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In shut me down did plo still find Ashoka and has she befriend obi as well??

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Humming quietly as he continued carving the wood slowly, Obi-Wan pretended not to notice the blue eyes watching him from the flower bush from the left.

They had been watching him for a while and initially, Obi-Wan had been uncertain how to deal with it, seeing as he was all alone but…

Well, after he figured out the who, he wasn’t so concerned.

After all, younglings of all races were merely curious and the Jedi Initiates were no different than those outside of the temple. Which was why Obi-Wan simply continued carving, working away on the canine taking shape.

He was actually rather impressed that she was keeping quiet still. At her age, Obi-Wan would have moved long ago but she was keeping still and quiet, simply observing him, not even moving her head or hands as far as Obi-Wan could tell.

She certainly made no sound and if it wasn’t for her lack at muffling her own Force aura, then he likely wouldn’t have noticed her at all.

Blowing on the carving to send the wood shavings away and into his lap instead, Obi-Wan eyed the figure taking shape before turning his head to glance at the bush, lips twitching as there was a little shift of leaves and flowers.

Likely he had surprised her by looking at the bush. “I don’t bite, you’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” Obi-Wan offered softly, patting the teal colored grass beside him even as he made sure to hold the carving knife securely. Yan would not be happy if Obi-Wan cut himself again by being thoughtless.

There was another shift in the bushes, some abashment joining the Force aura of the little one and then she came out, blinking at him with large blue eyes peering uncertainly at him as she patted out her Initiate shift.

A young togruta with white markings on her face, seemingly around the age of eight to ten if Obi-Wan was guessing correctly, her lekkus white and blue with a deep orange skin. If Obi-Wan was to take a guess, that meant her parents would have been from Shili and inland togrutas most likely, as the orange skin had developed to hide them in the orange grass fields of the inlands.

“Hello there little one.” He smiled gently at the togruta, wiggling his foot as he rested his carving in his lap, trying to come of as none-threatening as possible.

So far, she was the first one of the younglings to come this close to him and later on approach him when she was called out. Obi-Wan found himself curious why so many of them spied on him from time to time, everywhere from the commissary, the gardens, the meditations rooms, sparring halls and so on.

It had been a tad overwhelming, especially in the start when Obi-Wan was learning to deal with so many Force sensitive in one place once more.

Now seemed as good as any moment to maybe figure it out and sate the curiosity.

She bit her lips, showing small fangs and then she slowly made her way over. “Hello. Barris says you were a Jedi.” She stated shyly, pausing about a hand away from him.

Obi-Wan cocked his head, fingers of the hand holding the carving tapping at the wood. “I was, yes. Me and my grandmaster left many years ago but we’re back at the temple for protection.” He confirmed. ‘So that’s why they were curious…’ Obi-Wan thought with some amusement.

The rumors about them must have been spreading like fire in dry grass.

That seemed to be the right thing to say as she instantly perked up and seemed to relax at the same time, the young togruta sitting down with her lekkus twitching with excitement. “So its true that the other man you’re with left too? And that he was a master?” She gasped.

Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, going back to working on the akul carving. “Yes. His name is Yan Dooku, there’s a statue of him in the Archive among the Lost. I was just a knight,” He glanced at her once more. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He introduced.

If he had thought her eyes had been big hearing about Yan, then it was nothing when she heard his name, blue eyes going so large that they almost eclipsed the white of her eyes. “You’re the Sith Slayer.” She gasped.

Obi-Wan winced, but she didn’t seem to notice and he forced himself to keep smiling. “That’s me. Now, how about you, who are you?” He questioned.

Pushing her chest out proudly, her lekkus practically dancing in their excitement, the youngling beamed with all her teeth on display, showing how she had been raised among humans as it bared her fangs as if a threat display. “I’m Ahsoka Tano!” She announced proudly. “I’m eight!” She held up both her hands, displaying eight fingers.

“Well meet, Ahsoka Tano.” Obi-Wan greeted, lips twitching into a genuine smile once more as he found himself meaning the greeting. ‘Well meet indeed youngling.’ He thought as she continued beaming at him.

Severedstomach, ph please tell me Din will be alright?

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Letting out a gasp as he woke up, Din flailed, his limbs heavy and smacking against something hard as he felt wet heat all around him and yet could breath at the same time. Muffled noises echoed around him as Din struggled to see, eyesight blurry and shaky as his toes hurt when they hit something hard.

Something blurry, green and black, moved in front of him and Din cried out, feeling frightened and claustrophobic as he couldn’t move anywhere.

