Distantpain

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.

I really like where you are going with distant pain. Could you show the council discussing obi-wan and what led to this point. I also would love to see qui-gon actually taking responsilbility for his actions and having his justifications fail. Thank you for another wonderful story

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Sitting
quietly as the holo shut off, the council glanced at each other for
several long moments until Depa finally leaned forward with a deep
sigh. “He does look better, I have to admit that so this idea might
not have been the silliest we’ve done.” She settled on in a quiet
voice.

Adi
just grunted, rubbing over her sore, tired eyes, knowing it wouldn’t
help but unable not to provide some temporarily provided relief for
it. “We’ve done a lot of stupid things when it comes to Kenobi
and we know it.” She muttered grumpily.

Sighing
deeply, fingers still tented, Plo stared at the display still though
one could debate if his eyes weren’t focused on the window since
his googles hid his direct line of sight. “I’m not sure it has so
much to do with Qui-Gon in his life again than the troopers I will
admit. Obi-Wan has always been stubborn and he’s built quite the
wall around himself to keep that which he considers bad for him out.”
The kel dor stated quietly.

Yoda’s
ears twitched at that before the grandmaster leaned forward in his
seat. “Regardless which it is, progress it also has been. Worried
for him I am,” The old man croaked out quietly, wizened face drawn
in concern. “Threading a fine line Obi-Wan is doing.”

There
was a round of grumbling, from both physically present members and
the holo forms of the ones not on Coruscant.

“We
should never had made him one of our shadows and black ops agents.”
Shaak said heavily as she leaned back in her chair on Kamino. The
council had known that Obi-Wan was already in a delicate state thanks
to Qui-Gon after the whole Naboo ordeal, not to mention whatever other ordeal
was hidden in their past as this could not only be about Naboo and young Skywalker.

Making
him an agent however so soon after the trauma of Naboo?

No,
that had been a bad bet on their part, regardless how successful
Obi-Wan’s missions were.

Mace
grunted, standing and pressing his hands to the back until it popped.
“Who else did we have to make into a shadow than the man who
defeated the first Sith in century?
To have up close and personal contact with one regardless how limited
it is,” Mace murmured darkly while moving closer to the holo
display, clearly needing to move as his bones popped with each step.
“We may have meet darksiders before but nothing like a Sith has
been seen in a century and to have ones focus on you… the pressure
of a darksider is wholly unexpected, I still can’t understand how
Kenobi did it.” He breathed out heavily.

For
a moment no one said anything as the sounds from the outside filled
the chamber, the wind and the skycars despite how well isolated the
tower was.

In
utter silence some noise always came through.

“…Will
he still jump?” Depa finally asked what they were all thinking, all
of them turning to Yoda.

The
troll’s ears twitched and he closed his eyes, long claws twitching
on his cane for several seconds before opening his eyes and shaking
his head. “Uncertain the future is, uncertain Obi-Wan’s path has
been for far too long and too entwined in this war we are… relay on
maybe’s and potential’s we should not… support him all left
there is.”

There
were some slumped shoulders.

The
council as a collective had come to care for the isolated, sharp
spoken young man that had been prodded like a beast in a cage for far
too much without them realizing just how badly things were going.

To
figure out just how far gone Obi-Wan was in the middle of a war was…
not exactly ideal.

“…Then
we have to keep on trying.” Plo settled on, standing with a heavy
sigh.

Nodding,
the rest of the council followed suit, those not on Coruscant
offering their best before terminating the holo to return to their
tasks.

All
of them sent their best wishes to Obi-Wan, hoping that he would reach
out to someone,
anyone.

That
he would thaw ever so slightly.

I really like where you are going with distant pain. Could you show the council discussing obi-wan and what led to this point. I also would love to see qui-gon actually taking responsilbility for his actions and having his justifications fail. Thank you for another wonderful story

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Sitting
quietly as the holo shut off, the council glanced at each other for
several long moments until Depa finally leaned forward with a deep
sigh. “He does look better, I have to admit that so this idea might
not have been the silliest we’ve done.” She settled on in a quiet
voice.

Adi
just grunted, rubbing over her sore, tired eyes, knowing it wouldn’t
help but unable not to provide some temporarily provided relief for
it. “We’ve done a lot of stupid things when it comes to Kenobi
and we know it.” She muttered grumpily.

Sighing
deeply, fingers still tented, Plo stared at the display still though
one could debate if his eyes weren’t focused on the window since
his googles hid his direct line of sight. “I’m not sure it has so
much to do with Qui-Gon in his life again than the troopers I will
admit. Obi-Wan has always been stubborn and he’s built quite the
wall around himself to keep that which he considers bad for him out.”
The kel dor stated quietly.

