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.

Eep! Babies! How do the Jedi rest of the vod react after they get over their shock? Do any of the vod go to medics to see if they are also pregnant? Does Cody have some daydreams about a family with a certain Negotiator? *wiggles eyebrows* Er, can Jedi also get pregnant?

Listening
to the deep even breaths of the other sharing the bed, Cody allowed
his hand to slowly drift down to cup the flat stomach of the nude
body pressed
tightly to his own equally bare one, the evidence of love making on
reddened skin finally calming down visible to Cody in the ever so
faint light.

Slowly
his fingertips slowly traced the flat planes of lazily
cleaned muscles and
skin, curious and pondering.

His
mind turned back to earlier
in the day, Boil’s
shocked face and the wide eyes, several of the vode checking in with
Helix and the whispered and hurried conversations held between
brothers before they contacted their brothers elsewhere in the
galaxy.

The
news would be spreading soon
and quickly.

Not
to mention the conversation the General had with the council, General
Rancisis had outright fallen out of his chairs with all his long
coils exposed and General Yoda dropping his cane to the floor.

Obviously
they did not expect it either and Obi-Wan had to send in the medical
evidence of course but…

Undeniably,
there was a baby. Boil was carrying a baby.

There
had been arguments, loud ones, Cody and the rest of the vode had
watched in surprise and shock at how the council had quickly argued
amongst themselves about what to do. Apparently somehow the pregnancy
of one clone… changed things somehow.

Something
about the ethical position of it all and contacting the Senate and
Master Depa said something about the clone rights amendments and
contacting Senator Amidala?

After
that they seemed to realize the comm was still wide open and there
was a hurried rush to say goodbye before the holo was finally shut
down but with the silence after that… well now Cody had time to
think, spooning his lover and holding around him.

If
a clone could carry a baby and father it as the baby was clearly
Waxer’s… was it possible that… could Cody just maybe…

“…I’m
on birth control Cody,” Obi-Wan suddenly mumbled sleepily and Cody
jumped guiltily, his hand possessively
flattening down on Obi-Wan’s flat stomach to pull the Jedi more
firmly into his own body before relaxing. “I should have mentioned
that earlier but I forgot.” He yawned tiredly, seemingly
oblivious to the others shock.

Pressing
a light kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, Cody grunted in
understanding but kept his hand on the others stomach as he felt
Obi-Wan drift off once more with a sleepy little mumble even as his
heart seemed to beat a rapid tattoo inside his chest.

Because
that meant that Obi-Wan could
carry.

And
while sleepy and not really all that aware, he didn’t seem adverse
to maybe some day in the future…

It
made Cody feel giddy as he pressed into the others warm body, despite
the war going on, despite never having thought about a adiik, a child
of his own…

Now
there were possibilities that had never been considered before.

But
it was too late right now to consider those possibilities really and
Cody eased his possessive grip into something lighter and settled,
one of his legs trapped between Obi-Wan’s and his hand loosely
resting on the stomach of his lover.

He
could figure things out in the morning, maybe while getting dressed
and eyeing up Obi-Wan’s rear and the play of muscles as he got
dressed heh.

Certain
perks to an easy attire that you just pulled on and then snapped on
with magnetic tech.

Who
knew, maybe Cody could even give a helping hand here and there with a
few belts.

Eep! Babies! How do the Jedi rest of the vod react after they get over their shock? Do any of the vod go to medics to see if they are also pregnant? Does Cody have some daydreams about a family with a certain Negotiator? *wiggles eyebrows* Er, can Jedi also get pregnant?

Listening
to the deep even breaths of the other sharing the bed, Cody allowed
his hand to slowly drift down to cup the flat stomach of the nude
body pressed
tightly to his own equally bare one, the evidence of love making on
reddened skin finally calming down visible to Cody in the ever so
faint light.

Slowly
his fingertips slowly traced the flat planes of lazily
cleaned muscles and
skin, curious and pondering.

His
mind turned back to earlier
in the day, Boil’s
shocked face and the wide eyes, several of the vode checking in with
Helix and the whispered and hurried conversations held between
brothers before they contacted their brothers elsewhere in the
galaxy.

