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Soooo Kyber tears, are we going to a climax? I feel like the boys are getting closer to discovering who the Sith is or something. Or maybe Palpatine abducting Obi-Wan as he has planned?

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Meditating with his master is honestly one of Anakin’s favorite
activities in the entire galaxy.

The
utter calm of sitting cross legged on the floor, facing each other,
Obi-Wan’s hands resting palm up on his knees for Anakin to settle
his hands into with the soft scent of incense in the air and the
quiet audio of ocean playing in the background.

Obi-Wan
had found that playing background sounds for Anakin as a child helped
him achieve a soothing atmosphere and it had become a tradition for
the master to turn on the audio when they were on Coruscant.

When
they were on forested planets or ocean planets, Anakin enjoyed those
sounds instead with Obi-Wan’s breathing filling in.

They…
hadn’t done that in a long while however, not with the war more
often then not separating them and also Anakin’s own secrets coming
in the way.

Anakin
had been too antsy since the start of the war, since he married
Padme, to meditate with his master.

He had
been too worried about becoming relaxed enough for thoughts to slip
out and Obi-Wan seeing it.

But
with all the hinting lately, Anakin suspected that Obi-Wan knew
anyhow.

Not
that it mattered, he and Padme were clearly over, regardless how much
that hurt to admit because he still loved his angel but sometimes…
love was not enough.

And
after a bit of research, Anakin now knew that their marriage, in the
laws of both Coruscant and Naboo, was invalid.

They
married under fake names, by law that nullified their marriage,
though strictly speaking, the ceremony had been more for them than
for anything else.

Just a
way to promise themselves to each other.

At
least this meant that there were no proof except word against word
should something happen.

And
Anakin felt that he would have Obi-Wan on his side should anything
happen.

‘I’d
still end up in trouble I bet…’ Anakin mused, his mind hazy as he
and Obi-Wan continued meditating, gently twisting around each other
in the Force as their kyber crystals sang brightly in the Force with
them.

A
gentle sort of amusement entered the Force at Anakin’s thought,
Obi-Wan clearly hearing it as Anakin distantly felt Obi-Wan squeeze
his hands and carefully he returned the affectionate squeeze as he
prepared to pull back to the real world.

Only
to pause, his attention drawn.

He
felt Obi-Wan pause too, curiousness entering the Force before he
followed where Anakin’s attention had gone.

Coruscant
was often foggy and dark these last few years, especially since the
start of the clone wars.

But
Anakin had centered in on a black mass that seemed… concentrated.

Finding
what had drawn Anakin’s attention, Obi-Wan aura turned alarmed,
slightly frightened and now Anakin could feel that Obi-Wan was
gripping his hands.

But
neither pulled back, both quietly observing the black mass, watching
dark tendrils of it reach out and than retreat back to the mass. It
was an unnerving sight and both Jedi understood that what they were
watching wasn’t just natural darkness.

It was
a person.

A
Sith.

Finally,
Anakin pulled on Obi-Wan and drew him back into the real world, the
quarters warm with the sweet scent around them as they both blinked
at each other with the sun shining in from the window.

And
yet they both felt cold, Anakin could feel goosebumps rise on his
skin, visible on his flesh arm due to him wearing a sleeveless top
and he could see Obi-Wan swallow thickly, his skin an awful pallid
color.

Neither
spoke for a long minute before Obi-Wan finally breathed out shakily.
“That was the Rotunda.” He whispered quietly, his grip still
tight on his former padawan’s hands.

Nodding
sharply, Anakin licked his lips.

Both
couldn’t help but let their mind fall back to the words of Dooku.

Of the
corruption he had hinted at in the Senate.

“Do
you…” Anakin paused, uncertain what he wanted to ask even as
Obi-Wan’s face turned more and more troubled, his color slowly
returning to his face.

“…We
should inform the council but I worry about the actions they may
take.” Obi-Wan murmured.

Scoffing,
not letting go of Obi-Wan’s hands, Anakin got to his feet and
pulled the older Jedi up, his frown dark. “We don’t exactly have
a lot of evidence.” He scowled.

Force
knew that the council weren’t ones to normally listen to whatever
Anakin said, even in combination with Obi-Wan.

Hell,
they might even scold them for the joined meditation. Anakin knew it
wasn’t common for former padawans to do joined meditation with
their masters like Anakin did, these kind of meditations were
reserved for learners.

Joint
meditation and joining meditation where one was guided were two very
different things.

Obi-Wan
let out an agreeing noise, unaware of where Anakin’s mind had gone
as he glanced to the window instead, looking to the Rotunda. “…Then
maybe we should go gather some evidence?” He glanced up at Anakin,
smiling softly.

A
gentle, sweet smile.

A
smile Anakin wanted to protect.

And
letting Obi-Wan go to the lions den where they now were sure there
was a Sith was the last thing he wanted.

But he
couldn’t stop his master.

So
instead he smiled confidently, cocking his as he hid his insecurities
behind his words. “Kenobi and Skywalker, the Team out on the prowl
on Coruscant, how could I say no master?” He teased, even as a
sick, nauseating sensation set off in his stomach.

Obi-Wan
only let out a laugh, unaware as he finally let go of Anakin’s mech
hand only to reach up and swipe his knuckles affectionately over
Anakin’s sun tanned cheek. “What would I do without you padawan.”
He teased, playful, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“You’re
never going to find out master.” Anakin chuckled, his heart
swelling at the words.

No,
Obi-Wan would never find out what the galaxy would be like without
Anakin.

Because
Anakin would always go to his master’s side.

Always.

