So Moddy, your fic ‘andthentherewasnone’? Might we find out what Padme has to say about the Senate reaction to possessive clones? Is the rest of the GAR command getting the message? Has Hondo or Cad Bane come through with any interesting information? Inquiring minds really REALLY want to know! Thank you for another MARVELOUS read!!!!

Rubbing her cheek
against Anakin’s collarbone, Padme breathed out tiredly. “Its a
bit scary if I’m honest. Its not something that gets really spoken
about in the Senate but only idiots don’t realize the situation
with the troopers right now.” She murmured.

Being new parents
were exhausting and curling into Anakin’s warm body was really
nice.

She hadn’t really
slept the night through since the twins were born and neither had
Anakin honestly since he was staying with her for the duration.

Padme had also been
a bit disturbed to realize that a team of troopers were constantly
keeping her under observation too since the babies were born too,
apparently she by extension of being Anakin’s wife, was also
considered ‘theirs’.

And usually she’d
be very upset by that revelation but so far it wasn’t manifesting
in a dangerous way like a possessive or abusive lover would.

No, they followed
her yes, kept an eye on her apartment and offered her help with the
twins but other then that they stayed out of the way and didn’t
involve themselves in her day to day life. It was almost like being
followed by even more discreet shadows then her handmaidens.

The gentle petting
Anakin was doing was really nice though, the way Anakin was teasing
her scalp and playing with her hair.

He sighed deeply at
her confession. “I know. We know too. We all know but we’re not
really sure what to do about it. We can’t really stop them if they
really want to you know, they are autonomous creatures just like we
are and… well…” Anakin hesitated.

Shifting a bit to
raise her head off his chest and look at him, Padme waited for him to
mull over his words.

Sighing, Anakin
nervously fluttered his mech fingers. “They aren’t really doing
anything bad. Honestly none of know what to do but for the first time
Jedi actually feel like someones looking out for them, the entire
Council is in doubt what to do, some are even thinking of engaging in
relationships with their troopers and just… we really don’t know
what to do.” He looked at her a bit helplessly.

Padme could
understand that actually.

The troopers
weren’t slaves, even if they were disbanded, where in the galaxy
would they go?

And the Jedi were
now the only ones who could honestly actually control them at least
to some degree or at least the only ones the GAR actually listened
to.

The idea of other
Jedi contemplating relationships did surprise her though.

“So… wait and
see it is still?” She questioned and Anakin nodded.

“Wait and see…
its all the Jedi are doing too since we’re not sure how to go
forward honestly.” Anakin confessed to her.

She nodded into his
chest.

The two lovers were
unaware of the shit storm the vode were about to unleash on the
Senate however and would remain blissfully unaware until morning when
the revelation about the utter betrayal of Sheev Palpatine would come
to light.

But at least for
now, the entire Order at large were happily unaware of the Command of
the Vode meeting up with Cad Bane who had retrieved the information
Yan Dooku had offered up to the troopers in return for leniency for
the future.

Happily unaware of
the fallout of such information and the outright hunt for Palpatine
supporters both in the Senate and in the GAR leadership that weren’t
vode that would come afterward.

Sometimes ignorance
was bliss.

So Moddy, your fic ‘andthentherewasnone’? Might we find out what Padme has to say about the Senate reaction to possessive clones? Is the rest of the GAR command getting the message? Has Hondo or Cad Bane come through with any interesting information? Inquiring minds really REALLY want to know! Thank you for another MARVELOUS read!!!!

Rubbing her cheek
against Anakin’s collarbone, Padme breathed out tiredly. “Its a
bit scary if I’m honest. Its not something that gets really spoken
about in the Senate but only idiots don’t realize the situation
with the troopers right now.” She murmured.

Being new parents
were exhausting and curling into Anakin’s warm body was really
nice.

She hadn’t really
slept the night through since the twins were born and neither had
Anakin honestly since he was staying with her for the duration.

Padme had also been
a bit disturbed to realize that a team of troopers were constantly
keeping her under observation too since the babies were born too,
apparently she by extension of being Anakin’s wife, was also
considered ‘theirs’.

And usually she’d
be very upset by that revelation but so far it wasn’t manifesting
in a dangerous way like a possessive or abusive lover would.

No, they followed
her yes, kept an eye on her apartment and offered her help with the
twins but other then that they stayed out of the way and didn’t
involve themselves in her day to day life. It was almost like being
followed by even more discreet shadows then her handmaidens.

The gentle petting
Anakin was doing was really nice though, the way Anakin was teasing
her scalp and playing with her hair.

He sighed deeply at
her confession. “I know. We know too. We all know but we’re not
really sure what to do about it. We can’t really stop them if they
really want to you know, they are autonomous creatures just like we
are and… well…” Anakin hesitated.

Shifting a bit to
raise her head off his chest and look at him, Padme waited for him to
mull over his words.

Sighing, Anakin
nervously fluttered his mech fingers. “They aren’t really doing
anything bad. Honestly none of know what to do but for the first time
Jedi actually feel like someones looking out for them, the entire
Council is in doubt what to do, some are even thinking of engaging in
relationships with their troopers and just… we really don’t know
what to do.” He looked at her a bit helplessly.

Padme could
understand that actually.

The troopers
weren’t slaves, even if they were disbanded, where in the galaxy
would they go?

And the Jedi were
now the only ones who could honestly actually control them at least
to some degree or at least the only ones the GAR actually listened
to.

The idea of other
Jedi contemplating relationships did surprise her though.

“So… wait and
see it is still?” She questioned and Anakin nodded.

“Wait and see…
its all the Jedi are doing too since we’re not sure how to go
forward honestly.” Anakin confessed to her.

She nodded into his
chest.

