Captain Rex

Oh man, some more Kyber tears please? I’d love some Ahsoka

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Stilling when she felt the other person drop, Ahsoka shot her eyes to Rex without moving, silently asking for confirmation.

“He’s asleep.” Rex signed to her, watching closely.

This was new to everyone, Obi-Wan’s new state of being meant that he expended a lot more energy, his body trying to cope with his new existence and that meant that he ate more and he slept more.

The latter everyone was pleased with, Obi-Wan had gained some sorely lacking weight in the last few weeks that had everything to do with the snacks he kept nibbling on distractedly as he was handed things and nothing to do with muscle.

It made him look healthier, a warm glow to his face that wasn’t caused by his glowing freckles.

But it also meant that Obi-Wan slept a lot more, took naps in the middle of the day, after dinner, during meditation…

Whenever his body decided, Obi-Wan slept and the healers had forbidden him from trying to keep himself awake with the Force, warning him that he needed to adjust to a new normal.

The quicker his body adjusted to his circulation and nerve system, the quicker Obi-Wan could be fitted with the prosthetic he had finally decided to get.

His stumps had already been fitted with the neuro-wave, Ahsoka knew that from Skyguy, since he had been there when the healers had attached it to the stump, but due to needing two prosthetic at once, his body would need to adjust first before they were attached.

Because of the energy expenditure, Obi-Wan ended up sleeping on people.

Like now.

Ahsoka had originally not been on the list of ‘caretakers’, most of the adults in her life not comfortable with leaving Obi-Wan fully alone and generally, either Anakin or Cody was with him. But Anakin was needed for the investigation into the Chancellor, being interrogated if she was honest by the Senate commission.

And Cody was required in the barracks with the 212th.

Ahsoka had taken the chance to volunteer, Rex giving his vod a soft word that he’d go with her.

It wasn’t that they didn’t trust her to take care of him, she was a teenager after all, a young woman she’d claim herself but…

‘Its not the duties of our children and teens to care for us,’ Anakin had stated sternly. ‘And Obi-Wan wouldn’t be comfortable asking you for a lot of things he might need. He barely asks me as it is and only reason he asks Cody is because Cody has him under a spell. We trust you Ahsoka, but Obi-Wan is stubborn.’ He had explained seriously, arms crossed over his chest.

Cody had just flushed at the ‘spell’ part, shrugging at her bemused look.

But explained like that, she couldn’t help but understand.

Master Obi-Wan was stubborn on the worst of days, he wouldn’t ask for help if he was bleeding out some days.

But thankfully, with Rex around, he seemed more willing to at least admit to needing help, despite flushing darkly each time, ears turning red as they settled on the couch, Ahsoka doing her best to distract the human.

Now however, he was asleep and Ahsoka took a deep breath, reaching out with the Force in an attempt to keep him asleep.

Carefully she shifted off the couch as he kept Obi-Wan stable with the Force, glancing to Rex for help.

The captain quickly stood from the recliner and stepped around the caff table, carefully cupping Obi-Wan’s head and upper shoulders. Slowly he tilted the redhead, lowering him towards the couch with Ahsoka letting go of her own Force hold until Obi-Wan’s head rested on the waiting pillow.

That done, Rex pulled the blanket on the back of the couch over the other human, both of them holding their breath when Obi-Wan let out a low noise and shifted.

But thankfully he didn’t open his eyes, simply breathed out heavily and came to a still, his chest rising and falling steadily.

The two watched him sleep for a long moment before Ahsoka let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “…He sleeps so much.” She whispered.

Rex glanced at her, pausing in tucking the blanket. “You know why, he needs it. Give him time.” He murmured quietly in return.

Logically she knew it as she stared where the blanket fell in, where legs had once been.

But what she logically knew and what she felt were two very different things.

Ahsoka missed sparring with her grand master.

Recovery was not a straight line and some days, Ahsoka felt like she had lost the grandmaster she had come to know.

Other days it felt like Obi-Wan hadn’t been hurt and he was his old self.

Tucking her arms around herself, Ahsoka guiltily wondered if she was good for his recovery or not.

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(I accidentally deleted the prompt)

aniseandspearmint asked:

Oh! I forgot, I wanted to ask, since you mentioned Alpha-17 in this, what does he think about this? He didn’t think much of the jedi, but he grew to respect and care for Obi-wan. Has he been told what the senate has been doing to the jedi? Did he have a heavy flashback to events like Fox did? Times when in hindsight it’s clear what had been done to Obi-wan and or Anakin, but he didn’t have the context to realize what had happened?

Raising his head slowly from his pad, Rex stared at Dogma, feeling an icy cold calmness settle in over his nerves. The meeting room was quiet, everyone stilling at Dogma’s musing and even more when Rex attention was caught.

Dogma looked like he regretted saying anything, clenching the pad in his own hands where he had been looking over his portion of the feeds Fox had sent over.  

“…Would you repeat that again trooper?” Rex stated calmly, feeling calm but from the way Dogma paled, some of the murderous intent hidden under it all must be leaking out.

Shifting in his seat, glancing around at the mix of 212th and 501st that were involved in figuring out who had General Kenobi last night, Dogma opened his mouth, closed it then squared his shoulder. “I-It was just ideal musing really sir but, well, a lot of the commanders… they look like the Generals…” He repeated, stammering a bit as he started nervously rubbing at the edge of his tattoo near the lip.

