Commander Cody

What happens next in Dangerous Galaxy??? How does Cody react to a crying Obi-Wan showing up at his door??

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When the door opened, Cody thought nothing of it as he lifted his cup to his mouth and looked up, figuring it was just one of the 212th or 501st coming to see them and report. He ended up regretting it though as Longshot and Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway, the former with his arm around the latter.

But it was the appearance of his Jedi that sent Cody’s caff into the wrong pipe, his eyes watering as he hacked and choked despite jumping to his feet, the cup clattering to the floor as he forced his body to obey while making his way over. “General.” He gasped out, both from the shock and his impromptu coughing fit.

Obi-Wan looked a mess, his lip and face was swollen and bruising, his clothes was a rumpled mess and he had not missed that Obi-Wan was limping or the fact that Obi-Wan was leaning on Longshot arm.

And he was trembling.

For all the relief Obi-Wan’s eyes had, and concern at the coughing fit, he was trembling faintly, like a skittish, frightened tooka.

“Co-Cody, are you alright?” The man questioned and Cody had the hysterical urge to laugh as he instead reached out and cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, hearing Rex quietly comm Helix behind him.

Obi-Wan flinched under the touch. “I think I should be the one asking that sir.” Cody breathed out, staring at the other.

He hadn’t known the other was ordered to the Senate.

He had heard from Ponds what had happened to his General, had known that Mace Windu had been to the Rotunda but no one had said…

No one had seen Obi-Wan at the Rotunda, he thought the other was sleeping in the temple for ka’ra’s sake!

‘But he was in the Rotunda. Someone hurt him. Someone hurt my General.’ Cody swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to apologize, only for Obi-Wan to beat him to the punch as he folded himself down, his aura that usually filled rooms to make him seem so much larger than life to every trooper seemingly disappearing as he dropped himself to Cody’s shoulder with his hands finding the plastoid chest piece to hold onto.

Their General, a cliff in the face of misery and pain, finally broke for the waves as a sob escaped the man, clinging to Cody with the fragility of a newborn skrill pup and Cody felt his heart break, the shattered pieces digging its way around his chest.

From the look on Longshot’s face, he wasn’t the only one as Cody carefully reached up and wrapped his arms around the other man, feeling how he was pressing his face to Cody’s armor.

It must hurt, a faint part of Cody pointed out that Obi-Wan’s face was swollen, beaten for sure and the skin must be tender but Obi-Wan couldn’t seem to get enough of pressing closer to Cody as the commander hugged him, murmuring nonsensical but hopefully comforting words into the Jedi’s hair.

There was a commotion further down the hall, and on instinct, Cody drew Obi-Wan further into the room, rocking slowly in what felt like a useless motion but hoped was helping.

Proved to be a good decision as Helix suddenly arrived, his blacks hastily done up and a medpack in his hands, his hair wild and his eyes wide. If Cody was to take a guess,  the other had either been sleeping or had been having some fun.

Didn’t matter now.

When the CMO’s of the 212th eyes fell on Obi-Wan pressed to Cody’s shoulder, his eyes widened, narrowing and then a cool professionalism entered them in seconds as he took a deep breath.

They all knew how Obi-Wan was, treating him different wouldn’t help.

No, it would make things worse and Helix was doing his best it seemed.

Longshot touched the medic’s shoulder and Cody watched as the vod quickly tied the others hair into the familiar bun the medic wore his hair in with a piece of string from his belt pouch, Helix giving a grateful nod before he approached and gently touched Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Just as when Cody touched him minutes earlier, Obi-Wan flinched and reluctantly lifted reddened eyes to meet Helix, the medic’s expression wobbling before settling on a gentle expression. “Look’s like you could use a helping hand sir,” He murmured, lifting the first aid pack into view. Something told Cody it wouldn’t be enough. “Would you be willing to come to the medbay?” Helix realized it too.

But was willing to leave the decision in Obi-Wan’s hands.

After the night he had, Obi-Wan needed to be able to make choices and the troopers would make adjustment as needed.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan, after letting out a hiccuping cough, nodded slowly. “Y-Yes Helix, I…” Obi-Wan glanced nervously at Cody.

Settling his hand on the Jedi’s shoulder, feeling a flinch in the other despite Cody telegraphing his movements. “I’ll come with if you want.” Cody stated softly, smiling sadly when Obi-Wan desperately latched onto his arm.

As if to reassure himself that Cody would indeed come.

Shifting closer, Cody raised his arm so the other could lean on it instead, murmuring softly as they started walking through the suspiciously empty white hall, Helix leading them to the medbay.

He gave Rex and Longshot a burning glance over his shoulder, a silent order that both nodded grimly to.

Find out who had the General and find out now.

Because Cody’s priority was right here and now, with Obi-Wan as the other limped slowly at his side, Cody resisting the urge to bridal carry his Jedi and wrap him protectively away.

The Senate was going to burn.

AWOL Jedi is so good! You’ve really outdone yourself! ^^I’m super excited to find out what happens next with the great Coruscant escape and all the little clones! I wonder if we will see some troopers and/or Jedi stepping up and adopting some tiny clone children?

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Raising his finger, vaguely gesturing to the tanks in front of him, Obi-Wan opened his mouth without a word escaping him, turning his head to look at the amused looking commander standing at his side.

