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Din survives an explosion but there is permanent consequences?

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Shuddering as he stumbled his way to the cockpit of his loaned ship, Din tried to keep steady even as his vision swam and the pain threatened to down him.

He had miscalculated his bounty, so desperate to not be brought and suffer the consequences for her actions in that she had opted to detonate her own ship than to let Din take her in.

His armor had thankfully taken the brunt of the shock wave and even the heat that had come at him, even as his head was rattled by the force of it all but unfortunately his armor had not taken everything.

Several pieces of durasteel had sunk into his body, some smaller pieces in his left thigh and arm where the armor did not cover.

But the worst of it was in his side, about the width of his hand and the length of his forearm, sticking out from where Din had clamped his hand to the area and Din could feel the shrapnel burn with every breath he took and every step he made, the piece of warped metal sticking out of his side burning as Din futilely tried to press keep himself awake with the pain alone despite loosing blood, hoping to Ka’ra that he wasn’t cutting himself open internally with each step.

He didn’t dare try remove anything though, even as he wobbled with pain all the way to the ship Boba had loaned him.

His feet scruffing over the durasteel of the ramp as he made his way up, Din could only imagine the blood that would pour out if he tried. Removing it faced the risk of bleeding out for sure compared to the blood he had already lost, his supplies weren’t that waste and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to actually do enough for himself to ensure he survived.

Din had only one option, to activate the encrypted distress signals he had loaded up into the ship’s mainframe.

Well, one of them had been uploaded for him by Boba Fett honestly, the man scowling up at him as he told him that if Din was in problem, he was to activate the distress signal and Fett would aid him. Din half suspected that the signal would also activate if the ship wasn’t moved in too long but he hadn’t asked the other bounty hunter. He hadn’t wanted to question the man when he had been generous enough to lend Din a ship and gave him work, gave him purpose after Grogu went with the Jedi.

Din had been adrift, unsure and unmoored and Boba had been there to offer him work, work Din was familiar with on a planet he actually knew. Some might say that Tatooine was a dustball with nothing to show for it but Din enjoyed the warmth of it as long as he stayed out of the hottest part of the suns.

Shand also made for a decent drinking partner, the woman willing to sit there, listen and drink her alcohol as Din let himself empty out all the confusing and painful things left behind when Grogu was gone, never judging Din for doing what he thought was best even if she might not agree.

Honestly, Din wasn’t sure what kind of opinion she had on Jedi, he knew Boba at the very least disliked them if not outright hated them.

Din didn’t judge him for that, Boba had history, that much he knew and Boba’s past was his own thing. Din was in the other man’s debt, not only had he aided Din to rescue Grogu, he had also afterward given him purpose, equipped him and even loaned him a ship.

At this point, Din owed the man much more than he could ever really repay, even if the other bounty hunter and King of Tatooine had grumbled and told him that there was no debt before quickly changing the subject and lining up work for Din, work Din was more than happy to take pro bono.

The other, the one Din had uploaded, was the covert old distress signal.

It had been standard practice, the beroya was the breadwinner of the covert, the one to leave to bring in goods and credits.

But a single mandalorian against the galaxy… if the beroya ended up in problems they couldn’t solve on their own, the distress signal could be activated to summon backup or aid depending on what the emergency was.

Din wasn’t even sure if that particular distress signal would bring anyone to him, but he had to try.

He wasn’t sure how long he could survive with the shrapnel inside of him and Fett was on Tatooine with Shand in the palace, it was at least a four day trip, potentially five depending on the hyperlanes and if there was a planetary storm it could take another day before whatever rescue Fett sent to land.

If anyone from the covert was closer and responded to the signal…

Maybe, in the deep recesses of Din’s mind, he was also hopeful.

Hoping that someone had survived.

Sinking into the pilot chair with a cry of pain, feeling something shift inside of him, Din swallowed thickly and wrapped his arm more tightly around his side, dazedly looking at the dashboard for what felt like hours but must have been minutes, feeling unconsciousness threatening.

He couldn’t let that happen though, not yet, if he didn’t summon help first, he was going to die for sure if it wasn’t already too late.

Swallowing thickly again, Din pulled himself forward with a grunt as his gut felt like it was squishing around inside of him, shakily touching the controls and buttons.

He sent of two alerts and had mind enough to close down the ship and activate its defenses before he let himself sink back into the chair, hoping that one of the two signals would be answered.

The signals sent, Din let himself slowly but steadily sink into the darkness that is waiting on him ever since he got thrown across the muddy ground outside and had shrapnel embedded into his side. If he moves, he will make himself worse, especially in his shaky condition and therefore he has only one option now. To wait, wait and hope someone comes.

His last conscious thought is to send a prayer to the maker that someone will come for him. Because at this point, Din is quite thoroughly helpless as he slumps in the chair.

Din needs some comfort in Touch. Paz will help, right?

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The other’s body feels so small under him.

Its not that Din really is small but compared to Paz, he has always been smaller and he’s making himself smaller in this moment as he’s quivering, legs twitching and his breathing hitched as he shudders through half stifled sobs into the sheets.

His adiik is gone.

When the Armorer had contacted Paz, given him Din trajectory, Paz hadn’t been sure what to think. After Nevarro, after being exposed, after Din had stolen the adiik and the covert exposing themselves so obviously, they all fled with only a smaller guard kept behind to ensure the Imperials wouldn’t find the others.

A suicide mission, the people who took it had known that the likelihood of surviving it was smaller than a porg’s asshole.

Ships, normally stashed away in hidden caves and unused areas, were used to flee into the stars, some taking the foundlings and others going alone, everyone leaving their own trail or extinguishing them depending on if they were leading the Imperial trackers after them or trying to hide the younglings.

After all, they’d rather have the remains of the Empire tracing after the lone warriors and not the foundlings. The Armorer had stayed, everyone knew she would have, to try and scavenge what remained and try to keep the beskar in their hands as best she could.

