Dogma

Distantpain!! This is the Obi I need in my life. And I need to see him keep being a badass Jedi calling people out and deserving of all the clone love

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Stepping into camp, Obi-Wan watched the faint dot of Slave 1 making its way into the atmosphere, calmly stroking Cotton’s head as he pursed his lips thoughtfully, the breeze ruffling his hair and the trees around the camp creaking almost ominously.

Talking with Jango had been… interesting.

Draining if Obi-Wan was honest, but hopefully his play at the galaxy’s fate would work.

The seeds were now sown and all Obi-Wan would have to do was to wait. Jango Fett was the child of farmers and the child of a Mand’alor, vengeance and rage had been sown into him by the Kyr’stad with the help of the Jedi, his farmer parents had nurtured his kindness that had almost died and Jaster Mereel had nurtured his honor and his battle prowess.

Life had tempered everything else.

All Obi-Wan would have to do now was wait for that mix to come to a conclusion now that he had watered those withered galek sprouts that would become mighty trees.

‘…Ugh, when did I become poetic?’ Obi-Wan grimaced a tad and continued moving into camp, waving as a few troopers stopped to greet him. They had obviously noticed him leaving but respected him enough to not follow him.

It was something he was grateful for if he was actually honest once in a while, having worked with too many assholes and imbeciles throughout his years.

Not all Jedi understood it when the need for secrecy was great and he certainly had no trust in Jinn or Skywalker to be secretive. Hell, if Jango Fett had been known to them, Jinn at least would flap his mouth at the rest of the council while Skywalker…

‘Its like having a damn mole in the temple, always opening his mouth to the Chancellor, as if he is required to know the internal workings of our temple.’ Obi-Wan’s lips twisted with disgust, glancing to where Skywalker and Tano were now laying in the grass, the older laughing at his padawan.

Obi-Wan froze a tad, watching as he gently patted Tano on the head, the girl grinning brightly back at him while flapping her hands playfully.

‘…Did I ever smile like that at Jinn?’ The redhead couldn’t help but wonder as Cotton chittered softly at him, rubbing her cheek to his, recognizing her human’s mood even as his face remain impassive.

He couldn’t remember being that free and happy looking around Jinn, not really.

There was always something holding him back, even as he played jokes and laughed at his master.

Always this aura of never being enough.

No, he didn’t think he had ever been that comfortable with Jinn, not like how Tano was with her master clearly. It almost made him envious.

Almost.

Turning on his heel, Obi-Wan made his way to the mess tent instead of towards his own tent.

He needed something to do and the troopers in the kitchen were always happy for a pair of extra hands, it would serve as moving meditation. And the aura of the troopers around him always served to relax Obi-Wan.

He knew that Dogma and Zuru would be informed of where he was, so no need to tell them.

They would show up, likely with a cup of tea for him and their own hands to help the kitchen. ‘And some wonder why I like the vode so much… hardworking, loyal and warm in the Force, how can I be anything but happy to see them in return, when you always know what they want from you… and won’t abuse your trust.’

Pushing the tent flap out of the way, Obi-Wan let a small smile cross his lips as Wooley from 212th called out to him in greeting, the 212th apparently on kitchen duty for the day. ‘How can I do anything but trust these men, who deserve freedom.’ He lifted his own hand in greeting and padded between rows of tables and benches, heading into the kitchen to help.

The instant the soft conversation washed over him as he accepted a knife to start peeling vegetables and cutting them, Obi-Wan felt his shoulders lower as he started relaxing. There was nowhere he would like to be than right here, surrounded by vode.

‘After the war… maybe I could go with them, wherever they go?’ Obi-Wan mused as he got to work on a rutabega, smiling as he heard Zuru and Dogma scuttle in and get delegated to their own stations around him. ‘I’d like that…’

I finally caught up on Distant Pain and I noticed that Rex mentioned Ahsoka when the clones were talking about their generals doing dangerous stuff. Has Obi-Wan met her yet or is Anakin kinda hiding her from him?

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Pausing, Obi-Wan raised his brow at Dogma. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” He questioned slowly.

Shifting, the trooper in black and silver glanced at his fellow trooper then back to Obi-Wan. “Commander Tano is on route to meet us, she’s the padawan of General Skywalker. She’ll be here in less than two days.” Dogma repeated, looking uncertainly at Obi-Wan’s stone face.

Of course, Obi-Wan was quite aware that padawan’s were in the war efforts.

Hell, he had been part of the council when they voted on allowing the padawans onto the battlefield and how young they could be.

Ahsoka Tano was fifteen years old.

Despite not meeting with them, Obi-Wan was also aware of his lineage, who joined them.

She only recently turned fifteen.

From the way Dogma spoke, not only had he met the young padawan but this was not the first time she had been on a battlefield.

He took a deep breath, sitting back in the creaky chair in his tent, pausing all his data work as he set his pad down on the equally creaky table he had. “Are you telling me that Anakin Skywalker is allowing his young padawan onto the battlefield, the most active battlefields in the entire war?” He questioned blankly.

Dogma slowly nodded, even as Zuru shifted beside him, both equally uncertain clearly. “Since she became his padawan, yes sir. General Yoda sent her to him, General Jinn thought she was going to be his padawan.” Dogma explained, though he didn’t seem familiar with the situation.

