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Do you think Rexwalker (Rex/Anakin) would be a more stable relationship than Anidala would be? Or would either of their insecurities (with a dose of Palpatine manipulations) cause more harm than good for them both?

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Yeah, see, that’s the question.

But there is one thing RexAni/Rexwalker would have that Anidala doesn’t. Constant contact.

Anakin has to sneak away to see Padme, he has to lie, even though he lies badly. And he’s not on Coruscant as often as he would like, hell I would argue that some of the episodes with Padme in Clone wars are pushed on us to make it seem like they get more time together than they really do.

Rex however is there in his battalion, has an easy excuse for why the two needs to see each other and is sent around the galaxy all the time together. It is harder for Palpatine to manipulate Anakin with lies about Rex, seeing how much time they do spend together.

I’m not saying its impossible.

There is also the added layer of if Anakin would even admit that easily to the relationship between himself and Rex. I mean, there are additional layers in such a relationship, like chain of command. He might worry about being honest about that to Palpatine.

In the end, it is an interesting thought experiment and I feel like Palpatine might manage to manipulate it too. But it be a lot harder I think, due to how much time Rex and Anakin spend togheter naturally.

What is your opinion on the relationship of Mace and Anakin? I always found it very weird that it went from Mace making it very clear that he does not trust Anakin to Mace believing that Anakin would help him in such a short amount of time.

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In the movie it does seem that way. But honestly Anakin is nine, the order falls when he is like 23-24.

Mace has known Anakin for over 10 years at that point and he knows Palpatine. Palpatine is Anakin’s friend and Anakin has been promoted to the council by said friend in a move that is clearly invasive as no Chancellor or Senate member has done before.

And Mace also knows how emotional Anakin is.

When they go to confront Palpatine, Mace says

‘Anakin Skywalker: Master, the Chancellor is very powerful. You’ll need my help if you’re going to arrest him.
Mace Windu: For your own good, stay out of this affair. I sense a great deal of confusion in you, young Skywalker. There is much fear that clouds your judgement.
Anakin Skywalker: I must go, master.
Mace Windu: No. If what you’ve told me is true, you will have gained my trust. But for now, remain here. Wait in the council chambers until we return.
Anakin Skywalker: Yes, master.’

Its not a lack of trust I think but a hope that Anakin knows what is more important, that he can put aside his emotions in the face of what is right and just. Mace wants to believe the best in Anakin, but he is also aware of the facts as presented.

1, Palpatine is Anakin’s friend, has been for years.

2, Palpatine appointed Anakin to the council.

3, Anakin Skywalker is a emotionally unstable person that has shown issues in putting aside issues when they are personal, thereby endangering not only himself but also others and peace.

These are facts Mace knows but he also hopes for the best. And Obi-Wan puts his trust in Anakin, says Anakin is a great man and a great Jedi. Mace values Obi-Wan’s opinion I believe, even if he’s uncertain about Anakin a lot of the time. So he’s willing to extend the olive branch so to speak.

I think in the end, Anakin and Mace are too similiar in a lot of ways and that their fundemental personalities makes it hard for them to get along, especially with the duties they have. Mace is the head of the Order, he has to safe guard the order and that means he can’t just think of the few always but has to think about the many and he is a man that wants to believe in justice and peace. Anakin on the other hand is a Jedi knight but he has forsworn his oath, he will always choose his personal relations, he will choose Padme, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and the friends he makes and if he has to get his hands dirty to do it, he will as we’ve seen him kill people for his friends.

That’s not a bad thing.

Not really, but it does showcase Anakin’s development into Vader, especially his inability to let go, to grieve and find a path forward without being selfish.

…Man, I went on a tangent. Anyhow, end note, I think they have a complicated relationship, that Mace wanted to trust Anakin but that he was also deeply aware of what kind of person Anakin was.

I know you’re careful with what you post on your AO3, just to avoid leaving unfinished fics hanging (also maybe because it’s complicated?? I don’t know, but that would make sense too, considering your HUGE library of fic), but I just read your Agricore AU, and I’m surprised that THAT is not on AO3. It’s finished, it’s dynamic – I loved it! I especially loved long-haired, attentive, PROTECTIVE Obi. Oh my, excuse me while I fan myself, that man is DELIGHTFUL. You did a really good job!

