For the Clan of Two Week, prompt Like Father, Like Son. @clanoftwoweek
With a bonus of Like Son, Like Father 💜 I imagine it takes time for Din to start being comfortable going with his helmet sometimes and using facial expressions, but Grogu is happy to help.
It is indeed on purpose. Bant is mon calamari and therefore doesn’t have a hold on human sexuality as she doesn’t really care for it and Obi-Wan himself literally does not care and doesn’t look for labels.
This isn’t a new thing, we’ve seen how the rest of the galaxy treats Force-sensitive children that aren’t protected by the Jedi–along with the Trandoshans kidnapping and hunting Padawans for sport, along with a Padawan literally being auctioned off to probably torture or horrible experiment to death, along with bounty hunters stealing lists of Force-sensitive children for nefarious purposes, along with how Drooz impersonates the Jedi to steal from people–but it’s fascinating to see it here again.
The pirates are specifically here because of the rumor of Jedi stuff. The Togruta archeologist says that the pirates didn’t care about their findings until the holocron made them take a second look, then the pirates show up and they’re even more interested in getting their hands on a Jedi lightsaber, beyond anything else that’s there.
Star Wars has been really clear about showing that the Jedi face a lot of this kind of shit, that their connection to the Force makes them not only dangerous if they don’t control themselves, but because people are going to be coming after them solely because of who they are. Not because of what they’ve done, but because of their connection to the Force, literally because they were born who they are.
It doesn’t matter if they’re trained or not (only in that training and the shelter of the Jedi protects them), they’re in danger just by being born the way they were. Baby Ahsoka had never even met a Jedi when a Zygerrian wanted to steal her. Cad Bane stole a list of Force-sensitives that many had probably never even met a Jedi, to be kidnapped to be put into a torturous machine. An actual Jedi Padawan was being auctioned off as an incredibly valuable prize.
The Jedi are in danger every time they step away from their Temple because people will attack them to take their stuff, to take their very bodies if they can. No shit they have to be trained to deal with a galaxy that hates and fears them and wants to violate and abuse them just because they were born with an ability to connect to the Force.
Hmm, silliest. Savage and Luminara? but that’s cause I headcanon her as mostly asexual in my own opinion with maybe romantic leanings or potentially aromatic too.
“If you think you’re special child, then you’ve overestimated how my thoughts work and what kind of past I have,” Obi-Wan stated casually as he continued slowly grooming Cotton’s feathers, smirking wryly at the startled squeak behind him along with the glowering emotions of hurt anger in the Force. “I react the same to every underage padawan I see in this war. You’re not unique in that regard.” He simply continued.
As long as he didn’t look at the togruta, he didn’t have to come face to face with her youth and his own traumas.
There was a rustle behind him, a shift and then the soft steps of a predator.
Obi-Wan was very familiar with how all carnivore species moved, not that many seemed to realize that people like zabraks and togrutas moved differently compared to for example twi’leks as herbivores or even humans as omnivores.
Ahsoka Tano had her predator steps, honed as most carnivore Jedi were, especially now in these battles.
“So you don’t… don’t hate me?” She questioned uncertainly from behind.
Letting out a small hum as he tugged loose a damaged feather, gently rubbing the area with a soothing coo to Cotton as she thumped her tail on the ground, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I have no particular emotions towards you padawan Tano. If anything, they lean towards positive as you’re quite skilled already and show the ability to adapt and learn. I don’t hold the master against the padawan.” He stated a tad more dryly.
Anakin Skywalker was many things, but at least he was a good master, his training of Ahsoka Tano wasn’t in question at all. Just his personal character.
Honestly, Obi-Wan never intended for Tano to feel slighted by him and maybe he felt a tad guilty about that but he was honest when he said that she was not the padawan he reacted to this way. His ptsd from Melida/Daan had an ugly way of showing itself and there was a very good reason he did not have a padawan.