Second-hand information from one of his vode then.

Obi-Wan stared at him before slowly getting up and moving to pick up his sparring droid case. “Right, I’m gonna… I need to work out some aggression now.” He stated crisply, lips pulled into a taut, white line.

Both troopers parted, allowing Obi-Wan past them and out of the tent, the Jedi marching past several vode as he made his way over to an empty area for sparring, his mind whirling with the information he had just gained.

Not only was a padawan under the age of seventeen, as was the majority for togrutas, being regularly deployed to the worst of the war zones in this war by her master, but also with the full knowledge and permission of the grandmaster of the Jedi order.

Obi-Wan’s great grandmaster.

Dropping the case, Obi-Wan kicked it so hard he felt like his toes were going to break, his anger getting the better of him.

Even as he lunged at the droid, he could feel Zuru and Dogma’s concern bouncing of his shields, could feel the attention of the camp slowly turn towards him as the noises started echoing, could feel Jinn suddenly being there.

And with him, Skywalker.

Obi-Wan’s carefully shuttled anger grew again and he let out a deep snarl at the injustices the latter reminded him of.

Their padawans shouldn’t be out in these fields, at all, but at the very least their youngest, the ones below their majority, should never be in the worst battlefields.

Obi-Wan’s grandmaster had allowed such a thing and Obi-Wan felt like tearing his hair out as he worked with his emotions.

The myth of Jedi not feeling anger, rage or even wrath was something he didn’t understood but if anyone had seen Obi-Wan at that moment, they would have that notion removed.

Because Obi-Wan was angry, angrier than he had ever been before in his life.

But he was also working through it.

‘Feel it, taste it but don’t let it control you,’ He reminded himself firmly, teeth gritted as he dodged the swing of a metal arm and lashed out with his leg. ‘I am stronger than my rage, I am better than my wrath. I am in control, not it.’

if you’re still doing distant pain, could we see more stories from obi-wan’s black ops missions/obi-wan being completely reckless and how the clones react to that? maybe some angst from obi-wan worrying he’s not enough for others after qui gon gave him up?? you’re an amazing writer!!!

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Gingerly taking a step while holding onto Dogma’s arm, Obi-Wan let out a low groan as it pulled on tender healed skin as his foggy head finally started pushing blood in the right directions. “Shitty titty… blasted naked besalisk, fucking six titted-aaaah.” He grumbled deeply and paused, ignoring both Rex and Cody giving him bemused look and Dogma’s vaguely horrified one.

Zuru was just too used to his General’s behavior to take notice of the cursing and the rather… uniqueness of it. Which was why he was just sitting cross legged on Obi-Wan’s bed, watching closely as Obi-Wan tryingly started walking around after hanging upside down.

“Next time I see Dooku, I’m shoving my lightsaber up his arse.” Obi-Wan growled before carefully pulling away from Dogma’s arm and moving on his own, breathing out heavily as it still made his head feel a bit faint.

But he felt better as he moved, healing skin stretching nicely after the bacta had healed it even if it was sore along with his head.

“Where in galaxy have you seen six tits?” Rex couldn’t finally help but ask, scratching at his blond fuzz.

“Ever seen a naked jawa?” Obi-Wan bounced back, moving between the beds with stronger and stronger steps, ignoring how the rest of the tent paused at the reply.

Dogma gained a more obviously horrified look, echoed by both Rex and Cody, Helix squinting thoughtfully at the ceiling of the tent.

“Okay, hold up, you’ve seen a naked Jawa?” Zuru blinked at him. No one saw a naked jawa, they didn’t undress in front of outsiders from what people could tell and they got really territorial and angry if you tried to pull their hoods down.

“More like stripped it, I had to find my lightsaber somehow, little weasel thought I didn’t notice he stole it.” Obi-Wan grumbled as he paused and carefully stretched. All the bed laying and coddling had left him feeling stiff but thankfully the medics were willing to let him up now.

He ignored the disturbed and shocked looks of the troopers around him as he continued lightly stretching.

People didn’t just undress jawas after all but that was what Obi-Wan had been required to do, to get his lightsaber back.

Finally finished stretching, Obi-Wan turned and gave Zuru an expectant look.

The pilot, attuned as he was to Obi-Wan’s behavior, simply shook his head and threw him a black pouch.

Grinning happily, Obi-Wan made his way over to the mirror, set the black pouch onto the closest surface and fished out a tube of hair mousse from his products.

Quietly, most of the troopers watched Obi-Wan rub the hair product between his hands and run it through his hair, working it up into the faux mohawk he normally sported. “To be fair, I couldn’t have the little bastard open the case, if it found out I had a lightsaber, I’d either have to do some fast talking to convince the mandalorians I was with that I killed a Jedi or flee, compromising my mission.” He drawled slightly.

Perking up, Cody tilted his head. “Mandalorians? You worked with some?” He asked curiously, a tad hopefully. Obi-Wan had come to learn that a lot of the vode liked to assimilate mandalorian culture into their own.

Not really a shock, their progenitor was after all one, had hired many mandalorian teachers that taught the initial troopers and those later on had taught their own brothers.

The blood of true Mandalore flowed through the clones, regardless what kind of complicated view the other mandalorians had on them.

