Commander Wolffe

Its been a hot minute, but for Jedi are Cats (something like that) do the clones have their own version of YouTube to put their videos of their generals being funny?

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To the delight of the entire galaxy, the GAR clones had started their own holopage for their Jedi General’s shenanigans.

With weekly donations, it was running smoothly, updated by several battalions daily to make it worth the credits. Most of the donations were used to the upkeep of the page of course but some of it went into the GAR.

There had been quite a few thank you on the page from each battalion, investing in better caff or tea or treats.

It was rather adorable and had racked up a tad more donations, just to see them enjoy themselves and share with their Jedi.

Then there were the delightful videos themselves, all of them arranged Jedi by Jedi, so one could find their favorite Jedi. There was also the option to cross search for certain feline behavior, just so the viewer could find their favorite hilarity.

()()()

The angle of the camera was shaky and low, alerting the viewer to the fact that it was a helmet camera once more and that it was suited on the trooper’s hip. Finally though, the shaky angle became clear and allowed the viewer to see…

Plo Koon, curled up in an ammo crate, looking for all the world like there was nowhere else the kel dor would want to be with a blanket beneath himself. The man looked to be half asleep from what they could tell with the googles and breathing mask and he was actually purring faintly.

“…General, what in the world are you doing?” A gruff voice questioned.

The Jedi shifted inside the crate, lifting his head slightly from his own head to look up before huffing a tad in amusement. “Ah, Wolffe, I’m merely taking a nap.” The Jedi stated cheerfully.

“…In an ammo crate?” The same voice repeated, sounding merely resigned instead of incredulous.

Considering that the entire galaxy was now aware of the Jedi’s feline traits, no one was shocked by it at all and most were giggling at how adorable the kel dor was behaving.

“Indeed, its comfortable and safe. Would you like to join me?” Brows creased and cheeks shifted in a clear smile.

“…Thank you for the offer sir, but no thank you. Please enjoy your nap.” Came a low, drawn out sigh.

()()()

“Doooooon’t.” A blond trooper, Captain Rex, stated seriously, eyes narrowed in the video as he stood in front of his General at the mess table. This video was taken from a distance in a command room, clearly by another trooper watching the exchange of their General and their Captain.

Seated at said table, Anakin Skywalker sat, staring up at his captain with wide, mock innocent eyes, the back of his mech hand placed against a cup.

What was in the cup was hard to tell, but what was clear, was that this was a cup shoving behavior of a feline.

Or a Force sensitive being.

The stare-off continued, the General slowly moving the cup another inch and the captain growling deeply. “General… I swear…” He raised a finger at the other man. “Don’t you dare… I brought you that so you could hydrate…” The captain wagged it.

The human in front of him watched the finger wag, tilted his head, as if debating his option and then gave a grin so wide it looked loopy before he sent the cup flying into the air.

“GENERAL!”

()()()

Another shot, this time in what looked like a camp on some planet or moon, General Kenobi practically strutting across the camp towards his Commander with a wide smile on his lips. “Cody!” He called out.

The man in question, Commander Cody as his scar made him very unique among his peer, lifted his head from the pad he was looking over, the man sitting outside at a rickety table. “General?” The man greeted with a small smile, blinking when the man placed something on the table. “General, what is this?” He questioned curiously, setting his pad aside to pickup a leaf, the tips of it colored a light blue like a sky, while the bottom turned almost black.

Chuckling, General Kenobi rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, his ears turning a tad red. “Its a Yuran tree leaf, they’re unique for their blue, gradient color and this in particular was beautiful. I wanted you to have it.” He informed him with a wry twist of his lips.

It was rather funny, to see all the feline behavior the Jedi had and more, it was adorable.

How odd, they went from being mysterious to adorable beings.

The clones move forward with their plan to take down the senate. Kix finds something interesting on a fellow clones brains scan that sends alarm bells ringing.- Dangerous Galaxy

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Looking up from his pad, Cody raised a brow as Wolffe entered the meeting room, watching quietly as his vod made his way over to the hidden cabinet to bring out the moonshine.

The gruff commander uncorked one, glanced at the others and then started chugging directly from the bottle, causing the rest to exchange resigned, worried looks.

This tended only to happen when Wolffe was geared up from something, generally something relating to his Jedi and with everything the troopers were figuring out about how the Senators treated them, a lot were automatically going that direction.

It didn’t get any better when Rex, with Kix in tow, also went straight for the booze, the two clicking the bottles together before chugging.

Pressing his face into his hands, letting out a deep sigh, Cody wondered if he really wanted to know before his mind reminded him that if it had to do with the Jedi, he had to know with what they were planning to do. “…Okay, what’s up?” He finally questioned after a few moments of the two drinking.

Poor Kix looked lost and a bit disapproving at how his captain and the commander was chugging alcohol but the medic instantly turned to Cody at the question. “We have biochips in our heads.” He announced darkly.

Pausing, Cody stared at him before sighing deeply and getting to his feet, moving over to Wolffe and Rex, holding out his hand while mentally noting that he hoped someone refilled the secret cabinet, it was getting a tad empty.

Rex quietly handed over one of the blank bottles and watched Cody chug from it. “Okay, we’ll talk about that after the meeting. Wolffe?” He turned to his vod, ignoring the shifting holos behind him of the other commanders and captains.

“General Plo let it slip that one of the CIS senators once broke his arm.” Wolffe grumbled, glaring at Cody.

Freezing, bottle of moonshine at his lips, Cody’s mind suddenly kicked into high gear.

Of course, of karking course.

The CIS had Senators in the Rotunda once too.

Karking hell.

Of course they too had access to the Jedi at some point.