The two lovers were
unaware of the shit storm the vode were about to unleash on the
Senate however and would remain blissfully unaware until morning when
the revelation about the utter betrayal of Sheev Palpatine would come
to light.

But at least for
now, the entire Order at large were happily unaware of the Command of
the Vode meeting up with Cad Bane who had retrieved the information
Yan Dooku had offered up to the troopers in return for leniency for
the future.

Happily unaware of
the fallout of such information and the outright hunt for Palpatine
supporters both in the Senate and in the GAR leadership that weren’t
vode that would come afterward.

Sometimes ignorance
was bliss.

Moddy? (glances from side to side) In the ‘everdark’ au, how does/will/would Order 66 pan out? Is Obi in the Temple Healing Halls again? Would Anakin MARCH on ObiWan? Would Obi survive Ubatu? Has Obi’s blinding made enough of a change to the timeline that Order 66 doesn’t happen? I have so. many. QUESTIONS! Help??

Sighing
tiredly as he passed by healers on the way to the Halls, Anakin’s
mind churned over what to do.

Palpatine
was a Sith.

No
scratch that, he was the Sith
Master. One who had organized the entire war and was guilty in so
much misery and pain and yet… if he was right than the Jedi was
looking for power too and Anakin was so confused, so conflicted.

He
wasn’t sure what to do and even if Obi-Wan was weak, he decided to
go visit him.

He
knew that ideally he should tell the council what was going on but…

Anakin
let out another sigh before knocking on the door of Obi-Wan’s
private long-term room.

There
was a pause and then Obi-Wan’s voice called out, sounding a bit
raspy. “Come in?”

Opening
and stepping in, Anakin winced a bit as he found Obi-Wan sitting up
in bed, hair mussed up along with his beard.

After
returning from the field, he had been confined to the Halls as the
healers wanted to take a look at his eye sockets and potentially
insert glass eyes of some type to protect the sockets. It was a bit
creepy for Anakin honestly, thinking about how behind the bandages or
the green silk scarf the
sockets were empty.

So
maybe the glass eyes would be a good idea, would at least protect the
sockets and prevent anything else from getting in there.

“I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, did I wake you?” He questioned, standing by the
door.

“Mmmn
yes, but its alright, I shouldn’t be sleeping too long.” Obi-Wan
scrubbed his face with a hand, breathing out heavily. “I had a
minor panic attack while Healer Mira was taking a look at my sockets,
she inserted a tool and… well she forgot to warn me.” He smiled
tumultuously.

Flinching
hard, Anakin nodded and then almost hit himself when he realized what
he did. Obi-Wan couldn’t see his head movements but it was still so
short a time to get used to it.

Slowly
he crossed the floor and sat down on his bedside instead. “How are
you doing? Outside of that.” He murmured.

“Tired.”
Obi-Wan confessed.

Reaching
out, Anakin slowly petted the others cheek, smiling a bit when
Obi-Wan leaned into the touch. Ever since losing his eyes, Obi-Wan
had become a lot more… physically affectionate. It seemed to help
ground him in a way.

“How
are you finding your council position?” Obi-Wan finally hummed.

“Its…
difficult but I manage.” He shrugged before eyeing his former
master suspiciously. “You didn’t think I could do it?” Anakin
questioned, both alarmed and with growing anger.

“I
never said that.” Obi-Wan smiled towards him, the bandages wrapped
around his head clearly in need of a change if the fluids coating the
front were any indication. “I’m assuming
you now know its a lot of
responsibility and being prepared for it is a different matter. Force
knew I had no idea what I said yes to when it was offered to me.”
He sighed tiredly.

Blinking
at that, Anakin tightened his hold on Obi-Wan’s hand. “…It is a
lot of responsibility, isn’t it?” He murmured.

The
redhead slumped a bit. “Very. You can’t just consider yourself or
the people you care about. You are part of the governing of the Jedi,
your words have consequences for all of the Order when in that room
and the rules and judgments you make… and the mistakes.” Obi-Wan
added quietly. Then he
sighed. “It doesn’t help the fact that you are very young, its
unheard of for anyone this young to be on the council and to be
appointed by someone outside the Order… so strange but I have faith
in you Anakin.” He patted the other on the shoulder, smiling
trustingly at the other.

‘…Palpatine
intends to destroy you.’ Anakin swallowed heavily, caught between
the Order, between Obi-Wan really and his need to save Padme.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin searched for words before closing his mouth again.

The
pause made Obi-Wan frown and he tilted his head. “…Anakin?
Is something wrong?”

Licking
his lips, Anakin finally spoke up. “I’ve been… having visions.
Someone close to me dies…” He feared he’d get the same answers
Yoda had given him.

Obi-Wan
mouth opened a bit before he nodded slowly. “From the Order or
outside it?”

“Outside.
Not military.” Anakin quickly added, feeling a twisting sense of
relief.

“I
see… how?” Obi-Wan sat there, ready to listen and Anakin felt as
if he could cry.

“Childbirth.”
He whispered.

If
Obi-Wan had eyes he would have blinked Anakin thought but as it was,
shock and surprise zigzagged through the Force while
he tilted his head. “Really?
Are you sure Anakin?
This person, are they on Coruscant?” When Anakin positively
confirmed it, Obi-Wan made a small noise of confusion. “That’s…
childbirth. No one on Coruscant that can reach medical aid has died
in childbirth in many centuries, as long as they reach a clinic.”
He scratched his temple a bit.

Staring
at the other for a long moment, Anakin blinked slowly. ‘He’s…
right. I mean Tatooine is one thing but… Padme has access to top of
the notch medical aid from practically any clinic on Coruscant.’
Suddenly his vision made a lot less sense, his panic and paranoia
dampening as he too picked up on Obi-Wan’s confusion. “…Obi-Wan,
I think I need to go speak to the Council… alone.” Anakin said
slowly.

