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in ‘freeforme’… while setting up the meeting does Vader tell Padme/Obi Wan how he just ‘happened’ to be at the right time and place to grab Obi Wan? Luck? Force? Rebel traitor? (slipped in because the same traitor could betray Vader’s KIDS!) I am veeerrry curious as to how this might have happened? Give? Please?

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Settling into the small shuttle with Waxer strapped to his chest,
Obi-Wan watched Vader order the troopers around with a tight
expression on his face.

For once the helmet was left behind and he was actually wearing an
outfit very similar to his old Jedi outfit.

‘An attempt to look nonthreatening for the twins most likely…’
Obi-Wan would guess. Dark brown leggings and boots with a black tunic
over what looked like a red undershirt and a red brownish belt that
held the mans saber.

It was honestly a rather handsome outfit and left Obi-Wan feeling
rather bare and under-dressed in his own outfit of brown leggings and
slippers combined with a thin blue shirt over that.

Vader seemed to realize that suddenly because he grabbed a man
Obi-Wan had called the Sith call Piett and said something to him,
both glancing in Obi-Wan’s direction before the Admiral nodded and
left.

When he returned he had a coat in hand, a pair of boots and luckily
some warm socks that he handed off to Obi-Wan. “Put those on
please, you’re going to be cold if not.” The Admiral murmured
before glancing over to Vader and lowering his voice quickly. “And
don’t do anything stupid, Lord Vader won’t hurt you and this crew
is loyal to him but the Emperor has his own agenda. Just listen to
the Lord and nothing bad will happen.” He stepped back before
Obi-Wan could respond.

Blinking after the man Obi-Wan carefully slipped his feet out of the
slippers and into the socks then the boots with a relieved noise. He
hadn’t looked forward to walking around on foliage or potentially
wet ground or gravel on slippers and the boots would keep him dry and
protect his feet.

As he slipped on his coat, Waxer snuffled into his chest and seemed
to wake as he whimpered at him.

“Its okay baby, give me a few moments.” Obi-Wan crooned and
shifted his new coat around the baby to give him shade.

There wasn’t really much he could do at the moment and he counted
himself lucky that Waxer didn’t seem hungry or wet. Changing the
baby now was not an option.

There was a thump and Obi-Wan looked up to see Vader enter and find
his own seat, the Sith watching him with a focus that some might have
found intimidating.

Obi-Wan just found it familiar as he peered back at him.

“…I’m curious, how did you find me? I was hiding very well on
Tatooine, a place you would never think to search or so I thought.”
He murmured quietly.

The Sith crossed his arms over his chest as a single trooper joined
them, heading to the front to take the cockpit. “… You went for
medical attention. You were recognized even if you didn’t use your
original name and the informant that noticed you stuck around to hear
when you were suppose to come back for a secondary checkup
appointment.” He offered with his lips pressed together.

“Medical atte-oh… Waxer was sick.” Obi-Wan sighed with
understanding.

If it had just been himself then he would never had gone but Waxer
had contracted a form for pox, the fever had gotten scarily high and
had sent Obi-Wan running to the medic for help.

“…The informant didn’t say that. Only that it was you.” Vader
stared at him for a long moment then flickered his eyes down at the
top of Waxer’s head. “…Was he alright?”

“A…high fever from a local pox on Tatooine. It made me worried
but the medicine took care of it all happily.” Obi-Wan shifted his
attention to the doors as they were sliding shut and got one, last
glimpse of Cody.

And then it was just him, the pilot, Waxer and Vader on a small
shuttle on his way to meet with Padme.

in ‘freeforme’… while setting up the meeting does Vader tell Padme/Obi Wan how he just ‘happened’ to be at the right time and place to grab Obi Wan? Luck? Force? Rebel traitor? (slipped in because the same traitor could betray Vader’s KIDS!) I am veeerrry curious as to how this might have happened? Give? Please?

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Settling into the small shuttle with Waxer strapped to his chest,
Obi-Wan watched Vader order the troopers around with a tight
expression on his face.

For once the helmet was left behind and he was actually wearing an
outfit very similar to his old Jedi outfit.

‘An attempt to look nonthreatening for the twins most likely…’
Obi-Wan would guess. Dark brown leggings and boots with a black tunic
over what looked like a red undershirt and a red brownish belt that
held the mans saber.

It was honestly a rather handsome outfit and left Obi-Wan feeling
rather bare and under-dressed in his own outfit of brown leggings and
slippers combined with a thin blue shirt over that.

Vader seemed to realize that suddenly because he grabbed a man
Obi-Wan had called the Sith call Piett and said something to him,
both glancing in Obi-Wan’s direction before the Admiral nodded and
left.

