More of a comment anything for sightless bird although you can take this as a request. Now that Obi-Wan is a week does that mean fox is going to plan out how to kill the counselor?  

The worst part of his murder plans is that Fox actually feels pretty apathetic about them.

He technically doesn’t have strong feelings about the Chancellor, he is just a man, a corrupt and evil man, at least in Fox eyes considering he tried to kill their Birdie, but still just a man.

If he focused more on that, well, then Fox could feel more about it.

But he is aware that the man is Force sensitive, he’s studied the man he’s been protecting for all these months of the war.

Fox refuses to believe that the man isn’t at least somewhat trained with those powers, maybe not a Jedi level of power but some kind of training at least.

That means that strong emotions would alert the man to any potential murder plans.

Which is why Fox approaches said plans with an apathetic calmness and a clinical detachment, so to prevent the man from being too suspicious or cautious about what is going on around him.

Its also why he refuses to tell anyone else about his plans to dispatch the Chancellor.

He knows his vode, he loves them, some more and some less but it doesn’t change that they are family and he cares about all of them.

He’s not sure all of them can keep the same emotional detachment as Fox as he carefully plans his murder, starting with the Chancellor office starts to fill with gas. Not enough to start effecting the air quality of course, he can’t have the alarms go of.

But enough that it will harm the man, enough that as the Chancellor breathes it in, that his organs starts to slowly decay, enough that Fox knows that the cause will look natural.

Of course, there are details to iron out, to narrow down which gas to use, to ensure it will work, getting one that is odorless and colorless.

Obi-Wan to keep safe.

Skywalker to keep clueless.

He can’t have Jedi drama going on when he gets the Chancellor out of the way.

Which is why he manages to get the orders through that Obi-Wan and Skywalker, along with the 501st, get sent to Kamino to meet up with Jinn and the 212th.

The Jedi under the guise of doing some checkups on the future troops with General Ti and the troopers to help train their younger vode.

But the truth was that Fox went slice happy with a few of his Coruscant Guard hackers and got them sent to safety.

Anything to keep their little birdie safe.

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Tiredly holding onto Anakin’s belt, Obi-Wan let out a soft noise as a warm arm wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into the older Jedi’s side. “Just another half hour and you can take a small nap padawan.” Anakin promised quietly, rubbing lightly at his shoulder.

Obi-Wan simply nodded, pressing closer to Anakin’s side as the conversation of the council and Master Qui-Gon washed over him in a low buzz. The healers had only just allowed him out of bed and cleared him for field work.

Light field work.

Apparently the observation of the troopers on Kamino was considered light, though, considering it would be Anakin doing most of the notes and decision along with Qui-Gon and Ti, that wasn’t really all that surprising.

Obi-Wan suspected that he would end up following Cody and Rex around for the most part.

The latter had been hovering a lot since Obi-Wan had entered the Resolute, following only a few steps away from him at all times and every time Obi-Wan as much as sniffled or swayed a bit in place, he could feel the poor captain’s anxiety rise.

He knew why.

He knew why the entire 501st got so antsy about him.

He wasn’t ignorant after all and while he didn’t feel so good about making them worry, it was nice to know they cared about him, just as they had cared about Ahsoka before she left.

Pressing his face to Anakin’s side, feeling his head throb a bit, Obi-Wan let the conversation around him buzz as he tried to meditate standing, Anakin’s warm arm wrapped protectively around him.

If the bridge and the conversations grew a bit quieter without the tired and healing padawan noticing it, well… no one could say that the Jedi and troopers didn’t care about younglings and tried to indulge them as best they could in these hard times.

so for floralskin I have a prompt. palps doesn’t realize that Ani has already found his soulmate so he thinks that Ani is all hung up on Padme still. So he casually mentions that there might be a way to link their souls through a force bond that would make them soul mates and override whoever her soul mate really is. so it harkens to the opera scene where he is all like «that is not something Jedi can do» but he doesn’t realize that the interest that Ani is feeling is really horror at the idea.

