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Omega ObiWan getting assulted by Savage and Maul and people around him dealing with the aftermath?

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Bursting
into the medical bay, Anakin forced himself to relax, looking for the
only occupied bed he knew would be there and fully ignoring Helix as
the clone suddenly stood at his desk.

There.

Obi-Wan.

Force.

His former master
was curled up on his side, legs drawn up to his stomach and he looked
so small…

Sensing that Helix
would not stop him, not yet at least, Anakin moved to the bed and
glanced over what he could see of the other before he gently lifted
the blanket away from where Obi-Wan must have tugged it up around his
neck.

No bonding mark.

Thank the Force for
mercies.

The scent gland was
whole and Savage had not…

“He may wake up
soon sir.” Helix offered quietly and Anakin nodded in
understanding, settling down on one knee to keep an eye on his
master. He could have grabbed a chair but didn’t feel like it,
watching Obi-Wan’s soft breath until green eyes opened slowly.

The two stared at
each other mutely for a while before Anakin reached out and fingers
hovering over Obi-Wan’s cheek but not fully touching the omega just
yet.

Not without
permission.

Permission granted
when Obi-Wan pushed a bit up into the touch with a tiny noise.

“Oh
Obi-Wan.” The alpha whispered, stroking the others cheek gently
with his fingertips, feeling the ungroomed bristles beneath his
touch.

“I should count
myself lucky Savage isn’t an Alpha.” The man returned meekly, a
broken smile on his lips.

‘But Maul is.’
Anakin didn’t say that as he continued stroking the others cheek
gently. “I should have been there, I could hav-”

“I was cut off
Anakin, no one was there.” Obi-Wan countered quietly.

Only
Obi-Wan, trapped.

A humorless smile
on dry lips. “They planned their ambush well.” He sighed a bit
then tilted his head a bit up into Anakin’s gentle touch.

“I still should
have been there, perhaps they wouldn’t ha-”

“Its not the
first time Anakin…I’ll get over it. The physical aspect of it is
already healed.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin didn’t
like that reminder.

Not the first time.

Not the first time
Obi-Wan had been taken advantage off and hurt.

It wasn’t even
the second time.

It was so unfair.

“…I’m a redheaded omega Anakin. Even if I wasn’t a Jedi,
those two alone would make my life dangerous.” Obi-Wan sighed,
correctly reading the others expression before he shifted a bit and
slowly sat up, the blanket tucked tightly around himself, a barrier
against the world and his skin. “Though I would appreciate my
robes.”

“I’ll get them.” Anakin stood carefully and once again reached
out, fingers hovering over Obi-Wan’s cheek until the other pushed
into the touch again, stroking gently in assurance (though if it was
for Obi-Wan or himself was a good question) before he stepped back
and headed out.

“How about some water General?” He heard Helix move and Obi-Wan
request for tea instead before the door closed behind him.

“Skyguy?” He looked up and sighed a bit.

“Ahsoka…” The knight offered his padawan before heading down
the hall, hearing her hesitate before she was following quickly.

“How was he?” She questioned anxiously. Nothing was really a
secret here, Force Anakin would bet that even the clones on Kamino
knew by now and everyone in the temple old enough to understand.

“He’s coping.” He shrugged a bit, offering her only honesty.
“Its not…the first time. The physical is gone so Master Obi-Wan
just…he needs some space.” Anakin rubbed his hair back from his
face. “I’m getting his clothes from his quarters, he wants his
robes and tunics.”

“Not the fi-”

“No. One happened before I became his padawan. The second was…”
Anakin swallowed back the bile in the back of his throat. “…I was
very young still then and he was a fresh knight.” He shook himself
to avoid growling. “Anyhow…clothes.”

Ahsoka followed quietly, frowning to herself. “…Is he going to be
alright?”

“He’s most likely going to cope more then the people around him
honestly.” Anakin sighed. “That’s what happened last time at
least.”

Force, the council had hovered around them for month.

Obi-Wan had pointedly ignored them.

“…He’s the only omega in the order.” Ahsoka finally ventured.

“Yeah, that’s why the Order, especially those who are alphas or
betas, take it so hard when something happens to him. Windu once
explained that they tried to treat him as any other member but…
with their natures it makes them overprotective at times. Can’t say
I disagree.”

“…Savage and Maul aren’t going to get away, are they?” Ahsoka
whispered.

“If it happens like last time, then no.”

“What happened last time?”

Anakin looked at her then took a deep breath. “The council
went…pirate culling.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened.

“…We have one Omega in our order and most of the Council are
alphas.” Anakin shrugged, still not trying to think about last
time, Obi-Wan’s pale but relieved face when he found a scuffed and tied up
but otherwise unharmed Anakin, the bruises on Obi-Wan’s body, the
faint scent of blood and mating an-

Anakin shook himself hard and nodded to Cody outside Obi-Wan’s
quarters. “He’s awake, he wants his robes.”

Visibly relaxing, Cody nodded and stepped away from the room. “I’ve…
we’re on our way to Coruscant. The high command demanded it.”

