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In ‘twoalphas’, might Palps decide to leave Coruscant after loosing the vote? With maybe a VERY Force strong baby and pretty omega ObiWan? After all an omega won’t give HIM any trouble, right? And everybody storms into the apartment to rescue Obi and Jinn, to find Palps dead on the floor. Storytime?!!? Please? (sharp teeth grin)

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There was so much he hadn’t expected in life.

He hadn’t expected to become a Jedi at one point, hadn’t expected
to become an omega, hadn’t expected to lose his master, hadn’t
expected the Order to become part of a war, hadn’t expected to gain
two mates nor a kit and to have his heats meet with pleasure and
care.

And he did not expect for a Sith Lord to actually try to abduct both
himself and his baby boy.

Which explains his current position on the kitchen floor with someone
other then his mates on top of him, one of the kitchen knives buried
in Palpatine’s stomach after the man had come to his home after
being voted out after his current lapses of health, the man gasping
in pain as yellow eyes stared into Obi-Wan’s own wide ones.

The knights, dead before anyone had really understood what was going
on, comms were beeping but all Obi-Wan could do was bare his teeth
and push the knife deeper into Sidious stomach. “Try to take my
baby? Try to take everything I am away from me? No…” He hissed as
Sidious gurgled on his own blood that was splattering onto Obi-Wan’s
night shirt.

Never threaten the kit of an omega in their own homes.

Obi-Wan shakily pushed the Sith off himself and then crawled towards
the knights, closing the zabrak and bothan eyes before taking one of
the comms.

“Knight Ode?” Came a worried voice.

“Dead.” Obi-Wan rasped into the comm. “Please… send a team
over and… mmmn… a healer would be appreciated. The Sith lord
attacked me.” He hissed as he touched his bleeding midsection,
hearing the stunned silence before there was loud barking on the
other side of the comm.

Obi-Wan however dropped the comm and crawled over to where Jinn was
in the living room in the play pen, touching his cheek gently with
his clean hand before breathing out in pain as he reached for his
pair bonds, feeling both Padme and Anakin’s alarm.

Feeling a tickle down his neck, Obi-Wan reached to the back of his
head and brought forth bloody fingers, rubbing the slick fluid
between his fingers before breathing out. ‘That explains the
grogginess… I got a concussion.’ He thought wryly.

As the door slid opened to reveal Padme’s pale face as his alpha
rushed in, Obi-Wan wondered if he was ever going to be let out of
sight by his mates.

Most likely not he mused as Padme’s slender hands touched him with
concern.

()()()

Hands folded together, Padme stared at them for a long moment before
taking a breath and looking up at Master Koon. “I’m sorry, its
just… of all the things I expected, it was not to see my mate
bleeding on the floor near our son when I arrived.”

Plo lifted a bandaged hand into the air to wave it lightly. “No,
please Senator Amidala, I should have known better then to invade the
apartment with agitated alphas. There is nothing to apologize for.”
The kel dor soothed.

Inwardly Padme snorted, she had kriffing broken the mans hand when
he’d gotten close to provide aid!

Of course there was something to apologize for!

But Jedi were hard to get to accept such things, ingrained as it was
in them to let it all go to make for smooth negotiations.

Instead however she sighed and nodded, looking to Anakin who was
rocking Jinn, murmuring soft comfort to their son as several Jedi and
Judaical police were there to take stock of the crime scene.

Past that again was Obi-Wan in their bedroom, being tended to by a
healer, eyes open in slit to watch mates and kit since he was cleaned
up and healed.

It was the only reason she wasn’t in there with him.

She looked back to where two covered hover stretchers contained the
knights who had died and then past that again to where Palpatine was
still laying on the floor with the knife buried in his guts.

A vindictive kind of pleasure filled her at the sight.

No one touched an omegas kit and got away with it, not even kriffing
powerful Sith lords.

In ‘twoalphas’, might Palps decide to leave Coruscant after loosing the vote? With maybe a VERY Force strong baby and pretty omega ObiWan? After all an omega won’t give HIM any trouble, right? And everybody storms into the apartment to rescue Obi and Jinn, to find Palps dead on the floor. Storytime?!!? Please? (sharp teeth grin)

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There was so much he hadn’t expected in life.

He hadn’t expected to become a Jedi at one point, hadn’t expected
to become an omega, hadn’t expected to lose his master, hadn’t
expected the Order to become part of a war, hadn’t expected to gain
two mates nor a kit and to have his heats meet with pleasure and
care.

And he did not expect for a Sith Lord to actually try to abduct both
himself and his baby boy.

Which explains his current position on the kitchen floor with someone
other then his mates on top of him, one of the kitchen knives buried
in Palpatine’s stomach after the man had come to his home after
being voted out after his current lapses of health, the man gasping
in pain as yellow eyes stared into Obi-Wan’s own wide ones.