When Obi-Wan didn’t seem to find the words he wanted, Cody shrugged slightly. “Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you General. We found them while removing the other tubies and getting them into the ship.” Cody looked back to the tubes.

Obi-Wan too did, tilting his head before reaching out, hesitating then pressing his hand to the warm glass. The touch made it easier to reach out and touch the brilliant little signatures of the babies in front of him.

The clones.

His clones, five little redheads, growing slowly and steadily as these were untampered clones.

Why had the kaminoan’s thought to do this?

Glancing at the others, Obi-Wan let out a small noise as he stared at the other clones, his eyes lingering on Anakin’s for a touch longer and then looked to Cody again. “We… we already have another one of Yoda’s kind in the order, a babe. It will be good for him to have others around him.” His mind latched onto that.

It was easier to consider the longevity of Yoda and Grogu with the little clones of Yoda, knowing that they would all be able to latch onto each other. They would lose other beings as age and death came for them, slowly but steadily as the years progressed but even as they grew older, they would still be there for each other.

Brilliant little lights of Force sensitivity, able to keep each other company, provide each other support.

Cody tilted his head, eyeing Obi-Wan seriously for a few moments before realizing that the other just didn’t have the capacity to deal with this BS today when he had only just arrived back home last night.

Humming quietly, Cody nodded in understanding, crossing his arms over his chest. “The medics say that there will be a few months before they can be removed from the tubes. Same with the youngest of the trooper clones.” He tacked on.

Due to there being several donors, one couldn’t just call them ‘clones of Jango’ anymore.

Obi-Wan actually knew that Cody and Rex were among the donors of the younger clones, due to their success rates and he suspected that Bly and Wolffe was also donors that had been used to create their younger vode.

He was relieved that Cody recognized that Obi-Wan was just to done to deal with this today.

Especially since he was also sick.

A trickle in the back of his throat warned him, his arm raising to catch his cough as it rattled through his aching chest.

His lowered immune system had not been happy with the trip to Coruscant and then back, something Helix and the other CMO had warned the Jedi that suffered from permanently lowered immune systems from the abuse of stims during the war that trips off planet could lead to respiratory infections.

Most commonly, a cold.

Cody’s hand settled on his back, rubbing slowly and gently. “How about we return to the rest of the 212th, hmm? I bet you Longshot has some warm tea ready for you already.” He stated softly and Obi-Wan fought not to moan at the idea.

Warm tea with maybe a dash of honey sounded beautiful and he quietly followed the other as he heard Aayla coming running down the hall, likely having been informed about her own little clones. He barely got a nod from her as she burst into the room with Bly following close behind.

He and Cody paused, blinking back into it as Aayla zeroed in on her clones, standing in front of them with a reverent touch to the closest tube, a conflicting mix of emotions from love to fear echoing into the Force.

“…Huh, she reacted better than Skywalker did.” Cody mused out loud and Obi-Wan glanced at the warped durasteel panel of the north wall.

Yeah… he wasn’t going to deal with all that yet. “Tea.” He plaintively stated, grasping Cody’s hand with the man’s face softened, his commander pulling him along with a smile.

Are Anakin & the Clones going to try and figure out who tipped off Grievous in Secret We Carry?

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Tapping his fingers on the table in frustration and swamping guilt mixed with horror, Anakin stared at the lines of comm codes on the terminal display.

Regardless how long he stared however, nothing changed and Cody finally seemed to have enough as he cleared his throat behind him. “There’s… very little here.” The commander pointed out almost delicately.

Considering what they were seeing and the things it implied, Anakin appreciated that.

Every long range signal of the Negotiator and Resolute were listed here, hell, Cody and Rex had gone about shaking down a few of the tech advanced clones for their long range communicators even.

So those comms were in here too.

And so far, there were only three comm codes that lead away from the ships, everything else was between the two ships, troopers communicating with each others.

One of the comm codes were the council, the secure line, the line Anakin had used often enough lately to have it memorized.

The second was Ahsoka’s line, leading to the comm Anakin had personally secured to ensure being able to safely speak to his padawan.

And the last was the comm Anakin had spoken to Palpatine on.

Out of those three…

The council comms were some of the most secure lines in the galaxy, Jedi slicers had worked on those and the only way to break into them would be to break into the temple itself and gain the comm codes and break it from the inside.

The line Anakin spoke with Ahsoka on could have been compromised of course… but Anakin had himself worked on that line and if there was one thing Anakin prided himself, it was his skill with technology.

That and dueling was the things he was good with.

That left the Chancellor’s own line.

Had the chancellor office become compromised, had an aid been listening in or…

Anakin closed his eyes, breathing through his nose shakily.

No, he knew what had happened.

He knew because Palpatine had never been subtle of his attempt to circumvent Obi-Wan’s authority and position in Anakin’s life, had always tried to make himself Anakin’s mentor in some way. And Anakin, shamefully, would admit that he had liked the attention.

Palpatine had never judged him for wanting things outside the order or doing things differently.

But…

Would he really go so far as to leak Obi-Wan’s position?

‘Yes, yes he would.’ A shiver passed down Anakin’s back, the Force whispering its confirmation in his ear.