Slowly he lowered his bottle, letting a deep breath out through his nose. “You get the name from the General?” He questioned, sighing quietly when Wolffe nodded. “Good, I’ll bring the issue up with Senator Amidala when I meet with her again, get some names… I know she has a big black book, actual book, with names for us.” He murmured tiredly.

He ignored Rex and Wolffe exchanging surprised looks. Padme had explained that she kept the black book with her at all times and inserted names as she either heard from the grape wine or saw for herself that someone hurt the Jedi.

A book, made of paper, after all could not be hacked and a book, simply filled with a random amount of names could mean anything. After all, the Senator was smart enough not to fill in the reason on the paper why those particular names were in it.

Things were starting to line up now, three more weeks and they’d take the Senate and Cody’s gut bubbled a bit with the thought of it.

Troopers were already cautiously being rerouted towards Coruscant, quite a bit of slicing around the natborns required to not let them get suspicious. Hell, Cody had even managed to get Tarkin’s battalion rerouted to Coruscant.

He was one of the natborns that would be a casualty of the coup. Cody did not want a man that disregarded his vode as Tarkin around for the aftermath.

They wouldn’t strictly need the superior numbers, looking at it from a logical point. Most of the Senators had no task force of their own and couldn’t fight worth shit but a voice, deep in Cody’s head, wanted more trooper feet on Coruscant.

Something deep in his mind.

Quietly, he turned his head towards Kix, watching the other quietly converse with Fox. That same little voice whispered that he now knew why he wanted the troopers on Coruscant.

Biochips were things slavers used, he had learned about them after Zygerria.

They were normally implanted into a slave with trigger words, trigger orders.

It could make a normally docile person suddenly turn into a violent maniac with the correct phrase or make someone that constantly fought kneel, the right words and suddenly a person might drop to their knees without understanding why.

Makers, sometimes they didn’t even realize that the order was wrong, that it wasn’t something they’d normally do.

A chill went up Cody’s back at the thought of being forced to do something so ingrained against his own moral code it made him wonder…

The nightmares.

Cody’s hand went tight on the bottle, his eyes widening as the thought occurred to him.

The GAR wide nightmare, the nightmare every member of the entire GAR experienced at least once a week if not more.

The nightmares of murdering their own Jedi, even the young ones.

Could it be that?

He knew, from working closely with Obi-Wan, that the question of the clones creation had always been a weird, blurry spot. The idea of Dooku ordering clones for the Jedi, along with the Jedi he had been working with, always having had big question marks with it, but what if it was so simple as these biochips.

What if the creation of the clone army, what if the nightmares and these biochips were related?

Cody suddenly felt very sick, his own dreams of turning his blaster on Obi-Wan, surfacing hard and fast and he wanted to vomit even as he slowly made his way to his seat, sitting down heavily as he let the implication sink in.

If he was right…

Ka’ra.

There were so many troopers, so many of them on Coruscant at every hour of every day.

If the troopers marched on the temple, their wills wiped, with simply the order of killing every Jedi…

It be a massacre.

Would the chip even make a distinction between the healthy that could fight or the young and the impaired?

Or would they be blasting down every knight, master, padawan, youngling and bed bound Jedi?

The alcohol bubbled in his stomach and Cody felt saliva pool in his mouth, heard Rex ask quietly if he was okay, heard Fox stand as Kix was making his way around the table towards him.

But his mind was caught on Obi-Wan, the sight of his smiling face as Cody gave his saber back, the warm glow of the Jedi’s eyes before his mind twisted the image, Obi-Wan’s eyes wide and full of shock, his own saber piercing his chest, Cody holding the hilt.

Cody turned to the side, just as Kix touched his shoulder and promptly threw up all.

In Nostringscanholdme, will the group succeed in rescuing Cody from Vader without alerting him to Obi-Wan’s whereabouts?

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Pressing his fist to his mouth, Rex frowned slowly at the screen.

Around him, quiet chatter sometimes broke through his thoughts, others contemplating the same thing as he did, the sight of their brother at Vader’s side.

And yet not at the same time.

Cody was too empty eyed to be fully himself, just like every other vode under the chips control.

A lot were worried about bringing them out of that control too, several vode had bitten the end of their blasters once their sanity came back to them and Rex heart twinged painfully as he thought of Bly.

It was no secret that he had broken out of the programming only to realize what he had done.

The 327th were without a commander within the hour of Bly breaking through the chips programming, the horror and self loathing of knowing he had shot down Aayla, most likely being the one who aimed the killing shot, being too much for him.

He was one of many unfortunately.

Many vode who managed to circumvent the chips couldn’t live with the guilt, others went kamikaze, trying to take out the Emperor or important depots.

But some managed to find their way to Homebase and the other ships, joining the brothers that had rebelled.

Cody however would be safe to bring out of his chip, his Jedi was here, alive and if not well, then at least healing and just as capable as always.

He might feel guilt for shooting down the Jedi but…

Well, it was better than Bly or Blood, the latter spent every moment not on duty getting drunk and several of the medics were considering intervening.

So far Rex was holding off on signing the medics the power, Blood was still mourning her general but if she didn’t in a week or two stop drinking, he’d have no other choice but to let the medics sober her up and pretty much force her into therapy.

“What do you think Rex?” The voice cut through the blonds thought.

Looking up, Rex blinked at Wolffe with confusion, the hologram flickering in and out due to interferance.

The man huffed. “Told ya all he wasn’t listening.” He grunted, glancing at the rest of the room.

Shaking his head, sitting up, Rex sighed. “Sorry, I was thinking about Blood. Medics are on my tail about her and if she doesn’t show signs to mellowing soon, I’m going to have to give them emergency power.” He murmured.

There was a round of grimace.