Yoda’s
ears twitched at that before the grandmaster leaned forward in his
seat. “Regardless which it is, progress it also has been. Worried
for him I am,” The old man croaked out quietly, wizened face drawn
in concern. “Threading a fine line Obi-Wan is doing.”

There
was a round of grumbling, from both physically present members and
the holo forms of the ones not on Coruscant.

“We
should never had made him one of our shadows and black ops agents.”
Shaak said heavily as she leaned back in her chair on Kamino. The
council had known that Obi-Wan was already in a delicate state thanks
to Qui-Gon after the whole Naboo ordeal, not to mention whatever other ordeal
was hidden in their past as this could not only be about Naboo and young Skywalker.

Making
him an agent however so soon after the trauma of Naboo?

No,
that had been a bad bet on their part, regardless how successful
Obi-Wan’s missions were.

Mace
grunted, standing and pressing his hands to the back until it popped.
“Who else did we have to make into a shadow than the man who
defeated the first Sith in century?
To have up close and personal contact with one regardless how limited
it is,” Mace murmured darkly while moving closer to the holo
display, clearly needing to move as his bones popped with each step.
“We may have meet darksiders before but nothing like a Sith has
been seen in a century and to have ones focus on you… the pressure
of a darksider is wholly unexpected, I still can’t understand how
Kenobi did it.” He breathed out heavily.

For
a moment no one said anything as the sounds from the outside filled
the chamber, the wind and the skycars despite how well isolated the
tower was.

In
utter silence some noise always came through.

“…Will
he still jump?” Depa finally asked what they were all thinking, all
of them turning to Yoda.

The
troll’s ears twitched and he closed his eyes, long claws twitching
on his cane for several seconds before opening his eyes and shaking
his head. “Uncertain the future is, uncertain Obi-Wan’s path has
been for far too long and too entwined in this war we are… relay on
maybe’s and potential’s we should not… support him all left
there is.”

There
were some slumped shoulders.

The
council as a collective had come to care for the isolated, sharp
spoken young man that had been prodded like a beast in a cage for far
too much without them realizing just how badly things were going.

To
figure out just how far gone Obi-Wan was in the middle of a war was…
not exactly ideal.

“…Then
we have to keep on trying.” Plo settled on, standing with a heavy
sigh.

Nodding,
the rest of the council followed suit, those not on Coruscant
offering their best before terminating the holo to return to their
tasks.

All
of them sent their best wishes to Obi-Wan, hoping that he would reach
out to someone,
anyone.

That
he would thaw ever so slightly.

Distant pain, the clones all agree to just adopt Obi-Wan as an official brother/vod, and they realize that he does need affection, so they make sure to provide that to their tiny redheaded brother. They love their Jedi Generals, of course, but when it comes to Obi-Wan, they can kark off. Obi-Wan wasn’t like the Jedi. He was forged to fight, just like the vod. the no attachment rule shouldn’t apply to him!

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Allowing
the small creature to scamper into his lap and sniff at the meat
currently grilling over the open fire, Obi-Wan smiled
slightly at the little lupine creature even as Cotton chittered in
distaste and curled up more around the Jedi’s neck, laying her
claim on her human quite apparent.

Of
course the lupine creature didn’t care that as he chewed on the
grilled meat and then licked at Obi-Wan’s fingers, causing the
redheaded Jedi to chuckle softly.

Honestly,
in the light of the fire he looked softer than ever compared to his usual hard look, content as he
stroked red fur slowly and scratched behind black rimmed ears that as
the canine relaxed into his lap.

“So
we’re in agreement?” Cody murmured quietly to Rex.

Nodding
slowly, Rex crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against
the shuttle. “It won’t be official until we bring it up with the
other in command of course but yeah, I agree. We’re adopting him
in, he’s a vod just like Zuru says.” The blond clone agreed with
a hum.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t like other Jedi.

Or
well he was, kind of.

But
Obi-Wan was battle breed, just like the troopers, coming out of their
tubes and going right into training, knowing they were going to be an
army, go to war.

And
Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan
was the same, he’d seen the underbelly of it, didn’t put it on
the shelf or try to hide it behind a serene expression.

Obi-Wan
was grim in battle and hit the ground running, ready to raise hell
and bring fire to the enemy.

Just
like the troopers were.

No
Obi-Wan might be a Jedi and he was Zuru’s Jedi… but he was also a
vod now to the 212th
and the 501st
and if they had their way, he’d be a vod to the rest of the army
too.

