clones | SWpromptsandask

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?

Posted on september 20, 2018 av swmoddy

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.

I cannot wait to read more Forgotheold! I love how there are little mentions of Cody’s heart breaking for his general. And how Anakin is seeing things in a new light. What’s next? Do we see his and Obi-wan’s time together? You wrote he’d hero-worshipped Qui-Gon, I can’t imagine that was always fun for Obi-Wan. Keep up the excellent work, love your writing!

Posted on september 10, 2018 av swmoddy

The world was
swirling, a constant source of colors and sound, bombs going of in
the far distance and the close, the screams, laughter, cries,
Obi-Wan’s name, Anakin’s, the sound of pleading in Obi-Wan’s
voice and Anakin could hear Obi-Wan’s voice pleading him,
pleading Anakin to stay as an image of Obi-Wan cradling a young
Anakin to his body flashed by them and Anakin couldn’t remember
this memory at all!?

When had that
happened? What mission? Where?

“W-What’s going
on!?” Boil called out, Waxer pulled tight to his side.

“He’s
disrupted the flow of the artifact,
Obi-Wan disrupted the artifact,”
Anakin said, voice thick. “That’s why we’re here, why there’s
no rhyme or reason to the order we see the memories, before we went
forward, this is obviously going both back and forward at the same
time because he threw us out of his head instead of letting it go to
the natural conclusion.” He shook his head.

“Its no longer
lineal.” Rex said, staring at an image of a laughing young Obi-Wan
twirling around a blond he identified as a young Duchess Kryze.

“Right.” Anakin
agreed as the world finally stopped being a swirl of color and became
drab and brown.

Qui-Gon stood at
the top of a ship transport, staring down at an all too young Obi-Wan
at the bottom of it.

Obi-Wan’s face
was a picture of stubborn determination while the Jedi master was the
picture of shaken shock.

And then he turned
grim. “You either come with me now Obi-Wan or you stay on this
planet.” He said sternly.

A bad feeling
welled up in Anakin’s chest as he watched his all too young looking
master take a step back followed by another. “We can’t just leave
them Master! They’re just kids, they aren’t even my age most of
these, we have to stop the war!” He called back.

“This mission was
a rescue for Tahl, not a negotiation. Its not Order or Senate
sanctioned and if you stay, you stay not as a member of the Jedi
Order.” Qui-Gon’s words were stern and Obi-Wan’s face turned
into shock.

Anakin felt like he
needed to vomit, what was THIS!?

“…Then I guess
I’m not your padawan anymore am I.” Obi-Wan whispered, taking two
steps more back.

Qui-Gon’s face
turned blank before he gave a sharp nod and stepped back, the ramp
being lifted as Obi-Wan stared at it before the teen turned and ran
towards the forest edge, the sound of a bomb going off somewhere far
away but they never got to see what else happened as once more they
were thrown around, this time forward.

Oh no, it was
Anakin.

“You’re not a
little boy anymore, but as long as you are my student you will heed
my wisdom.” Obi-Wan said seriously, his face stern and Anakin
remembered this, he had taken it as a scolding and responded in kind.

“You’re right,
I’m not a little boy anymore.” The younger and clearly bristling
Anakin Skywalker turned to his master. “And as far as your wisdom
go, you are no Qui-Gon Jinn!” He snapped at him before looking away
and therefor completely missing Obi-Wan’s eyes go wide and
horrified and his mouth drop open.

And then his serene
mask dropped like a durasteel curtain before the memory moved away
once more.

“…General?”
Fives said quietly, visibly disturbed.

“…I was young
and chaffing at bonds. I didn’t…” Anakin rubbed at his face.
“Obi-Wan has always been there, I just haven’t always appreciated
it as I should have.” He whispered, the memories still moving
without order.

And on wards the
merry-go went with them as its passengers, everyone contemplating
what they learned.

I cannot wait to read more Forgotheold! I love how there are little mentions of Cody’s heart breaking for his general. And how Anakin is seeing things in a new light. What’s next? Do we see his and Obi-wan’s time together? You wrote he’d hero-worshipped Qui-Gon, I can’t imagine that was always fun for Obi-Wan. Keep up the excellent work, love your writing!

Posted on september 10, 2018 av swmoddy

When had that
happened? What mission? Where?

“W-What’s going
on!?” Boil called out, Waxer pulled tight to his side.

“Its no longer
lineal.” Rex said, staring at an image of a laughing young Obi-Wan
twirling around a blond he identified as a young Duchess Kryze.

“Right.” Anakin
agreed as the world finally stopped being a swirl of color and became
drab and brown.

