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Omg deaged padawan obi!!! Please continue, maybe council reaction or just meeting the clones?

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The coil of braid is in his mouth,
being gnawed on, and the datapad given to him by General Skywalker is
in his hands, slowly getting scrolled through as he sits curled up
against the shuttle bulk. Green eyes flickering over the information,
sometimes his face twitching as he takes in something that surprises
him or shocks him.

Cody almost wants to wrap him up in a
blanket and hide him from the Galaxy, a sensation he has never gotten
before with his General.

But this…young man…

He’s not like their General.

This is not a battle torn and
experienced General or Jedi. This is a young man who has seen some
shit but there’s a certain kind of naivety to his eyes and face
that even Ahsoka Tano does not have anymore despite being younger
then him.

And when he smiles…

“General Kenobi?”

Cody wishes he could hit Trapper over
the head for that as the young man gives the clone trooper a startled
look at being called General before he wipes it with a smile, genuine
even as he sits up and lets the braid drop from his mouth. “Yes
sir?” He offers, his voice soft and not yet quite as smooth as his
older self yet. ‘Puberty, his vocal cords haven’t matured fully
yet…’

“I was wondering if you wanted tea.”
Trapper held out a metal cup of it and Obi-Wan blinked before smiling
even more, accepting the cup with a nod.

“Thank you. Tea would be quite
lovely.” He offered in turn, sniffing it lightly before his face
perked up in joy. “Ah, sapir. I love sapir.” He settled against
the bulkhead again and gave Trapper a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome sir.” Trapper
stepped back and Obi-Wan went back to the datapad while sipping tea,
his braid resting against his shoulder now instead of being gnawed
on.

Cody goes back to the quiet observation
of the man.

He feels the need to hide him.

He sees the same look in General’s
Skywalker’s eyes from the front with Nutters and he catches the
blond’s eyes for a few seconds.

They’re in agreement in that moment.
This young Obi-Wan Kenobi needs to be kept safe if only because
there’s something fragile in his eyes that adult Obi-Wan Kenobi
lost somewhere.

()()()

The Force feels dark and the
compilation of the sixteen years Obi-Wan is missing is enough to fill
in on why it feels like that. So much has happened of misery and
torment and it astounds Obi-Wan that the Jedi Order has allowed it.

War and armies lead by Jedi?

A separation of planets that no longer
wanted to be a part of the Republic? Wasn’t that the Jedi’s duty
to oversee a peaceful separation then, not fight a war?

The more he reads, the more confused
Obi-Wan becomes and in the end he couldn’t help but voice it out
loud.

“If planets wanted to leave the
Republic, shouldn’t it have been the Jedi’s place to oversee a
peaceful separation, not fight a war on behalf of the Republic?” He
looked up and right at Knight Skywalker who looked startled at his
question.

“I-I’m sorry?”

Obi-Wan squirmed a bit under the
attention, feeling the troopers (CLONES! His mind screamed about how
men weren’t suppose to manufactured to die!) looking at him too but
put his mouth to work on the words he needed answer too. “Our duty
as Jedi are to be peace keepers, battle is suppose to be our last
resort and we are not a political body. We are suppose to be neutral
but…” He looked down at the bad again, his brows furrowing. “But
we are General’s and commanders on the field under the Republic and
Senate? Do we overthrow monarchs and elected leaders too if they side
with this CIS? Is there no peaceful negotiation to be had and this
count Dooku, is he really so unapproachable?”

“He’s a Sith.” Anakin offered
awkwardly in the face of everything else this younger Obi-Wan was
bringing up.

“Oh…okay, so unapproachable
then…” The redhead frowned. “But the rest, he can’t be the
only leader in a multiple system of planets wanting to leave. That
doesn’t…it doesn’t function that way. Even the Supreme
Chancellor answers to the Senators of the different planets.”

He bent over the datapad again. “It
doesn’t work like that. And all these losses, its astronomical.
Suffering planets. Throwing both the Republic and the Order in the
worst possible light. And the losses…no well trained soldier lead
under Jedi has losses this high.” He shook his head, his frown
growing thunderously. “I lead Force damned children as a child in
guerrilla war, even my losses weren’t this bad and I had less
supplies then the Senate can send. I managed to keep people alive and
droids can’t think creatively, humans can.”

He descended into mutters about how it
wasn’t right, that something wasn’t looking right in all of this.