It had been months and in all those months, trying cautiously to make contact with other mandalorians without attracting attention and surviving, Paz had spent the months thinking about Din and the quiet moments in the alcove, with of Din’s shaking body tucked in his lap, the tired grumble through the vocoder and the tiny traces of scent Paz had caught in the moment.

Paz had thought about the moments later, the way the soured scent had turned even softer with the adiik in his arms, the way Din’s arms had been protectively wrapped around the foundling that night.

The way it had looked right.

And now that foundling was gone once more.

There was a reason, a reason even Paz could understand, but for an omega, that had bonded to their child, to give them up despite knowing it was for their own protection…

It hurt.

Din was hurting so much when Paz had finally managed to track the other down on Slave 1.

He had barely noticed when Fett and the others had leveled blasters his way when he had come tearing over Nevarro’s sand, hadn’t cared as he had called for the stumbling man standing in the sun.

Honestly, it was good Din had friends, friends willing to shoot a beskar covered infantryman.

He had needed someone, especially after the covert was destroyed and they had all fled to each their corner of the galaxy.

Maybe they would have shot Paz if Din hadn’t recognized and been conscious enough to call Paz name back, Fett visibly twitching at the name Vizla but holstering his blaster still, the group watching as Paz pulled Din into his arms and the omega just folded against his chest.

Paz hadn’t cared at the time how close he had gotten to being shot, just so relieved to see Din at all, he had found the remains of the Razor Crest and at the time he had thought…

He had thought…

Dune had explained, Din leaning exhaustively against Paz chest, hands holding weakly onto the cuirasse. Paz couldn’t blame him, after everything he had gone through, from his the adiik being abducted, the hunt for information, to Gideon to the Jedi coming, ensuring their survival.

Only to return empty handed in the end.

No adiik.

A wound cutting deep and hard.

Karga had set them up with a place, the beta was fond of Din apparently and had understood that Din needed space, the scent of distressed omega curling around everyone as Din had run out of scent blockers with the destruction of the Crest and Fett had none, the alpha needing none himself and Shand being a beta herself.

It was a decent space, one where Paz took care of Din, carefully removing all his armor except the helmet before removing his own armor, guiding Din into his side as they sat on the bed.

Without the armor, Din was even smaller, just like that time in the alcove and the longer he sat against Paz, the more his body shook until low, hitched noises escaped him.

Paz wasn’t the others alpha, not really for all that he wanted but he was a packmate, despite them not bonding as deep as they should.

And with his heart in his stomach, shattering at every hitched sound, he had taken a chance and gently pressed Din down on the bed, covering the other up with his own body.

Just hoping, hoping he was providing some comfort as he eased himself to cover up Din as best he could.

A physiological thing, Paz acting like a weighted blanket with pheromones as he tried to sooth and with the way Din had latched onto his kute, Paz knew that at the very least Din wanted him to stay.

But to listen to him sob under his helmet, pressing his own to the back of Din’s as he shook and twitched, it was breaking Paz soul and the alpha in him whined helplessly.

He wanted to help but could do nothing more but hold the other, crooning quietly as Din cried and cried and cried for a adiik he had given away.

Paz had never felt so useless and so helpless as in this moment.

Brushing his hand along Din’s side, as if gentling an animal, Paz crooned deeply. “I’m here Din. I’m here.” He whispered.

It was the only thing he could offer the omega, he couldn’t offer that things would be alright, he couldn’t offer to get the kid, he couldn’t offer anything but himself. But Manda, if it helped, then that was what he’d give.

All of himself.

He might have imagined it, but Din’s noises seemed to have grown slightly quieter as Din tucked himself even more under Paz body, his shaking not as severe.

Maybe he wasn’t as useless as he feared.

I love AWOL Jedi its currently one of my favourite fanworks, anyway how did Anakin react to finding out about the clones of him and the other jedi? I got the impression he didn’t react well

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Playing with Leia’s dark hair as she napped on his chest, Anakin let out a steady, deep breath. “They reminded me of myself.” He finally stated quietly in a subdued tone.

His old master had come by the day after arriving back home, quietly pulling Anakin with him to his new quarters, one Anakin had quickly noticed was larger than normal and had three bedrooms.

Anakin would guess that one was intended for whoever was visiting, a guest bedroom basically to house another Jedi or potentially a trooper that wanted to stay over.

The second, the master bedroom that was in the middle, was obviously Obi-Wan’s and had a twin bed in it.

But the third one had a particular color scheme of 212th yellow and little knickknacks that Anakin recognized as belonging to Cody.

That was Cody’s room.

He and Obi-Wan were living together in the new temple and Obi-Wan had guest bedroom, likely to house members from the 212th if they wanted to come by and stay over. He wondered if Obi-Wan had known all along that Cody had been hinting to them living together or if this had on his mind as much as the troopers.

Not that he got to think much about it as Luke had taken that moment to poop himself out and Leia had started crying, causing both Obi-Wan and Anakin to become preoccupied for a while, both working on settling the kids comfortably until they fell asleep in the respective man’s arms.

Feeling tired himself, Anakin had curled up on Obi-Wan’s couch when the other had sprung the question about their clones on him.

Obi-Wan, curled up in a beanbag beside the couch, likely a habit carried from curling up in the troopers tent, raised an incredulous brow.

It had Anakin rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know they are literal clones of me and therefore should remind me of myself but I mean…” Anakin trailed off, frowning slightly before sighing, hugging Leia to his chest.

Obi-Wan paused, shifting so he could cradle Luke in one arm, resting his hand on Anakin’s knee.

The touch was warm, supportive and when Anakin looked at him, he could only see patience and concern in Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Huffing slightly, turning his eyes back to the ceiling, Anakin focused on Leia and the hand on his knee for a few moments, letting the calm fill him. “…They didn’t ask to be created, their lives were set to be someones else, to belong to… if Cody and the others hadn’t found them, they would have been slaves to someone else will. I never…” Anakin trailed off.

But Obi-Wan simply squeezed his knee, an understanding, sorrowful hum escaping him.

He understood, in ways no one else would.