While everyone understood why Blood was as she was at the moment, that didn’t mean they had to like it. To see another vod harm themselves so…

“What were you saying Wolffe?” Rex questioned, leaning forward to show he was paying attention finally.

“Cody,” Wolffe tapped at the screen he had, most likely playing the same vid Rex had of Cody. “What if we sent a message to him, lured him away from Skywalker and then knocked him out?” He questioned.

Wincing slightly at his former General’s name, having gotten used to simply calling him Vader, Rex frowned. “I’m not sure… he doesn’t leave Vader’s side much.” He stated warily.

To that Wolffe nodded. “True, but I’m thinking we grab him on Coruscant. No one is going to pay attention to a few clones on Coruscant. He’s still our vode under that helmet, if one of us approaches him and asks for him to meet him…” He trailed off.

“It is as good a plan as any,” Gree murmured, his hologram steadier due to their ship closeness to the Homebase. “Its how we managed to get Funk actually, their personality is still under there, its just messing with the part that was loyal to the Jedi I think.”

Frowning heavily, sitting back in his chair, Rex slowly rubbed his chin. “…We’d have to go about it extremely careful, no slip up or the demagolka will realize something is up.” He stated slowly, ignoring the bug eyed look some of his vode sported.

So he called Vader a demagolka, so what?

After all the things Vader had done now, the things he had done to the galaxy, to the surviving Jedi, to Obi-Wan… how could he not?

Whoever Vader had been before, that wasn’t who he was anymore.

There was nothing left of the kind, brave and sometimes reckless General that Rex knew, the one that remembered the name of every trooper and tried to minimize their fatality. The man that sat with Rex after Kadavo.

The man Rex had once loved, if purely in a platonic manner.

“Riiiight… actually, I had an idea for that,” Doom stated, leaning forward in his seat, eyes glancing nervously between Wolffe and Rex. “But it would mean getting you on Coruscant Rex.”

Brows raising and arms crossing over his chest, Rex tilted his chin. “Go on…”

Nervously, Doom lined out his plan to the room of former commanders and captains.

Just saw your most recent Jedi are cats post and I love that series so much! If you have the time, my cat sometimes just randomly jumps up and begins racing frantically around the house for no discernible reason, then goes back as if nothing happened… seems pretty applicable to me…

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Blinking steadily, Cody stared at Ponds over the table, a cup of the moonshine they swore weren’t being made at his lips though he was slowly lowering. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Cody questioned incredulously.

Ponds, his face still in his hands and his elbows on the table, let out a small groan before dragging his face from his hands to glare at Cody. Not that it had any effect on the marshal commander, no one had a tack on Cody after working with Obi-Wan for so long and Ponds glare was the least intimidating thing Cody had seen.

“I said,” Ponds growled out. “That Jedi are fucking cats and do the same spazzing out thing that you sometimes see on the holonet and it’s impossible to tell when they’re about to do it.” He grunted then dropped his face back in his hands.

Slowly, Cody turned his head to look at Wolffe, the other commander just staring blankly at their vode.

However Bly was nodding knowingly, adding some of the moonshine to his tea with a grimace. “You finally encountered it huh.” He stated grimly.

Instantly, Ponds head snapped up from his hands to stare hopefully at Bly. “You’ve seen it? Jango’s bones, no one has believed us until now. Windu just…” He snapped his fingers together, the sound echoing faintly in the room.

“Snapped.” Bly echoed grimly, taking a sip of the likely too hot tea but looking a bit better for it as he sunk down in his chair.

Ponds waved his hands weakly. “One moment he was sitting, cool as a cucumber, reading his damn reports as he normally did and the next I look up, he’s shooting of the table, racing up a tree, jumping from it to the closest building and then back,” He looked around with abnormally large eyes, shaking his hands as Cody and Wolffe’s jaws dropped in sheer surprise. Bly simply continued to drink while nodding knowingly. “And then he just sat back down like nothing had happened and he didn’t just scale the fucking trees around us.” Ponds finished in a hiss.

“You’re yanking our bones.” Wolffe growled out, narrowing his eyes at Ponds to evaluate the truthfulness of their vod.

Snorting deeply, Bly licked his lips to get the remains of his laced tea. “I wish, cause General Secura did the same fucking thing only she jumped the shuttles, bounced of a fucking tree, did one of those Force assisted flips and gave us all a heart attack when she did the same thing right off a cliff only to bounce back up and sit down for her reports.” He grunted out, narrowing his eyes at the memory.

Exchanging looks, Cody and Wolffe stared at each other in no small amount of horror.

Neither had seen that kind of behavior in their own General but now that they knew of it, they knew it would only be a matter of time.

Just a matter of days or weeks until something triggered this spazzing behavior in their own. “Do…” Wolffe cleared his throat, tapping his still glove covered fingers on the table. Ponds and Bly looked to him, the latter raising his brows in question with the former simply lifting his head from his hands. “Do either of you know what triggered it?”

Grunting, Bly ran his free hand over his two day old stubbles. “My best guess? Boredom. The times I’ve seen it happen with the General is when she’s been going through supply and troop movement reports. You know, tedious boring things where she’s been sitting down for long periods and is most likely stiff.” He grimaced heavily.

Ponds nodded in agreement, dropping his face back into his hands.

“Oh dear fucking first Light.” Cody hissed to himself, running his fingers through his hair and scratching his nails against his scalp and Wolffe simply banged his head on the table with a groan, Bly quickly rescuing his cup before it could fall off the table due to the Force or tip over.

Keeping their Jedi from feeling bored was about as easy as trapping fucking General Grievous.

Next to impossible basically.

Especially if the Jedi were good at pretending serenity and having a poker face.

“Que the heart attacks.” Wolffe muttered into the table.