‘I bet they did.’ Anakin took a deep lungful of air as he moved
into the quarters, Obi-Wan’s soothing scent filling the air as he
opened up the drawers and pulled out what Obi-Wan would need. “Does
he still have his utility belt and boots?”

“No. They…shredded the clothes.” Cody gritted out from where he
was standing by the door, breathing in the calming scent slowly.
Obviously what he had wanted to do when he had been standing outside
the door.

“…He’ll need new boots then.” Anakin sighed.

Force.

Why always Obi-Wan?

Omega ObiWan getting assulted by Savage and Maul and people around him dealing with the aftermath?

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Bursting
into the medical bay, Anakin forced himself to relax, looking for the
only occupied bed he knew would be there and fully ignoring Helix as
the clone suddenly stood at his desk.

There.

Obi-Wan.

Force.

His former master
was curled up on his side, legs drawn up to his stomach and he looked
so small…

Sensing that Helix
would not stop him, not yet at least, Anakin moved to the bed and
glanced over what he could see of the other before he gently lifted
the blanket away from where Obi-Wan must have tugged it up around his
neck.

No bonding mark.

Thank the Force for
mercies.

The scent gland was
whole and Savage had not…

“He may wake up
soon sir.” Helix offered quietly and Anakin nodded in
understanding, settling down on one knee to keep an eye on his
master. He could have grabbed a chair but didn’t feel like it,
watching Obi-Wan’s soft breath until green eyes opened slowly.

The two stared at
each other mutely for a while before Anakin reached out and fingers
hovering over Obi-Wan’s cheek but not fully touching the omega just
yet.

Not without
permission.

Permission granted
when Obi-Wan pushed a bit up into the touch with a tiny noise.

“Oh
Obi-Wan.” The alpha whispered, stroking the others cheek gently
with his fingertips, feeling the ungroomed bristles beneath his
touch.

“I should count
myself lucky Savage isn’t an Alpha.” The man returned meekly, a
broken smile on his lips.

‘But Maul is.’
Anakin didn’t say that as he continued stroking the others cheek
gently. “I should have been there, I could hav-”

“I was cut off
Anakin, no one was there.” Obi-Wan countered quietly.

Only
Obi-Wan, trapped.

A humorless smile
on dry lips. “They planned their ambush well.” He sighed a bit
then tilted his head a bit up into Anakin’s gentle touch.

“I still should
have been there, perhaps they wouldn’t ha-”

“Its not the
first time Anakin…I’ll get over it. The physical aspect of it is
already healed.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin didn’t
like that reminder.

Not the first time.

Not the first time
Obi-Wan had been taken advantage off and hurt.

It wasn’t even
the second time.

It was so unfair.

“…I’m a redheaded omega Anakin. Even if I wasn’t a Jedi,
those two alone would make my life dangerous.” Obi-Wan sighed,
correctly reading the others expression before he shifted a bit and
slowly sat up, the blanket tucked tightly around himself, a barrier
against the world and his skin. “Though I would appreciate my
robes.”

“I’ll get them.” Anakin stood carefully and once again reached
out, fingers hovering over Obi-Wan’s cheek until the other pushed
into the touch again, stroking gently in assurance (though if it was
for Obi-Wan or himself was a good question) before he stepped back
and headed out.

“How about some water General?” He heard Helix move and Obi-Wan
request for tea instead before the door closed behind him.

“Skyguy?” He looked up and sighed a bit.

“Ahsoka…” The knight offered his padawan before heading down
the hall, hearing her hesitate before she was following quickly.

“How was he?” She questioned anxiously. Nothing was really a
secret here, Force Anakin would bet that even the clones on Kamino
knew by now and everyone in the temple old enough to understand.

“He’s coping.” He shrugged a bit, offering her only honesty.
“Its not…the first time. The physical is gone so Master Obi-Wan
just…he needs some space.” Anakin rubbed his hair back from his
face. “I’m getting his clothes from his quarters, he wants his
robes and tunics.”

“Not the fi-”

“No. One happened before I became his padawan. The second was…”
Anakin swallowed back the bile in the back of his throat. “…I was
very young still then and he was a fresh knight.” He shook himself
to avoid growling. “Anyhow…clothes.”

Ahsoka followed quietly, frowning to herself. “…Is he going to be
alright?”

“He’s most likely going to cope more then the people around him
honestly.” Anakin sighed. “That’s what happened last time at
least.”

Force, the council had hovered around them for month.

Obi-Wan had pointedly ignored them.

“…He’s the only omega in the order.” Ahsoka finally ventured.

“Yeah, that’s why the Order, especially those who are alphas or
betas, take it so hard when something happens to him. Windu once
explained that they tried to treat him as any other member but…
with their natures it makes them overprotective at times. Can’t say
I disagree.”

“…Savage and Maul aren’t going to get away, are they?” Ahsoka
whispered.

“If it happens like last time, then no.”

“What happened last time?”

Anakin looked at her then took a deep breath. “The council
went…pirate culling.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened.