The
news would be spreading soon
and quickly.

Not
to mention the conversation the General had with the council, General
Rancisis had outright fallen out of his chairs with all his long
coils exposed and General Yoda dropping his cane to the floor.

Obviously
they did not expect it either and Obi-Wan had to send in the medical
evidence of course but…

Undeniably,
there was a baby. Boil was carrying a baby.

There
had been arguments, loud ones, Cody and the rest of the vode had
watched in surprise and shock at how the council had quickly argued
amongst themselves about what to do. Apparently somehow the pregnancy
of one clone… changed things somehow.

Something
about the ethical position of it all and contacting the Senate and
Master Depa said something about the clone rights amendments and
contacting Senator Amidala?

After
that they seemed to realize the comm was still wide open and there
was a hurried rush to say goodbye before the holo was finally shut
down but with the silence after that… well now Cody had time to
think, spooning his lover and holding around him.

If
a clone could carry a baby and father it as the baby was clearly
Waxer’s… was it possible that… could Cody just maybe…

“…I’m
on birth control Cody,” Obi-Wan suddenly mumbled sleepily and Cody
jumped guiltily, his hand possessively
flattening down on Obi-Wan’s flat stomach to pull the Jedi more
firmly into his own body before relaxing. “I should have mentioned
that earlier but I forgot.” He yawned tiredly, seemingly
oblivious to the others shock.

Pressing
a light kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, Cody grunted in
understanding but kept his hand on the others stomach as he felt
Obi-Wan drift off once more with a sleepy little mumble even as his
heart seemed to beat a rapid tattoo inside his chest.

Because
that meant that Obi-Wan could
carry.

And
while sleepy and not really all that aware, he didn’t seem adverse
to maybe some day in the future…

It
made Cody feel giddy as he pressed into the others warm body, despite
the war going on, despite never having thought about a adiik, a child
of his own…

Now
there were possibilities that had never been considered before.

But
it was too late right now to consider those possibilities really and
Cody eased his possessive grip into something lighter and settled,
one of his legs trapped between Obi-Wan’s and his hand loosely
resting on the stomach of his lover.

He
could figure things out in the morning, maybe while getting dressed
and eyeing up Obi-Wan’s rear and the play of muscles as he got
dressed heh.

Certain
perks to an easy attire that you just pulled on and then snapped on
with magnetic tech.

Who
knew, maybe Cody could even give a helping hand here and there with a
few belts.

So I am a bad archivist who needs to get her butt moving, and I don’t know if you’ve done this before. Obi-Wan, the galaxy’s biggest flirt, says/does something outrageous on the wrong planet and winds up married. To whom (and how many) I will leave up to you, but I’m just saying I would love it if it was a load of the 212th…

Drinking
out of the dried half of a fruit turned into a bowl, Obi-Wan
bemusedly wondered how he’d manage to get himself into this
situation.

Again.

It
wasn’t like it was uncommon honestly for Jedi to somehow get
married actually, they had to give after for certain customs after
all to be able to negotiate peace and sometimes accidents did happen
since every planet had their own rituals. It wasn’t like it was
Obi-Wan’s fault the natives weren’t clear that some site was
considered holy and if two people entered them and shared food or
water or something like that they were considered wed.

Still,
how in Force name Obi-Wan had managed to end up married to his entire
battalion…

‘This
will require some explanation to the Council.’ He decided on even
as he watched in amusement as Waxer twirled Boil around, laughing and
dancing with
the locals out
on the festival plaza as
the locals
threw one hell of a wedding party.

“I
still say they are overcompensating and they just wanted an excuse to
throw a party and
we conveniently wandered into their holy place.”
Cody muttered in an aside to Obi-Wan.

“Perhaps
but it is still legally binding Commander.” Obi-Wan hummed at him
in return under his breath.

Raising
his brow in return, Cody stared at him. “…Really?”

“Oh
yes.” Obi-Wan sipped from the dried fruit again before offering it
to his Commander with a small smile. “Its not my first wedding so
I know that most of these are legally binding.”
He winked.