He wasn’t stupid, he may have been a bit slow at times, but he understood emotions and the covetous nature of the old politician. Anakin, as a young child, had not understood why Palpatine kept asking for him.

But as a teen and adult, he had come to understand that the Chancellor understood the power Anakin had at his disposal in the Force.

For some reason, the man wanted Anakin’s favor and confidence because of that.

Well, the reasons seemed pretty apparent to Anakin, Anakin could literally ragdoll an entire planet if he wanted to. Had actually done it once during a breakdown with Obi-Wan on a moon, something both of them had kept from all other Jedi and even the Chancellor.

The power would have scared people and Anakin had understood that as a seventeen year old padawan, sitting with Obi-Wan as he carefully put bacta patches on his hurting master’s back with shaking hands, the man’s quiet voice, reassuring voice in his ear.

He’d almost lost Obi-Wan, had felt Obi-Wan’s life drain out of him, just as when he had found his mother a few years later and… well, he had a lot more understanding for Obi-Wan’s rage at seeing master Qui-Gon’s death.

The only reason he had not ragdolled Tatooine came from his rage being focused, though, looking back, Anakin was not proud of what he had done that dark night and he banished those thoughts far, far away.

Standing here and now, Anakin wasn’t sure what to do as he opened his eyes, staring at the comm codes again.

He couldn’t prove anything.

But he could be on guard at the very least. ‘And we’ll need to inform the council… Force, this is such a mess.’ Anakin sighed deeply, shoulders slumping.

All he wanted was to sit with his wife, watch Obi-Wan eat a full meal while not becoming uncomfortable and play sabbac with Ahsoka, was that really so much to ask for?

Oh no is padme one of those senators in dangerous galaxy??

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Staring, Cody wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing.

This was one of the last things he had been expecting when he had entered the lounging room behind Senator Amidala’s office, the space where she entertained guests and made less official negotiations possible.

Or well, he knew WHAT but the why was kinda escaping him.

Anakin however perked up when the captain and the commander stepped in, waving his gloved mech hand at them since his other was resting on the table beside him, his fingernails glittery blue as he sat reclined back in an upholstered chair. “Rex, Cody! Hey, you’re here.”

In front of him, in a similar chair that had obviously been dragged closer, Padme Amidala sat with the Jedi’s feet in her lap, completely focused on painting the nails on the left foot, the other already finished.

Those too were also covered in glittery blue nail polish.

She gave an absent greeting, clearly wanting to focus on doing her job correctly.

“What’s going on here?” Rex managed to get out, voice strained and Cody could just feel the way the other was tempted to go for the blaster.

Technically, she was touching the Jedi.

But this seemed…

Harmless.

And Anakin Skywalker looked happy, so this wasn’t some kind of feminization kink or humiliation thing, not with how content he looked and Cody had seen both Obi-Wan and Anakin with painted nails before actually.

“Nail painting?” Anakin glanced at the preoccupied senator then back at them. “Padme tries to make sure that when I’m on Coruscant, no one else can request me. Bail tries to do the same for Obi-Wan. But we were kinda bore-”

Senator Amidala let out a huge snort. “You were bored, I was doing my paperwork.” She sniffed delicately before straightening, smiling happily as she picked up the polish bottle from the table and screwed the brush in.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so I was bored. I forgot to bring my tech this time. Excuuuuse me.” He pouted at her.

‘They’re friends.’ The realization hit Cody like a hammer and he felt something deflate inside him.

Relief maybe.

Because for the first time since this entire thing started, they have allies, allies with power that can keep the Jedi safe.

Or at least do SOMETHING.

Finally, the Senator finishes up and pats Anakin’s foot, smiling at him before turning her eyes to Rex and Cody. “Please, take a seat. I apologize for not offering sooner but I was never really good at painting nails and I need to focus when I do it.” She sighed slightly.

Grabbing chairs, the two troopers did as told, settling down as Padme lifted a piece of white machinery from the table. Turning it on, it lit up in blue and she held it over the nails she had just painted.

If Cody was to take a guess, it was something to make the nail polish dry quicker likely.

Rex was still vibrating a bit, most likely the leftover rage and adrenaline more than anything and clearly Anakin realized it by the way he sent the captain a concerned look.

Thankfully though, he said nothing as Amidala instead started talking. “Bail and I, along with a few of the more agreeable senators have been trying to get rid of the…” She trailed off, her eyes twitching a bit before she sighed deeply. “The servitude the Jedi order has to the Senate. Unfortunately the Senate moves slowly and quite a few are very unwilling to give up on it.” Amidala stated bitterly, staring down at Anakin’s feet on her lap, tilting the machine in her hand lightly to turn the light.

Cody and Rex exchanged glances as Anakin made his focus his own finger nails, studying how they glittered in the light.

But his ears were red, a sign of his humiliation.

“Is…is there anything we can do?” Cody finally questioned.

That got him a wry smile along with something steely in Amidala’s expression, her eyes darting to Anakin before back to Cody. “Well, unless you have power in the Senate or storm it, I don’t think so.” She stated in a light tone.

Cody felt his breath catch a bit.

She knew.

Or at the very least she suspected.

And would work with the clones since she gotten Anakin to invite them here to this private moment.