“…We have one Omega in our order and most of the Council are
alphas.” Anakin shrugged, still not trying to think about last
time, Obi-Wan’s pale but relieved face when he found a scuffed and tied up
but otherwise unharmed Anakin, the bruises on Obi-Wan’s body, the
faint scent of blood and mating an-

Anakin shook himself hard and nodded to Cody outside Obi-Wan’s
quarters. “He’s awake, he wants his robes.”

Visibly relaxing, Cody nodded and stepped away from the room. “I’ve…
we’re on our way to Coruscant. The high command demanded it.”

‘I bet they did.’ Anakin took a deep lungful of air as he moved
into the quarters, Obi-Wan’s soothing scent filling the air as he
opened up the drawers and pulled out what Obi-Wan would need. “Does
he still have his utility belt and boots?”

“No. They…shredded the clothes.” Cody gritted out from where he
was standing by the door, breathing in the calming scent slowly.
Obviously what he had wanted to do when he had been standing outside
the door.

“…He’ll need new boots then.” Anakin sighed.

Force.

Why always Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan spends a mission out in the sun and returns with new freckles. The clones freak out. What are these spots? Do they hurt? Are you okay? (The clones are dark enough they don’t really freckle)

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The sun felt so
good on his face, the calmness of the planet and the wonderful little
breeze that ensured that Obi-Wan would not overheat despite the
warmth.

This was the kind
of missions he would have gone on pre war honestly but it felt so
good to be on one, calm and wonderful with a gentle kind of
negotiation that ensured the food supplies remained uninterrupted and
that people wouldn’t starve.

Obi-Wan tipped his
face up towards the sun and sighed in bliss, resting on his knees by
the fields of greens the farmers grew, hands on his thighs and the
breeze tugging playfully on his hair and robe as he continued to
breath with a soft steadiness.

Slowly he let
himself dissolve into the Force, at ease and fully relaxed for once
since the war started.

No conflicting
emotions, no confusion, no coldness, no darkness.

Just slow breaths,
warmth and the sun shining on him.

()()()

“Welcome back
master Obi-W-AN!” Ahsoka yelped as Obi-Wan pushed his hood off,
staring at him in surprise as the master raised his brow in return.

“Snips what is-oh
you got some sun Obi-Wan?” Anakin grinned, moving over to peer at
his former master while wiping oil stains onto his dark tunic. “Yup,
like a constellation.”

The sun freckled
man rolled his eyes and moved around the two, the light catching the
light copper of his hair more easily. “Yes, yes, I know Anakin. I
freckle in the sun. They’ll fade soon enough without more sun as you well know.”

“General, welcome
ba-sir!” Cody dropped his bucket to the floor, staring at the Jedi
with wide eyes. “What happened? I thought you were on a harmless
agricultural planet!”

“Yes, yes I was.
Why?” Obi-Wan blinked, glancing at Anakin who gave a slight shrug,
indicating that he didn’t understand either.

“Your face, did
you get some kind of sickness? Your face is covered in spots.” The
Commander walked towards him, frowning in worry then blinking when
Skywalker broke out laughing.

“Oh this is
rich.”

“Anakin, be
nice.” Obi-Wan hissed then smiled at Cody. “And no Commander, I’m
not sick, its a skin thing. You know how I am…very fair in color?”
He moved to the other so he could get a better look. “I do not tan
like Anakin or even you vods do. But sun cases me to break out with
freckles. Like this.” He tapped a finger to one of the larger
clusters over his nose.

“…Freckles?”
Cody blinked.

“Its spots made
by the skin to cope with the amount of sun I got. My skin doesn’t
tan like yours or even Anakin’s so I get these.” Obi-Wan chuckled
and clapped the other on the shoulder lightly. “Is it really so
startling?”

Cody blinked and
tilted his head, eyes flickering over his General’s face before
smiling slightly in return, at ease now that he knew nothing bad had happened to his General. “Just…surprising…they suit you
though.” He reached up, gloved fingertips lightly brushing against
a few freckles on Obi-Wan’s nose. “…Cute.” Cody offered up.

And then he
promptly flushed and backed up, quickly picking up his helmet. “I’ll
inform the men you’re back and to expect the freckles.” He
cleared his throat and hurried away from the staring Jedi.

“Well, Cody
approves.” Anakin sniggered faintly then looked at Obi-Wan. “…Are
you blushing!?”

“I’m going to
my quarters Anakin.” The redheaded Jedi moved forward, a slight
flush appearing over the beard and coating his ears.

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The sun felt so
good on his face, the calmness of the planet and the wonderful little
breeze that ensured that Obi-Wan would not overheat despite the
warmth.

This was the kind
of missions he would have gone on pre war honestly but it felt so
good to be on one, calm and wonderful with a gentle kind of
negotiation that ensured the food supplies remained uninterrupted and
that people wouldn’t starve.

Obi-Wan tipped his
face up towards the sun and sighed in bliss, resting on his knees by
the fields of greens the farmers grew, hands on his thighs and the
breeze tugging playfully on his hair and robe as he continued to
breath with a soft steadiness.

