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In modern Jedi, does qui comfort obi about his perants thinking he was crazy? Obi needs a hug

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Stirring the honey into the tea, Qui-Gon smiled softly as he heard
the sniffles behind him, chuckling softly when a warm body curled
into him with arms slipping around his waist, a cheek coming to rest
between his shoulder blades. “Good morning my love.” He murmured
quietly, turning his head enough to look over his shoulder.

He meet the red rimmed
eyes of Obi-Wan, the other snuffling quietly before he croaked out
something that could have been a good morning in return.

The man was wearing
Qui-Gon’s morning robe, the old but still warm blue thing dragging
a bit on the ground, the large sleeves rucked up around his elbows
when he reached around to hug Qui-Gon.

It was an endearing sight
despite Obi-Wan being ill and with a soft noise, he turned around so
he could pull the other into a tight hug, pressing his nose into
Obi-Wan’s hair while rubbing down the others back. “I was going
to bring breakfast to bed, but since you’re here, want to have it
on the couch?” He offered quietly.

Obi-Wan simply nodded,
sniffling lightly again before grunting.

Smiling in sympathy,
Qui-Gon pressed a quick kiss to the others forehead before calmly
shooing him of, watching the other shuffle to the comfortable leather
couch, the redhead instantly making himself comfortable with blankets
and pillows before tugging over the tissues on the coffee table to
blow his nose.

Wincing in sympathy,
Qui-Gon turned and grabbed one of the trays from the cupboard,
quickly piling on their tea, the porridge, a small bowl of honey in
case Obi-Wan wanted to sweeten it some more, the cinnamon and of
course, a banana and an apple.

Obi-Wan always had fruits
in the morning if he could and a banana would be doable despite
Obi-Wan’s sore throat.

After a moment of
consideration, Qui-Gon grabbed the pitcher of water from the fridge
too and some empty glasses, hoping he could get Obi-Wan to drink some
more fluids but he wouldn’t force the other.

But hopefully he’d drink
the lemon and ginger tea with honey in it, it would help his cold.

Bringing in the tray,
Qui-Gon set it down quickly as it was rather heavy and gave the other
a gentle cheek stroke before plying him with the food and tea,
Obi-Wan letting out a grateful noise before cuddling up against
Qui-Gon with the bowl of porridge, slowly spooning it into his mouth.

He visibly struggled
swallowing and Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the others temple.

He got a meek smile in
response.

Originally, they hadn’t
intended to move as fast as they currently were, wanting to take it
slow and move into a relationship at a reasonable pace despite
already knowing each other so well but well…

When Qui-Gon had visited
Obi-Wan only to find the man sick and trying to hold a one way
conversation with his Earth father about having found Qui-Gon and
Anakin, that he wasn’t crazy only for the man to groan and wonder
if Obi-Wan needed to go on medication again…

Well, it made Qui-Gon
aware of how tolerant his own parents had been to the concept of an
alternative life.

He wasn’t sure how
welcome Obi-Wan was with his own parents right now but that was
alright, Qui-Gon was there for him, as was Anakin, who after a call,
had showed up with what Qui-Gon had learned were once clones but now
was a big family of very looking alike people.

Rex and Cody lead the
charge of moving all of Obi-Wan’s stuff to Qui-Gon’s apartment,
the guest room now occupied by said redhead as they weren’t quite
ready to share a bed just yet but sharing a couch was very
comfortable and Qui-Gon hadn’t realized how alone in his own
apartment he sometimes felt.

Another month of this and
he might have adopted a shelter animal most likely.

Picking up the tea,
Qui-Gon gently encouraged the other to take a sip, smiling when
Obi-Wan paused eating long enough to take two big sip of the
sweetened liquid. “It will be alright darling. I’m not going
anywhere.” He murmured, feeling Obi-Wan suppress a cough. ‘Except
maybe to the pharmacy for some more cough syrup and some
decongestant. Where is Force healing when you really need it.’ He
mused, smiling sympathetically when Obi-Wan gave him a bedraggled,
tired look.

Saying nothing, Qui-Gon
simply pulled Obi-Wan more into his warm side and continued eating
his own porridge, the two falling into a mostly quiet but comfortable
atmosphere only broken by the occasional sniffle and cough as the
world outside hurried to work and chores, the town bustling with
life.