Anakin stared.

Then he almost laughed. A younger
Obi-Wan for sure, but still Obi-Wan.

Just shyer, more passionate and not as
guarded.

Oh he hoped this personality of him
remained until he could get him in front of the council. Hard facts
thrown in their faces about the losses would be wonderful, especially
coming from Obi-Wan Kenobi.

()()()

The personality did remain.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LEAD A SECTION OF
THE ARMY!?” Obi-Wan was flailing, staring at them. “Has the Jedi
order gone off the deep end!?” He yelped.

The council traded looks even as
Obi-Wan ran his hands through his hair, muttering to himself. “Cloned
soldiers, men manufactured to fight and die, Jedi on the front line
as Generals and warriors…are you SURE I was deaged and not just
entered another parallel dimension?!” He looked at Anakin.

“Well, you’re still wearing the
same clothes…” The blond pointed out and Obi-Wan plucked at the
bigger robe and tunic he had been wearing, having ditched the armor.
It had made him feel…odd to say the least.

“Okay, fair point. But still!
Somewhere between the ten plus years is clear that the Jedi Order has
clearly gone of the deep end.” Obi-Wan rubbed his temple. “I
mean, who’s brilliant idea was it to put Jedi in charge?”

“The Senate.” Mace frowned,
watching him, trying to find a balance in the man they knew and the
padawan that was now in front of them.

“The Senate is a many headed hydra
where the right head doesn’t know what the left one is doing and
the left one is licking itself in the crotch while the middle one is
busy gnawing its nuts off!”

Anakin choked on his own spit and there
were some coughs to cover laughs around the room.

“I mean, really, how many Jedi have
died now because of this war!? We’re negotiator, our purpose is to
try for peace first and battle if there’s no other option.”

Mace leaned forward, hands stapled
together. “I seem to remember you being more respectful as a
padawan Kenobi.”

“That was before I was what feel like
shoved into a future where we’re at war, everything is different
and my master is dead!” Obi-Wan shouted. Actually shouting, he was
losing every shred of cool he had. “What in Force name happened!”

He was trembling in front of them.

“W-What happened to my master?” He
tugged the robe tighter around himself, suddenly looking lost and
small as he looked around the room. “I don’t…I don’t
understand…” He finally whispered, looking down at his feet.

“I just don’t understand…”

Omg deaged padawan obi!!! Please continue, maybe council reaction or just meeting the clones?

Posted on av swmoddy

The coil of braid is in his mouth,
being gnawed on, and the datapad given to him by General Skywalker is
in his hands, slowly getting scrolled through as he sits curled up
against the shuttle bulk. Green eyes flickering over the information,
sometimes his face twitching as he takes in something that surprises
him or shocks him.

Cody almost wants to wrap him up in a
blanket and hide him from the Galaxy, a sensation he has never gotten
before with his General.

But this…young man…

He’s not like their General.

This is not a battle torn and
experienced General or Jedi. This is a young man who has seen some
shit but there’s a certain kind of naivety to his eyes and face
that even Ahsoka Tano does not have anymore despite being younger
then him.

And when he smiles…

“General Kenobi?”

Cody wishes he could hit Trapper over
the head for that as the young man gives the clone trooper a startled
look at being called General before he wipes it with a smile, genuine
even as he sits up and lets the braid drop from his mouth. “Yes
sir?” He offers, his voice soft and not yet quite as smooth as his
older self yet. ‘Puberty, his vocal cords haven’t matured fully
yet…’

“I was wondering if you wanted tea.”
Trapper held out a metal cup of it and Obi-Wan blinked before smiling
even more, accepting the cup with a nod.

“Thank you. Tea would be quite
lovely.” He offered in turn, sniffing it lightly before his face
perked up in joy. “Ah, sapir. I love sapir.” He settled against
the bulkhead again and gave Trapper a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome sir.” Trapper
stepped back and Obi-Wan went back to the datapad while sipping tea,
his braid resting against his shoulder now instead of being gnawed
on.

Cody goes back to the quiet observation
of the man.

He feels the need to hide him.

He sees the same look in General’s
Skywalker’s eyes from the front with Nutters and he catches the
blond’s eyes for a few seconds.

They’re in agreement in that moment.
This young Obi-Wan Kenobi needs to be kept safe if only because
there’s something fragile in his eyes that adult Obi-Wan Kenobi
lost somewhere.

