Burningbird

I got a bad feeling about Krell and Dibs on Kamino in burning bird D8

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Feeling
drool drip from his mouth onto the floor, Obi-Wan struggled to get
his mind to function as he worked his eyes open only to meet the
darkness of a blindfold and wiggling his arms confirmed that his arms
were cuffed together with binders covering his hands and up over his
wrists. That wasn’t good, his mind knew that wasn’t good but he
was so fuzzy feeling, the strong indicator of him being drugged since
normally his mind was sharp as a tack unless he had only just woken
up or it was right after some marvelous sex with his mate.

But
how had this happened?

Anakin
would never put him into binders and the other had been more worried
about anything hurting the baby than Obi-Wan had been since Obi-Wan
was conscious about what went into his body and had a diet plan along
with approved medications and vitamins.

He
couldn’t quite remember…

He
had been curled up with Boba in his reading nook where he had made
one of his temporary nests, reading a story to the youngling since
Jango was sparring with both Yan and Anakin, the latter having left
his mate reluctantly though he didn’t quite explain his reluctance.
They had been curled up and…

“He’s
waking up, drug him again.” A voice snapped, the tone a deep
baritone that indicated someone of a larger frame and with a jolt,
Obi-Wan realized that he was on a transport, being shaken around with
the vibration of an engine below his ear.

“I’m
not sure that’s healthy for the baby, he wants them both
doesn’t he? Both Kenobi and his new brat?” Another voice
responded, sounding lower pitched and Obi-Wan whined when hands
touched him, prodding at his stomach. “If we give him any more
sedation he might have a miscarriage.” The second voice mused
thoughtfully though not really concerned sounding.

That
thought had Obi-Wan whimpering in fear as he tried to squirm away
from the person touching him, even his dazed up brain understanding
the threat towards his and Anakin’s hatchling.  

“He
can make more if that happens. Sidious won’t be too upset if we
lose the brat as long as we get Kenobi to him. You heard his orders
too, get Kenobi, no matter the casualties or property damage and
leave a trail for Skywalker to follow.” The first one growled out.

There
was a deep sigh.

Then
Obi-Wan yelped as he was rolled onto his back and his head jerked to
the side, his neck extending painfully before there was a quick,
painful pinch at the taut skin.

Exhaling
at the pain, Obi-Wan winced as there was a pat on his neck. “Just
go back to sleep Kenobi, it be better for you and for us.” The
lower pitched voice said and by the touch of the hand they seemed to
be roughly humanoid sized Obi-Wan would claim.

He
lost his focus after that, drugs pumping through his system with the
beat of his own heart as he laid on the cold floor of a transport.

To
Sidious waiting, greedy hands.

Underneath the
black blindfold fat tears rolled unnoticed under the dark cloth only
to be soaked up into it.

‘Ani…’

()()()

The doors were
slammed open interrupting the fierce mock battle going on as Anakin
turned, blinking in confusion only for his blood to freeze in his
veins when the clone only stopped long enough to collect his breath
before yelling with wild eyes.

“Boba’s in the
medbay and Master Obi-Wan has disappeared!”

For burning bird, does Anakin act rashly now that he knows about Obi-Wan’s visions? Or maybe some planning with allies? Contingent plans all around? And more cuddles for comfort of course? (I can’t imagine Anakin being anything else but a sap because BABIES!)

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Grateful that it
was one of the rare days of sun on Kamino as he bowed to the recently
arrived Jedi, Anakin put up as calm a smile as he could even though
he mostly wanted to throw at least one of them off the building and
into the ocean for the sharks to have instead of letting them enter.

But the Jedi
council had sent Pong Krell to guard Prosset Dibs while he examined
the biochips to see what they could pick up from it now that the
kaminoan’s had been convinced to remove them from the troopers
heads since they had managed to convince them that the biochips were
not sanctioned by the Jedi, Dooku managing to back them up confirming
this.

It was a good thing
Palpatine had never been directly involved with the clones or the
kaminoan and therefor would know nothing about the chips he could
control them with were gone.

“I welcome you
both to Kamino, I hope your stay here will be pleasant though I warn
you both that Kamino is usually not so sunny.” Anakin said as they
bowed back to him.

Knight Krell gave
him a grim smile. “Oh, that’s alright. I like rain.” He gave a
smile with too many teeth and Anakin instantly latched onto that.

Well maybe he
wanted to throw both off the building and into the ocean, for he did
not think he would like this besalisk either. He was nothing like Dex
for sure, arrogance already oozing of his voice from that simple
greeting.

Dibs on the other
hand was just sulking, clearly he did not want to be there but he had
to go where the council sent him, still on probation and punishment
after he tried to murder Windu.

And that was why
Anakin did not want him on Kamino.

He didn’t want
the almost murder near his pregnant and already stressed mate from the visions.

Yet he had no
choice and lead the two in to show them their rooms. “Well, then
you’ll get to see the rain in an hour or so I imagine.” Anakin
hummed, listening to them following. “You’ll be rooming near a
lab to make study easier, me and Knight Kenobi are in another
section.” He explained quietly.

