I actually really liked the prequels as a kid, and was super sad when Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t friends anymore. I’m still sad, actually.
ehehe
Sleeping for years- how do the twins and others in the Universe react to Obi being awake?
“You’ve
been very secretive of lately father, almost
mysterious I’d say.”
Obi-Wan looked up at the voice echoing through the hall, smiling a
bit to himself as he listened to the strong lit of it. Leia Amidala
was a force to be reckoned with that
also had a heart of gold,
though she and Padme approached passion in different manners. But
that could be the passion in the Skywalker blood running a bit hotter
Obi-Wan would guess as Padme
had been all cool grace and an
avalanche unrepentant passion.
“Leia’s
right, you have. And you’ve been almost happy I’d say though I
won’t say that’s not a change for the better father.” A softer
voice joined and the redhead breathed out, listening to the Jedi in
training as Luke Skywalker too questioned Anakin.
The
two had opted for different last names as they got older, Luke
wanting to re-establish the Jedi Order and Leia going into politics,
the names of their parents serving in different functions in
different fields.
“You’ll
see.” Anakin was practically chirping and Obi-Wan raised a hand to
his face, huffing out a faint laugh to himself since the other was
more then likely practically skipping through the hall. Actually
Obi-Wan could hear the sounds of Anakin’s boots on the floor, a
light clacking noise and…
Yes he
was skipping.
He was
totally skipping.
Leaning
back in his chair as he sat at the dinner table waiting for the
three, Obi-Wan smiled to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.
This
was going to be an amusing meet he suspected.
He was
right, because even in his incorporeal and
half aware state he had
learned very well that Leia Amidala was rarely one to be loss for
words and did not leave her mouth hanging open in shocked surprise as
she stared at him sitting at the right hand of the dining table
waiting on them. And Luke, while more emotional than his sister, did
not either regardless of how much glitter she insisted on putting on
the blond. Oh to leave two
such crafty people stunned was amusing.
Smiling
a bit, Obi-Wan stood and bowed slightly to them. “Hello there.”
He offered warmly.
Anakin
let out a little cackle and rushed past his two kids, almost
teleporting himself around the table to give Obi-Wan a hand, taking
one trembling arm to provide support.
“You
alright there Obi-Wan? Nothing happened while I was gone right?”
The blond asked, eyes bright with amusement but some worry too.
“You
utterly insufferable mother hen, no, nothing happened in the five
minutes it took you to go collect your kids from the door.” Obi-Wan
rolled his eyes fondly, smiling faintly which took the bite out of
his words.
There
was a clatter of noises, both Leia and Luke hurrying to greet their
‘new’ guest, both just as interested though for slightly
different reasons.
To
have Jedi back again for Luke to help and for Leia the chance to meet
General Kenobi, the wordsmith.
But
also someone who had once known their mother and might have an easier
time speaking of her.
It
made Obi-Wan smile softly as he bowed, pressing a soft kiss to the
back of Leia’s hand. This was bound to be interesting.
()()()
Of
course, there was nothing like a secret on Coruscant when more than
four people knew it as a few guards had seen Obi-Wan awake and moving
at Anakin’s side with careful steps and therefor it was soon leaked
to the reporters and after that…
Well,
the large blown up image of Obi-Wan holding onto Anakin’s arm while
walking beside him spoke for itself honestly Obi-Wan felt.
But
still, Obi-Wan does not think his life warrants a five hour special
documentary and where in Force name had they gotten that picture
from!?
Staring
at the screen for one stunned moment, Obi-Wan finally looked at
Anakin, who had been leaning on the back of the sofa and was now
standing upright with his hands clenched into the upholstery, glaring
at the screen at the image of Obi-Wan in his teenage years in a
waterfight with his friends. “Did they karking break into the Jedi
temple?!” He barked, the lashing of the darkside twisting around
him
Leia
sat perfectly still, sipping at her glass of wine while Luke
carefully withdrew a bit from their father, eyeing the tendrils of
darkness leerily.
Not
fear, no Luke did not seem afraid at all but maybe wary of the
darkness as if it was infectious somehow.
Giving
the blond a small smile, Obi-Wan glanced up at Anakin again. “Ani,
what do you mean?”