Accepting
the bowl fruit, Cody made a low amused noise. “So how many husbands
or wives do you have?”

Giving
a low hum, Obi-Wan leaned against the other man, relaxing. “Oh,
none, all of them were either annulled or the person in questioned
died.” Obi-Wan said lightly, his heart giving a painful throb at
Qui-Gon’s memory and amusement at the wedding.

Qui-Gon
had looked beautiful at the time too…

The
celebration had included a ritual facial paint along with their hands
being bound
together, a knot to
signify tying their lives eternally. He still had that ribbon stashed
in a box under his bed at the temple.

Maybe
reading something of Obi-Wan’s face, Cody slipped his arm around
the Jedi’s waist while pulling him in closer, hand settled on his
hip. “Well, you have quite a few husbands now who are more then
willing to look after you.” He murmured quietly before his grin
turned mischievous.
“If you don’t have this annulled that is.”

Chuckling,
Obi-Wan pretended to mock consider it before winking once again at
the other. “No, I think I’ll keep you all, at least on a trial
run.” Obi-Wan teased before yelping as Gregor grabbed him by the
hand and pulled him to the dance floor, laughing with the man as he
was twirled out onto it in a moving mass of bodies in motions and joy
in the Force with alcohol flowing freely. ‘Forgive me Qui-Gon but I
want to be happy again.’ Obi-Wan let himself be swept away, delight
in his heart as each trooper at some point caught him for their own
for
a few brief moments.

The
vode knew how to share and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but find joy in
being loved by so many.

So I am a bad archivist who needs to get her butt moving, and I don’t know if you’ve done this before. Obi-Wan, the galaxy’s biggest flirt, says/does something outrageous on the wrong planet and winds up married. To whom (and how many) I will leave up to you, but I’m just saying I would love it if it was a load of the 212th…

Drinking
out of the dried half of a fruit turned into a bowl, Obi-Wan
bemusedly wondered how he’d manage to get himself into this
situation.

Again.

It
wasn’t like it was uncommon honestly for Jedi to somehow get
married actually, they had to give after for certain customs after
all to be able to negotiate peace and sometimes accidents did happen
since every planet had their own rituals. It wasn’t like it was
Obi-Wan’s fault the natives weren’t clear that some site was
considered holy and if two people entered them and shared food or
water or something like that they were considered wed.

Still,
how in Force name Obi-Wan had managed to end up married to his entire
battalion…

‘This
will require some explanation to the Council.’ He decided on even
as he watched in amusement as Waxer twirled Boil around, laughing and
dancing with
the locals out
on the festival plaza as
the locals
threw one hell of a wedding party.

“I
still say they are overcompensating and they just wanted an excuse to
throw a party and
we conveniently wandered into their holy place.”
Cody muttered in an aside to Obi-Wan.

“Perhaps
but it is still legally binding Commander.” Obi-Wan hummed at him
in return under his breath.

Raising
his brow in return, Cody stared at him. “…Really?”

“Oh
yes.” Obi-Wan sipped from the dried fruit again before offering it
to his Commander with a small smile. “Its not my first wedding so
I know that most of these are legally binding.”
He winked.

Accepting
the bowl fruit, Cody made a low amused noise. “So how many husbands
or wives do you have?”

Giving
a low hum, Obi-Wan leaned against the other man, relaxing. “Oh,
none, all of them were either annulled or the person in questioned
died.” Obi-Wan said lightly, his heart giving a painful throb at
Qui-Gon’s memory and amusement at the wedding.

Qui-Gon
had looked beautiful at the time too…

The
celebration had included a ritual facial paint along with their hands
being bound
together, a knot to
signify tying their lives eternally. He still had that ribbon stashed
in a box under his bed at the temple.

Maybe
reading something of Obi-Wan’s face, Cody slipped his arm around
the Jedi’s waist while pulling him in closer, hand settled on his
hip. “Well, you have quite a few husbands now who are more then
willing to look after you.” He murmured quietly before his grin
turned mischievous.
“If you don’t have this annulled that is.”

