The voice penetrated Obi-Wan’s foggy head, the words even and soft but somehow still attention catching.
There was a deep, slightly frustrated sigh. “Sometimes, relapses don’t have a reason. Obi-Wan’s recovery was never meant to be a straight line and while this is unfortunate, it was also to be expected.” A firm voice replied, a voice Obi-Wan recognized and knew very well to listen to or else.
Or else?
Else what?
“Its frankly a Force miracle that it didn’t happen sooner, I didn’t want to say anything, but I expected Obi-Wan back within the week of leaving. The fact that he remained out for a full month, even left the temple, is a very good sign for his progress. This? Its just a step back.” The voice continued, a thread of satisfaction in it.
There was a deep sigh. “So, two steps forward and one back then?” The first voice questioned.
“More like three steps forward and one back. He might be back in his room with the shielding now, but I don’t expect to keep him for long. We might also want to look into medication for Obi-Wan, we’ll talk with him about it again.”
A low, deep voice echoed. “He rejected it last, right?” That voice was very familiar and for some reason Obi-Wan’s mouth tasted of purple of all things when he heard it.
“Yes, with good reason. At the time it was offered, he was in even worse state and the side effects worried him, now he might be more amendable to it. He is in a much better condition, so some of the more severe side effects wouldn’t be a worry to him.” The firm voice stated quietly.
“A different medication you are thinking of now, hmm?” An old, croaky voice questioned.
It was familiar.
They all were but Obi-Wan just wanted to rest.
“Yes actually, the first one was… well, its an emergency and the side effects would lead to some permanently having to take them for life. Its why Obi-Wan rejected them and the only reason I offered them was due to young Anakin and the severity of Obi-Wan’s case.” The firm voice explained.
There was a rustle, something soft was brushed over Obi-Wan and he let out a soft noise, stilling all the voices.
A gentle, warm hand stroked his hair. “Obi-Wan?” The voice that tasted like purple stated, softer and closer now.
Yes, that was his name and he let out another soft noise as there was some more rustling before another, slightly cooler hand touched his temple. “Hmm, he’s not very conscious. Awake but not really aware… it is alright Obi-Wan, you can rest some more.” The cool hand lingered.
Oh, it expected a response.
Obi-Wan let out a small hum, shifting slightly as he bought his limbs closer to himself.
“Hmm, the severed bond, causing this it is?” The croaky voice questioned.
“Not directly, its more how Obi-Wan choose to deal with his relapse,” The firm voice answered, voice kinder. “Directing all of it into himself instead of leaning on his padawan, it created a feedback loop from the backlash. Also, apparently your voice tastes of purple Mace.” The firm voice sounded like it wanted to laugh.
There was a pause. “…I’m not even going to question that,” The purple voice sighed deeply before it spoke again. “I’ll take Anakin for the day, he’s not going to be in the best of moods and a good sparring or moving meditation works better for him. Shaak, will you tell Plo that Obi-Wan is in a better state? I would hate for him to be distracted in his mission.”
The soft voice from the start chuckled quietly. “Of course, will you join me Master Yoda? We could have tea together while Master Che returns to her duties.”
The voices started faded away, as if they were moving further off but the purple one lingered, the warm hand back in his hair. “…Rest well Obi-Wan, the temple will be safe around you.”
Pausing, Anakin tilted his head at his soulmate. “What did you say?” He questioned with amusement, waiting for Rex to lift his head from his arms.
Turning it enough so he could peer blearily at Anakin, Rex let out a small grunt of disgruntlement at the stopped massage. “I said, you should talk with General Kenobi,” He repeated, giving a little happy sigh when Anakin started rubbing slowly at his back again. “It would help to talk with him. I know osik all about Force stuff but what the Chancellor told you sounds like…” He grimaced for point.
Honestly, when they had arrived back at Anakin’s quarters, the taller blond had still been less than settled and had therefore dragged his soulmate into the bedroom.
Of course, Rex was willing to do anything to help out Anakin, even if he wasn’t quite in the mood. Still, he had let Anakin undress him, his armor set to the side, a bit confused by Anakin telling him not to bother with the Jedi’s clothes.
It made more sense though, when instead of lube, Anakin had grabbed massage oil from his bed drawer and gently encouraged Rex to lay down on his stomach.
Now wholly onboard, knowing how tactile his soulmate was, Rex settled down on top of the covers and rested his head on his arms, smiling slightly as Anakin straddled Rex rear.
The weight had been comforting and the smell of the oil, a cloves Rex thought, had been soothing with the dimmed lights of the bedroom.
Added along with Anakin’s warm hands, the other having heated his mech arm up so the glove wasn’t cold, it made for a gorgeous sensation as Anakin slowly started kneading muscles, working at soreness in Rex back.