A
wounded look crossed Obi-Wan’s face and Anakin quickly cupped his
face. “Its not an insult to you Obi-Wan, its just that you’re
here right now and the healers prefer keeping you here when you’re
in for appointments right now. I need to speak the council now.”

“…Will
you tell me what this is all about later?” Obi-Wan questioned,
stupefied and a bit alarmed.

“Yeah.”
Anakin vowed, hesitating a second before gently pressing a kiss to
the others forehead. “…Stay safe here in the Halls, alright
Obi-Wan?”

“A-alright?”
The older man murmured, tilting his head to listen to Anakin’s
steps as the blond hurried away.

Moddy? (glances from side to side) In the ‘everdark’ au, how does/will/would Order 66 pan out? Is Obi in the Temple Healing Halls again? Would Anakin MARCH on ObiWan? Would Obi survive Ubatu? Has Obi’s blinding made enough of a change to the timeline that Order 66 doesn’t happen? I have so. many. QUESTIONS! Help??

Sighing
tiredly as he passed by healers on the way to the Halls, Anakin’s
mind churned over what to do.

Palpatine
was a Sith.

No
scratch that, he was the Sith
Master. One who had organized the entire war and was guilty in so
much misery and pain and yet… if he was right than the Jedi was
looking for power too and Anakin was so confused, so conflicted.

He
wasn’t sure what to do and even if Obi-Wan was weak, he decided to
go visit him.

He
knew that ideally he should tell the council what was going on but…

Anakin
let out another sigh before knocking on the door of Obi-Wan’s
private long-term room.

There
was a pause and then Obi-Wan’s voice called out, sounding a bit
raspy. “Come in?”

Opening
and stepping in, Anakin winced a bit as he found Obi-Wan sitting up
in bed, hair mussed up along with his beard.

After
returning from the field, he had been confined to the Halls as the
healers wanted to take a look at his eye sockets and potentially
insert glass eyes of some type to protect the sockets. It was a bit
creepy for Anakin honestly, thinking about how behind the bandages or
the green silk scarf the
sockets were empty.

So
maybe the glass eyes would be a good idea, would at least protect the
sockets and prevent anything else from getting in there.

“I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, did I wake you?” He questioned, standing by the
door.

“Mmmn
yes, but its alright, I shouldn’t be sleeping too long.” Obi-Wan
scrubbed his face with a hand, breathing out heavily. “I had a
minor panic attack while Healer Mira was taking a look at my sockets,
she inserted a tool and… well she forgot to warn me.” He smiled
tumultuously.

Flinching
hard, Anakin nodded and then almost hit himself when he realized what
he did. Obi-Wan couldn’t see his head movements but it was still so
short a time to get used to it.

Slowly
he crossed the floor and sat down on his bedside instead. “How are
you doing? Outside of that.” He murmured.

“Tired.”
Obi-Wan confessed.

Reaching
out, Anakin slowly petted the others cheek, smiling a bit when
Obi-Wan leaned into the touch. Ever since losing his eyes, Obi-Wan
had become a lot more… physically affectionate. It seemed to help
ground him in a way.

“How
are you finding your council position?” Obi-Wan finally hummed.

“Its…
difficult but I manage.” He shrugged before eyeing his former
master suspiciously. “You didn’t think I could do it?” Anakin
questioned, both alarmed and with growing anger.

“I
never said that.” Obi-Wan smiled towards him, the bandages wrapped
around his head clearly in need of a change if the fluids coating the
front were any indication. “I’m assuming
you now know its a lot of
responsibility and being prepared for it is a different matter. Force
knew I had no idea what I said yes to when it was offered to me.”
He sighed tiredly.

Blinking
at that, Anakin tightened his hold on Obi-Wan’s hand. “…It is a
lot of responsibility, isn’t it?” He murmured.

The
redhead slumped a bit. “Very. You can’t just consider yourself or
the people you care about. You are part of the governing of the Jedi,
your words have consequences for all of the Order when in that room
and the rules and judgments you make… and the mistakes.” Obi-Wan
added quietly. Then he
sighed. “It doesn’t help the fact that you are very young, its
unheard of for anyone this young to be on the council and to be
appointed by someone outside the Order… so strange but I have faith
in you Anakin.” He patted the other on the shoulder, smiling
trustingly at the other.

‘…Palpatine
intends to destroy you.’ Anakin swallowed heavily, caught between
the Order, between Obi-Wan really and his need to save Padme.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin searched for words before closing his mouth again.

The
pause made Obi-Wan frown and he tilted his head. “…Anakin?
Is something wrong?”

Licking
his lips, Anakin finally spoke up. “I’ve been… having visions.
Someone close to me dies…” He feared he’d get the same answers
Yoda had given him.

Obi-Wan
mouth opened a bit before he nodded slowly. “From the Order or
outside it?”

“Outside.
Not military.” Anakin quickly added, feeling a twisting sense of
relief.

“I
see… how?” Obi-Wan sat there, ready to listen and Anakin felt as
if he could cry.

“Childbirth.”
He whispered.

If
Obi-Wan had eyes he would have blinked Anakin thought but as it was,
shock and surprise zigzagged through the Force while
he tilted his head. “Really?
Are you sure Anakin?
This person, are they on Coruscant?” When Anakin positively
confirmed it, Obi-Wan made a small noise of confusion. “That’s…
childbirth. No one on Coruscant that can reach medical aid has died
in childbirth in many centuries, as long as they reach a clinic.”
He scratched his temple a bit.