Because
Obi-Wan had the same trait as every Jedi showed off.

That
reckless behavior that would lead to their death.

Well
that meant that the troopers would have to look out for him like they did their own reckless or injured vod,
especially since General Obi-Wan Kenobi did not have a group of
troopers assigned to him who would watch his steps, Obi-Wan only had
Zuru.

Zuru
of course was clearly doing his best but…

Well
Jedi were insane at the best of times, looking out for one alone was
the task for an entire army frankly so they’d be happy to adopt
Obi-Wan as one of their own and help Zuru look out for the jetti vod.

“I
say we try for Wolffe first,” Cody suggested, tapping his vambrace.
“Everyone knows how he is with General Koon, they have ‘Plo’s
bro’s’ painted as art onto ships. He might be the easiest to
convince if we could get Obi-Wan and Wolffe in the same room.” He
smirked a bit.

“…I
would fear they’d both evaporate form the sass.” Rex sniggered
quietly before reluctantly smiling as he watched several more reddish
colored canines make their way into Obi-Wan’s lap.

“…He’s
not all hardcore and destroyed is he?” Cody noted quietly as they
continued watching the light form the fire flickering softly over
Obi-Wan’s face as Zuru joined his Jedi at the small fire, the
trooper curiously touching one of the lupine creatures only to get
two crawl into his lap.

Shrugging
slightly, Rex scratched his jaw a bit. “I hear that sometimes
people can be so hurt that they build walls up around themselves,
around their hearts to try to distance the pain inside of them… and
you heard him, he’s said it himself, he’s ruined.” Rex noted
just as quietly as they watched Obi-Wan show Zuru how to scratch
under the chins of the little canines even as Rex took notice of
General Jinn glancing longingly in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Walls
around a heart to distance the pain.

Distance
oneself from what caused the pain.

‘Like
an old master who is suppose to look after one and maybe does it
wrong…’ Rex mused to himself even as he glanced worriedly at his
own General, watching Skywalker continue stare into the fire with a
barely touched tray beside him, knees tucked up against his chest.
Obi-Wan’s words had really struck deep cords and Rex wasn’t sure
what to feel about that.

Yet
he knew that Anakin Skywalker needed the reminders, he wasn’t blind
to his own General’s willful blindness at time or the arrogance.

Just
like Cody was not blind to Jinn’s casual dismissal of rules and
regulations.

Just
like Zuru was not blind to Obi-Wan’s ruthlessness that made him cruel at moments and his worrying
disregard for his own health and safety.

They
knew their Jedi.

This
was why the troopers took care of them, because Jedi were karking
worthless at taking care of themselves and could not be trusted with
their own health.

‘Good
thing they have us.’ Rex mused as Boil and Waxer dropped down by
Jinn, both working to distract the man while Fives approached
Skywalker with a pad Rex was certain contained shuttle information.

Five
minutes later both were firmly distracted by the troopers and Cody
and Rex exchanged small smiles.

Jedi
were crazy, they were reckless and a lot of time they could be
annoyingly arrogant… but they belonged to the vode.

They
were family.

Distant pain, the clones all agree to just adopt Obi-Wan as an official brother/vod, and they realize that he does need affection, so they make sure to provide that to their tiny redheaded brother. They love their Jedi Generals, of course, but when it comes to Obi-Wan, they can kark off. Obi-Wan wasn’t like the Jedi. He was forged to fight, just like the vod. the no attachment rule shouldn’t apply to him!

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Allowing
the small creature to scamper into his lap and sniff at the meat
currently grilling over the open fire, Obi-Wan smiled
slightly at the little lupine creature even as Cotton chittered in
distaste and curled up more around the Jedi’s neck, laying her
claim on her human quite apparent.

Of
course the lupine creature didn’t care that as he chewed on the
grilled meat and then licked at Obi-Wan’s fingers, causing the
redheaded Jedi to chuckle softly.

Honestly,
in the light of the fire he looked softer than ever compared to his usual hard look, content as he
stroked red fur slowly and scratched behind black rimmed ears that as
the canine relaxed into his lap.

“So
we’re in agreement?” Cody murmured quietly to Rex.

Nodding
slowly, Rex crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against
the shuttle. “It won’t be official until we bring it up with the
other in command of course but yeah, I agree. We’re adopting him
in, he’s a vod just like Zuru says.” The blond clone agreed with
a hum.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t like other Jedi.

Or
well he was, kind of.

But
Obi-Wan was battle breed, just like the troopers, coming out of their
tubes and going right into training, knowing they were going to be an
army, go to war.