()()()

The Force feels dark and the
compilation of the sixteen years Obi-Wan is missing is enough to fill
in on why it feels like that. So much has happened of misery and
torment and it astounds Obi-Wan that the Jedi Order has allowed it.

War and armies lead by Jedi?

A separation of planets that no longer
wanted to be a part of the Republic? Wasn’t that the Jedi’s duty
to oversee a peaceful separation then, not fight a war?

The more he reads, the more confused
Obi-Wan becomes and in the end he couldn’t help but voice it out
loud.

“If planets wanted to leave the
Republic, shouldn’t it have been the Jedi’s place to oversee a
peaceful separation, not fight a war on behalf of the Republic?” He
looked up and right at Knight Skywalker who looked startled at his
question.

“I-I’m sorry?”

Obi-Wan squirmed a bit under the
attention, feeling the troopers (CLONES! His mind screamed about how
men weren’t suppose to manufactured to die!) looking at him too but
put his mouth to work on the words he needed answer too. “Our duty
as Jedi are to be peace keepers, battle is suppose to be our last
resort and we are not a political body. We are suppose to be neutral
but…” He looked down at the bad again, his brows furrowing. “But
we are General’s and commanders on the field under the Republic and
Senate? Do we overthrow monarchs and elected leaders too if they side
with this CIS? Is there no peaceful negotiation to be had and this
count Dooku, is he really so unapproachable?”

“He’s a Sith.” Anakin offered
awkwardly in the face of everything else this younger Obi-Wan was
bringing up.

“Oh…okay, so unapproachable
then…” The redhead frowned. “But the rest, he can’t be the
only leader in a multiple system of planets wanting to leave. That
doesn’t…it doesn’t function that way. Even the Supreme
Chancellor answers to the Senators of the different planets.”

He bent over the datapad again. “It
doesn’t work like that. And all these losses, its astronomical.
Suffering planets. Throwing both the Republic and the Order in the
worst possible light. And the losses…no well trained soldier lead
under Jedi has losses this high.” He shook his head, his frown
growing thunderously. “I lead Force damned children as a child in
guerrilla war, even my losses weren’t this bad and I had less
supplies then the Senate can send. I managed to keep people alive and
droids can’t think creatively, humans can.”

He descended into mutters about how it
wasn’t right, that something wasn’t looking right in all of this.

Anakin stared.

Then he almost laughed. A younger
Obi-Wan for sure, but still Obi-Wan.

Just shyer, more passionate and not as
guarded.

Oh he hoped this personality of him
remained until he could get him in front of the council. Hard facts
thrown in their faces about the losses would be wonderful, especially
coming from Obi-Wan Kenobi.

()()()

The personality did remain.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LEAD A SECTION OF
THE ARMY!?” Obi-Wan was flailing, staring at them. “Has the Jedi
order gone off the deep end!?” He yelped.

The council traded looks even as
Obi-Wan ran his hands through his hair, muttering to himself. “Cloned
soldiers, men manufactured to fight and die, Jedi on the front line
as Generals and warriors…are you SURE I was deaged and not just
entered another parallel dimension?!” He looked at Anakin.

“Well, you’re still wearing the
same clothes…” The blond pointed out and Obi-Wan plucked at the
bigger robe and tunic he had been wearing, having ditched the armor.
It had made him feel…odd to say the least.

“Okay, fair point. But still!
Somewhere between the ten plus years is clear that the Jedi Order has
clearly gone of the deep end.” Obi-Wan rubbed his temple. “I
mean, who’s brilliant idea was it to put Jedi in charge?”

“The Senate.” Mace frowned,
watching him, trying to find a balance in the man they knew and the
padawan that was now in front of them.

“The Senate is a many headed hydra
where the right head doesn’t know what the left one is doing and
the left one is licking itself in the crotch while the middle one is
busy gnawing its nuts off!”

Anakin choked on his own spit and there
were some coughs to cover laughs around the room.

“I mean, really, how many Jedi have
died now because of this war!? We’re negotiator, our purpose is to
try for peace first and battle if there’s no other option.”

Mace leaned forward, hands stapled
together. “I seem to remember you being more respectful as a
padawan Kenobi.”

“That was before I was what feel like
shoved into a future where we’re at war, everything is different
and my master is dead!” Obi-Wan shouted. Actually shouting, he was
losing every shred of cool he had. “What in Force name happened!”