It had been so peaceful and Rex was sure the other must be using some kind of weird Force technique on Rex muscles, with how good the massage felt. Or maybe it was just that Anakin knew how to work his hands on muscles.
Hell did Rex know.
And then Rex had to open his fat mouth and interrupt the moment, Anakin now frowning faintly as he stared down at his hands on Rex oily skin. “I… don’t know. Maybe I’m overreacting?” The other blond mumbled, nervously shifting on top of Rex.
Grunting, Rex shifted then pushed at one of Anakin’s knees, encouraging the Jedi to shift up a bit so Rex could turn around on his back, uncaring of getting oil on the sheets. Instead he worked his arms around Anakin’s waist, staring up at him seriously. “You will listen to me Anakin Skywalker, you can be dramatic and you can be a bit too much sometimes,” The Jedi winced. “HOWEVER,” Rex continued sternly. “You are not overreacting. What Chancellor Palpatine told you was horrifying.” He scowled.
Sucking on his bottom lip, Anakin reached out to gently thumb at the flower on Rex face, tracing it with a tender touch. “…What if Obi-Wan thinks I’m silly?” He whispered, his emotions tangling with anxiety in the captain’s head.
Nuzzling at the others fingers, Rex raised his brows at his soulmate. “Do you really think he will?” He wryly questioned in return.
There was a pause and then Anakin shook his head, smiling shakily.
“Then you know you can go to him. He’ll listen.” Rex added, pulling Anakin down to kiss him softly, feeling the other smile into the kiss.
Breathing deeply while sharpening his blade, Cody glanced up when the door opened and then glanced back down, steadily working the blade against the tool as Fox quietly sat down beside him at the meeting table.
Now they were only waiting on Wolffe.
Though they knew the other would be late anyhow, apparently General Koon had been called to the Senate, a last minute thing and Wolffe was following him, eyes on every Senator that dared get close to him.
“You’re late.” Bly murmured, Cody glancing up to find the other peering tiredly at Fox.
Bly had gone on a spiteful rage bender after learning about the power the Senators had on Jedi. No one had seen the usually so mild mannered trooper in a mood like that.
Not that anyone blamed him.
He wasn’t the only one and Ponds quietly pressed an ice pack to his left eye as he watched too. Apparently Ponds’ men had been required to keep their commander occupied, considering Ponds was Mace Windu’s commander…
It hadn’t shocked Cody.
If Obi-Wan was popular, then he couldn’t imagine what Mace Windu was.
People in power enjoyed getting one up on other powerful figures and a quick check had confirmed what Cody had feared, his stomach turning at the numbers and time stamps.
Every council member was regularly in the Senate, except for Yoda. But every Jedi master with even a semblance of looks had been to the Senate.
The council more than any and only Obi-Wan had more visits than Mace Windu.
A power fantasy.
Fox grunted, reaching for one of the cups in the middle of the table and pouring himself a cup from the caff can. “Found a commander in the Rotunda. Escorted him to the skycar…” Fox grumbled quietly, taking a small sip and grimacing at the lukewarm flavor.
Pausing, Cody glanced at him.
Fox grimaced again at the look but nodded with a deep sigh.
The troopers had been taking notice of the Senators staying away when the troopers were escorting the Jedi, the Senators seeming reluctant to approach with company. At the very least, they didn’t dare approach them with the obvious intention with a trooper on the side.
Though, they did dare ‘request’ a ‘meeting’ later, the troopers now knowing it was a demand and feeling sick with hindsight to how many clues they had missed.
Those meetings would never again happen as long as a trooper was there.
The troopers had become very good at creating situations that made it impossible for said Senator’s to meet up after all.
Everything from sudden other appointments, to accidents with their offices or themselves, being trapped in the elevators for close to eight hours, a violent if ‘fake’ attack where the culprit was masked and the troopers ‘dealt’ with the culprit while a traumatized senator was kept in security, allergic reactions to keep them in medical, to outright death.
They avoided including the families of said Senators as much as possible, the wives or husbands or children of said person didn’t know what was going on at work, the troopers had made sure of that with monitored calls.
And younglings were a taboo target anyhow, the troopers never wanted to become what they fought against.
The troopers had nailed it down by now, all the ways to keep the Jedi safe and if they couldn’t interrupt it, they dealt with the Senator in question.
So far, they had gotten rid of four.
Cody expected there would be more, soon, but they were playing the careful game and only the Senators that made the most use of Jedi or were violent were dealt with as quickly as possible.
‘Maybe Rex and I could speak with Anakin again,’ Cody went back to his knife sharpening. ‘He’d be sure to provide names. I imagine he knows everyone that the Jedi worry about going to or worry about their padawans going to.’ He mused darkly.
He knew he wouldn’t get anything out of Obi-Wan.
Didn’t want to ask Obi-Wan honestly.