The knights, dead before anyone had really understood what was going
on, comms were beeping but all Obi-Wan could do was bare his teeth
and push the knife deeper into Sidious stomach. “Try to take my
baby? Try to take everything I am away from me? No…” He hissed as
Sidious gurgled on his own blood that was splattering onto Obi-Wan’s
night shirt.

Never threaten the kit of an omega in their own homes.

Obi-Wan shakily pushed the Sith off himself and then crawled towards
the knights, closing the zabrak and bothan eyes before taking one of
the comms.

“Knight Ode?” Came a worried voice.

“Dead.” Obi-Wan rasped into the comm. “Please… send a team
over and… mmmn… a healer would be appreciated. The Sith lord
attacked me.” He hissed as he touched his bleeding midsection,
hearing the stunned silence before there was loud barking on the
other side of the comm.

Obi-Wan however dropped the comm and crawled over to where Jinn was
in the living room in the play pen, touching his cheek gently with
his clean hand before breathing out in pain as he reached for his
pair bonds, feeling both Padme and Anakin’s alarm.

Feeling a tickle down his neck, Obi-Wan reached to the back of his
head and brought forth bloody fingers, rubbing the slick fluid
between his fingers before breathing out. ‘That explains the
grogginess… I got a concussion.’ He thought wryly.

As the door slid opened to reveal Padme’s pale face as his alpha
rushed in, Obi-Wan wondered if he was ever going to be let out of
sight by his mates.

Most likely not he mused as Padme’s slender hands touched him with
concern.

()()()

Hands folded together, Padme stared at them for a long moment before
taking a breath and looking up at Master Koon. “I’m sorry, its
just… of all the things I expected, it was not to see my mate
bleeding on the floor near our son when I arrived.”

Plo lifted a bandaged hand into the air to wave it lightly. “No,
please Senator Amidala, I should have known better then to invade the
apartment with agitated alphas. There is nothing to apologize for.”
The kel dor soothed.

Inwardly Padme snorted, she had kriffing broken the mans hand when
he’d gotten close to provide aid!

Of course there was something to apologize for!

But Jedi were hard to get to accept such things, ingrained as it was
in them to let it all go to make for smooth negotiations.

Instead however she sighed and nodded, looking to Anakin who was
rocking Jinn, murmuring soft comfort to their son as several Jedi and
Judaical police were there to take stock of the crime scene.

Past that again was Obi-Wan in their bedroom, being tended to by a
healer, eyes open in slit to watch mates and kit since he was cleaned
up and healed.

It was the only reason she wasn’t in there with him.

She looked back to where two covered hover stretchers contained the
knights who had died and then past that again to where Palpatine was
still laying on the floor with the knife buried in his guts.

A vindictive kind of pleasure filled her at the sight.

No one touched an omegas kit and got away with it, not even kriffing
powerful Sith lords.

OOO EVIL. Freeforme, Cody is about to go under the knife? With the rest of the 212? So what is it going to be? Full recovery and happiness/angst/suicides? Partial recovery and memory loss (how much?)/physical impairment? Death?? And for how many?? So. Evil. And does ObiWan find out beforehand? or after? and who gets to spill the information to him… Care to alleviate some of this mighty angsty terror? Thank you Moddy!!

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Arms tight around Waxer, Obi-Wan stared at the man strapped to the
bed with a shaven patch of hair and a medical device placed to an
area that Obi-Wan faintly remembered Fives having back in the clone
wars.

Slowly he looked down the rows of bed to similar faces with the same
matching devices, all strapped down before he slowly looked to Padme.

The former Senator turned rebellion General stared back. “…First
guinea pig batch.” She whispered. “The less trained warriors the
Empire can use against us, the better and… the clones were good
people who deserved second chances. I didn’t want to just sign down
on their execution so this is what we’re doing, surgery to remove
the biochips in them.” She smiled slightly. “I’m… not all
certain about his lucidity and level of memory but… they all
survived the surgery. All surviving members of the 212th
are here, alive, de-chipped and had their aging process reversed so
they wont rapid grow like they did during the war.” She whispered.

Slowly Obi-Wan moved closer to the bed and then sat down on the chair
beside it, staring at Cody’s sleep slacked face. “…But he’s
no longer controlled by the chip?” He whispered.

“No… I waited to tell you to make sure he survived. He may have
some instabilities, so many years with the chip in his head
controlling him, taking his free will from him but… he’s here.
He’s here with you and Waxer and you two can be a family.” Padme
rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m not sure
how he’ll react though. That’s why they’re all strapped down…
are you going to wait here?” She questioned quietly.

“…I’ll wait as long as I need to. As long as Waxer can wait.”
Obi-Wan settled on quietly before looking up at her, eyes wet from
unshed tears. “But thank you Padme, you have no idea how much I’ve…
thank you for giving me back something I thought I could never have.”
He smiled a smile full of pain and joy at the same time as Waxer
yawned in his arms.