“Spied on them,” Obi-Wan corrected easily, not letting his thoughts escape, tilting his head back and forth before reaching into the bag again for a can of spray. “Death Watch, they’re officially listed as terrorists organization, even by the Republic despite staying on Mandalore most of the time but most consider them a ‘bygone’ threat.” Obi-Wan’s lips pulled into a sneer, alerting everyone what he thought of that decision.

“So you were spying on them to…what?” Rex questioned curiously.

“Correction, I was fucking the leader for information,” Obi-Wan smirked to himself, ignoring the aghast expressions in the mirror. Pre Vizla had been an easy mark for him and chatty once in bed. “To be fair, flash a bit of stewjoni blood at a true mandalorian and they kinda lose their mind, tack in the fact that I could fight and am decently attractive, especially back at twenty five, piece of cake infiltration really.” He chuckled quietly.

Before someone could respond to that, another person spoke up, clearly horrified. “Did the council send you on honeypot missions after you left me?” A strangled voice from the front of the tent question and Obi-Wan paused, turning his head to look at Qui-Gon.

He narrowed his eyes faintly before shrugging. “We do ours for the cause, Deatch Watch leader is a man of convictions with little morals and I knew my duty. Getting him to talk was difficult. So yes.” He turned back, spraying his hair so it would hold the mohawk shape.

Was he proud of that part of his missions repertoire?

No. Had it been necessary to get Pre Vizla talking?

Yes.

Obi-Wan knew that his information had at least helped keep Death Watch from abducting more children and kept them from infiltrating offices of the New Mandalorian government.

Even if Satine refused to listen to sense.

His lip curled a bit as he thought of his old flame before firmly snuffing the thought. If she wanted to suppress everything that made a Mandalorian into a Mando or exile those that didn’t listen, then fine, on her head be the cultural genocide.

She wanted to be the Senate’s little voice, she could stay there and rot for all he cared.

But Obi-Wan had washed his hands on all that, he had given her the information she’d need and what had she done with it?

Nothing.

‘It is times like this I very much wish Jango Fett had become Mand’alor, at least this travesty of a pale imitation culture wouldn’t exist. Nor would the black markets for traditional Mandalorian items.’ He mused to himself, ignoring Qui-Gon watching him with stricken eyes in the mirror.

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(I accidentally deleted the prompt)

aniseandspearmint asked:

Oh! I forgot, I wanted to ask, since you mentioned Alpha-17 in this, what does he think about this? He didn’t think much of the jedi, but he grew to respect and care for Obi-wan. Has he been told what the senate has been doing to the jedi? Did he have a heavy flashback to events like Fox did? Times when in hindsight it’s clear what had been done to Obi-wan and or Anakin, but he didn’t have the context to realize what had happened?

Raising his head slowly from his pad, Rex stared at Dogma, feeling an icy cold calmness settle in over his nerves. The meeting room was quiet, everyone stilling at Dogma’s musing and even more when Rex attention was caught.

Dogma looked like he regretted saying anything, clenching the pad in his own hands where he had been looking over his portion of the feeds Fox had sent over.  

“…Would you repeat that again trooper?” Rex stated calmly, feeling calm but from the way Dogma paled, some of the murderous intent hidden under it all must be leaking out.

Shifting in his seat, glancing around at the mix of 212th and 501st that were involved in figuring out who had General Kenobi last night, Dogma opened his mouth, closed it then squared his shoulder. “I-It was just ideal musing really sir but, well, a lot of the commanders… they look like the Generals…” He repeated, stammering a bit as he started nervously rubbing at the edge of his tattoo near the lip.

Rex continued staring at him, his gaze burning.  

Licking his lips, Dogma shifted. “I mean, there’s Commander Grey’s General and Commander, they look alike,” Depa Billaba and Caleb Dume. “That little Initiate that looks like General Ti in the temple,” Rex knew who he was talking about, little thing with a blue saber. “And Commander Iron’s little commander looks like…” Dogma trailed off, looking even more nervous now.

Cal Kestie’s, commander of the 13th battalion.

Little commander Kestie with red hair, pale skin and freckles.

Rex felt the pad crack in his hands, the screen warping along the break as heavy realization sunk in and he faintly realized Longshot was suddenly slamming his fist into the wall.

Cal Kestie looked like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“That’s… just the ones at the top of my head,” Dogma continued, warily glancing at Longshot where the trooper was now pressing his head to the wall. “I bet if we looked at records, we’d find out other older Generals look like many of those that are now and if we really looked at the little ones in the temple…” He trailed off and then shrugged awkwardly.

He didn’t really need to say more.

Not when everyone knew what he was implying and was likely right about.

This was not what Rex had been expecting when Cody left with the General, eyes asking them to find out who the hell hurt Obi-Wan. He had been expecting to be gnashing his teeth and glaring at cams as he tried to follow the Jedi through the halls and figure out which karking monster had him.

Now he was stuck thinking about all the little Jedi younglings who looked like older Generals, now he was stuck thinking about the commanders he had seen that looked like their masters or grandmasters.

Now he was stuck thinking about how the rest of the galaxy had a hard on for said younglings and how much that must hurt the older ones. And how the older Jedi were victims of the damn Senate, the governing body of the inner core, because face it, outer core didn’t get effected by core politics.

He’d seen enough to know that.