Hell, the Halls had even strictly forbidden the council to send him one, citing his ptsd, so they couldn’t pull a Skywalker on Obi-Wan at least.
Tano shuffled a bit behind him, letting out a surprised noise when Cotton turned her head and started grooming Obi-Wan’s hair.
Used to it, Obi-Wan simply allowed the dragon to tug his hair into a mess as it was moved out of his mohawk and moved to the mane around his friend’s neck instead, pulling out the grooming brush to start working the dirt out and the oil in, keeping the fur a gleaming healthy shine. “…You really don’t like Sky-Master Anakin, do you.” She stated more than asked, uncertain but clearly she had seen enough to make some guesses.
Pausing, Cotton’s beady eyes on him, Obi-Wan mulled over that before shrugging. “Its not quite that easy. I consider him a hypocrite of the worst sort, who, by the friendship to the Chancellor, is often given more leeway than many other Jedi are ever allowed. His marriage to Senator Amidala also puts the entire Order and the Senator herself in a very delicate position, for when it is found out, things will go wrong.” He pursed his lips tightly.
There was also the Tuskens.
Oh, Obi-Wan wasn’t stupid.
He wasn’t one of the temple’s shadows but he was the only one to encounter a Sith in a millennium. When he had gone down for emergency shuttle repairs on Tatooine, he hadn’t expected what he had found…
But he had recognized the Force signature, the bodies turning cold with saber marks and the coldness of the Force left behind. The flashes of rage and pain leaving behind an imprint of coldness in the desert.
If it hadn’t been for the war breaking out only days later, Obi-Wan would have made a lot more fuss of it.
A genocide of an entire tribe.
He pursed his lips at the memory before sighing and shaking his head. “He’ll get us all in trouble, sooner or later. All we can do is limit the fallout of his selfish decisions.” Obi-Wan stated a tad bitterly, rubbing Cotton’s muzzle when the dragon let out a low rumbling noise and pressed her face into his shoulder, Tano behind him shifting in nervous agitation and an undercurrent of desire to defend her Master.
Grumbling tiredly as he surveyed the administration work, Cody rubbed at his temples gingerly even as Helix gave him a warning look. The medic, Helix in particular, had been on him like a burr on a bantha since the conquering of Coruscant, due to him becoming as injured as he did.
Nothing too straining or physical, which meant that Cody was left with a lot of paperwork.
So much.
He could delegate it of course, there were lots of troopers around, Fox was always willing to lend a hand and the mix of vode on Coruscant kept everything running and everyone at ease.
Seeing as outside of the Senators, no one got targeted and after Cody had literally gone on holo tv to show the proof of the Senate’s corruption and especially their Chancellor… well, people were quiet.
There were a few riots of course, a few less than flattering news reports and grumblings but Cody would take that.
The Coruscant Guards knew how to handle the people here and right now they also had the help of 212th and 501st, keeping everything at ease and orderly.
No major burning fires.
There were of course a few natborn officers that didn’t… listen, but those had also been taken care of.
The Venator had a brig for a reason after all, for those that didn’t get shoved out airlocks after a blast in the head.
Not all the natborns were terrible, they were just against clones and didn’t see them as people. ‘…Maybe I should just tell them to release them into the airlocks anyhow.’ Cody mentally grumbled to himself.
Thankfully, the vode outnumbered any natborn officers on any ship and the Jedi always sided with the troopers. Or that was the reports Cody had gotten from various factions keeping their foothold to keep the CIS from taking over.
So far, things were… well, not easy but going according to plan.
An unexpected thing had been a message directly from Dooku, a request to talk.
Cody was leery about that but he was also interested.
Now that the truth of Palpatine had come out and the fact that the entire war had been engineered by the man…
Well, Cody wasn’t the Senate, mid-rims and outer-rims planet would have a better chance with the vode than with the Senate as it was before. But they’d have to see where that went, if the planets reached out at all.
So much work to do and Cody was bored out of his mind by all of it.
