Distantpain

Lovely Moddy, thanks so much for all the stories you write, you don’t have to, but we all appreciate it! So, quick ask, we haven’t had a Distant Pain update. If you could, would you be able to may be do Obi-Wan getting to Coruscant and basically being dragged to the Council chamber. Where he may or may not very bluntly call out the Council on what they’re trying to do?

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Stomping
over to his seat, Obi-Wan collapsed into the ring of council members
with a low grunt, settling one leg over the other while he reclined
into the seat before throwing a pointed glare around the ring.
“You’re all, sorry to say, shit out of luck. I know what you’re
up to.” He snapped out.

In
front of them, Anakin and Qui-Gon exchanged long looks even as the
council members either shifted, coughed or kept a durasteel blank
face.

Obi-Wan
narrowed his eyes, looking around the ring.

And
then he focused on Mace, narrowing his eyes even further.

The
master of the order stared back, fingertips pressed together in a
triangle as he remained reclined back in his seat with his legs
sprawled.

A
staring match was engaged, as neither blinked.

Not
the stern faced, if blank Mace Windu and not the glaring Obi-Wan.

The
others all shifted in place as the match the time ticked in on two
minutes.

And
then Mace blinked, grunting as he did before reaching up to rub his
eyes. “Fine, you caught us, what are you going to do about it?”
He snapped out, sounding incensed.

Snorting
loudly, Obi-Wan eased from his glare to settle his arms onto the arms
of his chair. “Not a damn karking thing. Cause it didn’t work,
you can’t make me forgive something and the only reason I’m
speaking to any of you is that you didn’t.” He grumbled.

Qui-Gon
winced a bit, catching on.

“Obi-Wan…”
Depa murmured then trailed off when green eyes focused on him. “…It’s
not healthy.” She finished quietly.

“I
don’t need to forgive to live my own life,” Obi-Wan lifted his
lip on one side to give a half sneer. “I’ve run every gauntlet
the council has thrown at me, I have forgiven if not forgotten most
things, but to be repudiated after everything I did for my master,
that is a step to far. I am willing to work together, you can not and
will not ask any more of me.” He snapped out before focusing his
eyes to the front, meeting Qui-Gon’s eyes. Green eyes narrowed in
answer to blue ones.

“Why?”
He questioned lowly, in a tone so chilling everyone felt a shiver
travel their spine. “Must I always be the one to forgive? Why can’t
I be allowed to carry a single grudge? I am still a Jedi for all that
grudge, I do not carry it like a sword against the galaxy nor am I
wielding
a cape of arrogance as some are. I am a master, the
master of Soresu, I have more black ops missions under my belt than
most Shadows and yet I am the one lacking?” Obi-Wan’s voice
turned from chilling to sharp, cutting through everyone.

Silence
filled the chamber.

Not
even Yoda was willing to break it as he intently stared at his cane
while rolling it in his claws.

Finally
Obi-Wan gave a disgusted snort and shook his head. “Let us just get
to the debrief, I finally got a week on Coruscant and I would like to
do my own things.”

Seconds
of hesitations passed before Mace shifted forward with a nod to
Qui-Gon to start the debrief.

()()()

Pressing
the back of his head against the wall, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath,
his shoulders sinking as he seemed to deflate right outside the
council chamber.

A
hand came to press on his shoulder, having Obi-Wan tense up and he
squinted his eyes open to see Mace in front of him, slowly relaxing
once more as the man slowly rubbed at Obi-Wan’s shoulder with his
thumb.

“Come
on… lets get you a bath and
something
to eat,” Mace murmured kindly, carefully pulling the younger
council member with him towards the elevator everyone else had
departed by earlier. “Force knows you need it and Zuru won’t be
happy if you skip a mealtime, nor will Cotton.” He coaxed
carefully.

Grumbling
faintly, Obi-Wan followed him with tired steps. “Zuru is in the
barracks with the others for once and Cotton is in my quarters… or
out hunting in the garden. I have no idea.” He sighed and shrugged
a bit, to tired to check on his bond to the dragon to see where she
was. Wherever she was however, she was content and that was enough
for Obi-Wan.

“They
still won’t like it, my friend.” Mace chuckled quietly, settling
his arm around Obi-Wan once in the elevator.

A
few moments after the elevator had gone down, Obi-Wan laid his head
on Mace shoulder. “Never
do that again.” He whispered, all bite and ice gone, replaced by
weary tiredness.

“Never.”
Mace agreed with a quiet rumble, worried about the tiredness he could
feel oozing from the others very pores.

Distantpain: gosh what comes after that little nice Jedi display?

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The
moment the royalty was gone, Obi-Wan’s smile turned into a sneer as
he made an obscene gesture with both hands before turning around.
“Zuru!” He roared only to catch the water bottle the trooper was
throwing even before his name was called.

Instantly
he uncorked it and tipped his head forward to run the water through
it, growling faintly as he fluffed one hand through his longer top
mop, washing out whatever he had it to make it look nice and proper.

Then
he dropped the bottle to reach into his belt, pulling out a small
tube that he squirted into his hand and rubbed between both, fluffing
the content into his still wet hair. There was the smell of ozone in
the air and suddenly the mohawk was back, Zuru looking utterly bored
as they watched Kenobi use the Force to make himself look ‘normal’
again.

Tabards
got thrown and the Jedi marched into his tent while spitting curses.

Blinking
slowly, Zuru shrugged and gestured after his Jedi. “Ladies and
gentlemen? Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He
stated lazily with a small smirk as everyone stared at each other.