Gritting
his teeth a bit, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and
finally forced himself calm so he could meet Obi-Wan’s eyes with
blue instead of yellow. “I had the Jedi temple cordoned off, so no
one was to enter and stationed guards there. I didn’t want anyone
to try and steal from it or defile it anymore than…” He looked
away, bowing his head slightly. “Than I already had…”
Staring
at him for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally reached out and rested his
hand on the others, rubbing lightly with his thumb at Anakin’s
wrist.
Clearing
his voice bit, Anakin shrugged. “Beside, there’s a Sith alter
down there in the catacombs of the temple. I think its been there all
along. If someone went there I shudder to think what would happen.”
He continued before shaking himself and glaring at the screen. “If
I find that they’ve been in there though and stolen from the old
Jedi quarters…” He growled.
“Peace
Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured, rubbing still. “We’ll figure it
out.” He added quietly, smiling up at the man.
Slowly
Anakin’s tense shoulders relaxed as he smiled slightly at Obi-Wan
as he nodded in agreement,
seemingly swaying into his warmth.
On the
other end of the couch, Luke and Leia exchanged expression, one
curious and a bit lost and one smug and knowing.
Sleeping for years- how do the twins and others in the Universe react to Obi being awake?
“You’ve
been very secretive of lately father, almost
mysterious I’d say.”
Obi-Wan looked up at the voice echoing through the hall, smiling a
bit to himself as he listened to the strong lit of it. Leia Amidala
was a force to be reckoned with that
also had a heart of gold,
though she and Padme approached passion in different manners. But
that could be the passion in the Skywalker blood running a bit hotter
Obi-Wan would guess as Padme
had been all cool grace and an
avalanche unrepentant passion.
“Leia’s
right, you have. And you’ve been almost happy I’d say though I
won’t say that’s not a change for the better father.” A softer
voice joined and the redhead breathed out, listening to the Jedi in
training as Luke Skywalker too questioned Anakin.
The
two had opted for different last names as they got older, Luke
wanting to re-establish the Jedi Order and Leia going into politics,
the names of their parents serving in different functions in
different fields.
“You’ll
see.” Anakin was practically chirping and Obi-Wan raised a hand to
his face, huffing out a faint laugh to himself since the other was
more then likely practically skipping through the hall. Actually
Obi-Wan could hear the sounds of Anakin’s boots on the floor, a
light clacking noise and…
Yes he
was skipping.
He was
totally skipping.
Leaning
back in his chair as he sat at the dinner table waiting for the
three, Obi-Wan smiled to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.
This
was going to be an amusing meet he suspected.
He was
right, because even in his incorporeal and
half aware state he had
learned very well that Leia Amidala was rarely one to be loss for
words and did not leave her mouth hanging open in shocked surprise as
she stared at him sitting at the right hand of the dining table
waiting on them. And Luke, while more emotional than his sister, did
not either regardless of how much glitter she insisted on putting on
the blond. Oh to leave two
such crafty people stunned was amusing.
Smiling
a bit, Obi-Wan stood and bowed slightly to them. “Hello there.”
He offered warmly.
Anakin
let out a little cackle and rushed past his two kids, almost
teleporting himself around the table to give Obi-Wan a hand, taking
one trembling arm to provide support.
“You
alright there Obi-Wan? Nothing happened while I was gone right?”
The blond asked, eyes bright with amusement but some worry too.
“You
utterly insufferable mother hen, no, nothing happened in the five
minutes it took you to go collect your kids from the door.” Obi-Wan
rolled his eyes fondly, smiling faintly which took the bite out of
his words.
There
was a clatter of noises, both Leia and Luke hurrying to greet their
‘new’ guest, both just as interested though for slightly
different reasons.
To
have Jedi back again for Luke to help and for Leia the chance to meet
General Kenobi, the wordsmith.
But
also someone who had once known their mother and might have an easier
time speaking of her.
It
made Obi-Wan smile softly as he bowed, pressing a soft kiss to the
back of Leia’s hand. This was bound to be interesting.