Later, he’d feel ashamed of his behavior, later he’d realize he was in a bacta tube.

But in the moment, he just felt small and scared.

“Easy Din, calm down, breath verd’ika.” Boba’s steady, stern voice echoed in his ears, everything in Din focusing on the authoritative voice, being used to listening to the Armorer as he was.

Din whined with his emotions, shaking as he pressed his hands to the walls around him, a far part of his mind realizing he was in a tube. “B-Boba.” He gasped out, his breathing rushed.

“Yes, I’m here, can you see me?” The green and black blurry shape moved and Din nodded shakily. “Jate verd, you’re in the palace. We brought you home, you were injured, you’re currently in a bacta tube. Suvarir?” The voice kept being stern.

But that was good, it forced Din’s panicking mind to focus on it and it alone instead of how fearful he was and how trapped he felt. So he nodded, whimpering a tad still.

“Jate, ori’jate,” Boba’s voice was lower now, more coaxing. “You woke up earlier than expected, the droids were going to remove you from the bacta tube before you woke up. Just hold on another ten minute and they’ll get you out, alright verd?” He continued.

“K-Keep talking to me. I can’t… its not… I can’t in here.” Din gasped, hands reaching for his face, finding a mask over his mouth and nose, likely the oxygen but also more mask that lead over the rest of his face.

Boba had likely constructed this or had someone else make it, to ensure Din didn’t have his face exposed without his knowledge. His heart thudded a tad, relief and gratefulness echoing.

“Of course verd. I found a friend of yours while you were out.” Boba murmured, talking just as Din had asked.

“F-Friend?” A large, blue shape moved into view, other grey and black one moving around more smoothly than the other.

Someone walking. The grey and black ones must be the droids rolling around but the blue one…

Hope and fear had Din’s heart thudding against his ribs. ‘It… it can’t be… please… please be…’

“Hey there beroya, its good to see you awake,” Paz voice murmured, deep and steady through the vocoder and the comms giving Din their voices. “I got real worried when I got your signal.” He stated.

“P-Paz.” Din cried out, shaking in the bacta as he pressed his hands to the glass.

The blue shaped moved, dark brown gloves pressing over Din’s hands on the other side. “Yeah, I’m here. I’m good. Fett’s been a gracious host to me while you were in here.” Paz rumbled, grunting a tad as the black and green shape, as Boba, moved sharply.

‘Elbow into side.’ Din’s steadier mind supplied.

“He’s a kind of a shabuir, but he makes for a good sparring partner.” Boba grunted out, Din laughing shakily at that.

He could imagine the two trying to wrestle in the downstairs sparring arena, it was one of the cooler areas of the palace and was rather big. “H-He is,” Din agreed shakily, laughing more at the uttered ‘oi!’ from Paz. “He… used to… throw me around in the… the sparring ring… when we were small.” Din shakily got the words out.

“Oh he did,” Boba growled softly and Paz coughed. “You’ll have to join us down in the arena when you’re on two feet Din. Watch us.” Din could almost imagine the smirk on the King of Tatooine’s face.

“Emptying the bacta tube now.” A monotone voice echoed, Din jerking to with shock.

“Easy beroya, its just the medical droid,” Paz said quickly, his deep voice carrying a strain of worry. He was all too familiar with Din’s hate for droids, having been there when Din was rescued. “Its not goin to touch you, when the tube is empty and the harness is activated, I’ll carry you.” He promised.

‘Don’t like droids. Only IG-11. This isn’t IG. IG is dead. Don’t trust it.’ Din breathing was speeding up, even as the bacta around him was draining.

“Breath Din.” Boba demanded, voice once more stern and Din inhaled so sharply his throat hurt, eyes wide to keep an eye on things, to not miss anything as he finally saw both Paz and Boba, the bacta below his eyes, his body heavy as it hung in the harness, no longer just floating.

Boba was standing there without his helmet of course, clearly observing Din, his hands on a display that was likely the reason why Din could hear them. Paz was beside him with his hands still pressed to the tube. “G-Get me out, gedet’ye, gedet’ye Boba, gedet’ye Paz.” He begged as he got his feet in under himself on the floor of the tube, once more feeling claustrophobic and stuck, the sound of a droid so close when he was helpless making him shake.

Paz let out a snarl, so soft it almost didn’t get picked up by the vocoder. “Don’t beg, you don’t have to beg. You’ll be out, just a few more moments Din.” He promised.

Din let out another whine that turned into a relieved gasp as the tube unsealed, the front being pulled open by Paz.