That was… a surprise, Padme Amidala’s ideals for peace and justice were strong.

But what was happening to the Jedi order, to the clones and to many of the outer and middle core planets were injustice. Injustice that the Senate did not move to aid or fix. “I see… you help the Jedi then?” He glanced at Anakin too.

Perking up at that, Anakin nodded. “Padme tries to take our slots as best she can. She can’t always help or even help everyone, neither can Senator Organa. But they try, they and a few others.” He grinned happily.

‘Can’t always help.’ The word stuck with Cody and he could spot the Senator hand curving almost protectively around the bump of Anakin’s ankle, as if she could shield the bigger man from the threat other Senators posed.

Can’t always meant that some had asked for Anakin.

Looking at the Senator, Cody waited until she lifted her eyes to meet his. Only then did he give a vicious smile, watching how her eyes widened in surprise before she matched it.

The Troopers had an ally with teeth.

Oh, so I know you’re done with Kyber tears. But I agree with you, its one of my favorite works from you and I adore it and I would just love to see something from it. Maybe a little series of oneshots for the after, Cody and the others dealing with the recovery, Obi-Wan getting used to new legs maybe or just anything really. Because it was such an original concept and I just miss the story.

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Obi-Wan is asleep, his head pillowed on one of his arms with the other resting along his chest and Cody knows that he should cover the Jedi up with the black blanket with white stars on it resting innocently on the back of the couch for the man but for the life of him, Cody can’t bring himself to move.

Can’t stop staring at where Obi-Wan’s thighs tapers off into stumps as he stands at the end of the couch where Obi-Wan’s head rests.

They’re covered by the sewed up leggings of course but he’s seen the damage beneath, the scar tissue, can imagine it now as easily as he can the back of his own hands.

And for the life of him, he can’t stop staring, occasionally flickering his eyes up to Obi-Wan’s face to take in that he’s still deeply asleep, the glow of his freckles dimmed with the others state of relaxation before Cody’s eyes are flickering down again.

It looks so wrong, the parts missing of Obi-Wan making Cody’s stomach clench up despite how much Obi-Wan has healed and adapted to his missing limbs.

It reminds Cody how much he failed his General, failed Obi-Wan.

Or that’s how it feels like to Cody.

That he failed Obi-Wan, that the other was taken while Cody wasn’t looking and paid a price so heavy that he’s been permanently altered.

Even should Obi-Wan decide to get prosthetic, he is still changed.

Changed because Cody hadn’t been there, hadn’t protected the other.

It was an illogical thought, Obi-Wan was more than capable at protecting himself and the idea that Cody could have done something against a trained Sith…

But thoughts didn’t have to be rational and emotions certainly weren’t.

And so Cody hurt as he watched his Jedi.

Obi-Wan let out a small mewl in his sleep, stretches slowly with his thighs pressing out, muscles quivering slowly and Cody feels something in his chest clench hard at the sight of those stumped thighs twitching slightly out into the air before flopping back down on the couch.

‘…He’s alive. He’s chipped and wobbly and rattles on the table like a cup but just like the cup I fixed with glue when Boil chipped it, he’s still here. He just needs a little help, a little glue. Undeniably still alive.’ Cody reminded himself sternly even as his own guilt tried to eat him up.

Slowly, carefully, to avoid waking Obi-Wan, Cody made his way between the couch and the caff table, carefully kneeling down facing the man. Then he equally carefully grasped the hand Obi-Wan wasn’t laying on, just holding it.

The hand was warm in his, Obi-Wan’s sleeping body doing better to heat him than when he was awake, the amputation of his legs disrupting his system according to Helix and Cody felt something slowly ease in his chest at the feeling.

It made it easier to look away from the stumps, to reach for the blanket over the back and tenderly tuck it around Obi-Wan one handed, still holding onto his General hand with his other.

Still alive.

In Dangerous Galaxy, why does Ponds have a black eye? Or I’m assuming he had a black eye. Is it because his men had to keep him occupied to avoid doing anything too rash?I can’t help but think of Mace, not only is this power trip physical but I wonder if they’ve said something verbally to him too? Aahh. My poor Mace 😭 Is there any outward effects now that the Lightning squad knows and maybe past it off for something else?After the Vode burn down the Senate, there is a ton of healing and therapy to do…

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Settling his hip against the table, Cody let out a deep sigh as he waited on the General to answer his damn comm.

The meeting hadn’t really lead to much, just vague plans, names that they were going to get rid of, Fox suggesting they burn down the Chancellor office, Ponds complaining about the shiny that gave him the black eye during sparring, set up by his men to keep Ponds from killing everyone and so on and forth with the others.

Oh and Ponds crying into the table while Fox awkwardly patted the others back.

Honestly, he felt with the other.

Beside Obi-Wan, Mace Windu was the most popular pick.

Made sense with how stationary he was on Coruscant but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Ponds less.

Cody had made an effort not to say anything about how Aayla Secura most likely would have topped the list too if it wasn’t for her habit of staying away from the core.

Maybe for the very reason the troopers were going to burn the Senate down. But yes, he wasn’t about to say that out loud, Bly was already a angry ball.

If he said that, Bly was going to go feral for sure.