Qui-Gon stood at
the top of a ship transport, staring down at an all too young Obi-Wan
at the bottom of it.

Obi-Wan’s face
was a picture of stubborn determination while the Jedi master was the
picture of shaken shock.

And then he turned
grim. “You either come with me now Obi-Wan or you stay on this
planet.” He said sternly.

Anakin felt like he
needed to vomit, what was THIS!?

“…Then I guess
I’m not your padawan anymore am I.” Obi-Wan whispered, taking two
steps more back.

Oh no, it was
Anakin.

And then his serene
mask dropped like a durasteel curtain before the memory moved away
once more.

“…General?”
Fives said quietly, visibly disturbed.

And on wards the
merry-go went with them as its passengers, everyone contemplating
what they learned.

I hope you’re enjoying your break! Since you were kind enough to recommend we reread Wearyheads (eating disorder Obi), I was wondering if you wanted to continue it? Maybe Obi is having trouble regaining the weight because of his disorder and he’s getting frustrated with the well-meaning helpers. Or he just has a bad day and needs some comfort?

Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

Anakin is hovering
like some great big bird of prey, the blond hanging over the back of
Obi-Wan’s chair with his big dark robes lightly blowing from the
slight breeze that comes through the window as he switches between
anxiously tripping like the giant bird he’s pretending to be as he
glances down at Obi-Wan and then glares at whoever dares disturb them
as Obi-Wan continues slowly drinking his tea with a large, somewhat
scratchy blanket wrapped around the quivering redhead.

If it wasn’t so
tiring Obi-Wan might find it amusing that Anakin was behaving like
some sort of protective predatory bird… or chicken.

Actually yes, a
clucking, roosting chicken might be better.

A large nesting,
motherhen chicken.

But then again the
troopers aren’t exactly any better as they pretend they aren’t
fully watching him throughout most of the day and while Obi-Wan knows
they are trying not to be overbearing…

They are.

They really, really
are.

‘Easy Obi-Wan,
you know they aren’t trying to make you infirm or helpless, they’re
just worried and don’t quite know how to help you since pushing is
wrong.’ He reminded himself firmly.

Still, him taking a
tumble into the icy water on his first campaign he returned to was
honestly just bad luck.

Finally he let out
a heavy sigh and looked up at Anakin, frowning at his former padawan.
“Anakin, I’m not going to catch my death just by our troopers
stepping in and out of command. I’m just slightly chilled from my
trip into the water as I’m still not considered…” Here he
pursed his lips before letting out a deep sigh.

“Healthy?”
Anakin returned dryly before sighing. “I’m just worried about you
master, I’m surprised the council and healers let you go back so
early. And don’t you dare deny it master.” He outright scowled
when Obi-Wan opened his mouth. “I saw the report, Master Windu made
damn sure I saw your weight scale decline over time from when I was a
padawan to now.” Anakin said sternly.

Deflating a bit at
that, Obi-Wan sighed and finished off his tea before lifting his cup
to the blond. “I know, I’m not… denying it.” He added quietly
even as Anakin snorted. “Denying it anymore that is. However I do
not appreciate this either, all this hovering. I know its too early
to start treating me as normally and yes you do have to watch me as I
am not starving myself consciously, but please believe me when I say
I do not do this on purpose to forget to eat or avoid it and I do not
appreciate this endless need you all seem to have to monitor my every
move. I need you all to at least trust me with other things even if
you can’t trust me when it comes to my food consumption.” He
murmured.

Hesitating a bit,
Anakin’s shoulders slumped and his weren’t the only ones as
several clones had been paying attention too even as they worked.
Carefully the blond pressed the tea into Obi-Wan’s too thin fingers
now that they were out of their gloves. “I know, I just keep
wondering what else I missed. I’ve been with you longer than anyone
and just…” He shrugged a bit. “I don’t mean to make you feel
weak or…” Anakin floundered a bit.

“Frail? Feeble?”
Obi-Wan added gently, smiling slightly before he took a sip of the
tea now that it had cooled off a bit.

“…That, yes.”
Anakin pulled over one of the stools and sat down beside Obi-Wan,
watching him.

After a second,
Obi-Wan reached out and stroked Anakin’s curls out of his face,
tucking them behind Anakin’s ear before resting his hand on the
others shoulder. “I forgive you. Just… think about it in the
future please. I promise to do my best.” He murmured, hand resting
on the others shoulder.

Smiling at that,
Anakin nodded. “Then I promise to do my best.”

Chuckling faintly,
Obi-Wan playfully tweaked Anakin’s earlobe before nodding. “That’s
all I ask for Anakin, all I ask of anyone.” He sipped his tea.