“Fucking heart attack giving adorable bastards.” Cody agreed, resting both of his hands on the back of his neck and squeezing lightly.

Snorting, Bly raised his cup. “To those adorable bastards we can’t help but love.” He agreed dryly, draining his cup.

I stumbled upon your Jediarecats stories and they totally got me hooked! Read all of them, and came up with an idea, because I own a cat myself, and he does this everytime: he brings mice and birds to our house as sort of gifts. So perhaps the Jedi do that as well, to people who they are grateful for having around?? Doesn’t necessarily have to be anything like mice or birds, but maybe they just bring small trinkets or something entirely different? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!

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It was Rex who had brought it up first, on a rare poker evening as
they were gathered together for once on Coruscant during a little bit
of downtime at one of the rec rooms of the Coruscant barracks adjoin
to the Jedi temple.

One of
the little feline habits their Jedi had that they weren’t sure
about putting on the holonet, just like the Jedi nip they had found months earlier.

“Do
your Jedi give you gifts?” Rex questioned, throwing in his chips
into the pot before glancing around questioningly, eyeing Wolffe and
Ponds before focusing on Cody last.

Fox
ignored it all, having no Jedi and choose to examine his cards
instead with a narrowed look on his face, clearly thoughtful.

At the three who had Jedi confused expression, Rex explained. “Apparently cats give their owners gifts like mice or birds that they caught. Do your Jedi do that?” He asked again.

Woffle
let out a sharp snort, glancing at Cody and then back to Rex. “Oh yeah, all the time.
General Koon is spoiling us technically, considering we’re clones
but none of us are going to complain,” He drawled before shrugging
at the surprised look on the others face, especially Fox. “Part of
their natural behavior you know, I don’t want to get in the way of
it and I like the gifts General Koon gets us.” He huffed faintly.

Much
to all of their amusement, the other commander’s cheeks were
slightly pink, barely visible on his brown skin.

“General
Kenobi does it too,” Cody finally stated, being merciful with their
vod as he added to the pot with his own chips. “He’s the one that
gave me the poker chips actually, after I told him we were using
ration bars and scraps for the pot.” He nodded to the table, all
four of them pausing to look at the colored fake money they were
using.

“Huh,”
Rex blinked, ignoring Fox making a kissy face at Cody for mentioning Obi-Wan and Wolffe’s knowing smirk as Cody flushed. “Kind of him, I didn’t know that.” He glanced at
Cody, the man simply shrugging in response.

“General
Windu gave me these cards.” Ponds smiled sheepishly at them,
prompting all four to stare at their older vod before
dropping their eyes down to the cards in shock, all four gaping
incredulously.

“You’re
telling me,” Fox started, his tone choked as he tapped at one of
his cards. “That General Windu, one of the more hardass and justice
oriented Jedi in the entire order, gave you cards based on the Jedi
order stripping?!” He gasped out.

Cody
blinked heavily at his own cards, staring at the jack of spade with
General Skywalker on his way out of his tunic with General Windu
beside him, his tunic open and his hand looking like it was sliding
down his stomach to go into his leggings. “…Holy shit, I didn’t
think the Jedi were even aware of these things.” He muttered,
shaking his head faintly.

He had seen the card with Obi-Wan on, king of diamond, hanging on a stripping pole in only his leggings with a saucy smile on his face. Whoever had made it had not included the collar the Jedi now wore.

Wolffe
snorted loudly, still looking a bit gobsmacked. “Oh they totally
know, General Koon gave Warthog a plushie of himself, purple robe
included. Someone is getting rich of Jedi merch for sure and it isn’t
the Jedi order itself.” He drawled in his gruff voice, placing down two cards and waving at Fox to deal him new ones.

They
all ignored the implication of Wolffe having a plushie of his General
too, wanting to avoid a noogie from their older vod.

It did
however leave a bitter aftertaste, the idea of people getting
rich of the Jedi by using their likeness, but with the Jedi clearly
not caring about it, there wasn’t much to do.

Not
that clones had much clout with politics and changing them anyhow.

“What
did yours give you Rex?” Fox finally asked, snorting when the
captain raised a brow. “Since you asked, I figured you’d gotten
something too.” He shrugged.

His
words however had all the other looking at Rex curiously.

“It’s
more… little things really,” Rex rubbed at the back of his neck,
sighing as he licked his lips. “Like Tano can’t really run around
and get much but she likes to try and if she can, she goes hunting to
get more variety into our meals, hell, she went fruit picking one
time.” Rex lowered his eyes to the table, grinning fondly.

“And
General Skywalker?” Cody settled another chip into the pot, waving
for Fox to deal him two new cards, choosing not to mention that the
food thing was something all the Jedi seemed to do.

The
question had Rex snort, his face brightening with obvious amusement.
“Tattoo sketches.”

“…I’m
sorry, what?” Fox paused the studying of his new cards to stare at
Rex.

“General
is a damn good artist, if he overhears someone talking about tattoos,
he starts drawing up samples and gives them over so we can use them
as templates for the tattooing. Makes it hella easier.” Rex
explained calmly.

Wolffe,
Fox and Cody all exchanged looks, all equally surprised.

Cody
had known that Skywalker could draw but he had no idea the man drew
tattoo art for his troopers.

It did
explain some of the more complex tattoos he had seen on the 501st
though.

“…We’re
keeping this off the holonet. We don’t need anyone trying to mooch
on the Jedi by trying to befriend them.” Cody finally stated, voice
stern as he could easily imagine some of the natural born officers trying to ingrate themselves to the Jedi.

None
of the others argued, Fox even muttering to himself that they didn’t
need vultures around the Jedi anyhow.

