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I have to know how Anakin and Qui-Gon handle Dogma’s request to transfer?

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It doesn’t really come as a shock that someone wants to transfer
after the debacle with Pong Krell, Anakin had expected at least one
or two of his trooper to carefully approach him since they know
Anakin of all people won’t be upset at them.

It’s
just the who that has him staggered as he blinks up at an
uncomfortable looking Dogma, the trooper clearly only just resisting
shifting on his own feet nervously as he stood in front of Anakin
with his helmet under his left arm and his right hidden behind his
back. “You want to transfer? To Master Kenobi’s unit?”
He finally managed to get out.

Dogma
just gave a fast, sharp nod, switching between looking at Anakin’s
eyes and looking down at the desk of the office the Jedi had lead to
when the trooper had asked for a quiet and private word.

Dogma,
named because of his almost zealous adherence to the rules and the
regulation handbook, rigid but one of the most loyal of men.

And he
wanted to transfer to Kenobi.

Kenobi,
who was even less by the book than Anakin.

Oh,
Anakin wasn’t stupid, he knew that Dogma had a few issues with his
way of command, that Dogma couldn’t quite adapt to Anakin’s
improvisations on the battlefield and what he expected from the
troopers but he was a good man, a good soldier and he could
adapt, of that Anakin was sure as long as Dogma had time.

But
Dogma wanted to transfer.

Staring
at the man, Anakin pondered asking why only to shut that down.

That
wasn’t what Dogma needed.

Dogma’s
faith in his commanding officers had clearly been shaken, Pong Krell
had been by the ‘books’ so to speak in his assault on Umbara and
had been as horrified as everyone else by the betrayal Kenobi had
exposed.

And
Kenobi had saved them.

Come
in on his dragon in a rush of feathers, had reached out into the
Force and pulled every blaster down into the ground, or so the
reports Anakin had skimmed detailed at least.

Anakin
however had been the one to hand Dogma and the others over to Pong
Krell.

Dogma’s
faith had been shaken even if not broken.

Quietly,
Anakin lifted a pad, feeling Dogma watch him with nervous, antsy eyes
and Force aura as the Jedi slowly scrolled through the pad to find
the right document. Quietly, he tapped through the process before
looking up at Dogma, meeting brown eyes compared to many of the amber
eyes of Jango Fett. “Transfer… approved, you can start working
with General Kenobi today though the official paperwork will take a
week or so. He murmured quietly, watching Dogma’s shoulders sag
with relief even as he saluted to Anakin.

“Sir,”
Dogma paused, staring at him, hand still raised in salute. “…Don’t
misunderstand sir, it’s been an honor to serve with you but…”
He floundered, Anakin couldn’t help but smile a bit before he shook
his head.

Standing,
he ignored Dogma tensing up a bit as he moved to the troopers side.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me Dogma,” Raising his
hand, Anakin settled it on the others shoulder, smiling still. “I
just hope your new posting will be more to your suit.” He assured
quietly.

Slowly,
Dogma relaxed under the touch before smiling uncertainly in return,
hand lowering from the salute. “Thank you sir.”

“And
for what it’s worth Dogma,” Anakin tacked on quickly. “You’re
a fine soldier, I’m sad to see you go. You can go now.” He smiled
at the man, watching brown eyes widen in surprise before Dogma
flustered of all thing, the dark skin gaining a rosy hue in the
cheeks.

“Yes
sir, sorry sir.” Dogma squeaked of all things before quickly
stepping back and jamming his helmet on and beating a hasty retreat
out the door with a muffled squeak coming out of his vocoder.

Snorting
faintly, Anakin scratched at his curls before pausing and sighing.

He
hoped that he wouldn’t lose too many other men.

He was
willing to let them go but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t miss
them, they were good men but at least he knew that Dogma would be in
good hands when it came to Kenobi.

Least
that was something.

Latest DistantPain was OMG! Sooo much feels. I can see Dogma going to Zuru to ask how to help look after Obi (we know he doesn’t know how to properly look after himself) and pet Cotton as a stress relief after hearing what kind of crazy Obi gets into ^^ Thanks for that and everything else you give to us Moddy :)

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Pausing, his hand in the feathers on the dragons back, Dogma stared
at the exasperated pilot for several long seconds, mouth open as he
tried to get it to work.

He
couldn’t quite before he finally made a spluttering noise.

“Yup.”
Zuru simply sighed, lifting his metal cup to take a sip of caff.

More
spluttering ensued in the little cleaning cupboard of an office they
had managed to get for privacy.

When
he had hunted down the vod to ask about the General, this was not
what he expected. “He just ran out strapped with bombs?”
He finally managed to question in despair.

Zuru
shot him a look. “I am so envious that none of your Jedi do but
yeah, General Kenobi does that bi-weekly practically.” He sighed
loudly.

Aghast,
Dogma continued petting through Cottons feathers. “He’s done it
more than once?” He gasped.

Snorting
deeply, Zuru waggled his hand around in a sweeping motion. “Once a
week at least when we’re on the black ops missions. He straps the
belt to his body so he can put the bombs on and carry more and if
he’s feeling particularly self-destructive, he’ll also float some
after him as he runs out, cackling.” He sighed loudly before
reaching up and scratching through his wavy hair with a grimace,
muttering to himself about a haircut.