And
Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan
was the same, he’d seen the underbelly of it, didn’t put it on
the shelf or try to hide it behind a serene expression.

Obi-Wan
was grim in battle and hit the ground running, ready to raise hell
and bring fire to the enemy.

Just
like the troopers were.

No
Obi-Wan might be a Jedi and he was Zuru’s Jedi… but he was also a
vod now to the 212th
and the 501st
and if they had their way, he’d be a vod to the rest of the army
too.

Because
Obi-Wan had the same trait as every Jedi showed off.

That
reckless behavior that would lead to their death.

Well
that meant that the troopers would have to look out for him like they did their own reckless or injured vod,
especially since General Obi-Wan Kenobi did not have a group of
troopers assigned to him who would watch his steps, Obi-Wan only had
Zuru.

Zuru
of course was clearly doing his best but…

Well
Jedi were insane at the best of times, looking out for one alone was
the task for an entire army frankly so they’d be happy to adopt
Obi-Wan as one of their own and help Zuru look out for the jetti vod.

“I
say we try for Wolffe first,” Cody suggested, tapping his vambrace.
“Everyone knows how he is with General Koon, they have ‘Plo’s
bro’s’ painted as art onto ships. He might be the easiest to
convince if we could get Obi-Wan and Wolffe in the same room.” He
smirked a bit.

“…I
would fear they’d both evaporate form the sass.” Rex sniggered
quietly before reluctantly smiling as he watched several more reddish
colored canines make their way into Obi-Wan’s lap.

“…He’s
not all hardcore and destroyed is he?” Cody noted quietly as they
continued watching the light form the fire flickering softly over
Obi-Wan’s face as Zuru joined his Jedi at the small fire, the
trooper curiously touching one of the lupine creatures only to get
two crawl into his lap.

Shrugging
slightly, Rex scratched his jaw a bit. “I hear that sometimes
people can be so hurt that they build walls up around themselves,
around their hearts to try to distance the pain inside of them… and
you heard him, he’s said it himself, he’s ruined.” Rex noted
just as quietly as they watched Obi-Wan show Zuru how to scratch
under the chins of the little canines even as Rex took notice of
General Jinn glancing longingly in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Walls
around a heart to distance the pain.

Distance
oneself from what caused the pain.

‘Like
an old master who is suppose to look after one and maybe does it
wrong…’ Rex mused to himself even as he glanced worriedly at his
own General, watching Skywalker continue stare into the fire with a
barely touched tray beside him, knees tucked up against his chest.
Obi-Wan’s words had really struck deep cords and Rex wasn’t sure
what to feel about that.

Yet
he knew that Anakin Skywalker needed the reminders, he wasn’t blind
to his own General’s willful blindness at time or the arrogance.

Just
like Cody was not blind to Jinn’s casual dismissal of rules and
regulations.

Just
like Zuru was not blind to Obi-Wan’s ruthlessness that made him cruel at moments and his worrying
disregard for his own health and safety.

They
knew their Jedi.

This
was why the troopers took care of them, because Jedi were karking
worthless at taking care of themselves and could not be trusted with
their own health.

‘Good
thing they have us.’ Rex mused as Boil and Waxer dropped down by
Jinn, both working to distract the man while Fives approached
Skywalker with a pad Rex was certain contained shuttle information.

Five
minutes later both were firmly distracted by the troopers and Cody
and Rex exchanged small smiles.

Jedi
were crazy, they were reckless and a lot of time they could be
annoyingly arrogant… but they belonged to the vode.

They
were family.

Hi, Moddy! Distant pain is really interesting. Can we know more about why the council is changing the types of missions Obi-wan and Zuru are going on! Thank you for all your wonderful stories!

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Settling
down beside his General, Zuru yawned and scratched his nose before
glaring down at the tray of breakfast. “So run by me again what you
meant that our missions are going to change?” He questioned,
glancing tiredly at the other man.

Lifting
the fork to eye the overcooked meat at the end of it, Obi-Wan let out
a low hum. “We have been a seek and destroy unit of two since the
start of the war when I was sworn in on the council though I was
rarely on Coruscant to sit in the damn chair. But with the way the
rest of the council members are behaving I get the feeling those
missions are going to be changed.” Obi-Wan finally put the meat in
his mouth and chewed, grimacing a bit before shrugging.

He
had eaten worse.

Taking
a bite out of the luckily soft bun, Zuru tapped his fingers on the
table. “Which means?”

