Clones taking care of Jedi and the Jedi taking care of clones

Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501st
and the 212th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.

O.O Moddy? DocileDoll? Would the Rebellion reeeaaally let ObiWan settle in one place? The Negotiator, with all that knowledge of people and events from before the Empire, MUST be an important and VALUABLE playing piece on the board. And for the last known Jedi to stay in one place?? Vader wouldn’t have to hunt too hard, hmmmm? So. Protective custody maybe? How WOULD Obi and the clones react??

Jerking
awake when the door snaps open abruptly, Obi-Wan reaches for the
saber that no longer hangs on his belt as the light floods the room
and momentarily blinds him. For a moment he thinks Vader has found
him regardless of them drifting in space, for a moment he wonders if
he’s going back to his docile state.

And
then he remembers he’s not wearing a belt at this moment, he’s
wearing thin shift clothes and his eyes become accustom to the light,
showing him only Rex striding quickly into the room.

The
former GAR captain is dressed
in his old armor and is
armed to the teeth with blasters and viroblade as he snatches
Obi-Wan’s boots and socks out of the little locker in the room.

“Rex’s
wha-” Obi-Wan sits up, throwing his feet over the end of the bed as
he tries to question the man only for Rex to kneel down and quickly
slide his socks onto Obi-Wan’s feet.

“We
don’t have long, we have to go.” Rex said gruffly, snapping on
Obi-Wan’s boots with a rougher grip than normal since Obi-Wan
arrived at the Rebellion thanks to Rex rescue.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stood obediently, confused as he took note of the pack
hanging on Rex back as the man threw
Obi-Wan’s robe around him, fastened it and then took
a hold of his hand and pulled him out into the bright,
gray
hallway.

He’s alarmed
to see Waxer and Boil kitted out in their old armors right
outside his room and
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to stare at a togruta that had been
helping
him hours
earlier,
laying out on the floor in a still manner with a clearly knocked over tray beside her.

“Knockout
gas,” Boil answered quickly, seeing the former generals face. “She’s alive.”

Even
more confused, Obi-Wan only followed, trusting these men with his
life and sanity as he followed through the corridors and elevators to
the hanger of the ship.

The
entire way was paved with people knocked out where ever they had been
when the gas came and droids standing still, jerking or twitching as
they tried to boot themselves up as
Rex hurried them past with a determined look on his face.

Actually,
all three former troopers were oozing of a mix of protective rage,
determination and urgency.

‘What
happened while I was asleep?’ Obi-Wan wondered in surprise as the
elevator doors opened with a soft ping, eyes widening up when he
noticed the shuttle ready to take off in the hanger, troopers milling
around it.

He
recognized some of them.

Others
not.

But
all of them were armed to the teeth and in armor.

When
they saw the group making their way towards them, they all finished
up their tasks and made their way into the shuttle where Rex pulled
Obi-Wan up the ramp along. “We’re all here! Raise the ramp and
go!” Rex called sternly before turning to Obi-Wan. “…Okay…
now you can ask.” He said quietly.

“…What
the kark is going on Rex?” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes wide, his free
hand shaking.

Things
had not made sense since Anakin became Vader and right now he
wondered…

“The
Alliance leadership are desperate,” Rex started slowly. “They…
were going to force you to help, to guilt you into it… as your duty
to the fallen Republic as a Jedi. We couldn’t allow that,” Rex
explained quietly before glancing around the cargo hold of the
shuttle they were taking out. “Vader will be after you, they know
it, they were going to use you as bait and…” The captain
swallowed.

Waxer
spoke up. “We
got our hands on an old refurbished CR-12 Corvette,” He smiled
happily only for the smile to fade. “They’re not using us and
they’re not using you. We’ve bleed enough for people who never
cared. And if we find vode and Jedi along the way, we’ll take them
with us as we take potshots at the Empire but we’re not being used by others, not anymore.” He added softly.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan looked at the serious faces around him before letting out a
quiet nose and stepping into Rex space, wrapping his arms around the
mans neck to hide his face in a pauldron. “…Thank
you.” He breathed out, feeling arms slowly come up around him in
return.

“An
par solus, bal solus par an Obi-Wan.” Rex murmured.

‘All
for one, one for all… fitting.’ Obi-Wan tightened his hold.

O.O Moddy? DocileDoll? Would the Rebellion reeeaaally let ObiWan settle in one place? The Negotiator, with all that knowledge of people and events from before the Empire, MUST be an important and VALUABLE playing piece on the board. And for the last known Jedi to stay in one place?? Vader wouldn’t have to hunt too hard, hmmmm? So. Protective custody maybe? How WOULD Obi and the clones react??