Not
that Dogma blamed him, Zuru didn’t look like he liked having long
hair like Tup or Helix from the 212th, he just looked like
a trooper who had been unable to get a haircut. Hesitating a bit,
Dogma rubbed Cotton’s belly before gesturing at Zuru. “Would…
would you like me to cut your hair? I’m quite proficient.” He
gestured to his own hair.

Zuru
paused in surprise, staring at Dogma and for a moment he wondered if
he had overstepped himself with the vod only for the pilot to smile
in utter relief. “I forget how easy things are now that I’m
around other troopers. Its usually just me and the General, so he
tends to cut my hair… I’d love it if you cut it.” Zuru stated
before taking another sip.

Lifting
Cotton into Zuru’s lap, Dogma stood. “Just let me…” He
gestured vaguely, scurrying off when Zuru nodded to fetch his
clippers.

Ten
minutes later he returned, finding Zuru had drunk up his caff with
Cotton no where in sight. “Ran of to hunt.” The pilot offered as
Dogma shot him a curious look, pointedly glancing to the pilot’s
empty lap. Nodding in understanding, Dogma handed the towel over to
the man, watching Zuru wrap it around his shoulders to catch any
hairs that came down.

What
came on the floor the vacuum mouse droid would take care of.

Putting
the buzzer on his usual setting, Dogma hesitated before looking to
Zuru. “What length do you prefer, mine or what?” He quietly
questioned.

“Honestly,
can you buzz it as short as yours but give me a fade?” Zuru
questioned hopefully, letting out a quiet ‘yiss’ when Dogma
nodded.

Getting
to work, Dogma let the buzzer noise fill the air as he slowly worked
through the length of hair. “…Been a while since you cut your
hair considering it was down to your ears if this is how you prefer
it.” He noted quietly, working the hair off the others scalp.

“Like
I said, the General was the one to cut my hair,” Zuru hummed. “And
he’s been so busy lately and I forget that… well, I have vode
around now. I’m not used to it.” He stated more quietly,
remaining perfectly still as Dogma cut his hair.

Only
the buzzer sounds filled the silence for several minutes before Dogma
decided to speak up again. “If you want, I’m more than willing to
help you out Zuru. You and the General both if either of you need
anything.” He offered quietly, changing the setting to start on the
fade of Zuru’s haircut from the top down.

“Ya
know… I think I’d like that Dogma. So would General Kenobi.”
The other trooper murmured, his voice seemingly fond.

Dogma
wasn’t too familiar with reading emotions honestly but, he thought
Zuru sounded fond.

‘Maybe
I can transfer to General Kenobi…?’ Dogma wondered, carefully
fading down Zuru’s hair.

What happens next in Distantpain? You’ve gotten me hooked and I want to see what happens with Obi-Wan and Dogma!

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He
shouldn’t be here but he needed answers.

So
Dogma had Captain Rex arrange the meeting with General Kenobi, the
man still confined to the medbay thanks to the injuries he sustained
from Krell.

He
should have held his tongue.

He
didn’t, he was lost and confused and so angry and he just wanted
answers so badly, answers that maybe Kenobi couldn’t give him.

After
all, Dogma had made his life around the rules of war and the rules of
the handbook and a traitor in the Jedi order, among the leaders that
were suppose to guide them to victory wasn’t…

There
were no rules on that but there were rules about soldiers killing a
superior.

Dogma
should be court martial
and sent to Kamino.

Kenobi
knew that.

So
why was he taking on the blame of killing Krell?

Why
was he protecting Dogma?

Dogma
was just
a clone, they were made to be expendable.

He
hadn’t meant to shout though.

But
just like he hadn’t meant to kill Krell, much less with the Jedi’s
saber, he had still shouted and he must have shouted loud enough for
the hall outside to hear, for
any of his vode on patrol or just coming to the medbay to hear.

Staring
at his feet, Dogma could do nothing but wait, the echo
of the shout
still reverberating through the medbay, Captain Rex tense slightly
behind him and Kix standing by the medbay office door with wide eyes
as
he held onto the door jam.

Still
the Jedi said nothing.

Then
a long, deep sigh echoed in the medbay and Dogma had to resist the
urge to flinch, as much from the anger echoing through him at the
betrayal of Krell but also guilt at yelling at this
Jedi.

“Dogma,
please look at me.” A low, steady and most of all, calm voice
stated in an even tone and the voice was what made him look up from
the durasteel floor to meet green eyes head on.

For
a long second, Kenobi just stared at him before slowly making his way
out of the bed, ignoring Kix protesting noise and Captain Rex aborted
move.

Instead
he simply took a step forward and rested a hand on Dogma’s
shoulder, a slight twist of his lips indicating he was smiling as he
brushed his longish top hair out of his eyes. “Clone troopers
aren’t blasterproof Dogma. I wish you all were, blasterproof and
armed to the teeth but the horrible truth of the matter…” Here
the Jedi trailed off, staring at Dogma, his green eyes creasing with
an emotion Dogma couldn’t read as he didn’t know this man well
enough. “You’re all sacrifices lead to slaughter by the Senate.
But I’ll be damned if I let them take anyone I can save. If I take
out another Jedi, I get questioned by my own and I have to present
the evidence of his betrayal. If you
kill a Jedi…” Kenobi trailed off again.