“Publicly
sanctioned missions, suitable for the common people to know and
understand,” Obi-Wan took a bite of his own bun. “No
more off the grid behavior and murder pretty much so white board
missions. No more black ops.” He shrugged and peered at the pilot.

Huffing
in understanding, Zuru nodded. “I see, this is going to mean we’re
going to be returning to Coruscant more doesn’t it?” He
questioned with distaste. He really did not like Coruscant, all those
politicians everywhere that made faces at the slums of Coruscant
while
pretending they were among the people causing it by not granting
credits in restoration.

And
the war was making it worse he knew, having heard from Senator
Amidala while watching the Senate report holo with Obi-Wan that water
and power regularly went out in the worst districts. He would bet his
hands that there were areas that didn’t have power at all.

“Why
are they changing our missions?” Zuru whined, uncaring who heard.

He
liked the solo missions!

“Because
I’m a broken piece of shit Jedi whose utterly insane and apparently
now the other councilors want to fix me.” Obi-Wan said cheerfully.

Pausing
in grabbing his water, Zuru ogled at Obi-Wan, opening his mouth and
then closing it again while raising his brows, eyes wide.

“They
did not outright say that,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at Zuru. “But
that’s the implication. I’m becoming too much so they need to
reign me in and now they want to ‘fix’ me after all the things
they had me do that has driven me forward.” He grunted a bit,
settling his elbows on the table to rest his head on his folded
hands.

Blinking,
Zuru scratched at his nose before shaking his head. “Well okay,
that’s going to be a change in pace at least.” He said weakly,
not sure what else to say.

He
couldn’t exactly argue that his Jedi wasn’t a bit broken or
insane, the latter he told the man regularly after all. But it was
odd to hear it from the man himself and to find that there was
finally consequences for all of the man’s downright suicidal and
traumatizing behavior he put himself through.

He
looked up smiled weakly when he saw Obi-Wan smirking at him. “Well,
they aren’t really wrong. You could do with a bit more socializing
with others.” Zuru said.

“Like
a toddler, in need of social interaction.” Obi-Wan
pointed out dryly before chuckling when Zuru coughed into his arm
crook, the pilot trying to hide his rather obvious grin.

Around
them the others also tried to hide their own laugh.

Honestly?

Obi-Wan
felt more like another vode than a Jedi at this point, his wry sense
of humor and sarcasm making him fit quite well in with how effective
he proved to be.

And
it also helped he seemed to genuinely care for clones.

Hi, Moddy! Distant pain is really interesting. Can we know more about why the council is changing the types of missions Obi-wan and Zuru are going on! Thank you for all your wonderful stories!

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Settling
down beside his General, Zuru yawned and scratched his nose before
glaring down at the tray of breakfast. “So run by me again what you
meant that our missions are going to change?” He questioned,
glancing tiredly at the other man.

Lifting
the fork to eye the overcooked meat at the end of it, Obi-Wan let out
a low hum. “We have been a seek and destroy unit of two since the
start of the war when I was sworn in on the council though I was
rarely on Coruscant to sit in the damn chair. But with the way the
rest of the council members are behaving I get the feeling those
missions are going to be changed.” Obi-Wan finally put the meat in
his mouth and chewed, grimacing a bit before shrugging.

He
had eaten worse.

Taking
a bite out of the luckily soft bun, Zuru tapped his fingers on the
table. “Which means?”

“Publicly
sanctioned missions, suitable for the common people to know and
understand,” Obi-Wan took a bite of his own bun. “No
more off the grid behavior and murder pretty much so white board
missions. No more black ops.” He shrugged and peered at the pilot.

Huffing
in understanding, Zuru nodded. “I see, this is going to mean we’re
going to be returning to Coruscant more doesn’t it?” He
questioned with distaste. He really did not like Coruscant, all those
politicians everywhere that made faces at the slums of Coruscant
while
pretending they were among the people causing it by not granting
credits in restoration.

And
the war was making it worse he knew, having heard from Senator
Amidala while watching the Senate report holo with Obi-Wan that water
and power regularly went out in the worst districts. He would bet his
hands that there were areas that didn’t have power at all.

“Why
are they changing our missions?” Zuru whined, uncaring who heard.

He
liked the solo missions!

“Because
I’m a broken piece of shit Jedi whose utterly insane and apparently
now the other councilors want to fix me.” Obi-Wan said cheerfully.

Pausing
in grabbing his water, Zuru ogled at Obi-Wan, opening his mouth and
then closing it again while raising his brows, eyes wide.