The
Senators were bad enough.

Hi, I know you just updated SweetHoney but I will reread a series from the beginning too once an update hits and I noticed in one update that it was mentioned that Jango was going to let the chips be known to a few clones and let it spread or just tell them…did he do any of that or do the clones still have the chips? Thanks in advance

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Pausing
in his blaster polishing as he spotted a Wolfpack trooper making his
way towards him, Jango narrowed his eyes before straightening when he
saw it was Wolffe himself, the commander removing his helmet as he
got closer with his functioning eye focused on him.

The
trooper stopped in front of Jango, the Mando’a peering up at the
commander from the crate he had picked out.

He
had figured that sitting out in the sun for once and getting some
work done before they packed up once again and Jango returned to
Obi-Wan, his mate having Boba with him as he played relief effort in
his current state.

The
Resolute was of course with the Negotiator since Anakin was still a
padawan, so they were all drifting in space but Plo Koon had
requested Jango to arrive and supervise and observe the training of
his men, to see if they needed any refreshers.

So
far Jango had not observed anything, the Wolfpack were superior
soldiers still though some of the shiny’s as the men called them
were a bit lacking.

Nothing
experience couldn’t fix and getting their armor scuffed up. And
some help of their vode of course, that helped a lot.

Jango
had been intending to help with some blaster training once he was
done polishing his weapon but… well… it seemed Wolffe had
something to say.

‘And
it’s such a nice day for a blaster makeshift blaster range too.’
Jango mentally griped with annoyance. The sky was clear, the grass
was low, the sun was high in the sky over them and the sight was
clear even without a scope, ideal!

The
Commander however glanced around, pointedly taking note of where the
Jedi in the camp were and as he did, Jango got a view of the side of
his head.

A
scalp scar.

His
shoulder sunk a bit with sudden understanding and a tiny bit of
relief.

He
could never be quite sure about all the troopers, some of them had
taken the news of the biochips very personally, especially when some
of the more technical advanced troopers sliced into the kamino’s
databases and found the orders themselves.

Jango
half expected to be challenged for alpha pack rights and honestly
just slugged for what he almost did to the Jedi, while Jango himself
wasn’t too fond of them in the beginning and still was a bit iffy
on most of them… the troopers had adored them from the get go of
their first meeting.

Alpha,
beta or omega, they adored each Jedi with a fervent display that
Jango would almost call cultish.

Well,
without worship that was.

They
adored them more than they worshiped really.

‘Except
that oddball Pong Krell and Quinlan Vos, they’re acquired tastes so
far as I’ve seen.’ Jango thought to himself as Wolffe started to
finger spell as he spoke.

“There’s
caff
in the mess tent, fresh if you’re interested Mand’alor.”
Wolffe drawled out as his fingers moved. -All
vode cleared, wolfpack safe. News?-

Carefully
rubbing the rag along the blaster, eyeing it before putting it in the
holster, Jango casually began finger spelling back as he pretended to
stretch. -Good,
safe then, less pawns for darjetii. No news. Returning to mate and
kit.- Jango dropped his arms and stood, his back and karking hip
cracking as he did, though his armor muffled it. “Sounds good,
could do with some caff to oil my joints before I take off.” He
drawled in an equal tone to Wolffe, sounding bored almost.

The
commander nodded before giving a brief salute of respect to Jango’s
title and then he was off, making a beeline for Koon.

Jango
watched for a moment before deciding to indeed get himself some caff,
he was going to karking need it and he could honestly use the energy
before he was on his way to his pregnant mate.

‘Obi-Wan
and a shower, Boba, a nice snuggle, hair ruffle for Anakin, pretend I
can’t smell Rex on him…’  Jango felt an involuntary smile cross
his lips at the thought, tucking his thumbs into his belt as he made
his way towards the mess tent, easily avoiding a few troopers lugging
around supplies around the camp.

This
wasn’t what he had thought would happen on the day he held Boba in
his arms.

He
had thought that was it, after all, he hadn’t found a fitting mate
and Boba had been perfect, beautiful and tiny in his arms.

‘And
now I’m having another and I have an adoptive kit… kark, life
works in mysterious ways huh.’ He mused as he pushed the tent flap
aside, the smell of caff and cooking food washing over him along with
the low hum of working men with the clatter of tools.

Odd
how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Rolling
around on the floor in a wrestle, Cody snapped his teeth at Wolffe
and growled loudly, not quite ready to give up his dominance to the
other.

It
was always such a hassle to establish barracks dominance and Cody had
to admit he actually liked being pseudo and temporal pack leader of
the barracks.

When
Wolffe however closed his teeth around Cody’s throat in a warning
pressure, Cody gave in despite his superior official rank with a low
whine as he went lax beneath the older clone, who kept the pressure
for a few seconds before pulling back with a satisfied huff and
grumpily sitting back.

Cody
stayed down for a few more seconds before sitting up and sighing,
rubbing his throat. “Well, guess that means you’re barracks alpha
for as long as you’re here or someone else comes to challenge.”
He snorted in amusement.

“Or
until Skywalker comes around, seems as our originator we by default
submit rank to him.” Wolffe stated dryly, stretching a bit before
getting Warthog to help him up, Killer coming over to help Cody from
the mixed group of troopers watching them fight for dominance.

Honestly,
it was kinda weird.

Obi-Wan
had often mentioned how wolves in the wild didn’t do the whole
alpha thing, that only lone alphas without pack and family did the
weird alpha male thing but apparently rank was important in a
werewolf pack.