Lovely moddy can we have more shut me down, more protective and caring Dokku plus Anakin pretty pleeeeeeseeeee

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Glancing hopefully about the water biome garden, Anakin perked up
when he noticed the silver haired human sitting on one of the stone
benches, shielded by one of the large trees. Quickly, he waved with
both his arms, getting Dooku’s attention and he had to bite down a
grin as he saw the man visibly sigh before he gestured to the north.

A wry expression but fond
expression crossed the man’s face, easing the slight snapping of a
snake in Anakin’s chest despite the man’s initial reaction.

“I’ll see you later
master!” He called over his shoulder as Plo strolled in after,
shooting off in the north direction as the kel dor simply chuckled at
his human padawan’s action, eyes flickering hurriedly over the area
in search of red.

Jogging north for about
ten minutes, Anakin finally saw what he was in search of.

Obi-Wan, laying on his
back in the grass with his arms under his head by one of the lakes of
the water biome, his chest rising and falling in steady motions,
sporting the red tunic Anakin had seen him in that morning before
class.

“OBI-WAN!”  He cried
out with delight, wincing when he saw the other flinch in shock and
sit up hurriedly, clearly startled.

He relaxed however when he
saw who it was, waving in return with a small face crossing his tired
face.

And he did look tired,
large, dark bags underneath his eyes clearly visible when Anakin
crossed the distance to his friend.

Flopping down on his
knees, Anakin stared worriedly at the other before holding his arms
open, smiling happily when Obi-Wan instantly leaned in to rest his
head on the Jedi’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Anakin’s
waist in turn to return a light hug. “Hey… sorry about startling
you.” He whispered.

A muffled hum rumbled into
his shoulder. “Is fine, was almost asleep. Had a bad night.”
Obi-Wan mumbled into his shoulder, his breath warming Anakin’s dark
tunic in the shoulder area.

Rubbing Obi-Wan’s back a
bit, Anakin mentally cursed as this would be the fourth day in a row
Obi-Wan was having sleep issues. “Were you trying to take a nap?”
He winced, guilt welling up in his chest harsh and fast, almost
choking him when Obi-Wan nodded into his shoulder. “Oh, okay, hmm…
okay here, how about you use my lap as your pillow?” Anakin
shifted, sitting down on his arse on the grass, gently pressing
Obi-Wan down.

The other slid easily
down, letting out a soft, tired noise as his head came to rest on the
blond’s lap. “You sure? You feel-” Obi-Wan let out a bone
cracking yawn. “Antsy.” He got out.

Reaching into his pocket,
Anakin pulled out a silver ring that he showed the other. “I am,
but I got this, so I should be okay.” He grinned as he let Obi-Wan
get a closer look as he squinted up at him.

Taking in the silver
details of gears with teeth on each side of the gears inside of the
ring, Obi-Wan’s face furrowed with confusion as he turned his
attention back to Anakin. “What is it?” Obi-Wan blinked up at the
other, blinking tired eyes.

“Master calls it a
stimming tool,” Anakin explained, showing Obi-Wan how he could move
the edges on each side and make the gears move inside of the ring.
“It’s a tool to help me self regulate my behavior when I’m
feeling antsy and energetic and I have to sit still. He has a few
more if this one fails to help but so far it’s been helping me in
classes.” Anakin explained before slipping it on and showing
Obi-Wan how he could use it while wearing it.

It made very little noise
and was just simply there, moving when Anakin touched it, either with
the Force or with his touch.

Master Plo had called it
for kinetic gear ring and so far Anakin was enjoying it, it was
helping, that he knew.

He also had a fidget
spinner, but that one made more noise and if Obi-Wan was already
tired so Anakin wasn’t about to pull it out and his squishy shaped
like a astromech was somewhere in his mess of a room.

For a long minute, Obi-Wan
squinted up at him before humming and letting out small nod, closing
his eyes when Anakin ran his fingers through the red hair and curling
the growing hair around his fingertips.

He could feel Obi-Wan
relaxing into his lap, feel him settling in comfortably as Anakin
massaged his scalp steadily, rubbing down the others nap and back up
in a careful touch, all the while using the Force to work with the
kinetic ring, settling as he peered down at Obi-Wan.

The others breath was slow
and steady, clearly on the verge of falling asleep with the
comforting touch and Anakin’s warmth.

Bonds of affection is cute. 😁 I wonder what the 212th and 501st think about the situation and Tex transferring. And I hope that Ani gets his answers, as long as he plays nice. He semestre decently reasonable in this au.