Shaking himself, Cody frowned when only audio feed filtered in. “Skywalker here.” Came the absent answer, a quiet humming from someone else in the feed filtering in.

Cocking his head, Cody glanced at Rex, the other shrugging.

As far as they knew, the other should be in the Jedi temple…

All three of their Jedi should.

“Commander Cody here, sir, I was wondering if we could talk. Privately.” He tacked on quietly, listening as the humming cut of, his frown growing as he exchanged a thoroughly confused look with Rex.

The voice had sounded female but it certainly was not Commander Ahsoka, so who…

“Oh, um, I don’t kn-what?” Someone else spoke up, clearly female but the actual words weren’t caught, just like the humming had been faint. But someone else was speaking to Anakin. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re most likely right bu-oh, I guess. Okay, um, Commander, I’m in Senator Amidala’s office right now, so if you’re still interested, she’d like to talk with you too.” The Jedi stated a tad bemusedly.

Cody’s veins froze over with ice.

A Senator.

Senator Amidala.

A Senator their Jedi seemed fond of but that could be a fucked up relationship still, a ‘kind’ Senator that took advantage of the Jedi while seeming good.

His eyes shot up, finding the entire room staring at him or his comm, Wolffe looking like he was about to tear through the door any second and Ponds red rimmed eyes wide as he stared at Cody in horror.

“Commander?” Anakin’s puzzled voice echoed over the comm, over the roar of Cody’s blood and he cleared his throat, feeling like it was too dry.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes, I’m bringing Rex with me.” He said, trying to get over the buzzing in his ears.

So far, Amidala had been far down on the list, they had bigger fish to fry, those that requested Jedi every week, those that left visible marks or clearly was hooped up on some power fantasy or hurt the ones the troopers loved but…

This meeting would show where Amidala laid on the scale and if they needed to get rid of her.

She was a force for good, for peace in the Senate, just like Organa.

But Cody wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if he found what he worried the most about ever since Anakin had come to him with panic in his eyes in a fancy ballroom.

Clipping his comm to his belt, Cody looked to Rex before both jammed their buckets on.

It was make or break down for Senator Amidala and Cody feared what he would find.

“If she’s touching him…” Rex voice trembles, cracking as it comes out through his vocoder but the force of it gains him everyone’s attention. “If she’s using him, I’m killing her. You can’t stop me. He can’t stop me. I’m killing her if she’s one of those demagolka.” He rasped out.

Cody simply rested his hand on Rex pauldron for a moment before moving, feeling everyone’s eyes on them as they made their way out.

He wouldn’t be stopping Rex if that turned out to be the case, no. If anything, he’d be holding the General back because he doubted Rex would be able to hold himself back if that was what they were about to walk in on.

So Waxer and Boil had their baby in the Hoarder verse? Is it okay?

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Rubbing at a little hand, Cody barely hears his love speak.

He’ll blame it on his healing ears and the fact that Obi-Wan’s voice is so low it rasps, turning to look at the Jedi with besotted confusion. “I’m sorry, what?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the little ones.

Giving a drowsy, glassy eyed smile, (all the drugs doing their duty in his system), Obi-Wan repeats himself. “Boil and Waxer’s baby. You didn’t tell me… I mean I saw Waxer but I didn’t think to ask…” He trailed off sleepily, voice slightly slurred.

Cody just knew the other would fall asleep again in moments.

And he deserved it, a solid twenty hours in labor before the first one came, Obi-Wan clenching Cody’s hand in his, crying out with the contractions until the wails of their first baby filled the air as a light bulb in the room had popped, only for the second to be a breech baby.

The medics had been required to do an emergency c-section due to the circumstances.

The medics had of course drugged Obi-Wan up properly for the procedure and the removal of the babies but that didn’t make it any less exhausting on the body, Force sensitive or not.

It had of course helped that General Qui-Gon was there, carefully mopping at Obi-Wan’s brow while sending as much comfort the others way as he could.

After all that, Obi-Wan deserved all the rest he could get.

Smiling softly, Cody continued rubbing at a little hand grasping at his finger. “Their baby?” He finished the half sentence Obi-Wan had tried to sound out.

He got a sleepy little nod.

“Their daughter is fine, needed to be in an incubator for a while, apparently she got jaundice and its easily solved with some light.” He answered in soft tones to keep the other tired.

With the dimness of their room, the sedation in his veins and the warmth, Obi-Wan let out a sleepy little hum of understanding.

Back to sleep he went, with soft, even little breaths.

Chuckling quietly, Cody turned back to their little pink swaddled bundles, topped with blue caps to cover their downy little heads.

For the most part the kids seemed to take mostly after Cody, their skin on the darker side, though not as dark as Cody and while two of them had dusting of dark hair, the other two looked to be lighter.

It would be amazing to see what they eventually turned out to be.

And eyes…

Apparently newborns were generally born with blue eyes, or so a booklet Cody had read said. But eventually their eyes would turn into the color they were suppose to be.

Obi-Wan had theorized, rather early in the pregnancy, that the kids had a chance of going Cody’s amber or a mix of his own and Cody’s.

Something about recessive and dominant genes.

Cody hadn’t been paying too much attention to it at the time, his head resting on Obi-Wan’s belly, listening to the children move as the Jedi petted his hair and teased the springy curls that would disappear the next time Cody cut his hair.