()()()
Of
course, there was nothing like a secret on Coruscant when more than
four people knew it as a few guards had seen Obi-Wan awake and moving
at Anakin’s side with careful steps and therefor it was soon leaked
to the reporters and after that…
Well,
the large blown up image of Obi-Wan holding onto Anakin’s arm while
walking beside him spoke for itself honestly Obi-Wan felt.
But
still, Obi-Wan does not think his life warrants a five hour special
documentary and where in Force name had they gotten that picture
from!?
Staring
at the screen for one stunned moment, Obi-Wan finally looked at
Anakin, who had been leaning on the back of the sofa and was now
standing upright with his hands clenched into the upholstery, glaring
at the screen at the image of Obi-Wan in his teenage years in a
waterfight with his friends. “Did they karking break into the Jedi
temple?!” He barked, the lashing of the darkside twisting around
him
Leia
sat perfectly still, sipping at her glass of wine while Luke
carefully withdrew a bit from their father, eyeing the tendrils of
darkness leerily.
Not
fear, no Luke did not seem afraid at all but maybe wary of the
darkness as if it was infectious somehow.
Giving
the blond a small smile, Obi-Wan glanced up at Anakin again. “Ani,
what do you mean?”
Gritting
his teeth a bit, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and
finally forced himself calm so he could meet Obi-Wan’s eyes with
blue instead of yellow. “I had the Jedi temple cordoned off, so no
one was to enter and stationed guards there. I didn’t want anyone
to try and steal from it or defile it anymore than…” He looked
away, bowing his head slightly. “Than I already had…”
Staring
at him for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally reached out and rested his
hand on the others, rubbing lightly with his thumb at Anakin’s
wrist.
Clearing
his voice bit, Anakin shrugged. “Beside, there’s a Sith alter
down there in the catacombs of the temple. I think its been there all
along. If someone went there I shudder to think what would happen.”
He continued before shaking himself and glaring at the screen. “If
I find that they’ve been in there though and stolen from the old
Jedi quarters…” He growled.
“Peace
Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured, rubbing still. “We’ll figure it
out.” He added quietly, smiling up at the man.
Slowly
Anakin’s tense shoulders relaxed as he smiled slightly at Obi-Wan
as he nodded in agreement,
seemingly swaying into his warmth.
On the
other end of the couch, Luke and Leia exchanged expression, one
curious and a bit lost and one smug and knowing.
Do you have anything more with protective clones in Andthentherewerenone with the wolfpack?
“Did
you know that technically cannibalism is not illegal, only
desecration of a corpse is? At
least according to these old laws that the Senate never seem to have
dropped.” Obi-Wan offered
ever so lightly, as if he was talking about the weather while
reading an article from his pad since that and drinking was the only
thing he was currently allowed.
“Hmm,
I did not know that but that’s strangely fascinating Obi-Wan.”
Plo responded while staring at the ceiling. “I’d come over there
to read myself with you but as you are aware of, that is physically
an impossibility at this moment.” The kel dor gestured to the
fuming commander sitting on his lap.
Woffle
gave his General a long look. “This wouldn’t be happening if you
listened to Bantha and took it easy General as you well know as I
warned you prior to you and General Kenobi attempted to spar.” He
said severely. “And when I
need to move, Sinker is taking my place to make sure you’re taking
it easy.”
Plo
hummed in response, giving the man a fond look before reaching out
and gently rubbing his clawed hand over the short buzz of the clones
hair. “Of course Woffle, I just assumed you’d give me more of a
warning frankly before you
dropped yourself into my lap.”
He chuckled, more amused than
annoyed at his troopers protectiveness.
Obi-Wan
hummed a bit as he continued reading through the more obscure
Republic laws, some of them outright confusing and some of them just
laughable to a point where he wondered why they hadn’t just been
dropped.
On his
lap Cody sat, sending orders via the portable terminal and refreshing
order forms for various requirements as he did while the others
mingled around them doing their duty.
It was
a strange day in the Order’s life when people could just sit down
in Jedi’s laps to keep them from straining themselves. Obi-Wan had
argued that they were on light duty despite having picked up a bad
case of respiratory
malady
that was happily none contagious and they were still suppose to be
doing relief efforts for the locals, helping them build, getting them
supplies but Cody hadn’t taken any of that shavit and neither had
Woffle, especially when the two Jedi had wanted to spar.