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Ugh, I really should put that one on AO3, you’re right about that… I’m just lazy and don’t want to do the spelling fixes and grammar fixes that I now know XP

I’ll try to get to it anon!

I may be the sole person that remembers majorstars but could I get a continuation? I can’t imagine the council would just let obi or qui be Anakins master When it comes time for him to become a Padawan

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Not sure what wakes him, Obi-Wan takes a moment to just blink blearily out into the dark folds of a beige tunic.

He can’t have been asleep for long, the feel of the fire is still warm against his back and Qui-Gon is still petting his hair gently as Obi-Wan is using the older man’s lap as a pillow. Maybe at most half an hour?

It doesn’t matter and Obi-Wan instead closes his eyes, determined to go back asleep as Qui-Gon teases his overly long braid gently..

If Tahl hadn’t taken that moment to speak, her voice soft and steady but a bit tense. “I’m uncertain why you think you will be able to take on young Anakin as your padawan. You must be aware of how the council will view it, seeing as he’s your and Obi-Wan’s son.” She stated quietly.

Qui-Gon let out a small snort, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s scalp in a soothing moment.

But he seemed unaware that Obi-Wan was awake from what the padawan could tell.

“I will do as the Force commands me,” Qui-Gon drawled before sighing. “And honestly, I don’t care what they think or feel about me Tahl. Beside, he is not unaware that he is a desired padawan, many have made it clear that they’d like to take him on, if Anakin says yes is up to him. What is one more master’s hand matter to him?” He stated a tad dryly.

Obi-Wan had to fight his urge to tense up.

It hadn’t occurred to him that Anakin might say no.

That thought… well, it didn’t directly terrifying but it made him sad in ways he couldn’t explain.

“I have never striven to be in good standing with the council.” Qui-Gon stated calmly.

Tahl let out a deep, resigned sigh that Obi-Wan might have echoed.

But in this situation…

He was so grateful that Qui-Gon wasn’t one for listening to the council, as much as Obi-Wan wanted to sit on the council. And to be fair, he wanted to start changes, sometimes changes had to be done from within.

There were things the Jedi council… not ignored.

But they were very set in their way and after countless conversations and debates with his master, Obi-Wan had recognized why.

Yoda.

As fond as Obi-Wan was of the old master, the gremlin was a manipulative and old man that often felt that he was right and therefore if something didn’t fit with his understanding or world view, it was wrong.

Looking back, Obi-Wan also recognized the way he himself had been manipulated by the green master, recognizing that he should never have been on the Monument to Bandomeer on his own.

Technically Qui-Gon had been there, but the master had not been charged with Obi-Wan’s care at the time.

And Obi-Wan should not have been sent to Bandomeer until he was actually thirteen.

Being sent earlier…

It was a slap in the face and it painted him in a bad image.

An initiate that was sent away early?

A master or knight would look at someone like that closely and Obi-Wan was aware that many had once he had returned with Qui-Gon.

It was cold comfort that Yoda had a reason for doing it.

That didn’t erase the hurts Obi-Wan had suffered or the rumors that had swirled around him.

A large, warm hand settled on his side, rubbing lightly as Qui-Gon had caught on to him being awake, the man rumbling faintly as Obi-Wan burrowed into his master’s stomach.

Guilty as he was for the thought, he was also grateful Tahl could not see them.

It allowed him to seek the comfort he so desperately wanted in that moment, settling himself once more with the comfort of Qui-Gon’s touch and the knowledge that he would ask Anakin to become his padawan.

‘I need to hurry with the rest of my trials…’ Obi-Wan sternly instructed himself, even as he settled drowsily as Qui-Gon continued petting with slow, affectionate hands.

Hello Moddy! :) I am absolutely in love with your writing! Especially…. Obi in pain ^^» is there any chance we get to know what happens next? What is sidious plan? Will Obi-Wan get hurt? Will Anakin take care of him and be really protective? Will they confess their feelings? *-* (sorry, REALLY big Fan!) Hope you are doing well! :)

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Sitting down slowly and gingerly, Obi-Wan breathed steadily through his nose as he observed the apartment.

He desperately wished he could go to bed, but the heated beanbag Qui-Gon had gotten him for lifeday on his side and take an extra medication for the day but due to the mission, there was no way he could do that.