Behind him, the two
Jedi traded glances before Dibs let out a small nod.

“I see, and where
is Knight Kenobi right now? Haven’t seen him in months.” Krell
questioned.

Glancing behind
him, Anakin shrugged. “With some of the clones, most likely telling
them stories. He likes to do story hour with the youngest of them.”
Anakin volunteered, discomfort crawling up his spine.

He didn’t want to
tell them more than that.

For some reason the
idea of them knowing exactly where Obi-Wan was in the buildings were…
bad.

Was it because of
Dibs perhaps?

Or was something
wrong.

“I see, well
that’s kind of him.” Krell drawled even as Dibs snorted and
looked away, grumbling to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.

As he did, Anakin
got a sight of the cuffs the man wore. They were of the kind that
allowed the man to feel the Force but not touch it as the Jedi order
would never lock someone out of the Force but Dibs was a flight risk.
So the cuffs were the next best thing.

Utterly grateful
when he finally found the assigned quarters, Anakin stepped back and
gestured to the door. “Here, this will be your rooms. A droid will
come by every five hour to hear if you need anything and the lab is
just down the hall.” He pulled up a smile, hoping it looked genuine
as he watched the besalisk cue himself to the door and Dibs walk in.

“Then I will see
you another time Skywalker.” Krell grinned at him, his throatsack
blowing up a bit before he walked in after the human and the door
closed.

Watching the closed
door, Anakin deflated a bit in relief, closing his eyes before
turning and heading back to his shared quarters with his pregnant
mate before he did something regrettable… like throwing those two
out of the building and into the ocean for shark feed.

()()()

“Is he gone?”

“Yes he scuttled
off almost immediately after the door closed, now get those cuff off,
we need to start working, he didn’t give his long time to
get our hands on Kenobi.”

“You don’t have
to tell me twice, I hate wearing those things. Tell me you got the
collar ready?”

A big hand held up
a blood red collar lined with gold. “Right here heh.”

For burning bird, does Anakin act rashly now that he knows about Obi-Wan’s visions? Or maybe some planning with allies? Contingent plans all around? And more cuddles for comfort of course? (I can’t imagine Anakin being anything else but a sap because BABIES!)

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Grateful that it
was one of the rare days of sun on Kamino as he bowed to the recently
arrived Jedi, Anakin put up as calm a smile as he could even though
he mostly wanted to throw at least one of them off the building and
into the ocean for the sharks to have instead of letting them enter.

But the Jedi
council had sent Pong Krell to guard Prosset Dibs while he examined
the biochips to see what they could pick up from it now that the
kaminoan’s had been convinced to remove them from the troopers
heads since they had managed to convince them that the biochips were
not sanctioned by the Jedi, Dooku managing to back them up confirming
this.

It was a good thing
Palpatine had never been directly involved with the clones or the
kaminoan and therefor would know nothing about the chips he could
control them with were gone.

“I welcome you
both to Kamino, I hope your stay here will be pleasant though I warn
you both that Kamino is usually not so sunny.” Anakin said as they
bowed back to him.

Knight Krell gave
him a grim smile. “Oh, that’s alright. I like rain.” He gave a
smile with too many teeth and Anakin instantly latched onto that.

Well maybe he
wanted to throw both off the building and into the ocean, for he did
not think he would like this besalisk either. He was nothing like Dex
for sure, arrogance already oozing of his voice from that simple
greeting.

Dibs on the other
hand was just sulking, clearly he did not want to be there but he had
to go where the council sent him, still on probation and punishment
after he tried to murder Windu.

And that was why
Anakin did not want him on Kamino.

He didn’t want
the almost murder near his pregnant and already stressed mate from the visions.

Yet he had no
choice and lead the two in to show them their rooms. “Well, then
you’ll get to see the rain in an hour or so I imagine.” Anakin
hummed, listening to them following. “You’ll be rooming near a
lab to make study easier, me and Knight Kenobi are in another
section.” He explained quietly.

Behind him, the two
Jedi traded glances before Dibs let out a small nod.

“I see, and where
is Knight Kenobi right now? Haven’t seen him in months.” Krell
questioned.

Glancing behind
him, Anakin shrugged. “With some of the clones, most likely telling
them stories. He likes to do story hour with the youngest of them.”
Anakin volunteered, discomfort crawling up his spine.

He didn’t want to
tell them more than that.

For some reason the
idea of them knowing exactly where Obi-Wan was in the buildings were…
bad.

Was it because of
Dibs perhaps?

Or was something
wrong.

“I see, well
that’s kind of him.” Krell drawled even as Dibs snorted and
looked away, grumbling to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.

As he did, Anakin
got a sight of the cuffs the man wore. They were of the kind that
allowed the man to feel the Force but not touch it as the Jedi order
would never lock someone out of the Force but Dibs was a flight risk.
So the cuffs were the next best thing.