Jerking
awake when the door snaps open abruptly, Obi-Wan reaches for the
saber that no longer hangs on his belt as the light floods the room
and momentarily blinds him. For a moment he thinks Vader has found
him regardless of them drifting in space, for a moment he wonders if
he’s going back to his docile state.

And
then he remembers he’s not wearing a belt at this moment, he’s
wearing thin shift clothes and his eyes become accustom to the light,
showing him only Rex striding quickly into the room.

The
former GAR captain is dressed
in his old armor and is
armed to the teeth with blasters and viroblade as he snatches
Obi-Wan’s boots and socks out of the little locker in the room.

“Rex’s
wha-” Obi-Wan sits up, throwing his feet over the end of the bed as
he tries to question the man only for Rex to kneel down and quickly
slide his socks onto Obi-Wan’s feet.

“We
don’t have long, we have to go.” Rex said gruffly, snapping on
Obi-Wan’s boots with a rougher grip than normal since Obi-Wan
arrived at the Rebellion thanks to Rex rescue.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stood obediently, confused as he took note of the pack
hanging on Rex back as the man threw
Obi-Wan’s robe around him, fastened it and then took
a hold of his hand and pulled him out into the bright,
gray
hallway.

He’s alarmed
to see Waxer and Boil kitted out in their old armors right
outside his room and
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to stare at a togruta that had been
helping
him hours
earlier,
laying out on the floor in a still manner with a clearly knocked over tray beside her.

“Knockout
gas,” Boil answered quickly, seeing the former generals face. “She’s alive.”

Even
more confused, Obi-Wan only followed, trusting these men with his
life and sanity as he followed through the corridors and elevators to
the hanger of the ship.

The
entire way was paved with people knocked out where ever they had been
when the gas came and droids standing still, jerking or twitching as
they tried to boot themselves up as
Rex hurried them past with a determined look on his face.

Actually,
all three former troopers were oozing of a mix of protective rage,
determination and urgency.

‘What
happened while I was asleep?’ Obi-Wan wondered in surprise as the
elevator doors opened with a soft ping, eyes widening up when he
noticed the shuttle ready to take off in the hanger, troopers milling
around it.

He
recognized some of them.

Others
not.

But
all of them were armed to the teeth and in armor.

When
they saw the group making their way towards them, they all finished
up their tasks and made their way into the shuttle where Rex pulled
Obi-Wan up the ramp along. “We’re all here! Raise the ramp and
go!” Rex called sternly before turning to Obi-Wan. “…Okay…
now you can ask.” He said quietly.

“…What
the kark is going on Rex?” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes wide, his free
hand shaking.

Things
had not made sense since Anakin became Vader and right now he
wondered…

“The
Alliance leadership are desperate,” Rex started slowly. “They…
were going to force you to help, to guilt you into it… as your duty
to the fallen Republic as a Jedi. We couldn’t allow that,” Rex
explained quietly before glancing around the cargo hold of the
shuttle they were taking out. “Vader will be after you, they know
it, they were going to use you as bait and…” The captain
swallowed.

Waxer
spoke up. “We
got our hands on an old refurbished CR-12 Corvette,” He smiled
happily only for the smile to fade. “They’re not using us and
they’re not using you. We’ve bleed enough for people who never
cared. And if we find vode and Jedi along the way, we’ll take them
with us as we take potshots at the Empire but we’re not being used by others, not anymore.” He added softly.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan looked at the serious faces around him before letting out a
quiet nose and stepping into Rex space, wrapping his arms around the
mans neck to hide his face in a pauldron. “…Thank
you.” He breathed out, feeling arms slowly come up around him in
return.

“An
par solus, bal solus par an Obi-Wan.” Rex murmured.

‘All
for one, one for all… fitting.’ Obi-Wan tightened his hold.

Report to the senate- Anakin insists that Palpatine would never harm the Jedi and that Obi wouldn’t be afraid if there wasn’t something wrong with the order.

Staring at the other with his
jaw dropped, Obi-Wan quickly stood on bare feet and backed away from
him even as Anakin blinked at him in return. “What?” Anakin said
defensively.

“…I
just showed you my scars and you… that…” Obi-Wan face was
troubled and he jerked back when Anakin stood, ensuring the distance
was kept. “You
think we want separation because we’re hiding?!”
He snapped out incredulously.