I hope you’re enjoying your break! Since you were kind enough to recommend we reread Wearyheads (eating disorder Obi), I was wondering if you wanted to continue it? Maybe Obi is having trouble regaining the weight because of his disorder and he’s getting frustrated with the well-meaning helpers. Or he just has a bad day and needs some comfort?

Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

If it wasn’t so
tiring Obi-Wan might find it amusing that Anakin was behaving like
some sort of protective predatory bird… or chicken.

Actually yes, a
clucking, roosting chicken might be better.

A large nesting,
motherhen chicken.

But then again the
troopers aren’t exactly any better as they pretend they aren’t
fully watching him throughout most of the day and while Obi-Wan knows
they are trying not to be overbearing…

They are.

They really, really
are.

‘Easy Obi-Wan,
you know they aren’t trying to make you infirm or helpless, they’re
just worried and don’t quite know how to help you since pushing is
wrong.’ He reminded himself firmly.

Still, him taking a
tumble into the icy water on his first campaign he returned to was
honestly just bad luck.

“Frail? Feeble?”
Obi-Wan added gently, smiling slightly before he took a sip of the
tea now that it had cooled off a bit.

“…That, yes.”
Anakin pulled over one of the stools and sat down beside Obi-Wan,
watching him.

Smiling at that,
Anakin nodded. “Then I promise to do my best.”

Chuckling faintly,
Obi-Wan playfully tweaked Anakin’s earlobe before nodding. “That’s
all I ask for Anakin, all I ask of anyone.” He sipped his tea.

Galleri | Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

astral-veil:

rumor says that the 212th always have wifi.

Source: astral-veil

Galleri | Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

astral-veil:

rumor says that the 212th always have wifi.

In claws and wings, do the clones have to take a special animal class before they meet their jedi, do the jedi have a manual for people how are going to be their handlers, or are they just winging it and trying not to get their hands bitten. How did the clones react to the first time their jedi shift forms.

Posted on mai 13, 2018 av swmoddy

So its like this,
Jedi are shifters.

All the vode knew
this from the moment they left the tank that Force sensitive beings
were shifters who could change into animal shapes at will though they
were locked in said form for an hour and more depending on desire at
the initial change as far as they can understand. And there’s no
cooldown period, a Jedi can go from wolf to their natural shape to
changing into a snake in less than a minute with need.

But in the shift
period they are also vulnerable to their instincts.

That is to say that
Jedi train themselves to focus on their missions, on their work but
once they lose the sight of their goal, the instincts of the animal
they were usually took over as was obvious when Mace Windu of all
Jedi attempted to attack his own reflection while a nexus.

Ponds still cradled
his head in his arms and moaned in guilt if it was brought up.

“To be fair.”
Wolffe pointed out to all of them. “We are kind of muddling our way
through it, no one really taught us animal care or Jedi care. We’re
soldiers who picked up animal care for our Generals sake since we
care for them.” He shrugged and then downed the beer in his hand
only to choke and sputter as he registered it had been spiked by Cody
with chili, the man chasing after his vode as they blew off steam.

Wolffe had been
right though, they were muddling their way through it all.

It was honestly
amazing that none of the Jedi had bitten their caretakers though to
be honest, only a handful of Jedi did transform when it was only
clones around them as caretakers. Most preferred to have another Jedi
on hand just in case things went wrong.

However General
Kenobi, Skywalker, Windu, Koon, Billaba and Commander Tano and Dume
all trusted them to look after them in shifted state.

It could be a
serious responsibility, especially when they shifted into pack
animals that relied on social construct where the vode had to prove
their position within such an arrangement. But…

Rex still
remembered the first time Ahsoka in her little feline form had
crawled into his lap and nuzzled into his stomach, looking pleadingly
up at him while lashing her tail.

She had melted for
the petting and ear scratching and not long after that, Anakin had
come too, headbutting Rex hands in his own canine form of some kind
of desert wolf, seeking affection.

Cody himself
remembered their general in a large leonine form standing above
injured clones while snarling at droids and destroying them to bits
with large paws that ever so gently prodded at said injured clones as
a cold and wet nose gently prodded at them too.

All the clones had
similar stories, of offered protection, seeking affection or taking
care of them as in the case of Plo who would hunt for his Wolfpack,
bringing back game to fill the platters with a bit more protein.

The Commanders
mostly played with the clones and sought out affection, not as
reserved as their masters.

And the vode had
learned to care for all of them, their shifting General’s who cared
for them in return.

A few nips here and
there of course and once Caleb Dume had clawed up Stance but other
then that no issues had happened which everyone could be grateful
for. Their General’s and commanders.