When he returned he had a coat in hand, a pair of boots and luckily
some warm socks that he handed off to Obi-Wan. “Put those on
please, you’re going to be cold if not.” The Admiral murmured
before glancing over to Vader and lowering his voice quickly. “And
don’t do anything stupid, Lord Vader won’t hurt you and this crew
is loyal to him but the Emperor has his own agenda. Just listen to
the Lord and nothing bad will happen.” He stepped back before
Obi-Wan could respond.

Blinking after the man Obi-Wan carefully slipped his feet out of the
slippers and into the socks then the boots with a relieved noise. He
hadn’t looked forward to walking around on foliage or potentially
wet ground or gravel on slippers and the boots would keep him dry and
protect his feet.

As he slipped on his coat, Waxer snuffled into his chest and seemed
to wake as he whimpered at him.

“Its okay baby, give me a few moments.” Obi-Wan crooned and
shifted his new coat around the baby to give him shade.

There wasn’t really much he could do at the moment and he counted
himself lucky that Waxer didn’t seem hungry or wet. Changing the
baby now was not an option.

There was a thump and Obi-Wan looked up to see Vader enter and find
his own seat, the Sith watching him with a focus that some might have
found intimidating.

Obi-Wan just found it familiar as he peered back at him.

“…I’m curious, how did you find me? I was hiding very well on
Tatooine, a place you would never think to search or so I thought.”
He murmured quietly.

The Sith crossed his arms over his chest as a single trooper joined
them, heading to the front to take the cockpit. “… You went for
medical attention. You were recognized even if you didn’t use your
original name and the informant that noticed you stuck around to hear
when you were suppose to come back for a secondary checkup
appointment.” He offered with his lips pressed together.

“Medical atte-oh… Waxer was sick.” Obi-Wan sighed with
understanding.

If it had just been himself then he would never had gone but Waxer
had contracted a form for pox, the fever had gotten scarily high and
had sent Obi-Wan running to the medic for help.

“…The informant didn’t say that. Only that it was you.” Vader
stared at him for a long moment then flickered his eyes down at the
top of Waxer’s head. “…Was he alright?”

“A…high fever from a local pox on Tatooine. It made me worried
but the medicine took care of it all happily.” Obi-Wan shifted his
attention to the doors as they were sliding shut and got one, last
glimpse of Cody.

And then it was just him, the pilot, Waxer and Vader on a small
shuttle on his way to meet with Padme.

good morning! may I request a bit more for HusbandofOurs? Might it be time for the aforementioned ‘bonding exercise’? Goodbye Sideous, hello Empress? Maybe after Emperor Palpatine shows Corescant what he REALLY is?? On live holo? And Anakin and Padme ‘in all due horror’ (snerk) rescue the empire/republic from the vile ickyness? (ooooo, sithy betrayal at its’ best!!) please?

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What they wanted to do was to cut the bastard’s head off and
leave it for crow feed on a pike.

What they wanted to do was to pay him in kind for what the man had
done to their Jedi husband.

What they wanted to do was brutal and dangerous…

It would throw everything into pandemonium.

So they didn’t do it.

Padme, despite the rage contained in her slender form, let her
mind cool as Obi-Wan breathed beneath their touch, unsteady but alive
and warm and Anakin let her coolness infect his molten rage to harden
it.

They temper their rage and make a new plan.

Frankly what they do compared to what they want is merciful.

Just two drops of poison in a cup of tea and merciful compared to
the torture Padme had been planning and Anakin was fully ready to
follow his wife with.

After all, Palpatine dies in his sleep, an old man and Emperor
with all his comforts and that is mercy from another Sith lord.

Then comes the tricky part, the part where Anakin slices into
every computer the Sith Lord owns, yellow eyes flickering over the
screen and every keystroke vital to their plan as Padme takes her out
most pleasure in disposing of Mas Amedda.

Its not a grudge, just necessity that drives it.

The man came on the scene at the wrong moment as Anakin worked the
information in the Chancellor’s office.

If Padme decides to have a bit of fun… well that is up to her to
vent some justified frustration.

()()()

Sharing a smirk, Padme and Anakin continued leading their husband
to the dais, settling him on the throne as the ginger threw them
unsure looks.

“This…this can’t be right.” Obi-Wan finally settled on,
looking from husband to wife.

“We may have changed his words a bit.” Anakin confessed before
settling a hand on his husband’s shoulder. “But who better to
take his place then you, Emperor Kenobi?” He smiled gently at his
husband.

Padme moved around and took Obi-Wan’s hand, pressing a tender
kiss to the back of it which left behind a lip print of her dark
purple lipstick. “Who will the Rebels listen to? Who will have the
people in mind? Who better suited to sit there then you who saw what
war did to everyone?” She joined.

