sighing, Kenobi bowed apologetic to Master Koon, the kel dor simply chuckling and waving him of as he’s not offended. Turning Kenobi makes his way to Skywalker, a small smile growing as Skywalker suddenly seems to smile wider and more ferociously than any human should be able to, both pausing in front of the doors as if they are waiting for something to pass, like a shadow over their face where nothing exists to create it. “I swear Anakin, I know I taught you patience as my padawan, Do you need a refresher?” The redhead scolded softly, stepping out with Skywalker, whose hair looks like its living.
“Oh come on master, I leave the patience to you.” The other winked, bringing his former master out into the sun of Coruscant.
it’s hot take tuesday SO… my personal headcanon is that rex was an arc trooper in cody’s legion who worked with padawan anakin! they got along so well that as soon as anakin got knighted, he promoted rex and let him lead the 501st (which is why he has the fun pauldron thing and why he’s designated CT instead of CC!)
Like Norway, North, ice and snow and wind and I live on the coast, so the ocean breeze or WIND on bad days. My brain doesn’t do well when its 25! I mean, I know that’s not impressive to other countries.
But its not the kind of heat that we’re used to, when it goes above 25… I’m not functional and it kinda went sharply from a decent 15 to just 25 in a week, so I haven’t acclimazed either…
It doesn’t help that I don’t tolerate sun well, I get sun excema real easy, sun headaches and so on and I don’t tan. Mostly due to skin damage I accidentally got as a kid when I fell asleep under a tanning lamp… yeah… didn’t help that also gave me sun blindness for a good week…so sun doesn’t do well with me or heat.
35… sweet mercy.
Interestingly enough, my dad does a lot better in the heat than the rest of us. But my dad used to be a sailor and his teenage and young adult years were spent sailing, most of it in the tropical areas of the world.
He pities us, in particularly me and my sister, cause we are ice cream. We are melted puddles. Leave us in the house under a fan please lol
Like Norway, North, ice and snow and wind and I live on the coast, so the ocean breeze or WIND on bad days. My brain doesn’t do well when its 25! I mean, I know that’s not impressive to other countries.
But its not the kind of heat that we’re used to, when it goes above 25… I’m not functional and it kinda went sharply from a decent 15 to just 25 in a week, so I haven’t acclimazed either…
It doesn’t help that I don’t tolerate sun well, I get sun excema real easy, sun headaches and so on and I don’t tan. Mostly due to skin damage I accidentally got as a kid when I fell asleep under a tanning lamp… yeah… didn’t help that also gave me sun blindness for a good week…so sun doesn’t do well with me or heat.
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