Oh Wow! That was a quick turnaround. So I have another Q and a promt. For the Question. Was it Browbeat and Snow? And for the Promt Can we get a Knight Moddy where we find out how they got de-chipped and if they know what the chips are really for?

Leaning in and
squinting her good eye at the little vial with liquid, General Moddy
looked between the two troopers with a curious look on her face. “So
what is it?” She questioned with an equally as confused as curious
look.

Two weeks ago Snow
had started to feel odd, a bizarre sensation of heat in his brain
that didn’t feel natural at all and eventually he had gone to
Browbeat since it was affecting the way he commanded and delegated.

It had gotten so
bad that it made his vision blurry.

Browbeat had taken
a scan of the commander’s brain and found a dark spot on the
brain which he had to go in and remove.

Which ended up with
the little thing in the vial.

“Its a biochip,”
Browbeat lifted the vial, shaking it a bit with pursed lips. “I
looked it up and it seems to be generally used on slaves in the outer
rims but it seems we vode also have them. When Snow got knocked
around during the last Ryloth supply mission where we got jumped,
this little thing got really jammed up inside of him which caused it
to backfire and spark up.” Browbeat grunted a bit.

Snow crossed his
arms over his chest and gave his General a dry little grin. “I
could have gone loco in the head or I could have just died, the
possibilities are endless~” He said in a chirping tone, knowing how
Moddy had a slightly morbid humor though it was generally directed at
herself than others.

“So a wooden
nightgown huh?” She smiled at him in reply before winked. “Rather
glad it didn’t come to that Snow, I rather prefer having you
swishing around in your boots.” General Moddy teased.

“If I could have
your attentions again,” Browbeat cut in before they could continue,
rolling his eyes as they both gave him their attention at once.
“Thank you. Now I took the liberty of removing my own to compare
and it seems that while deactivated, Commander Snow’s was still
‘sparking’ in the brain which was what lead to the heat. It was
basically a component that didn’t work.” He settled on.

Jedi and Commander
traded looks before Moddy raised her hand slowly.

Sighing, Browbeat
stared at her. “…Yes General Ara?” He questioned, tone as dry
as the Tatooine deserts as he used her first name, already catching onto the slight tease in her good eye and twitching lip corners.

“Just to clarify…
you had one of the bots or Rollup remove it right? Cause if you
managed to remove it yourself, you’re damned skilled.” The
Onderon woman said with a small grin.

Browbeat threw his
hands a bit in the air as Snow snorted. “Yes I had one of the
droids do it, I can’t preform head surgery on myself you know,”
He sighed before snorting. “Anyhow, Commander Snow should be
totally fine, I can’t honestly find a reason for these biochips.”
Browbeat said while rolling the vial in his hand a bit, shaking it again with a frown.

Giving the vial a
look too, Moddy crossed her arms over her chest with a small hum. “I
get the feeling that one would have to ask the Kamino’s and that
their answers may not be one that pleases us or that they’d even
give us the true one. Maybe we could ask Master Shaak to look into
it?” She glanced at the two vode.

“Or,” Snow cut
in. “We could take a look at what the time is and get your
medication into you so you can go to bed General. Because its two am
and you were suppose to be in bed two hours ago. Calling General
Shaak can be done after sleep.” He said with a certain amount of
sternness as he was more than used to dealing with his General
insomnia. Snow had very well learned the value of a schedule for the
unhealthy when you had to do with someone like their General and
honestly that could be helpful for some of his own vode when they
were injured or often traumatized by the war they were in.

Lifting her hands
while rolling both her eyes the Jedi nodded. “Oh fine, fine, but
wake me if there is a change, alright? And I do mean if there’s
anything at all, just come wake me. If not just let me sleep out
until I come shuffling for food or we reach our destination. Have a
good rest you too Browbeat.” She said before heading for the door.

Slowly the medic
looked towards the commander and then raised his brow when the other
wasn’t moving.

“…What?” Snow
shifted.

Snorting deeply,
Browbeat pointed at the door. “We all know, just follow her already
okay. We all know both of you sleep better if you can curl up around
each other like a pair of loth-cats.”

Flustering a bit,
Snow gave a grunt before setting off after his General without
dignifying Browbeat with an answer.

Rollig his eyes,
Browbeat set the vial with the biochip in one of the cupboards.
“Obvious, just obvious.”

Oh Wow! That was a quick turnaround. So I have another Q and a promt. For the Question. Was it Browbeat and Snow? And for the Promt Can we get a Knight Moddy where we find out how they got de-chipped and if they know what the chips are really for?