Slowly he let
himself dissolve into the Force, at ease and fully relaxed for once
since the war started.

No conflicting
emotions, no confusion, no coldness, no darkness.

Just slow breaths,
warmth and the sun shining on him.

()()()

“Welcome back
master Obi-W-AN!” Ahsoka yelped as Obi-Wan pushed his hood off,
staring at him in surprise as the master raised his brow in return.

“Snips what is-oh
you got some sun Obi-Wan?” Anakin grinned, moving over to peer at
his former master while wiping oil stains onto his dark tunic. “Yup,
like a constellation.”

The sun freckled
man rolled his eyes and moved around the two, the light catching the
light copper of his hair more easily. “Yes, yes, I know Anakin. I
freckle in the sun. They’ll fade soon enough without more sun as you well know.”

“General, welcome
ba-sir!” Cody dropped his bucket to the floor, staring at the Jedi
with wide eyes. “What happened? I thought you were on a harmless
agricultural planet!”

“Yes, yes I was.
Why?” Obi-Wan blinked, glancing at Anakin who gave a slight shrug,
indicating that he didn’t understand either.

“Your face, did
you get some kind of sickness? Your face is covered in spots.” The
Commander walked towards him, frowning in worry then blinking when
Skywalker broke out laughing.

“Oh this is
rich.”

“Anakin, be
nice.” Obi-Wan hissed then smiled at Cody. “And no Commander, I’m
not sick, its a skin thing. You know how I am…very fair in color?”
He moved to the other so he could get a better look. “I do not tan
like Anakin or even you vods do. But sun cases me to break out with
freckles. Like this.” He tapped a finger to one of the larger
clusters over his nose.

“…Freckles?”
Cody blinked.

“Its spots made
by the skin to cope with the amount of sun I got. My skin doesn’t
tan like yours or even Anakin’s so I get these.” Obi-Wan chuckled
and clapped the other on the shoulder lightly. “Is it really so
startling?”

Cody blinked and
tilted his head, eyes flickering over his General’s face before
smiling slightly in return, at ease now that he knew nothing bad had happened to his General. “Just…surprising…they suit you
though.” He reached up, gloved fingertips lightly brushing against
a few freckles on Obi-Wan’s nose. “…Cute.” Cody offered up.

And then he
promptly flushed and backed up, quickly picking up his helmet. “I’ll
inform the men you’re back and to expect the freckles.” He
cleared his throat and hurried away from the staring Jedi.

“Well, Cody
approves.” Anakin sniggered faintly then looked at Obi-Wan. “…Are
you blushing!?”

“I’m going to
my quarters Anakin.” The redheaded Jedi moved forward, a slight
flush appearing over the beard and coating his ears.

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Stepping off the
ramp, Vader glanced around the platform before frowning and looking
to the commander instead. “Where is my husband?”

“Lord Kenobi
refused to leave his meditation room. He said if you wanted him, you
could come find him my lord.” Cody offered, wishing he could move
from the imposing man but training kept him in salute even as the
Sith frowned more thunderously.

“I see, has he
been difficult since you arrived with him?”

“A bit sir. He’s
been trying to escape but hasn’t gotten far. We did have to lock
him out of the hanger though, to ensure he wouldn’t be able to
enter it alone.” He shifted, giving a nod to Appo before following
Vader into the Bast castle.

“I see…”
Vader would need to speak to Obi-Wan about proper behavior it seemed,
he wouldn’t be able to bring the man to Coruscant if he couldn’t
trust him.

Sidious was sure to
use it against him if Obi-Wan didn’t behave.

Heading to the
specially created meditation room Vader waved the troopers off as he
didn’t need support to see his husband.

After all, Obi-Wan
would never hurt him.

He didn’t bother
knocking and instead stepped in, half smiling as he found the redhead
right off the bat, Obi-Wan sitting with his leggings rolled up and
his feet in the pond of the room.

The entire room was
large, Vader specially designing it for his love to simulate a garden
since Vjun did not grow plant life, the room equipped with soft
grass, flowers, a gentle rushing pond with small fishes in it and
flowering bushes.

“You didn’t
come to greet me.” He offered lightly as he dropped his cape by the
door, moving to the pond.

Obi-Wan opened his
eyes from his attempted meditation and gave the man a long look,
trying to hide the shiver at the sight of those yellow eyes on him as
the man came ever closer. “…I didn’t want to.”

“Come, you must
have missed me.” Vader teased gently, settling down beside him on
his knees.

“Its hard to miss
someone you don’t really know. I certainly don’t know you.”
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at him then looked away. “I certainly
don’t know Lord Vader.”

“I’m still your
Anakin.” Vader hummed and reached out, cupping the others chin to
turn Obi-Wan’s head back to him, stroking the surprisingly soft
bristles gently.

“Are you really?
I’m not sure Anakin ever really existed.” Obi-Wan huffed bitterly
and tugged away from the grasping hand, turning his head again.

