Settling
his elbows on the table as he boredly watched the clones interview
the civilians that had gotten caught in the CIS and Republican
crossfire, Jango yawned slightly while wishing that the coffee shop
had survived without damage and he could get himself a caff.

Unfortunately
that was one of the shops that needed to cleanup thanks to the
Separatists blowing out all the damn windows on this street and get
replacements set in though from the looks of it, this street was well
to do, all the businesses looked nice and shiny.

Built
in red or beige brick with what had been nice interiors and bright
lights, some artful plant decorations lining the streets. It was a
pity the CIS attack had ruined the street and ripped up the cobble
stone paved roads and Jango had a feeling that a lot of pretty things
were going to get ruined during the war if they couldn’t end it
quickly.

‘Maybe
I can head over with one of the skycars to where a caff shop has
survived?’ Jango mused, glancing about to see where Obi-Wan was,
wanting to ask if he wanted a cup of tea.

That’s
when he saw it, Windu, his posture screaming of discomfort as he
stood in front of a group of civilians.

Body
build
and leering eyes told Jango everything he needed to know.

Alphas.

Mated
alphas too if the scarring on their neck was any indication and yet
they were eyeing the Jetii like a slab of meat.

Jango
was moving almost before he could think it over and the closer he
got, the closer he could smell the dominating alpha pheromones.

Mated
alphas trying to use their pheromones on Jango’s pack.

Second
rate alpha’s who had no respect for their own mates or for someone
who was clearly
not interested in them at all as Windu’s body language and own
omega pheromones screamed of discomfort even if his face was blank.

That
cinched it.

Jango
closed in the last few steps in a rush and settled his hand gently
down on Windu’s shoulder as he stared down the alphas, all four of
them suddenly stepping back and answering Windu’s question politely
and quietly as Jango stared at them without blinking, regardless of
the sand debris blowing around in the ruined street they were in.

Windu
to his credit didn’t react like Jango’s behavior was anything out
of the ordinary and actually started to relax beneath his hand,
finishing up his questions before bowing slightly to the alphas and
calmly telling them they could leave, their answers noted down on the
pad in his grasp.

Jango
stayed silent until the alphas were gone, slowly
retrieving his hand off the omega’s shoulder as he breathed out and
glanced down at him, finding the Jedi gripping his stylus tightly.

Neither
said anything for a long moment, the buzz of the troopers questioning
other civilians filling in around them.

“…I’ve
don’t think I quite understood how good your clones were until this
moment,” Windu suddenly said, his voice quiet as Jango kept
watching him. “No alpha has ever… done that towards me, used my
designation against me so clearly or eyed me in such a way… I’m
not conventionally attractive.” He tacked on as he glanced about,
shivering despite the warm sun shining down on them.

Jango
watched him mutely before sighing. “Ignore them, they’re second
rate alphas, not worth the brain power their knots give them.” He
grunted, smirking when Windu quickly looked up at him.

The
Jedi eyed him before snorting. “I suddenly see what Skywalker and
Kenobi mean when they talk about you being the good kind of alpha.
You really have this pack standard down don’t you.” He noted with
a slight tinge of envy in his voice.

Shrugging
slightly, Jango tucked his thumbs into his belt. “Alphas should be
the spine of their packs, their job is to look after their pack and
keep the standards high,” He cocked his head in the direction the
alpha group had gone. “Those four? Leering at you like you were
fresh meat? They all had mating scars on their neck. So not only did
they try to use their alpha pheromones on you, a clearly
disinterested omega but they also tried to cheat on their mate.
Disgraceful.” Jango growled unhappily.

He
didn’t even want to consider them
having cubs, the very concept sickening him that they were willing to
already cheat on their mate but if they also had cubs with said mate…
disgusting.

Nodding
slowly, thin lips turned into a small smile. “…I never believed
the Jedi could hide forever… but I’m grateful we have you and
your clones with our exposal to the universe.” The man murmured
before bowing slightly to Jango and heading towards another group of
civilians.

This
time Jango noted that two of the troopers followed after him and kept
in earshot of the group and a glance around told him that none of the
Jedi were alone with the civilians anymore.

Sithspit,
Boba was even hanging onto Anakin’s belt and was staring up at the
civilian the blond was interviewing with sharp amber eyes.

Good.

They
weren’t second rate alphas.

‘…Now
how about that tea for Obi-Wan, a juice for Boba, bubble sip for
Anakin and some fucking caff
for me.’ He
felt he deserved that much.