Leaning in and
squinting her good eye at the little vial with liquid, General Moddy
looked between the two troopers with a curious look on her face. “So
what is it?” She questioned with an equally as confused as curious
look.

Two weeks ago Snow
had started to feel odd, a bizarre sensation of heat in his brain
that didn’t feel natural at all and eventually he had gone to
Browbeat since it was affecting the way he commanded and delegated.

It had gotten so
bad that it made his vision blurry.

Browbeat had taken
a scan of the commander’s brain and found a dark spot on the
brain which he had to go in and remove.

Which ended up with
the little thing in the vial.

“Its a biochip,”
Browbeat lifted the vial, shaking it a bit with pursed lips. “I
looked it up and it seems to be generally used on slaves in the outer
rims but it seems we vode also have them. When Snow got knocked
around during the last Ryloth supply mission where we got jumped,
this little thing got really jammed up inside of him which caused it
to backfire and spark up.” Browbeat grunted a bit.

Snow crossed his
arms over his chest and gave his General a dry little grin. “I
could have gone loco in the head or I could have just died, the
possibilities are endless~” He said in a chirping tone, knowing how
Moddy had a slightly morbid humor though it was generally directed at
herself than others.

“So a wooden
nightgown huh?” She smiled at him in reply before winked. “Rather
glad it didn’t come to that Snow, I rather prefer having you
swishing around in your boots.” General Moddy teased.

“If I could have
your attentions again,” Browbeat cut in before they could continue,
rolling his eyes as they both gave him their attention at once.
“Thank you. Now I took the liberty of removing my own to compare
and it seems that while deactivated, Commander Snow’s was still
‘sparking’ in the brain which was what lead to the heat. It was
basically a component that didn’t work.” He settled on.

Jedi and Commander
traded looks before Moddy raised her hand slowly.

Sighing, Browbeat
stared at her. “…Yes General Ara?” He questioned, tone as dry
as the Tatooine deserts as he used her first name, already catching onto the slight tease in her good eye and twitching lip corners.

“Just to clarify…
you had one of the bots or Rollup remove it right? Cause if you
managed to remove it yourself, you’re damned skilled.” The
Onderon woman said with a small grin.

Browbeat threw his
hands a bit in the air as Snow snorted. “Yes I had one of the
droids do it, I can’t preform head surgery on myself you know,”
He sighed before snorting. “Anyhow, Commander Snow should be
totally fine, I can’t honestly find a reason for these biochips.”
Browbeat said while rolling the vial in his hand a bit, shaking it again with a frown.

Giving the vial a
look too, Moddy crossed her arms over her chest with a small hum. “I
get the feeling that one would have to ask the Kamino’s and that
their answers may not be one that pleases us or that they’d even
give us the true one. Maybe we could ask Master Shaak to look into
it?” She glanced at the two vode.

“Or,” Snow cut
in. “We could take a look at what the time is and get your
medication into you so you can go to bed General. Because its two am
and you were suppose to be in bed two hours ago. Calling General
Shaak can be done after sleep.” He said with a certain amount of
sternness as he was more than used to dealing with his General
insomnia. Snow had very well learned the value of a schedule for the
unhealthy when you had to do with someone like their General and
honestly that could be helpful for some of his own vode when they
were injured or often traumatized by the war they were in.

Lifting her hands
while rolling both her eyes the Jedi nodded. “Oh fine, fine, but
wake me if there is a change, alright? And I do mean if there’s
anything at all, just come wake me. If not just let me sleep out
until I come shuffling for food or we reach our destination. Have a
good rest you too Browbeat.” She said before heading for the door.

Slowly the medic
looked towards the commander and then raised his brow when the other
wasn’t moving.

“…What?” Snow
shifted.

Snorting deeply,
Browbeat pointed at the door. “We all know, just follow her already
okay. We all know both of you sleep better if you can curl up around
each other like a pair of loth-cats.”

Flustering a bit,
Snow gave a grunt before setting off after his General without
dignifying Browbeat with an answer.

Rollig his eyes,
Browbeat set the vial with the biochip in one of the cupboards.
“Obvious, just obvious.”

Moddy I was reading 66 and then I read the whole Knight Moddy line so far, (That I LOVE so MUCH!) and I had a few thoughts. 1) Dose Moddy have a Padawan? And 2) After 66 Is Moddy, Pady, and the De-chipped 28th running around near Wild Space? Are Snow and Moddy raising the Paddy and a pack of kids on a way off planet the Empire ignores? I really Love the Knight Moddy storyline.