“Are you really
that ungrateful that I saved you?” Vader growled, eyes flashing as
he tried to keep a lid on his temper.

“Ungrateful?
Saved me? You killed my family!” Obi-Wan yelped out, shifting his
feet out of the water finally while pushing back, eyes on the other
man. “You killed the Jedi Order and you think this prison sentence
you have me in is saving me? I’m Force blind and captured and at
your mercy!”

“Because you are
mine Obi-Wan.” Vader
growled, crawling after him, mech hand lashing out like a striking
snake, grasping Obi-Wan by the shoulder and pushing him down on his
back in the grass, Vader hovering over him.

The two stared at each others, Obi-Wan’s eyes wide in upset and
Vader’s eyes narrowed in raw rage.

“…You
shouldn’t make me angry dear one, its not in your best interest. If
it wasn’t for me you’d already be dead.” His
face softened and he stroked the others cheek gently. “And I don’t
wish you dead.”

He leaned down slowly only for his lipss to brush the others cheek
when Obi-Wan stubbornly looked away from him, the Jedi’s hands
clenched into the others tunic at the shoulders, trying to press him
away.

“Obi-Wan.” He growled in annoyance.

“You
carry the blood of the Jedi Order on your hands and you think I’m
going to willingly submit myself to your kiss?” Obi-Wan whispered,
shaking. “Shame on you and shame on me if I let you kiss me. You
have the blood of younglings on your hands.”

Staring down at the away turned face, Vader shifted and let his lips
gently trail along the shell of the others ear, smirking a bit when
the other shivered with repressed emotions. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, dear
Obi-Wan…’ He shifted his grip from crushing to holding gently
around the other. “I have so much blood on my hand yes.” He
whispered into the others ear. “And some of it is youngling blood
dear love. But all I’ve done, I’ve done for you.” He felt the
other tense. “Don’t think yourself blameless my dear Jedi, when
you’re the one to fall into my arms. I may have approached you,
pursued you, but you said yes.” He nuzzled slowly down the others
neck. “That blood is as much on your hands as mine.” Vader
chuckled.

Obi-Wan
stared at the pond, eyes wide before he whimpered and pushed
insistently at the other, desperately scrambling away on
his elbows from him while
shaking his head in denial. “No, no, I-”

“No?
Did you not fall into my arms Obi-Wan? Told
me you loved me? Stayed by my side as much as you could and shared
the heat of my bed? Yet you
didn’t see my darkness old master?” Vader teased gently. “Were
you really so blind to it?”

Wide
green eyes stared at him.

“I…”

“You, the one I was closest to? Were you so attached you went blind
Obi-Wan?” Vader slowly crawled after him.

Trembling,
Obi-Wan shook his head again. “Stop…please…please Anakin stop
talking.”
He whispered and finally
Vader did stop talking, instead just drawing his crying husband to
his chest and holding him tightly while cooing gently at him to
sooth.

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Stepping off the
ramp, Vader glanced around the platform before frowning and looking
to the commander instead. “Where is my husband?”

“Lord Kenobi
refused to leave his meditation room. He said if you wanted him, you
could come find him my lord.” Cody offered, wishing he could move
from the imposing man but training kept him in salute even as the
Sith frowned more thunderously.

“I see, has he
been difficult since you arrived with him?”

“A bit sir. He’s
been trying to escape but hasn’t gotten far. We did have to lock
him out of the hanger though, to ensure he wouldn’t be able to
enter it alone.” He shifted, giving a nod to Appo before following
Vader into the Bast castle.

“I see…”
Vader would need to speak to Obi-Wan about proper behavior it seemed,
he wouldn’t be able to bring the man to Coruscant if he couldn’t
trust him.

Sidious was sure to
use it against him if Obi-Wan didn’t behave.

Heading to the
specially created meditation room Vader waved the troopers off as he
didn’t need support to see his husband.

After all, Obi-Wan
would never hurt him.

He didn’t bother
knocking and instead stepped in, half smiling as he found the redhead
right off the bat, Obi-Wan sitting with his leggings rolled up and
his feet in the pond of the room.

The entire room was
large, Vader specially designing it for his love to simulate a garden
since Vjun did not grow plant life, the room equipped with soft
grass, flowers, a gentle rushing pond with small fishes in it and
flowering bushes.

“You didn’t
come to greet me.” He offered lightly as he dropped his cape by the
door, moving to the pond.

Obi-Wan opened his
eyes from his attempted meditation and gave the man a long look,
trying to hide the shiver at the sight of those yellow eyes on him as
the man came ever closer. “…I didn’t want to.”

“Come, you must
have missed me.” Vader teased gently, settling down beside him on
his knees.

“Its hard to miss
someone you don’t really know. I certainly don’t know you.”
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at him then looked away. “I certainly
don’t know Lord Vader.”

“I’m still your
Anakin.” Vader hummed and reached out, cupping the others chin to
turn Obi-Wan’s head back to him, stroking the surprisingly soft
bristles gently.