He was trembling in front of them.

“W-What happened to my master?” He
tugged the robe tighter around himself, suddenly looking lost and
small as he looked around the room. “I don’t…I don’t
understand…” He finally whispered, looking down at his feet.

“I just don’t understand…”

So, lately I have been thinking on an AU where Obi-Wan is in an accident and somehow is de-aged back to when he was about 19-20. The kicker being that all his memories he made after that age are now gone and he basically wakes up to a war he knows nothing about, his master long dead, and this new Jedi Knight named Anakin worrying over him more like a lover than anything.

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He’s struggling.

That’s not unusual.

Obi-Wan has struggled a lot through the years since he became a
padawan to Master Qui-Gon though after the initial terrible start and
the years after it, they’ve made peace with each other and found a
balance.

There had even been pride in Qui-Gon’s eyes when he had looked at
Obi-Wan and his accomplishments, the look in the older mans eyes
setting a glow in his stomach.

But his master is dead.

He can tell his master is long gone because he can’t feel him at
all anywhere and he and Master Qui-Gon has the strongest connection
in the temple that has been seen in decades. And he can’t feel him
at all.

And the galaxy is at war.

The Jedi are…generals?

His hands tremble a bit and Obi-Wan tries not to let it show, takes a
deep breath to try and release his fear and anxiety into the Force as
he has been taught. ‘Be in the here and now Padawan mine.’ A warm
voice echos in his voice.

Slowly he lifted his head to look at the others in the tent, meeting
the worried blue eyes of a blond. “So what you’re saying is that
I was…deaged? Knight Skywalker.”

The man winces. “Please, call me Anakin. You…yes. I’m not sure
how old you are but the Sith artifact has clearly made you into a
much younger man.”

“I’m nineteen.” Obi-Wan murmured, struggling with it again.
Yesterday he had gone to bed in his quarters in the Jedi temple, he
had been thinking about his exam and how good his Master smelled,
desperately shielding the last thought from their bond.

Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around his braid, giving it a minor tug to
try and center himself as he avoided looking at the people in the
tent.

“Skyguy, we got through to the Council, Master Yoda says we should
return to the sight of the change and he’s sent of Master Plo and
Madam Nu to see if they can help us figure out how this happened.”
The young togruta is back and is looking at him with the same
fascinated expression as she had earlier.

“Good, perhaps they can get answers and we can get Obi-Wan back to
normal.” The blond, Anakin, is looking at him again with those eyes
so full of…of…

Of what?

The man is clearly more worried about him then is normal.

Obi-Wan isn’t sure what to do about this information.

He’s confused and lost and his master is not there to help him and
apparently he’s in the…future?

For him its the future at least.

Force this was all wrong and he desperately reached for some kind of
equilibrium that was fading out of his grip.

“Obi-Wan?” Someone took his hand and pulled it from where he was
desperately tugging on his braid, forcing Obi-Wan to look
at…Anakin?

The blond gave him a small smile, gently rubbing his hand between his
own. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan, its going to be alright.”
He assured as he rubbed.

“…You have a mech hand.” Obi-Wan offered quietly instead,
desperately latching onto the fact as if it was somehow important.

“Yes, I lost my arm.” The other hummed, giving a small smile.
“And lightsaber. You were very worried about me at the time.”

“I was?” Obi-Wan was so lost.

“Yes, you were my master. You trained me.”

Oh, that made the level of concern make some sense at least. Force
knew he worried about Qui-Gon all the time.

“…My master is dead, isn’t he. I can’t feel him.” Obi-Wan
whispered, watching the other closely as if to get an indication of
his emotions. And Anakin Skywalker wore his emotions on his sleeves,
he could tell by the way he shifted and the look in his eyes that
Obi-Wan was completely right.

“Yes. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together, struggling to release the
overwhelming grief out of his systems. “Have…I trained you?”

“Yes.” Anakin was smiling at him, still rubbing his hands.

“Was I a good master?” Obi-Wan latched onto that almost
desperately, green eyes wide.

“The best. You taught me very well.”

The knight hesitated a bit before reaching out and cupping the back
of Obi-Wan’s head, pulling him forward and resting the padawan’s
forehead against his shoulder. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan.
We’re going to fix this.”