“…I’m
not sure if I should be impressed or a bit disturbed by how easily
that switch came.” Cody stated.

“What
did he do to his, I mean… his hair?” Rex stated, absently
floating his hands along his hair while blinking confusedly.

Shrugging,
Zuru stood and retrieved Cotton from the captain’s lap to carry
her. “He basically did a thing where he says lighting goes through
his hair in a round about way, drying it and making it gravity
defying in a jiffy. He’s done it a few times when time is short or
he’s upset.” He stated before dismissing himself, wandering to
the tent.

Tugging
the flap away, he slid in and watched the Jedi as Obi-Wan shifted
into his preferred armless undershirt and tabards over again, the man
huffing and grumbling as he moved about before finally sinking to his
knees.

Sitting
down on the bunk, Zuru let Cotton scramble off him and into Obi-Wan’s
lap instead, the two quietly observing each other before the pilot
spoke. “You feeling better now?” He questioned.

Grunting,
Obi-Wan scratched Cotton’s feathers before sighing. “Yeah, yeah I
am now. I just hate dealing with people like that, smiling as if they
want to eat you, knowing they serve fucking gold on plates and
consume it while others die to mine it.” He sneered before
breathing deeply.

Humming
faintly, Zuru watched his Jedi, smiling sadly to himself. ‘He wears
a smile as if it’s a weapon instead of a comfort…’ He mused to
himself then stood and nodded. “I’ll let you meditate then
Obi-Wan, I imagine we’re done here then?”

Sighing,
Obi-Wan nodded again. “The Empress will slide with the Republic,
hopefully that means we can leave but we have to speak to the council
first and see if that means we can entrust it all to the planets own
forces.” He stated dryly.

Nodding,
Zuru saluted and then wandered out, almost walking smack into Jinn
and if it hadn’t been for the man grabbing him and steadying Zuru
by his shoulders, he would have fallen over. “Sir!” Zuru
squeaked.

“Zuru,”
Jinn greeted, a small smile on his face before glancing at the tent
flaps and then back at Zuru. “…Is he alright?” He asked
quietly.

Hesitating,
the pilot stared up at the other before shrugging as the big hands
fell from his shoulders. “Frankly sir, he hasn’t been alright
since you left him in
the high General chamber all those years ago but
there’s not much to do about that, the
past is already done, the future is what we have.”
He stated quietly and bluntly before moving around the Jedi to go do
some shooting range with the rest of the pilots.

Jinn
could do with that information as he wished to, Zuru wasn’t going
to interfere unless that idiot did something wrong against Zuru’s
ori’vod.

I absolutely adore #distantpain like you wouldn’t believe, it’s one of my favorites of yours! Can we get some insight into Zuru and how absolutely terrifying it must be to be the sole link to humanity for a walking-talking psychic nuclear bomb? Which is why he wants his vode to adopt his Jedi because he knows Obi is a raging star that would rather burn out and die than Fall.

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Watching his for once nicely dressed and respectable looking Jedi make casual talk with the monarch, Zuru lightly rolled the water smoothed rock he had found on the table with his fingers, eyes never leaving the fake smile and cold eyes that the Empress didn’t manage to pick up on.

Oh honestly if you didn’t know Obi-Wan, he could pull the wool over your eyes as easily as he could breath.

But that was a fake smile and that was Obi-Wan’s patterned ‘I’m making nice for peace sake with you but I still despise your guts as a politician…you asshole.’ expression and Zuru knew it quite well because when they hadn’t been under ops or doing information digs, they had been negotiating with various rulers and senators to try and get some semblance of peace in this mad war.

When the monarch had arrived, everyone had gotten a shock except for Obi-Wan, who had come out of his tent looking every inch the Jedi he should be.

Polished boots, mohawk pulled back, tabards and tunic pressed smooth with his robes over and no sign of armor or even weapon despite Zuru knowing the man went no where without at least three weapons hidden on him.

Even the lightsaber and Cotton had been left behind as he greeted the arrived group with a deep bow and a smile so fake it had everyone who knew him holding their breath in shock since they had seen Obi-Wan’s wide, teethed predatory smile.

And then everyone, including a shell shocked looking Jinn and uncertain looking Skywalker, had been left in the dust as Obi-Wan charmed both the Empress and her contingent with his flowery words and his charming disposition without every betraying that any of it was fake as no curse word left his lips with a high Coruscantian accent keeping it all so refined sounding.

Zuru was honestly just grateful the two other Jedi decided to let Obi-Wan deal with this as he knew the two were fully able to accidentally sabotage Obi-Wan’s efforts for co-operation from the planets ruling faction.

Letting out a small humming sound as he felt Captain Rex and Commander Cody sliding into position on each side of him, he paused in his stone rolling action.

“What the kark are we looking at Zuru?” Rex hissed quietly, letting Cotton scamper into his lap as the dragon wanted to be petted.

“My General doing his nice Jedi routine.” Zuru shrugged, watching the breeze ruffle Obi-Wan’s loose robes and fluffy hair.

Glancing to his side he found Cody rubbing his face, the commander watching Obi-Wan closely. “…How do you do it?” He mumbled.

Cocking his head with a confused noise, Zuru waited for his older vod to explain the question.

Gesturing lightly in Obi-Wan’s direction as the man gave a laugh at something the empress had said with his head, Cody did indeed explain. “How do you handle knowing you’re one of his sole links to the galaxy? To his own karking sanity?”