Envious but also joy at Obi-Wan’s more then likely conflicting
emotions of gratefulness, joy and pain, Padme squeezed his shoulder
one last time before stepping back and moving to speak with the
medics in charge as Obi-Wan settled Waxer to his shoulder and then
reached out with his free hand to hold Cody’s hand.

In the harsh light of the medbay, Obi-Wan slowly did what he had not
allowed himself back on Vader’s Fist, in dim or good light the few
times Cody had his helmet off.

There were a few wrinkles lined around Cody’s mouth and eyes, crow
feet. A few strands of gray around his ears with the same short
haired style (except for the shaven patch with the medical gear on
it) he had during the clone war. The scar covering left side from
forehead and around his eye had faded a bit more and the longer
Obi-Wan looked at it, the more it looked like it had almost had time
to heal.

Perhaps a bit on the thin side fat wise but he was well muscled still
from what Obi-Wan could tell through the blanket and medical shirt
the other was wearing and…

Breathing, alive, there and unchipped and ready to meet his son for
real.

Cody squeezed down on his hand and slowly looked along the rows of
bed of men who had served him faithfully, had become companions and
friends and had been turned into slaves.

Now they were free.

Obi-Wan took a sharp stuttering breath, tears rolling down his face
and into his beard and he swallowed heavily.

Force above, what had he done to earn this little miracle, this
blessing?

And then there was a little squeeze on his hand.

Eyes flying open from when Obi-Wan didn’t remember closing them, he
meet the lidded amber gaze of Cody who stared at him in return with a
tired expression before he repeated the squeeze. “…Riduur.” He
rasped out and Obi-Wan croaked out a little laugh, squeezing back.

“Cyare.” He returned, hiccuping quiet sobs as Waxer patted at his
wet bearded cheeks in worries and Cody stared at him from the bed.

It would be alright.

It could all finally be just a little alright.

‘Force I don’t ask for miracles or people to return from the
dead… but don’t take him from me now…’ Obi-Wan lifted the
others hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

OOO EVIL. Freeforme, Cody is about to go under the knife? With the rest of the 212? So what is it going to be? Full recovery and happiness/angst/suicides? Partial recovery and memory loss (how much?)/physical impairment? Death?? And for how many?? So. Evil. And does ObiWan find out beforehand? or after? and who gets to spill the information to him… Care to alleviate some of this mighty angsty terror? Thank you Moddy!!

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Arms tight around Waxer, Obi-Wan stared at the man strapped to the
bed with a shaven patch of hair and a medical device placed to an
area that Obi-Wan faintly remembered Fives having back in the clone
wars.

Slowly he looked down the rows of bed to similar faces with the same
matching devices, all strapped down before he slowly looked to Padme.

The former Senator turned rebellion General stared back. “…First
guinea pig batch.” She whispered. “The less trained warriors the
Empire can use against us, the better and… the clones were good
people who deserved second chances. I didn’t want to just sign down
on their execution so this is what we’re doing, surgery to remove
the biochips in them.” She smiled slightly. “I’m… not all
certain about his lucidity and level of memory but… they all
survived the surgery. All surviving members of the 212th
are here, alive, de-chipped and had their aging process reversed so
they wont rapid grow like they did during the war.” She whispered.

Slowly Obi-Wan moved closer to the bed and then sat down on the chair
beside it, staring at Cody’s sleep slacked face. “…But he’s
no longer controlled by the chip?” He whispered.

“No… I waited to tell you to make sure he survived. He may have
some instabilities, so many years with the chip in his head
controlling him, taking his free will from him but… he’s here.
He’s here with you and Waxer and you two can be a family.” Padme
rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m not sure
how he’ll react though. That’s why they’re all strapped down…
are you going to wait here?” She questioned quietly.

“…I’ll wait as long as I need to. As long as Waxer can wait.”
Obi-Wan settled on quietly before looking up at her, eyes wet from
unshed tears. “But thank you Padme, you have no idea how much I’ve…
thank you for giving me back something I thought I could never have.”
He smiled a smile full of pain and joy at the same time as Waxer
yawned in his arms.

Envious but also joy at Obi-Wan’s more then likely conflicting
emotions of gratefulness, joy and pain, Padme squeezed his shoulder
one last time before stepping back and moving to speak with the
medics in charge as Obi-Wan settled Waxer to his shoulder and then
reached out with his free hand to hold Cody’s hand.

In the harsh light of the medbay, Obi-Wan slowly did what he had not
allowed himself back on Vader’s Fist, in dim or good light the few
times Cody had his helmet off.

There were a few wrinkles lined around Cody’s mouth and eyes, crow
feet. A few strands of gray around his ears with the same short
haired style (except for the shaven patch with the medical gear on
it) he had during the clone war. The scar covering left side from
forehead and around his eye had faded a bit more and the longer
Obi-Wan looked at it, the more it looked like it had almost had time
to heal.

Perhaps a bit on the thin side fat wise but he was well muscled still
from what Obi-Wan could tell through the blanket and medical shirt
the other was wearing and…

Breathing, alive, there and unchipped and ready to meet his son for
real.