Because Obi-Wan knew his history, knew where Anakin had come from and his complaints.

Anakin Skywalker had been born and raised a slave for nine years.

With the assistance of Qui-Gon Jinn, he had freed himself, become a Jedi, learned at Obi-Wan’s feet how to be powerful and free and… he learned what freedom tasted like.

Which was why he had decided, long before they were even a twinkle in his eyes, that no child of his should ever become a slave. He wouldn’t allow it.

The clones however…

They wouldn’t have belong to themselves, stuck on Kamino.

The Jedi had never been ignorant to the large scale hypocrisy of the clone army and its ‘conscription’ to the GAR, the Senate wide demand. They just hadn’t been able to do anything, much to many gentlebeings guilty conscience in the Order as they lead them to pain and death.

The GAR clones, Jango Fett’s clones, hadn’t been given the freedom they deserved, had been slaves at the whim of the Senate.

Anakin’s clones would have been equally unable to say no.

Sold to highest bidder maybe, been whatever it was the owner would have wanted.

They weren’t Anakin and yet still a part of him and Anakin’s emotions had been overwhelming in that moment as Rex had showed him the little lights.

He had not been the only Jedi either, to see the little other lights, to know the kaminoan’s had taken their samples and cloned them…

The fact that Obi-Wan understood was something Anakin couldn’t help but be grateful for.

Grateful that he had Obi-Wan and the 501st, Rex having sat with him for hours after, the others taking care of Leia and Luke, letting Anakin work through his emotions without upsetting the twins.

It was nice, to have others.

DangerousGalaxy- please tell me obi gets a hug or at elast some comfort after what happened. How does Anakin reatc to seeing his best friend beaten to a litteral pulp?

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Pressing their foreheads together, Anakin wished he knew what to say, what to do as Obi-Wan shivered against him despite the warmth of their quarters wrapping around them.

Their quarters were always kept slightly warmer than the average temperature of the temple, Anakin’s desert upbringing leaving its mark to the point he preferred it warmer. Obi-Wan had never had an issue with it, wearing less layers inside their quarters if it got hot and therefore their quarters were kept nice and toasty for Anakin’s sake.

But now he was shivering, the two standing in the brightly lit living room together by the couch, pressed together for comfort since he was delivered to the temple by the commander.

You’d think after all these years, first as a padawan and then later as a knight and fellow victim, Anakin would know what to say to the other when things got bad.

But then again, no one really knew how to cope with how badly the Senators treated them, the truth of what was going on behind closed doors.

The Jedi order tried of course, they had healers and mind healers specializing in the trauma and aftermath of what was happening to them and continued happening and some Jedi saw those healers in particular more often than others.

There was a time period that Obi-Wan saw those healers in particular almost once a week, at the height of his popularity.

He didn’t see them now, mostly due to the war making it hard on Obi-Wan to keep appointments and talking through the issues.

Which was why Anakin simply kept his arms loosely wrapped around his master’s shoulders, their foreheads pressed together. Obi-Wan’s arms on the other hand was tightly wrapped around Anakin’s body, his fists clenched into the back of his tunic.

He hated this.

Being so helpless in the face of the pain all Jedi went through, from padawan’s to knights and to masters.

But especially Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, who was so popular.

At the very least Ahsoka was a padawan, she couldn’t be requested, not yet and Anakin had done his best to shield her, though he had taken notice of several Senator watching her. Sentient that Anakin would make sure were gone before she became twenty.

Well, as long as the troopers didn’t beat him to the punch.

He’d been so worried when the other didn’t come home, had spent hours pacing, at his wits end when he remembered that Cody would help, Cody would be more than willing to help.

Every Jedi knew that the troopers were aware of what were going on, some less or more happy about it.

Anakin knew that many Jedi felt helpless and ashamed, weak in the eyes of those they were suppose to lead in war.

Others however were grateful as the troopers stepped in to help and protect them, telling lies to make them busy when they were requested.

It had not escaped the Order that certain Senate members were dying, some from ‘natural’ deaths seemingly and others the victim of a supposed serial killer, some of them very vicious deaths as this supposed serial killer seemed to be of a sadistic type.

The Coruscant Guards along with the Judaical were apparently investigating it but so far whoever was murdering Senate members were proving to be very clever about it.

Of course, seeing as it was murderers and not just one and they were internal to the case, it was no wonder that the Judaical weren’t making progress.

Anakin half suspected that any of the Judaical that did make progress were potentially silenced in some way.

They, the adults of the Jedi order that was, all knew the truth though, every time it got brought up, every Jedi exchanged knowing looks.

Kark, Anakin half suspected that even Ahsoka and a few of her friends had started figuring it out, mostly due to her knowing Obi-Wan’s schedule and knew he had been with some of those Senators prior to their death.

But they would never reveal the truth about what was really going on, not to the karking Senate, who sent them to Sith hells on the regular and many of them exposing them to it in their offices. No, the Jedi’s inability to say no didn’t mean that they had to be honest with the snakes in the Senate.

So, they kept the secret, leaned into the embraces of the troopers and trusted them where they couldn’t trust the majority of the Senate.

Only a few were willing to really stick up for a reformation on the way Jedi answered to the Senate and it wasn’t enough to make a true change, especially as many of those that were willing to stick up for them were often mid or outer core planets.

The core planets were unfortunately chalk full of Senators that felt quite content to abuse the Jedi’s inability to say no.

People like the one that had Obi-Wan this night.

The fact that there were still marks left on Obi-Wan, the faintest trace of swelling and a limp to his step…

It told Anakin everything he needed to know, that Obi-Wan’s night had been rough and difficult when even Helix couldn’t help him fully and Cody couldn’t deliver a wholly hale Obi-Wan back.

Rocking the two slowly from side to side, Anakin shifted his hands slowly to rub at the others back, feeling the other relax into the touch. “I-”

“No.” Obi-Wan shook his head as he interrupted, breath hitching a bit, the older man clenching his eyes shut as he tightened his grip almost painfully on Anakin.

The reaction made Anakin swallow thickly before he made a soft noise of agreement.