“What if we can’t…what if this is how I’m stuck now? I
don’t…have a master…” Obi-Wan wanted to say so much more. Say
how lost he was, about how confused he was. But…

Nothing else came from him as he pressed his forehead against the
others shoulder.

“Well…if nothing else, then I know the worth of your skills.
You’re a Jedi after all.” Anakin smiled, stroking the short
copper hair.

“…You’re very gentle with me. Are we lovers?” Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but question.

Ahsoka choked on her own spit in surprise as Anakin recoiled in
shock, blinking at Obi-Wan who blinked back, flustering a bit. “N-No.
I mean, we’re brothers in arms. Best of friends.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if that offended you…you just…kind of fall in
under my type.” Obi-Wan shrugged.

‘Master Obi-Wan has a type?’ Ahsoka marveled at.

“Your…type?”

Apparently Anakin wondered about that too as he stared at him.

Flustering at the attention, Obi-Wan tugged on his braid.
“Yeah…taller then me, blond, bit longish hair and blue eyed…I
mean…I only had one not fall into all categories.”

Anakin blinked, mind flashing to Siri and Satine. “I see…that
explains a few things.”

“I…I must have been a closed off master if you didn’t know
that.” Obi-Wan tried awkwardly.

“…No, I think you were just a very hurt master.” The knight
offered quietly, thinking back to those first few days in the temple.
‘Only one didn’t fall into all categories huh…I bet that one
was someone you spent the most time with.’ It explained quite a few
things about Obi-Wan’s behavior back then.

“…So we’re friends then.” Obi-Wan latched onto that.

“Yes. Good friends. Best of friends.” Anakin grinned a bit. “We
have each others back. And this is our padawan.” He gestured to
Ahsoka who waved happily.

“Our?”

“Well technically mine but eh, we share custody.” Anakin laughed.

Obi-Wan blinked then chuckled a bit in amusement. “Is that so. Well
then.” He stood slowly and gave Ahsoka a bow. “Its a pleasure to
meet you my padawan.” He teased a bit, eyes sparkling.

Ahsoka squeaked then bowed back, giggling happily. “Oh no, no one
told me Master Obi-Wan was cute as a padawan.”

Obi-Wan promptly turned deep red.

So, lately I have been thinking on an AU where Obi-Wan is in an accident and somehow is de-aged back to when he was about 19-20. The kicker being that all his memories he made after that age are now gone and he basically wakes up to a war he knows nothing about, his master long dead, and this new Jedi Knight named Anakin worrying over him more like a lover than anything.

Posted on av swmoddy

He’s struggling.

That’s not unusual.

Obi-Wan has struggled a lot through the years since he became a
padawan to Master Qui-Gon though after the initial terrible start and
the years after it, they’ve made peace with each other and found a
balance.

There had even been pride in Qui-Gon’s eyes when he had looked at
Obi-Wan and his accomplishments, the look in the older mans eyes
setting a glow in his stomach.

But his master is dead.

He can tell his master is long gone because he can’t feel him at
all anywhere and he and Master Qui-Gon has the strongest connection
in the temple that has been seen in decades. And he can’t feel him
at all.

And the galaxy is at war.

The Jedi are…generals?

His hands tremble a bit and Obi-Wan tries not to let it show, takes a
deep breath to try and release his fear and anxiety into the Force as
he has been taught. ‘Be in the here and now Padawan mine.’ A warm
voice echos in his voice.

Slowly he lifted his head to look at the others in the tent, meeting
the worried blue eyes of a blond. “So what you’re saying is that
I was…deaged? Knight Skywalker.”

The man winces. “Please, call me Anakin. You…yes. I’m not sure
how old you are but the Sith artifact has clearly made you into a
much younger man.”

“I’m nineteen.” Obi-Wan murmured, struggling with it again.
Yesterday he had gone to bed in his quarters in the Jedi temple, he
had been thinking about his exam and how good his Master smelled,
desperately shielding the last thought from their bond.

Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around his braid, giving it a minor tug to
try and center himself as he avoided looking at the people in the
tent.

“Skyguy, we got through to the Council, Master Yoda says we should
return to the sight of the change and he’s sent of Master Plo and
Madam Nu to see if they can help us figure out how this happened.”
The young togruta is back and is looking at him with the same
fascinated expression as she had earlier.

“Good, perhaps they can get answers and we can get Obi-Wan back to
normal.” The blond, Anakin, is looking at him again with those eyes
so full of…of…

Of what?