There was a reason he kept it so cropped after all.

“We still haven’t thought of names for you all…” Cody murmured, smiling fondly when the one in the middle of the bassinet twitched at his voice and then settled back.

He and Obi-Wan had of course talked about it.

It had been a bit of a novel experience for him, if Cody was honest.

Clones named themselves, it was one of the few things that were theirs.

But they were also very much conscious beings.

The children wouldn’t be able to name themselves for years and years to come and they had to call them something.

Cody refused to be like the longnecks, dehumanizing his children and not giving them any names and instead a designation that would last until a name was chosen. Though he was more open to the suggestion when Obi-Wan assured him that if the children wanted, they could change or edit their names in the future.

So, they would have to think of names.

Proper ones.

Strong names.

Names that the children would be proud of and maybe want to keep.

He wondered if it be wrong to name one of them ‘Kote’. It had been Cody’s name, what felt like a long time ago, given to him by Fett of all people.

Then Cody found his own name…

But Kote was still a good name, a strong one, one to be proud of.

He’d ask Obi-Wan what he thought, once the Jedi was awake but until then, he was going to settle in and watch his little squad sleep, the sounds of all five’s steady breathing reassuring Cody that his strange little family was fine.

In DangerousGalaxy, do the Guard (and tje rest of the Vode) start running interference whenever a Jedi comes to the rotunda? I’m guessing they won’t ask what the jedi is doing there and it might be an actually legitimate reason so how do they handle that?And what happens when Bly or Wolffe are told?

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Breathing deeply while sharpening his blade, Cody glanced up when the door opened and then glanced back down, steadily working the blade against the tool as Fox quietly sat down beside him at the meeting table.

Now they were only waiting on Wolffe.

Though they knew the other would be late anyhow, apparently General Koon had been called to the Senate, a last minute thing and Wolffe was following him, eyes on every Senator that dared get close to him.

“You’re late.” Bly murmured, Cody glancing up to find the other peering tiredly at Fox.

Bly had gone on a spiteful rage bender after learning about the power the Senators had on Jedi. No one had seen the usually so mild mannered trooper in a mood like that.

Not that anyone blamed him.

He wasn’t the only one and Ponds quietly pressed an ice pack to his left eye as he watched too. Apparently Ponds’ men had been required to keep their commander occupied, considering Ponds was Mace Windu’s commander…

It hadn’t shocked Cody.

If Obi-Wan was popular, then he couldn’t imagine what Mace Windu was.

People in power enjoyed getting one up on other powerful figures and a quick check had confirmed what Cody had feared, his stomach turning at the numbers and time stamps.

Every council member was regularly in the Senate, except for Yoda. But every Jedi master with even a semblance of looks had been to the Senate.

The council more than any and only Obi-Wan had more visits than Mace Windu.

A power fantasy.

Fox grunted, reaching for one of the cups in the middle of the table and pouring himself a cup from the caff can. “Found a commander in the Rotunda. Escorted him to the skycar…” Fox grumbled quietly, taking a small sip and grimacing at the lukewarm flavor.

Pausing, Cody glanced at him.

Fox grimaced again at the look but nodded with a deep sigh.

The troopers had been taking notice of the Senators staying away when the troopers were escorting the Jedi, the Senators seeming reluctant to approach with company. At the very least, they didn’t dare approach them with the obvious intention with a trooper on the side.

Though, they did dare ‘request’ a ‘meeting’ later, the troopers now knowing it was a demand and feeling sick with hindsight to how many clues they had missed.

Those meetings would never again happen as long as a trooper was there.

The troopers had become very good at creating situations that made it impossible for said Senator’s to meet up after all.

Everything from sudden other appointments, to accidents with their offices or themselves, being trapped in the elevators for close to eight hours, a violent if ‘fake’ attack where the culprit was masked and the troopers ‘dealt’ with the culprit while a traumatized senator was kept in security, allergic reactions to keep them in medical, to outright death.

They avoided including the families of said Senators as much as possible, the wives or husbands or children of said person didn’t know what was going on at work, the troopers had made sure of that with monitored calls.

And younglings were a taboo target anyhow, the troopers never wanted to become what they fought against.

The troopers had nailed it down by now, all the ways to keep the Jedi safe and if they couldn’t interrupt it, they dealt with the Senator in question.

So far, they had gotten rid of four.

Cody expected there would be more, soon, but they were playing the careful game and only the Senators that made the most use of Jedi or were violent were dealt with as quickly as possible.

‘Maybe Rex and I could speak with Anakin again,’ Cody went back to his knife sharpening. ‘He’d be sure to provide names. I imagine he knows everyone that the Jedi worry about going to or worry about their padawans going to.’ He mused darkly.

He knew he wouldn’t get anything out of Obi-Wan.

Didn’t want to ask Obi-Wan honestly.

Not when Obi-Wan had looked so relieved that Cody didn’t ask question, that all Cody had done was take the Jedi’s hand and hold it while telling him that Cody would listen, if Obi-Wan wanted to tell him anything.

That Cody would always listen.

No, after that, Cody wouldn’t ask Obi-Wan any questions the other didn’t volunteer first.

But Anakin…

Anakin had a drive to protect Obi-Wan, to protect Ahsoka from the future. Anakin would tell.