Lol thank you so much!

Since there’s two questions with more small ones in the second here I assume its an ask and not prompt so answering I shall do.

1) Knight Moddy does not have a padawan. Mostly for personal reasons.

2) Not all the 28th are unchipped unfortunately though at least two of them are and will be going with Moddy, fleeing for indeed outer rims and Wild space where they’re honestly just trying to survive to begin with since Vader is hunting down Jedi doggedly with the Inquisitors.

At least in the first five years its a fight of laying low to avoid detection for the most part.

Moddy I was reading 66 and then I read the whole Knight Moddy line so far, (That I LOVE so MUCH!) and I had a few thoughts. 1) Dose Moddy have a Padawan? And 2) After 66 Is Moddy, Pady, and the De-chipped 28th running around near Wild Space? Are Snow and Moddy raising the Paddy and a pack of kids on a way off planet the Empire ignores? I really Love the Knight Moddy storyline.

Lol thank you so much!

Since there’s two questions with more small ones in the second here I assume its an ask and not prompt so answering I shall do.

1) Knight Moddy does not have a padawan. Mostly for personal reasons.

2) Not all the 28th are unchipped unfortunately though at least two of them are and will be going with Moddy, fleeing for indeed outer rims and Wild space where they’re honestly just trying to survive to begin with since Vader is hunting down Jedi doggedly with the Inquisitors.

At least in the first five years its a fight of laying low to avoid detection for the most part.

In TwinSuns did Anakin ever get that EMP to work? Did Ben get to use it in time? Did they find out about Palpi being a Sith? Did Cody get his NSFW time with Ben? Did Ben and Jocasta ever get to over hull the security on the Archives? Did Anakin really fallow what Ben said about Padme?

“This…is not
exactly how I imagined seeing you nude.” Cody confessed quietly as
he added another layer of bandage to Ben’s body, the Jedi sitting
as quietly as possible to make it easier for him.

“If I’m
honest, not how I imagined it either.” Ben laughed quietly before
lifting his arms up so the other could go around his rib cage.
“Though technically speaking I’m still wearing socks.”

Cody grumbled out
an answer but did quirk a small smile as he tied of the bandage on
the skinny chest.

“I’m no medic
but that should hold, now lets get you back into clothes.”

“Mine are pretty
torn though.” Ben looked to the rags that had been his tunic and
leggings. “Boots look good still, which is good they were a gift
from Master Mace.”

Looking around,
Cody got up. “There should be some clone blacks here, those will
fit you easily. You’re not as big as we are.”

“Not as big as
most.” Ben smiled, long ago having found peace with that fact.

“I still can’t
believe you fell through the glass and an acid vat.” Cody mumbled
as he started digging around in the Kamino facility lockers.

“Just be happy I
didn’t hurt myself more then this. Acid is nasty stuff.” Ben
countered, hands in his lap.

For some bizarre
reason he didn’t feel shy in front of Cody about his state of
dress, he just felt tired and grateful the other was there. “Captain
Snow and the others must be out of their minds looking for us by now.
And if Anakin or Qui-Gon has joined them…” He sighed and shook
his head.

“99 is bound to
have kept an eye on us. He adores you.” Cody tried to comfort,
knowing how protective all of them were of the Jedi.

Snow had
personally given Cody the shovel talk, though it more involved
grenades and a very inventive way to use a helmet. He’d been more
reluctantly impressed then scared.

“I treat him
like a person, like a vod. I know what its like being different and
treated…differently for it.” Ben settled on.

Cody returned to
him and stroked his cheek gently before helping Ben up and into the
blacks carefully, fingers often caressing the onyx pendant he had
given the other man.

“You know better
then me so can the water break in here?”

“It shouldn’t
unless there’s a weak construction point. Or we fall so far down
the pressure cracks holes. But it feels like we’ve stopped so I
think we got lucky and landed on a plateau.” Cody frowned before
closing up the blacks. “Its going to get cold though, this far
down, emergency power is never meant to last long.”

That got a nod out
of Ben. “So conserve heat is what you’re saying and make sure the
emergency beacon is going until the last.”

“Yes. So stay
close to me?”

Ben gave him a
soft smile that was only slightly marred by the bacta bandage on his
right cheek and the bruise on his left. “Of course Cody.”

‘Kark if he
isn’t beautiful, how did I manage…kark.’ He reached out and
slid his arm around the others waist, gently leading Ben with him to
what he knew was the master computer of this sunken Kamino facility.

“I’m amazed
the Separatists got a shot in on Kamino, considering how protected it
is.”