Rex continued staring at him, his gaze burning.  

Licking his lips, Dogma shifted. “I mean, there’s Commander Grey’s General and Commander, they look alike,” Depa Billaba and Caleb Dume. “That little Initiate that looks like General Ti in the temple,” Rex knew who he was talking about, little thing with a blue saber. “And Commander Iron’s little commander looks like…” Dogma trailed off, looking even more nervous now.

Cal Kestie’s, commander of the 13th battalion.

Little commander Kestie with red hair, pale skin and freckles.

Rex felt the pad crack in his hands, the screen warping along the break as heavy realization sunk in and he faintly realized Longshot was suddenly slamming his fist into the wall.

Cal Kestie looked like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“That’s… just the ones at the top of my head,” Dogma continued, warily glancing at Longshot where the trooper was now pressing his head to the wall. “I bet if we looked at records, we’d find out other older Generals look like many of those that are now and if we really looked at the little ones in the temple…” He trailed off and then shrugged awkwardly.

He didn’t really need to say more.

Not when everyone knew what he was implying and was likely right about.

This was not what Rex had been expecting when Cody left with the General, eyes asking them to find out who the hell hurt Obi-Wan. He had been expecting to be gnashing his teeth and glaring at cams as he tried to follow the Jedi through the halls and figure out which karking monster had him.

Now he was stuck thinking about all the little Jedi younglings who looked like older Generals, now he was stuck thinking about the commanders he had seen that looked like their masters or grandmasters.

Now he was stuck thinking about how the rest of the galaxy had a hard on for said younglings and how much that must hurt the older ones. And how the older Jedi were victims of the damn Senate, the governing body of the inner core, because face it, outer core didn’t get effected by core politics.

He’d seen enough to know that.

Putting down his damaged pad, Rex buried his face in his hands and let out a deep breath.

Then he forced himself to take five breaths in through his nose and out of his mouth, just like Ordo had taught him.

It made him wonder about the Alpha and the Null clones.

He had heard from the Kamino guards that when Alpah-17 learned what was going on with the Jedi, he had apparently shot Senator Burtoni point blank.

He wasn’t… quite sure what that was about.

It was a terrible risk to shoot a longneck on Kamino, the chances of hiding it from the rest of them were low, especially such a high prolific member as Senator Burtoni had become. So that left the question of why Alpah had shot her.

He knew it couldn’t be pure rage but as far as Rex knew, the longnecks didn’t have sexuality in the same way as most species in the galaxy and relied more on cloning for their generations, the impact of cloning and ‘bettering’ their genetics for survival doing something to their libido or that’s what Kix had said.

So it wasn’t related to the Jedi being unable to say n-Rex paused before lifting his head, thinking furiously.

No didn’t have to mean only sexual consent, no could mean… other things.

No to examinations, no to invasive study, no to…  

Force, the fox hole just kept getting deeper and deeper and Rex decided that he would have to contact Alpha, because speculating like this was only hurting his head.

‘Fucking longnecks. Fucking Senate. Fucking Ruusan Reformation.’

In sightlessbird what’s the chances of us getting some pain? The only thing I love more than bonding with the clones is protective clones. And hurt Obi, of course.

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The 501st is grounded.

Normally, that be a reason for relaxation, the troopers and Jedi taking advantage of the downtime to decompression, to sleep, train and do anything but think about the war as best they could. But the reason for their grounding makes any form for decompression impossible.

Someone poisoned their commander.

Someone went out of their way to target an underage Jedi padawan.

Now, it could be because Obi-Wan was the padawan of the Hero with no Fear, Anakin Skywalker prolific in the war along with his master and whoever had targeted Obi-Wan on the CIS side feared what he could become under the guidance of Skywalker and Jinn.

But such reasons became moot to Rex when faced with his commander looking like a pale doll, laying on a too large medical bed with an oxygen mask on his face, his loose hair spread around his head like a halo.

The poison had left Obi-Wan’s face puffy, the scar across his face looking worse than usual and his skin has taken greyish tinge and the slow and sometimes stuttered breath had Rex anxiety clawing up the walls.

He wanted to punch someone but that was the last thing he could do in the Jedi halls of healing, standing at the end of Obi-Wan’s bed as machines monitored and breathed for him.

Beside him, Fox stood quietly too, staring at their boy with a stoic look on his face. But his eyes were reddened, telling Rex everything he needed about how the other trooper was really feeling about the entire situation.

Both jerked too when Obi-Wan breath wheezed and stuttered again, the boy twitching on the bed in pain despite being unconscious as his heart rate spiked for a few moments. Then it went back to the new normal.

The poison had given Obi-Wan arrhythmia and the skipping of the heartbeat made Rex mouth fill with saliva each time he heard it, the nausea rising its head like an angry viper.

Still he made no motion to leave.

He couldn’t.

He needed more information, needed to know that Obi-Wan was going to be alright, that they had gotten the boy to the healers in time, that Kix had kept their commander stable long enough for it to matter.

The door opened and both troopers turned abruptly, watching as General Skywalker walked in.