The door opened, admitting a fuming Wolffe, the man snarling and punching the wall before he took the last seat, shaking his hand slightly as one leading member of every squadron on Coruscant finally gathered.

It was time to get this meeting on the road.

Time to plan how to burn Coruscant.

Oh, DangerousGalaxy is running into a HUGE tipping point, I can just feel it! The Troopers are going to be UNBELIEVABLY pissed and protective over their Generals and Commanders! And just the fact that Anakin sniffed out Palpetine’s bad intentions because of the preventative classes they take in this AU was just GENIUS! I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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Skywalker has gone to bed.

After explaining what he could, after all, history and law isn’t his strong suit, Skywalker returned to Obi-Wan, the two Jedi sharing a room. The blond had awkwardly explained that he didn’t like leaving the older Jedi alone after occasions like this, even if they had been interrupted.

It brought up bad memories, for both.

And neither Cody nor Rex had missed the man’s reaction of heading to an office.

That left Rex and Cody, the blond having dug through the entire mansion before finding alcohol.

Expensive shit even.

Whoever this mansion belonged to had taste, even if Cody only knew that because Obi-Wan was happy to share his preferred alcohol with his commander during late brain storming sessions.

Rex had poured two full glasses of the whiskey he had found, neither in the mood to pretend that they were just drinking to enjoy.

How could they, after what they had learned?

With what they had learned, things slotted into place, the way some Jedi dressed and covered themselves up. The way others bore their skin openly, as if begging to be looked at.

Cody remembered reading about sexual assault survivors.

How different they could cope.

Some becoming promiscuous and others hiding themselves.

How some reverted to hurting others again and for a horrible moment, Cody’s mind flashed to Krell.

Had that been a reaction born out of feeling powerless?

It wouldn’t make the incident okay in the slightest. Vode had died that day, and if it hadn’t been for Skywalker getting a bad feeling and returning early, more would have.

But it would give even more context, context he sure as shit wasn’t about to tell others about. Rex and the rest didn’t need to think about that.

And powerless…

The book had talked about how survivors would seek other means to control over their bodies. From self harm to food intake.

It was something to be on guard for, as sick as Cody felt, he would have to bring it up with the other commanders and captains. The others needed to know.

Hell, the entire GAR needed to kno-

“Do you think Fox knows?” Rex whisper snapped Cody out of his own head, his eyes finding familiar amber ones. Rex had sat himself against the desk where Anakin had been earlier, hand clenched on the glass of whiskey.

The question made his brain halt.

Did Fox know that their Jedi were being abused?

And not told them?

It seemed…

No, no that was an unjust assumption.

Fox was many things and his distance from the war along with the rest of the CG could mean that the rest of the troopers didn’t always appreciate them. But Fox would never stand for such sexual assault.

Because that was what it all boiled down to.

The Jedi were being sexually abused, even if they didn’t see it that way but as duty.

So he shook his head. “No. We’ll talk with him, see what he thinks and what he’s seen, because he will have seen something. But I will bet you that he doesn’t know what’s going on behind closed doors.” Cody whispered roughly.

Rex’s shoulder slumped and he nodded, both of them going quiet once more.

But with Rex question came the sudden thought of Amidala. Skywalker always looked happy to see her, but was that genuine.

Was she friend or foe?

Was Organa friend or foe?

The Chancellor was not a friend, at least half of the Senate was not, the galaxy was not the friend of the Jedi, that much Cody knew.

No, it wasn’t enough to abuse them, the Senate also had to throw them into the war.

It had never made sense to Cody, the concept of the Jedi having clones made, especially after he had learned from Wolffe that the Jedi that supposedly had them created was dead before the order for the clones were made.

And then there was the sheer credits the Kaminoan’s would have asked for, the Jedi didn’t have that. Or well, if they had, it would have been noticed because large transactions out of the Republic for clones…

Well you don’t just move that much credits without someone noticing, someone that had most likely been silenced about it.

Now this.

“…I’m going to burn down the Senate.” He stated quietly, lifting the whiskey to drink. He could feel Rex staring at him as Cody swallowed the burning liquid down, could feel the weight of the gaze.

When his glass was lowered, he meet Rex gaze again, the two vode staring at each other before a vicious smile crossed Rex face when he realized that Cody was serious. “Good. I’ll help.” Rex lifted his glass in a salute and then drained it in one go.

One brother talked into it.

Now for the rest.

Frankly, he’d have to get Sinker or Boost to sit on Wolffe when they informed him, else he’d go ripping apart the Senate on his own for their buir.

Dangerousgalaxy: I don’t know about Obi-wan but I’d be totally shaken after that. Please tell me Anakin gives him a hug or something. How do the clones react to all this now?

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Taking a deep breath as he rested his hand on the door, Anakin glanced behind him once more for strength before he left the room, the image of a sleeping and comfortable Obi-Wan helping him step outside into the dim hallway.

Just as he had expected since sensing their unique auras, Cody and Rex were waiting for him, both sitting on a crate with their knees knocking together, Rex with his head tilted back against the wall and Cody with his elbows on his knees, head low.

The noise of the door opening however had them both sitting straight, looking at Anakin with searching, worried eyes and in Cody’s case, raw anger.