Chuckling,
Obi-Wan pretended to mock consider it before winking once again at
the other. “No, I think I’ll keep you all, at least on a trial
run.” Obi-Wan teased before yelping as Gregor grabbed him by the
hand and pulled him to the dance floor, laughing with the man as he
was twirled out onto it in a moving mass of bodies in motions and joy
in the Force with alcohol flowing freely. ‘Forgive me Qui-Gon but I
want to be happy again.’ Obi-Wan let himself be swept away, delight
in his heart as each trooper at some point caught him for their own
for
a few brief moments.

The
vode knew how to share and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but find joy in
being loved by so many.

Clones reaction to Obi-Wan «dying» )(from that one arc where he fakes his death) please?

The clip kept repeating.

The grainy clips cobbled together from surveillance cams around the
alley, roofs and buildings where the incident happened.

General Kenobi barely avoiding the first shot, the Jedi following the
sniper up on the roof, Commander Tano ground side and following with
General Skywalker and Kenobi in pursuit.

Seeking shelter to avoid being hit.

The little lull of calm before the storm before Obi-Wan stepped out
into the open, looking around for the sniper that had shot at them
and then-

Cody couldn’t suppress squeezing down on his own arms when the shot
connected or the full body flinch as the Jedi tumbled over the edge
and fell, hitting the ground where the Commander touched him and
lifted him up into her lap, Skywalker trying to catch the sniper
still.

Skywalker jumping down from the roof when he couldn’t catch the
sniper after the smoke bomb but honestly perhaps he hadn’t been
trying that hard with Kenobi already down, just wanting to return to
assess conditions.

Tano looking up, eyes wide with Obi-Wan’s upper body in her lap as
she stroked his hair.

Skywalker kneeling down, shaking the redhead by the shoulders as
emergency service came, clone troopers of Coruscant herding civilians
away and medical transport arriving and…

The commander shuddered quietly as the clip rewinded and started
playing again, the same grainy images once again.

He’d seen this eight times now and each time he would flinch.
Around him the rest of the 212th sat quietly, Waxer in
Boil’s lap with his arm tightly wrapped around his vod, Gus with
his own arms wrapped around himself, Longshot with his fists
trembling.

All the vode in different states of reactions as they were unable to
look away from the screen of their General falling.

Their General had fallen, their General was gone and they were now
without a Jedi they had sworn to protect and stars it hurt so badly.

“…They brought the perp to jail. Skywalker managed to catch him.”
Killer whispered, lips swollen and red from being gnawed on hard. “We
could just g-”

“We’re not going to confront him.” Cody’s voice came like a
whipcord.

“Commander!” Killer stared at him as a few of the vode of the
212th turned to him with angry expressions. Waxer just hid
his face Boil’s neck, shuddering heavily as he did.

“We’re going to stay here and wait for reassignment and do our
duty because that’s what our General would have wanted.” Cody
adam apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, chewing on the bitter words
as he breathed. “…That’s what our General would have wanted for
us to let the justice system do its job with his killer and we’re
going to respect his memory and do that.” He managed to get out,
voice thick.

Killer closed his eyes tightly at that before nodding sharply.

They waited for ages to get reassigned.

And then their General came back…

Cody didn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him and neither did
anyone else of the vode.

But he was back.

And he was quietly asking for forgiveness in the way he went out of
his way to make things better for his men as he could.

The hurt was going to take time to get over but… they had their
General back.

Clones reaction to Obi-Wan «dying» )(from that one arc where he fakes his death) please?

The clip kept repeating.

The grainy clips cobbled together from surveillance cams around the
alley, roofs and buildings where the incident happened.

General Kenobi barely avoiding the first shot, the Jedi following the
sniper up on the roof, Commander Tano ground side and following with
General Skywalker and Kenobi in pursuit.

Seeking shelter to avoid being hit.

The little lull of calm before the storm before Obi-Wan stepped out
into the open, looking around for the sniper that had shot at them
and then-

Cody couldn’t suppress squeezing down on his own arms when the shot
connected or the full body flinch as the Jedi tumbled over the edge
and fell, hitting the ground where the Commander touched him and
lifted him up into her lap, Skywalker trying to catch the sniper
still.

