Its not to say that Obi-Wan had been outright nervous of the idea of
working with so many alphas at once but he had been a bit leery of
the idea like most of his fellow omegas had with how they would react
to taking orders from an omega, such as social construct was.

The troopers however had proved themselves to be quite capable at
taking orders though, and quite accommodating to the omegas.

They weren’t overcrowding though obviously curious about the softer
smells of their new companions.

Beta Jedi reported the same.

Curiosity more then hostility, and no issues in taking orders
whatsoever.

Anakin, grinning as he reported, had also said that they had all but
fallen over themselves in the wake of the blonds heat, wanting to
fetch the Jedi whatever he needed in the terms of food and fluids.

It was apparently a bit amusing and very sweet.

Obi-Wan, a bit bemused, still hadn’t really known what to expect
when he hit his pre-heat (something even his suppressors couldn’t
stop) and started his nesting behavior in his tent on a muddy
backward moon, grateful that they were doing relief support since the
idea of being in pre-heat and battle was a bit of a discomfort.

“Sir?” Obi-Wan looked up guiltily from where he was doing his
best to fluff his stolen blankets out over the mattress he had placed
on the floor for more comfort, peering at Cody standing the tent
opening in his blacks with… pillows?

“Commander Cody, what can I do for you?” Obi-Wan hoped no one had
reported missing blankets since he took a few extra, he didn’t want
to deprive any of his men.

The trooper took a step into the tent then firmly stopped, lifting
his armful of pillows a little for point. “We were wondering if you
wanted any more pillows or perhaps another mattress? We have some
spares and don’t mind if you require more for your nesting.” He
said firmly but not overpowering in its authority.

Shifting a bit, Obi-Wan stared at his commander before glancing a the
feeble nest he had managed with the thin but warm army blankets.
“…I would appreciate a spare mattress yes and the pillows too
Commander if no one truly minds.” He stood, moving to accept the
pillows with a demure smile. “Thank you.” He added.

Cody just gave him a wry grin and glanced with interest to Obi-Wan’s
rather pathetic nesting attempt which made the Jedi flush a bit
before the trooper left the tent.

That set a theme and Obi-Wan was starting to understand what Anakin
meant when he said they’d fallen over themselves to help.

All of his troopers were interested in Obi-Wan’s nest but didn’t
attempt to enter his tent but stayed at the tent opening despite
offering him blankets, pillows, snack rations that were vacuum packed
and canteens of water. Trapper even got him a full bottle of sweet
apple juice, being such a sweetheart when he stuttered out an
explanation about reading on the holonet that omegas enjoyed sweet
things during their pre-heat.

Obi-Wan had gratefully accepted it while confessing that apple juice
did help him during his pre-heat.

Only Cody entered his tent but only with food when Obi-Wan finally
hit his heat for real and curled up in his nest, his commander
kneeling down by the mattresses while settling down the tray close
enough for the Jedi to reach as Obi-Wan peered at him out of his
nest, curled up between pillows and blankets, aware of the rest of
the troopers discreetly peeking in but not entering.

Obviously hesitating in worry of overstepping his bounds, Cody hand
hovered in the air for a few seconds before he finally reached out
and petted Obi-Wan hair with a gloved hand, an awed expression
crossing his face when a chirruping purr escaped from Obi-Wan throat
in his drowsy pre-heat state. “…You just take care of
yourself General, we’ll look after everything else in the camp.”
He promised quietly before retreating from the tent and letting the
flaps close once again.

Drowsily Obi-Wan watched the flaps for a bit before shuffling out
enough to reach the tray and eat.

A warm smile blossomed on his face.

‘I wonder if Rex petted Anakin…’

Its not to say that Obi-Wan had been outright nervous of the idea of
working with so many alphas at once but he had been a bit leery of
the idea like most of his fellow omegas had with how they would react
to taking orders from an omega, such as social construct was.

The troopers however had proved themselves to be quite capable at
taking orders though, and quite accommodating to the omegas.

They weren’t overcrowding though obviously curious about the softer
smells of their new companions.

Beta Jedi reported the same.

Curiosity more then hostility, and no issues in taking orders
whatsoever.

Anakin, grinning as he reported, had also said that they had all but
fallen over themselves in the wake of the blonds heat, wanting to
fetch the Jedi whatever he needed in the terms of food and fluids.

It was apparently a bit amusing and very sweet.

Obi-Wan, a bit bemused, still hadn’t really known what to expect
when he hit his pre-heat (something even his suppressors couldn’t
stop) and started his nesting behavior in his tent on a muddy
backward moon, grateful that they were doing relief support since the
idea of being in pre-heat and battle was a bit of a discomfort.

“Sir?” Obi-Wan looked up guiltily from where he was doing his
best to fluff his stolen blankets out over the mattress he had placed
on the floor for more comfort, peering at Cody standing the tent
opening in his blacks with… pillows?

“Commander Cody, what can I do for you?” Obi-Wan hoped no one had
reported missing blankets since he took a few extra, he didn’t want
to deprive any of his men.

The trooper took a step into the tent then firmly stopped, lifting
his armful of pillows a little for point. “We were wondering if you
wanted any more pillows or perhaps another mattress? We have some
spares and don’t mind if you require more for your nesting.” He
said firmly but not overpowering in its authority.

Shifting a bit, Obi-Wan stared at his commander before glancing a the
feeble nest he had managed with the thin but warm army blankets.
“…I would appreciate a spare mattress yes and the pillows too
Commander if no one truly minds.” He stood, moving to accept the
pillows with a demure smile. “Thank you.” He added.

Cody just gave him a wry grin and glanced with interest to Obi-Wan’s
rather pathetic nesting attempt which made the Jedi flush a bit
before the trooper left the tent.

That set a theme and Obi-Wan was starting to understand what Anakin
meant when he said they’d fallen over themselves to help.

All of his troopers were interested in Obi-Wan’s nest but didn’t
attempt to enter his tent but stayed at the tent opening despite
offering him blankets, pillows, snack rations that were vacuum packed
and canteens of water. Trapper even got him a full bottle of sweet
apple juice, being such a sweetheart when he stuttered out an
explanation about reading on the holonet that omegas enjoyed sweet
things during their pre-heat.

Obi-Wan had gratefully accepted it while confessing that apple juice
did help him during his pre-heat.

Only Cody entered his tent but only with food when Obi-Wan finally
hit his heat for real and curled up in his nest, his commander
kneeling down by the mattresses while settling down the tray close
enough for the Jedi to reach as Obi-Wan peered at him out of his
nest, curled up between pillows and blankets, aware of the rest of
the troopers discreetly peeking in but not entering.

Obviously hesitating in worry of overstepping his bounds, Cody hand
hovered in the air for a few seconds before he finally reached out
and petted Obi-Wan hair with a gloved hand, an awed expression
crossing his face when a chirruping purr escaped from Obi-Wan throat
in his drowsy pre-heat state. “…You just take care of
yourself General, we’ll look after everything else in the camp.”
He promised quietly before retreating from the tent and letting the
flaps close once again.

Drowsily Obi-Wan watched the flaps for a bit before shuffling out
enough to reach the tray and eat.

A warm smile blossomed on his face.

‘I wonder if Rex petted Anakin…’