So he’d have to settle for sitting just for a little bit.

Seeing Senator Amidala had been nice… until Anakin was stumbling over his own feet pretty much while staring at her.

It was a bit… discouraging but Obi-Wan firmly scolded himself, reminding himself that Padme Amidala was a lovely and intelligent creature and Anakin was quite firmly allowed to be attracted to her.

Even if it made Obi-Wan uncertain, staring at the lovely and young senator more Anakin’s age, the woman healthy and hale, a beauty in every way a human could be, making Obi-Wan feel quite inadequate with all the issues he had.

Compared to her, he had little to offer Anakin.

‘But you’re still a capable Jedi…’ Obi-Wan assured himself, even as he, as discreetly as possible, tried to ease the pain of old injury, breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth. ‘Who managed to track down Wesell? Me, the chronically ill Jedi, not Anakin and not Qui-Gon. So what if I had to jump out the window and cling to a drone? I still managed it.’ He assured himself, straightening slowly.

He may be damaged in so many ways but he was still as good a Jedi as those around him.

And they hadn’t really made any terms.

Hand holding and cheek kisses weren’t terms of a relationship.

It was affection, sure, but Obi-Wan was affectionate with Bant too and he used to be with Quinlan. A rougher kind of affection, Quinlan had become a lot more careful with Obi-Wan due to his chronic pain but they still hugged.

And Qui-Gon was very affectionate with him now a days.

‘But none of them will hold your hand like Anakin. Only Anakin holds your hand and for all that Bant kisses your cheek and Quinlan will kiss the back of your hand, you know those are friendly things.’ A voice teased him.

It made Obi-Wan pause before he shook his head, ignoring the chaos of the security captain and Qui-Gon.

The two didn’t get along, so they clashed, even if Qui-Gon pretended to be serene, he did all he could to get under Typho’s skin.

Anakin was… somewhere in the apartment. ‘Maybe oogling Padme again…’ Obi-Wan refused to acknowledge how bitter that thought was, drawing a deep breath through his nose.

Okay, so maybe he was a tiny bit bitter.

Even though the two hadn’t decided what they were to each other, Obi-Wan had thought…

‘And that’s why they say that communication is important kids.’ He grumbled mentally only to tense when a body suddenly sat down next to him, jerking a bit away from the closeness only to relax when a familiar hand pressed to his side.

Anakin frowned darkly at him, eyes flashing with worry. “You’re burning in the Force.” He whispered quietly.

Shifting a bit, Obi-Wan let out a small hum, avoiding shrugging.

He didn’t want to agitate his side anymore than he had to thank you very much, there was a reason why he didn’t meditate by kneeling anymore.

Anakin frowned at him for a long moment before realization crossed his face, the padawan reaching in and pressing his hand to Obi-Wan’s side.

Hissing in initial pain, Obi-Wan clenched his hands into the others tunic sleeve before breathing out as the pain eased out into a low throbbing instead of the burning. “…Thank you Anakin.” He murmured quietly, leaning his head on the others shoulder.

“Course. Should have thought of it before, you were being extremely acrobatic not that many hours ago…” Anakin stated quietly back, his hand remaining on Obi-Wan’s side.

It was… nice.

‘I really need to have a conversation about what kinda relationship we are suppose to have…’ Obi-Wan thought, his thought trailing off as tiredness settled into him. It didn’t really help as Anakin started carding his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, easing him.

A small nap couldn’t hurt he mused as he got comfortable.

Did- did obiwan just die in worriedalphafether?

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Pressing his good hand to the window, the other trapped in a sling over his chest to keep it still, Qui-Gon stared at his pup as he desperately wished he could put his hand to the others hair and stroke it gently.

But he couldn’t.

Because Obi-Wan was still being worked on, the medics moving around Obi-Wan, giving him injections, wrapping injuries still, doing tests and checking on… well whatever they needed to check.

He’d only just come out of bacta half an hour earlier and the medics were still working on what the bacta couldn’t do anything with. Blood transfusion, bones that had been ruined, brain swelling and damaged nerves.

The sight of Obi-Wan in the cockpit, the shrapnel almost cutting the younger man in two would be a horror he could never forget, squinting through the pain and smoke of the burning wreckage as he desperately tried to grasp the Force.