Dogma’s
hands were fists, his nails somehow digging through the glove and
most likely creating bloody crescents in his palm as he stared at the
man.

He
didn’t want the other to continue.

He
wanted him to continue.

He
needed answers.

Kenobi,
Jedi General of Zuru had answers as he blew out a breath. “If a
clone trooper were to kill their commanding superior, there would be
consequences far past that single clone trooper. You would be sent to
be decommissioned, set in a cell somewhere away from others where
your ‘poor’ attitude could not ‘infect’ others,” There were
obvious quotas around poor and infect, even Dogma, a bit slow on
sarcasm as he could be, could hear that. “That means that the batch
that clone came from… would be under watch. The battalion the clone
came from. Anyone that clone had interacted with.” Kenobi was
watching him closely.

Dogma
got it.

This
Jedi wasn’t just covering for Dogma, though he was in particularly
covering for him for sure as decommission could mean death and not
just being kept in a cell. But he was also covering for the entire
501st
and the batch Dogma had come from that was spread to others.

And
the 212th.

He
was covering for all the troopers Dogma had ever interacted with.

To
prevent anyone from looking at them with suspicion.

He
himself would only get a slap on the wrist and some side eyes from
other Jedi maybe but Dogma himself would receive so much worse along
with the brothers that survived this battle, though thanks to
Obi-Wan, they had mostly survived with minor damages.

Dogma
jerked back into reality of the dimly lit medbay with the sterile
smell itching his nose as Obi-Wan,
their Jetiise vod, squeezed
his shoulder gently, making Dogma blink at him.

He
was smiling, gentle, slightly sad but genuine. “Someone has to
fight for you all, especially when injustice like this happens… and
I care too damn much to not fight. It’s one of my flaws some would
say,” Obi-Wan chuckled tiredly before letting go of Dogma and
crawling back into bed, settling in with a grunt. “And while I as a
Jedi aren’t blasterproof either, I got enough shielding to keep on
walking. So I’ll continue forward in the front.” He breathed out.

Staring
at the man, Dogma felt something in his chest flutter with outrage.
‘…If that’s a flaw, then you meet some shitty people vod.’
Dogma didn’t say that, he simply smiled, bowing his head in
understanding as he let Rex drag him away out of the medbay, both of
them ignoring the small group of troopers that scattered outside the
medbay when they came out.

So DistantPain, what next? I would presume that Obi-Wan would cover for Dogma. But he also is going to take a while to heal and I feel like this Obi is even worse about staying still than other versions. Does he just up and disappear for long stretches at a time? And come back with multiple ear piercings? Like a multi-prong industrial earring and Kix and/Or Helix is just all «Why?!»

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Now,
one could say that they should have expected something
would happen in his absence
but honestly, Kix did not expect it at all when he walked into the
medbay to find his recently released from the bacta tube Jedi vod
sitting on his bed with Zuru carefully setting a four pronged
industrial earring into the newly pierced left ear, Obi-Wan
petting Cotton on his lap.

The
sight caused Kix to freeze in the doorway, feeling General
Skywalker
bump into his back even as his eyes remained on the Jedi and the
pilot, taking in what he was seeing as Zuru capped the last of the
prongs safety guards in.

Four
bright red tipped prongs along the upper cartilage of the ear, shiny
golden bars threading through and straight down into a bright red gem
no larger than the size of a pinky nail encased in gold which again
had three smaller red gems below that again.

It
was an impressive sight to be sure, fetching too.

However…

“What
the blazes
do you two think you’re doing?!” Kix snapped out, outraged as he
marched into the room.

Zuru
jumped a bit, turning guiltily in the medics direction.

Kenobi
however, that son of a bitch, only gave him a lazy look, settling
back against the bed frame without pausing in his petting of the
feathered dragon. He cut Kix off before the medic could demand
answers. “I figured you wanted to keep me in bed and this gave me
something to do. Thought you would appreciated
me staying in bed and Zuru figured the same, so he gave in to me when I asked since this place is sterile.”
He shrugged a bit, wincing when sore muscles protested.

Pausing
at that, Kix gave the other a hesitant stare before rubbing his face
and sighing. “Well, you’re right in that but kark it
General Kenobi,
you better keep that thing clean. I don’t need you getting an ear
infection and losing that ear, sir.”
He glared at the Jedi.

“Wait,”
Zuru jumped a bit, looking between his Jedi and the medic. “That
can happen?!” He squeaked then lifted his finger at Kenobi’s
nose, the Jedi going cross eyed at it. “You said this was safe!”
He accused nervously.

Once
more, Kenobi showed no sign
of guilt
and Kix felt the urge to strangle their Jetiise vod. He
just shrugged and gave a small yawn in response. “Oh, it’s
totally safe unless you’re an idiot. I know how to keep a piercing
clean, believe you me, I’ve had them in other more risky places.”
Obi-Wan grinned at them, showing off not quite clean teeth to them.