Putting down his damaged pad, Rex buried his face in his hands and let out a deep breath.

Then he forced himself to take five breaths in through his nose and out of his mouth, just like Ordo had taught him.

It made him wonder about the Alpha and the Null clones.

He had heard from the Kamino guards that when Alpah-17 learned what was going on with the Jedi, he had apparently shot Senator Burtoni point blank.

He wasn’t… quite sure what that was about.

It was a terrible risk to shoot a longneck on Kamino, the chances of hiding it from the rest of them were low, especially such a high prolific member as Senator Burtoni had become. So that left the question of why Alpah had shot her.

He knew it couldn’t be pure rage but as far as Rex knew, the longnecks didn’t have sexuality in the same way as most species in the galaxy and relied more on cloning for their generations, the impact of cloning and ‘bettering’ their genetics for survival doing something to their libido or that’s what Kix had said.

So it wasn’t related to the Jedi being unable to say n-Rex paused before lifting his head, thinking furiously.

No didn’t have to mean only sexual consent, no could mean… other things.

No to examinations, no to invasive study, no to…  

Force, the fox hole just kept getting deeper and deeper and Rex decided that he would have to contact Alpha, because speculating like this was only hurting his head.

‘Fucking longnecks. Fucking Senate. Fucking Ruusan Reformation.’

Ok I was trolling through Distant Pain as I do and I need Obi Wan being fretted over by the medics, especially with how the vode have adopted him pleassseeee

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Wiggling slightly, the Jedi let out a soft noise. “…I feel like I’m swaddled. What in the world did you do to me Kix?” Obi-Wan questioned with some drowsy bemusement.

The medic popped into view, raising one brow as he peered down at Obi-Wan. “Because technically, I guess you are swaddled. You have a cocktail in your system thanks to Ventress and I’d rather you not try moving with it, especially after hanging upside down.” He stated a tad dryly.

“You almost fell flat on your face when you tried walking sir, I agree with Kix.” Dogma stated from the end of the bed and Obi-Wan flopped his head to look at the two troopers sitting at the end of his bed, both Zuru and Dogma radiating approval.

Clearly they were very happy that Obi-Wan wasn’t going anywhere.

He pouted at them slightly, wiggled again then gave up, huffing softly as he settled.

Not that he was really about to complain, it was mostly for show.

He was seriously comfortable, warm and wrapped up with some of his favorite people around him.

“I’m not shocked, the drugs Ventress has given him is low grade outside of the Force inhibitor,” Kix continued, patting Obi-Wan on the head before gently rubbing when Obi-Wan tilted into the petting. “Without the Force to flush it, its having some ugly side effects and I wouldn’t be shocked if he comes up with a cold or something, his immune system is compromised currently. And we’re not even talking about hanging upside down for hours.” Kix sighed deeply.

Zuru let out a grumble before patting Obi-Wan’s leg, all of them aware how touch starved Obi-Wan was and doing their bits to help him. “Okay, well, how about you tell me about this disemboweling thing you mentioned General, cause I sure as kark don’t know about that.” He huffed.

Opening his mouth, Obi-Wan blinked and tilted his head when he heard a crash, feeling Kix hand in his hair had gone still. He found Rex on the floor, having crashed into Helix when the medic and captain entered. “I’m sorry, the what now?” The blond seethed, staring at them as he pushed himself up, ignoring Helix hand.

Most likely due to not noticing but still, Helix pouted a bit at being ignored before his eyes too snapped to Obi-Wan.

Wiggling a bit inside his blanket, Obi-Wan huffed. “Bah, early carrier, encountered a smuggler with a sickle as a weapon,” He giggled slightly to himself as he remembered the mission. It was suppose to be an easy one and had turned into a shit show that involved spice, child slaves and his guts spilling out of him. “She split me from hip to hip in almost a vertical line and it all spilled out of me.” He giggled some more because clearly the smuggler hadn’t anticipated it anymore than Obi-Wan.

She had ended up vomiting from the sight of Obi-Wan’s organs being on the outside and he had slammed her to the wall, knocking her out as his guts laid bare for the world.

One of the older kidnapped kids, almost a teen, had been the one to help him get it back into place and wrap Obi-Wan’s robe around his midsection until they could get help.

From the sights of it, the troopers didn’t find it funny at all, Dogma looked like he was about to vomit as he made those distressed clicking noises he made and Zuru looked like he wanted to scream as Cotton crawled into the pilots lap.

“…You aren’t leaving the sight of of the vode,” Rex stated, his the finger he was leveling at Obi-Wan shaking a bit and Obi-Wan becoming a bit cross eyed from looking at it. “Someone is always going to be by you, ner vod, because trouble is attracted to you.” He wheezed.

Obi-Wan pouted, would complain if it wasn’t for Kix fingers scratching at his scalp, the hooped up Jedi missing the tremble in the medic hand and Helix getting an Iv ready with wide eyes.

How the hell did their idiot Jedi brother survive before them!

Oh, Obi is in trouble now, I think. DistantPain is GOING places, and Obi’s steadfastness in spite of the ways he’s been treated is quite a tally mark in favor of the Light Side! I love how he shot down Dooku so thoroughly – kin killer is an apt name, definitely! And Zuru and Dogma are ABSOLUTELY going to motherhen Obi after this, no question! (How did he even GET here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a long-term ‘mission’ with the 501st and 212th, cuz the Council and Yoda were meddling?)