“Oh
come on Obi-Wan, Palpatine isn’t that way.” Anakin frowned deeply
at the other man, discomforted by the others worried face and clear
distance as he kept out of reach for his former padawan.

“And
the rest of the Senate?” Obi-Wan rasped before raising his hands.
“Actually you know what, clearly I’ve misjudged your
understanding of these situations if you think the entire Senate
agrees with each other. Not to mention that Chancellor Palpatine has
already reinforced
restrictions for Force sensitive on
Coruscant that has
harmed us.” He bit out, backing away when Anakin moved towards him.
“Don’t get close to me Anakin, I showed you my scars and you
throw my pleadings back in my face.” He growled out before marching
away.

Leaving
his boots behind and a desolate Anakin who sat heavily down on his
fighter wing once more as he dropped his face into his hands with a
tired little groan.

He
hadn’t meant to upset Obi-Wan, he had just…

Force
what had he meant?

Obi-Wan’s
legs were a clear indication of what people were capable when it came
to Force sensitive and Anakin
knew
that not everyone agreed. Force there were those who sold padawans to highest bidders, tried to pretend to be Jed it to abduct Force sensitive as Ahsoka was living proof of.

‘Why
did I try to defend the Senat-wait, did Obi-Wan say the Chancellor
already put in stricter laws on Coruscant? For Jedi?’
He jerked his head up, eyes wide before getting to his feet and
marching off to his tent, desperately pulling out his terminal to
access the holonet.

()()()

Sliding
slowly and carefully into the hot spring, Obi-Wan hissed at the heat
as he nervously tried not to slip on any of the smooth stones that
littered the natural stone ledges of the spring.

Finally
however he sunk down to his shoulders in the water and groaned deeply
at how the heat worked away at his sore muscles, the scent of the
water almost spicy that had Obi-Wan suspecting the hot spring was
created from underground lava most likely, passing through ice at
some point to leave the hot spring hot but not boiling hot to the
point of injury or potential death.

The
cloudy blue water felt marvelous though and finally he could let go
of his tenseness from earlier, Anakin’s words haunting him like a
persistent sickness.

Anakin
had never been outright stupid.

A
bit silly at times yes, sometimes deliberately obtuse in certain
situations but never outright moronic and yet in this situation
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel that this was just what his former
padawan was being.

This
was a new level of stupidity that Obi-Wan honestly did not think
Anakin capable of and…

And
was it Obi-Wan’s fault?

‘Did…
did I not teach him well enough? Should I have shared my scars
earlier?’ Obi-Wan stared into the cloudy water before jerking a bit
when there was a splash, chuckling faintly as a spluttering Gus came
up from the clouded water not far from him with Waxer and Boil
cackling together.

Clearly
they had been the culprit that shoved Gus into the water for a laugh
and Cody was just rolling his eyes at them as he continued undressing
to get into the water.

Deciding
to just let it go, Obi-Wan settled on the ledge with his arms moving
back onto the ledge behind him to rest his elbows, letting his head
fall back to close
his eyes and listen to the troopers delight in the hot spring with
him, smiling contently when Cody settled down next to him on the
ledge.

Maybe
he could deal with Anakin another day.

His
legs throbbed in phantom pain for a moment.

Report to the senate- Anakin insists that Palpatine would never harm the Jedi and that Obi wouldn’t be afraid if there wasn’t something wrong with the order.

Staring at the other with his
jaw dropped, Obi-Wan quickly stood on bare feet and backed away from
him even as Anakin blinked at him in return. “What?” Anakin said
defensively.

“…I
just showed you my scars and you… that…” Obi-Wan face was
troubled and he jerked back when Anakin stood, ensuring the distance
was kept. “You
think we want separation because we’re hiding?!”
He snapped out incredulously.

“Oh
come on Obi-Wan, Palpatine isn’t that way.” Anakin frowned deeply
at the other man, discomforted by the others worried face and clear
distance as he kept out of reach for his former padawan.

“And
the rest of the Senate?” Obi-Wan rasped before raising his hands.
“Actually you know what, clearly I’ve misjudged your
understanding of these situations if you think the entire Senate
agrees with each other. Not to mention that Chancellor Palpatine has
already reinforced
restrictions for Force sensitive on
Coruscant that has
harmed us.” He bit out, backing away when Anakin moved towards him.
“Don’t get close to me Anakin, I showed you my scars and you
throw my pleadings back in my face.” He growled out before marching
away.

Leaving
his boots behind and a desolate Anakin who sat heavily down on his
fighter wing once more as he dropped his face into his hands with a
tired little groan.