No
tooth brushing inside a bacta tube after all and teeth continue to
develop plaque.

All
three stared at Obi-Wan.

Finally
it was General Skywalker who responded. “I have no idea what to say
to that.” The blond finally got out, eyes wide with the images most
likely being developed in his head.

Kenobi,
that fucker, only shrugged.

“Idiot
jetiise vod…” Kix hissed quietly to himself, not meaning to be
overheard by anyone.

Only
for Kenobi to shift a bit on the bed, his cheeks turning slightly
pink as he looked away from Kix.

Blinking
at that, taking in the reaction even as Skywalker finally distracted
Obi-Wan by asking about Krell and the incident on Umbara, Kix noted
down the reaction and looked questioning to Zuru, causing the pilot
to hesitate before he quickly signed out of view for Obi-Wan.
‘Later.’

Well,
that was no less explaining and made the response Obi-Wan had even
more worrying to Kix, something told him he was not going to be happy
with the explanation.

And
if he was to take a major guess, it had to do with the glimpses they
had seen of how broken Obi-Wan was.

Which
meant that Kix would do well in including Rex when Zuru gave him the
explanation.

‘Great
winds, having a Jedi brother is exhausting,’ Kix sighed, listening
to Obi-Wan collaborate the version the clones had with him dealing
with Pong Krell and no clones being involved. ‘But… he is worth
it.’ Kix lips quirked into a small, fond smile, watching Obi-Wan
bullshit General Skywalker for Dogma’s safety and life as
the first of many people he’d have to bullshit and refine the story
for without them getting to know it was really Dogma.

Well,
not that Kix really thought Skywalker was an issue, but the man had a
problem with keeping his mouth shout or at least keeping a secret.

‘Secret’
affair with the Senator, more like Kix foot up Skywalker’s ass when
he kept casually testing the man for STD just to see if he’d blow
his cover while stammering that he wasn’t having sex with multiple
people.

Hey,
Kix had to get his jollies SOMEHOW.

And the last promt for today :) What’s going on in #distantpain? Is Obi-Wan well? Does Rex have his conversation with Obi in time to ask him for the favour regarding Dogma? And with that I wish You a very productive and creative evening xD Have a good night!

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Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily and tilted his head to
look around with blurry eyes as he let out a small noise, catching
the attention of the person with their back to him, the
blurry white and blue being the only thing he could really get in.
Instantly the person jumped, turned and then came over, becoming
clearer to Obi-Wan.

Kix.

That
meant this was a medbay for sure, the sterile smell making that clear
along with the whiteness surrounding him.

“Hey
there General, please remain still, you’re suppose to go into bacta
soon.” Kix soothed, checking over the readouts as Obi-Wan continued
blinking up at the man.

He
let out a small noise, rasping, which had the medic jumping a bit
before moving away and returning just as quickly, holding something
in his hands.

When
a straw was placed to his lips, Obi-Wan let out a soft moan of
relief, sucking down a slightly sweetened liquid that he would bet
was medicated in some manner.

Not
that Obi-Wan really cared.

He
trusted the clones more than most and that meant he was more than
willing to drink a medicated liquid they gave him. Finally he settled
back, his head clearing up more as Kix set the glass and straw away,
going back to the readouts.

“…Krell?”
He rasped out, blinking up at Kix, desperate for answers. The most
pressing, the threat he remembered had been alive.

“Dead,”
Kix answered shortly, pausing before taking a deep breath. “Captain
Rex want’s to talk with you about that, do you feel up to it? I can
fill you in on Zuru and Cotton while we wait on the captain?” The
medic offered, curious and cautious.

Blinking,
mind going slow, Obi-Wan gave a nod, breathing out. “Yes.”

He
watched as Kix send of a message to the captain and then the medic
sat down on the bedside, filling in the other on how Zuru was taking
care of his little dragon friend, Cotton moping around as she was
curled up around the pilots neck most days.

She
was allowed into the medbay for periods but couldn’t really stay
there.

Zuru
was also feeding her, or getting her to eat, so that was good.

And
the Resolute was now on it’s way home along with the Maverick,
General Skywalker having picked them all up and rushing them back to
Coruscant after Krell’s situation.

The
medic broke off when the door snapped open though, Rex striding in
with a nervous look on his face that eased out when he saw Obi-Wan
awake. The captain paused for a second, breathing out then moved
over, saluting the injured Jedi. “Sir, great to see you awake.”
He murmured with a small smile.

Quirking
his lip a bit in response, Obi-Wan peered up at him. “So, what’s
going on with Krell?” He murmured, ignoring the taun-taun in
headlight looks both sported.

He
was injured, not stupid, something was going on and he didn’t
remember killing the fucker and yet he was dead.

Rolling
his shoulders, Rex sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We need
your help frankly sir, Dogma took your saber to him, bisected him.
Normally, that would bring Dogma in under a lot of scrutiny, along
with the 501st
but-”

Obi-Wan
cut the other off, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “Oh dear,
it appears I cut up a traitor, how terrible. It seems I will be
questioned by the Council.” He smirked up at them both before
winking at the two startled men.