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Standing beside the General with his helmet tucked under his arm, Rex
gave Cody a slight nod as the vod finally closed the distance between
them, the man’s brow raised curiously as he glanced between his
General and his vod.

There were explanations
due and while Rex was a bit nervous about it, he knew that Obi-Wan
was even more nervous.

The last thing Obi-Wan
wanted was to give off the suggestion that he was taking advantage of
Rex.

Not that anyone would
believe that of the vode but who knew what natural born would think
when they heard, they could think gross and unnatural things in
regards to the Jedi they worked with sometimes Rex had come to learn.

He felt Obi-Wan’s
anxiety spike and with a soft sigh, he slipped in closer to gently
bump their shoulders together in a gentle move, awkwardly trying to
press some assurance through the bond but he was really not good with
things like this.

He would have to ask
someone for help, maybe Ahsoka?

He could ask Obi-Wan of
course but he sort of wanted to give the other a pleasant surprise,
something to make Obi-Wan smile and kiss him maybe?

That did sound very
appealing.

Finally the entire 212th
was gathered, Cody and Rex standing on each side of Obi-Wan, the
captain and commander flanking the general, fully in support despite
Cody knowing nothing about the situation.

Cody had of course tried
to get a read of Rex and Obi-Wan’s face, knowing both as well as he
did, but this was a harder situation to catch onto despite the
actions Rex had taken before this.

Clearing his throat,
Obi-Wan sent everyone a serene smile that showed none of the nerves
Rex could feel bubbling beneath his skin. “I’m happy to see
everyone so prompt to the summon and as we have a multitude of chores
and work to do today, I’ll make this as short as I can,” He
gestured to his right where Rex was standing. “As you can all see,
Captain Rex is with us today. There is…” Here the Jedi finally
trailed off.

The nerves were catching
up, anxiety coiling in him, ripping apart the Negotiator.

To everyone else, he
simply seemed ponderous but to Rex, who could feel the truth, he
could feel the absolute dread building in him, choking and killing
the words in his throat as soon as he thought of them.

Stepping forward, taking
the attention, Rex tilted his chin up and kept his shoulders squared.
“I’m transferred to the 212th. Permanently.” He
stated, calm, steady and only raising a brow when a soft mutter broke
out between the troopers.

But he could take the
curious looks as he felt Obi-Wan’s gratefulness well up inside of
their shared bond.

“Yes. Captain Rex will
be joining the 212th, this is due to a…” Obi-Wan
struggled once more.

Rex knew what he thought
of his own ability.

A liability, one he tried
to limit, one he did not approve of, one that he wanted gone.

Rex felt himself tighten,
his skin suddenly stretched too taunt across his own body as he
turned his head and glared at the man.

The man, not the Jedi, not
the General but the man that he had a bond to, the man he loved. “If
you call your ability a liability one more time, so help me by
Jango’s bones…” He hissed quietly though fully heard by the
rest of the 212th he was now a part of.

He could see Cody with his
head turned, his brows practically leaving his face even as
realization entered his eyes.

Yes, Cody certainly at the
very least suspected Obi-Wan’s ability.

Coloring, Obi-Wan cleared
his throat and rubbed his beard, opening his mouth once then closing
it as he continued stroking his chin. “…The ancient people of
Stewjon has an ability that some would consider…” He trailed off
again, Rex narrowed his eyes even further, obviously transmitting his
emotions through their bond as Obi-Wan shifted with discomfort.
“…Hindrance.” Rex let out an unhappy little growl and only Cody
timely stepping up a bit so he could eye the General saved Rex’s
riduur from the mild verbal lashing he wanted to unleash.

“Ability sir?” He
stated, a small smile curling his lips. “Might it have something
with why the 212th is so well tuned at working together
with you and I seem to have an innate ability to find you?” He
cocked his brows.

Laughing sheepishly,
Obi-Wan shifted, the nerves still running under his skin despite his
relaxed face. “Well, that is one way of saying it yes. My ancestors
could instigate bonds, it’s a defense mechanism, it helps in
creating clans so to speak and I may have… tied a few.” He
glanced furtively at Rex.

‘Enough bushwacking.’
Rex rolled his eyes, turning back to the rest of the 212th,
jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the Jedi. “He’s my riduur.
Anyone that has an issue with that can take it up with my foot. Echo
is now captain of the 501st, go bother him if you got
lovers over there, I’m done with all of you in that regards.” He
stated bluntly, smugly hearing Obi-Wan squeak and feel his pleasure
filled embarrassment curling through their bond as the 212th
started laughing and catcalling.