What happens next in AWOLJedi? Are Anakin and Ahsoka getting up to shenanigans? Are Obi-Wan and Cody still being cuties? Will Rex ever recover from his Very Traumatic Bacta-Tank Experience?? (pffft)

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Bending over their game more as they avoided looking at each other to
avoid triggering another laughing fit, Cody and Obi-Wan did their
best to ignore the soft hiss from the bed beside them.

They
had already laughed enough at Rex, the poor man, and laughing at him
while the man was moving the ice bag over his groin to chill down
what was sure to be some swollen… ahem… globes, was not the
kindest thing.

And
Cody and Obi-Wan were kind people.

Most
of the time…

“Oh
for kark sake, just get it out of your karking systems already.”
The captain groused, watching the two play chess since he had been
settled down on the bed by the medics.

“I
have no idea what you mean Rex.” Obi-Wan stated airily, moving his
bishop as he drew on all his skills as a negotiator to avoid
cracking.

Cody
managed a little less, a small snort escaping out his nose that was
disguised with a cough. “Like the General said, no idea what you
mean vod.” Cody stated, moving his pawn to block Obi-Wan’s knight
from taking the queen.

Troublesome.

A deep
sigh echoed from their left. “…The sooner you two get it out of
your systems, the sooner you guys can actually look at me so
we can play poker together, ya di’kut.” Rex stated, a tad dryly
but also clearly bored.

Laying
in bed was not one of the vode strong suit, it never had been and
while some could be more patient than others, it included being able
to do mental exercises or bedbound activities.

And
Rex, having spent ten minutes tending to his swollen nuts, had
clearly exceeded his own limits on said activity range, being stuck
in the sterile medical tent clearly getting to him.

Neither
Cody nor Obi-Wan said anything, only glanced at each other and
quickly glanced away again, both of them clearly on the verge of
laughing and flushing slightly from keeping it in.

Another
deep sigh sounded from their left. “Alright, fine, you asked for
it,” Rex growled out before clearing his throat. “Why do
vegetarians give good head?” Both Cody and Obi-Wan’s head snapped
up in shock, looking to Rex with wide eyes. “Because they’re used
to eating nuts.” The captain stated dryly.

Two
heartbeats went by and then Cody let out a small snort, covering up
his mouth with one hand as Obi-Wan lips twitched and he started to
shake almost violently.

Rex
just gained a look of utter superiority, smirking at both of them
while crossing his arms over his chest, sitting up against the
headboard with his legs sprawled apart and the blue ice bag resting
on his groin clearly, wearing medical scrubs and a blanket to avoid
freezing his skin too badly but still getting his ballsack iced.

“Nuts.”
He stated, tone dry as the desert but his Force aura full of
confident and victorious feelings.

It was
the last straw for Obi-Wan and he doubled over as he started to
helplessly giggle, arms wrapping around his stomach as his giggles
evolved into a loud laugh as Cody joined in on the laugh.

They
ended up triggering each other each time they as much as glanced at
each other, or worse, at Rex, the captain sitting there with that
damned deadpanned expression on his face and the ice bag on his
groin.

“Yeah,
yeah, get it out, laugh it up, just get it out of your systems you
two,” Rex sighed, tapping his nails on his upper arms. “I want to
play poker.” He grumbled, watching as the chess pieces ended up
falling off the bed and onto the floor.

Clearly
that game was over.

And if
he was honest, Rex was happy to have been the cause of both Cody and
Obi-Wan’s laughter.

Until
recently, there had been so preciously little joy in the war,
preciously little delight and warmth and affection.

They
had tried, of course, but even Kamino had at times brought more joy
than they could find on a battlefield as they lost more and more
brothers to death and violence.

To the
war.

Some
brothers just couldn’t deal with it on their own and put blasters
in their own mouth.

And to
see Cody especially laugh… it was doing Rex a world of good even as
he missed his own Jedi.

And
seeing Obi-Wan laugh was balm to that longing.

Now if
he could only get Ahsoka and Anakin back…

‘But
one hasn’t made their decision yet and the other is happy with
their Senator and kids… and Senator Amidala would never choose us
over Naboo.’ Rex couldn’t help but bitterly think, forcing a
smile on his face as Cody and Obi-Wan finally calmed down.

Ogh, I just need more of good master/dad QuiGon in lifeinmusic, pretty please?

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Twelve, almost thirteen years old and yet the boy in his arms felt so
much smaller as Qui-Gon carried his new padawan in his arms, his gait
steady and his arms wrapped protectively around Obi-Wan, one under
his rear and the other around his back.

He had
let the boy cry his heart out, as quiet as Obi-Wan was, he had a lot
of tears stuffed into him and it made Qui-Gon wonder who the hell had
taught the child to repress his emotions.

From
what he knew of the creche masters, they understood children and
healthy development.

But
his mind was quick to point out that not every creche master were the
same and children could be cruel, even Jedi children.

He
remembered his own time in the creche quite well enough still, the
bullying for his big nose and feet still lingering at times.

It was
likely that Obi-Wan may have experienced a mix of it and he was a
sensitive child, hiding much of it with a face of as much serenity as
he could manage while the bullying and words of unaware adults made
scars on his mind.

And
now this sensitive child was his child.

Breathing
softly into Qui-Gon’s neck with his head resting on the Jedi
master’s shoulder, his body lax and relaxed as Qui-Gon walked past
either outright surprised Jedi gaping at him or those that managed to
show some decorum by just staring with wide eyes.

It had
been a long while since Qui-Gon had taken a padawan, yes, he would
admit that and maybe he had been rather vocal about not getting one…

But
Obi-Wan was different.

He was
a child that needed someone else, with the temple being less than
kind to him at the moment.