He
hadn’t meant to upset Obi-Wan, he had just…

Force
what had he meant?

Obi-Wan’s
legs were a clear indication of what people were capable when it came
to Force sensitive and Anakin
knew
that not everyone agreed. Force there were those who sold padawans to highest bidders, tried to pretend to be Jed it to abduct Force sensitive as Ahsoka was living proof of.

‘Why
did I try to defend the Senat-wait, did Obi-Wan say the Chancellor
already put in stricter laws on Coruscant? For Jedi?’
He jerked his head up, eyes wide before getting to his feet and
marching off to his tent, desperately pulling out his terminal to
access the holonet.

()()()

Sliding
slowly and carefully into the hot spring, Obi-Wan hissed at the heat
as he nervously tried not to slip on any of the smooth stones that
littered the natural stone ledges of the spring.

Finally
however he sunk down to his shoulders in the water and groaned deeply
at how the heat worked away at his sore muscles, the scent of the
water almost spicy that had Obi-Wan suspecting the hot spring was
created from underground lava most likely, passing through ice at
some point to leave the hot spring hot but not boiling hot to the
point of injury or potential death.

The
cloudy blue water felt marvelous though and finally he could let go
of his tenseness from earlier, Anakin’s words haunting him like a
persistent sickness.

Anakin
had never been outright stupid.

A
bit silly at times yes, sometimes deliberately obtuse in certain
situations but never outright moronic and yet in this situation
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel that this was just what his former
padawan was being.

This
was a new level of stupidity that Obi-Wan honestly did not think
Anakin capable of and…

And
was it Obi-Wan’s fault?

‘Did…
did I not teach him well enough? Should I have shared my scars
earlier?’ Obi-Wan stared into the cloudy water before jerking a bit
when there was a splash, chuckling faintly as a spluttering Gus came
up from the clouded water not far from him with Waxer and Boil
cackling together.

Clearly
they had been the culprit that shoved Gus into the water for a laugh
and Cody was just rolling his eyes at them as he continued undressing
to get into the water.

Deciding
to just let it go, Obi-Wan settled on the ledge with his arms moving
back onto the ledge behind him to rest his elbows, letting his head
fall back to close
his eyes and listen to the troopers delight in the hot spring with
him, smiling contently when Cody settled down next to him on the
ledge.

Maybe
he could deal with Anakin another day.

His
legs throbbed in phantom pain for a moment.

Please could you continue in the risk ? A few clones go to the Creche to learn and help. Of course Anakin interprets it the exact false way and now thinks his Master doesn’t know which one is the father!

Pulling
of his shoes, Obi-Wan smiled warmly at Dolan. “I brought a few
volunteers with me to help with the babies and younger creche
members, I
know there’s always some shorthand when it comes to feeding time.”
He said warmly as the troopers followed suit and removed their boots.

It was a good thing they had one
civvies outfit because Obi-Wan was rather certain that they couldn’t
cuddle babies in armor.

Dolan chuckled, bowing to
Obi-Wan and the group with the troopers quickly bowing a bit
awkwardly in return as they weren’t used to it. “Indeed but
considering we just had a few arrivals, they are well welcome.” The
long haired man with kind brown eyes stated.

“New arrivals?” Obi-Wan
questioned in interest as he, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Wooley, Chopper and
Longshot followed quickly behind the creche master. “Oh
and by the way this is Cody, Boil, Waxer, Wooley, Chopper and
Longshot.” He quickly introduced his men-

Dolan sent each of them a warm
smile. “Indeed,
Master Plo and the Wolfpack intercepted a slavery
smuggling ring
wandering
around as ‘Jedi’, taking
Force sensitive children to sell,” The man gave a tight grimace.
“Some of them are unfortunately rather traumatized by the treatment
they were put under but we are trying our best to help them.” He
lifted the rail guard for the youngest members, ushering his
volunteers into the rooms that were reserved for only the youngest
that could not fend and wander for themselves.

There were a few muffled curses
in mando’a behind Obi-Wan and he could understand that.

There were always someone taking
advantage of in a time of vulnerability.

“So um, master Dolan,
we’ve never really been around babies…” Cody started, frowning
in worry as he glanced around. “I mean we look out for our young
vode but all of them are usually in the range of what is a human five
year old when we meet them.”

Obi-Wan’s heart throbbed at
that, wondering not for the first time just how bad everything was.
How compromised their ethics and morality had become…

It was a harsh blow to realize
and know what they were doing.