I love AWOLjedi so much. Love love love it. I was wondering if I could have some more clones and Jedi interactions in AWOLjedi? Or maybe what happened when Anakin left the order? Either works. You’re awesome.

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“So apparently in a lot of
science, scientist lick things.” Ponds announced as he entered the
vode command tent, his tone
exasperated as he pulled his helmet off without looking around.

A
very low, very not a
vode giggle reached him, causing Ponds to freeze before slowly
looking up with wide eyes, finding General Kenobi laying on one of
the big beanbag like furniture they had managed to set up, his head
in Cody’s lap and a goofy smile on his face. “In zoology, science
licks you~” He squirmed.

Without
looking away from his pad, Cody reached down and gently petted his
General’s hair, slowly rubbing his fingers through the copper hair
with a wry, utterly fond smile when when the Jedi let out a soft,
almost purr like noise. “He’s high,” Cody explained for Ponds
sake. “He found a new larva and it spat an ink like substance at
him. The properties in the ink is apparently quite strong and with a
bit of refinery, it could be used as an opiate according to Helix,
Browbeat and Kix.” The three had gone of to find the insect in
question, wanting to test the theory.

It
would be a way to refill their dwindling supplies for those who
weren’t allergic to it at least.

Blinking
slowly, glancing around the tent at the two other members outside of
them, Wolffe and Rex, who
were involved in a riveting game of derjarik on one of the few tables
they had, the two sending amused glances
at Obi-Wan
from time to time, Rex slightly longing and Wolffe’s full of mirth,
Ponds opened his mouth then closed it again, scrubbing his hand over
his hair with wide eyes.

“I’m
keeping an eye on Obi-Wan, Helix wasn’t comfortable with him being
left alone.” Cody explained for the man’s benefit, understanding
the confusion since this was the tent for the commanding vode and no
one else, the Jedi respected the space as theirs, though arrived at
it if they needed something.

Nodding,
understanding crossing his face, Ponds lips lifted into a small
smile.

“So,
the licking thing?” Cody prodded lightly, knowing
Obi-Wan most likely wouldn’t remember this conversation, he tended
to react that way to most strong opiates.

A
grunt escaped Ponds, the man coming over and sinking down into one of
the beanbags as he rested his helmet on his lap. “Apparently that’s
how you identify a lot of rocks and my general licked several rocks
before I knew what was going on.” He huffed.

The
four troopers stared at each other, Cody pausing his petting before
continuing when Obi-Wan whined lightly. “Is General Windu alright?”
Rex blinked.

Throwing
his hands in the air, Ponds groaned. “That’s just it, he’s
fine. But this is a
new planet, who the hell knows what else some of these rocks
contain?” He whined desperately before covering his face with his
hands. “How did Jedi survive without us?”

“Badly.”
Obi-Wan chirped at him, opening his eyes again with that doopy smile
on his face as he tiled his head enough to awkwardly look at Ponds,
wiggling happily on his beanbag.

Ponds
flinched, having forgotten that Obi-Wan was there with how quiet and
cuddly the Jedi was being, slowly lowering his hands enough look at
the redhead.

He was
smiling at Ponds and clearly whatever the larva had spat at him had
also removed his filter for General Kenobi, the Negotiator himself,
to be saying that so bluntly and happy.

Ponds
hoped the other wouldn’t remember this conversation.

“That’s
why we love you all so much.” Obi-Wan continued, beaming at Ponds
still.

Breath
hitched in Ponds chest and he noticed Rex and Wolffe freezing over
their game, Cody’s hand tensing on the pad but he couldn’t look
away from Obi-Wan, his hands dropping fully from his face.

“W-What?”
He stuttered out, he wasn’t eloquent
like Cody but in this moment Cody looked frozen as he stared down at
his General, his Jedi.

Shifting
a bit on the beanbag, limps flopping gracelessly with his hair
curling messily around his face, Obi-Wan just hummed happily. “We
love our troopers. You care. No one cares for us. Admire us, are in
awe but not care. Not like you… not like the vode, you don’t care
for us because of legends or what we can do, you care for us because…
because we’re us?” Obi-Wan blinked up at him with shiny eyes
before closing them when Cody started to scratch his scalp.

None
of them knew what to make of that
confession.