Rex
blinked several times before he let out a soft chuckle, smiling
slightly before he leaned down. “Jetiise vod, ni’m briikase gar’re
jate,” He murmured quietly, Obi-Wan feeling something close to a
sledgehammer in his chest. Zuru had called him brother before but…
but Rex wasn’t Zuru. Rex was the captain of a whole battalion.
“Let’s get you into the bacta tank.” Rex pulled back, looking
to Kix.

Mind
still spinning, Obi-Wan couldn’t quite gather around the idea of
being claimed by an entire battalion as he clearly was now, Kix
setting a sedative to prepare him for the bacta tank.

It
worked fast too, Obi-Wan still watching them speechlessly as he for
once wondered if… maybe… maybe life was worth more than what he
could do in the brief time he was alive.

Distant pain! Oh no Obi-Wan! DX

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The
world comes back in snatches.

Darkness
rules for the most part but there are moments, the feeling of a warm
hand against his, feathers pressing against his neck, quiet voices
around him, the hum of machines and the vague
feeling of floating around.

And
yet it takes time.

He
hears someone argue, quietly, over moving someone and how its not
safe.

Another
argues, tiredly, that they need to move soon, that someone is coming.

He
goes under again, just floating, feeling something brush against his
mind, something warm and… and concerned?

It
pushes him, gently and Obi-Wan finally wakes enough to open his heavy
eyes, feeling grit in the corner as he stares up at the tent, feeling
tubes down his throat and up his nose and a warm hand wrapped around
his.

His
head felt heavy and his ears like cotton as he blinked slowly,
hearing muffled noises as he forced himself more awake.

Obi-Wan
tried
talking but ends up choking and suddenly there is activity, the hand
slipping from his and hands coming up on his shoulders instead as
Zuru suddenly comes into view, calling for Kix as the pressure in
Obi-Wan’s ears pop.

Which
meant he could now hear finally. “Easy
General, easy, we’ll get them out, that’s it, just keep
breathing,” Kix was talking. “Easy Tracyn senaar vod, easy, just
let me…” Obi-Wan gagged as Kix pulled the tube out of his throat,
moisture gathering in the corner of his eyes and rolling down his
cheeks and onto the pillows from the pain and discomfort and then the
tube was gone, Obi-Wan gasping a bit for air.

Fingers
gently touched his cheek, wiping away at the wet tracks.

Zuru.

Obi-Wan
could have sobbed as he forced his eyes open, blinking up at the man,
Cotton sitting on the pilot’s shoulder, chirping worriedly down at
Obi-Wan.

Weakly,
Obi-Wan reached out into the Force to the animal and sent as soothing
an emotion he could to the animal.

Kix
meanwhile was carefully touching him, focused on his chest for the
most part, testing his reaction, murmuring to himself and nodding at
times before breathing out in relief. “We can transport you now.
Get you to the Resolute and get you into bacta General.” He smiled
down at him.

Blinking
back at him, Obi-Wan let out a small noise and then eased up as he
felt Cotton settle into the spot between his neck and pillow, the
feathered face, nuzzling gently and easily into him, aware that
Obi-Wan was injured and therefore being gentle.

Zuru
opened his mouth only for there to be a shift behind him, both Kix
and Zuru looking towards where Obi-Wan assumed the tent flap was.

And
then he heard the familiar voice of Captain Rex, the man giving a
relieved noise as he came over, joining the other three at the bed to
look down at Obi-Wan. “It’s good to see you awake General, we
were rather worried.” He stated.

Obi-Wan
made a raspy noise then grunted and closed his eyes, too tired to
really do anything.

It
was just too much and his mind was still so foggy.

But
in that fog, beyond everything… He could still feel that presence
that had pushed him awake, pushed him to fight.

‘Damn
it old man, why?’ Obi-Wan thought faintly before grunting faintly
as he felt a hypospray be set, Kix speaking with Rex as Zuru gently
stroked Obi-Wan’s hand until the Jedi fell into a drgu induced
asleep.

()()()

“I
wanted to speak with him Kix.” Rex frowned at the medic, watching
him getting the gurney ready to strap the Jedi down so they could
finally leave for the Resolute.

“I
know, but it will have to wait Captain, until we’re on ship,” Kix
paused suddenly, hands pressed to the gurney straps, staring at him.
“I know it’s an important conversation, I promise you’ll get
the time for it but he needs to rest right now. I won’t submerge
him until I’ve gotten to fix his internals and he needs to be awake
for that, so you’ll get to have your conversation with him.” Kix
promised, quiet but intent.

Breathing
out, Rex nodded slowly before turning sharply to go get the rest of
the camp packed up too.

They
needed to get out of dodge before Ventress showed up to kill their
Jetii vod. ‘And once on ship, I’ll speak with General Kenobi
about covering for Dogma…’ Rex nostrils flared a bit and he hoped
the other would cover for Dogma.

He
didn’t want to lose another vod.

Huh, so in distant pain, how is the apprehending of Krell going to go? I hope Dogma isn’t going to be sent to Kamino again

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This
wasn’t suppose to happen, this was not something Rex had imagined
could happen at all.

But
maybe he should have.