He
needed someone in his corner, someone that hadn’t looked at him and
rejected him until he showed a special ability.

Someone
that put Obi-Wan first and showed him it was alright.

That
he was alright.

And
while Qui-Gon had been reluctant…

Obi-Wan
deserved to have someone.

And
Qui-Gon would be that someone, he’d do his best and teach this
little padawan that could make music into a weapon and laughed
sweetly at Qui-Gon’s ‘dad’ jokes as it was.

Finally
Qui-Gon tracked the man in question down that he was looking for,
inwardly snorting a bit when he noticed that Jocasta and Plo was with
the old troll.

And he
did actually snort when he saw the surprised looks of all three,
pausing in front of them with his boy tucked to his chest. “I’m
taking him as a padawan, send the registration papers my way
masters.” He stated bluntly before any of them could get a word in
edgewise.

Yoda
tapped his cane on the marble floor, peering up at him with his ears
twitching. “Surprised I am, rejecting all Initiates you have that
showed you we have.” He stated.

Shifting
Obi-Wan a bit, rubbing at his back when the boy mumbled a bit,
Qui-Gon stared back at Yoda while ignoring the little pack of gossips
that had followed him. “Yes. But you didn’t show me this one. I
meet up with him on my own, in the garden, without your meddling
in our relationship. Fodder for thought I’d say.” He stated in a
slightly clipped tone before humming quietly when Obi-Wan shifted at
the tone.

The
three masters watched him, Qui-Gon uncaring of them witnessing his
affection for the boy.

Finally,
Obi-Wan settled and he could focus back on them. “Children don’t
learn to cry silently for no reason. And knights and masters who have
earlier rejected him suddenly became interested. Obi-Wan went to the
gardens to hide. I found him there. So yes, send the registration my
way. I’ll alert the creche masters myself.” He stated evenly.

Plo
let out a small hum before nodding. “As you wish Qui-Gon, I will
arrange for it… as young Kenobi is asleep, he shou-”

“He’s
coming with me,” Qui-Gon cut in bluntly, he had been a thorn in the
council’s side for years, he wasn’t about to stop just cause he
had a padawan. “He’s going to sleep on my couch while I contact
the quartermaster and see about getting a pair room. Now excuse me, I
have a lot to do masters.” Qui-Gon bowed slightly, Obi-Wan held
tightly before he turned, heading down the left hall.

He
also ignored the group of padawans and initiates that scattered when
he rounded the corner, inwardly snorting at the sight of a fuming
white haired child among the group.

Chun,
the child Obi-Wan fought at the tournament.

Hopefully
he wouldn’t be an issue for the future. “We’re going to be
alright Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered quietly, smiling slightly
when Obi-Wan nuzzled his face into the Jedi master’s neck with a
soft, tired sigh.

His
little padawan.

Ogh, I just need more of good master/dad QuiGon in lifeinmusic, pretty please?

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Twelve, almost thirteen years old and yet the boy in his arms felt so
much smaller as Qui-Gon carried his new padawan in his arms, his gait
steady and his arms wrapped protectively around Obi-Wan, one under
his rear and the other around his back.

He had
let the boy cry his heart out, as quiet as Obi-Wan was, he had a lot
of tears stuffed into him and it made Qui-Gon wonder who the hell had
taught the child to repress his emotions.

From
what he knew of the creche masters, they understood children and
healthy development.

But
his mind was quick to point out that not every creche master were the
same and children could be cruel, even Jedi children.

He
remembered his own time in the creche quite well enough still, the
bullying for his big nose and feet still lingering at times.

It was
likely that Obi-Wan may have experienced a mix of it and he was a
sensitive child, hiding much of it with a face of as much serenity as
he could manage while the bullying and words of unaware adults made
scars on his mind.

And
now this sensitive child was his child.

Breathing
softly into Qui-Gon’s neck with his head resting on the Jedi
master’s shoulder, his body lax and relaxed as Qui-Gon walked past
either outright surprised Jedi gaping at him or those that managed to
show some decorum by just staring with wide eyes.

It had
been a long while since Qui-Gon had taken a padawan, yes, he would
admit that and maybe he had been rather vocal about not getting one…

But
Obi-Wan was different.

He was
a child that needed someone else, with the temple being less than
kind to him at the moment.

He
needed someone in his corner, someone that hadn’t looked at him and
rejected him until he showed a special ability.

Someone
that put Obi-Wan first and showed him it was alright.

That
he was alright.

And
while Qui-Gon had been reluctant…

Obi-Wan
deserved to have someone.

And
Qui-Gon would be that someone, he’d do his best and teach this
little padawan that could make music into a weapon and laughed
sweetly at Qui-Gon’s ‘dad’ jokes as it was.

Finally
Qui-Gon tracked the man in question down that he was looking for,
inwardly snorting a bit when he noticed that Jocasta and Plo was with
the old troll.

And he
did actually snort when he saw the surprised looks of all three,
pausing in front of them with his boy tucked to his chest. “I’m
taking him as a padawan, send the registration papers my way
masters.” He stated bluntly before any of them could get a word in
edgewise.

Yoda
tapped his cane on the marble floor, peering up at him with his ears
twitching. “Surprised I am, rejecting all Initiates you have that
showed you we have.” He stated.

Shifting
Obi-Wan a bit, rubbing at his back when the boy mumbled a bit,
Qui-Gon stared back at Yoda while ignoring the little pack of gossips
that had followed him. “Yes. But you didn’t show me this one. I
meet up with him on my own, in the garden, without your meddling
in our relationship. Fodder for thought I’d say.” He stated in a
slightly clipped tone before humming quietly when Obi-Wan shifted at
the tone.