“Ah don’t worry about that,
we can show you what to do,” Dolan chuckled warmly, moving over to
one of the cribs. “Pay attention.” He reached down to show them
how to pick up a baby, the young togruta in a soft green onesie
gurgling at them all while grabbing at her caretakers tunic, a
guileless smile crossing her face as tiny lekkus twitched.

Each of them watched in
fascination and awe before Waxer eagerly moved to another crib and
carefully picked up a small bothan.

“Ah! A natural,” Dolan’s
words got a giant beam out of Waxer. “Now, everyone pick up a child
and check if their diapers need changing.
We shall feed them
afterward.”

Spreading out, each trooper
picked up a young baby, some sporting more obviously nervous
expression than others.

Obi-Wan, used to the creche as
Qui-Gon often took him to it for the little ones, easily picked up a
soft little human that he cuddled to his body, smiling at the dark
curls that covered the yawning babies head. ‘I’m going to have
one of these in a few months, a he or a she with maybe Cody’s dark
hair and golden eyes… they’d be so pretty with his eyes and
skin.’ He snuggled the baby then chuckled while wrinkling his nose.

This one certainly needed a new
diaper, he could smell that.

()()()

Tapping his comm, Anakin frowned
at the window of the bridge.

Around him his troopers milled
about, Rex barking out commands to ensure they were on the right path
since the Jedi was distracted.

But Anakin was thinking.

Ahsoka had called him.

Obi-Wan had apparently gone to
the creche, something that wasn’t all that uncommon before the war
broke out though Anakin knew he did not go as often after. He always
suspected that Obi-Wan found peace among the babies because he knew
exactly what the babies wanted from him, food, love, something clean
and warmth.

But his former master had also
brought with him his own troopers.

Several of them.

‘One of them is the dad… but
maybe Obi-Wan doesn’t know which one? Has he been spreading his
legs for his men?’ He bit his lower lip.

That was a cruel thought really,
Obi-Wan wasn’t…

But maybe he had?

Or had someone taken advantage?

Maybe Obi-Wan had during a
drunken revelry?

Or the troopers?

But Obi-Wan promised that
nothing bad was connected to the baby’s conception.

‘Maybe he and they just had
some fun together… and now he doesn’t know?’

Frowning deeply, Anakin decided
he would need to speak to Obi-Wan next time he saw him and this time
he would get answers without Obi-Wan sidestepping and distracting.

Please could you continue in the risk ? A few clones go to the Creche to learn and help. Of course Anakin interprets it the exact false way and now thinks his Master doesn’t know which one is the father!

Pulling
of his shoes, Obi-Wan smiled warmly at Dolan. “I brought a few
volunteers with me to help with the babies and younger creche
members, I
know there’s always some shorthand when it comes to feeding time.”
He said warmly as the troopers followed suit and removed their boots.

It was a good thing they had one
civvies outfit because Obi-Wan was rather certain that they couldn’t
cuddle babies in armor.

Dolan chuckled, bowing to
Obi-Wan and the group with the troopers quickly bowing a bit
awkwardly in return as they weren’t used to it. “Indeed but
considering we just had a few arrivals, they are well welcome.” The
long haired man with kind brown eyes stated.

“New arrivals?” Obi-Wan
questioned in interest as he, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Wooley, Chopper and
Longshot followed quickly behind the creche master. “Oh
and by the way this is Cody, Boil, Waxer, Wooley, Chopper and
Longshot.” He quickly introduced his men-

Dolan sent each of them a warm
smile. “Indeed,
Master Plo and the Wolfpack intercepted a slavery
smuggling ring
wandering
around as ‘Jedi’, taking
Force sensitive children to sell,” The man gave a tight grimace.
“Some of them are unfortunately rather traumatized by the treatment
they were put under but we are trying our best to help them.” He
lifted the rail guard for the youngest members, ushering his
volunteers into the rooms that were reserved for only the youngest
that could not fend and wander for themselves.

There were a few muffled curses
in mando’a behind Obi-Wan and he could understand that.

There were always someone taking
advantage of in a time of vulnerability.

“So um, master Dolan,
we’ve never really been around babies…” Cody started, frowning
in worry as he glanced around. “I mean we look out for our young
vode but all of them are usually in the range of what is a human five
year old when we meet them.”

Obi-Wan’s heart throbbed at
that, wondering not for the first time just how bad everything was.
How compromised their ethics and morality had become…

It was a harsh blow to realize
and know what they were doing.