‘Or
maybe it has to do with us?’ Cody mused as he stretched and gave
Commander Fox a wave when he spotted the vod, getting a wave back.
‘We’re highly militarized, rank and status is important for order
keeping and assignments, so it wouldn’t be shocking if other
werewolves packs, if they existed, didn’t have alphas setting.’
He mused thoughtfully before wandering off to find Rex, Wolffe
joining him to find their fellow in command vod for some R&R.

On
the way he also waved at Gray, the trooper sitting with a gel pack
over his eye from where one of the shiny’s had accidentally elbowed
him while getting into a minor tiff with one of Rex’s boys about
something.

Food
Cody thought but maybe not.

Gray
just waved miserably back, clearly nursing both injury and pride
alone with his gel pack and a bottle of something that smelled
suspicious that command officially knew nothing about if asked.

“So,
how long you boys think you’re gonna be Coruscant locked?” Wolffe
suddenly asked, thumbs tucked in his belt with a bored look on his
face, prosthetic eye flickering a bit at something before returning
to look at Cody.

‘Never
going to get used to how he can take in information separately with
that thing.’ Cody noted to himself while hiding a shiver, rubbing
at the back of his neck instead with a thoughtful huff. “Considering
how that witch bitch was outright targeting our General, I don’t
think we’ll be out in a long time. I think they have him isolated
from CIS involvement until we can figure out what the hell is up.”
He grumbled to himself.

But
honestly he was uneasy.

The
fact that the CIS had outright targeted his General was not new but
it was new how fervent they were in their pursuit.
Engineering one weapon to take out one
being was a hell of a lot of work and that was what they had done to
take out Kenobi.

Wolffe
grunted, lips pursed tightly and his scar bunching with his frown.
“…Don’t blame them, I know the grapevine says they were out to
kill him but honestly, if they could recreate what Kenobi is…” He
trailed off and gave Cody a meaningful look.

Breath
froze in his lungs as Cody considered that option.

Every
time he went up against his General now a days in a sparring match,
Cody could feel this wary canine sense telling him that if his
General went full out against him with everything he had, the Force,
his skills and his physical prowess, he could win.

He
could kill Cody.

The
Force was a powerful ally and add on the powers of his vampirism…

Well
the Order was lucky Obi-Wan was such a peaceful creature or else
they’d have something much worse on their hands than those Sith
they kept encountering and talking about.

“…Until
Skywalker and Kenobi get some leads on what’s going on, I don’t
think we’re leaving Coruscant for a while, so we’re most likely
going to be working with Fox, seeing as how General Kenobi and
Skywalker can’t handle separation well, either of them.” Cody
murmured quietly, shaking himself like his wolf half would as he saw
Rex sitting at the poker table with captain Styles.

“Oi!
Codes! Wolf! Wanna join us? We just had Greenie split from us,
something about not wanting to loose anymore.” Rex grinned at them,
all teeth and Cody was more than happy for a distraction as he
chuckled and came over, taking one of the chairs.

“Don’t
mind if I do, but don’t blame me if I take you both for all.” He
growled playfully in return as Wolffe barked and sat down in the sole
remaining chair, both waiting to be dealt in by Styles, who was
laughing at all of them.

Sometimes,
it was best to just take some damn R&R when they could because
osik was going to blow up soon enough again.

Just
you wait and see, with Jedi around it was inevitable.

Ohhh #CuteFacade please? Obi wan being badass and using Ataru because hus vody is not used to Suresu yet? The clones jaws dropping how violent, elegant and goddamn flexible theor shiny general is, please!

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Okay so they were slowly getting used to the change in their General, they had very quickly gotten used to just how cute the other was but there were a few behavioral ticks the other was also exhibiting that made them all aware that General Kenobi had some hormonal changes.

And apparently with a younger body, he could also utilize his former saber style to the fullest and they were treated to the man suddenly bouncing as if he had taken a run of a springboard and landing in the middle of the droids like a violent eye of the storm, slicing the droids apart with a terrifying ease before he continued forward before the droids could even locate the man.

He just continued bouncing and springing forward like this utterly destructive, violent little mass of cuteness that looked at them with sparkling green eyes, pink flush in his cheeks and a delighted grin on his face before he continued further on to get the command droid.

“And then!” Cody slurred, drink sloshing over his cup as he gestured at Wolffe, the 212th and the wolfpack gathered in one of the long tents for some much needed decompression and rec. “Then he laughs! As he jumps up on the tank, he laughs as if he’s having the time of his life.” He snorted loudly.

“He did not.” Wolffe responded with horrified delight as he topped off Cody’s drink, nodding to Sinker to turn up the light as it was getting a lot darker. “Your General did not laugh while climbing up the tank to get at the command droid.” He looked close to laughing or tackling Cody to shake him for more answers.

All of them were ignoring Waxer and Boil snogging in the corner.

Groaning, Longshot dropped his head on the table. “He did! And it was fucking hot! My codpiece was trying to strangle me.” He complained in a muffled tone into the table, his hands clenched around his own mug.

Snorting loudly, Gearshift crawled into Sinker’s lap for cuddles, having had enough alcohol to no longer care about who cuddled him. “Mine chafed me, he was fucking hot, just cackling like some sort of demented warrior climbing out of legend with a karking light sword.” He pouted while settling his head on Sinker’s chest.

“Now I’m almost looking forward to the next battle,” Wolffe snorted before pausing when the Jedi in question poked his head in through the tent flaps, the redhead brightening up as growing hair curled around his ears, his face so open to read without the beard that the 212th and Anakin had managed to convince him not to grow.

“I thought I smelled booze,” He said in a smug, satisfied tone before sliding in and grabbing the full cup from Cody, taking a sip. “Oh, spicy.” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully before tipping the entire cup and swallowing, giving Cody a pat on the shoulder and then rushing of with a comment about General Plo.