“Are you really?
I’m not sure Anakin ever really existed.” Obi-Wan huffed bitterly
and tugged away from the grasping hand, turning his head again.

“Are you really
that ungrateful that I saved you?” Vader growled, eyes flashing as
he tried to keep a lid on his temper.

“Ungrateful?
Saved me? You killed my family!” Obi-Wan yelped out, shifting his
feet out of the water finally while pushing back, eyes on the other
man. “You killed the Jedi Order and you think this prison sentence
you have me in is saving me? I’m Force blind and captured and at
your mercy!”

“Because you are
mine Obi-Wan.” Vader
growled, crawling after him, mech hand lashing out like a striking
snake, grasping Obi-Wan by the shoulder and pushing him down on his
back in the grass, Vader hovering over him.

The two stared at each others, Obi-Wan’s eyes wide in upset and
Vader’s eyes narrowed in raw rage.

“…You
shouldn’t make me angry dear one, its not in your best interest. If
it wasn’t for me you’d already be dead.” His
face softened and he stroked the others cheek gently. “And I don’t
wish you dead.”

He leaned down slowly only for his lipss to brush the others cheek
when Obi-Wan stubbornly looked away from him, the Jedi’s hands
clenched into the others tunic at the shoulders, trying to press him
away.

“Obi-Wan.” He growled in annoyance.

“You
carry the blood of the Jedi Order on your hands and you think I’m
going to willingly submit myself to your kiss?” Obi-Wan whispered,
shaking. “Shame on you and shame on me if I let you kiss me. You
have the blood of younglings on your hands.”

Staring down at the away turned face, Vader shifted and let his lips
gently trail along the shell of the others ear, smirking a bit when
the other shivered with repressed emotions. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, dear
Obi-Wan…’ He shifted his grip from crushing to holding gently
around the other. “I have so much blood on my hand yes.” He
whispered into the others ear. “And some of it is youngling blood
dear love. But all I’ve done, I’ve done for you.” He felt the
other tense. “Don’t think yourself blameless my dear Jedi, when
you’re the one to fall into my arms. I may have approached you,
pursued you, but you said yes.” He nuzzled slowly down the others
neck. “That blood is as much on your hands as mine.” Vader
chuckled.

Obi-Wan
stared at the pond, eyes wide before he whimpered and pushed
insistently at the other, desperately scrambling away on
his elbows from him while
shaking his head in denial. “No, no, I-”

“No?
Did you not fall into my arms Obi-Wan? Told
me you loved me? Stayed by my side as much as you could and shared
the heat of my bed? Yet you
didn’t see my darkness old master?” Vader teased gently. “Were
you really so blind to it?”

Wide
green eyes stared at him.

“I…”

“You, the one I was closest to? Were you so attached you went blind
Obi-Wan?” Vader slowly crawled after him.

Trembling,
Obi-Wan shook his head again. “Stop…please…please Anakin stop
talking.”
He whispered and finally
Vader did stop talking, instead just drawing his crying husband to
his chest and holding him tightly while cooing gently at him to
sooth.

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The slaver had broken his leg.

No, no that wasn’t right. The man had SHATTERED Kenobi’s right
leg, a shard of bone peeking out through the skin and forming a bump
beneath makeshift bandages from when Helix had tried to use the right
legging as bandages.

One less way for the Jedi to try and escape along with the Force
suppressing wristbands that had been snapped on him.

Infection had set in two days later and the troopers could only watch
as Obi-Wan grew paler and paler, his skin gaining waxy look to it
while flushing pink from fever.

The broken leg was not the only injury the other sported but it was
the one that was currently burning his body up from the inside,
making it impossible for the Jedi to properly focus as one of his men
would remain close to him at all time, gently touching him to check
on his fever, Helix checking on his leg as often as possible and the
rest of his consciousness slipping in and out.

Cody’s gentle hand was familiar on his brow and Obi-Wan gave him a
weak smile. “Some Jedi huh…”

“All due respect sir…you may lose your leg, I’m amazed you
aren’t screaming each time Helix tries to help you.” Cody offered
in full seriousness back, brushing the others sweaty hair away from
the others face before glancing at Helix.

The medic gave him a serious look back.

Their Jedi was in a bad form.

They needed to escape and escape sooner rather then later.

“You’re in very bad form General.” Helix murmured, hissing at
the swollen, redness around the bone shard that poked out. “Our poor
General…” He murmured, gently petting the mans ankle.

Obi-Wan didn’t respond much, giving a soft mumble with his eyes
closed.

He looked so small.

They were all aware that their General was not exactly a small man
but all of his friends and close people were taller then him and
without the armor he wore he just seemed smaller.

Injured?

That made him smaller.

Cody slowly looked at the others, catching their eyes before he
started to form hand signals.

Boil and Waxer shifted from where they were closest to the doors,
ready for when their water ration for the day were to be delivered.

Helix took Cody’s spot, the medic to stay with the General to
ensure his safety while Cody got ready with the rest.