The man looked pale, tired and he jerked in surprise at seeing them.

Then he relaxed a moment later, a weak smile crossing his face that threatened to send Rex to his knees at the implication of it. “Should have figured I’d find you two here.” The Jedi murmured, making his way in to sit down Obi-Wan’s bedside, gently grasping the hand not fitted with an IV line.

“Sir.. is… will Obi-Wan…” Fox spoke up, not as familiar with Anakin as Rex.

Letting out a deep sigh, Anakin gave the commander a small smile. “At ease. Obi-Wan will be fine, we got the antidote into him quickly enough to prevent permanent damage,” He murmured, watching both troopers slump with their relief, Fox holding onto the foot of the bed end for support. “He’ll need a few weeks to recover, that’s a given but he will recover, make no doubt about that.” He continued quietly.

Rex ran his shaking hand over his face.

Great stars, he wasn’t going to loose his little commander just yet, not this one and he sent off of a prayer to every goddess and god he knew of that might listen and one to the Force just for precaution, thanking all of them for not taking Obi-Wan away.

“What worries me,” Anakin continued, both looking back to the Jedi. “Is the fact that someone tried to finish Obi-Wan off and that someone was on Coruscant.” He gave both of them a meaningful look as he sat there with Obi-Wan’s hand in his lap.

Fox and Rex traded looks.

They had worried about that too but their worry about Obi-Wan’s life had taken priority.

Now that they knew their vod’ika would be fine, that he would just need time, the thought was once more back.

“…I’ll send out feelers into the underworld on Coruscant,” Fox stated grimly, eyes dropping to Obi-Wan’s swollen one. His lips pulled into a thin line as he stared at the little Jedi and then he moved forward, carefully stroking his hand over Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Rest up Birdie. I’ll come see you again.” He promised softly.

Below the gaze of the three, Obi-Wan continued sleeping, unaware of the direction his life would take.

Oh no is padme one of those senators in dangerous galaxy??

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Staring, Cody wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing.

This was one of the last things he had been expecting when he had entered the lounging room behind Senator Amidala’s office, the space where she entertained guests and made less official negotiations possible.

Or well, he knew WHAT but the why was kinda escaping him.

Anakin however perked up when the captain and the commander stepped in, waving his gloved mech hand at them since his other was resting on the table beside him, his fingernails glittery blue as he sat reclined back in an upholstered chair. “Rex, Cody! Hey, you’re here.”

In front of him, in a similar chair that had obviously been dragged closer, Padme Amidala sat with the Jedi’s feet in her lap, completely focused on painting the nails on the left foot, the other already finished.

Those too were also covered in glittery blue nail polish.

She gave an absent greeting, clearly wanting to focus on doing her job correctly.

“What’s going on here?” Rex managed to get out, voice strained and Cody could just feel the way the other was tempted to go for the blaster.

Technically, she was touching the Jedi.

But this seemed…

Harmless.

And Anakin Skywalker looked happy, so this wasn’t some kind of feminization kink or humiliation thing, not with how content he looked and Cody had seen both Obi-Wan and Anakin with painted nails before actually.

“Nail painting?” Anakin glanced at the preoccupied senator then back at them. “Padme tries to make sure that when I’m on Coruscant, no one else can request me. Bail tries to do the same for Obi-Wan. But we were kinda bore-”

Senator Amidala let out a huge snort. “You were bored, I was doing my paperwork.” She sniffed delicately before straightening, smiling happily as she picked up the polish bottle from the table and screwed the brush in.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so I was bored. I forgot to bring my tech this time. Excuuuuse me.” He pouted at her.

‘They’re friends.’ The realization hit Cody like a hammer and he felt something deflate inside him.

Relief maybe.

Because for the first time since this entire thing started, they have allies, allies with power that can keep the Jedi safe.

Or at least do SOMETHING.

Finally, the Senator finishes up and pats Anakin’s foot, smiling at him before turning her eyes to Rex and Cody. “Please, take a seat. I apologize for not offering sooner but I was never really good at painting nails and I need to focus when I do it.” She sighed slightly.

Grabbing chairs, the two troopers did as told, settling down as Padme lifted a piece of white machinery from the table. Turning it on, it lit up in blue and she held it over the nails she had just painted.

If Cody was to take a guess, it was something to make the nail polish dry quicker likely.

Rex was still vibrating a bit, most likely the leftover rage and adrenaline more than anything and clearly Anakin realized it by the way he sent the captain a concerned look.

Thankfully though, he said nothing as Amidala instead started talking. “Bail and I, along with a few of the more agreeable senators have been trying to get rid of the…” She trailed off, her eyes twitching a bit before she sighed deeply. “The servitude the Jedi order has to the Senate. Unfortunately the Senate moves slowly and quite a few are very unwilling to give up on it.” Amidala stated bitterly, staring down at Anakin’s feet on her lap, tilting the machine in her hand lightly to turn the light.

Cody and Rex exchanged glances as Anakin made his focus his own finger nails, studying how they glittered in the light.

But his ears were red, a sign of his humiliation.

“Is…is there anything we can do?” Cody finally questioned.

That got him a wry smile along with something steely in Amidala’s expression, her eyes darting to Anakin before back to Cody. “Well, unless you have power in the Senate or storm it, I don’t think so.” She stated in a light tone.