Pausing at that, the pilot glanced back at Obi-Wan, watching the fake smile and fake act all in order to achieve peace, Zuru finally shrugged as Rex scratched Cotton’s belly. “Because I know that if I don’t, he’s going to self detonate somewhere in the galaxy because a person can only carry so much on their shoulders and in their mind.” He sighed tiredly.

Glancing at Zuru, Rex paused in his belly rub though he continued it when Cotton chirped in demand for more. “You’re only one vod though, you can’t carry all of him either.” He pointed out quietly.

Snorting deeply though quietly so not to disturb the negotiation happening, Zuru shrugged. “It’s not like there were any other than me and I was the only one outside of Cotton that Obi-Wan let in,” He paused before letting out a breath. “But he’s letting in the 501st and the 212th, so maybe finally I can have some help. I’m so worried that one day I’ll drop him off on a battlefield and he’ll just… explode.” Zuru quietly admitted.

At that the commander quickly slapped him on the back and held his hand on Zuru’s shoulder, squeezing it. “You got our support, I promise you that as long as the General don’t hold out on us and tries to keep away from us.” He murmured seriously, the cantina story clearly fresh in mind as Obi-Wan gave another one of those fake laughs.

To be fair, Zuru thought that if he had actually told the cantina story he might have wone the alcohol too but right now he was just so relieved to know that the vode were seriously adopting Obi-Wan into their fold.

A Jedi and a vode.

Thanks for writing #distant pain! I’m really curious about the time Obi-Wan decided to drink the cantina under the table! Was it for an undercover mission? Or was that how he managed to obtain the unstable, experimental grenades from the black weapon market?

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Almost
dropping his glass in shock, Cody stared at the edge of the table he
had claimed to work on reports where he could see the top of a red
head and two large green eyes.

Quickly
he glanced about, seeing how everyone was avoiding looking at them
and Zuru was outright shoving himself over a speeder in an attempt to
look like he was working on the motor.

Slowly
Cody looked back, blinking at the Jedi in front of him. “…Sir?”
He finally ventured cautiously.

“I
smell alcohol,” Obi-Wan went lifting his head enough for his nose
to come over the top of the table. “Can
I have some?” The Jedi made his eyes go wider somehow and Cody
imagined he was pouting under the table edge.

‘…This
is what I get for wanting to fill out my reports outside the tent, I
just wanted to enjoy the sun and lack of whipping wind.’ Cody
inwardly grumbled even as he eyed his glass before shifting and
clearing his throat. “…If you tell me about the time you drank a
cantina under the table, sure.”

Instantly
Obi-Wan’s full head, mohawk, beaming smile and beard popped up into
view as he made a grabby motion for the glass. “Sure!”

Holding
his glass away, Cody snorted. “Hell no, you get your own glass, let
me enjoy mine.” He grumbled.

“Eh
fair.” Obi-Wan shifted and then stood, his knees popping as he
looked around and then summoned a cup from the other side of the camp
to him, holding it out to Cody.

Glancing
at the cup and then where it had come from, Cody just sighed and then
pulled out his bottle from under the table, giving him half a cup.
“Isn’t that something Jedi aren’t suppose to do?” He
questioned cautiously, snorting when the man instantly took a sip of
the cup.

He
flapped his hand a bit. “Details, details, frivolous use of the
Force, yadda yadda, my balls are green and shriveled and I haven’t
been laid in eight hundred years, Kenobi stop implying I haven’t
never had sex to everyone.” Obi-Wan hummed as he savored the taste.
“Huh, good rotgut.”

Blinking
slowly, Cody deciphered what the man had said and then grimaced.
“Really did not want to think about High General Yoda like that
sir.” He settled on.

Sniggering,
Obi-Wan perched his ass on the table and much to Cody’s surprise,
it held out. It creaked of course but didn’t collapse with the
weight of the Jedi on it even though it creaked ominously.

Cotton
came clambering up the Jedi’s leg after a moment too, chewing on a
rodent like creature she had caught as she watched everyone
curiously.

Taking
another sip, Obi-Wan raised a brow which had the scar on his cheek
pulling. “So right, you wanted to hear about the cantina debacle?”
He petted Cotton’s head and ignored her grumbling at him when his
fingers came too close to the rodent thing.

Leaning
his arms cautiously on the table, Cody nodded. “Zuru told us you
drank them under but never really explained the why and how?” He
raised a brow.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan glanced at where his pilot was then looked back to
Cody. “Well see now that’s interesting. The council sent me out
on a little mission you see, to do some information gathering in
hostile territory and I think they expected me to be discreet… I
wasn’t.” Obi-Wan sniggered.

Intrigued,
Cody raised his brows.

“See,
I knew they’d know what I was the moment I touched down. Jedi have
a certain walk
and attitude
around them when they come looking for information. So I did the next
best thing,” Obi-Wan took another sip, licking his lips before
giving Cody a smile with all his teeth. A predator’s smile. “I
went to the shadiest of cantina’s I could find and challenged the
biggest grunt I could see to a drinking game. No cheating, no backing
out. Drink until we pass out while we ask each other questions and if
I pass out first I told them they could sell me.” Obi-Wan took
another sip.

Staring
at the man, Cody blinked slowly then cleaned out his ears as best he
could. “What?” He questioned lowly.

“I
told them if I passed out, they could sell me and my lightsaber,”
Obi-Wan cackled quietly, still nursing the drink Cody had poured from
his personal stash. “But I won and I took both their weapons and
their information and I did that with every
grunt in the cantina.” He looked wholly satisfied and smug.