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Waving slightly, Obi-Wan put on a bored look despite how pink his cheeks were due to the blood flushing his cheeks, swinging slightly back and forth over the pit from his last attempt to escape his bonds. “Hello there.” He greeted.

Staring up at him, clearly bemused, Skywalker opened his mouth then closed it again, clearly unsure what to say.

Dogma however had no such issue. “General! How!?” The man cried out, pulling his helmet off to stare up at him with wide eyes.

Grunting, Obi-Wan gestured vaguely up at his legs. “Ventress strung me up. Dooku left me here so I could reconsider my situation… and I’m currently hooped up on at least a Force inhibitor.” He stated as casually as possible.

Zuru let out a loud whine but didn’t remove his helmet, instead circling the pit, clearly looking for a way to get Obi-Wan down.

Scratching at his curls, Anakin licked his lips before shrugging. “I guess throwing my saber at the bonds and pulling you over would do the trick. Not going to be comfortable though.” He settled on.

Sending the other Jedi a flat look, Obi-Wan looked up at his legs again and then back at the blond. “…Gee, uncomfortable. I wonder how that feels.” He snarked.

Flushing but not answering, Skywalker instead turned to Dogma while lighting up his saber. “Get ready to catch him. Something tells me he won’t be able to catch himself.” He warned as if Obi-Wan couldn’t hear him, Zuru quickly coming back around the pit to Dogma’s side to hold the others helmet at the knights words.

Dogma, realizing what was going to happen, widened his stance and held his arms open, face determined as he focused on Obi-Wan.

Opening his mouth to let his opinion known about all of this, Obi-Wan let out a yelp as he fell a fair bit of distance before he was grabbed out of the air by invisible hands, the urge to throw up heavy as he was pulled.

Damn Skywalker was right though, Obi-Wan had no sense of balance as he hit Dogma, the trooper letting out a loud grunt and stumbled a few steps back due to the force but stayed upright with the redhead in his arms.

And he had no strength either as blood was suddenly rushing the right way, Obi-Wan helplessly retching as he flopped in Dogma’s arms like a fish on land as is sight darkened at the corners.

Woozy as all fuck, Obi-Wan let out a low whine before groaning as he was outright picked up, Dogma clearly walking while bridal carrying him. ‘Whelp, there goes what little dignity I have.’ He thought, grunting against a pauldron.

“Holy shit, is that what happens when you hang upside down for long enough?” Knight Skywalker stated in fascinated horror.

Grunting again, Obi-Wan flopped his head enough to look at the knight. “Blood… head. Can kill you. Don’t recommend…” He slurred out, wishing he could laugh at the outright horror the other’s face turned to.

Or well, he would until Zuru’s helmeted face popped into view, the sound of battle coming closer much to Obi-Wan’s realization. “It can kill you?” He questioned sharply, modulated voice clearly upset.

‘Must be getting closer to where the battle is… woot, 212th and 501st time!’ Obi-Wan thought with woozy delight as he flopped a hand shakily around. “Organs… press down… lungs. Choked.” Obi-Wan garbled out.

The arms around him tightened and Obi-Wan gave a protesting groan, his body already sore from hanging upside down for who knew how many hours.

Thankfully, the groan made Dogma ease his grip. “You’re going to the medics.” The man stated, making that damn, worried clicking noise Obi-Wan had been dreading even as a small core inside of him warmed him at the concern.

“Sith spit, that’s horrific.” Anakin mumbled out, clearly disturbed by whatever gruesome image the words had conjured up.

Grunting, Obi-Wan just rested his head on Dogma’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Least its not disemboweling, that hurts like a fucker…” He muttered, ignoring the reaction to his words.

Woof, his head was still spinning.

I love how easy and loose Obi-Wan is around Dex in DistantPain! Especially given how he’s been shown to react in other circumstances and with all that he’s been through, I am super curious about how and/or why DEX is the specific person who can affect Obi-Wan so positively! Is there a story there?

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Of course, nothing lasts forever and honestly, the boys are frankly just grateful Obi-Wan had the time to eat properly and have a few laughs when the Jedi’s comm chimes and he answers it with a look of annoyance.

“Ugh… okay, Zuru, Dogma, please just stay, grab yourselves a dessert too, I’m needed at the temple.” Obi-Wan sighed, annoyance clear on his face even as he forced a smile on his lips for his men.

“Is there something wrong sir?” Dogma half stood only to sit back down when Obi-Wan waved his hand.

“No, just meddling family. I’ll see you both later on. We’ll most likely be assigned a mission soon, most likely with the 212th.” Obi-Wan sighed deeply before waving at Dex as he swigged down the last of his tea.

With that the Jedi made his way out, the thundery cloud over him seemingly growing as he reached their parked speeders, grabbing the one he had taken out.

Zuru and Dogma could only watch him leave before looking at each other.

“Do you… know what that was about?” Dogma ventured carefully.

Shaking his head, Zuru opened his mouth only for a low but deep snort to interrupt. “That my good friends, would most likely be the summoning of the Grandmaster of the order and the great grandmaster of Obi-Wan himself.” Both troopers looked up to find Dex leaning on the booth,

Notably, the besalisk was leaning on Zuru’s side, giving Dogma space and ability to clearly see him, even if the troopers hadn’t noticed the great bulk of the man coming over.