Cody felt his breath catch a bit.

She knew.

Or at the very least she suspected.

And would work with the clones since she gotten Anakin to invite them here to this private moment.

That was… a surprise, Padme Amidala’s ideals for peace and justice were strong.

But what was happening to the Jedi order, to the clones and to many of the outer and middle core planets were injustice. Injustice that the Senate did not move to aid or fix. “I see… you help the Jedi then?” He glanced at Anakin too.

Perking up at that, Anakin nodded. “Padme tries to take our slots as best she can. She can’t always help or even help everyone, neither can Senator Organa. But they try, they and a few others.” He grinned happily.

‘Can’t always help.’ The word stuck with Cody and he could spot the Senator hand curving almost protectively around the bump of Anakin’s ankle, as if she could shield the bigger man from the threat other Senators posed.

Can’t always meant that some had asked for Anakin.

Looking at the Senator, Cody waited until she lifted her eyes to meet his. Only then did he give a vicious smile, watching how her eyes widened in surprise before she matched it.

The Troopers had an ally with teeth.

Ok I was trolling through Distant Pain as I do and I need Obi Wan being fretted over by the medics, especially with how the vode have adopted him pleassseeee

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Wiggling slightly, the Jedi let out a soft noise. “…I feel like I’m swaddled. What in the world did you do to me Kix?” Obi-Wan questioned with some drowsy bemusement.

The medic popped into view, raising one brow as he peered down at Obi-Wan. “Because technically, I guess you are swaddled. You have a cocktail in your system thanks to Ventress and I’d rather you not try moving with it, especially after hanging upside down.” He stated a tad dryly.

“You almost fell flat on your face when you tried walking sir, I agree with Kix.” Dogma stated from the end of the bed and Obi-Wan flopped his head to look at the two troopers sitting at the end of his bed, both Zuru and Dogma radiating approval.

Clearly they were very happy that Obi-Wan wasn’t going anywhere.

He pouted at them slightly, wiggled again then gave up, huffing softly as he settled.

Not that he was really about to complain, it was mostly for show.

He was seriously comfortable, warm and wrapped up with some of his favorite people around him.

“I’m not shocked, the drugs Ventress has given him is low grade outside of the Force inhibitor,” Kix continued, patting Obi-Wan on the head before gently rubbing when Obi-Wan tilted into the petting. “Without the Force to flush it, its having some ugly side effects and I wouldn’t be shocked if he comes up with a cold or something, his immune system is compromised currently. And we’re not even talking about hanging upside down for hours.” Kix sighed deeply.

Zuru let out a grumble before patting Obi-Wan’s leg, all of them aware how touch starved Obi-Wan was and doing their bits to help him. “Okay, well, how about you tell me about this disemboweling thing you mentioned General, cause I sure as kark don’t know about that.” He huffed.

Opening his mouth, Obi-Wan blinked and tilted his head when he heard a crash, feeling Kix hand in his hair had gone still. He found Rex on the floor, having crashed into Helix when the medic and captain entered. “I’m sorry, the what now?” The blond seethed, staring at them as he pushed himself up, ignoring Helix hand.

Most likely due to not noticing but still, Helix pouted a bit at being ignored before his eyes too snapped to Obi-Wan.

Wiggling a bit inside his blanket, Obi-Wan huffed. “Bah, early carrier, encountered a smuggler with a sickle as a weapon,” He giggled slightly to himself as he remembered the mission. It was suppose to be an easy one and had turned into a shit show that involved spice, child slaves and his guts spilling out of him. “She split me from hip to hip in almost a vertical line and it all spilled out of me.” He giggled some more because clearly the smuggler hadn’t anticipated it anymore than Obi-Wan.

She had ended up vomiting from the sight of Obi-Wan’s organs being on the outside and he had slammed her to the wall, knocking her out as his guts laid bare for the world.

One of the older kidnapped kids, almost a teen, had been the one to help him get it back into place and wrap Obi-Wan’s robe around his midsection until they could get help.

From the sights of it, the troopers didn’t find it funny at all, Dogma looked like he was about to vomit as he made those distressed clicking noises he made and Zuru looked like he wanted to scream as Cotton crawled into the pilots lap.

“…You aren’t leaving the sight of of the vode,” Rex stated, his the finger he was leveling at Obi-Wan shaking a bit and Obi-Wan becoming a bit cross eyed from looking at it. “Someone is always going to be by you, ner vod, because trouble is attracted to you.” He wheezed.

Obi-Wan pouted, would complain if it wasn’t for Kix fingers scratching at his scalp, the hooped up Jedi missing the tremble in the medic hand and Helix getting an Iv ready with wide eyes.

How the hell did their idiot Jedi brother survive before them!

I am SO in love with sightlessbird! I had no idea how much I needed Obi-Wan to have a bunch of ori’vode, (especially Fox!!!) so all the binding is making me so happy! How does the 501st handle their baby commander spending so much time with Fox and the Corascant Guard? Do they try to steal him back, or have competitions on who can be the best big bros?

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Perking up when he felt several familiar signatures in the Diner, Obi-Wan latched onto Fox hand and tugged on it as the commander stepped out of the skycar after Obi-Wan. “Come on, come on, lets go inside.” He squeaked eagerly, flushing slightly when he heard several amused snorts.