Everyone from the Wolfpack, who had yet to encounter the new behavior of the General, stared after him before looking at Cody, the commander shrugging. “He’s a fucking energizer bunny, that boost of alcohol is just gonna keep him running even longer and if Helix catches him, he’s going to shove him into bed and strap him down to ensure he stays in bed most likely.” He huffed.

“Kinky!” They heard called back in the General’s brightly happy, followed by a cackling laugh and then a yelp. “Helix! Don’t! Arrgh!”

Jaw dropping a bit, Wolffe slowly looked back at his vod as Cody rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “And that would be Helix outright tackling the General to shove him into bed. I think it’s his revenge on us for refusing to allow him a beard.” He got his cup refilled.

Snorting alcohol up his nose, Warthog rubbed desperately at his nose as it stung. “Wait, so that’s true too?” He smirked.

“Looks like a dead womp rat tried to invade his face. It was not a good look.” Cody sniggered, everyone ignoring the pointed yelling of a manic General being shoved and strapped into bed by a medic.

Rubbing his hands together, a smirk so wide it would scare even the seppies, Wolffe glanced around. “I am totally looking forward to fighting with him now. It’s going to be fun for once.” He growled out.

“You wish.” Cody huffed before glancing at his cup. “… Wait does this count as an indirect kiss? Do I win the betting pool Longshot?” He mused before the entire tent descended into arguments if an indirect kiss counted or not in their betting pool.

ReporttotheSenate! So the clones decided to save their Jedi! How are they gonna do that? Maybe they need a planning session? One should suggest just drugging all the Jedi and taking them all (even the ones in the corps!) to a nice, safe, out of the way planet. Then shut down all communications until they can find the Sith in the Senate.

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Calling
in every high stationed trooper on Coruscant and not only the Jedi
associated ones was a chore but they needed more opinions and more
ideas to be spring boarded between each other clearly.

Cody
was almost regretting it though.

Mostly
because some of his vode had the stupidest of ideas and no one was
really arguing against them even if they found them ludicrous.

“I
say we just drug them,” Fox hissed, leaning in before glancing over
to where the Jedi council were still meditating before focusing back
on his vode, rolling his eyes at the wide eyed looks he was getting.
“Look, there are thousands of us and so many less Jedi, especially
since the start of the war,” He pointed out grimly. “It be easy
actually. The ones in the corps are actually safer already in being off Coruscant, we just need to
station garrisons around them to make sure they remain safe but the ones
on Coruscant are exposed.” Fox finished up, straightening while
crossing his arms over his chest.

No
one, not even Wolffe argued despite the stupidity of the idea.

But
how could they get the Jedi off Coruscant willingly?

They
would never want to leave, not if it meant leaving people in danger
but in this moment they were the ones in danger, not the common
people.

The
traitor and betrayal was coming from
the Senate. So that was the reason the drugging suggestion had come up.

Rubbing
his face with a hand, Cody let out a deep sigh. “Look, we can’t
just drug them, they’d neve-”

“They’d
understand, not like it but understand once we explained.” Rex said grimly, biting at his lips.

“They’d
never trust us again.” Bly pointed out equally
grim,
pale as he stared at his shaking
hands.
Clearly
the other had second thoughts even if he had initially agreed with
the crazy plan though fair be, they had all agreed in the start.

“Skywalker
would at least never trust us again,” Rex nodded in agreement while
sighing deeply.

Pausing
at that, Cody stared at his vode. “…But he could be convinced.”
He stated slowly as
a light bulb went off in his head.

Blinking
heavily in
response,
Rex stared at him in surprise. “Wh-”

“General
Skywalker is insane,”
Cody stated bluntly, ignoring Rex grimace since
he knew the other agreed.
“There is three things, three people
he’d give the galaxy to protect. Senator Amidala, General Kenobi
and Commander Tano, two
of them are Jedi.” He pointed out in
a conspiring tone, hoping the others would catch on to what he was
saying.

Skywalker was not the only insane or protective Jedi after all.

All
of them traded long looks. “…I did hear about that mess with the
astromech, didn’t he risk his men and his commander for it when
it fell into CIS hands?”
Fox questioned hesitantly.

Nodding
slowly, Rex frowned at the marble tiled floor. “The General did do
that, R2 is special to him… he… he could actually be convinced…”
Rex blinked at the floor then looked around. “I could speak to
him.”

They
all glanced at each other, Ponds seemingly paling as he clenched his
hands into his belt loops as
the plan gained more solid ground instead of remaining just another
crazy idea in a crazy war.

“…Are
we really going to drug the whole Jedi order?” Wolffe growled
quietly, casting a glance at his General which prompted all of them
to glance, finding most of the Jedi order still meditating.

Except
for General Windu, Kenobi, Billaba and Koon.

Jumping
guiltily under those four gazes, the troopers scuffed at the floor
with their boots even as they tried to hold the gazes of the Jedi and
not shy away from Coruscant sinking sun glaring in the windows, tried
not to let on their guilt to the Jedi who they served with.

And
then they smiled at the troopers.

One
by one the four Jedi watching them, who must have heard them plotting
to drug
the Jedi on the planet and run off with them somewhere, smiled at
their troopers, their friends and bent their heads and closed their
eyes, returning to the weird Jedi meditation kark they did as if they
hadn’t just become aware of what was frankly a nefarious plan.

Glancing
at each other, Fox slowly shrugged. “Approval?” He whispered
questioningly, visibly confused and not used to Jedi as much as the
others were considering he was generally stationed on Coruscant as
the Coruscant Guard its Commander.

Waggling
his hand, Cody grimaced. “Maybe, they must have heard us for sure…
I know Obi-Wan heard us, I can tell by his expression.” Cody
confessed while glancing at Obi-Wan, watching how the others lips
twitched with amusement despite the crusted redness beneath his nose
that he hadn’t managed to clean away from earlier.