How a man that big moved that quietly, neither was sure, it wasn’t like Dex Jettster was a Jedi like Krell.

Gripping his cup tightly, Dogma warily peered at Dex even as Zuru just waved lightly, having encountered the man before. Under the table, Zuru comfortingly pressed his calf to Dogma, feeling the other pressing his leg back.

Outwardly as calm as possible except for the tight hold on the cup, under the table, Dogma sought comfort and security. “You mean General Yoda, serah Jettster?” Zuru questioned, leaning a bit back when the large besalisk waved one of his four hand.

“No serah here, any friend of Obi-Wan can call me Dex. Wee tucker has been coming here since he was yee high,” Dex continued to gesture with another hand, still leaning on the booth with his other two. “Fresh faced and chubby looking and yet so terribly fierce. Wouldn’t feel right to have anyone call me anything other than Dex when they’re part of his small ragtag team.” He smiled at them.

Zuru and Dogma exchanged looks, both of them nodding slowly, if the latter a tad more cautiously than the former.

Fair be, it was the first time Dogma had meet Dex at all.

Moving his hand up that had been waving, Dex scratched at his throatsack. “As for my comment… yeah, I mean Master Yoda. Great man, respectable, venerated, old…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowing a bit. “And a grade tool that doesn’t understand that the eons have moved past him and that he is not infallible.” Dex sighed deeply.

Exchanging startled looks, Dogma and Zuru came to a sudden understanding.

Dex Jettster may be the only person outside of the Jedi order, perhaps even in the entire galaxy outside of Cotton, that properly knew the person Obi-Wan Kenobi had become after Qui-Gon Jinn’s actions.

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Stepping into the council room, Obi-Wan let out a tired sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought I recognized the auras outside the room already, but I was hoping…” Obi-Wan trailed off before breathing out deeply, staring at the rest of the council and Qui-Gon Jinn. “Let me guess, another mission with the 212th and potentially the 501st? Far into the dept of space, meaning we’ll have to work together closely?” He questioned dryly.

Most of the other Jedi looked uncomfortable, especially his former master and Obi-Wan inwardly snorted as he let his eyes trail over his fellow council members until he found the culprit.

Obi-Wan eyed the old master before nodding. “Grandmaster, I’d say you look good but you sort of just look like you’ve always have you old, dried out sponge.” He stated dryly with a knowing look in his eyes.

Yoda simply raised his brows at Obi-Wan, the council covering discreet laughs with coughs as Cotton scampered into the room and crawled up Obi-Wan’s back, resting his head on the Jedi’s shoulder. “When almost nine hundred you become, comment on my looks you can.” The grandmaster grumped.

“And when master repudiates you in front of a body beings you respect, you can try to force me to forgive mine, until then, I have other things to do in this forsaken war. Now, what mission is it you have for me?” Obi-Wan drawled, crossing his arms over his chest as he ignored the collective flinch of the entire room.

Old troll 0, Obi-Wan 1.

Sorry if you got an unfinished ask earlier. Could we see Obi-wan, Zuru, and Dogma on their first mission together? Maybe with the 501st or 212nd? Or maybe the three ofbtjem going on an excursion to have some real food? Not just the normal rations. Thank you for all your writing!

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Throwing the door open with the Force in what both troopers knew was a display of frivolous use of Force, Obi-Wan pushed the two in with his hands, grinning widely. “And here we are, the greatest place for a meal on Coruscant! Welcome to Dex’s diner!” He declared, ignoring the stink eye of several patrons.

Dogma opened his mouth only to shut it when a roar of a laugh cut him off, the portly besalisk behind the counter jumping over in a display of agility and strength Dogma wouldn’t have suspected of the man. “Obi-Wan! You rascal! Don’t think you get a discount just because you’re praising my establishment!” The man was still laughing, his mustache quivering.

His Jedi shot past the two troopers, throwing his arms around the besalisk with a shockingly boyish laugh. “Dex, you old goat!” He greeted in return, laughing even more as he was lifted off his feet in a wookie strong, four armed hug.

Turning slightly, Dogma gave Zuru a slightly wide eyed look.

Zuru just smiled wryly in return. “Meet Dex Jettster, one of a very selective few people that can make our General act like a boy.” He stated quietly, his smile growing a bit more as he watched Dex mess up Obi-Wan’s hair with one of his hands, the others still wrapped around the Jedi.

Turning back, Dogma continued watching.

What he saw…

It was interesting.

After the Cuddle Puddle, Obi-Wan had looked so content, everyone discreetly high fiving each other with getting the stiff and aggressive General to finally relax properly without any harm.

He’d looked so doped up, mild and half smiling.

But this?

Obi-Wan had a light in his eyes, as if years had fallen off him and he was smiling so widely it had to hurt.

He looked genuinely happy.

Finally, the besalisk sat Obi-Wan down, one hand still on his shoulder as Dex looked to them, Dogma nervously tensing. But Dex didn’t approach them, only gave them a wide smile and gestured to a booth. “Please! Sit, order, anyone that comes with Obi-Wan is a friend of mine! Hermoine! Take their drink orders!” Dex ordered, pulling Obi-Wan along a bit.