Obi-Wan frown grew, the silver circlet keeping his hair back
catching the light.

All of Obi-Wan was light from the cream white robe they had suited
him in to the pure white leather boots to his very being, fetching in
the dark room and drawing the gaze of anyone in it.

Especially compared to his wife and his husband, dressed as they
were in black and silver with sabers hanging proudly at their hips.

Obi-Wan blinked at her. “But… you were a Queen and a senator.”
He argued weakly and Padme hummed in agreement at that.

“Indeed and I’ll be by your side, an Emperor needs both and
Empress and a Grand Vizier at his side.” She chuckled softly.

“And an Imperial bodyguard and General.” Anakin joined, their
roles already clear and defined.

As Obi-Wan hesitated, still waffling, Anakin and Padme shared
smiles over his head, already knowing the outcome.

They knew Obi-Wan would accept for the people, for what was left
of the Republic and knew that the wolves and the sharks of the Empire
would start circling for blood the moment he did.

There was a reason both Padme and Anakin would remain so close and
it would not be for pleasure alone.

Yellow eyes flashed and Padme’s smile transformed to a smirk as
Obi-Wan gave a little sigh of surrender.

“Long live Emperor Kenobi.” Anakin murmured fondly and leaned
down, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek

good morning! may I request a bit more for HusbandofOurs? Might it be time for the aforementioned ‘bonding exercise’? Goodbye Sideous, hello Empress? Maybe after Emperor Palpatine shows Corescant what he REALLY is?? On live holo? And Anakin and Padme ‘in all due horror’ (snerk) rescue the empire/republic from the vile ickyness? (ooooo, sithy betrayal at its’ best!!) please?

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What they wanted to do was to cut the bastard’s head off and
leave it for crow feed on a pike.

What they wanted to do was to pay him in kind for what the man had
done to their Jedi husband.

What they wanted to do was brutal and dangerous…

It would throw everything into pandemonium.

So they didn’t do it.

Padme, despite the rage contained in her slender form, let her
mind cool as Obi-Wan breathed beneath their touch, unsteady but alive
and warm and Anakin let her coolness infect his molten rage to harden
it.

They temper their rage and make a new plan.

Frankly what they do compared to what they want is merciful.

Just two drops of poison in a cup of tea and merciful compared to
the torture Padme had been planning and Anakin was fully ready to
follow his wife with.

After all, Palpatine dies in his sleep, an old man and Emperor
with all his comforts and that is mercy from another Sith lord.

Then comes the tricky part, the part where Anakin slices into
every computer the Sith Lord owns, yellow eyes flickering over the
screen and every keystroke vital to their plan as Padme takes her out
most pleasure in disposing of Mas Amedda.

Its not a grudge, just necessity that drives it.

The man came on the scene at the wrong moment as Anakin worked the
information in the Chancellor’s office.

If Padme decides to have a bit of fun… well that is up to her to
vent some justified frustration.

()()()

Sharing a smirk, Padme and Anakin continued leading their husband
to the dais, settling him on the throne as the ginger threw them
unsure looks.

“This…this can’t be right.” Obi-Wan finally settled on,
looking from husband to wife.

“We may have changed his words a bit.” Anakin confessed before
settling a hand on his husband’s shoulder. “But who better to
take his place then you, Emperor Kenobi?” He smiled gently at his
husband.

Padme moved around and took Obi-Wan’s hand, pressing a tender
kiss to the back of it which left behind a lip print of her dark
purple lipstick. “Who will the Rebels listen to? Who will have the
people in mind? Who better suited to sit there then you who saw what
war did to everyone?” She joined.

Obi-Wan frown grew, the silver circlet keeping his hair back
catching the light.

All of Obi-Wan was light from the cream white robe they had suited
him in to the pure white leather boots to his very being, fetching in
the dark room and drawing the gaze of anyone in it.

Especially compared to his wife and his husband, dressed as they
were in black and silver with sabers hanging proudly at their hips.

Obi-Wan blinked at her. “But… you were a Queen and a senator.”
He argued weakly and Padme hummed in agreement at that.

“Indeed and I’ll be by your side, an Emperor needs both and
Empress and a Grand Vizier at his side.” She chuckled softly.

“And an Imperial bodyguard and General.” Anakin joined, their
roles already clear and defined.

As Obi-Wan hesitated, still waffling, Anakin and Padme shared
smiles over his head, already knowing the outcome.

They knew Obi-Wan would accept for the people, for what was left
of the Republic and knew that the wolves and the sharks of the Empire
would start circling for blood the moment he did.

There was a reason both Padme and Anakin would remain so close and
it would not be for pleasure alone.