Staring
at the other for a long moment, Anakin blinked slowly. ‘He’s…
right. I mean Tatooine is one thing but… Padme has access to top of
the notch medical aid from practically any clinic on Coruscant.’
Suddenly his vision made a lot less sense, his panic and paranoia
dampening as he too picked up on Obi-Wan’s confusion. “…Obi-Wan,
I think I need to go speak to the Council… alone.” Anakin said
slowly.

A
wounded look crossed Obi-Wan’s face and Anakin quickly cupped his
face. “Its not an insult to you Obi-Wan, its just that you’re
here right now and the healers prefer keeping you here when you’re
in for appointments right now. I need to speak the council now.”

“…Will
you tell me what this is all about later?” Obi-Wan questioned,
stupefied and a bit alarmed.

“Yeah.”
Anakin vowed, hesitating a second before gently pressing a kiss to
the others forehead. “…Stay safe here in the Halls, alright
Obi-Wan?”

“A-alright?”
The older man murmured, tilting his head to listen to Anakin’s
steps as the blond hurried away.

So I just reread YourWords, and I have to ask… NOW WHAT? A trip to Naboo? A killing of the one responsible for ObiWan’s abduction? Somebody being stupid enough to try that ploy again? Please, moar?

Stirring
the blue cream into his tea
slowly, Obi-Wan finally
peered at the other man. “I must say I wasn’t expecting you
personally to guard me.” He murmured with a small smile as the
Grand Inquisitor sipped his own tea.

The man shrugged a
bit. “Considering Lord Vader is away on… business, it seemed wise
to send the strongest. Which would be me.” The Pau’an smirked a
bit.

Chuckling faintly,
Obi-Wan gave an agreeable nod. “I’m just surprised, you have an
important position as far as I’m aware of.”

Giving a low hum,
the other seemed to consider his answer before shrugging. “The
Emperor seems to think its best to keep Lord Vader in the best
possible mood, that includes granting him peace of mind about your
safety and your… son.”

Obi-Wan peered at
him before nodding peacefully, taking a sip of the sweetened tea.
“…You know, I never asked for a name.” He settled on, letting
go of the subject.

“Sel.”
The Inquisitor shrugged. “You can call me Sel, not many do anymore
but we are to spend much time together for the foreseeable
future, calling me by my title would be… unfair.” He settled on.

Nodding a bit,
Obi-Wan finished his tea. “And a bit long winded to be honest.”

The two watched the
breeze catch the curtain for a few seconds.

“…He’s out
killing the one responsible for my and Luke’s abduction isn’t
he?” Obi-Wan murmured.

Sel nodded.

“…Good.”
Obi-Wan whispered quietly, hand passing over the saber he once again
carried on his belt. There was a time when Obi-Wan would have tried
to talk Anakin out of the actions he was doing… but Luke’s face
was the only things he could think of ever time his conscience
spoke of mercy.

Mercy for people
willing to hurt Luke?

What about justice?

What about
retribution?

Not
revenge but reparation for
the terror that still sent a young boy scrambling to his parents bed
in need of comfort from the trauma of his memories and nightmares?

‘Its different
when its the ones you care about.’ He thought bleakly, pouring
himself a fresh cup of tea and mixing in some more milk.

He would prefer to
have it bare but due to his dietary requirements, he needed the
calcium and vitamins blue milk carried. It was this or eating a ton
of cheese and frankly he could only stomach so much cheese at once
without it knocking his stomach out.

Sel watched him for
a long moment before nodding and changing the subject. “I see you
have your saber back. I assume that means you’ve been dueling?”

Nodding slowly,
Obi-Wan sighed. “The importance of my self defense and defense of
others has been strongly highlighted and Ana-Lord Vader that is, felt
it was highly necessary I got back into practice.” He murmured.

“Your limbs are
up to it?” The pau’an asked frankly.

“…Bacta
helps. Its necessary.” Obi-Wan said bluntly as
he lowere his eyes to his tea,
not admitting to how painful the joint connects could be after hard
because of how he was responding to his mechanical limbs.

Anakin had worried
about it, taking Obi-Wan’s limbs to check them over before
admitting it was likely that Obi-Wan’s pain would never fully go
away and there was nothing to be done really about it as Obi-Wan was
missing actual limbs just like Anakin.

They had both
agreed that he needed to protect himself and Luke.

As long as someone
was there to care for him after, Obi-Wan was willing to give all his
limbs for Luke.

Looking
up at a little click, Obi-Wan smiled when the pau’an offered him
the plate of biscuit without another comment. Grateful, Obi-Wan took
one with a quiet murmur of thanks which the man responded to with a
small smirk of his own.

So I just reread YourWords, and I have to ask… NOW WHAT? A trip to Naboo? A killing of the one responsible for ObiWan’s abduction? Somebody being stupid enough to try that ploy again? Please, moar?

Stirring
the blue cream into his tea
slowly, Obi-Wan finally
peered at the other man. “I must say I wasn’t expecting you
personally to guard me.” He murmured with a small smile as the
Grand Inquisitor sipped his own tea.

The man shrugged a
bit. “Considering Lord Vader is away on… business, it seemed wise
to send the strongest. Which would be me.” The Pau’an smirked a
bit.

Chuckling faintly,
Obi-Wan gave an agreeable nod. “I’m just surprised, you have an
important position as far as I’m aware of.”

Giving a low hum,
the other seemed to consider his answer before shrugging. “The
Emperor seems to think its best to keep Lord Vader in the best
possible mood, that includes granting him peace of mind about your
safety and your… son.”

Obi-Wan peered at
him before nodding peacefully, taking a sip of the sweetened tea.
“…You know, I never asked for a name.” He settled on, letting
go of the subject.