The man is clearly more worried about him then is normal.

Obi-Wan isn’t sure what to do about this information.

He’s confused and lost and his master is not there to help him and
apparently he’s in the…future?

For him its the future at least.

Force this was all wrong and he desperately reached for some kind of
equilibrium that was fading out of his grip.

“Obi-Wan?” Someone took his hand and pulled it from where he was
desperately tugging on his braid, forcing Obi-Wan to look
at…Anakin?

The blond gave him a small smile, gently rubbing his hand between his
own. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan, its going to be alright.”
He assured as he rubbed.

“…You have a mech hand.” Obi-Wan offered quietly instead,
desperately latching onto the fact as if it was somehow important.

“Yes, I lost my arm.” The other hummed, giving a small smile.
“And lightsaber. You were very worried about me at the time.”

“I was?” Obi-Wan was so lost.

“Yes, you were my master. You trained me.”

Oh, that made the level of concern make some sense at least. Force
knew he worried about Qui-Gon all the time.

“…My master is dead, isn’t he. I can’t feel him.” Obi-Wan
whispered, watching the other closely as if to get an indication of
his emotions. And Anakin Skywalker wore his emotions on his sleeves,
he could tell by the way he shifted and the look in his eyes that
Obi-Wan was completely right.

“Yes. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together, struggling to release the
overwhelming grief out of his systems. “Have…I trained you?”

“Yes.” Anakin was smiling at him, still rubbing his hands.

“Was I a good master?” Obi-Wan latched onto that almost
desperately, green eyes wide.

“The best. You taught me very well.”

The knight hesitated a bit before reaching out and cupping the back
of Obi-Wan’s head, pulling him forward and resting the padawan’s
forehead against his shoulder. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan.
We’re going to fix this.”

“What if we can’t…what if this is how I’m stuck now? I
don’t…have a master…” Obi-Wan wanted to say so much more. Say
how lost he was, about how confused he was. But…

Nothing else came from him as he pressed his forehead against the
others shoulder.

“Well…if nothing else, then I know the worth of your skills.
You’re a Jedi after all.” Anakin smiled, stroking the short
copper hair.

“…You’re very gentle with me. Are we lovers?” Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but question.

Ahsoka choked on her own spit in surprise as Anakin recoiled in
shock, blinking at Obi-Wan who blinked back, flustering a bit. “N-No.
I mean, we’re brothers in arms. Best of friends.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if that offended you…you just…kind of fall in
under my type.” Obi-Wan shrugged.

‘Master Obi-Wan has a type?’ Ahsoka marveled at.

“Your…type?”

Apparently Anakin wondered about that too as he stared at him.

Flustering at the attention, Obi-Wan tugged on his braid.
“Yeah…taller then me, blond, bit longish hair and blue eyed…I
mean…I only had one not fall into all categories.”

Anakin blinked, mind flashing to Siri and Satine. “I see…that
explains a few things.”

“I…I must have been a closed off master if you didn’t know
that.” Obi-Wan tried awkwardly.

“…No, I think you were just a very hurt master.” The knight
offered quietly, thinking back to those first few days in the temple.
‘Only one didn’t fall into all categories huh…I bet that one
was someone you spent the most time with.’ It explained quite a few
things about Obi-Wan’s behavior back then.

“…So we’re friends then.” Obi-Wan latched onto that.

“Yes. Good friends. Best of friends.” Anakin grinned a bit. “We
have each others back. And this is our padawan.” He gestured to
Ahsoka who waved happily.

“Our?”

“Well technically mine but eh, we share custody.” Anakin laughed.

Obi-Wan blinked then chuckled a bit in amusement. “Is that so. Well
then.” He stood slowly and gave Ahsoka a bow. “Its a pleasure to
meet you my padawan.” He teased a bit, eyes sparkling.

Ahsoka squeaked then bowed back, giggling happily. “Oh no, no one
told me Master Obi-Wan was cute as a padawan.”

Obi-Wan promptly turned deep red.

Hey how are you? I just read your last SithAndChild prompt and I am wondering what will happen next >w< could you write how Qui-Gon will find Obi-Wan and in what state will Obi-Wan be?

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He’s cold, tired and Obi-Wan doesn’t
like it at all.

The smell is absolutely horrid, he’s
freezing, the water is up to his navel and its dark. Pitch black
actually.