The
three masters watched him, Qui-Gon uncaring of them witnessing his
affection for the boy.

Finally,
Obi-Wan settled and he could focus back on them. “Children don’t
learn to cry silently for no reason. And knights and masters who have
earlier rejected him suddenly became interested. Obi-Wan went to the
gardens to hide. I found him there. So yes, send the registration my
way. I’ll alert the creche masters myself.” He stated evenly.

Plo
let out a small hum before nodding. “As you wish Qui-Gon, I will
arrange for it… as young Kenobi is asleep, he shou-”

“He’s
coming with me,” Qui-Gon cut in bluntly, he had been a thorn in the
council’s side for years, he wasn’t about to stop just cause he
had a padawan. “He’s going to sleep on my couch while I contact
the quartermaster and see about getting a pair room. Now excuse me, I
have a lot to do masters.” Qui-Gon bowed slightly, Obi-Wan held
tightly before he turned, heading down the left hall.

He
also ignored the group of padawans and initiates that scattered when
he rounded the corner, inwardly snorting at the sight of a fuming
white haired child among the group.

Chun,
the child Obi-Wan fought at the tournament.

Hopefully
he wouldn’t be an issue for the future. “We’re going to be
alright Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered quietly, smiling slightly
when Obi-Wan nuzzled his face into the Jedi master’s neck with a
soft, tired sigh.

His
little padawan.

Oh my gosh! More Snails are Free! Please! I don’t even have a prompt I just want to know what happens next!

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Switching between covering his two normal eyes and uncovering them,
Obi-Wan blinked the large eye in the middle of his brows, the eye
moving around with purpose.

Anakin
watched him in obvious fascination, sitting on the same couch with
one leg dragged up on the couch and his body turned towards his
master. He had never seen anyone’s eye move like they were normal
eyes.

Tracking
movements, tracking light or people, no they had always stared
straight ahead, opening just for a few seconds and then closing
again.

Mostly
in response to visions if Anakin had gotten his understanding of it
right.

But
Obi-Wan was now fully aware of the third eye and could use it to see
everything, even if someone blind folded him, that third eye would be
able to see everything.

He
still didn’t remember what in the world he had seen, if it was the
big snail or what, but he had seen something that had caused him to
pass out.

Anakin
wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not, because despite being able
to use the eye, Obi-Wan couldn’t directly see anything from the
other world yet.

Not
really.

He
could see shadows of things, he had managed to avoid stepping on some
of the snails that had been on the floor automatically, though Anakin
had come to learn that people walking around harmlessly passed
through the little things.

And
Obi-Wan could now tell where Pinky was if she left his shoulder and
moved about his arms.

So he
was getting towards seeing the world.

To
seeing Anakin.

For
some reason that didn’t disturb him so much anymore, the concept of
Obi-Wan seeing Anakin’s changed state in the other world.

It
used to.

Anakin
looked like the oddest alien ever, some might even say monstrous, but
Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
cared about Anakin.

He had
already assured him that he would not care about the changes and had
instead asked with very obvious interest how far the changes went,
looking utterly fascinated by the idea of Anakin having a headtail
with frills like the little snails did.

“This
is really strange.” Obi-Wan finally settled on, turning his head to
look at Anakin with a bemused smile on his face, all three eyes
focused squarely on the blond.

Laughing
faintly, Anakin rubbed his chin. “Its weird to see you focus on me
with your eyes like that but how do you think I feel with my
changes?” He grinned at the other.

A
stunned expression crossed Obi-Wan’s face before he turned guilty,
Anakin’s smile dimming a bit. “Oh Anakin, I’m so sorry, I
didn’t mean to invalidate your experience,” Obi-Wan reached out,
grabbing the others hand. “Are you doing alright with your own
changes?” He questioned worriedly.

Snorting,
his humor returning at the question, Anakin grinned once more.
“Honestly? I don’t really notice it anymore. I had a bit of body
dysmorphia about the… well, the tail,” He raised the hand Obi-Wan
wasn’t holding, carefully touching the tail that came out of the
back of his head that rested down his neck. “But I managed to get
around it and it doesn’t crop up as much.” Anakin assured his
master. He didn’t mention that he mostly managed around it because
no one else could see what Anakin could see.

Squeezing
Anakin’s hand, Obi-Wan gave a deep sigh, his eyes tinged with
sorrow and guilt still. “I’m sorry for not asking before, I just…
to me you’re just Anakin, your looks don’t… that is…”
Obi-Wan struggled before smiling at him. “You’re still Anakin, if
that makes sense?”

Feeling
oddly touched and a bit amused at the same time, Anakin snorted and
shifted closer to his master, resting his head on the others
shoulder, letting out a happy little sigh when Obi-Wan instantly
reached up and petted at his scalp. “I get it master. I mean,
you’re still you to me.”

That
had Obi-Wan pause, Anakin tensing as he wondered if he put his foot
in his mouth only for Obi-Wan to chuckle quietly. “Thank you
Anakin, I admit, I wasn’t thinking about that just yet but… thank
you padawan.” The man murmured quietly, his tone fond and soft as
he continued bestowing affection.

Breathing
out, Anakin settled under the hand of his master, enjoying the
comfort as he studied the hand still holding his, smiling at the
sight of freckles on pale skin and callused hands.

I stumbled upon your Jediarecats stories and they totally got me hooked! Read all of them, and came up with an idea, because I own a cat myself, and he does this everytime: he brings mice and birds to our house as sort of gifts. So perhaps the Jedi do that as well, to people who they are grateful for having around?? Doesn’t necessarily have to be anything like mice or birds, but maybe they just bring small trinkets or something entirely different? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!