Dealing
with a traitor wasn’t enough of a glum and traumatizing situation
apparently.

“I
see,” General Windu sighed heavily, not moving an inch from his
slumped position in his seat on Coruscant. General Jinn on the other
hand looked like someone had pulled his heart out of his chest and
was showing it to him beating and Rex could get behind that
sentiment. “Is Master Kenobi stable for now?” Rex attention was
dragged back to the High General.

Nodding,
Rex tightened his grip on his helmet as he continued reporting. “As
far as Kix can manage with the supplies we have on hand, yes. We are
preparing to depart for the Resolute, where we also have a bacta tank
for him to use. But that is only if we can transport him. Which I’m
not sure of yet.” Rex continued, as emotionless as he could manage.

General
Windu sighed again before nodding, sitting up. “Please, report
again once you have reached the Resolute or the situation has
changed. Return to Coruscant at
soonest. Council out.” Rex saluted before slumping when the holos
disappeared.

Rubbing
his face, Rex turned and made his way out of the comm tent, taking in
the eerie silence of the camp as people moved around doing
their duties.

Many
paused momentarily to watch Rex before continuing on in the glowing
light of Umbara’s
bioluminescent flora.

But
Rex continued forward until he reached the medtent, pulling the flap
aside to enter.

His
eyes instantly fell to the only bed containing a person.

General
Kenobi.

He
was covered in bacta bandages from head to toe, leaving nothing of
him exposed except for his nose and mouth where he was sporting an
oxygen mask with wires going down his throat. A thin army blanket was
resting over him, keeping him warm and
the soft noise of his heart was the only sound filling the medtent
from the monitor connected to him.

Zuru
was sitting at his side, holding one bandaged hand with Cotton curled
up around his neck. Both refused to leave and no one had the heart to
say that the pilot should return to work and Kix didn’t have the
heart to kick him out.

“There’s
been no change sir.” Kix murmured bleakly, coming over.

Rubbing
his face tiredly,
Rex nodded. “This just went to Sith hells didn’t it?” He
murmured.

Shrugging,
Kix smiled humorlessly. “No one could expect Krell to shoot
lightening.” He sighed.

‘No,
but we should have.’ Rex thought tiredly, returning to watching
their Jedi vod, breathing only due to the assisted breathing. ‘We
should have… maybe we could have avoided this.’

()()Yesterday()()

Things
were not going good even as one of the Shiny’s was gasping quietly
in awe at witnessing a true lightsaber battle.

Both
Pong Krell and Obi-Wan had lightstaffs and they were evenly matched.

Or
so it seemed.

Rex
however was experienced with his own Jedi and General Jinn.

He
had seen lightsaber battles before and he could see that while
Obi-Wan wasn’t hesitating for the kill shot, he wasn’t as
physically strong as Krell and they were both equally fast.

Which
meant that when Krell lashed out with one huge foot and kicked
Obi-Wan in the chest, the redheaded Jedi was sent flying with a cry
of surprised shock.

Before
they could shoot Krell however, the besalisk was after the natural
born human, Obi-Wan coughing up blood but before Krell got in another
shot, Obi-Wan severed one of the left arms, depriving him of one
lightsaber that rolled across the floor, Dogma throwing himself at it
before it could be summoned.

That
only served to antagonize the traitor however as he bellowed in pain
and then raised his remaining right hand.

Rex
could taste bile on his throat as suddenly lightening shot from
Krell’s hand, wrapping around Obi-Wan as the man cried out in pain,
dropping his own saber in utter shock, his green eyes bulging.

And
then Krell stomped
on Obi-Wan’s chest, the sound of bones snapping echoing sickly over
the sound of electricity and screams.

Frozen,
Rex could only stare.

Luckily,
Dogma did not.

Dogma,
who had taken the betrayal so deeply, Dogma who had snagged Pong
Krell’s saber.

Dogma
who lunged the saber into Pong Krell’s back, pulling it down and
thereby almost bisecting the injured, exhausted and enraged besalisk.

The
lightning crackled to a stop, Krell letting out a disbelieving
choking noise before falling over.

“…Summon
Kix!” Rex roared into the stunned silence as Dogma fell on his
knees, staring at the dead besalisk, the captain rushing over,
patting his vod on the shoulder as he passed by, dropping on his
knees by the still living Jedi’s side, throwing his helmet aside as
Obi-Wan gurgled on blood and shuddered on the ground, his breath
wheezing heavily as Rex took in the burn wounds on his face from
the cracke of lightening.
“General hold on!” Rex hands hovered over the man, unsure where
to touch, unsure what to do except wait.

A
horrifying, gurgling laugh escaped the Jedi, the
man letting out a bloody cough that coated Rex chest armor with his
blood
as Obi-Wan focused delirious, pain swimming eyes on Rex as water
leaked from his eyes, the man’s hand resting on Rex kama before his
eyes fluttered shut.

()()Back
to present()()

That
was a day ago, they had only just gotten to inform the council,
though not the full extent.

All
they could now do…

Was
wait, Zuru and Cotton at Obi-Wan’s side, their Jetii vod fighting
for his life.