No armor, no weapons but the clones were one of the most dangerous
people in the galaxy.

After all, a group of clones could take down Jedi if they wanted.

They knew how to ambush and get weapons.

The slaver and his thugs never stood a chance.

Placing the blaster muzzle to the slavers forehead, Cody stared
coldly down at him as the man started to sweat and plead as his men
were already on the ground with troopers getting their leaving ready.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time. Give me one hour with you and
I would have made what you did to our General seem like child’s
play.” The commander offered in an icy voice. “This? This is
mercy compared to what we’d usually do to you for hurting our
General.”

“Commander!” Longshot called out, Cody raising his free hand to
show he was paying attention while not turning his eyes of the
slaver. “General’s on the stretcher and we’re ready to go.”

Cody gave a low hum then smirked down at the slaver. “Like I said,
I don’t have time.” He pulled the trigger and turned, no longer
giving the dead man anymore attention. “Alright, lets move out, we
need to get the General to a bacta tank.”

“Yes sir!”

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The slaver had broken his leg.

No, no that wasn’t right. The man had SHATTERED Kenobi’s right
leg, a shard of bone peeking out through the skin and forming a bump
beneath makeshift bandages from when Helix had tried to use the right
legging as bandages.

One less way for the Jedi to try and escape along with the Force
suppressing wristbands that had been snapped on him.

Infection had set in two days later and the troopers could only watch
as Obi-Wan grew paler and paler, his skin gaining waxy look to it
while flushing pink from fever.

The broken leg was not the only injury the other sported but it was
the one that was currently burning his body up from the inside,
making it impossible for the Jedi to properly focus as one of his men
would remain close to him at all time, gently touching him to check
on his fever, Helix checking on his leg as often as possible and the
rest of his consciousness slipping in and out.

Cody’s gentle hand was familiar on his brow and Obi-Wan gave him a
weak smile. “Some Jedi huh…”

“All due respect sir…you may lose your leg, I’m amazed you
aren’t screaming each time Helix tries to help you.” Cody offered
in full seriousness back, brushing the others sweaty hair away from
the others face before glancing at Helix.

The medic gave him a serious look back.

Their Jedi was in a bad form.

They needed to escape and escape sooner rather then later.

“You’re in very bad form General.” Helix murmured, hissing at
the swollen, redness around the bone shard that poked out. “Our poor
General…” He murmured, gently petting the mans ankle.

Obi-Wan didn’t respond much, giving a soft mumble with his eyes
closed.

He looked so small.

They were all aware that their General was not exactly a small man
but all of his friends and close people were taller then him and
without the armor he wore he just seemed smaller.

Injured?

That made him smaller.

Cody slowly looked at the others, catching their eyes before he
started to form hand signals.

Boil and Waxer shifted from where they were closest to the doors,
ready for when their water ration for the day were to be delivered.

Helix took Cody’s spot, the medic to stay with the General to
ensure his safety while Cody got ready with the rest.

No armor, no weapons but the clones were one of the most dangerous
people in the galaxy.

After all, a group of clones could take down Jedi if they wanted.

They knew how to ambush and get weapons.

The slaver and his thugs never stood a chance.

Placing the blaster muzzle to the slavers forehead, Cody stared
coldly down at him as the man started to sweat and plead as his men
were already on the ground with troopers getting their leaving ready.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time. Give me one hour with you and
I would have made what you did to our General seem like child’s
play.” The commander offered in an icy voice. “This? This is
mercy compared to what we’d usually do to you for hurting our
General.”

“Commander!” Longshot called out, Cody raising his free hand to
show he was paying attention while not turning his eyes of the
slaver. “General’s on the stretcher and we’re ready to go.”

Cody gave a low hum then smirked down at the slaver. “Like I said,
I don’t have time.” He pulled the trigger and turned, no longer
giving the dead man anymore attention. “Alright, lets move out, we
need to get the General to a bacta tank.”

“Yes sir!”

Okay so, I wanted to share this idea with you; what if the clones were force sensitive? Not like jedi levels but enough that they could be like ‘oh hey there’s a jedi coming over here’ or ‘oh crap is that a sith?’ And maybe the kaminoans bred them so that the light side of the force feels soothing. this boils down to, if they were ever in the temple they would be so relaxed u//u sleepy clones.

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They know when a Sith is coming.

They know when a Jedi is coming.

They know the difference and their
blasters are cocked and ready when the darksiders come around the
corner and they know when their Jedi are limping and tired and need
them to move fast.

Its something of a mysterious until
Obi-Wan and Anakin needs their commander and captain at the temple
for the simple reason to issue orders from the medical bed.

And neither are very awake for it.

In fact, both Rex and Cody are visibly
struggling against the drowsiness they experience, fighting to be
alert and at attention as they eye both Obi-Wan’s healing bruises
and the cuts on Anakin’s face with weary worry.

Not to mention both Jedi’s broken
legs that needs a slow healing knitter so not to rush and ruin them.

“Cody, Rex, have any clones ever been
in the temple before.” Obi-Wan can’t help but question after what
feels like half an hour of the same information being exchanged with
them both shrugging.