But he couldn’t quite find it in himself to care as Fox simply chuckled and reached out to ruffle his tied hair with his other hand. “You got it verd’ika, you still know what you want in there?” He murmured as he guided Obi-Wan towards the door, easily guiding him around a few civilians with the rest of the guards shoring up the back.

Slipping in with a nod, Obi-Wan took a moment to orient himself before letting go of Fox hand to shoot forward to the third booth in the diner. “Rex!” He greeted cheerfully.

There was a squeal, the clatter of a cup, a loud THUMP of a lot of plastoid hitting something and a deep groan.

Obi-Wan blinked heavily as a stunned silence descended with someone choking on a bit of food from what he could tell.

“…Did you just try to jump out of the window Captain Rex?” Fox questioned in a flabbergasted voice right behind Obi-Wan.

“…Maybe,” Rex admitted, flopping down into his seat as someone cackled a bit to their left, Obi-Wan recognizing it as Fives with someone, most likely Echo, hissing at him. “Look, I wasn’t expecting this and the last time I saw the commander, I was trying to get him to stop carrying a bomb over his head to throw at droids,” Rex groaned before pausing. “…You don’t have a bomb right now, right commander?” He stated warily.

Flushing deeply, Obi-Wan squirmed before pouting, he wasn’t THAT bad was he?

Sure, he had a tendency to somehow come over grenades and bombs in the field they found out but…no that bad!

“No, I just came from blaster practice with the guards, Fox agreed to get bantha burgers.” His pout gave way to excitement, absently noting Anakin checking over him in their bond.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fare at the temple, a mix of everything from all over the galaxy to cater to the multitude of species and cultures different Jedi came from, but sometimes you couldn’t beat a greasy burger and a milkshake.

There was a slight laugh and a woosh of air, another hand suddenly ruffling his hair. “Well, then, that sounds like a much better idea… no bombs?” Rex tacked on again, even as he ruffled.

“No bombs.” Obi-Wan assured, wiggling a bit as Fox settled his hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Birdie, lets get you that food and find a place to sit. This booth is full.” He chuckled, gently pulling Obi-Wan to the counter.

Which made sense, it felt like outside of one or two souls, there were only troopers in the diner at that moment and troopers tended to pile up together when they could Obi-Wan knew.

A burst of joy came from the front and Obi-Wan steeled himself as there was a loud laugh from the back kitchen. “OBI-WAN! My favorite little Jedi!” Dex roared out with delight, Fox letting go just in time for the besalisk to come around and lift Obi-Wan into a hug, all four arms involved.

“Hey Dex.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, grinning as he was sat down on an available stool, wiggling happily as he bought his legs up and tucked them under himself.

A shift on his other side told him that Fox was sitting down too. “The usual kiddo?” Dex questioned, his breath smelling of warm cinnamon and sugar, the besalisk must have been in his pastry again he figured as he nodded eagerly. “With a chocolate milkshake if you please.”

Another warm laugh, a hair ruffle and then Dex turned to Fox, his droids already getting the rest of the guards order.

The bustling of the diner, familiar people and the smell of food closed in around Obi-Wan and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved it at the diner.

The company, the smell, the sensations…

Yeah, this was a safe space for him.

In Dangerous Galaxy, why does Ponds have a black eye? Or I’m assuming he had a black eye. Is it because his men had to keep him occupied to avoid doing anything too rash?I can’t help but think of Mace, not only is this power trip physical but I wonder if they’ve said something verbally to him too? Aahh. My poor Mace 😭 Is there any outward effects now that the Lightning squad knows and maybe past it off for something else?After the Vode burn down the Senate, there is a ton of healing and therapy to do…

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Settling his hip against the table, Cody let out a deep sigh as he waited on the General to answer his damn comm.

The meeting hadn’t really lead to much, just vague plans, names that they were going to get rid of, Fox suggesting they burn down the Chancellor office, Ponds complaining about the shiny that gave him the black eye during sparring, set up by his men to keep Ponds from killing everyone and so on and forth with the others.

Oh and Ponds crying into the table while Fox awkwardly patted the others back.

Honestly, he felt with the other.

Beside Obi-Wan, Mace Windu was the most popular pick.

Made sense with how stationary he was on Coruscant but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Ponds less.

Cody had made an effort not to say anything about how Aayla Secura most likely would have topped the list too if it wasn’t for her habit of staying away from the core.

Maybe for the very reason the troopers were going to burn the Senate down. But yes, he wasn’t about to say that out loud, Bly was already a angry ball.

If he said that, Bly was going to go feral for sure.

Shaking himself, Cody frowned when only audio feed filtered in. “Skywalker here.” Came the absent answer, a quiet humming from someone else in the feed filtering in.

Cocking his head, Cody glanced at Rex, the other shrugging.

As far as they knew, the other should be in the Jedi temple…

All three of their Jedi should.

“Commander Cody here, sir, I was wondering if we could talk. Privately.” He tacked on quietly, listening as the humming cut of, his frown growing as he exchanged a thoroughly confused look with Rex.