Not when Obi-Wan had looked so relieved that Cody didn’t ask question, that all Cody had done was take the Jedi’s hand and hold it while telling him that Cody would listen, if Obi-Wan wanted to tell him anything.
That Cody would always listen.
No, after that, Cody wouldn’t ask Obi-Wan any questions the other didn’t volunteer first.
But Anakin…
Anakin had a drive to protect Obi-Wan, to protect Ahsoka from the future. Anakin would tell.
The door opened, admitting a fuming Wolffe, the man snarling and punching the wall before he took the last seat, shaking his hand slightly as one leading member of every squadron on Coruscant finally gathered.
There was a New Republican representative in their midst.
The pretty thing had come wandering in, as if she owned the place, as if she wasn’t scared and fair be, she had quite the terrifying guards with her. They had stayed back when she presented her case to Fett of course, the woman making sure not to stand on the trap door as they were standing to the sides.
And clearly they were trigger happy in their expensive gear.
Fett had leaned his elbow on one arm, Shand on the other, listening with a bored and slightly tired look on his face as he glanced over the preening human in front of him wrapped in expensive silk and leather, the cuts of her clothes the latest of fashion.
A honeypot for sure, they were all familiar with the tactic, a pretty thing that could sling pretty words in an attempt to get more out of a deal, even if Fett didn’t look the slightest interest.
A few were rather grateful Princess wasn’t there, after the display they had gotten to see, they weren’t sure Princess wouldn’t try to kill this pretty blond standing in front of Fett’s throne, pushing her bosom out.
Least she was smart enough not to stand on the former rancor pit door.
Of course, then there was a hiss and a snap, the sound of a door opening behind the dais and the court held their breath, half certain they were about to witness a bloodbath, about to witness Princess deal with what wasn’t even competition clearly if Fett’s bored eyes meant anything.
A few, soft steps and then Princess appeared in the doorway behind the throne, standing in a closed robe that was so dark blue it almost looked black and was slightly too short on him, inching up his thighs and yet long in the arms, carrying an armful of pillows as he peered blearily at everyone.
His hair was tangled mess and his neck, covered with the beskar collar, looked like it had been mauled.
Princess was wearing Fett’s robe, carrying pillows in his arms as he made his way from the room to the throne with an odd walk that was neither limping or waddling and yet both, pausing to lean down and press a kiss to his King’s cheek.
Then he straightened and stared at Shand, everyone holding their breath as they waited for what was going to happen now as Fett sat up, no longer leaning on the throne arm.
Princess gave Shand a darker glare when nothing happened, the woman simply laughing as she shifted off the throne arm. Instantly, Princess stuffed one pillow against the widest space with the arm, the second went over the arm Shand had been sitting on with the third and smallest pillow being stuffed between Fett’s sprawled legs.
Fett simply looked amused, peering up at his bed warmer with a raised brow.
Princess grumbled slightly, fluffing the pillow on the widest space against the arm. “I’m sore.” He rasped out, barely heard at all due to how low it was. The answer had a wide smirk cracking over Fett’s face as Princess gingerly crawled into his lap and sat down, back against the large pillow and legs resting over the arm Shand had been sitting on.
Lounging over his King.
Fett, as always, accommodated him, shifting his shoulders and his torso until Princess could rest his head on the man’s pauldron.
One of Fett’s glove covered hand rested over Princess thighs and the other came up to play with his hair, stroking carefully as Princess grumbles trailed off into pleased little sighs instead. Then Princess gave the New Republic representative a bleary stare. “…Who that?” He slurred out, not even a full sentence, very little care in his voice.
Fett hummed, still playing with Princess wavy hair. “Just a member from New Republic, Organa has heard I took over it seems,” He stated a tad wryly. “I imagine lady hutt killer wanted to either confirm the rumors or form an alliance… we’ll see.” Fett settled on easily.
The representative looked vaguely offended and yet horrified, opening her mouth only for Princess to beat her to the punch. “Lady what now?” Princess blinked in tired bemusement.
“Organa strangled Jabba the hutt with a slave chain. I salvaged the footage from his barge when I got out,” Fett gave a slow, vicious looking smile. “It was the funniest shit ever, watching that dainty little lady go feral on the giant slug, well maybe outside of Kryze look during the darksaber debacle.” He chuckled quietly, smirking when Princess grumbled and actually whacked him lightly in the chest with a hissed ‘stop moving, ow.’
Rightly on the armor but still.
Anyone else be dead.
The sex last night must have been out of this galaxy for Princess to get away with it.
And if the look on the lady’s face, it seemed she realized that her mission wasn’t going to be as successful as she had hoped on looks alone. Because there was no one that had Princess beat for Fett’s attention.
(Just so its said, there will be porn. I’ll just have to come back to the punishment lol)
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