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It was Rex who had brought it up first, on a rare poker evening as
they were gathered together for once on Coruscant during a little bit
of downtime at one of the rec rooms of the Coruscant barracks adjoin
to the Jedi temple.

One of
the little feline habits their Jedi had that they weren’t sure
about putting on the holonet, just like the Jedi nip they had found months earlier.

“Do
your Jedi give you gifts?” Rex questioned, throwing in his chips
into the pot before glancing around questioningly, eyeing Wolffe and
Ponds before focusing on Cody last.

Fox
ignored it all, having no Jedi and choose to examine his cards
instead with a narrowed look on his face, clearly thoughtful.

At the three who had Jedi confused expression, Rex explained. “Apparently cats give their owners gifts like mice or birds that they caught. Do your Jedi do that?” He asked again.

Woffle
let out a sharp snort, glancing at Cody and then back to Rex. “Oh yeah, all the time.
General Koon is spoiling us technically, considering we’re clones
but none of us are going to complain,” He drawled before shrugging
at the surprised look on the others face, especially Fox. “Part of
their natural behavior you know, I don’t want to get in the way of
it and I like the gifts General Koon gets us.” He huffed faintly.

Much
to all of their amusement, the other commander’s cheeks were
slightly pink, barely visible on his brown skin.

“General
Kenobi does it too,” Cody finally stated, being merciful with their
vod as he added to the pot with his own chips. “He’s the one that
gave me the poker chips actually, after I told him we were using
ration bars and scraps for the pot.” He nodded to the table, all
four of them pausing to look at the colored fake money they were
using.

“Huh,”
Rex blinked, ignoring Fox making a kissy face at Cody for mentioning Obi-Wan and Wolffe’s knowing smirk as Cody flushed. “Kind of him, I didn’t know that.” He glanced at
Cody, the man simply shrugging in response.

“General
Windu gave me these cards.” Ponds smiled sheepishly at them,
prompting all four to stare at their older vod before
dropping their eyes down to the cards in shock, all four gaping
incredulously.

“You’re
telling me,” Fox started, his tone choked as he tapped at one of
his cards. “That General Windu, one of the more hardass and justice
oriented Jedi in the entire order, gave you cards based on the Jedi
order stripping?!” He gasped out.

Cody
blinked heavily at his own cards, staring at the jack of spade with
General Skywalker on his way out of his tunic with General Windu
beside him, his tunic open and his hand looking like it was sliding
down his stomach to go into his leggings. “…Holy shit, I didn’t
think the Jedi were even aware of these things.” He muttered,
shaking his head faintly.

He had seen the card with Obi-Wan on, king of diamond, hanging on a stripping pole in only his leggings with a saucy smile on his face. Whoever had made it had not included the collar the Jedi now wore.

Wolffe
snorted loudly, still looking a bit gobsmacked. “Oh they totally
know, General Koon gave Warthog a plushie of himself, purple robe
included. Someone is getting rich of Jedi merch for sure and it isn’t
the Jedi order itself.” He drawled in his gruff voice, placing down two cards and waving at Fox to deal him new ones.

They
all ignored the implication of Wolffe having a plushie of his General
too, wanting to avoid a noogie from their older vod.

It did
however leave a bitter aftertaste, the idea of people getting
rich of the Jedi by using their likeness, but with the Jedi clearly
not caring about it, there wasn’t much to do.

Not
that clones had much clout with politics and changing them anyhow.

“What
did yours give you Rex?” Fox finally asked, snorting when the
captain raised a brow. “Since you asked, I figured you’d gotten
something too.” He shrugged.

His
words however had all the other looking at Rex curiously.

“It’s
more… little things really,” Rex rubbed at the back of his neck,
sighing as he licked his lips. “Like Tano can’t really run around
and get much but she likes to try and if she can, she goes hunting to
get more variety into our meals, hell, she went fruit picking one
time.” Rex lowered his eyes to the table, grinning fondly.

“And
General Skywalker?” Cody settled another chip into the pot, waving
for Fox to deal him two new cards, choosing not to mention that the
food thing was something all the Jedi seemed to do.

The
question had Rex snort, his face brightening with obvious amusement.
“Tattoo sketches.”

“…I’m
sorry, what?” Fox paused the studying of his new cards to stare at
Rex.

“General
is a damn good artist, if he overhears someone talking about tattoos,
he starts drawing up samples and gives them over so we can use them
as templates for the tattooing. Makes it hella easier.” Rex
explained calmly.

Wolffe,
Fox and Cody all exchanged looks, all equally surprised.

Cody
had known that Skywalker could draw but he had no idea the man drew
tattoo art for his troopers.

It did
explain some of the more complex tattoos he had seen on the 501st
though.

“…We’re
keeping this off the holonet. We don’t need anyone trying to mooch
on the Jedi by trying to befriend them.” Cody finally stated, voice
stern as he could easily imagine some of the natural born officers trying to ingrate themselves to the Jedi.

None
of the others argued, Fox even muttering to himself that they didn’t
need vultures around the Jedi anyhow.

The
Senators were bad enough.

I know it’s your favorite, so how about some QuiObi Moddy? maybe some Obi being naughty or something?

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Now, you could be forgiven for thinking that Obi-Wan was a proper
padawan in all manners, being a detached and serene Jedi.

You
would be utterly wrong of course but so was life, many people wore
masks and with time Obi-Wan had become quite the actor he had not
been as a preteen in front of many a master that thought him
emotional..

To be
fair, not all of Obi-Wan’s serenity was feigned but he had his
weaknesses.