Jaw
dropping, Cody decided there and then he was going to have to follow
this Jedi around, he was too much for one poor vod. ‘How the hell
has Zuru managed to keep this one safe?!’ He looked at the pilot
with fresh respect and raised his cup at the man when he looked their
way.

Zuru
just shrugged with a despairing look on his face.

Distant Pain: okay, what comes now with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan? I mean they have a very… strained realtionship, but that’s not good when on a battlefield and you’re suppose to work with?

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Dabbing
bacta on his lip as
he sat on his bunk with a little mirror in hand,
Obi-Wan glanced up as the tent flap was pulled aside and inwardly
groaned when the long haired Jedi stepped into his tent without an
invite.

For
several moments neither said anything, Obi-Wan continuing to dab his
lip with the bacta and the little cut wound he had gotten on his
cheek until finally the redhead had enough and growled as he turned
his head to look at the man. “Okay, what the hell do you want old
ma-”

“I’m
sorry.” Qui-Gon cut in, his deep voice soft and sad.

Twitching,
Obi-Wan stared at him. “…What?” He grunted.

Taking
another step into the tent and closer to Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon let out a
deep breath. “I won’t say I’m fault in everything you’ve
done, you’re
your own man, you make your own decisions but I’m sorry for the
part I played.” He continued until he was standing in front of the
other man.

Staring
up at the other with his mouth open, Obi-Wan let out a huff. “Of
all the arrogan-”

Once
more Obi-Wan was interrupted. “I set the pebbles in motion that
caused the avalanche, of that I am fully willing to admit my fault,”
Qui-Gon breathed out heavily and slowly knelt down on one knee with a
soft grunt of pain while staring at Obi-Wan. “…I would fully
understand it if you wanted nothing to do with me ever again Obi-Wan.
I don’t… deserve anything more than your scorn. But I’m begging
you, please look after yourself.” He murmured, reaching up one
large, warm hand to gently touch Obi-Wan’s cheek.

His
blue eyes turned even sadder as he took in the healing cut.

Chewing
on the inside of his cheek, Obi-Wan grunted before slowly turning
around on the bed until he was facing the man fully. “You’re
right. I don’t want anything to do with you Jinn,” He said in a
flat tone, watching the man’s shoulders slump. “You hurt me and
then you never came around to apologize or contact me until I was
placed smack dab in your path. What kind of master
does that?” He questioned bitingly.

Nodding
shakily, Qui-Gon let his hand fall, resting on his raised knee. “I
know. I am… apologize so much Knight Kenobi.” He murmured.

He
was about to get up when Obi-Wan placed his hand on the others
shoulder, holding Qui-Gon in place with an intent look in his
narrowed eyes, the man watching with pursed lips. “…I don’t
think we can ever go back to being former master and padawan. I don’t
think we can even be friends at this point because I would have a
very hard time of trusting you,” Obi-Wan said slowly with a soft
growl.

Qui-Gon’s
shoulders slumped even more heavily, feeling as if planets of burdens
had been placed on his shoulders and it was his own fault as his
heart turned to ice in his chest.

“However
I’m willing to be an acquaintance,” Obi-Wan grunted out, Qui-Gon
looking up with a hopeful gaze. “That doesn’t mean I’m willing
to forget
nor to forgive,
but maybe with time we can have some semblance of a relationship.”
Obi-Wan settled on.

Feeling
like his heart could burst, Qui-Gon quickly grasped both of the
others hands and squeezed them. “T-That’s a-all I ask for. No,
that’s not what…” He shook his head, licking his lips.
“…Whatever you feel I deserve, that’s all there will be.” He
settled on in a quieter tone, squeezing the others hands.

Humming
faintly, pursing his lips before shrugging, Obi-Wan settled. “We
are Jedi, we have to have some kind of respectful relationship in
front of those that don’t work well with us like the Senate. So
yeah, maybe with time we can be acquaintances but that does not give
you the right to just come into my quarters as you wish.” Obi-Wan
narrowed his eyes at the white haired man.

Getting
it, Qui-Gon nodded quickly and got to his feet, back and knees
popping as it did and he winced but didn’t look to the other Jedi
for sympathy, making himself scarce.

Waiting
until the man was gone, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath and dropped his
face into his hands. “…Well, at least Mace will be happy to hear
this.” He muttered bitterly, wondering what the hell he was doing
before shaking his head.

He
wasn’t letting Jinn off the hook, he hadn’t forgiven him and he
hadn’t given him permission to involve himself in his life.

‘…But
we all know Jinn don’t we.’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly to himself
before sighing and shrugging.

Well
if he had some stupid notions Obi-Wan would be happy to disabuse him
of them but right now he wanted a shower and a good night before he
ruined scrap metal in the morning to chase them off world.

And
maybe piss in Skywalker’s boots, get the look of someone having
strangled his tooka off the blond’s face.

Hey, I love #DistantPain so much. Is the story on AO3? And if not could it be? And also, I love Obi Wan’s relationship with Zuru and the clones, could we have more of them in general cause I can’t get enough at all. Just more and more and more of Obi Wan and his relationship with the clones, especially Zuru.

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Slamming
the rotgut down, Zuru wiped the back of his mouth and looked around
at the wide eyes of his vode. “So there we are, sitting in the
downed craft and Cotton is miles away and we know that no one is
going to reach us in time and I’m already preparing my little
prayer cause you never know, I mean we work with people who can throw
stuff around with their minds so there might be some higher being
around so
why the kark not.”
When Zuru had joined his vode for their little Jedi dish out, he
hadn’t been quite sure what to expect.