Damn, if he could just get one of those giant iced latte things that Skywalker occasionally had…
“Sir, there’s a guest for you here.” Cody looked up from the terminal, blinking blearily at a smiling Waxer as the trooper stood in the door of the office they had picked out for work, one perfectly suited close to the Coruscant Guards but still in the Senate.
“A guest, who the kar-” Cody felt the words die in his mouth as a brown robed man stepped past Waxer and into the temporary office of the head of the Republic.
It was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan had come to see him.
A smiling Obi-Wan, a happy Obi-Wan, an Obi-Wan without bruises and dark circles beneath his eyes. Hell, Obi-Wan was almost glowing in the apricot colored light coming in through the window, the sinking sun coloring the sky with its rays.
He was beautiful, standing there and Cody felt himself stand automatically, despite his loss for words. He hadn’t expected to see any Jedi, seeing as he was in the Senate.
He had thought, now that they were free, that they’d avoid this place like it was hell on earth as it had been to many of the Jedi.
But here Obi-Wan was, looking healthy for once in the three years they had been at all this and he was right in front of Cody. “Commander Cody,” Obi-Wan greeted fondly, smiling playfully as bowed lightly in greeting. “Or is it Vod’alor Kote now?” He teased gently as he straightened.
“For you,” Cody rasped, limping slightly towards Obi-Wan, noting those green eyes turn worried as the Jedi quickly moved towards him to meet him in the middle. “For you General Kenobi, its always Cody.” He stated, clearing his throat slightly as Obi-Wan gingerly touched his elbow.
He still smiled. “Then I’m Obi-Wan for you. Are you better? Your eye doesn’t seem to have retained damage…” Obi-Wan glanced worriedly over him.
“Healer Che is a damn miracle worker,” Helix spoke up from the couch he was sitting at, Obi-Wan turning to him instantly to pay attention. “Our Vod’alor is gonna need rest, his leg will most likely hurt on bad days and he’ll most likely have tinnitus his life out, but he can see and hear properly. Something I was sure he wouldn’t be able to.” Helix shook his head.
The answer had Obi-Wan’s shoulder sinking, relaxing as he turned back to Cody with a relieved smile on his lips. “Oh, that’s good to hear. I wasn’t certain when I asked the Halls to send a healer for you but… I’m glad it worked out.” He stated softly.
Cody swallowed thickly, staring at how the sun shone in Obi-Wan’s hair.
Kark, why did his General have to be so good.
Compassionate and kind.
If it was just simple lust, then at least Cody could shove it where the light didn’t shine but this emotion… deep and profound…
He mentally shook it of and instead smiled. “I’m glad to see you Gen-Obi-Wan,” He amended at the others quick look. “But something tells me that you’re not here just to see me.” He limped back to the desk, settling down heavily with Obi-Wan sitting down on the office desk edge.
There were no additional chairs in this office, so Cody made no mention of him sitting on the desk. “Actually, for the most part, I just wanted to see you. But you are also right,” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, hands in his lap. “The council has requested I ask you for a meeting, Vod’alor Kote. The Jedi Order is a bit… uncertain, in the face of new leadership and would like some… clarity. Coming from you, it would be the most assuring.” He stated softly.
Cody peered up at the other before reaching out and resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s wrist, squeezing it carefully. He could read between the lines.
Not all Jedi were used to the vode, not everyone had been in their care and some of them… well, not everyone was Obi-Wan, who trusted the vode with all he was.
They needed reassurance.
Cody was willing to provide that. “Of course, what time would be best?” He stated quietly, swallowing thickly when Obi-Wan turned his hand to hold Cody’s.
“Any time at your leisure, Vod’alor Kote, the council will see you at any time today.” Obi-Wan stated, voice low and gentle, his eyes full of warmth as he peered at Cody.
Good evening.. look, I know, it’s messy, the proportions are not exactly right and everything, but it was supposed to be a short dumb sketch when instead I put too much effort in it and in the end it took me an hour 😭
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