The voice had sounded female but it certainly was not Commander Ahsoka, so who…

“Oh, um, I don’t kn-what?” Someone else spoke up, clearly female but the actual words weren’t caught, just like the humming had been faint. But someone else was speaking to Anakin. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re most likely right bu-oh, I guess. Okay, um, Commander, I’m in Senator Amidala’s office right now, so if you’re still interested, she’d like to talk with you too.” The Jedi stated a tad bemusedly.

Cody’s veins froze over with ice.

A Senator.

Senator Amidala.

A Senator their Jedi seemed fond of but that could be a fucked up relationship still, a ‘kind’ Senator that took advantage of the Jedi while seeming good.

His eyes shot up, finding the entire room staring at him or his comm, Wolffe looking like he was about to tear through the door any second and Ponds red rimmed eyes wide as he stared at Cody in horror.

“Commander?” Anakin’s puzzled voice echoed over the comm, over the roar of Cody’s blood and he cleared his throat, feeling like it was too dry.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes, I’m bringing Rex with me.” He said, trying to get over the buzzing in his ears.

So far, Amidala had been far down on the list, they had bigger fish to fry, those that requested Jedi every week, those that left visible marks or clearly was hooped up on some power fantasy or hurt the ones the troopers loved but…

This meeting would show where Amidala laid on the scale and if they needed to get rid of her.

She was a force for good, for peace in the Senate, just like Organa.

But Cody wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if he found what he worried the most about ever since Anakin had come to him with panic in his eyes in a fancy ballroom.

Clipping his comm to his belt, Cody looked to Rex before both jammed their buckets on.

It was make or break down for Senator Amidala and Cody feared what he would find.

“If she’s touching him…” Rex voice trembles, cracking as it comes out through his vocoder but the force of it gains him everyone’s attention. “If she’s using him, I’m killing her. You can’t stop me. He can’t stop me. I’m killing her if she’s one of those demagolka.” He rasped out.

Cody simply rested his hand on Rex pauldron for a moment before moving, feeling everyone’s eyes on them as they made their way out.

He wouldn’t be stopping Rex if that turned out to be the case, no. If anything, he’d be holding the General back because he doubted Rex would be able to hold himself back if that was what they were about to walk in on.

I love Floralskin!! Mainly because of the Rexwalker, but Obi-Wan with a flower on his face from Cody’s scar is also pretty neat. Could we see the next part? Maybe Rex convincing Anakin to tell Obi-Wan about what Palpatine tried to get him to do and them realizing he’s the Sith? Love all your stories!! 💙🥰

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Pausing, Anakin tilted his head at his soulmate. “What did you say?” He questioned with amusement, waiting for Rex to lift his head from his arms.

Turning it enough so he could peer blearily at Anakin, Rex let out a small grunt of disgruntlement at the stopped massage. “I said, you should talk with General Kenobi,” He repeated, giving a little happy sigh when Anakin started rubbing slowly at his back again. “It would help to talk with him. I know osik all about Force stuff but what the Chancellor told you sounds like…” He grimaced for point.

Honestly, when they had arrived back at Anakin’s quarters, the taller blond had still been less than settled and had therefore dragged his soulmate into the bedroom.

Of course, Rex was willing to do anything to help out Anakin, even if he wasn’t quite in the mood. Still, he had let Anakin undress him, his armor set to the side, a bit confused by Anakin telling him not to bother with the Jedi’s clothes.

It made more sense though, when instead of lube, Anakin had grabbed massage oil from his bed drawer and gently encouraged Rex to lay down on his stomach.

Now wholly onboard, knowing how tactile his soulmate was, Rex settled down on top of the covers and rested his head on his arms, smiling slightly as Anakin straddled Rex rear.

The weight had been comforting and the smell of the oil, a cloves Rex thought, had been soothing with the dimmed lights of the bedroom.

Added along with Anakin’s warm hands, the other having heated his mech arm up so the glove wasn’t cold, it made for a gorgeous sensation as Anakin slowly started kneading muscles, working at soreness in Rex back.

It had been so peaceful and Rex was sure the other must be using some kind of weird Force technique on Rex muscles, with how good the massage felt. Or maybe it was just that Anakin knew how to work his hands on muscles.

Hell did Rex know.

And then Rex had to open his fat mouth and interrupt the moment, Anakin now frowning faintly as he stared down at his hands on Rex oily skin. “I… don’t know. Maybe I’m overreacting?” The other blond mumbled, nervously shifting on top of Rex.

Grunting, Rex shifted then pushed at one of Anakin’s knees, encouraging the Jedi to shift up a bit so Rex could turn around on his back, uncaring of getting oil on the sheets. Instead he worked his arms around Anakin’s waist, staring up at him seriously. “You will listen to me Anakin Skywalker, you can be dramatic and you can be a bit too much sometimes,” The Jedi winced. “HOWEVER,” Rex continued sternly. “You are not overreacting. What Chancellor Palpatine told you was horrifying.” He scowled.

Sucking on his bottom lip, Anakin reached out to gently thumb at the flower on Rex face, tracing it with a tender touch. “…What if Obi-Wan thinks I’m silly?” He whispered, his emotions tangling with anxiety in the captain’s head.

Nuzzling at the others fingers, Rex raised his brows at his soulmate. “Do you really think he will?” He wryly questioned in return.