“Occasionally sir but for the most
part we meed up at the barracks. First time I’ve spent any amount
of time here.” Captain Rex volunteered.

Anakin knew that look on his master’s
face, the look of someone having a theory and finding the clues to
make it match.

“I wonder…Commander Cody, I’m
going to do something and I want to tell me if you feel it.” The
man rubbed his chin slowly, running his fingers over his beard.

Watching curiously, Anakin sat up
enough to watch Cody affirm with a sleepy noise before he felt
Obi-Wan reach out slowly in a training exercise Anakin remembered
from his padawan days.

A soft brush against the mind, a hello,
a greeting, safety, welcome. A connection.

Cody instantly shifted and looked
around before focusing on his General, blinking amber eyes. “Was
that you sir?”

“You could hear it then?” Obi-Wan
sat back in satisfaction before looking at Anakin. “I believe our
troopers are all Force sensitive Anakin?”

“Really? That would explain quite a
few things.” The blond mused. “It can’t be much though.”

“No, they would never had been made
Jedi but they are Force sensitive enough to be touched, contacted and
feel the world around them. A second of warning of the light and the
dark side.” Obi-Wan smiled in satisfaction then turned back to
Cody, eyes glittering. “And this information explains why you are
both so tired.”

“Really sir?” Rex blinked, shifting
his helmet against his hip.

“The temple is…soothing. Especially
to those untrained yet conditioned to the light side of the Force.
You react strongly positive to Jedi yet negatively to Sith. The dark
and the light side respectively.”

“I’d say that was a good thing
Gene-” The word was broken up by a bone cracking yawn that left
Cody floundering faintly.

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and nodded. “I
believe so too Cody but perhaps our next meetings should be held
outside the temple?” His eyes turned amused. “Or else I swear you
may both fall asleep on your feet as you speak.” He teased.

Both Cody and Rex smiled sheepishly
back.

Okay so, I wanted to share this idea with you; what if the clones were force sensitive? Not like jedi levels but enough that they could be like ‘oh hey there’s a jedi coming over here’ or ‘oh crap is that a sith?’ And maybe the kaminoans bred them so that the light side of the force feels soothing. this boils down to, if they were ever in the temple they would be so relaxed u//u sleepy clones.

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They know when a Sith is coming.

They know when a Jedi is coming.

They know the difference and their
blasters are cocked and ready when the darksiders come around the
corner and they know when their Jedi are limping and tired and need
them to move fast.

Its something of a mysterious until
Obi-Wan and Anakin needs their commander and captain at the temple
for the simple reason to issue orders from the medical bed.

And neither are very awake for it.

In fact, both Rex and Cody are visibly
struggling against the drowsiness they experience, fighting to be
alert and at attention as they eye both Obi-Wan’s healing bruises
and the cuts on Anakin’s face with weary worry.

Not to mention both Jedi’s broken
legs that needs a slow healing knitter so not to rush and ruin them.

“Cody, Rex, have any clones ever been
in the temple before.” Obi-Wan can’t help but question after what
feels like half an hour of the same information being exchanged with
them both shrugging.

“Occasionally sir but for the most
part we meed up at the barracks. First time I’ve spent any amount
of time here.” Captain Rex volunteered.

Anakin knew that look on his master’s
face, the look of someone having a theory and finding the clues to
make it match.

“I wonder…Commander Cody, I’m
going to do something and I want to tell me if you feel it.” The
man rubbed his chin slowly, running his fingers over his beard.

Watching curiously, Anakin sat up
enough to watch Cody affirm with a sleepy noise before he felt
Obi-Wan reach out slowly in a training exercise Anakin remembered
from his padawan days.

A soft brush against the mind, a hello,
a greeting, safety, welcome. A connection.

Cody instantly shifted and looked
around before focusing on his General, blinking amber eyes. “Was
that you sir?”

“You could hear it then?” Obi-Wan
sat back in satisfaction before looking at Anakin. “I believe our
troopers are all Force sensitive Anakin?”

“Really? That would explain quite a
few things.” The blond mused. “It can’t be much though.”

“No, they would never had been made
Jedi but they are Force sensitive enough to be touched, contacted and
feel the world around them. A second of warning of the light and the
dark side.” Obi-Wan smiled in satisfaction then turned back to
Cody, eyes glittering. “And this information explains why you are
both so tired.”

“Really sir?” Rex blinked, shifting
his helmet against his hip.

“The temple is…soothing. Especially
to those untrained yet conditioned to the light side of the Force.
You react strongly positive to Jedi yet negatively to Sith. The dark
and the light side respectively.”

“I’d say that was a good thing
Gene-” The word was broken up by a bone cracking yawn that left
Cody floundering faintly.

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and nodded. “I
believe so too Cody but perhaps our next meetings should be held
outside the temple?” His eyes turned amused. “Or else I swear you
may both fall asleep on your feet as you speak.” He teased.

Both Cody and Rex smiled sheepishly
back.