It
almost felt forbidden, as if General Kenobi shouldn’t be admitting
it.

But it
was also freeing in a way, something hard that had been lodged in
Ponds chest for a while suddenly coming loose as Obi-Wan started to
make a low, rumbling noise in his chest.

“Can
you purr?” Ponds couldn’t help but laughingly ask and if it was a
bit tinged with sorrow, none of his vode called him out of it, all
of them eager to have the subjects change before the doped up General
confessed to anything else.

Arching
into the touch, the Jedi hummed happily. “I’m not baseline human,
I got a bit of mixed ancestry so yes, I can with enough stimuli.”
Obi-Wan mumbled out, squirming slightly, slurring slightly from the
pleasure and the ink having converted into drugs in his systems.

Glancing
at Cody, Ponds hesitated before slowly reaching out and gently
ruffling his fingers through the copper golden hair, smiling when the
rumbling sound got ever so slightly louder.

The
vode had loved the Jedi for a very long time and even though the
confession had only come out via a drugged up Jedi, it was nice to
know it was mutual.

‘We
do love you all so very much.’ Ponds couldn’t help but smile down at
the man, his helmet shifting in his lap as he continued petting the
purring General.

ReporttoSanate: what heppens next? The Jedi consul knows about Who the Sith is. At least they are away but how does the order feel about it? The clones? Like, honestly, is a strike force being organized?

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Everything was just coming down all at once now, wasn’t it?

They had escaped the war
mongering Senate and settled in to build a new life while also
finding a very suitable solution to getting the troopers recognized
as citizens only to be told about the biochips that could snap their
wills that were inside every trooper.

They needed to do
something about that still.

Then Senator Organa had
suddenly called them and now they had a Sith
on Coruscant, and not just any Sith but the Sith master himself,
leading the merry hydra that was the Senate.

In
the highest position of power.

No
wonder the war had been going to shit for all these
years and Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but wonder what the man had planned with all the troopers once
everything was said and done.

He
just wanted to return to bed where he knew Cody would be waiting for
him.

Warm
and comfortable with all his ‘sons’ throwing teasing ‘dad’
comments when they saw him and how most of them were still taunting
Cody with ‘buir’ comments from time to time.

Was
it really too much to ask?

Considering
they were stuck in their makeshift council chamber for the entire
twenty four hour cycle, it certainly seemed that way, especially as
they were leaning towards the twenty fifth soon and several council
members had already been hailed by their concerned troopers a few
times and Cody, as the highest ranking clone trooper, had outright
entered the council chamber.

Though
to be fair, he had done so with food and water for all, a knowing and
resigned look in his eyes.

He
knew them too well and he also knew that they had to make sacrifices
right now as they needed to find solutions but Obi-Wan was honestly
getting a headache that was very close to a migraine at this point.

“I don’t think we can
remove every troopers chip,” Shaak rubbed her chin slowly, her
lekkus twitching with agitation and sleep deprivation. “There’s
just too many and brain surgery, even in our day and age, is a
sensitive thing. The brain is a tender thing.” She noted with a
worried frown.

For several long moments,
no one said anything until finally Kit sat up a bit, looking around.
“We might not be able to remove them and deactivating them is
uncertain, but could we rewrite them?” He queried, receiving
puzzled looks in return. “They’re biochips right? They run on a
signal but that also means they should be able to be rewritten like
most pieces of engineered hardware with software, yes?” His
tentacles twitched as his black eyes bounced between fellow council
members.

The more technically
advanced members opened their mouths only to shut them again seconds
later, falling into contemplative silences.

He wasn’t wrong, per
say, the biochips were a mixing of technology and bio engineering but
that didn’t mean he was also right.

It would be a difficult
thing test and could take a lot of time, time they may not have with
the CIS and the Republic at war.

“I could work on it,”
Anakin rubbed his chin, frowning heavily. “But I’d need help of
someone knowledgeable with tissue and healers and a few other
technically advanced people, particularly people who are
knowledgeable about medical technology.” He glanced around.

“A wizard with
technology young Skywalker has always been,” Yoda tapped his cane
on the floor, looking around. “Our best bet this may be, to rescue
ourselves and the rest of the galaxy. Ideas for others someone has?”
His ears perked slowly.

Letting out contemplative
sounds, everyone started to brainstorm who could be of aid in such an
endeavor.