“They were bound
to get lucky eventually.” Ben sighed, leaning against his side with
a fine tremor going through his slender body. “I just hope the
others are doing good.”

“As good as you
are, I highly doubt us two would make an impact.” Cody offered
dryly and pulled him closer as he felt another tremor go through
Ben’s body. “…I like how your hair is coming out, curls.” He
murmured instead of drawing attention to the shivering.

“Anakin said I’d
look like a space sheep if I let it get to short and curly. I’m
trying out which length I like now.” Ben confessed sheepishly.

“If…it matters
any-” Cody stopped and ran his hand through the shoulder length
hair with a slow hand as he watched the copper curled strands slide
through his fingers. “I like it just like this, a little length to
play with but enough to be pulled back and away for when you’re
doing important things.”

Leaning into the
touch, Ben smiled softly up at him. “If it matters, I like it too,
for the same reason.”

‘We’re how
many feet below the surface in what may be our container of death,
he’s injured and getting cold and all I can think about is…’
Cody cupped the others face, tilting it up.

Ben slid his arms
back up around his shoulders in turn, giving him a tiny mischievous
smile. “Not really the time for this Commander…”

“We’re trapped
without anyone else around…body heat tends to keep you warm I’ve
heard.” Cody murmured.

“Beacon first?”
Ben whispered even as Cody pressed closer, the others warm body
covering his own. Ben had an odd feeling of deja vu that went away
quickly as the lips sealed over his, the sensation of warmth and
comfort in that lingering kiss as Cody’s hands slowly moved, one
going to the back of his head and the other sliding down to his
waist.

The one in his
hand tilted his head back ever so slowly, the kiss deepening as a
slick muscle gently prodded at his lips.

Ben could drown
like this.

Just this moment
he could spend forever, pinned to a slowly warming wall against
Cody’s muscled body with his lips on his as they explored a
tentative deep kiss.

“I think I love
you.” Cody whispered when he pulled back, staring at the Jedi in
his arms.

Ben opened his
eyes to stare up at the other before smiling softly. “Think?”

“I don’t know,
I’ve never been in love before.” Cody caressed the soft copper
curls in his hand. “How do I tell?”

“I don’t know.
Lets figure it out together?” Ben stood on his toes and kissed the
other sweetly. “If we survive this war…we can have forever to
figure it out.”

“Forever?”
Cody chuckled, feeling his heart pound at the implication.

“I like to think
of forever with you.” Ben confirmed before pulling Cody back into
the kiss.

()()()

“I’d tell you
its nice to see you and tease you a bit but I don’t think I will.”
Anakin wrapped his brother in a thermo blanket, frowning in worry.
“You’re FREEZING, your lips are blue.”

“Cody and me did
our best but when all power went out, so did what little warmth there
was.” Ben snuggled into his warm brother and nodded to Commander
Snow when the other followed him into the room. “And I didn’t
want to use the Force unless it became an emergency. Keeping warm
could come second to hopefully escaping.”

Anakin grumbled
but held the other tight to him, nodding to Cody in thanks and
getting a half smile in return. “And you’re covered in bandages
and your clothes are gone too, how?”

“I fell through
several windows and an acid vat.”

“…Of course
you did.” Anakin shook his head and kept his arm around his brother
as he started to lead him towards the Kaminoan sub they had used to
get to the facility that sunk.

“The troopers
underarmor blacks are surprisingly comfortable I’ll have you know.
And warm.” Ben added, leaning against his side. “Did you get the
Separatists of off Kamino?”

“Most of them,
the Wolfpack and 212th are handling the rest while we got
sent to retrieve you two from the bottom of the ocean.”

“And you still
have the…”

“Of course. 99
is looking after it. I should have it calibrated in a day or two as
long as no new attack happens.”

Ben face perked up
at that news while the troopers exchanged looks behind them.

Snow just shrugged
at Cody, having no clue what his General was up to.

In TwinSuns did Anakin ever get that EMP to work? Did Ben get to use it in time? Did they find out about Palpi being a Sith? Did Cody get his NSFW time with Ben? Did Ben and Jocasta ever get to over hull the security on the Archives? Did Anakin really fallow what Ben said about Padme?

“This…is not
exactly how I imagined seeing you nude.” Cody confessed quietly as
he added another layer of bandage to Ben’s body, the Jedi sitting
as quietly as possible to make it easier for him.

“If I’m
honest, not how I imagined it either.” Ben laughed quietly before
lifting his arms up so the other could go around his rib cage.
“Though technically speaking I’m still wearing socks.”