Yellow eyes flashed and Padme’s smile transformed to a smirk as
Obi-Wan gave a little sigh of surrender.

“Long live Emperor Kenobi.” Anakin murmured fondly and leaned
down, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek

Not sure if you want to go back there, but ForceSurprise with Ruins Researcher ObiWan hasn’t had any love lately… Maybe with the declaration of war (flower bouquet from the Chancellor) Obi sets up Palps to expose him as the Sith? TAKE THAT FOR UNDERESTIMATING AN OMEGA YAH JERK!! Cause don’t even TRY to threaten a Balanced Force user and his child and no you can’t have her Yoda, cause you a twit as well :p

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“It was very foolish of you to take my babe from me.” Obi-Wan
said calmly as he entered the office, staring at Palpatine. “I was
actually becoming fond of you.”

Mas Amedda glanced between the omega and the beta before suddenly
making himself scarce.

Tilting his head and setting his elbows on his desk and stapling his
fingers together, Sheev raised a brow. “Me? I assu-”

“Please don’t demean us both by lying straight to my face.”
Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Where is she?”

The chancellor narrowed his eyes over the tips of his stapled
fingers.

Then he shrugged and reached below the desk, picking up the infant
who continued sweetly sleeping. He stood and moved around the desk,
rocking the child carefully. “I do wish you hadn’t come here, I
will have to deal with you now if I want to keep your child as an
apprentice.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gave a low hum “You
intend to dispose of me… but you forget that I knew who you were,
the Jedi now also know it now.” He shifted a bit to the side and
let the team of Jedi into the room, smiling a bit when he saw
Anakin’s narrowed, angry eyes.

Settling the child down on one of the plush chair, Palpatine growled
quietly. “That is most unfortunate indeed… I didn’t think you’d
actually inform them.”

“I am neither Sith nor Jedi.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders again.
“I don’t belong to light or dark and neither can exist without
the other. Jedi and Sith are just titles in my eyes and there can be
no light or dark without each other.” He tilted his head with his
eyes falling down to the chair and his expression hardened. “But
you took something of mine and that is a transgression beyond the
balance I uphold.”

Obi-Wan raised narrowed eyes at the Sith for a few seconds before
dropping them again, the colors of the galaxy swirling through them.

Stepping aside again, Obi-Wan allowed the battle to engage while
keeping an eye on his mewling and whimpering baby, only jerking a bit
when Anakin got a saber buried in his guts and all the Jedi fell
injured and even dead in some cases.

Weakened, pained, still so fresh from the birth of his daughter.

Anakin despaired because Sheev’s victory was almost assured and
there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Well, I may have to flee, but there are other chances for galactic
power, especially with such an apprentice as your child will become.”
The Sith sneered.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. “I am molting lava bursting from the crust
of the earth.” He straightened, seemed suddenly taller and bigger.
“I am lighting on a cloudless day.” His voice grew and Palpatine
was hissing as Obi-Wan’s aura grew with power and colors, reaching
out into every spot of the Senate. “I am the eye of the hurricane.”
Wind seemed to fill the halls and Anakin felt like air was being
pulled from his lungs. “I am balance.”

He moved with such speed that Anakin, nor any of the other Jedi could
follow it.

He had expected violence.

Obi-Wan did nothing of the sort.

The world felt frozen as he rested two fingers against the
Chancellor’s forehead. “And you Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious,
Supreme Chancellor and Hydra’s head of the Confederate of
Independent Systems, are not.”

Palpatine froze and then he collapsed to the floor as Obi-Wan turned
and moved to the chair where Satine was still laying safely, smiling
softly as he picked her up. “There you are, you’re going to drive
me to all worries aren’t you?” He whispered before moving towards
the still frozen Jedi, heading towards his potential mate.

Obi-Wan knelt by Anakin’s side, his eyes still shifting colors as
he did. “I am water from the wellspring.” He whispered, voice so
soft as he rested his hand on Anakin’s stomach first while holding
Satine. “I am the blooming flower in the sunlight.” His hands
glowed and the alpha could feel healing Force gently prod at his
injuries before sealing and healing in an accelerated speed. “I am
a breeze on summer days.” Obi-Wan seemed to grow smaller, pull back
into himself. “I am balance.”

His eyes were still changing colors and he stroked Anakin’s cheek
before he leaned in as his healing had finished what it could,
putting his lips to the others ear. “The Jedi are not very
accepting of the dark, they will want to confine me since they will consider me dark for this. I can’t allow
that. When you all wake up again, I’ll be long gone but come find
me. You’ll know where when I’m ready. Palpatine will no longer be a problem… after all, a Sith is only dangerous as long as he can use the Force, which Palpatine no longer can.” He pressed a soft kiss
to his alpha’s cheek before getting up and moving out of the
Chancellor’s office at a sedate pace, Satine’s soft mewling
filling the air until the door shut behind him.