And failing.

Failing every time he tried as he whined and whimpered, trying to reach his cub.

Skywalker slumped over the display, bleeding out over the control, the alpha unnaturally pale.

And then the sound.

So loud, drowning out the crackling of the burning wreckage.

Obi-Wan’s wheezing breath, coughing up blood, the evidence of his lungs being damaged.

One of his lungs had collapsed, having been pierced by the shrapnel.

Hell, Obi-Wan was so lucky, just a bit higher and the sheet metal would have cut through his lungs. And then there was the shrapnel that had broken the others collarbone, that had been so close to the jugular and the neck.

Obi-Wan being alive was a miracle at that point.

But it hurt to see his pup like this.

And he knew that Skywalker was hurting too, the sour scent of the unhappy alpha clogging up the hall.

Not that Qui-Gon was any better.

“Qui-Gon Jinn?” The call had him jerking too, surprised as he hadn’t heard the door open nor spotted the other leaving the window view, the lead medic, a zabrak, standing in the doorway of Obi-Wan’s room.

“Yes?” Qui-Gon rasped, limping towards him, absently noting that the man looked stern, sweaty but not sad or apologetic.

The man nodded. “You are Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi master and next of kin to Obi-Wan Kenobi?” He waited for Qui-Gon to give a terse nod. “Good, Good, I’m Akhal Firno, head medic. Your pup is very lucky,” Akhal noted, glancing back.

Breath caught in his throat, Qui-Gon grasped the elbow of his injured arm, faintly hearing Anakin get to his feet and come closer. “Lucky?” He whispered.

Akhal nodded, wiping the sweat of off his face before giving a small smile with his thin lips. “Indeed, while his injuries were severe and he is very lucky to have been brought in as fast as he was, he has most likely suffered nothing permanent and will make a full recovery.” He stated warmly.

Qui-Gon could have sung in joy.

And then Anakin brought it crashing down. “What do you mean with most likely not suffered anything permanent?” The tatooine alpha questioned nervously.

Akhal stepped back to let the other medics out, his face turning a wee bit nervous as Qui-Gon and Anakin stared at him, Qui-Gon feeling his heart sink nervously. “There… is a chance… that Kenobi might be unable to have children due to the severity of his injuries,” Akhal stated delicately. “He suffered quite the traumatic injuries that may have left permanent issues for his ability to carry a fetus to full term.” Akhal finished.

Mouth dropping open, Qui-Gon felt a vague sense of horror rise.

Because Obi-Wan, unlike many Jedi omega, wanted children. He knew that Obi-Wan wanted his own pups.

A low, piteous whine cracked through the air and for a moment Qui-Gon thought it was Anakin only for the blond to gently touch Qui-Gon’s shoulder. ‘…Oh… its me.’ The older alpha realized, his whine still echoing through the hall, bouncing off the walls as he begged the Force not to take Obi-Wan’s choice from him.

Obi-Wan deserved to make it for himself, not have that choice taken from him.

Can we see more of AWOL!Jedi, please? :) It’s my favorite story of yours! Maybe Anakin arriving and being greeted by Obi-Wan and the others? (I need comfort in this story. D:) I’d be happy with any sort of continuation! (Btw, since Anidala has broken up (kinda, will soon probably) and I feel like you hinted a lot at Rex missing Anakin (and Ahsoka), is it possible to bring in some RexAni?)

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The trip takes a good week.

Anakin doesn’t… quite mind.

Travel is just like that and he can’t really make the ship go any faster or suggest any alternative routes due to not knowing where they are going. And they do make a side trip that delights him as they pick up a very familiar togruta.

Sitting down to catch up with her, a baby in each lap, is the highlight of the week and the rest of the travel isn’t as bad as Anakin gets to spar with his former padawan and Ahsoka gets to coo over Luke and Leia.

By the time they land at wherever they are going, Ahsoka has firmly bonded with the kids and are now Auntie Ahsoka.

Their badass auntie as she says, grinning with the light flashing of her fangs.

Both are in the cockpit with the pilot, Leia and Luke babbling to each other in the hovercarriage and their bags settled in the seats of the cockpit, as they come in for landing, everything lush and green as they approach the buildings that show signs of how new they are.