In Distant Pain… things are gonna go waaaaaaay differently with Krell and Umbara, aren’t they?

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The
moment the other Jedi had landed as
Skywalker and Jinn departed,
Obi-Wan had known something was wrong, something was off.

It
was something that settled in the pit of his stomach even as Krell
bowed for him and pretended to be subservient to him as a master Jedi
to a council member. Obi-Wan had rank therefore, even if Krell was
older than him, the other still submitted to Obi-Wan and it helped that Obi-Wan was just as experianced if not more than Krell even if he was younger than Krell.

But
Obi-Wan was the youngest council member for a reason.

And he would make that clear to Krell if he thought he could pull a fast one today.

If only he could get to the battlefield in time.

“FLY
COTTON!” He yelled through the Umbara wind that flashed around
them, Cotton crying shrilly in response to his yell as Obi-Wan clung
to her neck, his Coletta companion bringing him to the battlefield at
breakneck speed as she maneuvered around the foliage and trees.

He
heard it, the yell of troopers, the sound of blasters and Obi-Wan
sent a prayer off to the Force, regardless of how much of a dual
toned bitch it was, to please spare Zuru, to spare the troopers the
pain of having shot their own vode.

“COTTON!”
He cried out again and she burst through one last line of flora, Obi-Wan
readying himself both physically and mentally as she soared suddenly
high even as he dropped by letting go of her neck, hitting the ground with enough force to make
his knees ache and the dust whirl up around him. “STOP!” He
roared, throwing his hands up, catching every single blast in the air
and pulling them down.

Hundreds
of blaster bolts hit the ground at the same time, pulled by him,
pulled by the Force.

Panting
harshly, Obi-Wan watched as suddenly all activity ceased on both
sides of the battle line, could feel the confusion rising in the
Force as he swallowed harshly. “Get your DAMN helmets OFF!” He
called out, hearing Cotton chirp before feeling the small body of his
size changing friend drop on his shoulder.

Watching,
Obi-Wan took in as troopers slowly, hesitantly removed their helmets
around only to realize with shock that on the other side of the
battle line weren’t the native umbaran people in stolen armor, but
their own brothers.

501st
and 212th
took in each others faces with shock and horror and fear and
burgeoning anger before Captain Rex managed to focus on the only
available
General to them. “General Kenobi sir, what is going on?!” He
questioned sharply. Obi-Wan could hear from his voice that the other
knew, could hear the tightness and the rage that was barely
suppressed, the horror…

The
pain.

Straightening,
letting out another harsh pant, Obi-Wan looked around. “First off,
is anyone injured or dead?” He snapped, closing his eyes in relief
the latter was a resounding no.

A
miracle.

There
were injuries, severe ones, he could spot Ghost trooper Waxer,
holding a handless left arm to his chest plate as Boil fluttered
around him and he spotted a shiny that was propped up by a vod,
unable to walk.

But
they were alive.

Releasing
a shuddering breath as Captain Rex closed the distance between them,
Obi-Wan’s face went blank. “We have a traitor on our hands
Captain Rex. I’m going to have to request that the troopers remain
out of the apprehending of him-” He raised his hand when Rex opened
his mouth. “For your own safety sake.” He tacked on seriously.

Pausing,
Rex stared at him for a long minute, his eyes a laser focus as not
even Cotton made a sound, realizing that a serious situation was at
hand. “…Sir?” He murmured.

“If
the kaminoans and the Senate hears about clones executing a Jedi,
there will be… questions, potential decommissions on Kamino. I
won’t allow that.” Obi-Wan explained, rubbing his ruined mohawk
before letting out a breath of relief as he felt Zuru on the move with the Force.

From
what he could tell, the other was fine and hadn’t been involved in
direct combat.

Captain
Rex shifted, holstering his blaster. “Sir, I understand that but
considering the circumstances, I do believe it would be best for a
small unit to accompany you,” Oh he had Obi-Wan pegged on what was
going to happen. “Blaster’s on stun for all members following you
to apprehend Gene-… Pong Krell.” Rex continued, pausing and then
discarding the title.

‘As
he should, Krell didn’t do his job as General. We aren’t suppose
to discard
their lives and he is no longer worthy of a title of respect, not when he’s tried to hurt them and have them hurt each others…’ Obi-Wan had to keep his reactions suppressed even as
he reluctantly nodded. “…No more than ten. Pick only people you
trust will keep their blasters on stun. No injured and leave the
medic’s behind to aid their injured vode.” He murmured seriously.

A
hand rose in a quick salute before Rex turned sharply to issue
orders, his eyes roving over his brothers.

Obi-Wan
meanwhile paused long enough to stroke Cotton’s plumage. “…Go
find Zuru and stay with him my friend. I have unpleasantness to deal
with.” He whispered before letting out a quiet breath through his
nose.

Cotton
let out a mournful little tweet before taking to her wings, singing
sorrowfully as she went to find Zuru as requested.

Unknown
to the troopers around, Obi-Wan was emptying his feelings into the
Force and preparing himself to be the black hand of the council.

Obi-Wan
had dealt with traitors before.

And
this was war, there was only one thing to do with traitors in a war.

Before
it could potentially be forgiven, the perpetrator could be
rehabilitated.