Cody grumbled out
an answer but did quirk a small smile as he tied of the bandage on
the skinny chest.

“I’m no medic
but that should hold, now lets get you back into clothes.”

“Mine are pretty
torn though.” Ben looked to the rags that had been his tunic and
leggings. “Boots look good still, which is good they were a gift
from Master Mace.”

Looking around,
Cody got up. “There should be some clone blacks here, those will
fit you easily. You’re not as big as we are.”

“Not as big as
most.” Ben smiled, long ago having found peace with that fact.

“I still can’t
believe you fell through the glass and an acid vat.” Cody mumbled
as he started digging around in the Kamino facility lockers.

“Just be happy I
didn’t hurt myself more then this. Acid is nasty stuff.” Ben
countered, hands in his lap.

For some bizarre
reason he didn’t feel shy in front of Cody about his state of
dress, he just felt tired and grateful the other was there. “Captain
Snow and the others must be out of their minds looking for us by now.
And if Anakin or Qui-Gon has joined them…” He sighed and shook
his head.

“99 is bound to
have kept an eye on us. He adores you.” Cody tried to comfort,
knowing how protective all of them were of the Jedi.

Snow had
personally given Cody the shovel talk, though it more involved
grenades and a very inventive way to use a helmet. He’d been more
reluctantly impressed then scared.

“I treat him
like a person, like a vod. I know what its like being different and
treated…differently for it.” Ben settled on.

Cody returned to
him and stroked his cheek gently before helping Ben up and into the
blacks carefully, fingers often caressing the onyx pendant he had
given the other man.

“You know better
then me so can the water break in here?”

“It shouldn’t
unless there’s a weak construction point. Or we fall so far down
the pressure cracks holes. But it feels like we’ve stopped so I
think we got lucky and landed on a plateau.” Cody frowned before
closing up the blacks. “Its going to get cold though, this far
down, emergency power is never meant to last long.”

That got a nod out
of Ben. “So conserve heat is what you’re saying and make sure the
emergency beacon is going until the last.”

“Yes. So stay
close to me?”

Ben gave him a
soft smile that was only slightly marred by the bacta bandage on his
right cheek and the bruise on his left. “Of course Cody.”

‘Kark if he
isn’t beautiful, how did I manage…kark.’ He reached out and
slid his arm around the others waist, gently leading Ben with him to
what he knew was the master computer of this sunken Kamino facility.

“I’m amazed
the Separatists got a shot in on Kamino, considering how protected it
is.”

“They were bound
to get lucky eventually.” Ben sighed, leaning against his side with
a fine tremor going through his slender body. “I just hope the
others are doing good.”

“As good as you
are, I highly doubt us two would make an impact.” Cody offered
dryly and pulled him closer as he felt another tremor go through
Ben’s body. “…I like how your hair is coming out, curls.” He
murmured instead of drawing attention to the shivering.

“Anakin said I’d
look like a space sheep if I let it get to short and curly. I’m
trying out which length I like now.” Ben confessed sheepishly.

“If…it matters
any-” Cody stopped and ran his hand through the shoulder length
hair with a slow hand as he watched the copper curled strands slide
through his fingers. “I like it just like this, a little length to
play with but enough to be pulled back and away for when you’re
doing important things.”

Leaning into the
touch, Ben smiled softly up at him. “If it matters, I like it too,
for the same reason.”

‘We’re how
many feet below the surface in what may be our container of death,
he’s injured and getting cold and all I can think about is…’
Cody cupped the others face, tilting it up.

Ben slid his arms
back up around his shoulders in turn, giving him a tiny mischievous
smile. “Not really the time for this Commander…”

“We’re trapped
without anyone else around…body heat tends to keep you warm I’ve
heard.” Cody murmured.

“Beacon first?”
Ben whispered even as Cody pressed closer, the others warm body
covering his own. Ben had an odd feeling of deja vu that went away
quickly as the lips sealed over his, the sensation of warmth and
comfort in that lingering kiss as Cody’s hands slowly moved, one
going to the back of his head and the other sliding down to his
waist.

The one in his
hand tilted his head back ever so slowly, the kiss deepening as a
slick muscle gently prodded at his lips.

Ben could drown
like this.

Just this moment
he could spend forever, pinned to a slowly warming wall against
Cody’s muscled body with his lips on his as they explored a
tentative deep kiss.

“I think I love
you.” Cody whispered when he pulled back, staring at the Jedi in
his arms.

Ben opened his
eyes to stare up at the other before smiling softly. “Think?”