And
honestly, some of his masks was developed because his master was the
most rule breaking Jedi the order had seen in a long time and as a
response, Obi-Wan had gone in utterly the opposite direction.

Supposedly.

Qui-Gon
could often be seen biting back comments or laughs when someone
stated as much, since Qui-Gon was quite aware of the off colored
jokes and surprisingly un-Jedi like choices Obi-Wan sometimes made.

Not to
mention that he often called Obi-Wan for his Imp for a very good
reason.

So it
was no shock that Obi-Wan would develop the most inappropriate of
crushes too, that he certainly did not mention to anyone even if
Quinlan figured it out.

The
bastard had spent a good ten minutes laughing and then patted him
consolingly on the back as Obi-Wan sulked at him.

Still,
that did not change that Obi-Wan curled up on his bed and cuddled his
master’s robe to his face, the scent of the others body and soaps
in his nose. He just couldn’t help it, Qui-Gon smelled so kriffing
good, better than any dishes Obi-Wan had gotten at the most luxurious
of banquets held by nobles or senators and more enticing than the
perfumes of the highest opulence.

No,
there would never be anything more enticing than his master’s scent
and so Obi-Wan had… borrowed, his master’s robe for a small
duration, curling up in bed in only his shorts to nuzzle the rough
fabric against his face and skin.

It
smelled of sweet herb, the kind Qui-Gon denied he smoked in pipes and
of sapir and the musky smell of his soaps.

The
other had gone uniform in his body wash, shampoo and conditioner so
there wasn’t contradictory scents and mixed with the two potent
items as the tea and the tobacco, it made it into a unique scent.

‘How
is karking herb a good scent? What kind of fancy ass herb are you
smoking when I’m not looking master?’ Obi-Wan whined into the
fabric, nuzzling into the area where robe and hood meet, where the
scent was thickets along with the smell of body sweat.

Qui-Gon’s
scent.

Fluttering
his eyes shut, Obi-Wan drew the robe around himself, treating it like
a blanket as he surrounded himself with his master’s scent.

He
could almost feel the phantom sensation of his master’s hands on
his body with the smell around him.

The
phantom sensation of hands wrapping around his waist and holding him
still and he shivered heavily on his bed.

Curled
up on his own bed in the dark, his fantasy swirling around in his
head with the scent of his master in his nose, Obi-Wan missed the
sound of the quarters front door opening and the sounds of boots
being dropped.

No, he
was far into his thoughts and nuzzling at the robe, biting at his
bottom lip only to squeak and sit up hurriedly in shock, the robe
falling around his waist as he sat blinking in the light with his
bedroom door open.

Qui-Gon
stood framed in the light, blinking back at him before a slow,
predatory smile crossed his leonine face. “Well… now I know where
my robes have been disappearing to.” He murmured, his voice a deep,
purr like noise that sent shivers through Obi-Wan’s body,
goosebumps breaking out on naturally pale skin.

Anticipation
thick, Obi-Wan bit his lip hard as Qui-Gon stepped through the door
and into his bedroom, blue eyes focused unnervingly on him.

And
Obi-Wan would have it no other way as his master prowled towards him.

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Carefully pulling Obi-Wan along, Anakin’s mind was buzzing with
thoughts and questions about what the hell had happened in the
other universe.

Obi-Wan’s
words did not put anything to rest and only gave Anakin more
questions but the more important thing was to get Obi-Wan back to
their quarters right now. Luckily, it seemed that people were still
respecting the unspoken ‘give the Jedi space’ rule.

And
maybe Obi-Wan and Anakin’s Force signature was enough to get people
to back off and only watch or give waves in greeting.

Even
the class coming down one of the corridors split up to let them past,
Obi-Wan blinking owlishly if a bit red eyed at the sight of Sith
children.

He
didn’t pause though, only stumbled along with his hand in Anakin’s
grasp, clearly just exhausted from crying into Anakin’s chest
earlier and wanting rest and tea.

If it
wasn’t for the beard, he’d look like a wide eyed child with his
small stature and soft hair curling around the ears from it growing
since his arrival.

Neither
spoke, even as they stepped into the elevator, Anakin pulling Obi-Wan
to his chest and tucking him under his chin to hold the other tightly
to him. His natural instincts of protectiveness and possessiveness
kicked into high gear as more than ever, he realized that Obi-Wan
could have been dead.

And it
was the clones fault.

How?

Why?

The
troopers adored the Sith and Anakin had difficulty imagining
that it was much different in Obi-Wan’s universe.

Their
personalities weren’t shifted that much from the little he had
managed to get out of Obi-Wan and the memories he had seen, though it
had surprised and amused him to see Cody as Obi-Wan’s commander.

Still,
from what he had been able to see, the clones adored the Jedi just as
much as the clones adored the Sith in Anakin’s universe.

So
what had happened?

‘He
took my Anakin… he… which he? Palpatine?’ Anakin narrowed his
eyes at their reflection in the polished metal door, watching how
Obi-Wan was resting against him. ‘Is Palpatine an issue for us in
every world?’ He tightened his grasp on the other.

It was
a disturbing notion, the idea of Palpatine pretty much haunting their
lineage.

Anakin
still remembered the ‘kindly’ old man that tried to become a
confidant, that he had ever so gingerly started to trust only to have
it thrown in his face when they discovered their Obi-Wan.

But…

What
if their Obi-Wan had not been murdered?

Palpatine
had been on his way to becoming Chancellor, what if he had succeed in
little Jedi Obi-Wan’s world?

What
if no one knew he was the enemy?