“Sel.”
The Inquisitor shrugged. “You can call me Sel, not many do anymore
but we are to spend much time together for the foreseeable
future, calling me by my title would be… unfair.” He settled on.

Nodding a bit,
Obi-Wan finished his tea. “And a bit long winded to be honest.”

The two watched the
breeze catch the curtain for a few seconds.

“…He’s out
killing the one responsible for my and Luke’s abduction isn’t
he?” Obi-Wan murmured.

Sel nodded.

“…Good.”
Obi-Wan whispered quietly, hand passing over the saber he once again
carried on his belt. There was a time when Obi-Wan would have tried
to talk Anakin out of the actions he was doing… but Luke’s face
was the only things he could think of ever time his conscience
spoke of mercy.

Mercy for people
willing to hurt Luke?

What about justice?

What about
retribution?

Not
revenge but reparation for
the terror that still sent a young boy scrambling to his parents bed
in need of comfort from the trauma of his memories and nightmares?

‘Its different
when its the ones you care about.’ He thought bleakly, pouring
himself a fresh cup of tea and mixing in some more milk.

He would prefer to
have it bare but due to his dietary requirements, he needed the
calcium and vitamins blue milk carried. It was this or eating a ton
of cheese and frankly he could only stomach so much cheese at once
without it knocking his stomach out.

Sel watched him for
a long moment before nodding and changing the subject. “I see you
have your saber back. I assume that means you’ve been dueling?”

Nodding slowly,
Obi-Wan sighed. “The importance of my self defense and defense of
others has been strongly highlighted and Ana-Lord Vader that is, felt
it was highly necessary I got back into practice.” He murmured.

“Your limbs are
up to it?” The pau’an asked frankly.

“…Bacta
helps. Its necessary.” Obi-Wan said bluntly as
he lowere his eyes to his tea,
not admitting to how painful the joint connects could be after hard
because of how he was responding to his mechanical limbs.

Anakin had worried
about it, taking Obi-Wan’s limbs to check them over before
admitting it was likely that Obi-Wan’s pain would never fully go
away and there was nothing to be done really about it as Obi-Wan was
missing actual limbs just like Anakin.

They had both
agreed that he needed to protect himself and Luke.

As long as someone
was there to care for him after, Obi-Wan was willing to give all his
limbs for Luke.

Looking
up at a little click, Obi-Wan smiled when the pau’an offered him
the plate of biscuit without another comment. Grateful, Obi-Wan took
one with a quiet murmur of thanks which the man responded to with a
small smirk of his own.

OH! SilentScream? So it looks like everybody has forgotten Obi has been trained as well as «trained»… he is a massively experienced fighter in the five years of being a slave to Sideous and Dooku. And maybe on this ‘simple mission’ something happens to incapacitate QuiGon and Obi takes his saber and protects the Jedi with his hard won experience?? Then has a major breakdown? Hee! Cue clone appreciation/awe?

Yelping as he caught Qui-Gon’s
tumbling body as a blast hit the man in the stomach, sending him
backwards as the armor absorbed most of the impact but still sent the
man down as he gasped for breath, cane in the tent.

It was suppose to be an easy relief
mission, far away from Coruscant to keep Anakin away from Palpatine
and give Obi-Wan time to heal but a CSI attack had come down, an
ambush to take over the planet they had tried at before.

It was getting harder and harder, they
hadn’t been prepared for this and it was showing as they were
pushed further and further back. And now Qui-Gon was down, Obi-Wan
lowering him to the ground as the long haired Jedi panted.

Ahsoka gave a cry as she was clipped
too, sending her sprawling to the dirt as Anakin snarled in raw
burning rage that washed out against Obi-Wan even as Ahsoka struggled
to get back up.

Clones were dying, sprawled in the dirt
from where the droids had caught them, Qui-Gon was down with Anakin
as the only standing Jedi with Ahsoka fighting to get to her feet.

Glancing down, Obi-Wan stared at
Qui-Gon’s lightsaber with his hand tightening slowly up on
Qui-Gon’s chest as he held onto the man.

His heart was pounding a tattoo against
his chest before he caught Waxer by the arm and pulled the clone
down, switching their places so the other was keeping Qui-Gon propped
up.

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon wheezed, looking
at him with confusion before his eyes widened in shock as the pale
eyed man summoned the lightsaber to his hand. “No, Obi-Wan do-”

To late, Obi-Wan was on the move,
gliding effortlessly beneath Anakin’s arm even as Qui-Gon reached
for him too late.

Ob-Wan the padawan would need the help
of another, would require backup.

Obi-Wan, pet of Sidious and weapon
needed no one and nothing as he was a one man army created by a
sadistic Sith as he formed the Force like a shield in front of him,
the blasters bouncing of to ricochet back at the droids before he
reached them. He hit them in a squeal of twisting and screaming
metal, Obi-Wan reaching out and creating little vortexes that sucked
in the droids around them to twist and implode them.

The ones that didn’t meet Qui-Gon’s
lightsaber that was.

He had to Force himself to breath.

To remember it was not the twisting of
bone and flesh or the screams of living people but metal with digital
consciousness that was downloaded somewhere as he kicked up dirt
while twirling and moving between the screaming droids.

The droids weren’t sentient enough to
be considered alive, not yet.

Not these.

Despite how animated they were, they
were not like R2D2, they did not have proper personalities yet.

But it was so hard, his mind screaming
at him to curl up and hide even as he reached out and yanked the
command droid right out of the tank, crushing the head with the Force
vortex while turning the tank on the tanks and ramming it into them.

Behind him, blaster shots from the
troopers were flying past, giving him covering as best they could and
he could hear the sound of a lightsaber and even spotting the blue
color that told him it was Anakin.

