okay okay but: Rex and Cody get separated from their Jedi on a weird planet full of weird plants and Rex is paranoid because they’ve left Anakin and Obi-Wan unsupervised for 20 minutes and if something jumps out of the bushes he’s going to have to go into an early retirement
Had to draw something for @mandofury‘s ‘sneak-attack’ post – because it was hilarious. Whilst I was drawing it though I couldn’t help but imagine Din seizing upon this as a teachable moment, if not entirely the right one.
generation swap au!! basically obi wan and ahsoka swap places in the lineage and now Shenanigans Are Afoot. everyone keeps the same age gaps so ahsoka and anakin are 5 years apart and obi wan and anakin are 16 years apart
qui gon survives naboo because i say so, and is technically anakin’s master but as his injury rendered him permanently temple-bound, ahsoka takes up mentorship/a supervisory role for anakin on missions
they begin to get a reputation for. Explosive Solutions To Problems.
years down the line when anakin is a senior padawan he meets initiate obi wan after he gets landed creche duty after a typical tano-skywalker mission forces him into medical leave. initiate obi wan takes one look at anakin and instantly decides to be his friend.
what that ends up meaning is that obi wan keeps trying to toddle along on missions with them because he “just wants to make sure they all get back okay” and they (qui gon and ahsoka) have to keep gently shepherding him back to the creche.
anakin is like “i blew up the trade federation at age 9 why can’t he come along???”
This image popped into my head about a week ago and I couldn’t
resist it. I love the idea of the clones painting their armor and the
nose art on the LAAT/i gunships (“Plo’s Bros,” anyone? 😀 ), getting to
have some fun downtime. They deserve it. T^T ❤
I imagine the scene directly following this moment involves Cody
hearing Obi-Wan coming down the hallway to the hangar and marching over
to the largest paint can to fling its contents onto the art, hiding the
evidence. When Obi-Wan arrives, he’s very confused by the wails of
despair from Waxer, Boil, Crys, and Wooley, but compliments them on
their abstract nose art nonetheless. He is equally confused when, a few
days later, he looks over the duty roster and notices that the four of
them have been listed under latrine duty ad infinitum. >_>
“…Ow.”
Obi-Wan shuffled a bit, hood pulled up to shadow his face as much as
he could and Qui-Gon struggled against the laugh that wanted to
bubble out of his throat.
“Just keep
rubbing the bacta and aloe vera mix Obi-Wan, its the best we can do
for you right now.” He offered, tone light but obviously his
padawan could hear something in his tone because the sunburned face
tilted up towards him to give him an unimpressed glower. It was
enough to make him grin before he gently rested a hand on the others
shoulder. “It will be alright padawan mine, two more days and we
can take the shuttle home and you won’t be exposed to the desert
sun for much longer.” He assured.
“If you say so
Master but…this is frankly terrible.” Obi-Wan sighed.
“Oh my fair
skinned padawan, perhaps next time you’ll remember to bring the
sunscreen eh?” Qui-Gon teased and tugged the hood further to ensure
the others face was hidden from the rays of the sun.
“Next time, I’m
bringing eight bottles master.”
Obi-Wan continued
to suffer through the sun, staying in the shade as much as he could,
rubbing his burned skin in with the bacta and aloe mix and drinking
water.
And perhaps
complaining just a bit.
Just a little bit.
Eventually though
the red skin faded to the same pale skin as Obi-Wan’s skin never
tanned well but the sun had left behind…
“Are those
freckles?” Qui-Gon stooped a bit, peering at his padawan with
raised brows as Obi-Wan gave him a startled look back, the teen
pausing mid kata.
“What?” He
eeped.
Qui-Gon took the
teen by the chin and tilted his head back and forth.
Scattered across
the bridge of Obi-Wan’s nose, along his forehead, down his cheeks
and jawbone and even over the top of his lips and chin, tiny freckles
showed against the pale skin with a few of them slightly larger then
the rest.
Like a myriad of
stars across the night sky.
Obi-Wan was
keeping still for him but it was clear he wanted to squirm around,
eyes wide as he stared up at his master.
Lips twitching
into a smile, Qui-Gon let go. “Freckles Obi-Wan. The sun has given
you freckles. It seems you have more then just your hair turning even
more bronzen by the sun, you also have a few skin signs.” He
chuckled and Obi-Wan pressed his fingertips to his face, blinking up
at him.
“Freckles? I
don’t se-”
“Never mind an
old man Obi-Wan, its just…no never mind.” Qui-Gon shook his head,
chuckling at Obi-Wan’s puzzled look.
He had been about
to say that coupled with Obi-Wan’s dimples, the freckles made him
look even more adorable then before.
Freckled and with
copper golden hair.
Qui-Gon knew the
hair would fade, that happened before on longer missions in sunny
spots. But he hoped some of those star burst patterns of freckles
that only got obvious up close would remain, at least for a little
longer.
After all, it made
Obi-Wan look adorable.
Like a tooka
kitten.
“Position five
if you please Obi-Wan.” He murmured, slipping back into the role as
the Master with his obedient padawan.
‘Must remember
to get a picture of his face like this.’ He mused, watching Obi-Wan
through his katas.
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