Cody squeezed down on his hand and slowly looked along the rows of
bed of men who had served him faithfully, had become companions and
friends and had been turned into slaves.

Now they were free.

Obi-Wan took a sharp stuttering breath, tears rolling down his face
and into his beard and he swallowed heavily.

Force above, what had he done to earn this little miracle, this
blessing?

And then there was a little squeeze on his hand.

Eyes flying open from when Obi-Wan didn’t remember closing them, he
meet the lidded amber gaze of Cody who stared at him in return with a
tired expression before he repeated the squeeze. “…Riduur.” He
rasped out and Obi-Wan croaked out a little laugh, squeezing back.

“Cyare.” He returned, hiccuping quiet sobs as Waxer patted at his
wet bearded cheeks in worries and Cody stared at him from the bed.

It would be alright.

It could all finally be just a little alright.

‘Force I don’t ask for miracles or people to return from the
dead… but don’t take him from me now…’ Obi-Wan lifted the
others hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

Good morning Moddy! I had an early am thought, and wonder… just how far will Vader go to protect his damaged brother, ObiWan, in the yourwords au? And who gets to find out this first? Palps? The Rebellion? (tells Bail what will happen to the next one to upset Obi?) Maybe one of the Moffs? Would it get to a ‘Hail Emperor Vader’ moment? Or ‘Hail Nightmare Vader’? (Curiosity killed the cat? MEOW)

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“Bail, what is wrong?” Mon blinked at the holo of her friend as
the man himself seemed pale even over the holo as he stared at his
own hands for a long moment. She hadn’t seen him this out of sorts
since the revelation of what Gerrera’s faction had done to Obi-Wan
had come out.

Her fellow Senator slowly looked up and stared at her for a long,
mute moment before speaking. “I just had another visitation from
Darth Vader.”

Mon’s blood went cold, worry for Bail itching through her even as
she heard the personnel around her go more quiet in an attempt to
listen in on the conversation.

“And?” She questioned quietly.

“…Mon who did you tell that Obi-Wan was staying out of the fight?
Who contacted Obi-Wan to demand he’d ‘get over’ being raped and
tortured by the Alliance rougher factions and fight for what was
‘right’?” Bail stared at her and she blinked at him before
frowning.

“Bai-”

“Because Darth Vader himself came marching into my office, broke my
door with the Force, choked my aid almost to death and threatened me
by the end of his lightsaber that the next time the Alliance contacts
Obi-Wan to demand he fight, Vader is personally hunting down every
last member and personally choke them to death slowly and steadily
until their eyes bulge out.” Bail stared at her. “And that’s
his own words, verbatim Mon. He won’t stand for anyone reaching out
to Obi-Wan to get him to fight… so who did you tell that Obi-Wan
was in the custody of Darth Vader that also knew of what happened to
Obi-Wan?”

Mon stared at Bail for a long moment, the only sounds in the tactical
room was the sound of machines. “…The entire Alliance leadership
knows Bail. I couldn’t keep such a thing a secret, that a Jedi was
alive and in the custody of the Emperor’s attack dog.” She
murmured.

Bail groaned and dropped his face in his hands, shoulders visibly
shaking. “Oh sweet Stars…” Bail whispered before the connection
abruptly cut out.

Mon swallowed heavily, wondering what the future would bring.

It was however abundantly clear that when it came to Obi-Wan Kenobi,
the Alliance would have to thread carefully because any threat,
imagined or real, towards the man would be handled both ruthlessly
and brutally by a dark clothed attack dog.

()()()

Settling the helmet down on the table and throwing his cape onto a
chair, Anakin carefully toed out of his shoes before crawling into
the bed beside Obi-Wan and drew the resting redhead against him.

The movement however woke him up and blinked sleepy eyes at him
before breaking into a small smile.

“Anakin.” He yawned and shifted up enough to press a kiss to the
others burn scarred cheek before settling back down again.

“Hello Obi-Wan.” Anakin murmured, gently stroking the others hair
in return with a pleased glow in his stomach at the others soft
little hum of pleasure, not to mention the kiss only moments before.
“Tired?”

“Mmmn, M7 really pushed me through therapy today. I feel exhausted
so I went to bed early.” The Jedi confessed quietly, eyes closed as
he slowly shifted his mech arm around the others waist to settle it
there.

Returning the favor, Anakin gently stroked at the small of the others
back when his arm settled around his waist. “I see. You had dinner
first right?”

Snorting quietly, Obi-Wan nodded into his chest with another yawn.
“Course I did. Dinner and a shower, promise.”

Pleased, Anakin pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Good.
Now go back to sleep. You’re clearly still exhausted.” He
murmured and grinned to himself when moments later Obi-Wan did just
that. ‘Well I did tell him to go back to sleep…’ He thought
bemusedly.