He tugged weakly on his wrists, feeling
the metal he had been tied to once again. His best guess would be
that he was in a sewer pipe and he was tied to a ladder. And that he
was wearing a Force suppressing collar.

Just kriffing great. He’d been there
for hours.

He wanted Qui-Gon, he wanted his dad.

A full body tremble when through him
and he hiccuped heavily.

And then he dissolved into a full on
crying fit not unlike the one he had when his face had gotten ripped
to shreds. He was so cold, numb below the waist and everything was
just horrid and he wanted to go HOME!

“Daaaaad!” He called out, hoping
against hope that Qui-Gon would hear him.

Nothing and his sobs gets a bit louder,
gut wrenching, heart breaking, shake your body apart sobs as he rests
his head against his hands and the cold durasteel of what he assumes
to be a ladder.

And then light fills the room, Obi-Wan
jerking his head upwards to squint at the light.

“Obi-Wan?” A all to familiar voice
questioned in disbelief.

“Auntie V!” The child hiccuped.

The sith acolyte wasted no time,
headless of the sewage water she dropped down the hole and into the
pipe beside him, quickly cutting Obi-Wan from the ladder before
grabbing him and jumping out, the sewage water clinging to her
leggings and skirt and now her shirt from picking up the freezing
cold child.

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the
older woman and hiccuped into the others shoulder, hiding against her
as he shook.

“Its okay, its okay Obi-Wan.” She
rubbed his back while running. He was freezing!

She bypassed everything to get to the
medical facility, getting the frigid child to the medics. Reluctantly
she hands him over, knowing that they will do better work then her
body heat and she will only admit to herself that Obi-Wan’s little
cry when he’s pulled from her arms twists her heart.

The medics undress him from the wet and
soiled clothes and covers him with a hypothermia blanket.

“Moderate hypothermia, slowly raise
his heat or we risk sending him into arrhythmia.” One medic snaps
at their assistant. “Get the heated gel packs, cover them in towels
or sheets and place them under his back. Someone get lukewarm tea!”

“He likes sweetened tea.” Asajj
offered before pulling her comm of her belt and calling for someone
she knew Obi-Wan would want to see. “I found him. We’re at the
medic center.” She returned her comm to her belt and focused back
on Obi-Wan, frowning a bit to herself before deciding that Obi-Wan
did not need the additional shock of removing the Force collar.

Serenus would have to decide how to
deal with it.

“Auntie V…”

She looked to him and moved to the bed,
gently taking a cold hand and rubbing it. “Its alright. Serenus is
on his way.”

“Cold.” One milky cybernetic eye
and one fully green focused on her with a glazed quality to them.
Signs of hypothermia, she knew that but it was still not nice to see
along with the pale skin. “Smelly.”

“Yes and you’ll stay smelly until
you’re alright to stand and shower.”

“No. You.”

“…Brat.” She snorted and
continued rubbing the little hand between hers.

She only stepped back from the bed when
Serenus marched into the room with Maul and Savage right behind him,
both Zabraks face breaking out in relief when they saw Obi-Wan.
Serenus took Obi-Wan’s other hand in his larger hand and rubbed the
entire length of the skinny arm. “Where?” He questioned, his
voice a deep rumble.

“Sewage pipe, north section of town.
I barely heard him.” She wasn’t about to say he had been crying
and that was the only reason she had heard him. She had a feeling
that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want that announced to the entire world. “He
has hypothermia but else he’s healthy.”

“He’s not that cold now.” Serenus
offered quietly while pulling a chair over with the Force, sitting
down while holding the hand.

“They put a blanket around him and
gel packs under his back. Someone talked about tea too but so far
they haven’t made it and Obi-Wan fell asleep a bit ago…”

He nodded and sat quietly before
looking at the others. “He’s not getting away with this. Sidious
is not getting away with this.”

There was a few agreeing growls echoing
the room.

No, Sidious would not be getting away
with his actions this day.

“You should go change Witch, you
reek.”

“Kriff you Savage.” She sneered
back but moved to the doors, trusting the others to guard the
sleeping boy.

‘When did we grow so soft?’ She
wondered, lips pursed as she headed to his quarters to shower and
change.

Hey how are you? I just read your last SithAndChild prompt and I am wondering what will happen next >w< could you write how Qui-Gon will find Obi-Wan and in what state will Obi-Wan be?