Obi-Wan didn’t want to talk about it, not now, maybe not in a long time and Anakin would respect that, sooner or later Obi-Wan might talk with him about it but for now, he needed more time to process what had happened.

‘My poor, poor master,’ Anakin’s eyes watered, swallowing thickly once more before closing his eyes too, simply standing with his arms around Obi-Wan, rocking slowly, the two wrapping each others in the safety of each others Force signature. ‘I can’t do this much more, please… someone, anyone… please. I can’t do this.’

Oooooh Sightlessbird is SO. GOOD. You are an amazing writer!!Just curious how Fox reacts to hearing the Chancellor (aka the man he serves) may have poisoned Obi-Wan…Yikes. 😬

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Stroking the delicate hand with his thumb, Fox let out a deep breath.

After escorting Amidala around, he was so grateful that he could finally run back to the temple to see his vod’ika, sit at his bedside.

The sterile room had been empty sans the sleeping Obi-Wan when he arrived, setting Fox heart into his throat in sheer fear after what he had learned at the Rotunda despite knowing that Rex couldn’t remain the entire time he and Skywalker was gone.

He had actually gone over Obi-Wan’s vitals and information, just to check, just to be sure, to ease the fear and paranoia in his own mind despite the security that was the Jedi temple. At least the Halls, as far into the temple as the healing Halls were, should be safe.

Learning that the chancellor of all people…

Fox wasn’t sure what to do about that news even as his racing heart calmed with the knowledge that Obi-Wan’s vitals were unchanged and strong, there was nothing but inadequate suspicions with circumstantial evidence at best, nothing concrete beyond a conversation between Palpatine and Amidala and yet, deep in his heart, he knew the truth.

The Chancellor had tried to kill his little bird and Skywalker believed so too clearly, watching him stomp away dramatically, light bulbs popping overhead as several aides and senators let out overly dramatically panicked noises were a clear sign of that.

It didn’t make sense though, why in all maker’s name would the Chancellor want to…

‘Is he jealous?’ Fox knew that the Chancellor had once been a mentor of Skywalker, had been a trusted and close friend but after Commander Tano…

Maybe that was it.

Maybe he thought if he got rid of Obi-Wan, Anakin would come crawling back to him?

It was a rather disturbing and actually gross line of thinking and Fox wrinkled his nose.

But it could be the truth.

A terrible, ugly truth.

‘The Senate is an ugly thing though, at least the people in it.’ He snorted to himself. In principle, the Senate was a good thing, everyone able to voice their complaints and make deals.

But in reality, only a few benefited, by keeping their voices the loudest and making deals in the shadows.

Fox had caught his fair share of back alley deals with Senators involved, only for the judicial to let them escape the day after they were brought in, nothing happening outside of pockets filled with credits to make the problem just go away.

It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right but Fox was a clone commander of the guards, he saw to the safety of the Rotunda and GAR related issues.

Not the law on Coruscant.

He was not judge or jury, despite presenting evidence to them.

Had he been it, things would be run differently he thought bitterly as he lifted Obi-Wan’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it, feeling helpless to protect his little Jedi brother.

“You feel…angry.” A soft, raspy voice stated and Fox almost squeezed down on the little hand in shock, eyes snapping up to find Obi-Wan’s eyes open in a lidded, pale gaze.

Reaching out with one hand, Fox cupped a pale cheek, rubbing at a freckle. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered with disbelief, shaking slightly.

He wasn’t suppose to be awake yet, he was in a healing coma, he was suppose to sleep.

But here he was, his eyes were open and his lips curved into a weak, chapped smile. “Thirsty…” He rasped out, licking lightly at his lips.

Swallowing thickly, leaning up to punch the call button, Fox squeezed the others hand. “Okay, okay hold on little bird, a healer is on the way. Just… hold on… Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan you’re awake.” Fox felt like crying.

Felt like laughing.

Felt like he could scream.

In the end he settled for a hiccup as he pressed Obi-Wan’s hand to his face, relief spazzing through him as Obi-Wan smiled back at him with his pale eyes focused over Fox shoulder.

Paz! Get your ass to Din’s side, he needs you so much in Need for touch. So saaad

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Nevarro.

The place where it all began.

Watching Cara step down the ramp to meet with Greef, Din blearily tilted his head to look around, taking in how little had changed since the last time he was there.

Sand and sun with the mid-morning heat making everyone lazy, that was all there was with a scattering of people that weren’t taking naps to avoid the worst of the sun.

He only half noticed Greef jerking to in surprise, could feel the beta’s eyes on him. Greef had after all known what Din was from the get go, he had been there when Din returned from a hunt, fresh from his presentation.

He had also been the one to give Din not only scent blockers but also suppressors.

Just long enough to keep Din stable, so he could get his own supply, gruffly stating that Din was one of his best hunters and he’d rather not have anything happen to him.

Concern hidden by his desire for value, not that Din back then had been able to see it, he had been too worried about Greef using the information somehow.

Now he knew that Greef Karga was a friend and in that moment, he had a need for friends.

His eyes landed on the statue of the IG-11, his heart jumping a bit.

Kuiil and it had been the first ones to sacrifice themselves for Grogu, the first ones who had died for him to protect him as far as Din knew.

But knowing how old Grogu was, there was a large chance that they had not been the first.

They were the first since Grogu became his ward.

The ward he had to give away, the foundling that had become…

His scent must have twisted, because suddenly Boba was there, pressing their arms together as he rumbled to him.

His maybe packmate.

Boba and Shand were going to Tatooine, they had only stopped in Nevarro to drop Cara off and resupply since this was a safer place than most to them.

Mostly thanks to Cara.

There wasn’t really much for him anymore, his covert was gone, his pack was scattered if they had survived, his ship was destroyed and even his kit was now in the hands of another because Din could not protect him from the remains of the Empire.

Going with Boba, leaving behind the memories of what was here on Nevarro despite knowing he had a place in Greef bounty hunter guild… well, it sounded like the better option.