He
normally wasn’t around other clones long enough to join in on one
of these or was too busy with Obi-Wan to really join though Obi-Wan
did try to push him towards his brothers.

But
knowing now that the troopers took their chance to vent about their
Jedi and all the crazy shit they got up to, like the time Skywalker
went balls to the walls in to save a little astromech or the time
Jinn jumped off a cliff with no warning to engage with the droids…
well now Zuru kind of wished he had because getting to dish up on
Obi-Wan and his crazy things was doing Zuru a world of good.

Along
with the alcohol of course.

So
much rotgut and Zuru wasn’t sure the last time he drank this much,
maybe last time Obi-Wan decided to drink that cantina under the
table…

Waving
his glass out for someone to fill it, Zuru licked his lips. “But
then Obi-Wan stands up and goes ‘karking sons of bitches are gonna
eat lead!’ and marches over to one of the crates that got loaded up
Cato Neimoidia that I just assumed were some kind of food shit and
such and as I watch my Jedi and learn that nooo
that’s not what it is,” Zuru took a heavy gulp of the rotgut.
“What I’ve been carting around in my bouncy shuttle as we tried
to reach a battle ground is unstable, experimental grenades
from
the black weapon market that my Jedi somehow managed to sniff out and
he straps them to his body in a weapon harness and kicks out the
shuttle door, marching out.” Zuru’s drink sloshed out of his
glass and over his hand, down his wrist as he gestured around.

Faintly
he could hear someone whimper a soft ‘noooo’ somewhere in the
back as he told his story that told him that so far Zuru was winning.

He
gestured with his free hand, pointing. “And then I kid you not, he
turns around and grins at me with all teeth and goes, ‘Its a good
day to die Zuru!’ before jumping out hollering to make sure to get
every clanker’s attention in a mile as he races out strapped with
grenades like some kind of make shift kamikaze Jedi shaped weapon!”
Groaning, Zuru sat back, sipping his drink.

“What
happened next?” Rex questioned in horror, having been the one in
the lead with the story of how Skywalker and Tano threw him off a
wall and catching him before he went splat, still having nightmares
about that.

Snorting
painfully, getting some alcohol up in his nose, Zuru waved his hand.
“Oh that’s the best part because this is my Jedi yeah? So I can’t
just hide back in the shuttle, so I scramble forward to look at the
least and here is my jackass Jedi, using a broken piece of the
shuttle as a makeshift shield as he floats the karking grenades into
perfect height and kicks
them towards the droids where he needs them like they’re some kind
of soccer ball sized plaything and not painfully unstable grenades!”
He rubbed his face with a loud groan as he sat back on the crate he
was using as a chair, his armor creaking a bit.

He
needed to wipe it down but that wouldn’t be this night, not with
how drunk he currently was with how much he had been plied with
alcohol.

Faintly
Zuru could hear one of the armory vode whispering a faint ‘fuuuuuck’
of horror to his left as they all took in the fact that Obi-Wan
Kenobi was crazy enough to not just get unstable weapons but also
transport them without telling the pilot and then strap them to his
own body.

That
didn’t even touch the subject of him kicking
them with the Force to land them in groups of droids.

“How
the kark are you still alive?” Commander Cody managed to ask in
weak alarm and awe.

Snorting
deeply, Zuru sighed. “Because anyone who touches me is going to get
ripped apart by Obi-Wan or by proxy Cotton, that’s why, he’s as
protective as he’s insane frankly and I guess I should be grateful
about that but damn if I don’t wish my Jedi took better care of
himself. I mean you all saw his little sparring round.” He grumbled
as he relaxed.

Shaking
his head, Captain Rex pushed the bottle by his side over to Zuru. “I
think its safe to say that Zuru wins the whiskey. Drink it with it
with the respect it requires my friend… shit, he’s insane.”
Rex hissed to himself.

Pulling
the bottle over and eyeing it, Zuru nodded and stuck it down beside
the crate. He had way too much rotgut already and there was no way he
was cracking that bad boy open right now and hell, Obi-Wan was the
reason he won it, he might share a cup.

Maybe.

I really enjoy your stories and would love to see what happens next in distant pain. Maybe qui-gon or analogs viewpoint. Obi has to have made them both think. Thank you

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Watching
the older Jedi and his lineage brother, Anakin couldn’t help but be
reluctantly impressed even it was a bit worrisome to watch how he
basically seemed to be beaten to a pulp at the same time.

But
he was holding his own against a sparring droid who clearly knew
every move Kenobi could utilize and was countering them to the point
where the Jedi was spitting blood and Anakin could spot Kix
practically bouncing on his heels in impatience to check on the Jedi,
both the droid and the Jedi’s weapon forgotten in the dust long ago
as the fight had devolved into a fist battle.

Wincing
as the droid finally slammed his fist into Kenobi’s face and downed
him only for the Jedi to kick out the legs of the droid, Anakin
caught onto the conversation of that Zuru, Kenobi’s pilot, was
having with the other troopers.

“Our
shuttle went down,” Zuru threw his bit in, staring at the pot and
then back at his cards to avoid looking at the vode he had come to
know and
giving himself away.
“I wasn’t injured, a miracle in itself with how the shuttle
looked but I was rattled, shocked, took me several minutes to get out
of the harness and start making my way out of the cockpit.”

There
were a few mutters, the pilots recognized that feeling, the
adrenaline
and fear mixed with the need for survival and duty and
Anakin had to contain a winch as he knew there were too many out
there who got to feel those fears these days.