But
sometimes… even among Jedi… they weren’t given second chances
like Prosset Dibs was.

Sometimes,
the council saw the situation that had been created and sent out
their last and least desired solution.

Sometimes
the black hand of execution became necessary.

It
would not be the first time Obi-Wan had executed a fellow order
member who had gone too far, and it would not be the last he imagined
in this war.

Resting
his hand on his saber hilt as Rex returned with mixed members of the
212th
and 501st,
Obi-Wan had made himself ready to be judge, jury and executioner for
another one he should have been able to trust.

Question Moddy! Cotton, how does she look?

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Okay! So! Cotton.

Think western dragon shape for her but look up the Occamy from Magical Beasts and where to find them, feathering cover like that.

She has an orange plumage that fades out in blue around her body and turns purple at the top of her head and down her tail, so basically a line from the top of her head and down her body with only her claws and face being free of feathers.

And she has dragon face, no mistake there, no beak but she has crest of larger feathers in purple and blue on top of her head. Black claws and muzzle face with a paler blue on the underside of her wings.

And actually, her feather colors may be liable to change in certain… 
circumstances

but… ehehe that would be spoiler for the future if we get to that point.

In distant pain could you write how obi met cotton and they bonded. Thank you

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Breathing
out, Obi-Wan reclined back in the tub and sunk down to his shoulders
while closing his eyes, the comfort of the hot water easing sore
muscles and the vanilla scented bath salt lulling his senses into a
soothing daze.

There
was something just utterly unique about being in a bath as hot as
your body could take and letting it sooth those abused muscles as you
let your mind semi meditate through the comfort.

A
little chirrup broke through his peace and he quirked an eye open
with an amused smile as Cotton crawled up on the rim of the tub,
staring at him curiously as she licked away what looked like glittery
wings from around her muzzle. “Hey there little one, I see you’ve
been hunting.” Obi-Wan teased softly, reaching up to rest his elbow
on the rim so he could gently scratch under her chin with his
fingers.

A
content little thrill escaped the feathered dragon, Cotton settling
on the rim to get attention as Obi-Wan continued his peaceful soak
while
scratching at the feathered dragon.

Smile
growing slowly, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but remember when he meet
Cotton.

It
was just after the council had put him over on black-ops missions,
just a year after Jinn had taken Skywalker on and Obi-Wan had felt
like the galaxies fuck-up.

His
mental condition had been so bad, he had at times wondered about just
slipping off into the Force, disappearing without a trace while
wondering if anyone would really care.

And
then, searching the Cloetta jungle moon for traces of a smuggling
ring that operated in the mid cores that smuggled people out to sell
as slaves, Obi-Wan had come over an injured feathered dragon laying
on the ground, it’s left wing bent and clearly broken.

Obi-Wan
had just stood there, staring at the passed out thing for so long
before slowly bending down and gathering the wild animal to him,
ignoring how it squeaked and bit at his hands, taking in the jewel
tones turned dusty it’s strife and the skinny body beneath the
feathers.

It
had felt like a sign at the time.

A
broken but in reality powerful animal, powerless to really defend
itself against Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan, a powerful but mentally broken
Jedi, equally helpless.

Reaching
out into the Force, Obi-Wan had soothed the at the time little animal
and took her with him to his tent, ignoring his bloody hands as he
instead focused on caring for the little dragon.

He
had splinted its wing, had gone digging for worms and beetles and
feed it gently, crushing the insects into an insect pulp when the
dragon showed signs of having a difficult time eating.

Obi-Wan
had feed the animal with a dropper, had washed it and gently
continued to heal and change the bandage as he tried to complete his
mission.

Slowly
the wild animal had gone from snapping at him to gently licking at
his hands, jewel tones shining brighter as she,
not it, gained health back.

And
then Obi-Wan had named her, Cotton as he gently removed the splints
so she could spread her wings.

He
had though she would leave then.

But
instead Cotton had taken off, flying high in the sky in glittering
shades of jewel in the bright sun… and then she had come back.

Cotton
had landed on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, chirping and
roaring gently at him before playfully tugging at his earlobe until
Obi-Wan laughed, for
the first time since Naboo feeling something close to happiness as he
petted Cotton.

It
hadn’t been a magical healing in moments, but it had been the start
of something even if no one else realized it with Obi-Wan being
isolated on that moon with Cotton.

Focusing
on the present, Obi-Wan quirked a wry smile at his size changing
friend. “You know, I
don’t know where in the galaxy I would have been if I hadn’t meet
you that day…” He whispered quietly, not wanting Mace to overhear
in the living room if he was finished cooking. “But I don’t think
I’d be alive at least. Thank you for finding me that day Cotton and
thank you for staying with me.”  Obi-Wan moved his fingers to the
orange plumage.

The
dragon, chirped and purred, pushing said plumage out to him as if she
knew exactly what Obi-Wan was saying and knew she had helped him.

“Thank
you for giving me both happiness and love.” Obi-Wan leaned forward,
pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

There
was nothing in the galaxy he would trade Cotton away for.

Nor
Zuru.

They
were too important to him and he would fight tooth and nail for them
any day of the week.