Nope.
They
had firmly
sat down in each Jedi’s lap and
therefor physically restraining them from doing anything but drink,
eat and do whatever they could on their pads that were provided by
their troopers though Obi-Wan suspected if he asked for someone to
play a game with him, they would allow that too.
Still
it was a strange situation.
Though…
not unpleasant Obi-Wan admitted to himself while glancing at Cody who
seemed quite comfortable on his lap. As if
feeling the gaze, Cody shifted a bit to look at him, quirking his
lips in none verbal question.
Flustering
a bit, Obi-Wan looked away, clearing his throat a bit. He flustered
even more to a point where his ears were burning when Cody briefly
but pointedly squeezed his knee with a hand.
‘Okay,
we’re taking this step by step… so… oh boy this is going to be
awkward to come around, figure out how to ask him to…’ He thought
to himself even as Obi-Wan slowly shifted enough to lean against Cody
deliberately, sharing the other mans heat and smelling his skin and
soap.
It was
a pleasant, musky scent that sent Obi-Wan’s stomach tingling and he
peered at the other again before focusing back on his pad, feeling
the large smile on Cody’s face as much as seeing it.
Do you have anything more with protective clones in Andthentherewerenone with the wolfpack?
“Did
you know that technically cannibalism is not illegal, only
desecration of a corpse is? At
least according to these old laws that the Senate never seem to have
dropped.” Obi-Wan offered
ever so lightly, as if he was talking about the weather while
reading an article from his pad since that and drinking was the only
thing he was currently allowed.
“Hmm,
I did not know that but that’s strangely fascinating Obi-Wan.”
Plo responded while staring at the ceiling. “I’d come over there
to read myself with you but as you are aware of, that is physically
an impossibility at this moment.” The kel dor gestured to the
fuming commander sitting on his lap.
Woffle
gave his General a long look. “This wouldn’t be happening if you
listened to Bantha and took it easy General as you well know as I
warned you prior to you and General Kenobi attempted to spar.” He
said severely. “And when I
need to move, Sinker is taking my place to make sure you’re taking
it easy.”
Plo
hummed in response, giving the man a fond look before reaching out
and gently rubbing his clawed hand over the short buzz of the clones
hair. “Of course Woffle, I just assumed you’d give me more of a
warning frankly before you
dropped yourself into my lap.”
He chuckled, more amused than
annoyed at his troopers protectiveness.
Obi-Wan
hummed a bit as he continued reading through the more obscure
Republic laws, some of them outright confusing and some of them just
laughable to a point where he wondered why they hadn’t just been
dropped.
On his
lap Cody sat, sending orders via the portable terminal and refreshing
order forms for various requirements as he did while the others
mingled around them doing their duty.
It was
a strange day in the Order’s life when people could just sit down
in Jedi’s laps to keep them from straining themselves. Obi-Wan had
argued that they were on light duty despite having picked up a bad
case of respiratory
malady
that was happily none contagious and they were still suppose to be
doing relief efforts for the locals, helping them build, getting them
supplies but Cody hadn’t taken any of that shavit and neither had
Woffle, especially when the two Jedi had wanted to spar.
Nope.
They
had firmly
sat down in each Jedi’s lap and
therefor physically restraining them from doing anything but drink,
eat and do whatever they could on their pads that were provided by
their troopers though Obi-Wan suspected if he asked for someone to
play a game with him, they would allow that too.
Still
it was a strange situation.
Though…
not unpleasant Obi-Wan admitted to himself while glancing at Cody who
seemed quite comfortable on his lap. As if
feeling the gaze, Cody shifted a bit to look at him, quirking his
lips in none verbal question.
Flustering
a bit, Obi-Wan looked away, clearing his throat a bit. He flustered
even more to a point where his ears were burning when Cody briefly
but pointedly squeezed his knee with a hand.
‘Okay,
we’re taking this step by step… so… oh boy this is going to be
awkward to come around, figure out how to ask him to…’ He thought
to himself even as Obi-Wan slowly shifted enough to lean against Cody
deliberately, sharing the other mans heat and smelling his skin and
soap.