Utterly grateful
when he finally found the assigned quarters, Anakin stepped back and
gestured to the door. “Here, this will be your rooms. A droid will
come by every five hour to hear if you need anything and the lab is
just down the hall.” He pulled up a smile, hoping it looked genuine
as he watched the besalisk cue himself to the door and Dibs walk in.

“Then I will see
you another time Skywalker.” Krell grinned at him, his throatsack
blowing up a bit before he walked in after the human and the door
closed.

Watching the closed
door, Anakin deflated a bit in relief, closing his eyes before
turning and heading back to his shared quarters with his pregnant
mate before he did something regrettable… like throwing those two
out of the building and into the ocean for shark feed.

()()()

“Is he gone?”

“Yes he scuttled
off almost immediately after the door closed, now get those cuff off,
we need to start working, he didn’t give his long time to
get our hands on Kenobi.”

“You don’t have
to tell me twice, I hate wearing those things. Tell me you got the
collar ready?”

A big hand held up
a blood red collar lined with gold. “Right here heh.”

Burning bird- Obi talks to Ani about his vision.

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As he started to
get larger, Obi-Wan also started to slow down a lot more, becoming
more a nesting creature than a social creature since his instincts
demanded he keep himself and his burgeoning lives safe from harm.

Good thing people
didn’t mind visiting him in his room and sitting either on the
bedside or the floor to speak with him.

Yan of course
pulled a chair to sit on but that was him being his usual self so
Obi-Wan didn’t mind.

Some of the younger
clones and Boba he even allowed to crawl into his nest with him to
cuddle, needing the physical comfort when Anakin was off in the
Kamino facility, teaching the clones, planning or training with Jango
and the brothers.

His stomach was so
swollen with the babies now, Obi-Wan hoped it wouldn’t get bigger
but something told him they would and he’d be reduced to waddling
all over.

Pouting a bit, he
carefully disentangled himself from his nest and carefully made his
way towards the kitchen, needing tea.

Of course he got
caught up in a full fledged mechanic argument as Anakin stubbornly
held on to that the P something was the superior machine to a machine
Jango was tooting as the best as several of the brothers pinged in
with what they thought were the best and what they had flown with in
simulations.

Chuckling softly at
that, Obi-Wan limped to the kitchen and half noticed the silence
before Anakin was suddenly there, trilling softly into his ear while
hugging as Jango and the others went back to their discussion as
Anakin joined Obi-Wan in the kitchenette instead. “You’re
limping. Is it your hip again?” The blond nosed at Obi-Wan’s hair
and ear in an affectionate move.

“Yeah, but we
were warned about this. Cartilage is softening in my hip area to make
the space necessary, you remember right?” Obi-Wan put his hand to
the counter to push himself up on his toes only for Anakin to quickly
reach up and grab the sapir tea tin, putting it down in front of
Obi-Wan. “Anakin…” He grumbled.

“Please don’t
push yourself mate,” Anakin nosed at him again, rubbing Obi-Wan’s
stomach with one hand. “The healers said you would have to accept
help as you get bigger. You’re not an embarrassment, just my lovely
mate, I love helping you.” He assured

Muttering with a
bit of a blush in his cheek, Obi-Wan measured up tea instead of
answering as he waited on the pot to boil.

So he was a tiny
bit ashamed of how his changing body reduced some of his abilities if
he didn’t fill it out with the Force as a crutch. It was just so
strange to no longer be able to reach his toes without sitting down
or how his hip ached daily because of the softened cartilage and than
there was the constant hormones not to speak about the nightmares he
was having.

Pausing a bit,
Obi-Wan rested a hand over Anakin’s before turning slowly, ignoring
the boiling water kettle as he peered up into blue eyes. “…Anakin,
I might be having visions.” He started only to hesitate even as
Anakin tensed against him.

The fellow
starbirds eyes turned dark as he cupped Obi-Wan to him, trying to
make himself bigger somehow and simultaneously cover Obi-Wan up from
view. “Tell me everything.” He demanded quietly and intently, a
string of worry in his voice.

Pressing his nose
to Anakin’s neck, Obi-Wan sunk into him and quietly told him each
detail he could of the maybe vision, the sensation of hands, the
brush of air past his ear and how it did not feel like Anakin.
He left nothing out even as it made him nauseous and frightened,
clinging to his mate.

“I won’t let
them collar you, never ever, not my mate,” Anakin crooned quietly,
holding Obi-Wan tightly to him as he ran one hand comfortingly up and
down the others back. “No slavers and no Sith will ever have you,”
His hand cupped around the swollen stomach covetously and
protectively at the same time. “Nor our children.” Anakin swore.

‘No… Ani would
burn planets before he allowed our little birds to be taken.’ That
should alarm Obi-Wan as a Jedi but all it did in that moment was
reassure him as he sunk into the other man, fine tremors rolling
through his body as he was held tight by his mate.

Burning bird- Obi talks to Ani about his vision.

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As he started to
get larger, Obi-Wan also started to slow down a lot more, becoming
more a nesting creature than a social creature since his instincts
demanded he keep himself and his burgeoning lives safe from harm.