Large, steady hands reached out, undoing the harness with swift movements, startlingly deft for the size of the owner and Din almost collapsed without the support.

Would have without Paz.

But Paz was there, pulled him out of the tube and into his arms, the armor cool against Din’s chest as he pressed his cheek to the cool, blue plate. Goosebumps broke on Din’s skin but he pressed closer, rubbing his cheek lightly against the beskar.

Safe, he didn’t even care that Paz had exposed his face.

Large arms came down around him, pulling him in closer. “Don’t look up. I won’t look down.” Paz murmured reassuringly, large hand pressed to the middle of his back.

“Kay…” Standing there, gooey and shaking, Din let out a soft noise as Boba’s hand came into view, a hooded robe in hand. Din knew that robe, it had a little inbuilt veil that could be fastened, showing only the top part of Din’s face, his eyes with the hood covering his eyes. Boba had it commissioned especially for Din’s comfort.

“Cover up verd’ika, lets get you to a shower to get all the bacta gunk of off you.” Boba rumbled, his steady voice familiar and just as safe as Paz.

‘Home…’ Covered in goo, standing on shaking legs with goosebumps on his body, Din couldn’t help but smile as he reached for his robe. “Ni’m yaim, Boba.”

Boba paused, letting out a small noise. “… Olarom yaim, Din.” He stated, voice low and full of warmth.

Jate = Good

Verd = Soldier

Verd’ika = Little soldier

Suvarir  = Understand

Ori’jate= Very good

Beroya = Bounty hunter

Shabuir = Jerk (stronger insult than jerk technically)

Gedet’ye = Please

Ni’m yaim = I’m home

Olarom yaim = Welcome home

anon again yeeeeey so moddy whats happening with baby faced torment

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Stepping out of the healer room with a quiet goodbye, Obi-Wan glanced around the hall, finding Cody pushing away from the wall. Cody had insisted being there for all of Obi-Wan’s mind healer appointments and it felt…

Well, it felt nice.

To have the commander outside the room, waiting on him.

A form for security healer Mira had said, though she expected Obi-Wan not to rely on the bond to keep going. Understandable, being too reliant on a bond could be very dangerous.

But right now… Obi-Wan was happy as Cody came to his side and walked beside him, the soft brush of Cody’s concern touching Obi-Wan through their bond. “You feel tired.” Cody murmured, watching him closely.

Brushing their arms together, dodging a healer in the hurry, Obi-Wan let out a small sigh. “A tad, Healer Mira wanted to speak about some of my… repressed younger memories along with some of the stuff that happened while I was caught.” He shrugged a tad, grateful Cody didn’t move away from his touch.

Touch was hard now, so the few times he managed to initiate it on his own was… well, treasured times now.

He knew that was why Cody opted to wear the officer uniform more than the armor, realizing that Obi-Wan needed the security that came with warm touch and not cold armor.

“I see…” Cody focused on walking for a bit, the two moving along steadily. “…General Skywalker is rather upset.” The commander suddenly stated.

Obi-Wan blinked at that, glancing at him. “Anakin?” He puzzled. He knew the other went out again to the Rotunda, something about an invitation.

He assumed it had to do with Padme but, maybe not?

“He was cursing the Chancellor.” Cody continued staring forward as he reported to Obi-Wan.

Even more confused, Obi-Wan wondered how Cody knew it before deciding it was likely the Coruscant Guards at the Rotunda that had reported to him. But why was Anakin angry at the Chancellor again?

He knew that apparently the Chancellor had tried to lie to Anakin about the mission Obi-Wan had been caught on, something about not being able to help supposedly, but what had the old goat done now?

‘Should I ask? Anakin is already worried about me and he has said he wants me to focus on healing’ Obi-Wan frowned a tad before sighing out loud and shaking his head.

He was too tired for these things right now, he’d think about it later, after he had a rest. Maybe after he had visited the other kids that were settling into the temple in different spots.

Quite a few of them were enjoying working in the gardens from what Obi-Wan had heard from them and some were looking at the Halls with curiosity and interest. After all, you didn’t have to be a Jedi to be a medic or a gardener and there was no way the temple was showing these injured souls out after all they had gone through.

“Hey… its alright,” Cody rested his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, smiling worriedly at him. “Rex told me that General Skywalker went to the General Windu, whatever it is, if its important, they’ll tell you.” He murmured soothingly.