He knew when a trooper moved past him
that the tide was turned, that he could stop and let them do the mop
up. And he did, falling to his knees like a puppet cut off its
strings as he dropped the lightsaber and tucked his hands under his
stomach and folded his head down onto his thighs, whimpering as
swarms of memories hit him finally.

Sidious ‘training’, the sound of
men and women he had killed, the crooning of the Sith in his ear
about how ‘good’ a boy he was.

Sobbing painfully, he was unaware of
being touched until he was pulled against a chest, his cheek coming
to rest on the person sternum.

Scent told him it was Qui-Gon and he
latched on to the other, shaking as he tried to pull himself out,
tried to not be swallowed by the traumatic memories. He managed,
barely, by clinging to the other as he shook with the onslaught of
mental anguish.

Hiding as he was, never saw the glances
of awe or worry the troopers shot him as Qui-Gon gathered the sobbing
man closer to him, rocking Obi-Wan’s body slowly.

All he knew was the anguish of his mind
and Qui-Gon’s offering of comfort and care.

OH! SilentScream? So it looks like everybody has forgotten Obi has been trained as well as «trained»… he is a massively experienced fighter in the five years of being a slave to Sideous and Dooku. And maybe on this ‘simple mission’ something happens to incapacitate QuiGon and Obi takes his saber and protects the Jedi with his hard won experience?? Then has a major breakdown? Hee! Cue clone appreciation/awe?

Yelping as he caught Qui-Gon’s
tumbling body as a blast hit the man in the stomach, sending him
backwards as the armor absorbed most of the impact but still sent the
man down as he gasped for breath, cane in the tent.

It was suppose to be an easy relief
mission, far away from Coruscant to keep Anakin away from Palpatine
and give Obi-Wan time to heal but a CSI attack had come down, an
ambush to take over the planet they had tried at before.

It was getting harder and harder, they
hadn’t been prepared for this and it was showing as they were
pushed further and further back. And now Qui-Gon was down, Obi-Wan
lowering him to the ground as the long haired Jedi panted.

Ahsoka gave a cry as she was clipped
too, sending her sprawling to the dirt as Anakin snarled in raw
burning rage that washed out against Obi-Wan even as Ahsoka struggled
to get back up.

Clones were dying, sprawled in the dirt
from where the droids had caught them, Qui-Gon was down with Anakin
as the only standing Jedi with Ahsoka fighting to get to her feet.

Glancing down, Obi-Wan stared at
Qui-Gon’s lightsaber with his hand tightening slowly up on
Qui-Gon’s chest as he held onto the man.

His heart was pounding a tattoo against
his chest before he caught Waxer by the arm and pulled the clone
down, switching their places so the other was keeping Qui-Gon propped
up.

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon wheezed, looking
at him with confusion before his eyes widened in shock as the pale
eyed man summoned the lightsaber to his hand. “No, Obi-Wan do-”

To late, Obi-Wan was on the move,
gliding effortlessly beneath Anakin’s arm even as Qui-Gon reached
for him too late.

Ob-Wan the padawan would need the help
of another, would require backup.

Obi-Wan, pet of Sidious and weapon
needed no one and nothing as he was a one man army created by a
sadistic Sith as he formed the Force like a shield in front of him,
the blasters bouncing of to ricochet back at the droids before he
reached them. He hit them in a squeal of twisting and screaming
metal, Obi-Wan reaching out and creating little vortexes that sucked
in the droids around them to twist and implode them.

The ones that didn’t meet Qui-Gon’s
lightsaber that was.

He had to Force himself to breath.

To remember it was not the twisting of
bone and flesh or the screams of living people but metal with digital
consciousness that was downloaded somewhere as he kicked up dirt
while twirling and moving between the screaming droids.

The droids weren’t sentient enough to
be considered alive, not yet.

Not these.

Despite how animated they were, they
were not like R2D2, they did not have proper personalities yet.

But it was so hard, his mind screaming
at him to curl up and hide even as he reached out and yanked the
command droid right out of the tank, crushing the head with the Force
vortex while turning the tank on the tanks and ramming it into them.

Behind him, blaster shots from the
troopers were flying past, giving him covering as best they could and
he could hear the sound of a lightsaber and even spotting the blue
color that told him it was Anakin.

He knew when a trooper moved past him
that the tide was turned, that he could stop and let them do the mop
up. And he did, falling to his knees like a puppet cut off its
strings as he dropped the lightsaber and tucked his hands under his
stomach and folded his head down onto his thighs, whimpering as
swarms of memories hit him finally.

Sidious ‘training’, the sound of
men and women he had killed, the crooning of the Sith in his ear
about how ‘good’ a boy he was.

Sobbing painfully, he was unaware of
being touched until he was pulled against a chest, his cheek coming
to rest on the person sternum.

Scent told him it was Qui-Gon and he
latched on to the other, shaking as he tried to pull himself out,
tried to not be swallowed by the traumatic memories. He managed,
barely, by clinging to the other as he shook with the onslaught of
mental anguish.

Hiding as he was, never saw the glances
of awe or worry the troopers shot him as Qui-Gon gathered the sobbing
man closer to him, rocking Obi-Wan’s body slowly.

All he knew was the anguish of his mind
and Qui-Gon’s offering of comfort and care.

Um Moddy… why do I have the phrase «parts for potions» running through my brain?? Just what DOES Hego have planned for FrozenTravel Obi Wan? And will he be happy or annoyed with Palpatine regarding the ‘extra damage’ that occurs before delivery?