Skywalker jumping down from the roof when he couldn’t catch the
sniper after the smoke bomb but honestly perhaps he hadn’t been
trying that hard with Kenobi already down, just wanting to return to
assess conditions.

Tano looking up, eyes wide with Obi-Wan’s upper body in her lap as
she stroked his hair.

Skywalker kneeling down, shaking the redhead by the shoulders as
emergency service came, clone troopers of Coruscant herding civilians
away and medical transport arriving and…

The commander shuddered quietly as the clip rewinded and started
playing again, the same grainy images once again.

He’d seen this eight times now and each time he would flinch.
Around him the rest of the 212th sat quietly, Waxer in
Boil’s lap with his arm tightly wrapped around his vod, Gus with
his own arms wrapped around himself, Longshot with his fists
trembling.

All the vode in different states of reactions as they were unable to
look away from the screen of their General falling.

Their General had fallen, their General was gone and they were now
without a Jedi they had sworn to protect and stars it hurt so badly.

“…They brought the perp to jail. Skywalker managed to catch him.”
Killer whispered, lips swollen and red from being gnawed on hard. “We
could just g-”

“We’re not going to confront him.” Cody’s voice came like a
whipcord.

“Commander!” Killer stared at him as a few of the vode of the
212th turned to him with angry expressions. Waxer just hid
his face Boil’s neck, shuddering heavily as he did.

“We’re going to stay here and wait for reassignment and do our
duty because that’s what our General would have wanted.” Cody
adam apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, chewing on the bitter words
as he breathed. “…That’s what our General would have wanted for
us to let the justice system do its job with his killer and we’re
going to respect his memory and do that.” He managed to get out,
voice thick.

Killer closed his eyes tightly at that before nodding sharply.

They waited for ages to get reassigned.

And then their General came back…

Cody didn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him and neither did
anyone else of the vode.

But he was back.

And he was quietly asking for forgiveness in the way he went out of
his way to make things better for his men as he could.

The hurt was going to take time to get over but… they had their
General back.

So I just found out that Ewan McGregor can sing and now all I can see is Obi singing and the clones or Ani finding out and he’s just blushing and insisting he’s not that good, he’s ever only sung for Qui-Gon and he hasn’t sung since Qui-Gon died.

The song was familiar, itching across Obi-Wan’s mind with its low
tunes from the radio Ahsoka had left on before she left to spar with
Anakin, his foot tapping lightly against the floor of his tent as his
eyes skimmed the report he was suppose to read.

But as the chorus came on, Obi-Wan found himself singing along.

Some people got the real problems

Some people out of luck
Some people think I can solve them

Lord heavens above
I’m only human after all, I’m only
human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put the
blame on me.

He
sang, closing his eyes and sitting back in his chair feeling a small
smile cross his face as he
let the music sweep away his focus and his mind to just…

Sing.

He remembered
singing for Qui-Gon when the man was upset, trying to lure a smile
out of him and usually it worked too, Qui-Gon chuckling softly in
response to whatever song Obi-Wan picked because he enjoyed the sound
of his padawan’s voice.

Obi-Wan never
really found the appeal of his own voice but that was a natural
instinct of everyone, to not like their own voice but Qui-Gon had
always claimed that Obi-Wan had a pleasant voice to listen to when he
sang, soft, low and warm with the high Coruscantian accent clinging
to every word.

Honestly,
he himself had preferred Qui-Gon’s voice, deep and dark, soothing
when the night was deep and he was too jumpy to sleep.

As the song came to
an end, Obi-Wan became aware of someone else in the tent and quickly
sat up, turning his head to look to the other end where the flap was,
finding Cody standing there with a pad in his hands and a look of awe
and surprise on his face.

Obi-Wan flushed
darkly red and cleared his throat but before he could say anything,
Cody spoke. “I wasn’t aware you could sing General…”

Passing a hand over
his beard. “I don’t sing much, I haven’t in close to eleven
years now if I’m honest. Is that for me?” He held out his hand
for the pad, Cody startling but coming closer and handing the pad to
him.