“They
did not outright say that,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at Zuru. “But
that’s the implication. I’m becoming too much so they need to
reign me in and now they want to ‘fix’ me after all the things
they had me do that has driven me forward.” He grunted a bit,
settling his elbows on the table to rest his head on his folded
hands.

Blinking,
Zuru scratched at his nose before shaking his head. “Well okay,
that’s going to be a change in pace at least.” He said weakly,
not sure what else to say.

He
couldn’t exactly argue that his Jedi wasn’t a bit broken or
insane, the latter he told the man regularly after all. But it was
odd to hear it from the man himself and to find that there was
finally consequences for all of the man’s downright suicidal and
traumatizing behavior he put himself through.

He
looked up smiled weakly when he saw Obi-Wan smirking at him. “Well,
they aren’t really wrong. You could do with a bit more socializing
with others.” Zuru said.

“Like
a toddler, in need of social interaction.” Obi-Wan
pointed out dryly before chuckling when Zuru coughed into his arm
crook, the pilot trying to hide his rather obvious grin.

Around
them the others also tried to hide their own laugh.

Honestly?

Obi-Wan
felt more like another vode than a Jedi at this point, his wry sense
of humor and sarcasm making him fit quite well in with how effective
he proved to be.

And
it also helped he seemed to genuinely care for clones.

hi, I know you probably have a lot of prompts but i was wondering if you had one for distant pain? maybe something about how the clones, maybe the 212th, because they are my favorite and I’m weak, react to the new kenobi? I also just want to thank you for writing this fic so much, I really love it:) as well as basically anything you write with Cody in it. thank you so much!

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Lifting
his head from the machine, Zuru blinked at his vode while trying not
to glance to the inside of the ship. “I’m sorry?” He
questioned, wondering if he heard right.

“Your
General, he’s kind of a hardass isn’t he?” Longshot repeated, a
wide grin on his face as Fives and Echo nodded eagerly. “We all
heard him calling General Skywalker on the carpet even if they don’t
know it.” He
chuckled a bit, there was no secret when it came to Jedi among the
troopers honestly.

Once
more Zuru resisted the urge to glance towards the open door of the
shuttle as he instead settled his tool down and picked up his oil rag
instead, wiping his hands slowly. “Well yeah, General Kenobi has
always been a hardass,” He paused a bit before glancing at the
older vode. “To those who deserve it because as I understand,
General Skywalker is a good General and tries to be a good Jedi but
he kind of karks up a lot and pulls a lot of osik.” He shrugged a
bit, hoping he wasn’t overstepping his bounds.

He
knew where he stood when it came to his own Jedi but speaking to
other vode about their
Jedi?

Could
be risky as all heck.

Luckily
Fives and Echo just laughed. “Yeah, he’s a bit unstable, we know
that,” Fives agreed with a grin before going serious. “But he’s
our
General.” He added.

Holding
up his hands, rag held in one, Zuru nodded. “I know, that’s why I
didn’t say anything too much…” He knew better than to do that
honestly. Vode were protective of their
Jedi, even if they were crazy as all hells. Sithspit be damned, his
own was as crazy as a fyrnock with its limb in a trap as daylight was
approaching

“Eh,
Jinn’s as about as crazy in his own way but
Kenobi seems to be as crazy as he is a hardass,”
Longshot scratched idly at his chin, looking musingly at the engine.
“Also
you
might want to trade the Irissa carburetor out for a Nisser one, its
stronger and holds up better if you and General Kenobi do the search
and retrieve missions often.”

Opening
his mouth to argue, Zuru’s mouth snapped shut as there was a little
chirrup as Obi-Wan stepped out of the shuttle finally, a small smirk
on his lips as he wiped his own hands on a rag similar to Zuru. “See,
I’ve told him that a few eighteen times already but damn if he will
listen to me.” He drawled, pretending he didn’t see the suddenly
tense troopers.

“And
I told you General,” Zuru leveled a finger at the redhead, eyes
narrowed. “The Irissa is faster
but also louder,
the Nisser may be a few seconds slower but its more silent which is
perfect for our regular missions as we generally go in under cover
and during the dark.” He huffed and dropped his rag onto his tool
tray.

Snorting
a bit as Cotton raised her head from around her humans neck where she
was pretending to be a shawl and nuzzled at his ear, Obi-Wan came
over and dropped his own rag onto the tray. “Yes our usual ones but
we may no longer be having those missions if I understand my fellow
council members right which will mean different kinds and a quicker
ship and engine may be required.” He pointed out.

Exchanging
glances, the three other troopers slowly
relaxed.

“Um,
sir about our commen-” Echo started slowly, not wanting his
brothers to get into problems.