There was a pause and then Anakin shook his head, smiling shakily.

“Then you know you can go to him. He’ll listen.” Rex added, pulling Anakin down to kiss him softly, feeling the other smile into the kiss.

He knew Anakin would go speak with Obi-Wan.

Oh, DangerousGalaxy is running into a HUGE tipping point, I can just feel it! The Troopers are going to be UNBELIEVABLY pissed and protective over their Generals and Commanders! And just the fact that Anakin sniffed out Palpetine’s bad intentions because of the preventative classes they take in this AU was just GENIUS! I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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Skywalker has gone to bed.

After explaining what he could, after all, history and law isn’t his strong suit, Skywalker returned to Obi-Wan, the two Jedi sharing a room. The blond had awkwardly explained that he didn’t like leaving the older Jedi alone after occasions like this, even if they had been interrupted.

It brought up bad memories, for both.

And neither Cody nor Rex had missed the man’s reaction of heading to an office.

That left Rex and Cody, the blond having dug through the entire mansion before finding alcohol.

Expensive shit even.

Whoever this mansion belonged to had taste, even if Cody only knew that because Obi-Wan was happy to share his preferred alcohol with his commander during late brain storming sessions.

Rex had poured two full glasses of the whiskey he had found, neither in the mood to pretend that they were just drinking to enjoy.

How could they, after what they had learned?

With what they had learned, things slotted into place, the way some Jedi dressed and covered themselves up. The way others bore their skin openly, as if begging to be looked at.

Cody remembered reading about sexual assault survivors.

How different they could cope.

Some becoming promiscuous and others hiding themselves.

How some reverted to hurting others again and for a horrible moment, Cody’s mind flashed to Krell.

Had that been a reaction born out of feeling powerless?

It wouldn’t make the incident okay in the slightest. Vode had died that day, and if it hadn’t been for Skywalker getting a bad feeling and returning early, more would have.

But it would give even more context, context he sure as shit wasn’t about to tell others about. Rex and the rest didn’t need to think about that.

And powerless…

The book had talked about how survivors would seek other means to control over their bodies. From self harm to food intake.

It was something to be on guard for, as sick as Cody felt, he would have to bring it up with the other commanders and captains. The others needed to know.

Hell, the entire GAR needed to kno-

“Do you think Fox knows?” Rex whisper snapped Cody out of his own head, his eyes finding familiar amber ones. Rex had sat himself against the desk where Anakin had been earlier, hand clenched on the glass of whiskey.

The question made his brain halt.

Did Fox know that their Jedi were being abused?

And not told them?

It seemed…

No, no that was an unjust assumption.

Fox was many things and his distance from the war along with the rest of the CG could mean that the rest of the troopers didn’t always appreciate them. But Fox would never stand for such sexual assault.

Because that was what it all boiled down to.

The Jedi were being sexually abused, even if they didn’t see it that way but as duty.

So he shook his head. “No. We’ll talk with him, see what he thinks and what he’s seen, because he will have seen something. But I will bet you that he doesn’t know what’s going on behind closed doors.” Cody whispered roughly.

Rex’s shoulder slumped and he nodded, both of them going quiet once more.

But with Rex question came the sudden thought of Amidala. Skywalker always looked happy to see her, but was that genuine.

Was she friend or foe?

Was Organa friend or foe?

The Chancellor was not a friend, at least half of the Senate was not, the galaxy was not the friend of the Jedi, that much Cody knew.

No, it wasn’t enough to abuse them, the Senate also had to throw them into the war.

It had never made sense to Cody, the concept of the Jedi having clones made, especially after he had learned from Wolffe that the Jedi that supposedly had them created was dead before the order for the clones were made.

And then there was the sheer credits the Kaminoan’s would have asked for, the Jedi didn’t have that. Or well, if they had, it would have been noticed because large transactions out of the Republic for clones…

Well you don’t just move that much credits without someone noticing, someone that had most likely been silenced about it.

Now this.

“…I’m going to burn down the Senate.” He stated quietly, lifting the whiskey to drink. He could feel Rex staring at him as Cody swallowed the burning liquid down, could feel the weight of the gaze.

When his glass was lowered, he meet Rex gaze again, the two vode staring at each other before a vicious smile crossed Rex face when he realized that Cody was serious. “Good. I’ll help.” Rex lifted his glass in a salute and then drained it in one go.

One brother talked into it.

Now for the rest.

Frankly, he’d have to get Sinker or Boost to sit on Wolffe when they informed him, else he’d go ripping apart the Senate on his own for their buir.

Dangerousgalaxy: I don’t know about Obi-wan but I’d be totally shaken after that. Please tell me Anakin gives him a hug or something. How do the clones react to all this now?

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Taking a deep breath as he rested his hand on the door, Anakin glanced behind him once more for strength before he left the room, the image of a sleeping and comfortable Obi-Wan helping him step outside into the dim hallway.

Just as he had expected since sensing their unique auras, Cody and Rex were waiting for him, both sitting on a crate with their knees knocking together, Rex with his head tilted back against the wall and Cody with his elbows on his knees, head low.

The noise of the door opening however had them both sitting straight, looking at Anakin with searching, worried eyes and in Cody’s case, raw anger.