But Anakin had expected that ever since they returned to the mansion they had been given for the karking charity ball, since hearing Cody’s short, angry little orders to his men, getting the guards set up around the mansion they were using so no one but Jedi or troopers could get in, Anakin’s arm wrapped around Obi-Wan’s slumped shoulders.

He was just grateful both commander and captain had understood that the Jedi needed time to themselves, that they had waited out here as Anakin had sat with Obi-Wan and held the other, as much for his own sake as Obi-Wan.

Able to feel both troopers outside as he pressed his face to Obi-Wan’s neck and rocked the slightly shaking Jedi master.

He had honestly known the moment he told Cody to stop Obi-Wan from going with the Senator that the troopers would want answers, answers to one of the most well kept secrets of the Jedi order that only members knew.

Knew and swore each others to secret on, for their own comfort and sanity.

If the entire galaxy had known just how little control the Jedi had when it came to the government they served…

Anakin knew that there would be even less respect, even in places where Jedi weren’t actively despised or watched with wary interest.

And yet Anakin didn’t know how to start as he stared at the two men, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as he peered at the troopers.

Finally, Cody got to his feet, glancing to the closed door first then up to Anakin. “There’s a room down the hall, its sound proof, looks like a meeting room.” He informed Anakin quietly.

Swallowing thickly, unbidden memories rising, Anakin gave a short nod and marched down the hall, Cody and Rex catching up quickly with the former moving into the lead.

It was a nice enough office, dimly lit with a couch against the corner, an imitation wooden desk in the middle with a fancy looking chair behind it, paintings on the wall of landscapes and fake bookshelves that were suppose to give the impression of being real and therefore expensive, the air slightly stale but Anakin didn’t mind, it made him relax.

Rex instantly moved to the bookshelf, likely noticing something not quite right, tapping his gloved fingertips against the fake book spines before turning with a bewildered look on his face.

Anakin shrugged, moving to sit down on the desk while crossing his arm over his chest. He didn’t get it either.

Real books were worth a ton, the temple had a few and so did Obi-Wan actually, gifts throughout his life, it was why Anakin identified them as fake instantly. Real books had a… smell to them, it would have been in the office along with the staleness.

It was a smell he associated with Obi-Wan by now, the safety of their quarters and the quiet knowledge that no one would get them in their temple. The books and his teas.

Cody, clearly restless, was pacing back and forth, his helmet thumping quietly against his thigh from his belt as he glanced to Anakin, waiting but not asking outright.

Letting Anakin find the words to explain the things he doesn’t want to, what feels like a betrayal to the other Jedi if he speaks about it.

But this is their troopers, troopers who fought with them and not against them.

Who might be able to help them, just like Cody did tonight.

Running his flesh fingers through his hair, Anakin let out a shuddering breath as he let that thought power him through. “…We can’t say no,” He finally stated quietly, feeling Rex’s full attention turn to him and Cody pause, the man staring at the floor but no longer moving. “I don’t know how it came to be, I’m no history buff but Jedi can’t say no to a Senator of the Republic, somehow, our servitude to the Republic has been… twisted into a place where we aren’t allowed to say no.” Anakin is grateful that he can’t see Rex face in that moment, that Cody isn’t looking at him.

But the feel of the troopers horror and the burning rage that is building in them is enough, their anger shouldn’t make him relax and yet…

“We… there’s so few rules in place and we can’t fight either, the Senate has too much power over the Jedi, can take away so much from us,” Anakin admitted, shame and tiredness rising in him, memories flashing. “Nothing permanent and no one under the age of twenty, its to give Jedi padawans time to find… someone, to avoid a Senator being their first and all padawans are warned at sixteen, its why some leave then.”

Anakin, due to the war, had rarely been called to the temple due to that, having turned twenty the year of the war.

But Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan had been so popular, well known and beautiful as a young man, the young Jedi becoming defined and well known after the Naboo invasion. Normally Senators only came over Jedi occasionally and learned the names of certain ones, so they weren’t called too often.

But if they got famous in the Senate, if they were council members…

Hell, even Mace Windu was called often, though a tired Obi-Wan had once explained that it was a power move for most Senators that called on Mace, a powerful man like Mace Windu, having him on his knees in front of them, degrading him in some manner.

There were quite a few Senators that got off on power apparently.

He remembered bitterly how happy Obi-Wan was to find out the Chancellor was on ‘their’ side, that he spoke to Anakin like a person, spoke to him with warmth and treated Obi-Wan kindly.

Only for both of their hearts to burn when Anakin recognized grooming tactics from his lessons by Master Luminara in the temple, her quiet, steady words in his mind as Palpatine hand rested chillingly on Anakin’s shoulder, his words praising and yet isolating at the same time.

He remembered the look of utter defeat on Obi-Wan’s face after that, Obi-Wan returning from Senator Faraway, the collar of his tunic pulled up high and yet Anakin still able to spot the darkening redness on the pale skin.

That day, something in Anakin had broken, seeing the expression on his mentors face too alike something he had seen on his mother’s face.

He just hoped that he wasn’t making a mistake in informing the commander and captain, Cody once more pacing, his heels pounding the duracrete as Anakin wrapped his arms tightly around himself once more.