Good morning Moddy! I had an early am thought, and wonder… just how far will Vader go to protect his damaged brother, ObiWan, in the yourwords au? And who gets to find out this first? Palps? The Rebellion? (tells Bail what will happen to the next one to upset Obi?) Maybe one of the Moffs? Would it get to a ‘Hail Emperor Vader’ moment? Or ‘Hail Nightmare Vader’? (Curiosity killed the cat? MEOW)

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“Bail, what is wrong?” Mon blinked at the holo of her friend as
the man himself seemed pale even over the holo as he stared at his
own hands for a long moment. She hadn’t seen him this out of sorts
since the revelation of what Gerrera’s faction had done to Obi-Wan
had come out.

Her fellow Senator slowly looked up and stared at her for a long,
mute moment before speaking. “I just had another visitation from
Darth Vader.”

Mon’s blood went cold, worry for Bail itching through her even as
she heard the personnel around her go more quiet in an attempt to
listen in on the conversation.

“And?” She questioned quietly.

“…Mon who did you tell that Obi-Wan was staying out of the fight?
Who contacted Obi-Wan to demand he’d ‘get over’ being raped and
tortured by the Alliance rougher factions and fight for what was
‘right’?” Bail stared at her and she blinked at him before
frowning.

“Bai-”

“Because Darth Vader himself came marching into my office, broke my
door with the Force, choked my aid almost to death and threatened me
by the end of his lightsaber that the next time the Alliance contacts
Obi-Wan to demand he fight, Vader is personally hunting down every
last member and personally choke them to death slowly and steadily
until their eyes bulge out.” Bail stared at her. “And that’s
his own words, verbatim Mon. He won’t stand for anyone reaching out
to Obi-Wan to get him to fight… so who did you tell that Obi-Wan
was in the custody of Darth Vader that also knew of what happened to
Obi-Wan?”

Mon stared at Bail for a long moment, the only sounds in the tactical
room was the sound of machines. “…The entire Alliance leadership
knows Bail. I couldn’t keep such a thing a secret, that a Jedi was
alive and in the custody of the Emperor’s attack dog.” She
murmured.

Bail groaned and dropped his face in his hands, shoulders visibly
shaking. “Oh sweet Stars…” Bail whispered before the connection
abruptly cut out.

Mon swallowed heavily, wondering what the future would bring.

It was however abundantly clear that when it came to Obi-Wan Kenobi,
the Alliance would have to thread carefully because any threat,
imagined or real, towards the man would be handled both ruthlessly
and brutally by a dark clothed attack dog.

()()()

Settling the helmet down on the table and throwing his cape onto a
chair, Anakin carefully toed out of his shoes before crawling into
the bed beside Obi-Wan and drew the resting redhead against him.

The movement however woke him up and blinked sleepy eyes at him
before breaking into a small smile.

“Anakin.” He yawned and shifted up enough to press a kiss to the
others burn scarred cheek before settling back down again.

“Hello Obi-Wan.” Anakin murmured, gently stroking the others hair
in return with a pleased glow in his stomach at the others soft
little hum of pleasure, not to mention the kiss only moments before.
“Tired?”

“Mmmn, M7 really pushed me through therapy today. I feel exhausted
so I went to bed early.” The Jedi confessed quietly, eyes closed as
he slowly shifted his mech arm around the others waist to settle it
there.

Returning the favor, Anakin gently stroked at the small of the others
back when his arm settled around his waist. “I see. You had dinner
first right?”

Snorting quietly, Obi-Wan nodded into his chest with another yawn.
“Course I did. Dinner and a shower, promise.”

Pleased, Anakin pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Good.
Now go back to sleep. You’re clearly still exhausted.” He
murmured and grinned to himself when moments later Obi-Wan did just
that. ‘Well I did tell him to go back to sleep…’ He thought
bemusedly.

‘onlyone’? The entire temple knows how ObiWan reacted to the Zabrak knight, might some of the Council go on vacation now, perhaps an extended ‘hunting trip’? With of course a few (battalions of) clones? Because they need a ‘vacation’ as well? *snort* Run Maul and Savage! RUN

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Glancing about the room blearily for a few seconds, Obi-Wan finally
toddled over to Anakin and Ahsoka on the couch in his soft and worn
sleep pants and shirt with his hair mussed all over, crawled into the
blonds lap and nuzzled lightly at the alphas neck with a quiet little
purr when Anakin instantly welcomed him, tucking the omega into his
own body.

Three moments later, Obi-Wan was asleep in Anakin’s arms with his
face passed into the crook of the knights neck and shoulder with soft
puffs of air escaping him.

Ahsoka stared at them, eyes wide.

“Its a pack response.” Anakin murmured quietly, stroking the
sleep messy hair gently and rubbing down Obi-Wan’s spine. “He’s
tired, in his own nest with trusted pack members and therefor
vulnerable after the trauma he’s experienced. Its a way for his
mind to cope with the aftereffects by being safe and tired. Like I
said, he deals better with this then others as long as he gets the
support he needs which includes pack comforts.”