They had already been given a landing berth, a trooper giving them directions before shutting down as the pilot took the scenic route for them to see the capitol of Vercopa.

There were a lot of buildings, the stirrings of a proper city in the making clearly seen.

But in the middle of everything is clearly a Jedi temple.

Brand new, built with duracrete and plaster as they build ever upwards but clearly designed to look like a smaller Coruscant temple with five towers, one suited in the middle and ranging higher than almost everything else.

“I didn’t think they’d get this far in this short of a time span.” Ahsoka marveled, blinking.

“Millions of clones, all of them hardworking people as we well know…” Anakin mused. “Mixed with the surviving Jedi using their abilities and I guess that all speeds it up.” He noted.

He hadn’t missed the sights of what were clearly farms further from what was the capitol with the Jedi temple.

They looked quite fertile but clearly closed in by forest.

If Anakin was to take a guess, the Jedi were trying not to cut down too much to preserve the nature around it. ‘I wonder if they’ll do a garden here in the temple too or stick with what they have in the wild…’ Anakin mused quietly to himself, a part of him missing the massive gardens with all its flora and fauna.

The ship landed with a small thump on the landing pad, a trooper waving them in before giving a bright wave.

It suddenly occurred Anakin that what remained of the 501st would be here and his breath hitched.

“Skyguy?” A gentle hand resting on his forearm broke him out of the swift panic he had and he swallowed heavily, shifting to look at his former padawan. “You okay?” She questioned with a small frown.

“…Rex and the others might be here.” He whispered and understanding and some panic flashed in her eyes.

It had been so long since either of them had seen their troopers and the prospect of seeing them now…

Squaring her shoulders, Ahsoka let out a deep breath. “One hurdle at a time Anakin. Master Obi-Wan first.” She stated, the two moving to grab their things and the kids.

Excited, Luke cooed up at them and then stuck his hand in his mouth with Leia clearly wanting to one up her brother and stuffing her foot, as much as she could, into her own mouth.

The sight of Luke with his hand in his mouth and Leia trying to eat her own foot broke Anakin’s panic, snorting slightly as they made their way to the ramp the pilot was announcing he was lowering.

Fresh, unrecycled, natural air flushed in and the babies both sat up in surprise, making hiccuping noises as the sun shone in and then down on them, natural light after a week on a ship and being used to Curscant. It was an utterly new world for the twins and they were curious.

Anakin however paused as he saw an all too familiar shape standing on the landing pad, not far from the ramp with a trooper in yellow and white beside him.

Anakin didn’t think.

He dropped the handles of the carrier, the hovercarrier coming to a natural halt as Anakin ran down the ramp in the exact time Obi-Wan lurched forward from his own space.

No hesitation, only need as they crashed together, meeting in the middle at the end of the ramp with arms wrapping tightly around each other.

Anakin knew he must be lifting Obi-Wan off the ground but the other made no complaint, only held on tightly.

He could hear Obi-Wan’s breath hitching, as if he was fighting tears and realized he was already crying as he buried his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the familiar smell of tea, detergent and Obi-Wan hitting him.

Hiccuping hard, Anakin tightened his hug into something he knew must be uncomfortable and yet being unable to ease it. “I-I’m home Obi-Wan.” He choked out.

Fingers threaded through his curls as their Force bond came alive with closeness. “Welcome home, Anakin,” Obi-Wan choked out in return, the two sinking onto their knees together at the end of a ramp in the middle of the Jedi’s new home. “Welcome home dear one.”

Lupinecopper, oh I need a baby wolf Obi now and Qui with bellyrubs, pretty please. Something cute and fluffy?

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Watching his padawan closely, Qui-Gon pondered over all the things he had learned.

And all the things he would have to do once Obi-Wan was back in his human form.

For one he would have to speak with some of the senior creche masters, that was for sure and he would have to log another complaint with the council.

‘The nerve of them to lock Obi-Wan up during full moon…’ Qui-Gon pursed his lips.

Having returned to their quarters for full moon, Qui-Gon had, gently, coaxed Obi-Wan into talking about his past changes, how they effected his mental state, his body and how others around him behaved.

For the most part senior creche masters treated him well, either keeping him in an isolated part of the gardens or on days when Obi-Wan was sick, actually took him to the akk dog rooms where he snuggled up in a basket to sleep and were looked out for by the akk dogs.