It was
a horrifying but also illuminating thought and he would have much to
speak to his master about once Obi-Wan was resting.

‘We
speak more about him when he’s resting or asleep than we do when
he’s awake. We really need to rectify that.’ Anakin mused to
himself, stroking Obi-Wan’s back and smiling when he got a small
measure of comfort through their bond.

For
all that he didn’t come looking for it, Obi-Wan did like being
touched kindly.

And it
did bring him comfort.

You
wouldn’t know that from simply looking at his face though, no
outward sign of his comfort showing.

Shifting
a bit, looking down at the other with a small, comforting smile,
Anakin drew the Jedi’s attention. “How about we get to our
quarters and have some tea?” Anakin murmured, Obi-Wan blinking at
him before nodding with a weak smile. “We can change into silky pjs
and curl up on the couch to veg out a bit, become couch potatoes? We
can watch that documentary Qui-Gon suggested.” Anakin stated
quietly.

He
monitored Obi-Wan closely, feeling the shifting emotions that finally
settled on a bit of positive hope and longing. But out of Obi-Wan’s
mouth came a stiff. “That… sounds nice.”

Yes,
what Obi-Wan showed and said and what he actually felt and thought
were extremely different and Anakin grinned a bit wryly as he pushed
Obi-Wan carefully out the opening elevator door, eager to get Obi-Wan
settled.

A
glance to the windows they were passing confirmed to Anakin that it
was still sunny outside, kinda nice for Coruscant despite the
durasteel buildings and the filth below the top and if there was more
greenery outside, Anakin might actually bring Obi-Wan outside again
to enjoy.

He
could bring Obi-Wan to the gardens but right now Obi-Wan needed
privacy honestly.

They
turned the corner to their lodging only for a ripple in the Force to
race through both Sith and Jedi, Qui-Gon’s low voice reaching them
as their eyes came to rest on the man himself.

And
Commander Cody.

“Oh
shit!.” Anakin cursed, both clone and Sith turning to face
them as Anakin’s head snapped to look at Obi-Wan instead.

Having
a clear look at Obi-Wan’s face and his emotions through their bond,
Anakin was an audience to his reactions.

The
way Obi-Wan’s pupils first shrunk and then rapidly dilated to the
point almost no color was left, the way he turned ghost white as his
eyes were unnervingly stuck on Cody with his hands spasming as the
rest of his body went taunt as a bowstring, his teeth grinding
soundly enough to make Anakin wince.

But
more than that was the emotions pumping, hidden below, horror, fear,
shock and an all consuming panic.

Obi-Wan
was moving before Anakin could react, panic stricken and adrenaline
fueled movements with Force enhancement making him faster than
anything.

The
Jedi turned on his heel, facing the windows and Anakin barely had
time for a choked yell before the windows, all of them, broke under
the pressure of Obi-Wan’s fear as he waved his arm, several people
crying out in shock and pain.

Barely
bringing his arms up in time to shield himself from the worst of the
glass, Anakin hissed as he felt it stick into flesh while wind
flooded the hallway with the stink of Coruscant’s polluted air
reaching them.

Lowering
his arms, Anakin let out a full cry as Obi-Wan jumped out the open
window, his panic now flaring loud and clear in the Force as he let
himself fall, bloody glass all that was left after him.

“OBI-WAN!”

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For all that the troopers love their Jedi and their odd feline
behavior, there are times when they desperately wished they didn’t
have them.

Like
the time Depa Billaba had leapt across a battlefield, her long braids
flowing in the wind as she eagerly descended on a shiny spot on the
ground, reflected off the CIS weapons and it had taken the troopers
five hours to ensure every fucking clanker that saw it was dead
and couldn’t report on it.

Or the
time they had spent half a day looking for commander Tano, only to
find the young togruta curled up on top of a shuttle, sprawled out in
a warm sunny spot. None of them had thought to look up at that
time.

And
then there was the infamous Vos VS Fisto incident, two passive
aggressive Jedi, the last thing the troopers had ever expected
seeing, taking potshots at each other by slapping each other
every half hour to full hour and making sniping comments.

That
had been legendary and praise be whoever managed to get that on
camera for the vode to see, because that had been epic and made a lot
of young shiny’s less frightened of the Jedi and more affectionate
by them.

But
that still didn’t mean they couldn’t wish that they didn’t have
those traits now and again to avoid certain situation.

And in
this moment, Fives desperately wished that his Jedi did not have
feline attributes because Fives needed to use the fresher real badly
or at least the closest bush.

But he
was currently pinned down as he had not one but two Jedi
sleeping on him.

Commander
Tano was laying with her head on his thighs, her silka bead braid
rustling slightly against his plastoid armored thigh, her breaths
slow and even. And General Skywalker curled against his side with his
head on Fives shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest with an
occasional mutter escaping him now and again.

He had
been hella proud to begin with when Tano had come wandering, sleepy
and clearly about to enter one of those feline fits the Jedi had. She
had eyed him and the sun he had been sitting in tending to his gun
and then shrugged, coming to sit down and use his thigh as a pillow.

General
Skywalker had come plopping down beside Fives about five minutes
after the commander, grunting grumpily.

And
since then they had both been sleeping.

And
Fives wouldn’t normally mind, however… he had been here for
closing in on four hours!

Hevy
had been kind enough to both give him water and food, Fives free hand
being able to feed him or pet at the Jedi at times.

But
food and water meant that after four hours, he really needed to use
the loo.

But
the Jedi were sleeping on him.

It was
an unspoken rule, just like when animals fell asleep on you, you did
not wake or move the Jedi.

It
just wasn’t done, they were asleep on you, trusting you and you did
not wake them damn it.