They still had a long
night to go and Obi-Wan bolstered himself with the Force for the
fiftieth time that day alone. ‘I just wanted a warm bed with Cody
in it…’ He sulked quietly.

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Finally, after what felt like an eternity and a half, Obi-Wan cleared
his throat and managed to look at Cody, his hands falling behind his
back, most likely folded like he normally did. “Commander, might I
have a private word with you?” He finally settled on.

Clearly,
the rest of the troopers noticed something was up as several troopers
looked up in confusion before quickly returning to work.

Cody
could still feel a few second him curious looks and he could only end
up being grateful that his bucket kept even his own vode from
noticing he was turning red and slightly panicked.

Yet he
was a dutiful commander and if he was about to be reprimanded for
what he was thinking about then he was going to take it like the
clone he was. “Of course sir.” He nodded, falling into step with
the Jedi as they gave the bridge over to Gregor as the captain.

And
with that, Cody was going to his doom.

With
the cheerful jingle of Obi-Wan’s collar filling his ears as he
followed the man.

For a
moment he thought he was going to a closely located office only for
Obi-Wan to lead him further away to an elevator, not saying a thing
and Cody too worried to ask questions.

He was
however confused when he finally noticed where they were heading.

Obi-Wan’s
quarters.

As the
General, he had his own quarters on the Negotiator.

Though
to be fair, so did Cody and Gregor too, they used the space to hold
their paperwork, as much as he hated it, they needed space to fill
things like supply requisitions.

Pausing
for a moment to let Obi-Wan open the door, Cody swallowed his nerves.
“Sir?” He finally got out, injecting as much of a questioning
tone as he could.

“Please
remove your helmet Cody.” Obi-Wan hummed, stepping in with a soft
jingle, the purple collar.

With
that merry sound, Cody stepped into his fate as he pulled his helmet
off, the door snapping shut behind him as the automatic lights
responded to the movement of people, turning on to show the small
room of Obi-Wan’s quarters with a bed in one corner and the desk in
another and barely any space between them.

Cody
barely had time to take in the little tea set and water boiler on the
desk before he was pushed against the door, his helmet dropping to
the ground with a dull thud in his surprise as lips pressed to his.

A
sweetly musky scent entered his nose as he numbly took in the fact
that Obi-Wan was pressed against his body, Obi-Wan’s lips were on
his, Obi-Wan was cupping Cody’s face with his hands and Obi-Wan had
kissed him after
hearing Cody’s desires.

For
one frozen moment, Cody just stood there against the door, the soft
sensation of the Jedi’s lips on his along with the pleasantly
tickling sensation of the man’s well groomed beard on Cody’s
cheeks.

Finally
the situation hit, just as Obi-Wan uncertainly pulled back, a look of
horror starting to grow in his eyes as he thought he had
miscalculated what Cody wanted.

And
Cody couldn’t have that, couldn’t have Obi-Wan withdrawing from
him when the other had kissed
Cody.

With
a deep, reverberating growl, Cody reached out and lifted the other by
his arse, cupping the plush bottom as he turned them around, pressing
the Jedi to the door forcefully as he kissed Obi-Wan feverishly,
wondering if he had passed out and was dreaming.

A
muffled mewling noise escaped Obi-Wan, his hands coming up to cup
Cody’s head as he tilted his head for a deeper kiss.

Obi-Wan
tasted of sweet tea and herbs and Cody wanted more of that addicting
flavor as he pressed harshly against the other, nipping at Obi-Wan’s
lips as the bell jingled merrily at every move.

He
only pulled back when he realized his armor was an issue, Obi-Wan
letting out a small, pained whine. “Shit, kark, hold on General. I
need to…” He shifted his right hand off that delightful handful
of ass to try and unclip his armor.

“Here,
let me.” Obi-Wan slipped his hands down, easing the pauldrons off
first, his lips shiny and cherry red from the kissing and Cody let
out a small groan at the sight, pulling the other back down into a
kiss as Obi-Wan continued to blindly unclip Cody’s armor.

Cloth
meet cloth as Cody’s chest pressed against Obi-Wan’s, the heat
from under the armor clinging to the bodyglove the troopers wore
underneath and it was only then Cody pulled back enough to give the
Jedi a serious if lustful look. “I… I don’t do this easy
General, if this affects our working relationshi-” He was cut off
by Obi-Wan stealing a kiss.