Anakin finally passed out.

Not sure if you want to go back there, but ForceSurprise with Ruins Researcher ObiWan hasn’t had any love lately… Maybe with the declaration of war (flower bouquet from the Chancellor) Obi sets up Palps to expose him as the Sith? TAKE THAT FOR UNDERESTIMATING AN OMEGA YAH JERK!! Cause don’t even TRY to threaten a Balanced Force user and his child and no you can’t have her Yoda, cause you a twit as well :p

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“It was very foolish of you to take my babe from me.” Obi-Wan
said calmly as he entered the office, staring at Palpatine. “I was
actually becoming fond of you.”

Mas Amedda glanced between the omega and the beta before suddenly
making himself scarce.

Tilting his head and setting his elbows on his desk and stapling his
fingers together, Sheev raised a brow. “Me? I assu-”

“Please don’t demean us both by lying straight to my face.”
Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Where is she?”

The chancellor narrowed his eyes over the tips of his stapled
fingers.

Then he shrugged and reached below the desk, picking up the infant
who continued sweetly sleeping. He stood and moved around the desk,
rocking the child carefully. “I do wish you hadn’t come here, I
will have to deal with you now if I want to keep your child as an
apprentice.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gave a low hum “You
intend to dispose of me… but you forget that I knew who you were,
the Jedi now also know it now.” He shifted a bit to the side and
let the team of Jedi into the room, smiling a bit when he saw
Anakin’s narrowed, angry eyes.

Settling the child down on one of the plush chair, Palpatine growled
quietly. “That is most unfortunate indeed… I didn’t think you’d
actually inform them.”

“I am neither Sith nor Jedi.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders again.
“I don’t belong to light or dark and neither can exist without
the other. Jedi and Sith are just titles in my eyes and there can be
no light or dark without each other.” He tilted his head with his
eyes falling down to the chair and his expression hardened. “But
you took something of mine and that is a transgression beyond the
balance I uphold.”

Obi-Wan raised narrowed eyes at the Sith for a few seconds before
dropping them again, the colors of the galaxy swirling through them.

Stepping aside again, Obi-Wan allowed the battle to engage while
keeping an eye on his mewling and whimpering baby, only jerking a bit
when Anakin got a saber buried in his guts and all the Jedi fell
injured and even dead in some cases.

Weakened, pained, still so fresh from the birth of his daughter.

Anakin despaired because Sheev’s victory was almost assured and
there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Well, I may have to flee, but there are other chances for galactic
power, especially with such an apprentice as your child will become.”
The Sith sneered.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. “I am molting lava bursting from the crust
of the earth.” He straightened, seemed suddenly taller and bigger.
“I am lighting on a cloudless day.” His voice grew and Palpatine
was hissing as Obi-Wan’s aura grew with power and colors, reaching
out into every spot of the Senate. “I am the eye of the hurricane.”
Wind seemed to fill the halls and Anakin felt like air was being
pulled from his lungs. “I am balance.”

He moved with such speed that Anakin, nor any of the other Jedi could
follow it.

He had expected violence.

Obi-Wan did nothing of the sort.

The world felt frozen as he rested two fingers against the
Chancellor’s forehead. “And you Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious,
Supreme Chancellor and Hydra’s head of the Confederate of
Independent Systems, are not.”

Palpatine froze and then he collapsed to the floor as Obi-Wan turned
and moved to the chair where Satine was still laying safely, smiling
softly as he picked her up. “There you are, you’re going to drive
me to all worries aren’t you?” He whispered before moving towards
the still frozen Jedi, heading towards his potential mate.

Obi-Wan knelt by Anakin’s side, his eyes still shifting colors as
he did. “I am water from the wellspring.” He whispered, voice so
soft as he rested his hand on Anakin’s stomach first while holding
Satine. “I am the blooming flower in the sunlight.” His hands
glowed and the alpha could feel healing Force gently prod at his
injuries before sealing and healing in an accelerated speed. “I am
a breeze on summer days.” Obi-Wan seemed to grow smaller, pull back
into himself. “I am balance.”

His eyes were still changing colors and he stroked Anakin’s cheek
before he leaned in as his healing had finished what it could,
putting his lips to the others ear. “The Jedi are not very
accepting of the dark, they will want to confine me since they will consider me dark for this. I can’t allow
that. When you all wake up again, I’ll be long gone but come find
me. You’ll know where when I’m ready. Palpatine will no longer be a problem… after all, a Sith is only dangerous as long as he can use the Force, which Palpatine no longer can.” He pressed a soft kiss
to his alpha’s cheek before getting up and moving out of the
Chancellor’s office at a sedate pace, Satine’s soft mewling
filling the air until the door shut behind him.