Boba was angling to overthrow what was left of the hutt cartel on Tatooine, not that the hutts were that strong thanks to the Empire.

They hadn’t let the hutts keep a strong threshold on the galaxy.

Looking at it, it was almost like the Empire had been trying to wipe out most of the other species of the galaxy unless they had some kind of use, making humanity its core. Getting rid of those that were combative, like the mandalorians and lasats and then moving on to those it thought of as scum with no worth.

‘Not that I’ve ever meet a decent hutt in my life.’ Din mused tiredly, wondering if there were decent hutts in the galaxy.

Tatooine, with the tuskens, sounded like a far better option. Maybe he could visit White Bantha, the clan he had lived with for a while, Boba respected the tuskens as much as Din did and wouldn’t mind if Din wander- “Djarin!”

A loud, familiar voice called out, almost echoing between the buildings and Din’s heart leapt to his throat from the sheer shock of hearing it.

He looked around almost spastically, eyes wide behind his visor before his eyes landed on the all too recognizable blue armor.

Paz.

It was Paz, stepping out from between two white buildings, his gait rushed and his helmet locked on Din with such focus he could almost feel the intensity of the gaze behind the visor.

Alive, Paz was alive.

A sob unwittingly escaped Din at the sight, the sound garbled to static by the vocoder of his helmet as he stepped forward on shaking legs, feeling like a newborn colt.

Unnoticed by him, Boba, Shand, Cara and Greef had leveled their weapons at Paz, only to pause when Din called back. “Vizla!” Din called out, crashing into Paz large chest, feeling those thick arms coming up around him in a familiar embrace. “Paz, Paz he’s gone. He’s gone. I gave him away. Paz.” He sobbed out, his knees giving out from under him as he clung to the others cuirass.

Paz rumbled loudly, shifting his arms around Din to support him. “Din. Din you need to calm down. Udesii, udesii beroya.” The blue armored man finally just outright lifted him.

Another time, Din would have marveled at the display of strength, another time he would have flushed and maybe squirmed.

He wasn’t a light man after all, especially not in his armor.

But that was not now as he lifted his legs to wrap around the alpha’s waist, right now he was baring his soul to his alor and maybe someone who was more. Right now he needed Paz to be both comfort and judgment, even if the latter didn’t seem to be inclined to judge anything and Din didn’t seem to be able to explain himself well.

“My kit is gone.” Din admitted weakly what he hadn’t wanted to admit before.

That Grogu had become not only his foundling but his kit, his child in all but blood.

Blood of the covenant is stronger than water of the womb.

It was something he had heard his buir say once, holding Din tightly to his chest with his chin resting on Din’s curly head and now he understood what it had meant.

Paz stiffened, his arms going almost painfully tight around Din before he crooned, deep in his chest and so loudly it rattled Din’s helmet.

But it felt good to hear and Din pressed his audial to the others cuirass, breaking down into wordless but loud crying.

The kind of crying he had not allowed himself in Boba’s den but right now, in Paz arms…

He would let himself cry over Grogu, cry over the unfairness of the galaxy, cry over his own inability to keep his pup safe.

Cry for the covert.

And maybe, somewhere in those tears, he was crying for himself and everything he had lost as Paz held him together.

Udesii = Calm down

Beroya = Bounty hunter

Alor = Captain

Buir = parent

Soooooo, Cody’s moving the time table up? Is he gonna have a meeting with the CCs and high ranking troopers on Coruscant right now to get the word out?

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The room was quiet except for the flickering of the comm unit, every trooper unnaturally focused on the vod in the holo.

Cody had finally called Kamino, getting in contact with Alpha. “Look,” Alpha stared down at his hands, not looking at Cody or any of the other clones as he finally spoke. “You all know that Skywalker and I didn’t have the… best of relationship while we worked together.” He grumbled at a few snorts that echoed through the meeting room.

That was putting it mildly and everyone knew it.

There was a reason why Alpha had not gone with Anakin and Rex had become his second after all. As far as the other troopers were aware, Alpha only respected two Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Shaak Ti, the only two he had personally interacted with and gained respect with by being at their side.

After escorting Obi-Wan to the temple, leaving him in a shakily smiling Anakin’s care, Cody had returned, calling together the GAR clone command to forward their plans, bringing up his suggestions on how to take out a few of them and asking Fox for suggestion on how to take out the Chancellor as their seconds took charge in the meantime.

Cody could trust Waxer to keep order while he was busy airing his ideas on how to murder the Chancellor.

Depending on when they took him out, they’d have to either make it look natural or make painful, as many wanted to after hearing how Obi-Wan and Anakin had put their trust in the man, only to be gutted.

Cody had also taken the chance to call Kamino, getting in touch with Alpha, since he had put their plans in danger by shooting Burtoni.

He wanted answers, answers he knew he wouldn’t like but he still needed them, so he knew how to proceed.

Alpha ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking exhausted in the blue light of the holo. “…Did you all know he turned twenty that first year?” He rasped out, a few troopers stilling. “That was his first year as a twenty year old Jedi, first year he was unable to say no.” He stated quietly, as if pained by the information.

Rex let out a rush of air as several vode looked at each other with surprise.

Quite a few of them remembered how reckless and angry Anakin Skywalker the padawan had been.

There were still signs of that recklessness and anger of course but it wasn’t as obvious.

But…

It suddenly made sense.

“…During the Seperatist invasion of Kamino, the first one that is,” Alpha stated, voice slow and steady. “There were three Jedi on Kamino. Shaak Ti, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.” His voice tapered of a bit, dropping his head to stare at his hands.

In the holo, they could see him picking at the armoring on top of his hand, rubbing at the blue paint on the top. “…They stayed a while.” Rex stated in remembrance, swallowing thickly when Alpha nodded, eyes still trained on his own hands.

“Burtoni was here too, due to the invasion, she hadn’t been able to leave, I don’t remember why she was here though. All three Jedi were dodging the longnecks too, I remember them seemingly disappearing sometimes after the attack, as if they didn’t want to be found.” Alpha murmured with bitter regret in his voice.