Nodding slowly at that, Ahsoka hesitated before reaching out and
rubbing her hand along Obi-Wan’s spine too, smiling when all that
caused was for Obi-Wan to melt more into Anakin’s body with a soft
sigh. “He’s done this before then?”

Anakin nodded. “It used to be Master Windu or Knight Vos who did
this until I got big enough to offer him the same level of comfort
and was able to take Obi-Wan’s weight in my lap. Omegas need to be
held after traumas or at least Obi-Wan does…” The blond went
thoughtful for a few seconds. “Not sure if other omegas are the
same since I only meet two others in my life but they seem to be from
what I heard.”

Frowning at that, Ahsoka hummed. “Need to be held?”

“Scent gland. Being held like this gets them close to the scent
glands, when you’re this drowsy you relay a lot on scent
recognition.” Anakin nosed at Obi-Wan’s temple, eminently pleased
by the level of trust shown his way by his former master. “And then
there’s the physical comfort and closeness at being held by someone
you trust.”

“Guess that makes sense.” She mused before settling against
Anakin’s side. “So I noticed there seemed to be a lack of council
members in the temple right now.” She started slowly.

“Yup.” Anakin’s tone was too light to be genuine and Ahsoka
gave him a long look.

“And when I tried to call up Master Plo, I got switched over to his
voice receiver…” She continued. “And I can only seem to find
Master Yoda and Master Fisto, the latter who is injured and therefor
isn’t suppose to leave the temple.” She pointed out.

Anakin stared at her for a long moment before resting his cheek on
Obi-Wan’s head. “Obi-Wan’s part of the Council too.”

Unimpressed painted brows rose high on the togruta alpha’s forehead
before she shook her head and sighed. “Just tell me, does it have
to do with what happened and with the little incident with Knight
Grell?”

Anakin’s lips puckered at the reminder before he nodded, a little
growl escaping him before he took a deep breath. He knew it wasn’t
Knight Grell’s fault for being yellow and black and he was grateful
the man informed them…still he was wishing he could be on the
Council’s little hunting team.

But Obi-Wan took precedence.

Comfort before revenge.

Rubbing his cheek against the soft strands of Obi-Wan’s sleep
mussed hair, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and tightened
his arms around the other man.

‘onlyone’? The entire temple knows how ObiWan reacted to the Zabrak knight, might some of the Council go on vacation now, perhaps an extended ‘hunting trip’? With of course a few (battalions of) clones? Because they need a ‘vacation’ as well? *snort* Run Maul and Savage! RUN

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Glancing about the room blearily for a few seconds, Obi-Wan finally
toddled over to Anakin and Ahsoka on the couch in his soft and worn
sleep pants and shirt with his hair mussed all over, crawled into the
blonds lap and nuzzled lightly at the alphas neck with a quiet little
purr when Anakin instantly welcomed him, tucking the omega into his
own body.

Three moments later, Obi-Wan was asleep in Anakin’s arms with his
face passed into the crook of the knights neck and shoulder with soft
puffs of air escaping him.

Ahsoka stared at them, eyes wide.

“Its a pack response.” Anakin murmured quietly, stroking the
sleep messy hair gently and rubbing down Obi-Wan’s spine. “He’s
tired, in his own nest with trusted pack members and therefor
vulnerable after the trauma he’s experienced. Its a way for his
mind to cope with the aftereffects by being safe and tired. Like I
said, he deals better with this then others as long as he gets the
support he needs which includes pack comforts.”

Nodding slowly at that, Ahsoka hesitated before reaching out and
rubbing her hand along Obi-Wan’s spine too, smiling when all that
caused was for Obi-Wan to melt more into Anakin’s body with a soft
sigh. “He’s done this before then?”

Anakin nodded. “It used to be Master Windu or Knight Vos who did
this until I got big enough to offer him the same level of comfort
and was able to take Obi-Wan’s weight in my lap. Omegas need to be
held after traumas or at least Obi-Wan does…” The blond went
thoughtful for a few seconds. “Not sure if other omegas are the
same since I only meet two others in my life but they seem to be from
what I heard.”

Frowning at that, Ahsoka hummed. “Need to be held?”

“Scent gland. Being held like this gets them close to the scent
glands, when you’re this drowsy you relay a lot on scent
recognition.” Anakin nosed at Obi-Wan’s temple, eminently pleased
by the level of trust shown his way by his former master. “And then
there’s the physical comfort and closeness at being held by someone
you trust.”

“Guess that makes sense.” She mused before settling against
Anakin’s side. “So I noticed there seemed to be a lack of council
members in the temple right now.” She started slowly.

“Yup.” Anakin’s tone was too light to be genuine and Ahsoka
gave him a long look.

“And when I tried to call up Master Plo, I got switched over to his
voice receiver…” She continued. “And I can only seem to find
Master Yoda and Master Fisto, the latter who is injured and therefor
isn’t suppose to leave the temple.” She pointed out.

Anakin stared at her for a long moment before resting his cheek on
Obi-Wan’s head. “Obi-Wan’s part of the Council too.”