Letting out a small hum at that, Obi-Wan nodded slowly, his frown easing a bit. “You’re right… Anakin’s been very mature lately about things,” Obi-Wan pretended not to notice how Cody’s expression tightened at that, both knowing that the incident with Obi-Wan was what had done it. “If its important, he’ll tell me,” He sighed a tad. “I’m just… tired I guess.” He confessed as they made their way down the hallway towards the closest elevators.

Cody let out a small hum at the answer, thumb gently rubbing at the tight muscle of Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Maybe…” He hesitated a tad, swallowing thickly when Obi-Wan glanced at him. “Maybe you’d like to… meditate with me?” He questioned, voice a tad shy, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Stepping into an available elevator, Obi-Wan stared at his commander with surprise but also joy at the unexpected offer.

It was the first time since they formed the bond and set up their shields that Cody had offered to meditate with him.

It wasn’t the commander’s favorite activity, the man was an active person and sitting still…

But he was willing to do so for Obi-Wan.

He couldn’t help but smile at that and lean into the others side. “I think I’d like that Cody. I’d like that quite a bit.” Obi-Wan stated softly, letting out a low noise as the elevator stopped to admit two knights, nodding to them in greeting.

The two nodded in return but recognized that Obi-Wan didn’t want to speak, quietly speaking together instead. Cody just gently squeezed Obi-Wan’s shoulder, still flushed but smiling softly in happiness.

The thought of Anakin and his anger was put out of Obi-Wan’s mind, the man focusing on Cody instead and the shared meditation they’d were going to have.

So, age swap Obi and Ani, with intersex Obi finding the clones. Clones that claim him due to his stewjon status. I know its been done before, stewjon being somewhat of a status symbol to mandalorians, so I figured I’d try it with you and a youngish Obi?

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The day it happened, it had taken the clones only one look, one sniff of the air to know that something was up as the scent abruptly changed, something was going on and no amount of trainers or longnecks could stop them from noticing the beacon following Taun We.

A young, seemingly male baseline human with red hair gathered back in a nerf tail and a braid swinging with beads and threads as green eyes warily observed everything, seemingly unnerved and shocked despite hiding it well from Taun We.

But not from the clones.

They could feel it in their bones, the others emotions. He was nothing like the clones and nothing like the trainers.

Something was different.

This one was different.

They hadn’t had any kind of reaction like this to the trainers, regardless what they were though they were less fond of the Death Watch bastard due to how the Prime reacted to her. Clearly the Prime hated her despite hiring her to train them and no one could claim she wasn’t skilled.

But this one, the Jedi they realized, something was very different.

And it was clear in how the Prime reacted too, the way the man had frozen in the clear hallway above them, eyes on the Jedi that stared him in the eyes, a challenge and a hunger in the Prime’s eyes at the same time.

Somehow, the Prime, Fett, has a handle on that hunger and the challenge, despite being unable to take his eyes off the Jedi that walks on the other side of Taun We, clearly aware of the hunger in the other human.

There is an even more vigilant look in the redhead’s eyes as he disappears with the Prime and Taun We.

Its not until they are on Geonosis that they see him again, this time bruised, injured and bleeding from a split nose, his hands in chains and yet he fights fluidly, falling into line with the troopers as if he knows where he belongs, as if he has fought a war before.

He’s perfect in the vode’s eyes.

His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, padawan to one Anakin Skywalker, the so called chosen one of the Jedi order, whatever that means. Obi-Wan is turning twenty by human standards this year and he’s a stewjoni.

A fucking stewjoni, the troopers know, they might be clones but hell, the Prime hadn’t neglected this part of them. He had taught the alpha clones the important bits of Mandalorian culture and the alpha clones had taught the rest.

They knew this part as intimately as the back of their hands as learning about it had made them hungry in a way they couldn’t explain or sate.

Stewjon and Mandalore had always been tightly entwined, to claim a Stewjon was a prize no Mandalore should resist if given the opportunity.

Stewjoni with fire in their veins and battle as born and war breed as any mandalorian’s will ever be and that includes the clones, the drums of war beating in their soul as much as anyone else.

And Obi-Wan proves that he is of Stewjon’s blood.

He breezes the war fields as easily as he breathes to the discomfort of many Jedi despite his own master ruffling his hair and praising him with an easy smile and a proud glint in his eyes when Obi-Wan can take over the battlefield.

Cody is the one to become Obi-Wan’s commander when he is knithed, he’s the one that gets to see that the new General has little issue in ordering them around on the field.