“Ah don’t worry about that,
we can show you what to do,” Dolan chuckled warmly, moving over to
one of the cribs. “Pay attention.” He reached down to show them
how to pick up a baby, the young togruta in a soft green onesie
gurgling at them all while grabbing at her caretakers tunic, a
guileless smile crossing her face as tiny lekkus twitched.

Each of them watched in
fascination and awe before Waxer eagerly moved to another crib and
carefully picked up a small bothan.

“Ah! A natural,” Dolan’s
words got a giant beam out of Waxer. “Now, everyone pick up a child
and check if their diapers need changing.
We shall feed them
afterward.”

Spreading out, each trooper
picked up a young baby, some sporting more obviously nervous
expression than others.

Obi-Wan, used to the creche as
Qui-Gon often took him to it for the little ones, easily picked up a
soft little human that he cuddled to his body, smiling at the dark
curls that covered the yawning babies head. ‘I’m going to have
one of these in a few months, a he or a she with maybe Cody’s dark
hair and golden eyes… they’d be so pretty with his eyes and
skin.’ He snuggled the baby then chuckled while wrinkling his nose.

This one certainly needed a new
diaper, he could smell that.

()()()

Tapping his comm, Anakin frowned
at the window of the bridge.

Around him his troopers milled
about, Rex barking out commands to ensure they were on the right path
since the Jedi was distracted.

But Anakin was thinking.

Ahsoka had called him.

Obi-Wan had apparently gone to
the creche, something that wasn’t all that uncommon before the war
broke out though Anakin knew he did not go as often after. He always
suspected that Obi-Wan found peace among the babies because he knew
exactly what the babies wanted from him, food, love, something clean
and warmth.

But his former master had also
brought with him his own troopers.

Several of them.

‘One of them is the dad… but
maybe Obi-Wan doesn’t know which one? Has he been spreading his
legs for his men?’ He bit his lower lip.

That was a cruel thought really,
Obi-Wan wasn’t…

But maybe he had?

Or had someone taken advantage?

Maybe Obi-Wan had during a
drunken revelry?

Or the troopers?

But Obi-Wan promised that
nothing bad was connected to the baby’s conception.

‘Maybe he and they just had
some fun together… and now he doesn’t know?’

Frowning deeply, Anakin decided
he would need to speak to Obi-Wan next time he saw him and this time
he would get answers without Obi-Wan sidestepping and distracting.

(Father sheev) Ashoka and the 502st (especially Rex) notice that anakin is SUPER anxious/nervous/excited/distracted by something, and well they obvious know it’s to do with his “secret” husband, they want to know what it is. After all, they can’t help their master/general if they don’t know what’s going on. And they’re worried about Obi-Wan, whom they adore

Touching her
master’s elbow carefully, Ahsoka stared up at the tall human with a
small frown on her brow as he didn’t even seem to notice the touch
as he continued to stare at the stars passing them in hyperspace from
the bridge view. He’d been like this for almost a week now, strange
and the day after he had become like it, they had been recalled to
Coruscant for some reason.

Ahsoka was no ones
fool, this clearly had something to do with Governor Palpatine or she
was a rock fish.

From the looks on
the troopers faces, they too had clearly caught onto their General’s
mood and Rex made a little ‘go on’ motion with his fingers to
encourage her which had her rolling her eyes but nodding.

Shaking his elbow a
bit, Ahsoka finally got Anakin’s attention. “Oh, Snips. Sorry,
did you need me?” He blinked at her, visibly shaking himself out of
whatever funk he had put himself into.

Or that Obi-Wan had
put him into.

Pursing her lips,
Ahsoka weighted her options then just nodded firmly both to him and
herself. “Yeah, what’s going on with Governor Palpatine, is he
okay?” She asked bluntly.

Jerking a bit in
visible surprise, Anakin gained a spooked, taun taun in headlight
look as his hand flew to the dragon cuff on his ear. “I have no
idea what you’re asking about, Governor Palpatine?” The human
spluttered, shaking his head.

Gaining a
deadpanned look on her face, Ahsoka raised her tattooed brow. “We’re
stationed out in the mid-rims engaged with the CIS when suddenly you
go weird and sulky and then a day later we’re suddenly summoned
back to Coruscant. There’s not a lot of people who have the power
to just summon us back to Coruscant out of the blue but the
Chancellor could and most likely would at the request of his own
son,” She summoned up sufficiently before sighing. “And there’s
not many people left you’d worry this badly about.” Ahsoka added
more quietly.

Anakin looked away,
obviously his mind turning to Qui-Gon and Shmi quite obviously.