It was
a pleasant, musky scent that sent Obi-Wan’s stomach tingling and he
peered at the other again before focusing back on his pad, feeling
the large smile on Cody’s face as much as seeing it.
So I am a bad archivist who needs to get her butt moving, and I don’t know if you’ve done this before. Obi-Wan, the galaxy’s biggest flirt, says/does something outrageous on the wrong planet and winds up married. To whom (and how many) I will leave up to you, but I’m just saying I would love it if it was a load of the 212th…
Drinking
out of the dried half of a fruit turned into a bowl, Obi-Wan
bemusedly wondered how he’d manage to get himself into this
situation.
Again.
It
wasn’t like it was uncommon honestly for Jedi to somehow get
married actually, they had to give after for certain customs after
all to be able to negotiate peace and sometimes accidents did happen
since every planet had their own rituals. It wasn’t like it was
Obi-Wan’s fault the natives weren’t clear that some site was
considered holy and if two people entered them and shared food or
water or something like that they were considered wed.
Still,
how in Force name Obi-Wan had managed to end up married to his entire
battalion…
‘This
will require some explanation to the Council.’ He decided on even
as he watched in amusement as Waxer twirled Boil around, laughing and
dancing with
the locals out
on the festival plaza as
the locals
threw one hell of a wedding party.
“I
still say they are overcompensating and they just wanted an excuse to
throw a party and
we conveniently wandered into their holy place.”
Cody muttered in an aside to Obi-Wan.
“Perhaps
but it is still legally binding Commander.” Obi-Wan hummed at him
in return under his breath.
Raising
his brow in return, Cody stared at him. “…Really?”
“Oh
yes.” Obi-Wan sipped from the dried fruit again before offering it
to his Commander with a small smile. “Its not my first wedding so
I know that most of these are legally binding.”
He winked.
Accepting
the bowl fruit, Cody made a low amused noise. “So how many husbands
or wives do you have?”
Giving
a low hum, Obi-Wan leaned against the other man, relaxing. “Oh,
none, all of them were either annulled or the person in questioned
died.” Obi-Wan said lightly, his heart giving a painful throb at
Qui-Gon’s memory and amusement at the wedding.
Qui-Gon
had looked beautiful at the time too…
The
celebration had included a ritual facial paint along with their hands
being bound
together, a knot to
signify tying their lives eternally. He still had that ribbon stashed
in a box under his bed at the temple.
Maybe
reading something of Obi-Wan’s face, Cody slipped his arm around
the Jedi’s waist while pulling him in closer, hand settled on his
hip. “Well, you have quite a few husbands now who are more then
willing to look after you.” He murmured quietly before his grin
turned mischievous.
“If you don’t have this annulled that is.”
Chuckling,
Obi-Wan pretended to mock consider it before winking once again at
the other. “No, I think I’ll keep you all, at least on a trial
run.” Obi-Wan teased before yelping as Gregor grabbed him by the
hand and pulled him to the dance floor, laughing with the man as he
was twirled out onto it in a moving mass of bodies in motions and joy
in the Force with alcohol flowing freely. ‘Forgive me Qui-Gon but I
want to be happy again.’ Obi-Wan let himself be swept away, delight
in his heart as each trooper at some point caught him for their own
for
a few brief moments.
The
vode knew how to share and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but find joy in
being loved by so many.
So I am a bad archivist who needs to get her butt moving, and I don’t know if you’ve done this before. Obi-Wan, the galaxy’s biggest flirt, says/does something outrageous on the wrong planet and winds up married. To whom (and how many) I will leave up to you, but I’m just saying I would love it if it was a load of the 212th…
Drinking
out of the dried half of a fruit turned into a bowl, Obi-Wan
bemusedly wondered how he’d manage to get himself into this
situation.
Again.
It
wasn’t like it was uncommon honestly for Jedi to somehow get
married actually, they had to give after for certain customs after
all to be able to negotiate peace and sometimes accidents did happen
since every planet had their own rituals. It wasn’t like it was
Obi-Wan’s fault the natives weren’t clear that some site was
considered holy and if two people entered them and shared food or
water or something like that they were considered wed.