“Nothing
changes outside of these four walls,” Obi-Wan promised. “Only
inside, only when we are alone Cody. But when we are alone… I want
you, please Cody. I love you.” He whispered, heat and yet something
fragile trapped in his voice as he stared at his commander.

Swallowing,
something thick trapped in his throat, Cody nodded as he shifted,
moving back from the door to the bed. “I want you too… Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, dropping onto the bed on his knees to lower Obi-Wan
onto it, the room filling with stifled noises of pleasure and quiet
slick sounds.

What happens next with that new ObiRex story?

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Lifting the tent flap and peeking in, Anakin paused as he found Rex
and Obi-Wan curled up in bed, the trooper resting on his back with
Obi-Wan curled up against his side with his head on Rex chest, the
latter clearly asleep with the former gently stroking the soft baby
hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape.

He
only briefly paused when Anakin stuck his head in before nodding.
“General.” He murmured calmly.

Hesitating,
Anakin glanced at his master then back at his captain, taking notice
of how outside of Rex’s armor and Obi-Wan’s boots and armor
pieces, both were fully dressed beneath the blanket.

“He
won’t wake, he’s too tired sir,” Rex stated when he noticed
where Anakin was looking. “I think we could bang pots and pans or
blasters by the tent and he’d sleep through it.” He tacked on,
glancing worriedly down at the man pressed to his chest.

Stepping
in, assured by Rex, Anakin frowned. “He’s that bad off?” He
murmured, still on the quieter side just in case.

Rex
shrugged as well as he could with obi-Wan on his chest. “He hasn’t
been sleeping properly for a week practically, what sleep he’s
managed to snag felt fragmented or uneasy at best.” The clone
captain explained quietly.

Rubbing
his chin, Anakin thoughtfully threw his mind back over Obi-Wan’s
tea.

Now
that Rex was saying it, he started to remember just how many cups of
caffeinated and mildly stimulating teas the other had been drinking.
“…Might want to check him for stims if you can get him to go to
Helix.” He finally murmured.

Rex
face tightened in displeasure but he nodded sharply, still rubbing
the soft hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape in a soothing, tender motion. “I’d
get up and salute you sir but if I move that much, he will wake,
regardless how tired he is.” He settled on, quieter now, obviously
in thought.

Glancing
around Obi-Wan’s tent, taking in the folded robe over a rickety
chair and the pads on the table along with an abandoned cup of tea,
Anakin gave a hum. “Rather he sleep if he’s settled as nicely as
you are implying…” Anakin settled on.

Silence
descended between them, only broken by the slight snoring noise
escaping Obi-Wan’s mouth and nose, the redheaded mouth slightly
ajar.

Finally
Rex let out a deep sigh. “Sir, I don’t want to be impetuous but
may I ask what you’re doing here? What it is you want?” He
gingerly questioned, staring at Anakin with knotted brows, amber eyes
full of obvious worry.

By the
way his arm was curled around Obi-Wan while stroking the soft hairs,
Anakin suspected the other was worried he’d wake the older Jedi.
That Anakin had come to demand answers despite Obi-Wan promising him
them later. “Just… wanted to ask why you picked Echo to take over for you,” He
admitted with some abashment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not to
offend him but I know why he’s named Echo.” Anakin quickly added
when Rex’s brows raised.

A
little snort escaped Rex before he nodded. “Of course sir, I can
see why… well, I picked Echo because he’s meticulous but adapts
well to battle and initiative, he would manage to cope well with your
flexibility and innovative method on the battlefield. Plus I know you
find his humor appealing.” The captain explained steadily with a
slight grin, humming slightly when Obi-Wan shifted against him with a
little noise.

They
both paused, watching Obi-Wan, waiting until the Jedi was clearly
settled before Anakin spoke. “I can see why you’d pick Echo then
in front of his other vod,” He noted quietly, musing on it before
focusing back on Rex. “Does he know?” Anakin chuckled slightly,
neither agreeing or denying he he liked Echo’s brand of humor.

He got
a head shake in return. “No, not yet. I haven’t had time to
inform him between the meeting and this…” Rex confessed
sheepishly, Anakin noting with some amusement that the others ears
and cheeks were turning slightly pink.

Snorting
slightly, Anakin gave a nod, his grin widening slightly. “At ease
Rex, I can inform him on my own that he’s taking over your
position. Do you want me to inform him why?” He raised his brow.