The Jedi happily went, not looking back and Zuru grasped Dogma’s elbow, pulling him along until they were at the end booth, sitting down while watching Obi-Wan.

The two troopers ordered caff and tea respectively, still watching their Jedi even as the drinks came.

Pulling his caff over, Dogma tilted his head then glanced at the pilot. “I… I’ve never seen the General like this, he’s so… happy.” He blinked.

Snorting, Zuru tapped his vambrace. “Hell, I’ve never seen him in as good a mood as this either,” Zuru marveled, watching Obi-Wan laugh as the besalisk entertained him with a story while both pretended Obi-Wan wasn’t hiding an info chip into his belt that Dex had slid him on the table. “Hell, even that time he punched Krell in the face during sparring didn’t have him that jolly.” Zuru lifted his tea to his lips, taking a sip to check.

He wasn’t as good as Obi-Wan at steeping but it tasted about right to him.

Dogma paused, staring at the pilot with wide eyes. “He punched Krell?” He whispered, shocked.

Snorting, Zuru glanced to check that Obi-Wan was still occupied before responding. “He hated Krell’s guts, had a vendetta against him way before… before…” He winced, taking a hurried sip.

Dogma did too, subconsciously tensing before forcing himself to relax again.

Umbara would be a stain in everyone that had been there’s memory.

Glancing at their General again, Dogma stared at him, watched him laugh. “…Jedi… aren’t suppose to hate.” He stated, feeling odd and stilted.

“No… not really,” Zuru fiddled with his tea, pulling the teabag out of it before it steeped to long and became bitter. “Obi-Wan explained it to me once. Jedi can feel all emotions, there’s nothing stopping them from feeling it all but the thing is… they aren’t suppose to let their emotions control them.”

Dogma mused on that, tapping his cup before nodding. “I think I get it? I mean, its kinda the same thing shiny’s get taught. That you can’t let fear control your actions? Running away from a battle or freezing?” He ventured hesitantly.

Zuru nodded. “That’s how I understood it too.”

“But if he punched Krell… doesn’t that mean he did let anger control him?” Dogma bit his lip, wondering if he should even ask.

Zuru snorted. “I asked him the same thing. General just… grinned at me, shrugged and said, ‘Zuru, if you think I’m that perfect, you haven’t seen behind the curtain yet.’ and patted me on the head.” He smiled a tad wryly.

Returning to watching the smiling, laughing Jedi, Dogma mused on that before shrugging and picking up the menu, wondering what in the world kinda food would make the Jedi think this place was the greatest on Coruscant, Zuru repeating the action on the other side.

For Distant Pain, yayyayayayayayay Obi getting closer to the vode! Even though I’m on the edge of my seat for more ‘mysterious past’, right now having Obi healing is so nice and cathartic. Would any of these scenarios strike your fancy? 1. Obi meeting Zuru (who is BEST brother) 2. Obi in the cuddle puddle 3. Obi finding a vode to help him finish his tattoo?? No pressure, and thanks so much again for all sharing your beautiful writing!!

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Eyes closed, Obi-Wan continued to breath slowly in through his nose and out of his mouth, feeling more comfortable than he could remember being in years as he laid between two warm bodies on his left side.

At least while sober.

But that wasn’t something he was going to admit where anyone, especially the ones he was with now, could hear him.

‘Joining the vode cuddle puddle was the best idea ever and I am going to buy Rex, Zuru and Dogma something very nice once I’m at shore to thank them.’ Obi-Wan sleepily thought as Zuru nuzzled sleepily into Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Dogma had suited himself at Obi-Wan’s back, being a barrier for the Jedi between the door, as if he needed to reassure himself that Obi-Wan was safe somehow and didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Maybe a subconscious thing, because Obi-Wan had noted that he had waited until both he and Zuru was laying before he took his position.

The man had instantly spooned Obi-Wan, his arm coming protectively down around both Obi-Wan and Zuru and by the way Zuru was quietly making noises at time, Obi-Wan would guess that the pilot was being petted or head rubbed slightly.

Zuru had always enjoyed hair play, something Obi-Wan had found out in the first month of him and Zuru working together as they curled up together to conserve heat and, if Obi-Wan was honest, prevent the loneliness that he could feel setting into both of their bones.

The pilot had yet to develop shields or learning how to not project into the Force around a Jedi, so it was easy to read him without even trying back then.

Rex had also joined their cuddle puddle, sitting with Obi-Wan’s head resting in his lap, his fingers running through the un-gelled hair, leaving it soft and clean for the captain’s touch.

He’d felt a bit self-conscious to begin with when Rex had started but then the man had started alternating between running his fingers through the hair and then gently scratching at Obi-Wan’s scalp with blunt fingernails.

Heaven on earth, Obi-Wan had to bite in a moan even as he felt someone, Fives he thought, settle with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s left thigh, using it as a pillow since Obi-Wan’s legs were slightly spread.

The entire room had been covered in what looked like thin mats that were shockingly comfortable, what looked like every pillow and blanket not in the medbay and a few blowup mattresses for those that had bad backs or injuries.

And there were a few, who were recovering.