Then he sighed and
crossed his arms over his chest. “…Obi-Wan is having some issues
and that’s all I’ll say until I can speak to him but… he’s
healthy. That’s all I’ll say.” He looked back at her, his face
turning stern when she opened her mouth. “No Ahsoka. This is not
just about me but Obi-Wan too, respect his right to privacy.” He
growled.

Lifting her hands
in surrender, Ahsoka nodded as her lekku’s twitched. “…But he
is healthy?” She asked, brows bunching up with worry.

Softening at that,
Anakin nodded with a small smile. “He’s healthy, you don’t have
to worry about that Snips.”

Letting out a
breath of relief that was echoed around the bridge from the troopers
who quickly pretended they hadn’t been listening by suddenly
becoming very busy with their own things, Ahsoka smiled up at Anakin
and huffed a soft laugh when he rubbed her monterals in an
affectionate touch.

“Come on,
standing here sulking won’t help anyone,” Anakin chuckled, a
touch quieter than he normally would but still a warm sound. “Lets
go find R2 down in the hanger. I promised him I’d look at his
servos and give him an oil bath and now is as good a time as any. You
have the bridge Captain.” Anakin moved to the doors as Rex called
out in affirmation, Ahsoka following quickly.

Well, at least
Anakin wasn’t outright sulking in that strange mood of his even if
they were no closer to knowing what was going on.

At least the
Governor was healthy, Ahsoka didn’t want to know what would happen
if Obi-Wan Palpatine ever died.

Anakin would not
handle the threat well.

(Father sheev) Ashoka and the 502st (especially Rex) notice that anakin is SUPER anxious/nervous/excited/distracted by something, and well they obvious know it’s to do with his “secret” husband, they want to know what it is. After all, they can’t help their master/general if they don’t know what’s going on. And they’re worried about Obi-Wan, whom they adore

Touching her
master’s elbow carefully, Ahsoka stared up at the tall human with a
small frown on her brow as he didn’t even seem to notice the touch
as he continued to stare at the stars passing them in hyperspace from
the bridge view. He’d been like this for almost a week now, strange
and the day after he had become like it, they had been recalled to
Coruscant for some reason.

Ahsoka was no ones
fool, this clearly had something to do with Governor Palpatine or she
was a rock fish.

From the looks on
the troopers faces, they too had clearly caught onto their General’s
mood and Rex made a little ‘go on’ motion with his fingers to
encourage her which had her rolling her eyes but nodding.

Shaking his elbow a
bit, Ahsoka finally got Anakin’s attention. “Oh, Snips. Sorry,
did you need me?” He blinked at her, visibly shaking himself out of
whatever funk he had put himself into.

Or that Obi-Wan had
put him into.

Pursing her lips,
Ahsoka weighted her options then just nodded firmly both to him and
herself. “Yeah, what’s going on with Governor Palpatine, is he
okay?” She asked bluntly.

Jerking a bit in
visible surprise, Anakin gained a spooked, taun taun in headlight
look as his hand flew to the dragon cuff on his ear. “I have no
idea what you’re asking about, Governor Palpatine?” The human
spluttered, shaking his head.

Gaining a
deadpanned look on her face, Ahsoka raised her tattooed brow. “We’re
stationed out in the mid-rims engaged with the CIS when suddenly you
go weird and sulky and then a day later we’re suddenly summoned
back to Coruscant. There’s not a lot of people who have the power
to just summon us back to Coruscant out of the blue but the
Chancellor could and most likely would at the request of his own
son,” She summoned up sufficiently before sighing. “And there’s
not many people left you’d worry this badly about.” Ahsoka added
more quietly.

Anakin looked away,
obviously his mind turning to Qui-Gon and Shmi quite obviously.

Then he sighed and
crossed his arms over his chest. “…Obi-Wan is having some issues
and that’s all I’ll say until I can speak to him but… he’s
healthy. That’s all I’ll say.” He looked back at her, his face
turning stern when she opened her mouth. “No Ahsoka. This is not
just about me but Obi-Wan too, respect his right to privacy.” He
growled.

Lifting her hands
in surrender, Ahsoka nodded as her lekku’s twitched. “…But he
is healthy?” She asked, brows bunching up with worry.

Softening at that,
Anakin nodded with a small smile. “He’s healthy, you don’t have
to worry about that Snips.”

Letting out a
breath of relief that was echoed around the bridge from the troopers
who quickly pretended they hadn’t been listening by suddenly
becoming very busy with their own things, Ahsoka smiled up at Anakin
and huffed a soft laugh when he rubbed her monterals in an
affectionate touch.