Good thing people
didn’t mind visiting him in his room and sitting either on the
bedside or the floor to speak with him.

Yan of course
pulled a chair to sit on but that was him being his usual self so
Obi-Wan didn’t mind.

Some of the younger
clones and Boba he even allowed to crawl into his nest with him to
cuddle, needing the physical comfort when Anakin was off in the
Kamino facility, teaching the clones, planning or training with Jango
and the brothers.

His stomach was so
swollen with the babies now, Obi-Wan hoped it wouldn’t get bigger
but something told him they would and he’d be reduced to waddling
all over.

Pouting a bit, he
carefully disentangled himself from his nest and carefully made his
way towards the kitchen, needing tea.

Of course he got
caught up in a full fledged mechanic argument as Anakin stubbornly
held on to that the P something was the superior machine to a machine
Jango was tooting as the best as several of the brothers pinged in
with what they thought were the best and what they had flown with in
simulations.

Chuckling softly at
that, Obi-Wan limped to the kitchen and half noticed the silence
before Anakin was suddenly there, trilling softly into his ear while
hugging as Jango and the others went back to their discussion as
Anakin joined Obi-Wan in the kitchenette instead. “You’re
limping. Is it your hip again?” The blond nosed at Obi-Wan’s hair
and ear in an affectionate move.

“Yeah, but we
were warned about this. Cartilage is softening in my hip area to make
the space necessary, you remember right?” Obi-Wan put his hand to
the counter to push himself up on his toes only for Anakin to quickly
reach up and grab the sapir tea tin, putting it down in front of
Obi-Wan. “Anakin…” He grumbled.

“Please don’t
push yourself mate,” Anakin nosed at him again, rubbing Obi-Wan’s
stomach with one hand. “The healers said you would have to accept
help as you get bigger. You’re not an embarrassment, just my lovely
mate, I love helping you.” He assured

Muttering with a
bit of a blush in his cheek, Obi-Wan measured up tea instead of
answering as he waited on the pot to boil.

So he was a tiny
bit ashamed of how his changing body reduced some of his abilities if
he didn’t fill it out with the Force as a crutch. It was just so
strange to no longer be able to reach his toes without sitting down
or how his hip ached daily because of the softened cartilage and than
there was the constant hormones not to speak about the nightmares he
was having.

Pausing a bit,
Obi-Wan rested a hand over Anakin’s before turning slowly, ignoring
the boiling water kettle as he peered up into blue eyes. “…Anakin,
I might be having visions.” He started only to hesitate even as
Anakin tensed against him.

The fellow
starbirds eyes turned dark as he cupped Obi-Wan to him, trying to
make himself bigger somehow and simultaneously cover Obi-Wan up from
view. “Tell me everything.” He demanded quietly and intently, a
string of worry in his voice.

Pressing his nose
to Anakin’s neck, Obi-Wan sunk into him and quietly told him each
detail he could of the maybe vision, the sensation of hands, the
brush of air past his ear and how it did not feel like Anakin.
He left nothing out even as it made him nauseous and frightened,
clinging to his mate.

“I won’t let
them collar you, never ever, not my mate,” Anakin crooned quietly,
holding Obi-Wan tightly to him as he ran one hand comfortingly up and
down the others back. “No slavers and no Sith will ever have you,”
His hand cupped around the swollen stomach covetously and
protectively at the same time. “Nor our children.” Anakin swore.

‘No… Ani would
burn planets before he allowed our little birds to be taken.’ That
should alarm Obi-Wan as a Jedi but all it did in that moment was
reassure him as he sunk into the other man, fine tremors rolling
through his body as he was held tight by his mate.

Burning bird, does Obi-Wan still get visions? is that ability stronger or weaker now that he’s more in tune with the star bird in him?

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Caressing a napping
Anakin’s palm gently with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled down at
him with a tender look on his face as he affectionately traced the
lines of the hand as he thought about that superstition of reading
the palm that some people believed in.

He knew it wasn’t
real for starbirds, his hand had looked different in each life, with
short lines leading long lives and long lines leading short lives
where the ‘lifeline’ supposedly went in the palm.

Yet he wondered
sometimes if there was a little bit of truth in it.

Certainly he had
believed in stranger things that turned out to be true, like his
ability to to lift things with a wave of his hand or perceive the
future with the Force if he only focused and meditated.

That thought had
him stilling, staring at Anakin.

He could feel a
collar wrap around his neck like a noose, pulling him as he strained
against it as if it was a leash intent on making him submit as his
stomach ached and he shivered a bit while looking away.

A warning maybe?

Or was it his own
fear speaking since he knew that Sidious was aware of them being
starbirds?

He could easily
imagine what the other had in mind for Anakin, powerful Force child
that he was, he would make a grand apprentice and a feat of
accomplishment for a Sith to be the first to ever have a starbird as
their apprentice.

Himself?

Obi-Wan was wary.