Not
that Echo was making this any easier on Fives honestly, as the other
could read him all to well and was standing there with a cup of caff,
slowly drinking, smiling at Fives before making a sssss noise with
his mouth.

“Oh
you bastard…” Fives hissed quietly, twitching a bit before taking
a deep breath when the General twitched and let out a soft mutter,
Senator Amidala’s name clear to them.

They
both ignored that in favor of staring at each other, Fives glaring
and Echo grinning broadly as he continued sipping at his caff.

“I
am going to slowly torture you, spoon your spine out with a rusty
spoon.” Fives threatened, keeping his voice low for the Jedi’s
sake.

If he
wasn’t going to wake them by moving, he wasn’t going to wake them
by shouting either.

Fives
was a good trooper, he cared for his Jedi and he cared for his vode
and therefore he was going to sit there and take it, even though he
was THIS close to actually pissing his own armor out.

‘Has
anyone else ever done that?’ Fives couldn’t help but contemplate
with horror, wondering if he was going to be the first trooper to go
down in history as peeing their own blacks and armor out.

Accident’s
could happen right before, during or even after battles of course,
even Captain Rex had admitted to that and there were incidents but no
one had wet themselves due to their General yet!

‘Fives,
the first trooper in history to go down as he wets himself with his
Jedi clinging to his sid-Oh Sithspit, they’re going to end up in
the puddle too!’ Fives realized with no small amount of horror,
staring straight forward.

With
that thought, the ARC trooper started praying.

In Master Stars, What is holding Obi back from being knighted?

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“And… relax.”

The
steady voice penetrated the fog of Obi-Wan’s mind and made him snap
back, the padawan dropping his shaking arms as he breathed out
heavily, the strain in his body announcing itself immediately.

He was
covered in sweat, patches of it coating his back and his armpits, his
legs and arms were sore and his head was faintly pounding along with
all the other physical indications of exertion.

However,
Qui-Gon was smiling rather proudly at him from the side of the mat,
the master looking glowing and resplendent as always as he came over
and offered a bottle of water and a towel.

Grabbing
both, Obi-Wan eagerly chugged the first few gulps of water before
wiping his face with the towel, settling it around his neck as he
went back to drinking, though calmer now.

All
the time, Qui-Gon was watching him with a fond and proud smile on his
face. “You went through the entire Desert Walker kata without a
hitch Obi-Wan, color me impressed and in awe.” He murmured fondly.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan lowered his bottle and glanced about before looking back up
at his master when he didn’t find anyone watching them obviously.

Didn’t
mean no one was but at least they were being overt about spying.

“That’s
thanks to you master, you’ve been pushing me hard.” He laughed
faintly. After carrying Anakin and giving birth to him, Obi-Wan had
been set back quite a bit in terms of physical and spiritual
education as a Jedi padawan.

In
essence, he was behind his fellow padawans.

He
couldn’t bring himself to regret it though, regardless the
consequences not only for his body but mind and spirit too.

The
body dysmorphia had been a hard hit he had to cope with, coming along
with depression and painful physical consequences.

Qui-Gon
had been there every step of the way as Obi-Wan struggled to stay
afloat but it had still taken time before Obi-Wan was out of that
pothole of pain and miasma that threatened to swallow him whole after
giving Anakin over.

And
when Obi-Wan had finally been ready…

Well,
he had been so far behind the others.

Qui-Gon
and him had worked tirelessly to get Obi-Wan up to the standards of
the other padawans and at Obi-Wan’s request, Qui-Gon had been
drilling him hard to the point Obi-Wan had noticed several masters
taking Qui-Gon aside to quietly scold and question him.

They
had quickly shut up when Qui-Gon had sighed and told them ‘either I
train with him, or he trains alone. He may do more damage to himself.
I at least can stop him when he hits his limit.’ His master had
said in a weary tone.

It had
made Obi-Wan feel guilty at the time… but he had so much to do!

And
Qui-Gon had been a hard taskmaster at Obi-Wan’s own request.

And he
was right, if Qui-Gon hadn’t trained him, Obi-Wan would have gone
off on his own to do it in his spare time.

Qui-Gon
had been there though and when Obi-Wan’s limits were hit, when he
injured himself or was driven to the point of exhaustion, his master
stepped in and forced him to break.

To
take a rest day, be healed, be medicated or to eat.

Qui-Gon
had been there from the day Anakin was born, stuck to Obi-Wan like a
looming hound from hell, scaring away many a would be suitor.

And
that was fine in Obi-Wan’s books.

He
didn’t have eyes for anyone but his own master anyhow.

Soft
chuckling brought him back into the present, Qui-Gon reaching out and
resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You
put in the work, this is as much on you as my guidance… and believe
me when I say, I am proud of you padawan.” Qui-Gon murmured,
pushing his emotions into their bond.

Flushing
faintly not only from his exertion, Obi-Wan looked down at his boots
with a small smile on his lips.

Praise
was something he still hadn’t learned how to take but he was
getting better, Qui-Gon regularly praised him for his progress and
attention to detail.

Not to
mention his dueling skills.

But it
was hard to change a personality trait that had been ingrained from
his youth.

“Thank
you master…” He whispered, glancing up before flickering his eyes
when something caught his attention, a warm glow settling in his
stomach as Anakin entered along with his class.

Their
boy looked around with wide, curious eyes and oh, he had Qui-Gon’s
eyes.

Beautifully
blue and Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to be able to call him brother
padawan. ‘Just wait on us Anakin, give us a little more time.’
Obi-Wan plead in the dept of his mind.

No one
could judge him for thoughts they couldn’t hear after all.