A few winced.

No, considering the unhealthy interest the kamioan had in them, no wonder they tried to disappear when the Senator was also there.

No one said a word though, waiting on Alpha to find the words he needed to explain. “Didn’t think much of it at the time if I’m honest… and then Burtoni came looking for them, Lama Su and Ko Sai at her heels.” He gritted his teeth, the sound loud enough to be caught in the holocall, grinding slowly and painfully.

No one wanted to ask what had happened.

They could guess, based on conjecture.

The kaminoans had always been disturbingly interested in Jedi and Force sensitive, they knew that. Hell, there had even been a period where the scientists had tried to replicate Force sensitivity in some of the clones.

None of those batches had come out well.

Of course, they were unaware that there were already Force sensitive clones, it happened among them but hidden from the eyes of the demagolka as the interest was disturbing and the young clones had caught on fast that they did not want that attention.

“She took them away.” Rex stated with certainty and Alpha nodded slowly, finally looking up, his gaze both guilty and angry. It was the helpless sort of rage that every Jedi serving trooper had felt when the truth came out.

“She did and I didn’t see them for four days, not until it was time for them to leave. Skywalker wasn’t moving right at the time, he was so pale and angry. But more than that, he almost looked… scared,” Alpha stated quietly, as if all of Anakin’s behavior in the early war made so much more sense. “Kenobi was almost normal by comparison but… he kept favoring his left side and I don’t know if I’m remembering it wrong but I could have sworn his hair was shorter and he too was so pale his freckles stuck out.” He murmured, as if saying it too loudly was too much for him.

Cody wanted to drop his head in his hands.

Or slam it on the table.

Considering what they knew, he could make a few adequate guesses.

Burtoni had come looking for the Jedi with a scientist and the minister, both Jedi were over twenty years of age and therefore unable to reject any request from a senator that wouldn’t leave permanent marks.

The next time Alpha saw either Jedi, they were hurt, pale and upset.

The longnecks had taken samples, most likely a lot of blood and done test on the Jedi, most likely in a twisted attempt to try and clone them or recreate Force sensitivity in clones.

Maybe other things too depending on what they had done and Cody knew he would have slicers get into the data banks of Kamino to find out.

It was one thing when it was Jango Fett, he had willingly donated his samples to be clone, was paid for it.

Hell, even the clones had some agency over the donation of ther sample, minor but some.

The Jedi however couldn’t say no.

How many other Jedi had Burtoni ordered around when she was back on Kamino?

Shaak Ti was there, stationed permanently.

How many experiments had the regal looking togruta been exposed to, how much blood had been taken from her?

What of those Jedi that came to supervise or refuel?

How many had Burtoni harmed?

“…Continue with the cloaking devise to make it seem like Burtoni is alive, I know its awful, but vote like she would have,” He murmured into his hands, feeling more than seeing Alpha tense up. “We’re moving the plans forward, operation Smoked vermin will be done by the end of the month. Just keep the illusion going for a month.” Cody sighed tiredly.

“…As you say Vod’alor.” Alpha murmured quietly, the tapping of a fist against a chestplate filling the air as Cody sought refuge in the darkness of his own hands.

Just quiet and darkness, just for a few moments.

Heyyyy Moddy my dear who ate the key from a keyboard. Can we have a bit of Din using the silks in his nest? Just a soft thing where he happily is making the nest but is a bit of a brat in not letting his alphas in.

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Not unexpectedly but utterly enraging for his two alphas were the fact that the drugs he had been slipped had messed with Din’s heat and hormones, the omega slipping between normality and a faux heat from day to day without warning.

Din could be fine one minute and in the next he could bloom with a sweet smell, his body jittering as if too full of energy, though, thankfully in Din’s eyes, he had yet to leak slick in public.

He didn’t think he could handle the humiliation if it happened again while he was fully aware if he was honest, not that Paz or Boba blamed him.

Paz and Din had actually been lucky that it hadn’t happened while they were down at the markets, Din’s hormones having quelled themselves for those first few days after the drugs had run out.

But after the back pain had faded, the hormones had risen, sharp and furious, as if the delay had made Din’s body angry at itself.

Their medic, Russal, had of course checked on Din when the first faux heat happened.

What he had found had alarmed the usually so nervous omega and he had actually hunted down the trio of his own volitional, entering the private territory of two big alphas to tell them what was up, to warn them that Din’s normal heat had been effected by the drugs and that the damage could potentially be permanent.

They would have to wait the month out, for Din’s hormones to once more settle and go back into their natural schedule as there was nothing Russal could actually do for Din’s hormone production in that moment.

Only once Din’s body calmed down would Russal could tell if there was permanent damage due to the drug that had been intended for an alpha having been slipped to an omega, especially in as high a dose as Din had consumed.

With that knowledge in mind, the month slowly started sliding forward as Paz and Boba kept a close eye on their mate.

It was hell on Din, the omega often shifting from quite normal to horny, to snappish, to weepy in moments and he wanted his kit more than anything, the urge to go find Grogu strong.

His mates was an up and down situation, sometimes he clung to either alphas like one of those weird bears from Naboo with the gray fur.

Other times he’d snarl at the slightest of touch and one particularly bad day, he had lashed out and almost jabbed Paz with his vibroblade under the helmet.

He had instantly dropped to his knees after realizing what he’d almost done to one of his beloved alphas and started weeping, loud and heart wrenching as he went into a sudden omega drop, the sound of his sobs crackling through his vocoder.

The drop had sent both Boba and Paz alpha instincts into overdrive, their rage mixed with concern and need to protect and shield so strong their scent had sent everyone, even Fennec, out of the throne room in seconds.

After that, they decided that Din should remain in their quarters as much as he possible, especially in the morning so they could figure out if he was in one of the faux heats or not before he saw other people.

His heat schedule being out of sync along with his hormones fluctuating as they were meant that Din’s instincts were also effected.

Everyone of them.