Long, cold fingers
were cupping his chin as Obi-Wan surfaced into awareness, eyes
flickering under the lids as he heard voices that were muffled until
he managed to wake himself even more, feeling himself strapped down
to a gurney with a tight metal strap of some kind over his chest that
was levering him half way up in a standing position.

“… And I told
you to bring him back undamaged.” A sharp voice hissed.

“I brought him
back mostly undamaged, its not like it will interfere with your
ritual I think that I broke the Jedi scum’s nose.” Another
answered.

“Hrm, I do not
appreciate your backtalk apprentice but I will let it slide… this
time since you’ve done your task well. Ah, it seems he’s awake.”
The first voice crooned as Obi-Wan flickered his eyes open with the
awareness of his aching nose and body.

Right into a pair
of sulfuric yellow eyes belonging to a pale muun that was stooping
slightly to meet his eyes.

Obi-Wan’s breath
froze as he stared at the Sith in front of him, not needing the Force
to tell that this one was as dangerous as Sidious and Maul had been.

Over the muuns
shoulder, Obi-Wan half noted the young Sheev Palpatine leaning
against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his
face.

As far as the Jedi
could take in, they were in a gray room with a grated floor. It
seemed like a form for cell to him with tables in the corners, the
gurney in the middle of the room with the door facing what Obi-Wan
assumed to be north, so maybe some sort of interrogation cell. ‘Or…’
A morbid voice whispered him. ‘A experimentation room.’

The Sith in front
of him was still studying him with Sidious remaining quiet in the
corner which was unlike the man from what Obi-Wan remembered and he
could only imagine one reason for the man to defer to him. ‘This is
his master.’ Obi-Wan realized, feeling his breath hitch as he
resisted the urge to flinch even as the Sith held his chin tighter.
With the metal gurney behind him, it was impossible to escape from
the grasp unless Obi-Wan turned his head so he didn’t bother to
attempt.

“Its such a
strange thing that a Jedi of all creatures manages to be the first to
reverse time, though looking at you now I suspect you did not do it
on purpose.” The muun chuckled, licking his thin lips in greed.

Obi-Wan just felt
nauseous as he pursed his lips.

“Oh? Not going to
talk? That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me anything, not yet.
Your blood is enough for now.” The muun chuckled as he held out his
other hand towards Sidious. The young Sidious shifted from the wall
to move to a table out of Obi-Wan’s line of sight and returned with
a syringe he gave the other Sith.

Hissing when the
muun plunged syringe into Obi-Wan’s thigh, Obi-Wan twisted his head
out of the long fingered grasp and twitched beneath the strap,
breathing sharply when it was pulled out with no concern.

“Now… lets go
see what secrets your blood contains shall we…” The man murmured,
more to himself than to either of the humans in the room, walking
away with his robes brushing the floor.

Sidious remained
where he was, watching Obi-Wan.

“Apprentice, you
got free reigns to do what you want for answers, just don’t kill
him.” The man drawled before the door opened and he stepped out,
leaving Obi-Wan with the smirking redhead in front of him.

For a moment the
two just stared at each other.

“You know, I’m
not certain if I should start with some blunt physical torture or
some mental torture and break your shields Jedi.” The man drawled,
smirk widening as he spoke. “But I’m very eager to find out which
will be the most effective on you.” He walked closer as Obi-Wan’s
heart sunk low.

()()()

Watching his former
master’s holo, Qui-Gon felt nothing but a helpless sort of loss as
his mind continued prodding at the empty spot where Obi-Wan’s bond
should be pulsing with warmth despite their distance.

Instead there was
nothing but a chilling silence that spoke of Force suppressors of
some kind being utilized on Obi-Wan.

By the Sith.

The Sith had his
Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even attempt to hide his terror, not when it was the question of a
soulbonded, a part of his own soul, that was in danger.

If he lost him like
this…

Qui-Gon was
uncertain what kind of effect it would have on him but it wouldn’t
be good, no one who lost a part of themselves brutally healed well.

“Qui-Gon?”

He looked up at the
voice, meeting Yan’s eyes with a faint smile that must have come
out as a grimace with the way Yan’s eyes creased with worry. “I
don’t blame you, we knew the Sith were after him.” He added
quickly to assuage any guilt the other had, nodding to the others arm
in a sling. “And you were injured…” He added.

“…That still
doesn’t make me feel better.” Yan confessed, sighing deeply. “I
heard that the Council recalled all Jedi on Coruscant not on vital
missions to the temple.” He added.

Nodding, Qui-Gon
rubbed his face. “Several teams have been dispatched to Naboo to
meet you and try to pick up Obi-Wan’s lead with others in temple
trying to find him through the holonet. The rest were informed of the
situation since the council is worried about the Sith gaining
Obi-Wan’s knowledge of the future or Force knows what they’d do
with him since he’s unique.” He mumbled. “…I’m not allowed
however, because of how close I am but its driving me insane.” He
rasped.

“Qui-Gon… go
spar.” Yan rumbled. “You can’t sit and do nothing so go spar
with a friend, work yourself to exhaustion, sitting there helps no
one and Obi-Wan would not want you to harm yourself by endlessly
prodding at a cold bond.” He said firmly.

Staring at his
master, the long haired knight finally nodded. “You’re right. Of
course you’re right. I’ll see if Tahl or Tholme has time… be
careful Master.” He added, standing.

Yan gave him a
small smile. “May the Force be with you.” He murmured.

“And with you
master.” Qui-Gon managed to summon a small smile for him before
turning off the holo. ‘I don’t know where you are Obi-Wan… but
if there’s even a small chance you can hear me, I love you, please
come back.’

Um Moddy… why do I have the phrase «parts for potions» running through my brain?? Just what DOES Hego have planned for FrozenTravel Obi Wan? And will he be happy or annoyed with Palpatine regarding the ‘extra damage’ that occurs before delivery?