But if it was one of the junior creche masters or one of the prejudiced ones then he’d end up locked up in a small room that Obi-Wan long had suspected was a converted cupboard, especially since the smell of cleaning product apparently lingered.

And Qui-Gon was going to lodge some complaints for that and have a serious talk with the older creche masters for that, in particular old Dolan or Mirna, the wookie creche master. She would never tolerate treating a youngling in such a way due to a furry problem.

A little whine broke Qui-Gon’s line of thought, his eyes snapping to his padawan.

As night fell, Obi-Wan had gone and settled under the window on a meditation mat in his outer shift, only leggings and a thin, armless tunic, settling in to breath and calm down and Qui-Gon settled in with a cup of tea and his own thoughts, trying to process everything Obi-Wan had told him.

Now Obi-Wan’s back was curving, his hands resting on the floor instead of his thighs as he whined and twitched and shuddered hard.

He was finally shifting and Qui-Gon winced as a sharp, bone snapping crack sounded through the room, his own body twinging in sympathy as Obi-Wan gave a cry of pain.

Standing, alarmed, Qui-Gon could simply watch helplessly as Obi-Wan twisted and cried out with pain, his body changing in front of Qui-Gon’s eyes as fur started sprouting on the boy’s arms and in his face.

Copper colored fur shone in the artificial light and Qui-Gon held his breath as the face started changing, miniature cracks and snaps alerting him to Obi-Wan’s facial bone structure changing as his snout started becoming apparent.

It was horrifying, seeing how the skin just stretched along his half nose and half snout and Qui-Gon had to swallow a bit of bile as he sat down heavily on the couch as Obi-Wan shifted forward onto all fours.

At some point, Qui-Gon hadn’t noticed when, his hands had become paws.

Finally the wolf was there and Obi-Wan stood on ungangly limbs, shaking himself slightly before focusing on Qui-Gon with shockingly green eyes.

For a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had miscalculated, if that cat had been right…and then Obi-Wan whined piteously.

Softening, Qui-Gon smiled at the boy turned wolf and patted the couch. “Come here padawan.” He murmured, watching as Obi-Wan scampered over, cataloging how the boy was moving.

A bit stiffly but not too badly, clearly shifting was painful and considering the bones were literally breaking and rearranging themselves, that didn’t shock him honestly.

Scrambling up on the couch, Obi-Wan blinked at Qui-Gon before wagging happily when the man started petting at his ears. Chuckling faintly, Qui-Gon encouraged the boy onto his lap, carefully rubbing the ears as he took note of how big the other was.

About Qui-Gon’s knee height and a good two hand width over the shoulders. ‘He’s about the size of a skinnier rottweiler with more fur.’ Qui-Gon noted, wondering what size Obi-Wan eventually would become and if the size was something Obi-Wan could choose.

To his amusement, he also noticed that Obi-Wan’s padawan braid had survived the transformation, hanging beneath the ear he was petting. “Well, aren’t you just a fluffy pup.” Qui-Gon teased gently, chuckling as he worked his fingers along the others spine, laughing as Obi-Wan’s tail thumped the couch, spreading copper colored fur all over. ‘I’m going to have to get one of those rollers to collect the fur.’ He noted with amusement before letting out a warm laugh as the other rolled onto his back with large, hopeful eyes.

“Oh alright you sweetheart.” The master continued laughing as he gave into the silent demand, rubbing his padawan’s furry stomach, giving him the bellyrub he was so hopeful for.

For a master that was a follower of the living Force, a werewolf padawan was a blessing, the simpler mind of the wolf just a delight as Qui-Gon adoringly petted the boy.

Kybertears: Well, shit, what’s going to happen now? Obi-Wan can’t handle another flatline and they’re very close to loosing him I feel like, how are they going to deal with that black kyber? Is it still bleeding? Or is the vial somehow keeping it all in?

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There was no glow to Obi-Wan’s skin or freckles anymore.

It had all dried up and Anakin couldn’t help but feel that the moment it faded fully, Obi-Wan would be lost to them.

It terrified him as he sat at the others bedside, unable to leave it as he held the hand of his brother in all the ways but blood.

If it wasn’t for the slight, flickering sheen, Obi-Wan would almost look corpse like as it was, his pallor leaving nothing and the blue of his lips terrifying Anakin as he steadily feed Obi-Wan energy along with the healer.