“I don’t know,
I’ve never been in love before.” Cody caressed the soft copper
curls in his hand. “How do I tell?”

“I don’t know.
Lets figure it out together?” Ben stood on his toes and kissed the
other sweetly. “If we survive this war…we can have forever to
figure it out.”

“Forever?”
Cody chuckled, feeling his heart pound at the implication.

“I like to think
of forever with you.” Ben confirmed before pulling Cody back into
the kiss.

()()()

“I’d tell you
its nice to see you and tease you a bit but I don’t think I will.”
Anakin wrapped his brother in a thermo blanket, frowning in worry.
“You’re FREEZING, your lips are blue.”

“Cody and me did
our best but when all power went out, so did what little warmth there
was.” Ben snuggled into his warm brother and nodded to Commander
Snow when the other followed him into the room. “And I didn’t
want to use the Force unless it became an emergency. Keeping warm
could come second to hopefully escaping.”

Anakin grumbled
but held the other tight to him, nodding to Cody in thanks and
getting a half smile in return. “And you’re covered in bandages
and your clothes are gone too, how?”

“I fell through
several windows and an acid vat.”

“…Of course
you did.” Anakin shook his head and kept his arm around his brother
as he started to lead him towards the Kaminoan sub they had used to
get to the facility that sunk.

“The troopers
underarmor blacks are surprisingly comfortable I’ll have you know.
And warm.” Ben added, leaning against his side. “Did you get the
Separatists of off Kamino?”

“Most of them,
the Wolfpack and 212th are handling the rest while we got
sent to retrieve you two from the bottom of the ocean.”

“And you still
have the…”

“Of course. 99
is looking after it. I should have it calibrated in a day or two as
long as no new attack happens.”

Ben face perked up
at that news while the troopers exchanged looks behind them.

Snow just shrugged
at Cody, having no clue what his General was up to.

Modi, what has been the hardest story to plot and what has been the easiest? Which one has been the funniest for you to write?

Hardest to write…I’m going to off-hand mention that nsfw is hard to write but as for plotted? my vaderwan wingfic if I’m honest. Easiest? Skywalker’s padawan because I enjoyed it so much.

And as for funniest, well WildWan, because honestly that was all crack XD

Don’t get me wrong, it was hard too but it was hilarious and I kept sniggering while writing.

Modi, what has been the hardest story to plot and what has been the easiest? Which one has been the funniest for you to write?

Hardest to write…I’m going to off-hand mention that nsfw is hard to write but as for plotted? my vaderwan wingfic if I’m honest. Easiest? Skywalker’s padawan because I enjoyed it so much.

And as for funniest, well WildWan, because honestly that was all crack XD

Don’t get me wrong, it was hard too but it was hilarious and I kept sniggering while writing.

Ahhhhh!!! the MyNameis prompt turned out soooo much better then I thought! Can we have some more with Obi wakes up. Does he think Dooku is a Sith? wonder why so many Jedi are alive? Where his Master is? Who’s the hot guy he’s bonded to and how to get him along for more then five minutes?

Waking up is confusing.

Confusing because Obi-Wan is pretty
sure that the last time he had his eyes open, he was about to die
from a krayt dragon about to devour his already broken and bleeding
body from where it had swiped at him.

But when he wakes he wakes up to bright
lights, the sterile smell of a medical area and soft blankets around
him.

Even more confusing is the sensation of
peace and his none aching body. And he doesn’t even mean the none
ache of being healed but the none ache of the wear and tear age had
given his body, the pain of his lower back and left knee that was
always quick to alert him to his age.

Obi-Wan swallowed dryly then slowly
pushed himself up on his elbows, feeling as heavy as duracrete.

It took him a few moments but when he
finally took in the room he had a shock that sent his heart to his
throat. He was in the temple Hall.

The Hall of Healing.

Oh Force.

That…that was impossible!

And then he noticed the braid resting
against his shoulder.

Obi-Wan swallowed and forced himself to
his feet, struggling to remain upright and not fall over from
weakness he had no idea where came from. Slowly he managed to stumble
his way to the fresher and stared at his own reflection.

Back at him eighteen year old Obi-Wan
Kenobi stared and Obi-Wan weakly touched the still forming mole
beneath his eye before stroking the small scar on his temple. Then he
brushed his fingers over the braid.

“…What in all Force name.” He
rasped then turned on the taps, quickly washing his face in cold
water and looking again.

No change, a young man still stared
back at him.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and started
to close out the most unlikly of options.

It was not a Force vision, it was too
real.