Unimpressed painted brows rose high on the togruta alpha’s forehead
before she shook her head and sighed. “Just tell me, does it have
to do with what happened and with the little incident with Knight
Grell?”

Anakin’s lips puckered at the reminder before he nodded, a little
growl escaping him before he took a deep breath. He knew it wasn’t
Knight Grell’s fault for being yellow and black and he was grateful
the man informed them…still he was wishing he could be on the
Council’s little hunting team.

But Obi-Wan took precedence.

Comfort before revenge.

Rubbing his cheek against the soft strands of Obi-Wan’s sleep
mussed hair, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and tightened
his arms around the other man.

Soooo, ‘theforcegives’…what happens if Palps decides on a last ditch effort to get rid of the pesky Jedi and activates Order 66? Out-right failure? Partial failure? Dead clones from fighting Jedi/each other/the order? Angry clones tracking down the origin (thanks Cody!) and taking care of the problem? Complete ‘nope’ all around? WHAT HAPPENS?? Cue: suspense, terror, fluff?? Thank YOU

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“Commander Cody,
initiate order 66.” Palpatine murmured, face grim in the holo and
Cody was about to respond with a ‘yes sir’ when his entire being
seemed to grind to a halt.

Order 66…

That would…

No, no Cody couldn’t…

His entire being felt like it was on fire and his mind was screaming
at him from all directions or so it felt like.

“…Cody?” A gentle hand touched his elbow and he managed to
flicker his eyes to the concerned green ones meeting him.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Jedi.

General.

Traitor.

Omega.

Mate.

Mate, mate, mate, matematematematematemate!

“Commander initiate order 66!” The Chancellor barked, eyes wide
as it was clear that Cody was fighting it and Cody was not the only
one, every clone in hearing distance tense and spasming as Obi-Wan
stood there with his hand on his alpha’s elbow with wide worried
eyes as he reached for his own comms to call…someone…

Faintly Cody hoped he was calling Skywalker or Tano or the Jedi
Order, someone from the council…

“KILL THEM COMMANDER!” The man finally snarled and Cody felt
something in him snap, throwing the holocomm to the ground and
smashing it into two parts.

“NO!” The Commander snarled, Obi-Wan flinching beside him before
exposing his throat to the alpha.

He gave a small, almost frightened whine when Cody dragged the man
into his arms and buried his face into the redhead’s pale throat.
“No no no no no…never hurt you, never harming you. Not you, my
mate, my General, my Obi-Wan.” He rasped out, feeling something wet
coat the others neck though he wasn’t sure if it was tears or blood
or what.

A hesitant hand gently cupped the back of his head before another
stroked his hair slowly. “No… No you won’t. Not my Cody, not my
men.” Obi-Wan tried to assure, an awkward purr starting in his
throat as the rest of the 212th growled and twitched
around.

Cody just kept Obi-Wan trapped in the circle of his arm, face pressed
into his neck to breath in the scent of sweet of his mate, of cotton
and pears and sweetly blooming fresh flowers.

“…Cody? What’s going on?” Obi-Wan whispered and the Commander
slowly lifted his face up to meet the others eyes, watching how his
omega’s eyes went wide before reaching towards the clones nose.
“Cody you’re bleeding.”

Cody licked his lips then stared at the blood on Obi-Wan’s neck.
“…General… the Chancellor just tried to make us kill the
Jedi…”

()()()

It repeats with several clones.

The chancellor attempts to make them act against the Jedi they so
love and care for but more then that, against omegas who are sweet
and wonderful and no biochip can override the natural instincts of
the ancient instincts of the Alpha’s when confronted with harm
towards omegas considered pack.

Sheev Palpatine is subdued within a day, a combined force of Jedi and
clones bringing him down with Anakin Skywalker outright tackling the
man reveled to be a Sith and a traitor, the actual leader of the
Separatist.

And then Skywalker punches him until the man’s face looks like a
bloody piece of uncooked hamburger, snarling in rage while yelling
about keeping at Palpatine to keep his grubby hands away from
Anakin’s kits.

There’s something amazingly horrifying about a four month pregnant
omega doing a flying tackle and then punching the lights out of
another man.

“…I don’t know if I’m proud of horrified.” Obi-Wan noted
slowly while rewinding the clip of Anakin flying at the former
chancellor to rewatch it.

The blond just snorted, curled up in Padme’s lap, sporting a black
eye that had her fussing all over him along with his curved stomach
now clearly visible since he was only in the thin shift of his tunic.

Tilting his head, Obi-Wan considered the clip. “…Good form
though, I’ll give you that.”

Padme laughed quietly, shaking her head while rubbing Anakin’s
stomach tenderly. “Did you hear that he’s apparently no longer an
alpha? About a day after he was put in prison the scent just
disappeared from him.” She told them.

“…Fake scent?” Obi-Wan questioned in surprise. “It would
explain the chemical trail I could detect…” He mused.