Which meant that Boba and Paz could come back to Din rearranging their nest almost compulsively, often having been at it for hours from the look of it. It had gotten so bad in the beginning that Paz or Boba would ensure at least one of them ate with Din, even when he was upset and the last thing he actually wanted was an alpha around him.

Just to make sure he did eat, even if they had to sit out in the sitting room with Din in their nest.

Normally Din’s nesting behavior was adorable, Boba and Paz enjoying watching Din add and fluff material around but in his current state, it just reminded them that Din was not in a good state of mind and neglect himself.

It made both of them wish the karking noble was still alive, just so they could kill him slowly once more.

Still, watching Din tuck the silk blankets he and Paz had bought was nice, watching Din nuzzle down into it and rub his scent on them, enjoying the softness and comfort it brought their lanky mate.

Of course, it was even nicer when he made demanding noises, staring at either alphas until they entered the nest and added their own scent to said blankets.

With them being as new as they were, there wasn’t much scent on it yet after all.

It had simply smelled of textile and the detergent used to clean them.

Now they smelled of Din and his mates, smelled of warmth and mates and comfort and a slight scent of sourness as Din grew distressed from time to time.

It was a long month for all of them.

But finally, after the mother of all meltdowns, to the point Din had isolated himself in his nest for two days where Paz had almost pulled out his dreads in worry and Boba had ended up sleeping on the couch on the sitting room, the month mark finally hit and Din’s scent started to even out.

To the point where he was just mellow, curled up in bed on top of Paz chest while clinging to Boba’s hand, desperate to keep contact with both at the same time.

Boba had just left Fennec in charge for the day, pushing off several meetings, his mates coming before anything even as they informed Russal that they’d be by later in the night.

Seeing Din finally back in his own comfort zone, purring quietly under their touch as he scented either… well, it was doing both alphas a galaxy of good.

“Ni ceta…” Din whispered quietly.

Paz just dropped a kiss to the top of Din’s head and Boba ran his free hand up to the others cheek, rubbing the apple of it lightly. “There is nothing to forgive. You didn’t ask for your hormones to be affected.” He stated, perhaps a bit tiredly but smiling all the same.

Din made a low noise but didn’t deny it even if he clearly still felt repentant.

“You can make it up by making some of that no bake cake for us, if you really wanna say sorry.” Paz chuckled quietly, equally tired but happy.

That got a low snort out of Din, the omega nuzzling into his neck. “I swear, you think with your stomach.” He huffed fondly, both alphas chuckling.

“I won’t say no to that cake though.” Boba agreed, smiling at the amused noise and purr coming from their mate, pressing closer to Paz side.

He was determined to enjoy the quiet, for however long it would last.

Translation:

Ni Ceta = Formal apology

So Cody is Vod’alor in Dangerous Galaxy? How does that happen? Is it because he took point in protecting their Jedi and the others followed? Or something else? I’m very curious!

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Rubbing his face tiredly, Cody winced at how pale he looked in the harsh light of the medbay fresher’s mirror. Hell, he had dark bags beneath his eyes and looked slightly red rimmed, he looked quite the sight and Cody just let out a deep sigh before just splashing cold water in his face.

He hadn’t managed to get to sleep after Obi-Wan was settled, regardless how much he tried and Helix had offered him something to sleep on but…

It hadn’t felt right, to sleep when Obi-Wan had trusted him to look out for his six.

Instead, he had asked for a stim, justifying himself for Helix that he wanted to be awake and aware for Obi-Wan.

It was a bit of a cheap move to pull that one, he knew he should sleep, but with slumped shoulders, Helix had understood and given him one stim, just for the morning, just so he could escort Obi-Wan back to the temple.

Of course, he couldn’t leave without a parting, “As my Vod’alor commands.” The snarky little bastard.

Vod’alor.

Such a stupid title.

Brother captain.

He grumbled faintly before pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the mirror, wishing he had a cup of dark, newly brewed caff.

As the highest ranking clone, Cody had ended up being in charge of everything, especially since he had been the one to bring in the information about what was going on behind the scenes.

Of course, it was because Skywalker had needed his help but it made the others automatically defer to him.

Cody had been the youngest of the commander class and yet somehow he was the highest ranking of all of them.

Now he had a title that could bring a lot of trouble with it in the future, as every trooper looked to him.

Even Wolffe and Alpha deferred to him and it was so karking weird, considering how frankly horrible and authoritative those two in particular could get.

He wasn’t sure how he had gotten everyone’s respect enough for them to listen to him like this, to follow his orders as they planned for the fall of the Senate, for a coup d’état that they never outright stated who was taking over for the Chancellor they were going to depose.

Yet everyone looked to Cody, as if they knew it be him, calling him Vod’alor.

It couldn’t simply be that he was highest ranking in the GAR.

Okay, so sure enough, he had maybe, once or twice, slammed every commander of the troopers into the sparring mats.

Or maybe a few dozen times…

Okay, so Cody never lost a sparring match, got his nose broken, got a black eye, hell, Alpha had even broken his leg once and sprained his ribs, but Cody still won.

Looking at his own eyes in the mirror, Cody wondered if it was that. The fact that he had every other leader of the GAR yield to him at some point in time and had yet to lose since he was a blueback.

Since he gained his armor, Cody had not lost to one of his brothers.

So maybe that was why he was Vod’alor, maybe that’s why everyone looked to him, maybe it was because Cody showed that not only did he have the skills to backup his actions but also the leadership and had gained the respect of his fellow vode.

It was conjecture at best, speculations.

But it was the best Cody had and with a tired sigh, he straightened and stepped back out of the fresher, settling back down on the bed he had claimed earlier as he looked to his General.

He looked a lot better now, sleeping calmly if albeit a drugged calm.

The swelling had gone down but the bruising on his face was now apparent and Cody felt the bones in his hands pop when he clenched them into fists.

Rex had gotten back to him an hour ago, they had a name now and if it wasn’t for the fact that Cody wanted to stay at Obi-Wan’s side, he might have done something stupid like killing the bastard right at this moment.