Long, cold fingers
were cupping his chin as Obi-Wan surfaced into awareness, eyes
flickering under the lids as he heard voices that were muffled until
he managed to wake himself even more, feeling himself strapped down
to a gurney with a tight metal strap of some kind over his chest that
was levering him half way up in a standing position.

“… And I told
you to bring him back undamaged.” A sharp voice hissed.

“I brought him
back mostly undamaged, its not like it will interfere with your
ritual I think that I broke the Jedi scum’s nose.” Another
answered.

“Hrm, I do not
appreciate your backtalk apprentice but I will let it slide… this
time since you’ve done your task well. Ah, it seems he’s awake.”
The first voice crooned as Obi-Wan flickered his eyes open with the
awareness of his aching nose and body.

Right into a pair
of sulfuric yellow eyes belonging to a pale muun that was stooping
slightly to meet his eyes.

Obi-Wan’s breath
froze as he stared at the Sith in front of him, not needing the Force
to tell that this one was as dangerous as Sidious and Maul had been.

Over the muuns
shoulder, Obi-Wan half noted the young Sheev Palpatine leaning
against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his
face.

As far as the Jedi
could take in, they were in a gray room with a grated floor. It
seemed like a form for cell to him with tables in the corners, the
gurney in the middle of the room with the door facing what Obi-Wan
assumed to be north, so maybe some sort of interrogation cell. ‘Or…’
A morbid voice whispered him. ‘A experimentation room.’

The Sith in front
of him was still studying him with Sidious remaining quiet in the
corner which was unlike the man from what Obi-Wan remembered and he
could only imagine one reason for the man to defer to him. ‘This is
his master.’ Obi-Wan realized, feeling his breath hitch as he
resisted the urge to flinch even as the Sith held his chin tighter.
With the metal gurney behind him, it was impossible to escape from
the grasp unless Obi-Wan turned his head so he didn’t bother to
attempt.

“Its such a
strange thing that a Jedi of all creatures manages to be the first to
reverse time, though looking at you now I suspect you did not do it
on purpose.” The muun chuckled, licking his thin lips in greed.

Obi-Wan just felt
nauseous as he pursed his lips.

“Oh? Not going to
talk? That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me anything, not yet.
Your blood is enough for now.” The muun chuckled as he held out his
other hand towards Sidious. The young Sidious shifted from the wall
to move to a table out of Obi-Wan’s line of sight and returned with
a syringe he gave the other Sith.

Hissing when the
muun plunged syringe into Obi-Wan’s thigh, Obi-Wan twisted his head
out of the long fingered grasp and twitched beneath the strap,
breathing sharply when it was pulled out with no concern.

“Now… lets go
see what secrets your blood contains shall we…” The man murmured,
more to himself than to either of the humans in the room, walking
away with his robes brushing the floor.

Sidious remained
where he was, watching Obi-Wan.

“Apprentice, you
got free reigns to do what you want for answers, just don’t kill
him.” The man drawled before the door opened and he stepped out,
leaving Obi-Wan with the smirking redhead in front of him.

For a moment the
two just stared at each other.

“You know, I’m
not certain if I should start with some blunt physical torture or
some mental torture and break your shields Jedi.” The man drawled,
smirk widening as he spoke. “But I’m very eager to find out which
will be the most effective on you.” He walked closer as Obi-Wan’s
heart sunk low.

()()()

Watching his former
master’s holo, Qui-Gon felt nothing but a helpless sort of loss as
his mind continued prodding at the empty spot where Obi-Wan’s bond
should be pulsing with warmth despite their distance.

Instead there was
nothing but a chilling silence that spoke of Force suppressors of
some kind being utilized on Obi-Wan.

By the Sith.

The Sith had his
Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even attempt to hide his terror, not when it was the question of a
soulbonded, a part of his own soul, that was in danger.

If he lost him like
this…

Qui-Gon was
uncertain what kind of effect it would have on him but it wouldn’t
be good, no one who lost a part of themselves brutally healed well.

“Qui-Gon?”

He looked up at the
voice, meeting Yan’s eyes with a faint smile that must have come
out as a grimace with the way Yan’s eyes creased with worry. “I
don’t blame you, we knew the Sith were after him.” He added
quickly to assuage any guilt the other had, nodding to the others arm
in a sling. “And you were injured…” He added.

“…That still
doesn’t make me feel better.” Yan confessed, sighing deeply. “I
heard that the Council recalled all Jedi on Coruscant not on vital
missions to the temple.” He added.

Nodding, Qui-Gon
rubbed his face. “Several teams have been dispatched to Naboo to
meet you and try to pick up Obi-Wan’s lead with others in temple
trying to find him through the holonet. The rest were informed of the
situation since the council is worried about the Sith gaining
Obi-Wan’s knowledge of the future or Force knows what they’d do
with him since he’s unique.” He mumbled. “…I’m not allowed
however, because of how close I am but its driving me insane.” He
rasped.

“Qui-Gon… go
spar.” Yan rumbled. “You can’t sit and do nothing so go spar
with a friend, work yourself to exhaustion, sitting there helps no
one and Obi-Wan would not want you to harm yourself by endlessly
prodding at a cold bond.” He said firmly.

Staring at his
master, the long haired knight finally nodded. “You’re right. Of
course you’re right. I’ll see if Tahl or Tholme has time… be
careful Master.” He added, standing.

Yan gave him a
small smile. “May the Force be with you.” He murmured.

“And with you
master.” Qui-Gon managed to summon a small smile for him before
turning off the holo. ‘I don’t know where you are Obi-Wan… but
if there’s even a small chance you can hear me, I love you, please
come back.’