But when the battle dies down, something in Obi-Wan falter, as if orders are no longer something he can give and the confusion in him is clear as he struggles, peering coyly at the troopers from under lowered lashes before practically hiding behind his master much to the blond’s confusion and concern.

Its clear Anakin Skywalker knows nothing of the connection between Stewjon and Mandalore.

Something tells Cody that had the blond known, he’d never leave them alone, would have threatened entire battalions to ensure his padawan’s comfort and chastity.

Anakin Skywalker had strange ideas of virtue Cody had to admit, considering how he tries to cover his former padawan up as best as he could.

There is also one more thing that draws inevitably draws the mandalorian’s to stewjoni’s.

Their fertility.

Stewjon is a harsh planet, difficult to survive and due to it, it is common for most members to be intersex.

And the troopers want, hunger, deep in their bones as green eyes stare back at them, challenging yet somehow meek at the same time.

Yet no one makes a move, uncertain how to approach a situation like this.

So they hunger and they watch each other, like circling wolves, nipping at each others heels.

Need for touch, is Boba and Din brothers now? father and son? I mean, they are almost the same age but Boba is clearly out to adopt the other in some way.

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Watching closely as the room cleared out after being dismissed, Boba let out a tired breath and then pulled his helmet off, setting it on the arm Fennec normally sat on as he ran his hand over his sweaty scalp. “Karking assholes.” He grumbled quietly.

Fennec shot him a slight smirk and closed the door tightly behind her, ensuring privacy.

Dealing with the gangs on Tatooine was proving to be difficult, especially the hutt implants and the ones involved with slavery.

But Boba was also steadily building out his own group, a lot of old friends had come when they heard Boba had taken over and some new ones had joined him. Especially former slaves.

The former gladiator ones were really useful as guards.

Could be trusted too, as most of them were beyond grateful for Boba freeing them.

Most of them were alphas too, though a few of them had been castrated to make them more… manageable. Boba knew it was a practice slavers used but honestly, it was barbaric.

It was one of the reasons Boba had abolished slavery on Tatooine, even if it gained him more enemies.

There was a small thump against his knee, bringing Boba out of his thoughts and he let out a soft noise as he took in Din sitting on the dais, his head resting against Boba’s knee. “Hey… you okay?” He rumbled, reaching out to gently run his thumb under the helmet and kute, feeling sweaty skin.

Din’s pulse was steady and he nodded but his skin was very sweaty.

‘Just tired potentially.’ Boba shifted and reached down, pulling the other up and into his lap, listening at the scrapes of beskar against beskar. “Its alright vod’ika. You can relax, everyone’s been shown out.” Boba rumbled at the omega.

Din shifted a bit then slowly reached up and pulled his helmet off, settling it in his lap as he pressed his face to Boba’s neck, huffing in his scent.

Din had been doing that more often lately, taking comfort in Boba’s scent as they built their packbond.

It was… nice.

Pleasing in a way Boba would claim, to be needed and trusted by Din after everything the other had gone through. Soothed some long abandoned instinct in Boba.

The fact that he took his helmet off in front of Boba was also an honor.

The unique way Din and Paz covert followed the resol’nare wasn’t something Boba had ever encountered from any other mandalorian he had meet, it certainly did not fit with the one his father had tried to teach him.

Boba would almost call it a cult but that wasn’t quite right either, regardless what Kryze had called it to Din. A cult was generally something lead by a charismatic leader and from what Din and Paz had admitted, there was no clear leader.

Just a Goran that ensured supplies were distributed and armor created.

Technically though, a cult could also be defined by adhering to an ideology admittedly, but if that was the base for it, then all mandalorians were cults. The only thing that differed Din and Paz from others were the fact that they were not to remove their helmets.

That could have been a warped safety precaution that had become tradition if Boba thought about it.

Regardless, there were no prayers, sacrifices, offerings outside of supplying the covert, competitions or anything like that. It wasn’t a cult by the true definitions of it, just survival of a group of people that were being slaughtered by the Empire.

Regardless, things were different now, both Din and Paz were struggling to make their own lives now as no survivors had yet to find them.

Going by what Din had found when he returned to Nevarro…

Well, neither expected survivors if they were honest and it broke Boba’s heart to see Din so sad and guilty for what he had brought to their covert. Paz had quickly disabused him of that notion, the covert had chosen to reveal themselves, Din had not asked. But emotions were a tricky thing and Boba knew that.

Nuzzling slowly at his vod’ika, Boba purred softly for him. “It will be alright. You’re here and I’m here and Paz is here, we’ll help you.” He promised softly as Din pressed into his throat.