But he wouldn’t.

He’d wait a few days, maybe a week and then, when no one could connect the bastard to Obi-Wan, then Cody would take great pleasure in killing the asshole.

A small, dark smile crossed his lips at the thought.

According to Fox, the Senate was growing paranoid, the whisper of a serial killer had started up due to the amount of brutal deaths the troopers couldn’t quite disguise as drug overdoses or natural causes.

But some of these bastard didn’t deserve a merciful death.

Hell, none of them would have gotten a merciful death if it was up to Cody but they couldn’t take out everyone in the same wa-hmm, actually, maybe there could be an explosion on Coruscant.

For half a minute, Cody sat back against the headboard and fantasied about the Chancellor office exploding, grinning like a lunatic to himself as he thought about it.

He’d bring it up with Cody and the others in command, see what they thought about the idea.

Maybe not the Chancellor office in particular but hell, maybe a banquet with certain people in attendance.

Maybe with a few warnings to certain people to not attend.

Either an explosion or a slow working poison that mimicked something natural.

Actually, that latter one did sound like a good idea for some of the idiots and Cody tapped his lip thoughtfully as he glanced at the chrono, mentally grumbling as he took in that it was still four am.

Still three hours until Helix said he could use the stim.

‘Well, maybe we could use a poison that made them choke on their own blood, have their lungs fill up.’ Cody mused to himself, trying to make the time flow a bit faster. He knew there were a few diseases that did that, they could release a false news that there was some kind of infectious disease on Coruscant and that the troopers avoided it due to their helmets filters.

Fantasizing about the demagolka choking to death on their own fluids was actually entertaining and Cody briefly mused on the idea of him becoming a bit sadistically inclined thanks to all of this.

Then he shrugged and tilted his head, watching Obi-Wan, letting the sound of his even breaths calm his own mind.

‘For them, I’ll be anything in this damn galaxy.’ Cody noted to himself, even as he also made note to talk with Alpha-17, because killing the damn longneck on Kamino had been a risk.

I suppose today is a rereading day lol! Do you have any more ideas for ModernJedi? It was a really intriguing concept! If the Force still works, why do so many of them have doubt from parents? Cuz Obi’s Earth parents medicated him! Wouldn’t a small but blatant display of the Force be enough to prove the truth of their ‘other lives’? I’d think, for Obi (who has been known to use the Force ‘frivolously’), that he’d be willing to do that to avoid medication which likely dulls his mind and senses!

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Snorting softly at the soft question, Obi-Wan swallowed the hot tea in his mouth, giving Padme a wry look. “Really, I love my parents dear but if I had started moving things with my mind…” He slowly shook his head and then looked to Qui-Gon.

Living with the other man was proving to be very good for not only his physical health but also his mental health, the reminder that he wasn’t crazy, that the Force was real not only to him but to another…

That his parents were wrong about him.

There was also the very cushy apartment Qui-Gon owned, a large sitting room with a large, comfortable sectional couch in faux leather. It would have been out of character for the man if there wasn’t several throw blankets stationed also in the couch along with comfy pillows, making it clear Qui-Gon often slept on the couch.

The glass coffee table was a nice touch too and Obi-Wan could imagine, if you removed the blankets and pillows for it, that Qui-Gon could hold an elegant party.

Of course, he’d never say that.

He quite liked all the blankets, especially in his current state, enjoying the warmth of them wrapped around him along with the cup of tea the other brewed for him.

On the table, a tea pot and a coffee pot were stationed, both Anakin and Padme leaning towards the coffee while Qui-Gon stuck to the tea. Beside the pots were a tray of biscuits and some fruits.

Never let it be said that Qui-Gon was not a diligent host when friends were over.

“My parents accepted that I might have had a prior life,” Qui-Gon stead steadily, peeling an orange carefully as Anakin slung his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, carefully not saying anything despite his understanding look. “But no, I didn’t show them my powers. It would have lead to questions, interest from people with… nefarious purpose. And even those that wanted to use us for their own benefit weren’t the only concern.” He stead steadily, feeding Obi-Wan an orange wedge.

Frowning slightly, looking between the two, Padme opened her mouth.

Swallowing, Obi-Wan spoke up before she could. “Guinea pigs, we would have become guinea pigs for some scientist, above board or not,” He stated seriously. He had seen Zan Arbor of all people walking around and had panic attack, knowing she was there… well, it had been frightening to him. “An unknown power, capable of what the Force is, no, I’m not putting myself or others at risk.” He shook his head.

Not even to prove to his parents that there was something there.

Considering what his parents did, Obi-Wan wasn’t certain they’d look at him the same way after if he showed them what he could do.

Qui-Gon quietly fed him another wedge of orange, giving Obi-Wan a small smile when he wrinkled his nose slightly. “Too sour?” He questioned softly, both of them giving Padme peace to mull over the answer.

Shaking his head, taking another sip of tea to clear the taste, Obi-Wan grimaced. “Too sweet actually, it has a slight… overripe taste to it.” He stated quietly before sighing and opening his mouth when Qui-Gon offered him another wedge.

He knew that oranges supposedly helped when one had a cold, so despite it being a bit sweeter than he’d like it to be, he still ate it.

He just made sure to sip more tea.

“That’s horrifying to consider.” Padme finally said softly, reaching out to refill her cup and offering Anakin a refill at the same time.

All three former Jedi shrugged.

It was a worry they had learned to live with and the reason they didn’t use the Force too obviously when they did use it.

“Its shockingly safer than it was before.” Obi-Wan mused before leaning away to couch into the crook of his arm, shaking slightly. Qui-Gon’s hand came up to rub his back instantly, rumbling worriedly as he did.

He still caught Padme grimacing, nodding with understanding.

As the wife of a Jedi, she had heard from Anakin often about Force sensitive having to be rescued from slavers.

It was nice that she understood and Obi-Wan gave her a tired smile when he sat up, drinking his tea slowly to clear his throat, humming happily at the kiss Qui-Gon pressed to his temple.

How nice it was to be among people that understood.