But Anakin had expected that ever since they returned to the mansion they had been given for the karking charity ball, since hearing Cody’s short, angry little orders to his men, getting the guards set up around the mansion they were using so no one but Jedi or troopers could get in, Anakin’s arm wrapped around Obi-Wan’s slumped shoulders.

He was just grateful both commander and captain had understood that the Jedi needed time to themselves, that they had waited out here as Anakin had sat with Obi-Wan and held the other, as much for his own sake as Obi-Wan.

Able to feel both troopers outside as he pressed his face to Obi-Wan’s neck and rocked the slightly shaking Jedi master.

He had honestly known the moment he told Cody to stop Obi-Wan from going with the Senator that the troopers would want answers, answers to one of the most well kept secrets of the Jedi order that only members knew.

Knew and swore each others to secret on, for their own comfort and sanity.

If the entire galaxy had known just how little control the Jedi had when it came to the government they served…

Anakin knew that there would be even less respect, even in places where Jedi weren’t actively despised or watched with wary interest.

And yet Anakin didn’t know how to start as he stared at the two men, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as he peered at the troopers.

Finally, Cody got to his feet, glancing to the closed door first then up to Anakin. “There’s a room down the hall, its sound proof, looks like a meeting room.” He informed Anakin quietly.

Swallowing thickly, unbidden memories rising, Anakin gave a short nod and marched down the hall, Cody and Rex catching up quickly with the former moving into the lead.

It was a nice enough office, dimly lit with a couch against the corner, an imitation wooden desk in the middle with a fancy looking chair behind it, paintings on the wall of landscapes and fake bookshelves that were suppose to give the impression of being real and therefore expensive, the air slightly stale but Anakin didn’t mind, it made him relax.

Rex instantly moved to the bookshelf, likely noticing something not quite right, tapping his gloved fingertips against the fake book spines before turning with a bewildered look on his face.

Anakin shrugged, moving to sit down on the desk while crossing his arm over his chest. He didn’t get it either.

Real books were worth a ton, the temple had a few and so did Obi-Wan actually, gifts throughout his life, it was why Anakin identified them as fake instantly. Real books had a… smell to them, it would have been in the office along with the staleness.

It was a smell he associated with Obi-Wan by now, the safety of their quarters and the quiet knowledge that no one would get them in their temple. The books and his teas.

Cody, clearly restless, was pacing back and forth, his helmet thumping quietly against his thigh from his belt as he glanced to Anakin, waiting but not asking outright.

Letting Anakin find the words to explain the things he doesn’t want to, what feels like a betrayal to the other Jedi if he speaks about it.

But this is their troopers, troopers who fought with them and not against them.

Who might be able to help them, just like Cody did tonight.

Running his flesh fingers through his hair, Anakin let out a shuddering breath as he let that thought power him through. “…We can’t say no,” He finally stated quietly, feeling Rex’s full attention turn to him and Cody pause, the man staring at the floor but no longer moving. “I don’t know how it came to be, I’m no history buff but Jedi can’t say no to a Senator of the Republic, somehow, our servitude to the Republic has been… twisted into a place where we aren’t allowed to say no.” Anakin is grateful that he can’t see Rex face in that moment, that Cody isn’t looking at him.

But the feel of the troopers horror and the burning rage that is building in them is enough, their anger shouldn’t make him relax and yet…

“We… there’s so few rules in place and we can’t fight either, the Senate has too much power over the Jedi, can take away so much from us,” Anakin admitted, shame and tiredness rising in him, memories flashing. “Nothing permanent and no one under the age of twenty, its to give Jedi padawans time to find… someone, to avoid a Senator being their first and all padawans are warned at sixteen, its why some leave then.”

Anakin, due to the war, had rarely been called to the temple due to that, having turned twenty the year of the war.

But Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan had been so popular, well known and beautiful as a young man, the young Jedi becoming defined and well known after the Naboo invasion. Normally Senators only came over Jedi occasionally and learned the names of certain ones, so they weren’t called too often.

But if they got famous in the Senate, if they were council members…

Hell, even Mace Windu was called often, though a tired Obi-Wan had once explained that it was a power move for most Senators that called on Mace, a powerful man like Mace Windu, having him on his knees in front of them, degrading him in some manner.

There were quite a few Senators that got off on power apparently.

He remembered bitterly how happy Obi-Wan was to find out the Chancellor was on ‘their’ side, that he spoke to Anakin like a person, spoke to him with warmth and treated Obi-Wan kindly.

Only for both of their hearts to burn when Anakin recognized grooming tactics from his lessons by Master Luminara in the temple, her quiet, steady words in his mind as Palpatine hand rested chillingly on Anakin’s shoulder, his words praising and yet isolating at the same time.

He remembered the look of utter defeat on Obi-Wan’s face after that, Obi-Wan returning from Senator Faraway, the collar of his tunic pulled up high and yet Anakin still able to spot the darkening redness on the pale skin.

That day, something in Anakin had broken, seeing the expression on his mentors face too alike something he had seen on his mother’s face.

He just hoped that he wasn’t making a mistake in informing the commander and captain, Cody once more pacing, his heels pounding the duracrete as Anakin wrapped his arms tightly around himself once more.