He could imagine
himself being drained for blood of course, to keep the Sith immortal…

But he could also
imagine worse fates.

The fate that would
have him contained to a room, fetid breath washing over his face as
clammy hands brushed his body and for a moment it all felt so real he
almost vomited. And then he really did need to vomit as his
imagination and morning sickness combined, Obi-Wan shooting from the
couch of his Kamino quarters to rush towards the fresher.

Anakin
crashed onto the floor, dislodged from Obi-Wan’s lap where he had
been napping, the blond only taking an extra moment to get his senses
before he rushed after Obi-Wan, crooning in worry as he held back
hair while Obi-Wan chucked his guts into the toilet, his entire body
shaking as he threw up every
last bit until he was empty, slumping back against his mate and
curling in there.

“Two more months
of morning sickness.” Anakin trilled at him, nosing at his sweaty
temple before standing and using the Force to lift Obi-Wan. “You’ll
be at the five month mark than and the morning sickness will pass.”
He continued trilling as he carried Obi-Wan to the couch.

“Than its ‘only’
seven months left.” Obi-Wan said dryly, his mouth tasting of bile.

Anakin just nosed
at his hair and settled Obi-Wan down on the couch with his legs up,
tucking a blanket around him before he went to the kitchen.

Blissfully Obi-Wan
heard him pour water into a glass and also opening the fridge to most
likely get some juice to rinse his mouth as outside the rain pounded
away at the Kamino facility.

Yet still the
sensation of something wrapping around Obi-Wan’s throat remained as
Anakin returned with two glasses, one of water and the other of a
pinkish juice of maloora fruit that Obi-Wan had been craving lately.

Letting out a soft
noise as Anakin aided him, Obi-Wan tried not to focus on his anxiety,
pressing his nose into the others collarbone as he held onto the
glass of chilled juice.

‘…I
don’t want to wear a collar.’ Obi-Wan shivered, Anakin pulling
the blanket more up around the redhead’s shoulders with care. ‘I
don’t want to be leashed.’

Burning bird, does Obi-Wan still get visions? is that ability stronger or weaker now that he’s more in tune with the star bird in him?

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Caressing a napping
Anakin’s palm gently with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled down at
him with a tender look on his face as he affectionately traced the
lines of the hand as he thought about that superstition of reading
the palm that some people believed in.

He knew it wasn’t
real for starbirds, his hand had looked different in each life, with
short lines leading long lives and long lines leading short lives
where the ‘lifeline’ supposedly went in the palm.

Yet he wondered
sometimes if there was a little bit of truth in it.

Certainly he had
believed in stranger things that turned out to be true, like his
ability to to lift things with a wave of his hand or perceive the
future with the Force if he only focused and meditated.

That thought had
him stilling, staring at Anakin.

He could feel a
collar wrap around his neck like a noose, pulling him as he strained
against it as if it was a leash intent on making him submit as his
stomach ached and he shivered a bit while looking away.

A warning maybe?

Or was it his own
fear speaking since he knew that Sidious was aware of them being
starbirds?

He could easily
imagine what the other had in mind for Anakin, powerful Force child
that he was, he would make a grand apprentice and a feat of
accomplishment for a Sith to be the first to ever have a starbird as
their apprentice.

Himself?

Obi-Wan was wary.

He could imagine
himself being drained for blood of course, to keep the Sith immortal…

But he could also
imagine worse fates.

The fate that would
have him contained to a room, fetid breath washing over his face as
clammy hands brushed his body and for a moment it all felt so real he
almost vomited. And then he really did need to vomit as his
imagination and morning sickness combined, Obi-Wan shooting from the
couch of his Kamino quarters to rush towards the fresher.

Anakin
crashed onto the floor, dislodged from Obi-Wan’s lap where he had
been napping, the blond only taking an extra moment to get his senses
before he rushed after Obi-Wan, crooning in worry as he held back
hair while Obi-Wan chucked his guts into the toilet, his entire body
shaking as he threw up every
last bit until he was empty, slumping back against his mate and
curling in there.

“Two more months
of morning sickness.” Anakin trilled at him, nosing at his sweaty
temple before standing and using the Force to lift Obi-Wan. “You’ll
be at the five month mark than and the morning sickness will pass.”
He continued trilling as he carried Obi-Wan to the couch.

“Than its ‘only’
seven months left.” Obi-Wan said dryly, his mouth tasting of bile.

Anakin just nosed
at his hair and settled Obi-Wan down on the couch with his legs up,
tucking a blanket around him before he went to the kitchen.

Blissfully Obi-Wan
heard him pour water into a glass and also opening the fridge to most
likely get some juice to rinse his mouth as outside the rain pounded
away at the Kamino facility.

Yet still the
sensation of something wrapping around Obi-Wan’s throat remained as
Anakin returned with two glasses, one of water and the other of a
pinkish juice of maloora fruit that Obi-Wan had been craving lately.

Letting out a soft
noise as Anakin aided him, Obi-Wan tried not to focus on his anxiety,
pressing his nose into the others collarbone as he held onto the
glass of chilled juice.