It was not a dream, once again much too
real.

A hallucination perhaps?

Had Vader found him?

Obi-Wan cautiously reached into the
Force and gasped as he felt millions of lights in the Force, sinking
to his knees by the sink.

“…Impossible.” He whispered
before reaching out again.

But there was no lie as the Force
hummed in welcome, millions of lights, Jedi all across the Force and
light dancing through all.

Brightness.

Light.

Air to breath as the Force wrapped
around him like a comforter after a long night.

Obi-Wan felt tears roll down his face
as he let it comfort him for the first time in what felt like
forever.

“How?” He whispered, voice breaking
on the word as he shivered. He tried to get up when he heard the door
open and a soft and surprised exclamation echoed.

And then a Healer was at his side,
carefully helping him up with one strong arm around his waist as she
pulled his arm over her shoulders. “Easy, back to bed.” She
soothed, guiding him to the bed he had left.

Obi-Wan allowed himself to be handled,
to shocked to do anything but allow the manhandling.

Because he recognized this healer. He
had never gotten her name but he had seen her often in the Halls, an
older woman with her hair always pulled back in a bun, gray bits
escaping.

But what he was looking at in the
moment was a young healer of perhaps twenty five. Suddenly he had so
many questions but no answers as he was settled back into the bed,
the healer carefully wiping his face with a worried frown as she
assessed his condition.

“Can you tell me your name?” She
questioned, her voice soft, the rasp in it that Obi-Wan remembers not
present just yet, youthful as she is.

Staring at her until her smile starts
to fade Obi-Wan feels so lost.

“Do you…remember anything?” She
questioned again, resting both her hands on his shoulders.

The Force is silent on what he should
do.

“…I think my name is Obi-Wan.”

()()()

His bonded doesn’t have memories.

Qui-Gon stares at the other through the
mirror and then looks at his master when the older man rests a hand
on his shoulder with a careful grip. “It will be alright Qui-Gon.”

“Will it? If he doesn’t
remember…” Qui-Gon leaves the words hanging and then focuses back
on the redhead only to startle when green eyes meet his as if Obi-Wan
can see through the mirror and see him.

The other slowly pushed himself up from
the chair and moved to the mirror, standing in front of Qui-Gon
before he reached out and pressed his hand to it and Qui-Gon can’t
resist the urge to place his hand in the same spot on the other side,
imagining he can feel the heat of the others hand despite the mirror
between them.

A soft, curious sensation entered the
bond before Obi-Wan jerked from the mirror, his face lighting up in
surprise and then shields promptly slamming down on the bond from the
redhead’s side even as the door opens and Master Koon walked into
the room.

It left Qui-Gon feeling bereft, so used
to the bond now, muzzled and fuzzy as it had been on the others side
with no conscious emotion or thought.

“Qui-Gon?” Yan’s voice is
worried, it demands a explenation from Qui-Gon.

“He closed the bond.” Qui-Gon
offered, blinking at the redhead who sat down carefully again, ready
to answer the questions Plo had for him.

Normally a lost padawan would have been
required to stand in front of a full council. And a prisoner would
have been interrogated in the cells. And a patient in the Halls,
ready to be seen to by a healer if necessary.

But no one was quite sure about
Obi-Wan.

There were no records of him, yet he
was clearly a Jedi.

He wore tattoos in Mando’a, yet his
voice was distinctly accented with High Coruscantian.

He claimed to have no memories yet
seemed familiar with both people and the temple though sometimes
seemed so…lost.

And the Force around him was knotted
with pain and misery, as if he had been wounded from the inside out.

Obi-Wan was a mystery.

It was a good thing Qui-Gon liked
mysteries.

Ahhhhh!!! the MyNameis prompt turned out soooo much better then I thought! Can we have some more with Obi wakes up. Does he think Dooku is a Sith? wonder why so many Jedi are alive? Where his Master is? Who’s the hot guy he’s bonded to and how to get him along for more then five minutes?

Waking up is confusing.

Confusing because Obi-Wan is pretty
sure that the last time he had his eyes open, he was about to die
from a krayt dragon about to devour his already broken and bleeding
body from where it had swiped at him.

But when he wakes he wakes up to bright
lights, the sterile smell of a medical area and soft blankets around
him.

Even more confusing is the sensation of
peace and his none aching body. And he doesn’t even mean the none
ache of being healed but the none ache of the wear and tear age had
given his body, the pain of his lower back and left knee that was
always quick to alert him to his age.

Obi-Wan swallowed dryly then slowly
pushed himself up on his elbows, feeling as heavy as duracrete.