Still,
how in Force name Obi-Wan had managed to end up married to his entire
battalion…
‘This
will require some explanation to the Council.’ He decided on even
as he watched in amusement as Waxer twirled Boil around, laughing and
dancing with
the locals out
on the festival plaza as
the locals
threw one hell of a wedding party.
“I
still say they are overcompensating and they just wanted an excuse to
throw a party and
we conveniently wandered into their holy place.”
Cody muttered in an aside to Obi-Wan.
“Perhaps
but it is still legally binding Commander.” Obi-Wan hummed at him
in return under his breath.
Raising
his brow in return, Cody stared at him. “…Really?”
“Oh
yes.” Obi-Wan sipped from the dried fruit again before offering it
to his Commander with a small smile. “Its not my first wedding so
I know that most of these are legally binding.”
He winked.
Accepting
the bowl fruit, Cody made a low amused noise. “So how many husbands
or wives do you have?”
Giving
a low hum, Obi-Wan leaned against the other man, relaxing. “Oh,
none, all of them were either annulled or the person in questioned
died.” Obi-Wan said lightly, his heart giving a painful throb at
Qui-Gon’s memory and amusement at the wedding.
Qui-Gon
had looked beautiful at the time too…
The
celebration had included a ritual facial paint along with their hands
being bound
together, a knot to
signify tying their lives eternally. He still had that ribbon stashed
in a box under his bed at the temple.
Maybe
reading something of Obi-Wan’s face, Cody slipped his arm around
the Jedi’s waist while pulling him in closer, hand settled on his
hip. “Well, you have quite a few husbands now who are more then
willing to look after you.” He murmured quietly before his grin
turned mischievous.
“If you don’t have this annulled that is.”
Chuckling,
Obi-Wan pretended to mock consider it before winking once again at
the other. “No, I think I’ll keep you all, at least on a trial
run.” Obi-Wan teased before yelping as Gregor grabbed him by the
hand and pulled him to the dance floor, laughing with the man as he
was twirled out onto it in a moving mass of bodies in motions and joy
in the Force with alcohol flowing freely. ‘Forgive me Qui-Gon but I
want to be happy again.’ Obi-Wan let himself be swept away, delight
in his heart as each trooper at some point caught him for their own
for
a few brief moments.
The
vode knew how to share and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but find joy in
being loved by so many.
Just read the entire thing and I’m totally in love with Sith and Jedi. May I request Obi-Wan finally showing why he is Yoda’s favourite? Like, until now everyone had to rescue him and even though he is loved by many, the «Kenobi duty» is a chore. So can we have a badass Obi-Wan showing his skills and saving the day?
Sipping
his tea peacefully, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slammed open hard
enough to splinter metal and leave shrapnel all over the polished
floor of the shuttle, a panting Maul standing in the doorway with
wild eyes that focused on him.
Confusion
entered those yellow, predatory eyes as he took in Obi-Wan’s
unruffled and uninjured state, the Jedi complete with a cup of
fragrant tea in his hands and a smile on his face as he sat at the
slave smugglers table all alone.
Stepping
in slowly, boots crunching down on the metal, Maul glanced around the
room warily while taking a deep breath through his nose to catch the
fresh scent of the smugglers before the Sith focused back on his Jedi
companion. “Obi-Wan, where are the smugglers?” He grunted out,
his breathing smoothing out now that he wasn’t sure he’d find
Obi-Wan smuggled off planet or sold already.
Or
injured.
Kriff
he was sure Jinn was going to twist his head off but here Obi-Wan,
eyes swimming with amusement and a serene expression on his face.
The
Jedi pointed up with a small chuckle and Maul craned his head back to
stare at the floating and unconscious forms of the smugglers
all hanging around the ceiling with some of them bumping into the
light fixture.
“…You
knocked them out and floated them to the ceiling with the Force.”
Maul deadpanned, after a long moment of silence, staring at them with
wide eyes as someones ass bumped into another smugglers head.
“I
did indeed.” Obi-Wan offered with cheer, finishing off his cup of
tea and settling it on the table before standing and brushing off his
front. “They were quite polite so I decided it was best to keep
them out of harms way when you eventually hunted me down. And if they
started to struggle they’d have a little fall to discourage them
from struggling too much.”