Cody
had to suppress the urge to go over and wash it away with a
disinfection cloth from his belt pouch.

Turning
to the others, Cody felt his face turn serious. “Right, if we do
this, we drug the ones we have
to. The creche masters can be convinced with the right words, same
for the other corps that are on Coruscant. Some knights and masters
can be convince to go and padawans will go as long as their
masters go. Agreed?” He asked seriously.

One
by one the captains and commanders in the room agreed, clenching
their hands and tapping it against their chest plates. “Adol naak
bal akaan,” Wolffe growled.

“Vi
dun ba’slanar solus ashi Nor’be.” Ponds filled in grimly om the
bastardized
language of clones made of mando’a, kamino and clone words.

‘In
peace and war.’ Cody nodded slowly, the durasteel will of the
troopers visible on each of them. ‘We don’t leave each other
behind.’ He glanced to the still meditating Jedi who seemingly had
no idea anything had changed. ‘That includes you idiots even if
you’re willing to die for ungrateful morons who never appreciate
you or us,’ The thought made Cody smile and it wasn’t a nice
smile, it was full of teeth. ‘They’ll miss us when we’re gone.’

Whelp, its getting to Cody. That poor man, four children XD I wonder how the Senate is going to react however.

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The
news had taken the barracks with storm.

Commander
Cody had knocked up his own General and was expecting quadruplets, as
in four
babies all at once, and so far the General was in good health but who
knew how long that would stay because if there was one thing the
entire GAR knew, it was that Skywalker, Tano and Kenobi in particular
attracted trouble.

And
then came the worrying implication as Boil of all people spoke up,
curled into Waxer’s side as the bald shaved trooper continued
knitting little booties. “How the kark is the Senate going to react
to this?” He asked loudly, cutting through the muttering of
everyone else.

Cody
paused mid sip as Helix had finally convinced him to drink some juice
to make up for the rotgut and stared at the mustached trooper, his
stomach sinking.

How
was the Senate going to react?

There
was already strain going on thanks to Boil, mutterings if one
listened close enough.

But
General Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the main General’s of the war and
one
of the two leaders of the Open circle armada?

His
stomach stopped sinking only to fill with ice. “They’re gonna
demand he abort them.” He got out shakily, eyes wide as he slammed
the juice bottle down on the table. Cody could already see it for his
inner eye, the Jedi council called to meeting with Senate
representative, the Chancellor among them, the poorly disguised
disgust aimed at their Jedi and speeches about ‘duty’ that
Obi-Wan had.

It
would work.

It
would destroy Obi-Wan, but for duty?

In
the name of duty, Obi-Wan would tear himself apart.

There
was a reason Cody did everything he could to limit Obi-Wan’s
interaction with most of the natural born officers because the moment
the word ‘duty’ passed their lips, Obi-Wan would cower under
their demands and go silent only to follow moments after and do his
‘duty’ as they saw it.

The
duty of a Jedi and the duty of a General.

Duty
to the people of the Galaxy.

Duty
to his men.

But
never duty to himself.

Hands
grabbed Cody’s upper arms and shook him, the commander looking up
numbly with wide eyes as he stared at Rex as the other glared sternly
at him. “We won’t let them. Cody, come on, we won’t let them do
that. I don’t care if we all have to turn deserters,” He hissed
out to the shock of several. “But we know how many consider us
flesh bots. But they can’t call on Kenobi to do anything because if
they do…” Rex trailed off.

Cody
looked pleadingly at the blond, desperate for solutions, for comfort.

“If
they do,” Wolffe spoke up darkly from his corner, prompting
everyone to look his way. “Then we just have to let Coruscant know.
How long do you think the Senator’s manage when all popularity is
lost to them? They’re already loosing quite a bit by keeping their
opinions on us as ‘flesh’ droids since Boil got knocked up by
Waxer. Can you imagine how the people would react if it got out the
Senator’s demanded that General Kenobi, the Negtiator himself, was
threatened pretty much to take an abortion?” He looked at them
darkly. “There would be mass riot, the Jedi try not to be front
figures but Kenobi and Skywalker? People know their names and they
know them well.”
He smirked in dark satisfaction.

Shakily
rubbing his face, Cody swallowed. “…So we basically keep
recording equipment on us at all times?” He huffed out as he felt
Rex slowly let go of him.

“And
we start tracking the Jedi at all times,” Wolffe shrugged, leaning
back on the couch to settle his feet on the caff table. “General
Plo won’t mind, he’d be more than happy to feed us information
because I bet he agrees.” He smirked.

“Beside,”
Rex piped up, smiling down at Cody when the other looked up.
“Kenobi’s one of ours. I mean he’s always been one of our Jedi
but… now he’s kind of an vod now right?” At Cody’s raised,
surprised brows, Rex shrugged. “He’s basically married to you
right now, so he’s what people call brother in law. Makes sense to
me.” The blond smirked.

Snorting
a bit as he lifted his bottle of juice, grateful no one pointed out
how much it was shaking, Cody shrugged a bit. “I guess so, I’ll
bring it up with Obi-Wan when I head to the temple tomorrow.” He
noted before grunting as Helix instantly demanded to tag along and
check on the General’s health.

Well,
Obi-Wan didn’t say not to bring anyone with him…

Be
nice to be certain to Obi-Wan’s health as long as Cody didn’t
bring to many vode.

‘Its
a good thing we got a lot of family cyare, because I think we’re
gonna be in trouble.’ Cody noted in the privacy of his own mind,
glancing at the window where both the Rotunda and the Jedi temple
loomed in the background.