The nice thing with being as full of the Force as he was, was that Anakin could draw on it and feed Obi-Wan more than the healers that were now more frequently switched out as the council slowly gathered in the medical room.

Neither Adi nor Depa had felt comfortable in leaving with the crystal and therefore the rest of the council had been summoned to the room.

Some were taking longer than others unfortunately, due to the outside problem of Anakin having killed the Chancellor.

But whatever evidence Windu and Yoda had dug up from the Chancellor’s corpse and surveillance, apparently it was enough.

The fact that he was a Sith wasn’t something they could use against the Chancellor, however, the things he had done, what he had done to Obi-Wan and whatever was sliced from the computers… well, it was enough to show what was on those terminals.

Anakin didn’t find it too important, what was important to him was the man on the bed and Ahsoka, the latter having come to visit once before fleeing, the hurt in her signature so heartbreaking.

He got it, looking at Obi-Wan like this…

He wished he could run too but it scared him more to leave Obi-Wan alone.

Finally the door snapped open, Mace entering with a stern look that faltered as he got a look at Obi-Wan.

People’s neutral expression outside of the healers generally didn’t last long when they caught sight of Obi-Wan, Anakin had found and while once it might have brought him pleasure and something to laugh at, right now all it did was make him aware just how bad of Obi-Wan looked.

The master of the order shook himself, glancing at the filled up room, Che staring at the council with a pinched look on her face that showcased that she didn’t approve of the overly full medical room but understood the need. “Now, we’re all here, what’s this about a crystal?” The man rumbled.

Depa glanced at Adi before raising the crystal she had in a Force stasis for the others to see. “Here, I theorize its made with Obi-Wan’s blood and… well it’s wrong. When it was being handed over, the lid was jarred enough to open the vial before I put it in stasis, what we felt…” She trailed off.

Kit shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. “What we all felt, kark that thing is wrong if that was what went through the temple an hour ago.” He stated, all his tentacles twitching and twisting and Anakin had the feeling if he was a human, Kit would be showing off some goosebumps.

“That was that dark feeling? Koth spat out, visibly disgusted before his face transformed again. “What did Palpatine do to Obi-Wan’s blood?” He questioned in horror.

There was a series of nods from those who had been in the room when it happened. “I do not know what feeling you’re all talking about,” Shaak murmured, her hologram flickering as the storms of Kamino interfered with the communication. “But even in holo formation that thing is… wrong.” She stated, peering at the vial.

“Purification we need,” Yoda croaked out, scrambling closer to squint up at the vial before looking at Depa. “Remove it from the vial you must, work with it in a shielded container we can not.” He stated.

Clenching his hand on Obi-Wan’s hand, Anakin understood the need but that didn’t make it anymore comfortable for them.

Clearly reluctant, Depa nodded before reaching out with her second hand, one keeping the vial and crystal hovering and in stasis as the other worked at the vial lid.

Thanks to the stasis, nothing was felt outside it, however, the moment the lid was gone, the container started filling with blood and Anakin felt his mouth drop open as it started pouring out of the vial, dripping onto the medical floor.

Several members were caught of guard and started cursing, Yoda barely dodging the blood and Che groaned loudly as Yoda continued backing away as blood pooled onto the ground.

The vial dropped to the bloody pool beneath the black crystal, leaving everyone a clear look at it for the first time.

The blackness almost glowed ominously at them as blood continued to gather at the end and drip down and Anakin felt the urge to retch as he quickly glanced to find Obi-Wan’s dim glow fading even more.

They were loosing Obi-Wan and they were loosing him fast.

Not waiting on the council, Anakin snapped his focus on the crystal instead.

He understood the principle of purification of a crystal that had been bleed.

Take the crystal and overload it with light, overload it like you overloaded a motor with power to make it exploded.

One could make an argument for Anakin not quite being the best to purify something, he was not the lightest of Jedi… but he was among the strongest.

With that he poured himself into the crystal, flushing it with his strength as he remembered Obi-Wan’s smile and the broken promise of Anakin protecting him.

At the very least he’d do this.

Anakin Skywalker would do this for his former master as he tightened his grip on the others hand. ‘Please Obi-Wan… please.’