Blinking
slowly, Maul finally shook his head and looked at the other. “I
can’t decide if you’re crazy or creative. No wonder that old goat
Yoda likes you so much.” He muttered while pulling out his comm
link to contact the police commander.
Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan just stretched slowly and peered lazily at his
friend with a small smile.
()()()
Stopping
when they noticed Obi-Wan wasn’t following them, both Yan and
Qui-Gon turned around quickly to check on their younger linage member
with the older hiding his worry with more ease then his younger
companions.
With
Palpatine raising hell around the planet and several Jedi and Sith
going missing, anxieties
were going high in both Orders with both the Sith and Jedi council
convening together often to
discuss
what the kark to do.
Qui-Gon’s
shoulders sunk in relief when he saw Obi-Wan only a few meters behind
them at a stand, speaking to a gungan vendor. “Looks
like he’s getting Yoda a present.” He noted quietly.
“It
is soon the mans birthday.” Yan mused, rubbing his chin.
“You’re
still not going to get him anything.” Qui-Gon snorted at Yan.
Yan
smirked at him before shrugging. “I arrange a nice tea ceremony for
him and spend the day with him. As is our tradition.”
Snorting
at that while crossing his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan barter with the gungan. “And you wonder why Obi-Wan is the
favorite. He’s powerful, calm, a Jedi, well trained and he brings
gifts.” He teased.
Yan
just shrugged, watching his grandpadawan with a small smile. “He’s
my favorite too.” He confessed easily.
Just read the entire thing and I’m totally in love with Sith and Jedi. May I request Obi-Wan finally showing why he is Yoda’s favourite? Like, until now everyone had to rescue him and even though he is loved by many, the «Kenobi duty» is a chore. So can we have a badass Obi-Wan showing his skills and saving the day?
Sipping
his tea peacefully, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slammed open hard
enough to splinter metal and leave shrapnel all over the polished
floor of the shuttle, a panting Maul standing in the doorway with
wild eyes that focused on him.
Confusion
entered those yellow, predatory eyes as he took in Obi-Wan’s
unruffled and uninjured state, the Jedi complete with a cup of
fragrant tea in his hands and a smile on his face as he sat at the
slave smugglers table all alone.
Stepping
in slowly, boots crunching down on the metal, Maul glanced around the
room warily while taking a deep breath through his nose to catch the
fresh scent of the smugglers before the Sith focused back on his Jedi
companion. “Obi-Wan, where are the smugglers?” He grunted out,
his breathing smoothing out now that he wasn’t sure he’d find
Obi-Wan smuggled off planet or sold already.
Or
injured.
Kriff
he was sure Jinn was going to twist his head off but here Obi-Wan,
eyes swimming with amusement and a serene expression on his face.
The
Jedi pointed up with a small chuckle and Maul craned his head back to
stare at the floating and unconscious forms of the smugglers
all hanging around the ceiling with some of them bumping into the
light fixture.
“…You
knocked them out and floated them to the ceiling with the Force.”
Maul deadpanned, after a long moment of silence, staring at them with
wide eyes as someones ass bumped into another smugglers head.
“I
did indeed.” Obi-Wan offered with cheer, finishing off his cup of
tea and settling it on the table before standing and brushing off his
front. “They were quite polite so I decided it was best to keep
them out of harms way when you eventually hunted me down. And if they
started to struggle they’d have a little fall to discourage them
from struggling too much.”
Blinking
slowly, Maul finally shook his head and looked at the other. “I
can’t decide if you’re crazy or creative. No wonder that old goat
Yoda likes you so much.” He muttered while pulling out his comm
link to contact the police commander.
Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan just stretched slowly and peered lazily at his
friend with a small smile.
()()()
Stopping
when they noticed Obi-Wan wasn’t following them, both Yan and
Qui-Gon turned around quickly to check on their younger linage member
with the older hiding his worry with more ease then his younger
companions.
With
Palpatine raising hell around the planet and several Jedi and Sith
going missing, anxieties
were going high in both Orders with both the Sith and Jedi council
convening together often to
discuss
what the kark to do.
Qui-Gon’s
shoulders sunk in relief when he saw Obi-Wan only a few meters behind
them at a stand, speaking to a gungan vendor. “Looks
like he’s getting Yoda a present.” He noted quietly.