“Come on,
standing here sulking won’t help anyone,” Anakin chuckled, a
touch quieter than he normally would but still a warm sound. “Lets
go find R2 down in the hanger. I promised him I’d look at his
servos and give him an oil bath and now is as good a time as any. You
have the bridge Captain.” Anakin moved to the doors as Rex called
out in affirmation, Ahsoka following quickly.

Well, at least
Anakin wasn’t outright sulking in that strange mood of his even if
they were no closer to knowing what was going on.

At least the
Governor was healthy, Ahsoka didn’t want to know what would happen
if Obi-Wan Palpatine ever died.

Anakin would not
handle the threat well.

What’s the culture like for the Kenobi-clones in NoTwoAreAlike? Do they get lessons in Mando’a like Fett’s clones or does Obi-Wan teach them the way he learned in the crèche? I’m so curious about how they raise the baby clones, especially since they’re not allowed to “eliminate” clones that aren’t up to standard. And did Obi-Wan collect other former or failed Jedi to help him teach? Do any current Jedi volunteer?

It takes more than
a little maneuvering but Obi-Wan has been on Kamino for years
and the seeds of his control had been sowed ages ago to eventually
bring the brothers to safety.

It takes a bit of
trickery with the cameras, the droids all get shut down and all
alarms for the ships get shut down.

By the time the
longnecks figure it out, Obi-Wan is already in the air with all the
clones on Kamino since technically the vode are under the
jurisdiction of the Jedi and therefor the Jedi do have the legality
of moving them from Kamino.

And the Kenobi
clones?

Obi-Wan paid for
them.

Technically they
belonged to Obi-Wan and therefor the Kamino’s had no right to them.

“All the pods are
alright?” Obi-Wan questioned, scrolling through the pad with a
small frown.

Col nodded, his
hair pulled back in a long ponytail. “Yes Al’verde. The last
batches are all safely secured and will be ready for decanting when
we reach our destination.” The one armed former trooper asked no
question of where they were going or why they were going.

They had the utter
trust in Al’verde and that he only had the best intention for all
of them and that made Obi-Wan smile faintly.

‘If I was a
lesser man I could have taken advantage of them. Its a good thing I
am me.’ Obi-Wan thought to himself as he ignored the Fett clone and
Kenobi clone sucking faces through the open door as Burnaton came in
with a new pad of information.

“We’ve managed
to set up a schedule of classes while on board via holo between the
ships sir, but I’m a bit worried about the physical activity
schedules for the younglings as I’m not sure the training rooms can
provide the level they’re used to from the facility. And the Force
lessons for the redbacks will have to be rescheduled too since we
don’t have enough teachers anymore.” Burnaton said with a furrow
on his face, scrolling through his pad.

Holding out his
hand, Obi-Wan let out a hum. “I suggest we take what we get… and
maybe take the time to allow some fun now that we’re out of the
longnecks eyes, let them play some games, play some tag, hide and
seek, let them enjoy themselves,” He chuckled quietly. “And the
Force lessons will have to wait until we land again I believe.”

Burnaton looked
unhappy. “As you say sir.”

Giving back the
pad, Obi-Wan chuckled, patting Burnaton on the shoulder. “Rest it
easy my friend. We’ll arrive in a week and than you can make them
train once more but how about you let them enjoy some fun and maybe
even give them the choice of learning optional things?” He raised a
brow.

“Sir forgive me
but considering you offer things like arts and language to the
troopers and your own clones, I don’t think they really need
alternative lessons. And the hop-outs are given lessons in whatever
may make them useful from cooking, tech and mechanic.” Burnaton
frowned at him.

“Then allow the
kids to reach for one of those too, cooking is good for after the
war.” Obi-Wan turned back to the viewscreen, watching the stars
pass them by with a small smile as he suddenly felt like the weight
of the galaxy was pulled off his shoulders for the first time in
almost a decade as he settled into a slouched parade rest.

“If I may ask
sir,” Gummer looked up from the nav computer, peering uncertainly
up at him with amber eyes flickering nervously. “Where are we going
with everyone sir?”

The bridge went
quiet and Obi-Wan smiled at Gummer to show him that he did not mind
the question. “I guess everyone can know now that we’re already
on our way,” He chuckled softly, taking note of vode and his own
clones relaxing at the noise. “We’re going to where the Jedi
order is now located. We are going to Devaron.”

A fire of whispers
filled the bridge, excited, curious and delighted in nature.