It was one of the reasons he hadn’t thrown the alpha on his ass.

He was good for Din, their heartbroken Din.

‘The moment he fucks up, I’m fucking him up.’ Boba nosed gently at Din’s curly hair, noting how long it was getting.

Din didn’t answer, simply pressed himself into Boba’s broader if shorter frame.

‘Just give him time… we have all the time in the world for this.’ Boba pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Vod’ika = little brother

Goran = Armorer

Holy shit JANGO. Distant pain Jango’s alive!? I mean, not injured clearly by the tech he has at the throat but still, I’m so excited what comes now.

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Setting the crate down, Jango smiled at his son as Boba came rushing down the ramp Slave 1, quickly checking his father for injuries. Ever since that fateful day on Geonosis, Boba had become rather protective of his buir and had not wanted to leave him alone for any missions.

Not that it was a hardship, not really, Boba was skilled but going into a clone camp…

Well, he would have stuck out and Boba realized it.

Didn’t mean he hadn’t worried and that was why Jango allowed the pat down, despite just wanting to load up the crate and get out of the damn body glove. He had already ditched the armor but he hadn’t wanted to run around nude. “I’m fine Boba, no one noticed me.” He soothed quietly, inwardly keeping his uncertainties to himself.

He actually wasn’t sure about that, even as Boba grumbled slightly and glared up at him with that adorable pout he had yet to grow out of.

While leaving the camp, he had felt like someone was following him, felt eyes in the back of his neck but…

Well, he hadn’t seen anyone, every clone around him rushing around doing their own things and the Jedi were all busy.

Well, except for Kenobi, he hadn’t seen him at all except for in passing when the man had entered his tent with his dragon around his neck, two black and silver painted clones following him. A bit strange honestly, they were the only two with black and silver on them at all, all the others had blue and yellow or completely bare armor but Jango had no interest in Jedi.

“We should leave then, we got enough supplies to head for the next system.” Boba spoke up, huffing a tad before bending and picking up the crate before Jango could, a smile crossing his lips.

Opening his mouth, Jango was about to answer when the trees rustled at a breeze… but it was the voice that spoke up that stopped both Fett’s in their tracks.

“Well, hello there,” A posh drawl echoed and Jango turned on his heel, firing in the direction of the voice on auto pilot. The blast echoed into the trees but there was no cry of pain, only a low chuckle. “Ah, I can throw my voice, so you won’t be able to hit me by shooting at my voice.” The voice continued, suddenly on the opposite side of the camp.

Jango gritted his teeth at that, pushing his son behind his back. “Come out.” He snarled.

The same voice chuckled again. “Admittedly, when I noticed what I thought was a rat in camp, I had to wonder,” The voice continued, Jango grinding his teeth hard with his blaster aimed at the trees. He couldn’t lower his guard even if he couldn’t see the person. “But to find out the rat was Jango Fett himself… well, it seems like I just came across a golden opportunity, oh Mand’alor.”

Jango froze.

He hadn’t been called that in years, decades even.

Not even the few Haat Mando’ade survivors he could find to recruit as trainers for the clones had called him that, mostly on Jango’s own wishes.

Now a Coruscantian High accented voice called him it.

‘…It has to be Kenobi. He’s the only one it could be, that could have followed me without a trace and has that kind of accent.’ Jango was sweating inside his body glove, the prosthetic of his throat working hard as he swallowed. “…There is no Mand’alor.” Jango answered instead, levering his blaster higher when he heard a small rustle.

There was an agreeing hum. “No… there is not. There’s a Duchess… did you know I was on Mandalore during the civil war and succession crisis?” It was Kenobi for sure then, though Jango’s brows raised a bit at learning he had been there.

But he didn’t say anything, simply kept Boba behind him as the breeze rustled the trees of the clearing again.

“I’ll take your silence as a no, but I was. The Republic sent Jedi to protect the Kryze you see, finding them the better alternative,” Scorn was dripping of Kenobi’s voice and Jango blinked, thoughts pausing slightly. “It was, compared to the Kyr’tsad of course, but it wasn’t what the people wanted. But between a despot pacifist and a murderous tyrant, what could they do…”

It was like lighting from clear sky. “You… don’t like Kryze.” He stated numbly.

The Jedi didn’t like Kryze, a figurehead for peace, someone he clearly knew by the way he was talking. He must have even personally guarded her, Jango knew there was a rumor about the Duchess and a Jedi.