“It
is soon the mans birthday.” Yan mused, rubbing his chin.
“You’re
still not going to get him anything.” Qui-Gon snorted at Yan.
Yan
smirked at him before shrugging. “I arrange a nice tea ceremony for
him and spend the day with him. As is our tradition.”
Snorting
at that while crossing his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan barter with the gungan. “And you wonder why Obi-Wan is the
favorite. He’s powerful, calm, a Jedi, well trained and he brings
gifts.” He teased.
Yan
just shrugged, watching his grandpadawan with a small smile. “He’s
my favorite too.” He confessed easily.
Hi, for notwoarealike, could we please meet 69? I get so excited to see him mentioned and would love to see Rex and/or Cody reacting to him+ anakin if possible!
Looking a bit
bemused at the grinning Kenobi clone, Anakin tilted his head. “Your
name is 69?” He questioned.
“Yes sir!” The
man chirped, throwing in a wink for good measure as Rex gave a little
mutter behind Anakin.
This clone had long
hair though the sides of his head was shaven, leaving his hair in
what Anakin would call a long mohawk that was tied back for
simplicity sake in battle. He had no beard but had a little goatee
instead that was well trimmed and Anakin could spot the edge of a
blue tattoo peeking up over the bronze colored armor.
Peering at the
clone for a few more seconds, Anakin slowly crossed his arms over his
chest with a small grin starting to curl his lips as a heavy
suspicion cropped up in his head. “Is your name… was your name
picked for a reason?” He questioned.
From behind him
Anakin could feel Rex turn embarrassed while 69 turned wickedly
delighted in the Force, practically wiggling in place.
“It might be sir.
It could also be a coincident sir.” He waggled his eyebrows at the
Jedi before leaning in and lowering his voice, pitching it to a
little drawl that did cause shivers to crawl Anakin’s spine from
the accent and the low rumble. “But between you and me sir, there’s
a damn good reason for the name.” 69 winked.
Fighting the urge
to blush and laugh, Anakin nodded even as he heard Rex drop his face
into his hands. “Well then 69, welcome to the 501st. I
hope you will settle in well.”
Giving a glance
around and then a toothy grin that reminded Anakin about a hungry
feline predatory. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll settle in quite
well sir.” He saluted with a laugh as he skipped away once
dismissed.
Slowly, Anakin
turned to his captain, letting the wide grin he had wanted to let out
finally break out over his face. “So let me guess, he’s
promiscuous?” He laughed.
Rex finally drew
his face out of his hands to face his Jedi General, clearing his
throat weakly. “Yes, 69 is… very promiscuous sir. As in he’s
slept with practically anybody willing as long as he has time for
it.” The Fett clone shrugged a bit weakly. “He uses protection
and it doesn’t interfere with his duties, he’s a good trooper.”
The man quickly added.
Anakin blinked,
wondering what had caused the captain to add that before smiling. “I
wasn’t about to say anything else. He seemed fun captain.” And
then Anakin frowned when Rex shoulders slumped with relief. “What’s
wrong?”
Rex rubbed the back
of his neck. “Some people don’t always respond to well to 69’s…
well casual attitude to sex.” He settled on. “The longnecks hated
it but thanks to Al’verde they couldn’t do anything about it
luckily.” Rex confessed.
Thoughtfully,
Anakin looked down at his feet before looking back at Rex. “Kenobi’s
done a lot for you guys, haven’t he?”
The blond clone
gave a little shrug. “I don’t know how to explain it sir but…
Al’verde came to Kamino and took one look at us and… said we were
human. Said we were just as much worth as anyone birthed. We won’t
forget that, that he fought for the vode and ensured our survival.”
Rex smiled a bit. “We love him as one of our own.”
Peering at the
other, Anakin reached out and patted him on the shoulder, nodding in
understanding.
If someone looked
at you and saw a human and not just numbers…
Well, Anakin might
not be a slave but he never forgot what it had been like.
If someone like
Obi-Wan had showed up when he was young, he would have loved them too
the same way he could feel the fierce loyalty and respect he could
feel from Rex as he spoke about Kenobi.
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