Anakin finally passed out.

Jaw. Dropped. Yourwords au, the Resistance TORTURES???!!! ObiWan???!!! With that list of inflicted injury there must be a fair bit of internal injury. Dehydration alone… plus infection in the gum line can lead to heart issues; maybe a systemic sepsis, either blood or bone, from the hatchet jobs on the limbs… And flushing a long term Force suppressant out of the body, Vader had better be there when the Force rush hits… Poor ObiWan!!!! help him please!!!

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Waking up is a slow and numb
experience.

He doesn’t expect to be alive
but he is as he opens his eyes to a sterile room, the hum of ships
engine and smell of bacta in the air.

For a moment Obi-Wan wonders if
everything has been a dream.

And then the black mask comes
into view and he knows it wasn’t.

He wants to jerk away, to cry out
but all that escapes him is a piteous little whimper as he
desperately tries to crawl away to protect himself against someone he
loved with all his broken, shattered heart.

Obi-Wan doesn’t have the energy
to do anything more then to whimper despite wanting to do
so much more.

And then a gloved hand touched
his face gently. “Be calm Obi-Wan.”

The hiss is mechanical is
not calming and obviously Vader realizes this as he reaches up and to
Obi-Wan’s astounding,
removes the helmet.

Obi-Wan expects…

He’s not sure what he expects.

But not what he is shown.

Its Anakin’s face.

A bald Anakin but still fully
Anakin’s face, slightly pink with several burn like scars on his
face. He even has some
faint eyebrows!

The question must be plain on his
face before Vader opens his mouth. “Countless surgeries, Sidious
spared nothing to fix me.” He removed his right glove and showed
him a flesh hand, one Obi-Wan is sure that he cut off that fateful
day on Mustafar. “Cloned limbs.” He murmured before settling on
the medical bedside.

He lifted his other hand and
wiggled those fingers. “This one is still mechanical though, too
old to be replaced.”
He smiled bitterly.

Obi-Wan stared at him.

“…How
drugged up am I?” He whispered out finally, voice rough and broken.

“Very. You’re in… you’re
in a terrible condition Obi-Wan.” Vader
reached out and brushed his ungloved fingertips over Obi-Wan’s
cheek, feeling the dirty beard against the
skin.

Swallowing heavily, Obi-Wan felt
tears start to roll from his remaining eye.

Watching him, Vader continued to
gently brush his fingertips over the skin. “…Obi-Wan, the medic
found rectal scarring… was that part of your torture?” He
questioned carefully, wanted
to know how bad the Rebellion really was.

Obi-Wan swallowed then gave a
little shake. “No, not…sanctioned at least… there are scum on
every side and I
couldn’t…fight it…”
He sighed and swallowed
heavily. “What’s gonna
happen to me?” He cracked out.

“You’re
not exactly any kind of threat right now.” Vader offered dryly.
“You’re coming home with me and I’ll see to your recovery.”

The redhead stared up at him.
“…I thought you hated me.” He whispered, his voice a statement.

Resting his hand on the others
cheek, Vader sighed. “…Its hard to hate someone in this state and
there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

The two stared at each other.

Vader’s eyes flashed a bit.
“Beside… you wouldn’t betray me to them… how can I not repay
the favor?”

“And Sidious?”

“Can suck my burnt cock if he
has anything to say.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help it, he
let out a gasp of a laugh that quickly turned to tears.

Vader let him cry, not for the
first time wondering how everything went so wrong.

Jaw. Dropped. Yourwords au, the Resistance TORTURES???!!! ObiWan???!!! With that list of inflicted injury there must be a fair bit of internal injury. Dehydration alone… plus infection in the gum line can lead to heart issues; maybe a systemic sepsis, either blood or bone, from the hatchet jobs on the limbs… And flushing a long term Force suppressant out of the body, Vader had better be there when the Force rush hits… Poor ObiWan!!!! help him please!!!

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Waking up is a slow and numb
experience.

He doesn’t expect to be alive
but he is as he opens his eyes to a sterile room, the hum of ships
engine and smell of bacta in the air.

For a moment Obi-Wan wonders if
everything has been a dream.

And then the black mask comes
into view and he knows it wasn’t.

He wants to jerk away, to cry out
but all that escapes him is a piteous little whimper as he
desperately tries to crawl away to protect himself against someone he
loved with all his broken, shattered heart.

Obi-Wan doesn’t have the energy
to do anything more then to whimper despite wanting to do
so much more.