Settling
his elbows on the table as he boredly watched the clones interview
the civilians that had gotten caught in the CIS and Republican
crossfire, Jango yawned slightly while wishing that the coffee shop
had survived without damage and he could get himself a caff.

Unfortunately
that was one of the shops that needed to cleanup thanks to the
Separatists blowing out all the damn windows on this street and get
replacements set in though from the looks of it, this street was well
to do, all the businesses looked nice and shiny.

Built
in red or beige brick with what had been nice interiors and bright
lights, some artful plant decorations lining the streets. It was a
pity the CIS attack had ruined the street and ripped up the cobble
stone paved roads and Jango had a feeling that a lot of pretty things
were going to get ruined during the war if they couldn’t end it
quickly.

‘Maybe
I can head over with one of the skycars to where a caff shop has
survived?’ Jango mused, glancing about to see where Obi-Wan was,
wanting to ask if he wanted a cup of tea.

That’s
when he saw it, Windu, his posture screaming of discomfort as he
stood in front of a group of civilians.

Body
build
and leering eyes told Jango everything he needed to know.

Alphas.

Mated
alphas too if the scarring on their neck was any indication and yet
they were eyeing the Jetii like a slab of meat.

Jango
was moving almost before he could think it over and the closer he
got, the closer he could smell the dominating alpha pheromones.

Mated
alphas trying to use their pheromones on Jango’s pack.

Second
rate alpha’s who had no respect for their own mates or for someone
who was clearly
not interested in them at all as Windu’s body language and own
omega pheromones screamed of discomfort even if his face was blank.

That
cinched it.

Jango
closed in the last few steps in a rush and settled his hand gently
down on Windu’s shoulder as he stared down the alphas, all four of
them suddenly stepping back and answering Windu’s question politely
and quietly as Jango stared at them without blinking, regardless of
the sand debris blowing around in the ruined street they were in.

Windu
to his credit didn’t react like Jango’s behavior was anything out
of the ordinary and actually started to relax beneath his hand,
finishing up his questions before bowing slightly to the alphas and
calmly telling them they could leave, their answers noted down on the
pad in his grasp.

Jango
stayed silent until the alphas were gone, slowly
retrieving his hand off the omega’s shoulder as he breathed out and
glanced down at him, finding the Jedi gripping his stylus tightly.

Neither
said anything for a long moment, the buzz of the troopers questioning
other civilians filling in around them.

“…I’ve
don’t think I quite understood how good your clones were until this
moment,” Windu suddenly said, his voice quiet as Jango kept
watching him. “No alpha has ever… done that towards me, used my
designation against me so clearly or eyed me in such a way… I’m
not conventionally attractive.” He tacked on as he glanced about,
shivering despite the warm sun shining down on them.

Jango
watched him mutely before sighing. “Ignore them, they’re second
rate alphas, not worth the brain power their knots give them.” He
grunted, smirking when Windu quickly looked up at him.

The
Jedi eyed him before snorting. “I suddenly see what Skywalker and
Kenobi mean when they talk about you being the good kind of alpha.
You really have this pack standard down don’t you.” He noted with
a slight tinge of envy in his voice.

Shrugging
slightly, Jango tucked his thumbs into his belt. “Alphas should be
the spine of their packs, their job is to look after their pack and
keep the standards high,” He cocked his head in the direction the
alpha group had gone. “Those four? Leering at you like you were
fresh meat? They all had mating scars on their neck. So not only did
they try to use their alpha pheromones on you, a clearly
disinterested omega but they also tried to cheat on their mate.
Disgraceful.” Jango growled unhappily.

He
didn’t even want to consider them
having cubs, the very concept sickening him that they were willing to
already cheat on their mate but if they also had cubs with said mate…
disgusting.

Nodding
slowly, thin lips turned into a small smile. “…I never believed
the Jedi could hide forever… but I’m grateful we have you and
your clones with our exposal to the universe.” The man murmured
before bowing slightly to Jango and heading towards another group of
civilians.

This
time Jango noted that two of the troopers followed after him and kept
in earshot of the group and a glance around told him that none of the
Jedi were alone with the civilians anymore.

Sithspit,
Boba was even hanging onto Anakin’s belt and was staring up at the
civilian the blond was interviewing with sharp amber eyes.

Good.

They
weren’t second rate alphas.

‘…Now
how about that tea for Obi-Wan, a juice for Boba, bubble sip for
Anakin and some fucking caff
for me.’ He
felt he deserved that much.