‘…I
don’t want to wear a collar.’ Obi-Wan shivered, Anakin pulling
the blanket more up around the redhead’s shoulders with care. ‘I
don’t want to be leashed.’

Okay question, you don’t need to make it a prompt if you don’t want to. How big exactly do you imagine starbirds to be? Cause I would imagine huge because /stars/ or at least people-sized.

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Blinking at the
crystal flower with wide eyes, Obi-Wan gave a delighted laugh before
looking up at his mate and opening his arms which had Anakin
instantly swoop down for the offered hug with a trill. “Its
beautiful Anakin! Where did you get it?” Obi-Wan questioned his
mate while ignoring Jango and Dooku who had started to plot together.

Something about
Palpatine and strike team which was why they were up in one of the
observation lounges to watch one of the strongest team of clones work
though they had all been asked if they wanted to show off.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
quite sure though and it wasn’t like they’d be able to pull it
off, getting the troopers to Coruscant and then close to a karking
Sith.

He had more
important things to consider anyhow, his nest was as good as done
with lots of home material and silk that smelled of beautiful home
and warmth.

“I made it, I
gathered rain water and ocean rocks that the kaminos bring up to grow
algae on, they didn’t need all of them though and I could have a
few.” He said cheerfully as he sat down beside Obi-Wan on the same
bench as his mate on the observation deck, paying no attention to
what was happening below.

“So you shaped it
with the Force and inward fire?” Obi-Wan turned the rose slowly,
beaming. “Clever mate.” He cooed and leaned in on the bench,
pressing kiss to a preening Anakin’s cheek as the blond rested his
hands on the others belly, stroking slowly in hope for more kicks
since the babies had steadily been getting more active the bigger
they got.

“Okay so I’ve
been wondering about that.” Fett suddenly said, frowning at them
and disturbing both Anakin and Obi-Wan from their private little
moment.

“What?” Obi-Wan
puzzled, smiling when Boba came scuttling in and crawling into the
Mando’a’s lap for a hug as he gave Obi-Wan a friendly grin.

He had a feeling
the kid came from one of the younger clone sections to play. All kids
needed socialization with others after all and all the clones were
different people even if they looked the same.

Arms around Boba
after ruffling his curling, floofy hair with a hand, Jango shrugged.
“You two have a human form and a bird form right?” He looked
between them, lips curling wryly when both nodded. “And you can
both switch seamlessly between them should you wish?”

Both Starbirds
exchanged looks at that, frowning at each other before Obi-Wan spoke
slowly since he could express himself better. As he answered he
absently played with his crystal rose gift. “In a manner yes, but
the thing is that we’re not small birds. The first starbirds were
born in the hearts of a supernova, the implosion pulls in the Force
and then explodes in a rush of energy and life and… radiation. Fire
so hot in could evaporate planets.” He said thoughtfully under the
wide but interested eyes of both Yan and Jango.

“Fascinating,”
The count murmured under his breath, obviously he didn’t quite know
how the creation of a Starbird happened. “Is how you were created?”
He looked between them.

Anakin gave a nod.
“I didn’t have parents at all, I was created by the Force and a
star. I’m still not quite sure what happened with my mother being
my mother… its kind of impossible.” He looked away, confused and
sad as he loved Shmi and had lost her.

Petting his mates
hand, Obi-Wan smiled wryly to the others. “I’m not sure about me actually. The
Jedi found me all those ages ago when I was still a babe in my first
cycle and there were no one else around. There were reports of
supernova but how I got to Stewjon where I was found is a big
mystery,” He shrugged a bit before humming. “Regardless, yes we
can switch, but we’re large birds, bigger than most humans and we
put of heat since we’re kind of made of fire though we don’t
burn anything unless we want. I can’t switch right now because of
obvious reasons.” Obi-Wan stroked his stomach.

Anakin bounced a
bit on the bench but stopped when Obi-Wan sent him a sharp look since
he bounced his mate around too. “Like Obi-Wan said, we’re big
birds, while we can change there are some restrictions like Obi-Wan
being pregnant stopping him until he gives birth. There’s also the
fact that we’re inside the facility, its too small for us, this room would make us hit our heads.” He
explained.

Jango and Yan
stared at them while Boba just grinned.

He had asked ages
ago how big the birds were.

“Yer shitting me,
you’re absolutely huge than? You’re made of fire does that mean
you can melt like durasteel walls? Could you melt this facility?”
Jango stared at them, forgetting he had his son on his lap as he
cursed.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
grinned. “If we wanted to, we could burn planets, that’s why we
can’t allow Sith to turn us, we’re a natural force of the Force
itself, we’re powerful and nearly unstoppable and the only
creatures that can really kill us is Sith and each others.” Obi-Wan
explained with his smile fading jut a bit.

“…I’m karking
grateful we’re on the same side.” Jango shook his head, obviously
wondering how karked he would have been had he gone up against two
starbirds if they went into their bird forms.