It took him a few moments but when he
finally took in the room he had a shock that sent his heart to his
throat. He was in the temple Hall.

The Hall of Healing.

Oh Force.

That…that was impossible!

And then he noticed the braid resting
against his shoulder.

Obi-Wan swallowed and forced himself to
his feet, struggling to remain upright and not fall over from
weakness he had no idea where came from. Slowly he managed to stumble
his way to the fresher and stared at his own reflection.

Back at him eighteen year old Obi-Wan
Kenobi stared and Obi-Wan weakly touched the still forming mole
beneath his eye before stroking the small scar on his temple. Then he
brushed his fingers over the braid.

“…What in all Force name.” He
rasped then turned on the taps, quickly washing his face in cold
water and looking again.

No change, a young man still stared
back at him.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and started
to close out the most unlikly of options.

It was not a Force vision, it was too
real.

It was not a dream, once again much too
real.

A hallucination perhaps?

Had Vader found him?

Obi-Wan cautiously reached into the
Force and gasped as he felt millions of lights in the Force, sinking
to his knees by the sink.

“…Impossible.” He whispered
before reaching out again.

But there was no lie as the Force
hummed in welcome, millions of lights, Jedi all across the Force and
light dancing through all.

Brightness.

Light.

Air to breath as the Force wrapped
around him like a comforter after a long night.

Obi-Wan felt tears roll down his face
as he let it comfort him for the first time in what felt like
forever.

“How?” He whispered, voice breaking
on the word as he shivered. He tried to get up when he heard the door
open and a soft and surprised exclamation echoed.

And then a Healer was at his side,
carefully helping him up with one strong arm around his waist as she
pulled his arm over her shoulders. “Easy, back to bed.” She
soothed, guiding him to the bed he had left.

Obi-Wan allowed himself to be handled,
to shocked to do anything but allow the manhandling.

Because he recognized this healer. He
had never gotten her name but he had seen her often in the Halls, an
older woman with her hair always pulled back in a bun, gray bits
escaping.

But what he was looking at in the
moment was a young healer of perhaps twenty five. Suddenly he had so
many questions but no answers as he was settled back into the bed,
the healer carefully wiping his face with a worried frown as she
assessed his condition.

“Can you tell me your name?” She
questioned, her voice soft, the rasp in it that Obi-Wan remembers not
present just yet, youthful as she is.

Staring at her until her smile starts
to fade Obi-Wan feels so lost.

“Do you…remember anything?” She
questioned again, resting both her hands on his shoulders.

The Force is silent on what he should
do.

“…I think my name is Obi-Wan.”

()()()

His bonded doesn’t have memories.

Qui-Gon stares at the other through the
mirror and then looks at his master when the older man rests a hand
on his shoulder with a careful grip. “It will be alright Qui-Gon.”

“Will it? If he doesn’t
remember…” Qui-Gon leaves the words hanging and then focuses back
on the redhead only to startle when green eyes meet his as if Obi-Wan
can see through the mirror and see him.

The other slowly pushed himself up from
the chair and moved to the mirror, standing in front of Qui-Gon
before he reached out and pressed his hand to it and Qui-Gon can’t
resist the urge to place his hand in the same spot on the other side,
imagining he can feel the heat of the others hand despite the mirror
between them.

A soft, curious sensation entered the
bond before Obi-Wan jerked from the mirror, his face lighting up in
surprise and then shields promptly slamming down on the bond from the
redhead’s side even as the door opens and Master Koon walked into
the room.

It left Qui-Gon feeling bereft, so used
to the bond now, muzzled and fuzzy as it had been on the others side
with no conscious emotion or thought.

“Qui-Gon?” Yan’s voice is
worried, it demands a explenation from Qui-Gon.

“He closed the bond.” Qui-Gon
offered, blinking at the redhead who sat down carefully again, ready
to answer the questions Plo had for him.

Normally a lost padawan would have been
required to stand in front of a full council. And a prisoner would
have been interrogated in the cells. And a patient in the Halls,
ready to be seen to by a healer if necessary.

But no one was quite sure about
Obi-Wan.

There were no records of him, yet he
was clearly a Jedi.

He wore tattoos in Mando’a, yet his
voice was distinctly accented with High Coruscantian.

He claimed to have no memories yet
seemed familiar with both people and the temple though sometimes
seemed so…lost.

And the Force around him was knotted
with pain and misery, as if he had been wounded from the inside out.

Obi-Wan was a mystery.

It was a good thing Qui-Gon liked
mysteries.