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He’s cold, tired and Obi-Wan doesn’t
like it at all.

The smell is absolutely horrid, he’s
freezing, the water is up to his navel and its dark. Pitch black
actually.

He tugged weakly on his wrists, feeling
the metal he had been tied to once again. His best guess would be
that he was in a sewer pipe and he was tied to a ladder. And that he
was wearing a Force suppressing collar.

Just kriffing great. He’d been there
for hours.

He wanted Qui-Gon, he wanted his dad.

A full body tremble when through him
and he hiccuped heavily.

And then he dissolved into a full on
crying fit not unlike the one he had when his face had gotten ripped
to shreds. He was so cold, numb below the waist and everything was
just horrid and he wanted to go HOME!

“Daaaaad!” He called out, hoping
against hope that Qui-Gon would hear him.

Nothing and his sobs gets a bit louder,
gut wrenching, heart breaking, shake your body apart sobs as he rests
his head against his hands and the cold durasteel of what he assumes
to be a ladder.

And then light fills the room, Obi-Wan
jerking his head upwards to squint at the light.

“Obi-Wan?” A all to familiar voice
questioned in disbelief.

“Auntie V!” The child hiccuped.

The sith acolyte wasted no time,
headless of the sewage water she dropped down the hole and into the
pipe beside him, quickly cutting Obi-Wan from the ladder before
grabbing him and jumping out, the sewage water clinging to her
leggings and skirt and now her shirt from picking up the freezing
cold child.

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the
older woman and hiccuped into the others shoulder, hiding against her
as he shook.

“Its okay, its okay Obi-Wan.” She
rubbed his back while running. He was freezing!

She bypassed everything to get to the
medical facility, getting the frigid child to the medics. Reluctantly
she hands him over, knowing that they will do better work then her
body heat and she will only admit to herself that Obi-Wan’s little
cry when he’s pulled from her arms twists her heart.

The medics undress him from the wet and
soiled clothes and covers him with a hypothermia blanket.

“Moderate hypothermia, slowly raise
his heat or we risk sending him into arrhythmia.” One medic snaps
at their assistant. “Get the heated gel packs, cover them in towels
or sheets and place them under his back. Someone get lukewarm tea!”

“He likes sweetened tea.” Asajj
offered before pulling her comm of her belt and calling for someone
she knew Obi-Wan would want to see. “I found him. We’re at the
medic center.” She returned her comm to her belt and focused back
on Obi-Wan, frowning a bit to herself before deciding that Obi-Wan
did not need the additional shock of removing the Force collar.

Serenus would have to decide how to
deal with it.

“Auntie V…”

She looked to him and moved to the bed,
gently taking a cold hand and rubbing it. “Its alright. Serenus is
on his way.”

“Cold.” One milky cybernetic eye
and one fully green focused on her with a glazed quality to them.
Signs of hypothermia, she knew that but it was still not nice to see
along with the pale skin. “Smelly.”

“Yes and you’ll stay smelly until
you’re alright to stand and shower.”

“No. You.”

“…Brat.” She snorted and
continued rubbing the little hand between hers.

She only stepped back from the bed when
Serenus marched into the room with Maul and Savage right behind him,
both Zabraks face breaking out in relief when they saw Obi-Wan.
Serenus took Obi-Wan’s other hand in his larger hand and rubbed the
entire length of the skinny arm. “Where?” He questioned, his
voice a deep rumble.

“Sewage pipe, north section of town.
I barely heard him.” She wasn’t about to say he had been crying
and that was the only reason she had heard him. She had a feeling
that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want that announced to the entire world. “He
has hypothermia but else he’s healthy.”

“He’s not that cold now.” Serenus
offered quietly while pulling a chair over with the Force, sitting
down while holding the hand.

“They put a blanket around him and
gel packs under his back. Someone talked about tea too but so far
they haven’t made it and Obi-Wan fell asleep a bit ago…”

He nodded and sat quietly before
looking at the others. “He’s not getting away with this. Sidious
is not getting away with this.”

There was a few agreeing growls echoing
the room.

No, Sidious would not be getting away
with his actions this day.

“You should go change Witch, you
reek.”

“Kriff you Savage.” She sneered
back but moved to the doors, trusting the others to guard the
sleeping boy.

‘When did we grow so soft?’ She
wondered, lips pursed as she headed to his quarters to shower and
change.