Anakin and Obi-Wan
just laughed before the blond dragged his heavily pregnant mate into
his lap and tickled him to the squeals of the redhead who tried to
escape, laughing in delight and scolding Anakin at the same time as
he tried to push the hands digging into his plush sides and stomach
to tease.

Life was beautiful
in this moment.

Okay question, you don’t need to make it a prompt if you don’t want to. How big exactly do you imagine starbirds to be? Cause I would imagine huge because /stars/ or at least people-sized.

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Blinking at the
crystal flower with wide eyes, Obi-Wan gave a delighted laugh before
looking up at his mate and opening his arms which had Anakin
instantly swoop down for the offered hug with a trill. “Its
beautiful Anakin! Where did you get it?” Obi-Wan questioned his
mate while ignoring Jango and Dooku who had started to plot together.

Something about
Palpatine and strike team which was why they were up in one of the
observation lounges to watch one of the strongest team of clones work
though they had all been asked if they wanted to show off.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
quite sure though and it wasn’t like they’d be able to pull it
off, getting the troopers to Coruscant and then close to a karking
Sith.

He had more
important things to consider anyhow, his nest was as good as done
with lots of home material and silk that smelled of beautiful home
and warmth.

“I made it, I
gathered rain water and ocean rocks that the kaminos bring up to grow
algae on, they didn’t need all of them though and I could have a
few.” He said cheerfully as he sat down beside Obi-Wan on the same
bench as his mate on the observation deck, paying no attention to
what was happening below.

“So you shaped it
with the Force and inward fire?” Obi-Wan turned the rose slowly,
beaming. “Clever mate.” He cooed and leaned in on the bench,
pressing kiss to a preening Anakin’s cheek as the blond rested his
hands on the others belly, stroking slowly in hope for more kicks
since the babies had steadily been getting more active the bigger
they got.

“Okay so I’ve
been wondering about that.” Fett suddenly said, frowning at them
and disturbing both Anakin and Obi-Wan from their private little
moment.

“What?” Obi-Wan
puzzled, smiling when Boba came scuttling in and crawling into the
Mando’a’s lap for a hug as he gave Obi-Wan a friendly grin.

He had a feeling
the kid came from one of the younger clone sections to play. All kids
needed socialization with others after all and all the clones were
different people even if they looked the same.

Arms around Boba
after ruffling his curling, floofy hair with a hand, Jango shrugged.
“You two have a human form and a bird form right?” He looked
between them, lips curling wryly when both nodded. “And you can
both switch seamlessly between them should you wish?”

Both Starbirds
exchanged looks at that, frowning at each other before Obi-Wan spoke
slowly since he could express himself better. As he answered he
absently played with his crystal rose gift. “In a manner yes, but
the thing is that we’re not small birds. The first starbirds were
born in the hearts of a supernova, the implosion pulls in the Force
and then explodes in a rush of energy and life and… radiation. Fire
so hot in could evaporate planets.” He said thoughtfully under the
wide but interested eyes of both Yan and Jango.

“Fascinating,”
The count murmured under his breath, obviously he didn’t quite know
how the creation of a Starbird happened. “Is how you were created?”
He looked between them.

Anakin gave a nod.
“I didn’t have parents at all, I was created by the Force and a
star. I’m still not quite sure what happened with my mother being
my mother… its kind of impossible.” He looked away, confused and
sad as he loved Shmi and had lost her.

Petting his mates
hand, Obi-Wan smiled wryly to the others. “I’m not sure about me actually. The
Jedi found me all those ages ago when I was still a babe in my first
cycle and there were no one else around. There were reports of
supernova but how I got to Stewjon where I was found is a big
mystery,” He shrugged a bit before humming. “Regardless, yes we
can switch, but we’re large birds, bigger than most humans and we
put of heat since we’re kind of made of fire though we don’t
burn anything unless we want. I can’t switch right now because of
obvious reasons.” Obi-Wan stroked his stomach.

Anakin bounced a
bit on the bench but stopped when Obi-Wan sent him a sharp look since
he bounced his mate around too. “Like Obi-Wan said, we’re big
birds, while we can change there are some restrictions like Obi-Wan
being pregnant stopping him until he gives birth. There’s also the
fact that we’re inside the facility, its too small for us, this room would make us hit our heads.” He
explained.

Jango and Yan
stared at them while Boba just grinned.

He had asked ages
ago how big the birds were.

“Yer shitting me,
you’re absolutely huge than? You’re made of fire does that mean
you can melt like durasteel walls? Could you melt this facility?”
Jango stared at them, forgetting he had his son on his lap as he
cursed.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
grinned. “If we wanted to, we could burn planets, that’s why we
can’t allow Sith to turn us, we’re a natural force of the Force
itself, we’re powerful and nearly unstoppable and the only
creatures that can really kill us is Sith and each others.” Obi-Wan
explained with his smile fading jut a bit.

“…I’m karking
grateful we’re on the same side.” Jango shook his head, obviously
wondering how karked he would have been had he gone up against two
starbirds if they went into their bird forms.