And then a gloved hand touched
his face gently. “Be calm Obi-Wan.”

The hiss is mechanical is
not calming and obviously Vader realizes this as he reaches up and to
Obi-Wan’s astounding,
removes the helmet.

Obi-Wan expects…

He’s not sure what he expects.

But not what he is shown.

Its Anakin’s face.

A bald Anakin but still fully
Anakin’s face, slightly pink with several burn like scars on his
face. He even has some
faint eyebrows!

The question must be plain on his
face before Vader opens his mouth. “Countless surgeries, Sidious
spared nothing to fix me.” He removed his right glove and showed
him a flesh hand, one Obi-Wan is sure that he cut off that fateful
day on Mustafar. “Cloned limbs.” He murmured before settling on
the medical bedside.

He lifted his other hand and
wiggled those fingers. “This one is still mechanical though, too
old to be replaced.”
He smiled bitterly.

Obi-Wan stared at him.

“…How
drugged up am I?” He whispered out finally, voice rough and broken.

“Very. You’re in… you’re
in a terrible condition Obi-Wan.” Vader
reached out and brushed his ungloved fingertips over Obi-Wan’s
cheek, feeling the dirty beard against the
skin.

Swallowing heavily, Obi-Wan felt
tears start to roll from his remaining eye.

Watching him, Vader continued to
gently brush his fingertips over the skin. “…Obi-Wan, the medic
found rectal scarring… was that part of your torture?” He
questioned carefully, wanted
to know how bad the Rebellion really was.

Obi-Wan swallowed then gave a
little shake. “No, not…sanctioned at least… there are scum on
every side and I
couldn’t…fight it…”
He sighed and swallowed
heavily. “What’s gonna
happen to me?” He cracked out.

“You’re
not exactly any kind of threat right now.” Vader offered dryly.
“You’re coming home with me and I’ll see to your recovery.”

The redhead stared up at him.
“…I thought you hated me.” He whispered, his voice a statement.

Resting his hand on the others
cheek, Vader sighed. “…Its hard to hate someone in this state and
there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

The two stared at each other.

Vader’s eyes flashed a bit.
“Beside… you wouldn’t betray me to them… how can I not repay
the favor?”

“And Sidious?”

“Can suck my burnt cock if he
has anything to say.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help it, he
let out a gasp of a laugh that quickly turned to tears.

Vader let him cry, not for the
first time wondering how everything went so wrong.

OOOoooo… HusbandofOurs, that seems like a suspiciously timely moment for the collar to deactivate… Might the subtle hand of Sidious be involved? Enough to have Padme and Anakin take care of that creepy little problem? All HAIL the Empress!

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Sitting beside Obi-Wan’s bed, Anakin rolled the defect collar in
his hands, frowning at it.

There was no reason why it should have short-circuited.  

Anakin had checked it out every three days to ensure that it wouldn’t
stop working for both theirs and Obi-Wan’s safety.

For it to stop working like so…

‘Tampering?’ He looked at Obi-Wan, reaching out to stroke the
none responsive Jedi’s hair back from his face as he examined the
other with the Force before settling back when nothing except came up
wrong.

Padme would never do anything that would actively hurt Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had tried to remove the collar but it had been clear that
Obi-Wan had been occupied with lunch when the collar had stopped
working and it bore no tampering mark which meant…

‘Which meant the Force had been applied to tamper with it.’ His
frown darkened.

“Love?” Padme settled down beside him, one hand on his nape and
the other resting on Obi-Wan’s cool hand, stroking the pale fingers
with her own. “You look troubled, credit for your thoughts?”

Anakin lips quirked faintly. “I think my thoughts are worth more
then that…” Then he sighed and turned to her, holding up the
defect collar. “It was a mighty fine time for the collar to stop
working, despite me checking it at least every three days as long as
I was on Coruscant. Almost suspiciously coincidental wouldn’t you
say?”

Raising her brows slowly, Padme tilted her head. “You suspect foul
play.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. And outside of you and me, only one other Force sensitive
being knew Obi-Wan was here.”

Padme’s eyes flashed amber at that. “You think…”

“What better way to get Obi-Wan out of the way then to let the
sudden shock of the death of the Order do it?” Anakin bared his
teeth. “Because Obi-Wan would have left marks on the collar if it
was him, just like those first few months. Yet its whole and fine.
Force tampering would be required.”

Padme trembled a bit with rage and then she shot to her feet,
snarling as she sent a chair crashing into the wall with a sweep of
her hand.

The blond only watched her before settling the collar aside. “He
did this to our Obi-Wan.”

“He’s going to die.” Padme hissed, hands curling and uncurling
as if she was imagining wrapping around the Emperors throat.