“Yes sir, its a
report from the scouts about the surrounding areas, possible ambush
possibility and the local prey animals they’ve seen and forage
opportunities in case of shortage of food.” The commander reported.

Looking down at the
report, Obi-Wan gave a thoughtful hum before looking up about to say
something when he caught sight of the others face, the small smile
and thoughtful eyes. “…What?”

The trooper
shrugged. “It might not be my place to say sir but… you should
sing more, you have a lovely voice for it.”

Obi-Wan gave a
little surprised noise in his throat at that. “I’m not… that
is…” Sighing, Obi-Wan decided that arguing with Cody would be
fruitless before he smiled slightly at him. “I may not agree but
thank you for the compliment Cody.”

The man saluted
before smiling at him again and heading out as the Jedi went back to
reviewing the information.

Glancing over at
the radio still playing soft tunes, Obi-Wan glanced towards the flap
again before deciding to just let it stay on, enjoying the music.

And if he decided
to singalong a bit?

Well that was all
up to him.

So I just found out that Ewan McGregor can sing and now all I can see is Obi singing and the clones or Ani finding out and he’s just blushing and insisting he’s not that good, he’s ever only sung for Qui-Gon and he hasn’t sung since Qui-Gon died.

The song was familiar, itching across Obi-Wan’s mind with its low
tunes from the radio Ahsoka had left on before she left to spar with
Anakin, his foot tapping lightly against the floor of his tent as his
eyes skimmed the report he was suppose to read.

But as the chorus came on, Obi-Wan found himself singing along.

Some people got the real problems

Some people out of luck
Some people think I can solve them

Lord heavens above
I’m only human after all, I’m only
human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put the
blame on me.

He
sang, closing his eyes and sitting back in his chair feeling a small
smile cross his face as he
let the music sweep away his focus and his mind to just…

Sing.

He remembered
singing for Qui-Gon when the man was upset, trying to lure a smile
out of him and usually it worked too, Qui-Gon chuckling softly in
response to whatever song Obi-Wan picked because he enjoyed the sound
of his padawan’s voice.

Obi-Wan never
really found the appeal of his own voice but that was a natural
instinct of everyone, to not like their own voice but Qui-Gon had
always claimed that Obi-Wan had a pleasant voice to listen to when he
sang, soft, low and warm with the high Coruscantian accent clinging
to every word.

Honestly,
he himself had preferred Qui-Gon’s voice, deep and dark, soothing
when the night was deep and he was too jumpy to sleep.

As the song came to
an end, Obi-Wan became aware of someone else in the tent and quickly
sat up, turning his head to look to the other end where the flap was,
finding Cody standing there with a pad in his hands and a look of awe
and surprise on his face.

Obi-Wan flushed
darkly red and cleared his throat but before he could say anything,
Cody spoke. “I wasn’t aware you could sing General…”

Passing a hand over
his beard. “I don’t sing much, I haven’t in close to eleven
years now if I’m honest. Is that for me?” He held out his hand
for the pad, Cody startling but coming closer and handing the pad to
him.

“Yes sir, its a
report from the scouts about the surrounding areas, possible ambush
possibility and the local prey animals they’ve seen and forage
opportunities in case of shortage of food.” The commander reported.

Looking down at the
report, Obi-Wan gave a thoughtful hum before looking up about to say
something when he caught sight of the others face, the small smile
and thoughtful eyes. “…What?”

The trooper
shrugged. “It might not be my place to say sir but… you should
sing more, you have a lovely voice for it.”

Obi-Wan gave a
little surprised noise in his throat at that. “I’m not… that
is…” Sighing, Obi-Wan decided that arguing with Cody would be
fruitless before he smiled slightly at him. “I may not agree but
thank you for the compliment Cody.”

The man saluted
before smiling at him again and heading out as the Jedi went back to
reviewing the information.

Glancing over at
the radio still playing soft tunes, Obi-Wan glanced towards the flap
again before deciding to just let it stay on, enjoying the music.

And if he decided
to singalong a bit?

Well that was all
up to him.