Anakin just grumbled and tucked his face into Padme’s neck. “Less
talking, more petting.”

Over his head, Obi-Wan and Padme exchanged amused look even as
Obi-Wan tried not to feel exasperated as he felt Cody’s Force
presence prowling around outside the apartment.

But then again… if he was feeling a bit protective… who was
Obi-Wan to deny him.

Soooo, ‘theforcegives’…what happens if Palps decides on a last ditch effort to get rid of the pesky Jedi and activates Order 66? Out-right failure? Partial failure? Dead clones from fighting Jedi/each other/the order? Angry clones tracking down the origin (thanks Cody!) and taking care of the problem? Complete ‘nope’ all around? WHAT HAPPENS?? Cue: suspense, terror, fluff?? Thank YOU

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“Commander Cody,
initiate order 66.” Palpatine murmured, face grim in the holo and
Cody was about to respond with a ‘yes sir’ when his entire being
seemed to grind to a halt.

Order 66…

That would…

No, no Cody couldn’t…

His entire being felt like it was on fire and his mind was screaming
at him from all directions or so it felt like.

“…Cody?” A gentle hand touched his elbow and he managed to
flicker his eyes to the concerned green ones meeting him.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Jedi.

General.

Traitor.

Omega.

Mate.

Mate, mate, mate, matematematematematemate!

“Commander initiate order 66!” The Chancellor barked, eyes wide
as it was clear that Cody was fighting it and Cody was not the only
one, every clone in hearing distance tense and spasming as Obi-Wan
stood there with his hand on his alpha’s elbow with wide worried
eyes as he reached for his own comms to call…someone…

Faintly Cody hoped he was calling Skywalker or Tano or the Jedi
Order, someone from the council…

“KILL THEM COMMANDER!” The man finally snarled and Cody felt
something in him snap, throwing the holocomm to the ground and
smashing it into two parts.

“NO!” The Commander snarled, Obi-Wan flinching beside him before
exposing his throat to the alpha.

He gave a small, almost frightened whine when Cody dragged the man
into his arms and buried his face into the redhead’s pale throat.
“No no no no no…never hurt you, never harming you. Not you, my
mate, my General, my Obi-Wan.” He rasped out, feeling something wet
coat the others neck though he wasn’t sure if it was tears or blood
or what.

A hesitant hand gently cupped the back of his head before another
stroked his hair slowly. “No… No you won’t. Not my Cody, not my
men.” Obi-Wan tried to assure, an awkward purr starting in his
throat as the rest of the 212th growled and twitched
around.

Cody just kept Obi-Wan trapped in the circle of his arm, face pressed
into his neck to breath in the scent of sweet of his mate, of cotton
and pears and sweetly blooming fresh flowers.

“…Cody? What’s going on?” Obi-Wan whispered and the Commander
slowly lifted his face up to meet the others eyes, watching how his
omega’s eyes went wide before reaching towards the clones nose.
“Cody you’re bleeding.”

Cody licked his lips then stared at the blood on Obi-Wan’s neck.
“…General… the Chancellor just tried to make us kill the
Jedi…”

()()()

It repeats with several clones.

The chancellor attempts to make them act against the Jedi they so
love and care for but more then that, against omegas who are sweet
and wonderful and no biochip can override the natural instincts of
the ancient instincts of the Alpha’s when confronted with harm
towards omegas considered pack.

Sheev Palpatine is subdued within a day, a combined force of Jedi and
clones bringing him down with Anakin Skywalker outright tackling the
man reveled to be a Sith and a traitor, the actual leader of the
Separatist.

And then Skywalker punches him until the man’s face looks like a
bloody piece of uncooked hamburger, snarling in rage while yelling
about keeping at Palpatine to keep his grubby hands away from
Anakin’s kits.

There’s something amazingly horrifying about a four month pregnant
omega doing a flying tackle and then punching the lights out of
another man.

“…I don’t know if I’m proud of horrified.” Obi-Wan noted
slowly while rewinding the clip of Anakin flying at the former
chancellor to rewatch it.

The blond just snorted, curled up in Padme’s lap, sporting a black
eye that had her fussing all over him along with his curved stomach
now clearly visible since he was only in the thin shift of his tunic.

Tilting his head, Obi-Wan considered the clip. “…Good form
though, I’ll give you that.”

Padme laughed quietly, shaking her head while rubbing Anakin’s
stomach tenderly. “Did you hear that he’s apparently no longer an
alpha? About a day after he was put in prison the scent just
disappeared from him.” She told them.

“…Fake scent?” Obi-Wan questioned in surprise. “It would
explain the chemical trail I could detect…” He mused.

Anakin just grumbled and tucked his face into Padme’s neck. “Less
talking, more petting.”

Over his head, Obi-Wan and Padme exchanged amused look even as
Obi-Wan tried not to feel exasperated as he felt Cody’s Force
presence prowling around outside the apartment.

But then again… if he was feeling a bit protective… who was
Obi-Wan to deny him.