“Only,”
Zuru spoke again, getting their attention again as he continued to
study his cards. “I hear this noise you see, like metal hitting
rock and tearing, a low level roaring in the distance and I’m
wondering if that’s it, if this is where I die because that has to
be the tin cans after all… and then the doors of the shuttle rips
straight off and there he is, my General.” Zuru smiled at his
cards, eyes far away on
another battlefield.

“He’s
just standing there, a wild look in his eyes with clay on his cheeks
and blood caught in his hair from the shuffle, framed in the sunlight
from outside the ship like some kind of karked up angel of vengeance
and I’m frozen because he’s right there and then we’re looking
at each other… it felt like forever just
staring at each other when General Obi-Wan finally just slumped and
jerked his head for me to follow,” Zuru chuckled faintly, glancing
up to find the other players and vode around staring at him. “It
was then I knew that if I ever got into trouble, my General would
have my back. He’d stick by me regardless what happened and I could
lean on him as much as he leaned on me.” Zuru confided in them.

There
was a huff, Rex leaning forward before the captain turned to
Commander
Cody.
“Screw convincing the others, I say we just adopt him now.” He
grumbled, a few joining him.

Cody
snorted, shrugging. “He’s adopted to the 212th
and the 501st,
but hey, if Zuru tells that story I don’t foresee any issue in the
whole army adopting him.” He smirked wryly before shaking his head.

Glancing
back to the fight, Anakin dug his nails into his arms.

Thanks
to the fucker, Anakin had too many things to think about, things he
hadn’t needed to think about before and he wished he could just lay
his head in Padme’s lap or speak to the Chancellor. Things always
made sense after speaking to the man who never blamed him for being
emotional.

But
thanks to Kenobi that wouldn’t be happening because apparently
everyone knew and everyone was keeping an eye on him not just because
he was strong but because apparently he was getting arrogant?

Or…
something like that.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what to do about the information the other had unloaded
on him.

It
hurt.

And
yet the man didn’t respond to the accusations Anakin had thrown
back at him.

Instead
he had calmly explained exactly what his title was and that the
Senate knew
of his missions. That Chancellor Palptine knew.

It
was so confusing.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what to do but he was reluctantly happy that the
troopers seemed intent on adopting the other considering he was on
the ground with a bloody face and his karking left shoulder
dislocated as Kix reached him.

Absently
he also noticed that Qui-Gon was watching Kenobi in a sad manner and
felt a spike of anger down in his stomach that he quickly stamped on
as he reminded himself of exactly why Kenobi acted as he did towards
their former master.

‘…I
don’t think he can get him back,’ Anakin realized with a jerk,
glancing quickly between the two as Kix put a gauze piece to Kenobi’s
face to steam the bleeding as the medic called over Bandaid to help
him. ‘At best, they could become acquaintances but I don’t think
Qui-Gon is going to get him back…’

Can we get some more of DistaintPain? Slightly unhinged, no-holds-barred is one of my fav flavours of Kenobi. He can’t run forever–from himself or Qui-Gon. Which will he hit first? Will he shatter spectacularly? Will Qui-Gon be his usual ‘oh no i am a bad person mope mope mope’? We still don’t know what happened on Naboo. Is that a factor? «No one knew what Obi-Wan had done…» [as always, you are a gem <3 ty for writing]

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The
morning went of pretty easily Obi-Wan would like to claim but
breakfast came and went and there was nothing to do though Obi-Wan
had fixed himself up so Zuru wouldn’t have a minor fit about
Obi-Wan’s health.

Cotton
was still hunting and Zuru was for once getting to enjoy actual
quality time with vode that wasn’t rushed or subject to leaving any
moment.

It
was moments like this that made Obi-Wan somewhat regret he didn’t
lead more men but he was best as a single unit but maybe if he could
get another pilot?

A
co-pilot for Zuru would be good, another brother to spend time with.

However
right now Obi-Wan needed something to do and he wasn’t about to
mess with Zuru’s ship without the trooper there.

Pursing
his lips, Obi-Wan marched over to Zuru’s shuttle and climbed in,
pulling out training gear as he was bored and there was no one to
stop him. Zuru sent him a slightly gimlet eye but let him drag out
the training droid casket and the folded in metal staff he used for
training purpose.

Heading
far enough away from the tents and ships to not damage anything or
accidentally get thrown into a ship or tent, Obi-Wan dropped the
casket and kicked it, staring down at the metal box while ignoring
his aching toes.

Nothing
happened.

“Zuru!
It won’t open!” He yelled in frustration.

The
other turned from the circle of vode he was speaking to, narrowing
his eyes. “Did you kick it?!” He called back.

Pursing
his lips, refusing to say he was pouting, Obi-Wan nodded as Skywalker
was summoned out of his tent by the noise. “I kicked it!” In a
tone that implied he was not
an idiot.

“Did
you activate it first
or did you just kick it General!?” Zuru answered back with in a
tone that clearly told him that yes, Obi-Wan was
an idiot.

Muttering,
Obi-Wan crouched down, hiding his coloring cheeks by turning his head
down though clearly he wasn’t fooling Zuru if that little snort was
any indication as Obi-Wan pushed the buttons in the right sequence
before straightening.

And
then he kicked the box.

Finally
it activated, the training droid slowly lengthening and straightening
out until it was a fully humanoid sparring partner.

Shaking
out his staff to full length, Obi-Wan initiated his usual setting and
was promptly backhanded.

In
a real fight, everything was allowed and the fucking droid knew it.