But to call her a despot…

There was a loud snort in answer. “Satine is a woman of her words and her convictions, she’s strong in those… but if you aren’t willing to pick up a weapon to defend, to proclaim neutrality when others suffer, then I have no regards for them.” Kenobi stated strongly.

Numbly, Jango’s blaster slowly sunk and he glanced down at Boba behind his back, large brown eyes looking back up at him worriedly, clearly remembering the last time they encountered Jedi. “…What do you want?” Jango asked.

Kenobi could have stopped him at any moment if the theft of supplies was important.

Instead he had followed Jango, had made no move or reference to the stolen goods, outside of calling Jango a rat.

Away from the other clones, away from the other Jedi, away from camp.

There was a long pause before there was a rustle and Kenobi dropped from the trees, landing smoothly in the opening of the trees Jango himself had entered. Cool green eyes looked calculating and considerably at Jango, as if dissecting him.

Though, Jango was doing the same back.

His feathered dragon was wrapped around the Jedi’s neck, peering at Jango with curious wide eyes. The man’s hair was up in the faux mohawk with his helix piercing on display he had seen earlier and he was sporting the sleeveless black shirt and grey leggings that went with his black boots.

His lightsaber was on his belt.

The weapon was in full view but not in his hands.

Not a danger yet even if the man in front of him was extremely capable and extremely dangerous.

Kenobi placed his index finger to his chin and his thumb below it, rubbing lightly. “…I think that for now, I simply want a chat Jango Fett.” He stated before reaching for his saber.

Jango tensed only to jerk to when Kenobi threw his saber at him, catching the hilt of silver and black by reflex more than anything.

Kenobi didn’t need his saber to kill… but he had thrown it into Jango’s hands.

A gesture of good will?

Jango slowly looked at him, looked at Boba behind him again then back to the Jedi. “…Alright, come inside, we can speak over shig.” He settled on, watching as a slow but satisfied smile crossed the others lips.

Like a cat that got the cream and the canary.

dangerousgalaxy. The senate is trying to use the clones the same way they use the Jedi now? That isn’t going to go over well. If they weren’t already angry enough to do something, they would be now. The guard is probably getting the worst of it, being the most visible to the senate, and the more famous units. How is Fox doing with this news? What about Rex and Bly?

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Lowering his pad slowly, Cody stared at Helix, wondering tiredly how much information like this he could handle before his heart burst. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He stated quietly.

“Chlamydia,” Helix repeated, sounding equally tired. “I got ping in my reports today, got confused for a moment since none of the other medics had logged anything about the vode but then… I noticed it was from the temple.” He rubbed his hand tiredly over his face.

Sitting back in his chair, Cody ran his hand over his face too.

Obi-Wan had chlamydia, his stint at the Rotunda had left even more marks than the visible ones. “…So that’s why I haven’t heard from him or seen him.” He whispered quietly, wishing more than ever that he could just… take a break.

But he couldn’t.

They were SO close.

So close to their goal, everything was in position, all the troopers on Coruscant had gone through the nanobot treatment and the ‘blanket’ was almost done.

When their operation went down, the slicers of the troopers were going to be set in motion, making it a blackout for all information to and from Coruscant, to avoid any senators sending of information or calling for aid.

Or for certain people to activate the clone chips of those that had yet to have it deactivated.

It didn’t change his desire to be able to take a break and go see Obi-Wan though, sit with him, have tea maybe.

‘Tea and hot scones… when this is all done… when… when the coup d’etat is done…’ Cody turned his head to look longingly at one of the floating gardens of Coruscant. Wrapped in a little protective bubble, clean and fresh with trees and plants and some of them even had running water.

He wanted to take Obi-Wan to one, sit with him in quiet peace, promise his Jedi safety.

Promise the entire order safety.

Sit with Obi-Wan with quiet calmness around them, fresh scones from one of Coruscant’s upper bakeries and tea and caff respectively for each of them, being able to relax for once in their damn lives.

And Cody also wanted the satisfaction of knowing he provided Obi-Wan safety. Perhaps a tad selfish of him, but his Jedi meant the world to him, to the entire 212th and Cody wanted the other to feel secure.

Especially on the planet where his home belonged.

To know that Obi-Wan could come and go without worry of being violated, of catching the eye of some sleazy Senator. That Obi-Wan could feel secure and happy that Anakin and Ahsoka was safe, that he could sit and read and not worry.

That Cody could sit with his Jedi and simply… exist.