Pulling his soulmate with him, holding onto the others hand, Anakin felt his heart throb with panic as he almost ran out of the theater he had been invited to.

He wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere but where the Chancellor was, desperately stuffing his wild panic behind his shields along with his fear and anger as he clung to Rex hand, pulling his soulmate with him.

Rex didn’t even try to stop him, though he was sending a soothing, worried emotion through their bond, the other blond recognizing that Anakin needed to be away and therefore waiting to question the other man.

Finally though, in the darkened parking hall where Anakin had stashed the skycar earlier, Anakin slowed to a stop, shuddering before he turned and pulled Rex to him, pulling the helmet off with with the Force.

Rex might have had something to say about that, if it wasn’t for the desperate look on Anakin’s face as he reached up with his flesh hand and started gently rubbing the flowers mimicking the scar on Anakin’s own face.

Recognizing the desperation, Rex leaned into the touch, settling his hands on Anakin’s waist so he could rub slowly with his thumbs in the V of the others hips, murmuring quiet, reassuring words.

Shuddering, Anakin let out a little hiccup before burrowing forward and pressing Rex under his chin, holding onto the other tightly as he nosed at Rex short shaven blond hair. “…Cyare?” Rex whispered into the others throat.

“No one’s taking you away from me, I won’t let them. They can’t, our souls fit together.” Anakin whimpered out, Rex blinking heavily as he shifted his hands to the others back and started rubbing, both bemused and concerned.

What in the world had happened with the Chancellor?

They were suppose to be watching some kind of weird play, a charity thing for the Senators to pretend they cared about clones that Senator Amidala had managed to talk a troupe of actors into with actual vode appearing in the play, giving their own spin on old, classical warrior roles.

So why was Anakin…

Didn’t matter, at least not right now, right now Anakin needed reassurance and Rex focused on that, knowing that Anakin needed to feel him as he continued rubbing, cooing quietly in comfort. “You’re right, our souls fit together. I carry your flowers and you carry mine,” He assured quietly. “Cuun manda slanar tome.” Rex whispered tenderly, smiling when Anakin instantly eased his tight grip just enough to peer down.

Swallowing thickly, blue, slightly wet eyes peered at him. “That’s… mando’a… right?” He questioned quietly. Anakin was good with languages but only the ones he had learned when he was young, having a harder time picking up on new languages as an adult.

Thankfully, huttese were similar enough to rodian and aqualish, meaning it was easier to learn those when he had tried.

Rex tugged off a glove on one hand and reached up, cupping Anakin’s cheek. “It is. It means, our souls go together. So even should one of us fall, ee are simply marching before each other, but our souls are still entwined, still together even in death. Even vode know that.” He rubbed gently.

Nuzzling the hand, feeling the blaster calluses against his skin, Anakin let out a low noise and pressed a kiss to the inside of the others palm. “Don’t say that. Even vode, don’t put yourself down like that…” He mumbled, hands now tracing the blooms of Rex face with more affection and less desperation.

Rex just shrugged. “Some will always see us as simply ‘clones’. But I know you don’t. I can feel you, my dearest tranyc jetii.” Rex reverently ran his thumb beneath Anakin’s eye, trying not to feel flustered when Anakin pressed another kiss to his palm.

“Tranyc?” Anakin questioned quietly, now calmer as he made a mental note to talk to Obi-Wan, get his opinion before he spoke with the council.

“It quite literally means star-burned…” Rex face turned mischievous. “Or sunny. My sunny Jedi.” He teased gently, grinning when Anakin’s cheek pinked slightly.

Despite the teasing name, Anakin smiled, drawing Rex towards the skycar as he took the helmet out of the air, handing it back Rex. “Tease…”

“Only for you. Just for you ner jetii.” Rex countered quietly, tucking his helmet beneath his arm as he followed.