Snarling,
tasting blood in his mouth as
he backed up on the grass,
Obi-Wan barely brought up his staff in time to block it as
the droid had used Obi-Wan’s distraction to bring out its own
weapon, the ends sparking ominously but Obi-Wan already knew that
they were electrically charged. He had chosen this training droid for
a reason after all.

His
fights were always against someone suppose to be better, stronger or
have more people at their disposal. So Obi-Wan had to be faster,
cleverer and fight better.

Bearing
his bloody teeth at the blank faced droid, Obi-Wan pushed back and
got into position.

()()()

Watching
his masochistic General for a moment, Zuru sighed and shook his head.
“Leave him, he’s gonna let the droid beat on him for another half
hour when he’s like this. He must have slept badly.” Zuru noted
quietly at a few half risen troopers.

They
sat down though, trusting Zuru’s judgment.

It
was General Jinn who interested Zuru however.

The
slightly horrified, guilty look on his face as he watched Obi-Wan,
the way his hands helplessly curled into fists and every time he
winced when Obi-Wan took a direct blow or got electrocuted. ‘He
blames himself.’

Zuru
didn’t fully understand the relationship between the two but… he
knew that Jinn wasn’t totally off the mark, he was part in the
creation of the man currently beating himself bloody against the
droid.

‘Its
hard to think that it used to be worse.’ Zuru reached for the
rotgut he had been offered, taking a sip.

He
still remembered the cold eyed man he had been introduced to at the
start of the war, the man who was more a beast that would beat
himself bloody against the cage of his own making as he did his duty
as he saw it until he saw the effect it had on Zuru.

It
had taken time, Zuru had made himself a place in his General heart
and that was important.

He
still remembered the wild eyed look in the General’s eyes when Zuru
had gone down with one shuttle, the man coming tearing into the wreck
only to pause when he found an unhurt but rattled pilot.

Obi-Wan
had been part of his own destruction though and
was part of his own craziness.

Pausing,
lips on the bottle, Zuru glanced towards the older Jedi. ‘…Please
help, he’s my
Jedi and
we don’t get second chances with our
Jedi.’

Can we get some more of DistaintPain? Slightly unhinged, no-holds-barred is one of my fav flavours of Kenobi. He can’t run forever–from himself or Qui-Gon. Which will he hit first? Will he shatter spectacularly? Will Qui-Gon be his usual ‘oh no i am a bad person mope mope mope’? We still don’t know what happened on Naboo. Is that a factor? «No one knew what Obi-Wan had done…» [as always, you are a gem <3 ty for writing]

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The
morning went of pretty easily Obi-Wan would like to claim but
breakfast came and went and there was nothing to do though Obi-Wan
had fixed himself up so Zuru wouldn’t have a minor fit about
Obi-Wan’s health.

Cotton
was still hunting and Zuru was for once getting to enjoy actual
quality time with vode that wasn’t rushed or subject to leaving any
moment.

It
was moments like this that made Obi-Wan somewhat regret he didn’t
lead more men but he was best as a single unit but maybe if he could
get another pilot?

A
co-pilot for Zuru would be good, another brother to spend time with.

However
right now Obi-Wan needed something to do and he wasn’t about to
mess with Zuru’s ship without the trooper there.

Pursing
his lips, Obi-Wan marched over to Zuru’s shuttle and climbed in,
pulling out training gear as he was bored and there was no one to
stop him. Zuru sent him a slightly gimlet eye but let him drag out
the training droid casket and the folded in metal staff he used for
training purpose.

Heading
far enough away from the tents and ships to not damage anything or
accidentally get thrown into a ship or tent, Obi-Wan dropped the
casket and kicked it, staring down at the metal box while ignoring
his aching toes.

Nothing
happened.

“Zuru!
It won’t open!” He yelled in frustration.

The
other turned from the circle of vode he was speaking to, narrowing
his eyes. “Did you kick it?!” He called back.

Pursing
his lips, refusing to say he was pouting, Obi-Wan nodded as Skywalker
was summoned out of his tent by the noise. “I kicked it!” In a
tone that implied he was not
an idiot.

“Did
you activate it first
or did you just kick it General!?” Zuru answered back with in a
tone that clearly told him that yes, Obi-Wan was
an idiot.

Muttering,
Obi-Wan crouched down, hiding his coloring cheeks by turning his head
down though clearly he wasn’t fooling Zuru if that little snort was
any indication as Obi-Wan pushed the buttons in the right sequence
before straightening.

And
then he kicked the box.

Finally
it activated, the training droid slowly lengthening and straightening
out until it was a fully humanoid sparring partner.

Shaking
out his staff to full length, Obi-Wan initiated his usual setting and
was promptly backhanded.

In
a real fight, everything was allowed and the fucking droid knew it.

Snarling,
tasting blood in his mouth as
he backed up on the grass,
Obi-Wan barely brought up his staff in time to block it as
the droid had used Obi-Wan’s distraction to bring out its own
weapon, the ends sparking ominously but Obi-Wan already knew that
they were electrically charged. He had chosen this training droid for
a reason after all.

His
fights were always against someone suppose to be better, stronger or
have more people at their disposal. So Obi-Wan had to be faster,
cleverer and fight better.

Bearing
his bloody teeth at the blank faced droid, Obi-Wan pushed back and
got into position.

()()()

Watching
his masochistic General for a moment, Zuru sighed and shook his head.
“Leave him, he’s gonna let the droid beat on him for another half
hour when he’s like this. He must have slept badly.” Zuru noted
quietly at a few half risen troopers.