“We still need him.” Anakin growled in return.

“I don’t need him to rule!” Padme turned on her husband,
snarling even as Anakin stood and towered over her. “I was a
queen!”

A little breathy whimper cut into the argument and both turned back
to the bed, Obi-Wan’s hands spasming lightly on top of the covers.

“…Calm down.” Anakin whispered. “We don’t want to hurt him
anymore then he is.”

Padme took a deep breath and returned to the bed, crawling onto it
until she reached the middle and could touch Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, I forgot your shields aren’t in place anymore.”
She whispered apologetic, leaning down and pecking him on the
forehead and cheeks, whispering soft pardons.

“…We still need Palpatine.” Anakin settled down on the bed too,
shifting in so he could touch her hip. “But the moment we don’t…”
His eyes swirled amber too.

“I’ll have his head for this.” Padme promised quietly, stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek gently while curling her body around their
husbands. “I’ll put on a pike and leave it for crows.” She
promised darkly.

“I know you don’t need my help to do that, but you’ll have it
still.” Anakin chuckled faintly and Padme smirked slightly.

No, she wouldn’t need his help to take out Sheev Palpatine, but it
would be a nice bonding exercise.

OOOoooo… HusbandofOurs, that seems like a suspiciously timely moment for the collar to deactivate… Might the subtle hand of Sidious be involved? Enough to have Padme and Anakin take care of that creepy little problem? All HAIL the Empress!

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Sitting beside Obi-Wan’s bed, Anakin rolled the defect collar in
his hands, frowning at it.

There was no reason why it should have short-circuited.  

Anakin had checked it out every three days to ensure that it wouldn’t
stop working for both theirs and Obi-Wan’s safety.

For it to stop working like so…

‘Tampering?’ He looked at Obi-Wan, reaching out to stroke the
none responsive Jedi’s hair back from his face as he examined the
other with the Force before settling back when nothing except came up
wrong.

Padme would never do anything that would actively hurt Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had tried to remove the collar but it had been clear that
Obi-Wan had been occupied with lunch when the collar had stopped
working and it bore no tampering mark which meant…

‘Which meant the Force had been applied to tamper with it.’ His
frown darkened.

“Love?” Padme settled down beside him, one hand on his nape and
the other resting on Obi-Wan’s cool hand, stroking the pale fingers
with her own. “You look troubled, credit for your thoughts?”

Anakin lips quirked faintly. “I think my thoughts are worth more
then that…” Then he sighed and turned to her, holding up the
defect collar. “It was a mighty fine time for the collar to stop
working, despite me checking it at least every three days as long as
I was on Coruscant. Almost suspiciously coincidental wouldn’t you
say?”

Raising her brows slowly, Padme tilted her head. “You suspect foul
play.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. And outside of you and me, only one other Force sensitive
being knew Obi-Wan was here.”

Padme’s eyes flashed amber at that. “You think…”

“What better way to get Obi-Wan out of the way then to let the
sudden shock of the death of the Order do it?” Anakin bared his
teeth. “Because Obi-Wan would have left marks on the collar if it
was him, just like those first few months. Yet its whole and fine.
Force tampering would be required.”

Padme trembled a bit with rage and then she shot to her feet,
snarling as she sent a chair crashing into the wall with a sweep of
her hand.

The blond only watched her before settling the collar aside. “He
did this to our Obi-Wan.”

“He’s going to die.” Padme hissed, hands curling and uncurling
as if she was imagining wrapping around the Emperors throat.

“We still need him.” Anakin growled in return.

“I don’t need him to rule!” Padme turned on her husband,
snarling even as Anakin stood and towered over her. “I was a
queen!”

A little breathy whimper cut into the argument and both turned back
to the bed, Obi-Wan’s hands spasming lightly on top of the covers.

“…Calm down.” Anakin whispered. “We don’t want to hurt him
anymore then he is.”

Padme took a deep breath and returned to the bed, crawling onto it
until she reached the middle and could touch Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, I forgot your shields aren’t in place anymore.”
She whispered apologetic, leaning down and pecking him on the
forehead and cheeks, whispering soft pardons.

“…We still need Palpatine.” Anakin settled down on the bed too,
shifting in so he could touch her hip. “But the moment we don’t…”
His eyes swirled amber too.

“I’ll have his head for this.” Padme promised quietly, stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek gently while curling her body around their
husbands. “I’ll put on a pike and leave it for crows.” She
promised darkly.

“I know you don’t need my help to do that, but you’ll have it
still.” Anakin chuckled faintly and Padme smirked slightly.

No, she wouldn’t need his help to take out Sheev Palpatine, but it
would be a nice bonding exercise.