The entire room was full of everyone not on duty and yet it was so quiet and calming, the utter serenity and quiet joy of the room soaking into Obi-Wan’s very being, being part of why he was so comfortable.

The sensation of life and yet contentedness of a room full of people that adored each other and just wanted everyone to be happy…

If Obi-Wan was to say that Jedi had any drugs, it would be this.

A Jedi could get high of these sensations and emotions.

He made a low noise as he felt who he thought was Fives shift a bit, feeling someone else join the vod and reached down to blindly pet the man until Fives settled with whoever had joined them.

If Obi-Wan was to make a guess, based simply on the Force sensation of the person, it was Echo.

But it could also be someone else honestly.

The sensations were making him high and therefore Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was up and down at this point, only that he was utterly safe and utterly content, Dogma’s arm slung around him and resting on Zuru, Zuru’s arm around his waist and Rex hands in his hair.

And then Fives hands almost shyly joined in, gently petting at Obi-Wan’s calf.

If there were such a thing as a true heaven, Obi-Wan would be tempted to call the vode for it as the doors slid open and Cotton started to chirp at them, coming to join Obi-Wan and his cuddle puddle by laying out on the Jedi’s hip, a comforting and familiar weight.

Heaven.

In Distant Pain, what does Obi-wan make of the cuddle puddle? Is he uncomfortable at first, or does he embrace it full on, bringing snacks and the softest blankets, and maybe a stuffed tooka or two for the shiniest of the clones? He may not be going on shadow missions, but he might as well use his less than legal contacts for something worthwhile after all.

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Blinking heavily at the pilot, Obi-Wan sat back against the headboard of the medbed he was still assigned, technically he could get a bunk somewhere on the ship but he was actually finding Kix bedside manners quite comfortable

Right now however he was questioning if he had to get the medic to check his ears, because he wasn’t sure he had heard Zuru right. “A cuddle what now?” He finally questioned incredulously after prolonged silence.

Behind Zuru, Dogma shifted a bit, his cheeks darkening slightly with pinkness and Zuru himself looked to barely be resisting shifting on his feet. It was almost enough to make the Jedi start smiling in amusement.

They had looked so confidant walking in, assured and determined.

Now they looked like uncertain puppies and a part of Obi-Wan softened up.

“A cuddle puddle sir,” A voice spoke up behind them, Captain Rex stepping into the medbay with a slight nod, smirking slightly at the relieved look on both of his fellow vode, his helmet resting on his hip under his arm. “Its a way for clones to reaffirm that everyone is alright, to ensure no one is touch starved and to provide comfort.” He stated, walking over to stand at the foot of Obi-Wan’s bed.

Pausing, Obi-Wan stared at the captain for a few seconds before letting out a soft, ‘huh’.

Ridiculous name aside, that actually made sense.

And in most armies, pat downs after skirmishes were normal.

Obi-Wan knew that the troopers too practiced pat downs, though only on each other generally.

Mostly because natural borns were assholes to the vode but at least the men had each others, it was always something that made Obi-Wan’s chest ease ever so slightly every time his mind reminded him of the bastards that got put in charge of the troopers.

Even some of the Jedi.

They weren’t pristine, Obi-Wan wasn’t blind to it and he was keeping an eye on several Jedi and the fatality counts.

Jedi at least were suppose to preserve life.

“Sir?” Rex murmured, bringing him back to the situation.

Cocking his head, Obi-Wan looked between the men before letting out a low noise. “Makes sense, not sure why you’re bringing it to me?” He stated bemusedly.

Now both Dogma and Zuru were shifting.

Rex however outright rolled his eyes and moved to the other side of the bed that did not contain troopers. “Because you’re a brother too and we’re inviting you to our cuddle puddle.” He stated, tone half stern and half worried.

Blinking sharply, Obi-Wan felt his mouth drop a bit before shifting, feeling something he hadn’t felt in years.

Shyness and longing.

He wasn’t an easy man to get close to, not after Qui-Gon had all but repudiated him during the Naboo invasion. He had his childhood friends, he had Dex and the council but that wasn’t many people.

Zuru and Dogma were recent additions really.

And now the full 501st wanted him there for something wholly intimate and involved a whole load of faith in Obi-Wan.

“…Are you certain that the vode would want me there?” He stated a tad cautiously, forcing himself to keep eye contact with the good captain.

A softening of amber eyes almost made his ears burn as Rex nodded. “Sir, we’d be honored to have you there… and relieved.” He tacked on after a moment.

Lips twitching faintly into a small smile, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his spiked hair, letting out a breathless laugh. “…Obi-Wan. Its only right, during something like this, that you all call me Obi-Wan.” He stated quietly.

Smiling faintly, Rex ignored Dogma’s puckered expression as he held out his left hand to the Jedi. “Well then Obi-Wan, lets go join a cuddle puddle.” He stated, voice soft as Obi-Wan suddenly seemed so much smaller in the medbed.

Slowly, Obi-Wan reached out and settled his hand into Rex, accepting the help out of bed as he slid his feet into the slippers Kix had generously provided him.

A part of him couldn’t help but wonder if this would be anything like back in the creche, younglings curled up together for naps and sleep.

‘I think… I think I’m going to enjoy this…’ Obi-Wan noted mentally, blinking down at the hand still holding his as Rex lead him out, Zuru and Dogma following quickly after.