They
sat down though, trusting Zuru’s judgment.

It
was General Jinn who interested Zuru however.

The
slightly horrified, guilty look on his face as he watched Obi-Wan,
the way his hands helplessly curled into fists and every time he
winced when Obi-Wan took a direct blow or got electrocuted. ‘He
blames himself.’

Zuru
didn’t fully understand the relationship between the two but… he
knew that Jinn wasn’t totally off the mark, he was part in the
creation of the man currently beating himself bloody against the
droid.

‘Its
hard to think that it used to be worse.’ Zuru reached for the
rotgut he had been offered, taking a sip.

He
still remembered the cold eyed man he had been introduced to at the
start of the war, the man who was more a beast that would beat
himself bloody against the cage of his own making as he did his duty
as he saw it until he saw the effect it had on Zuru.

It
had taken time, Zuru had made himself a place in his General heart
and that was important.

He
still remembered the wild eyed look in the General’s eyes when Zuru
had gone down with one shuttle, the man coming tearing into the wreck
only to pause when he found an unhurt but rattled pilot.

Obi-Wan
had been part of his own destruction though and
was part of his own craziness.

Pausing,
lips on the bottle, Zuru glanced towards the older Jedi. ‘…Please
help, he’s my
Jedi and
we don’t get second chances with our
Jedi.’

Oh please, some more Distantpain with clone interaction and Obi-Wan?

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‘If
I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me
in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song.’
Obi-Wan hummed internally to
not wake up anyone else just yet with
his fingertips tapping the tune on his knee,
his eyes half closed as he stroked Cotton’s scales until the
creature crawled down his chest and slipped off into the early
morning to hunt.

Sitting
against one of the many trees in the gray dusk, Obi-Wan watched
most of her disappear between
tall grass except
for her tail,
clearly intent on hunting insects this day as
she wasn’t making herself bigger.

It
was honestly her main diet with the occasional flamed meat even if
others thought she ate an entire taun-taun daily.

Letting
out a breath as she disappeared fully into the wet underbrush of the
surrounding forest, Obi-Wan pressed the back of his head and tilted
his head up to the ever so slight signs of blue between gray clouds,
feeling…

Ugh
he hated it when he was alone with his own head.

He
knew if Zuru saw him right now the clone would itch out of his own
skin with worry, seeing his Jedi sitting against a tree, barefoot in
just his leggings and a simple inner tunic, his hair falling around
his face instead of being styled up in its usual mohawk style. ‘And
I need a new shave.’ Obi-Wan noted with annoyance, rubbing a hand
along his left side over the ear.

The
fuzz was really getting longer than Obi-Wan was comfortable with if
he intended to keep his current style, and he rather intended that,
so he would need to find someone who could buzz it down on the sides
or outright shave it.

He
paused, thinking about that before shaking his head, he was a rather
pale man, that kind of cut looked better on darker hair he felt and
then there was the itch when hair regrew so buzz it was, if only
someone could do it for him.

‘Maybe
I can ask Zuru? I am not
asking Jinn or Skywalker.’ Obi-Wan pursed his lips, it
was a cut your nose to spite your face situation of course but he
didn’t trust Skywalker with clippers against his scalp and Jinn…
just no, that was a whole other can of worms he just didn’t want to
open he mused tiredly to himself.

And
almost screamed in shock when one of Jinn’s troopers dropped down
by Obi-Wan’s side with a loud thud, the man beaming happily at him
while holding out his hand. “Morning General, didn’t think anyone
else would be up yet except for maybe Helix and Kix.” He greeted
cheerfully.

Barely
avoiding rubbing his chest and wheezing, Obi-Wan stared at the man
with slightly wider eyes than normal before nodding. “Cotton was
hungry, she ran off,” He answered shortly, letting the implication
be that she woke him instead of the nightmare he had been having.
Flickering his eyes over the clean shaven trooper, Obi-Wan took the
hand to
shake.
“Waxer, right?” He frowned.

Nodding
happily as he pumped Obi-Wan’s hand, Waxer beamed at him and his
mood was almost infectious to the point where Obi-Wan felt his lips
twitch in return.  “Right on General. Me and Boil are on meal rush
for the morning along with a few from the 501st,
thought I’d serve by when I spotted you though so you know there
will be hot water for tea soon.” He
answered happily.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan sat up and glanced towards the mess tent. “Need some
help? I’ve already done my exercise and meditation, so I’d be
happy to chip in.” He drawled calmly,
it would certainly help Obi-Wan get out of his head and he was more
than happy to spend time around troopers.

Blinking,
Waxer stared at him before beaming and getting to his feet, offering
his hand to the Jedi to pull him up. “That
be nice General!” He chirped before gesturing towards Obi-Wan’s
hair. “Also, I saw you rub your sides, if you need a haircut I
could help you cut it down.” He grinned, rubbing his scalp with
twinkling amber eyes.

Lips
twitching outright into a smile, Obi-Wan nodded. “I would be
appreciative of the aid, once we’re done with breakfast.” He
chuckled as he followed Waxer to the mess tent, the man instantly
chattering happily, full of sunshine.

Obi-Wan
got a few surprised looks as he entered the tent but was quickly
greeted and saluted, a knife handed over to him to start peeling a
some of the vegetables, his shoulders lowering contently as he
settled into work with a quiet hum as he listened to the soft chatter
of the troopers around him and outright chuckling when Waxer grabbed
Boil to get him in on helping Obi-Wan buzz his hair later on.