“Eh,”
Obi-Wan broke in, shrugging while sticking his thumbs into his belt.
“Don’t sweat it, you’re right. I’m about as crazy as they
come and I willingly admit it.” He smirked at them before
snorting again as Cotton nipped at his earlobe. “Yes, yes, fine
little one. We’ll go find you some bugs.” He chuckled, heading
off towards the forest line.

The
four troopers watched him go until he disappeared and then Zuru
finally turned to the others with a vague
grin. “He may be as crazy as a fyrnock in the sun but he’s also
cool.”  He winked, gaining laugh from the others.

hi, I know you probably have a lot of prompts but i was wondering if you had one for distant pain? maybe something about how the clones, maybe the 212th, because they are my favorite and I’m weak, react to the new kenobi? I also just want to thank you for writing this fic so much, I really love it:) as well as basically anything you write with Cody in it. thank you so much!

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Lifting
his head from the machine, Zuru blinked at his vode while trying not
to glance to the inside of the ship. “I’m sorry?” He
questioned, wondering if he heard right.

“Your
General, he’s kind of a hardass isn’t he?” Longshot repeated, a
wide grin on his face as Fives and Echo nodded eagerly. “We all
heard him calling General Skywalker on the carpet even if they don’t
know it.” He
chuckled a bit, there was no secret when it came to Jedi among the
troopers honestly.

Once
more Zuru resisted the urge to glance towards the open door of the
shuttle as he instead settled his tool down and picked up his oil rag
instead, wiping his hands slowly. “Well yeah, General Kenobi has
always been a hardass,” He paused a bit before glancing at the
older vode. “To those who deserve it because as I understand,
General Skywalker is a good General and tries to be a good Jedi but
he kind of karks up a lot and pulls a lot of osik.” He shrugged a
bit, hoping he wasn’t overstepping his bounds.

He
knew where he stood when it came to his own Jedi but speaking to
other vode about their
Jedi?

Could
be risky as all heck.

Luckily
Fives and Echo just laughed. “Yeah, he’s a bit unstable, we know
that,” Fives agreed with a grin before going serious. “But he’s
our
General.” He added.

Holding
up his hands, rag held in one, Zuru nodded. “I know, that’s why I
didn’t say anything too much…” He knew better than to do that
honestly. Vode were protective of their
Jedi, even if they were crazy as all hells. Sithspit be damned, his
own was as crazy as a fyrnock with its limb in a trap as daylight was
approaching

“Eh,
Jinn’s as about as crazy in his own way but
Kenobi seems to be as crazy as he is a hardass,”
Longshot scratched idly at his chin, looking musingly at the engine.
“Also
you
might want to trade the Irissa carburetor out for a Nisser one, its
stronger and holds up better if you and General Kenobi do the search
and retrieve missions often.”

Opening
his mouth to argue, Zuru’s mouth snapped shut as there was a little
chirrup as Obi-Wan stepped out of the shuttle finally, a small smirk
on his lips as he wiped his own hands on a rag similar to Zuru. “See,
I’ve told him that a few eighteen times already but damn if he will
listen to me.” He drawled, pretending he didn’t see the suddenly
tense troopers.

“And
I told you General,” Zuru leveled a finger at the redhead, eyes
narrowed. “The Irissa is faster
but also louder,
the Nisser may be a few seconds slower but its more silent which is
perfect for our regular missions as we generally go in under cover
and during the dark.” He huffed and dropped his rag onto his tool
tray.

Snorting
a bit as Cotton raised her head from around her humans neck where she
was pretending to be a shawl and nuzzled at his ear, Obi-Wan came
over and dropped his own rag onto the tray. “Yes our usual ones but
we may no longer be having those missions if I understand my fellow
council members right which will mean different kinds and a quicker
ship and engine may be required.” He pointed out.

Exchanging
glances, the three other troopers slowly
relaxed.

“Um,
sir about our commen-” Echo started slowly, not wanting his
brothers to get into problems.

“Eh,”
Obi-Wan broke in, shrugging while sticking his thumbs into his belt.
“Don’t sweat it, you’re right. I’m about as crazy as they
come and I willingly admit it.” He smirked at them before
snorting again as Cotton nipped at his earlobe. “Yes, yes, fine
little one. We’ll go find you some bugs.” He chuckled, heading
off towards the forest line.

The
four troopers watched him go until he disappeared and then Zuru
finally turned to the others with a vague
grin. “He may be as crazy as a fyrnock in the sun but he’s also
cool.”  He winked, gaining laugh from the others.