‘…But not yet. There is still much to do before I rest and so little time.’ Cody turned his head back to Helix. “Alright, so we know why we haven’t seen our Jedi again, he’s likely resting and we know antibiotic messes with his systems,” Cody and Helix sighed together, equally fond and exasperated. “Now, has there been anymore information about the Senators that have started eyeing up troopers?” Cody returned to being the Vod’alor, being responsible and being there for the GAR.

Helix grimaced before nodding. “So far, they haven’t managed to single out a trooper, as far as we know. Fox has ensured that all of his guards are walking in groups of three or four, to prevent them being picked out by anyone with… suspect interests, but I doubt nothing has happened, there’s just too many of us and too many Senators for there to be no incident.” Helix stated grimly.

Cody had to agree to that, nodding slowly. ‘Fox must be very angry, I wouldn’t be shocked if there are more dead Senators now, he’s very protective of his boys.’

Likely, several troopers had experienced the same thing as the Jedi but were hiding it. Cody knew that Fox was trying his best to check with all his men, as were the other leaders but…

Well, unless the victims themselves stepped forward, figuring it out would be hard if a brother was hiding it.

‘But troopers wouldn’t be able to avoid medical help like Jedi do, healing using the Force and such… and vode aren’t meant to be alone. We’re raised together, train together, sleep together… die together. Its going to come out sooner or later, who has been hurt.’ It meant at the very least, no trooper had been injured as severely as the Jedi before had been.

No broken bones or large wounds but there were other ways to harm and hurt a person after all.

Cody once more glanced longingly at the floating garden closest to the barracks.

He had often felt that it was a deliberate taunt.

Placing the garden so close they could see it but knowing they weren’t allowed to enter it, not without special permission.

There were many days he wished he could go back to being just CC-2224, when the responsibilities laid heavy and hard, when the death of his own vode hurt just so much.

But in that moment… he wanted to be Cody.

To sit on the grass with a clear blue sky in the distance and Obi-Wan leaning against his side, warm and steady, his breathing slow and his heart calm.

‘…Soon.’ He reminded himself again, shaking himself slightly as he looked up at Helix standing in front of his desk. “I agree. That’s why we have to be ready. Those who have been hurt will need us, their vode, to help and care. Just as we’ve done for the Jedi. Hopefully, they’ll feel more comfortable coming forward once the Senators are dealt with or their natborn officers.” Cody stated calmly, his mind flashing to Tarkin.

Sighing, Helix nodded too before turning his head to look out Cody’s office window too. “…There’s a large, red sun setting,” He stated slowly, frowning slightly and Cody curiously peered at the setting sun too. Helix was right, it was bright red. “…The General once told me, that a red sun setting often proclaimed violence to come in many cultures.” Helix whispered, staring at the sun.

Cody tilted his head.

He wasn’t sure if he believed that, it was after all just a part of the celestial bodies with no thought of its own except for reflecting rays but…

Well, the sun wasn’t wrong.

Violence was coming for sure, Cody knew that several Senators would not be leaving the Rotunda come two days time, several would be ‘accidental’ casualties in the coup. Then there would be those that would fight, many of those would also die.

The memory of Obi-Wan’s broken body in his arms spurred Cody on and his lips pulled taut into a white, bloodless line. ‘They will all burn, I’ll make sure of that. They will rue the day they thought to touch a Jedi.’

“Ah, one more thing,” Cody returned his attention to Helix, the CMO tapping at his thigh plate slowly. “A few of the CIS Senators that we were going to take out are already deceased.” He stared seriously at Cody.

Cody cocked his brows in surprise. “Oh, natural deaths?” He wondered, a tad bitterly only to blink when Helix shook his head slowly, a smirk curling on his lips.

Only one word came from the medic. “Dooku.”

Freezing, staring at Helix, Cody breathed out. ‘…Former Jedi master, Yan Dooku… Oh.’

I just want to see someone make fan art of the «Bad Batch» in the powder room applying, powder to make themselves pale. Plus other make up to make themselves look different. Thus getting themselves called the «Bad Batch».

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I read this and started dying of laughter.

Honestly, I don’t know why they’re so pale, my only assumption is that their cloning process was so far off, they skipped out on the melanin… you know, in verse.

We ALL know why they’re so pale in reality >_>

Do you think Luke would get along with the clones if he got the chance to meet them before the Fall of the republic?

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My assumption, yes, though it might depend on the clone?

I mean, they’re all different people with different personalities, so there might be a few that just don’t mix too well with Luke, especially the first movie Luke from Tatooine, he could be a bit…. lol. I mean, 19-20, still a boy and a frustrated one at that. But yeah, I think he would