Anakin and Obi-Wan
just laughed before the blond dragged his heavily pregnant mate into
his lap and tickled him to the squeals of the redhead who tried to
escape, laughing in delight and scolding Anakin at the same time as
he tried to push the hands digging into his plush sides and stomach
to tease.

Life was beautiful
in this moment.

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Standing straight
backed with his head slightly inclined in respect and deference he no
longer had for the one in front of him, Yan went through the plans of
the future with Sidious, all too aware of Obi-Wan sitting silently
four meters behind him in the communication room as they spoke about
wide spread galactic massacre with Sidious blue shape as the only
light of the room.

He could almost
feel the ruffling of feathers Obi-Wan did not have in human form but
that wasn’t stopping him from pretty much puffing up like an avian
during a threat display it seemed which amused the knight of the star
Order.

“There is one
more thing.” Sidious drawled as Yan thought their meeting drew to
an end as they finished talking about the CIS, clones and the galaxy
wide war that they had been planning.

“My lord?” Yan
blinked, honestly a bit confused.

“Kenobi and
Skywalker,” The old man drawled, sitting back while jutting out his
chin a bit and Yan could feel his muscles tense as if a viper had
coiled around him. “Be gentle with them, I have plans for both of
them. Little birds like them who sing so sweetly are valuable, each in their own right of
course but yes. I intend to have them both so ensure that they do
not…” He trailed off and a smirk appeared over his lips, exposed
when Sidious tipped his head up enough to show his face to anyone in
the room in what he thought was a secure connection. “Temporarily
snuffed out, I’d hate to start from scratch.”

Yan could feel his
blood turn to ice.

Temporarily snuffed
out. Little birds.

Sidious knew
what Skywalker and Obi-Wan were.

He knew they were
starbirds.

Oh kark a Sith knew
there were starbirds alive, the only creatures that could permanently
kill a starbird knew there were two alive!

He didn’t let his
panic out and instead bowed to the man. “As you wish my lord.”
Yan murmured, the holo turning off.

Slowly he turned to
look at Obi-Wan, watching how pale and tight the others face looked.

Neither said
anything for a long moment. “He knows.” Obi-Wan finally murmured.

“So his words
imply,” Yan agreed, slowly moving over and settling down on one
knee in front of the seated Jedi, taking his hands to gently rub
them. “I won’t let him have you, not you, not Skywalker and
certainly not your little birds as you say. This-” He gestured
towards the holopad with a nod of his head that had recorded the
entire conversation. “Is just one of many steps of the dance to
bring him down and he will never touch your little birds, of this I,
Yan Dooku of Serenno, swear.” He murmured.

Obi-Wan let out a
shuddering breath, obviously struggling a bit and Yan could have
sympathy with that considering the flush of hormones that was
currently going through the others pregnancy swollen body.

So he remained
quiet and continued rubbing at the Jedi’s hands while mentally
counting, getting to his feet when he heard the door open. Huh, he got to thirty, Skywalker must have been close by.

Just as expected,
Skywalker was standing in the doorway, eyes slightly wild and a tiny
bit out of breath though he quickly calmed down when he saw Obi-Wan
just sitting on a chair looking unharmed. Yan
stepped back to provide space for the man.

Quickly the Jedi
knight stepped in and let the door shut behind him for privacy, ruffled curls
smoothed over with a hand now that he was calmer at the sight of an
unharmed mate as he made his way over to Obi-Wan with questions
screaming in his blue eyes.

“Are you
alright?” Skywalker asked quietly, eyes focused on Obi-Wan and
solely him as he knelt down beside his mate.

“Not really,
hug?” Obi-Wan smiled meekly at his mate, opening his arms to the
blond for his requested comfort and breathing out in relief when the others strong arms
instantly wrapped around him as he nosed into the curls for the tactile comfort.
“I’ll tell you about it in our quarters after a cup of tea but
right now I just…” He trailed off.

“Shh, no need to
explain right now,” Skywalker murmured into the others clothes, Yan
barely hearing him with how muffled it was against Obi-Wan’s soft
tunic. “I’m here for yo-ah!” The two pulled from each other in
surprise, staring at each other with wide eyes to Yan’s surprise
before they both focused down on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Quickly Skywalker
returned his hands to Obi-Wan’s stomach, a delighted smile lighting
up his face. “Was that…” He trailed off.

“I think so. Its
only happened at night so far.” Obi-Wan breathed out then laughed
suddenly and this time Yan could see why.

The others stomach
wobbled.

The little birds
had kicked and Yan couldn’t help a wry smile of his own as
Skywalker crooned in utter delight as he leaned in with both his
hands still on his mates stomach as he pressed tiny kisses all over
the others face before rubbing their noses together as they chirped
and trilled to each other. Most likely heaping praise onto his mate by the way Obi-Wan’s neck was coloring a deep red and his smile turned ever wider.

‘Well, that
serves as a good distraction from Sidious for now at least.’ He
thought with some amusement.

Joy was a good
distraction.