#Distantpain Since Obi Wan really doesn’t care and believes that Anakin’s arrogance is going to be the end of him. He tells Anakin that he knows about his marriage and precisely what he and the rest of the council think about it. I’ve always thought of him as a more’I am insulting you you just don’t realise it’person,he just can’t bother with Qui Gon and Anakin. So him profusely killing a delegate on a mission where he is still forced with Qui and Ani with his remarks but no one picks up on it.

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Snapping open his eyes, Obi-Wan
glared at the blond. “Open your mouth and say something about the
chancellor in his defense and I swear, I will throw you over the old
fool we share as a master.” He hissed out.

Normally
he would be milder but the damn brat had barged into his tent,
disturbing his meditation and he had woken Cotton, the dragon
chirping in anger at Anakin from the pillow of Obi-Wan’s bed.

Obviously
not expecting the outright hostility, Anakin jerked back in surprise
before growling back, back straight and shoulders tense as he tried
to loom over Obi-Wan and intimidate him.

Obi-Wan
had gone toe to toe with much more dangerous foes than Skywalker, who
was honestly a pup with too big teeth and no clue what he could do
and felt no fear for the man. Only continued glaring at him.
“Honestly Skywalker, you’d think you’d know better than to
march into a council members tent. Considering what we know.” He
stood from his medication pose, narrowing his eyes.

“What
you kn-”

Cutting
in with a bark of laugh that held no amusement, Obi-Wan crossed his
arms over his chest with a dark smirk. “You really think we don’t
know what you do Skywalker?  The only reason we are letting you run
off with Senator Amidala is that we need every Jedi right now, though
I would hardly call you a Jedi with the way you break the code and
your vow even before you became a knight.” He sneered at the other.

The
sun tanned man went pale as a sheet, rocking back on his heels as if
slapped.

“Not
to mention,” Obi-Wan said darkly, moving closer. “The massacre of
all those Tuskens. Your arrogance grows in leaps and bounds thanks to
the Chancellor and we have our eyes on you because as kind as you can
be, you’re also dangerous as few can be.” He hissed.

“I-I
don’t know what you-” Anakin stuttered out.

“Oh
please,” Obi-Wan snorted deeply. “You can stand there and deny,
we have no proof of the latter to show anyone and therefor no justice
since Tatooine is outside the Republic but we still know and we still
watch. You killed people, people who were wrong yes but still you
made yourself their judge, jury and executioner,”
Obi-Wan grunted taking a step closer to Anakin. “You attacked
people who were fleeing, all because you were in a rage, you soiled
your saber by murdering in revenge and yet here you still stand, the
‘proud’ Jedi knight, the hero with no ‘fear’.” He said
mockingly. “But we both know that’s wrong and so does the
council… stay out of my path Skywalker, you clearly don’t know
what it means to be a Jedi and don’t want to change to be one.”
He growled.

“Says
the one called the dark hand of the council and the genocider!”
Anakin finally
snapped out, his face turning red.

Obi-Wan
just laughed. “You think that hurts me?” He moved closer to
Anakin, standing right in front of him with green eyes sparkling. “I
know what I am but I gave everyone a choice. Did you give the Tuskens
a choice? Did you ask them ‘leave, if you leave I won’t harm
you?’” He cooed mockingly.

Anakin
gritted his teeth.

“I
did,” Obi-Wan whispered coldly, his face turning to ice. “I gave
each of them a choice. Leave. Go away. Don’t attack me. Take the
escape pods.” He moved back to the bed and sat down on it instead
of the floor, knowing there would be no meditation now.

“…And
the genocider?” Anakin grunted, desperately seeking some kind of
upper hand.

Icy
green eyes stared at him, Obi-Wan shifting his elbows to his knees
while folding his hands together. “…No cure. One village
infected, everyone carrying the strain of plague with all of them
going insane from the pain in their body. Bleeding from every
orifice, screaming as their skin alternated between boiling and
freezing. I went in alone with my saber left with the government…
and I came out alone. That’s what he was speaking about.”

Anakin
stared at him, no word escaping his open mouth.

Obi-Wan
smirked humorlessly. “The Senate and the Chancellor personally
wrote down signatures on that mission, your ‘friend’ Chancellor
Palpatine was fully aware of it… so please, don’t think you have
any gain here. Go sleep, we have a battle tomorrow.” He finally
said quiet, feeling a deep exhaustion setting into his bones as the
memory of screams and scorching fires opened in his mind.

The
blond said nothing, stared at him before slowly turning and heading
back out, leaving Obi-Wan to the fires of his mind.