Rex
glanced down at Obi-Wan, his eyes softening with tenderness before he
nodded. “I don’t mind if you tell him,” Rex whispered, pressing
his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “I don’t mind at all…”

Feeling
like he was intruding on something extremely private, Anakin gave a
sharp nod and quickly slipped out, closing the tent flaps behind him
as Rex murmured quietly loving words against the others skin.

Oh frick frack, ObiWan is so cute in awoljedi with his lizard! I bet he’s finding lots of creatures!

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Coruscant was in uproar and people were throwing tantrums left and
right as the information of the Jedi’s departure and abandonment of
the Republic spread but the Jedi and the troopers of Vercopa saw none
of that as they were making their new homes.

A
new Jedi temple was under construction, vaporators and
disinfectant water machines were being set up for water from the
ocean and the melted ice, farms were being set up, homes of various
desire for the troopers were being set up.

Some wanted to live
together, some wanted to set up their own small huts and others again
were carefully trying to hint to their Jedi that they would want to
live close to them.

Actually live in the Jedi
temple to come and not in a hut of their own or one of the shared
barracks that were being constructed.

By the frustrated look on
Commander Razza’s face, he was this
close to just outright telling General Varoka bluntly that he wanted
to move in with him and his four felines.

Not
that Cody was doing much better as he was tracking down his own
General through the nearby untouched forest, Cody was very close to
asking Obi-Wan to move in with him in the still under construction
temple.

Pushing
a branch out of his face, Cody paused, an overwhelming fond sensation
rising in his chest as he finally caught sight of his General in a
grassy clearing a bit in front of him.

As
he had been doing for most of these weeks since they arrived, Obi-Wan
was studying another new creature he had found, his green eyes wide
in fascination as he laid on his chest on the ground, studying a
crystal like larva thing that caught the light around it, a pad by
Obi-Wan’s left hand that he had most likely been taking notes and
pictures on.

The
freedom to actually study life around him was something Obi-Wan had
taken to cautiously at first before throwing himself into it, the
freedom of not having any duties and only having scheduled shifts to
build and have meetings with his fellow council members leaving the
Jedi time for leisure as the man saw it.

Research
was leisure for Obi-Wan, cataloging all these fascinating new breeds
of animals and insects around them.

Quietly
approaching and stopping by the man, Cody raised a brow at his
General when the man tilted his head to look up at him. “Cody, Cody
look at this thing.” He whispered excitedly, his eyes somehow
growing wider and this close, Cody could see there were leaves stuck
in the man’s unusually disheveled hair.

Unable
to resist, a small smirk crossed Cody’s face even as he felt
something in him ease at the sight of his General so happy. “I
can see, what is it?” He questioned as he tried not to stare at
Obi-Wan.

When
had the man looked so genuinely happy?

He
had fleeting moments of it in the war, but mostly it was contentment
and a rare moment of genuine happiness.

The
rest of it had been a mask as stress, fear, worry and concern took
it’s toll on everyone, sleepless nights driving many a Jedi to the
extreme to try and keep up as Obi-Wan had not been the only one among
the Jedi to abuse stims and meditation to try and keep on top of his
work load.

Several
had given themselves adrenaline, caffeine or cortisol overdoses
before the medics had managed to catch on and ban those showing
issues from the stims.

Obi-Wan
had given himself two of them and he had given himself low glucose
along with permanently lowered immunity system and Helix was still
keeping a close eye on the Jedi.

It
wouldn’t shock Cody if others of the 212th
was keeping an eye on Obi-Wan at this moment but were respectful
enough to leave him in peace to enjoy his research.

Instead
of voicing any of that, Cody instead watched Obi-Wan’s face bloom
with joy at Cody’s interest. “It’s a larva, a crystal like
larva but see, the crystal like appendages are really frills that are
rather slimy.” He cheerfully informed Cody before turning his head
back, taking in the detail of the bug.

“Are
you sure it’s safe to be this close to it? We still don’t know a
lot about the animal or plant life on the planet Obi-Wan.” Cody
pointed out carefully, trying not to think too much about the lizard
that had bitten Obi-Wan or that snake that had bitten Madam Nu and
had sent the Archivist to the healers and medics when she puffed up
due to an allergic reaction to the venom.

“Oh,
I’m sure it’s completely harmle-” Obi-Wan stared only to yip in
shock when the larva, most likely feeling threatened by the vibration
of the big ‘animals’ around it, suddenly spat what could only be
described as ink to Cody, right into the Jedi’s face, the man
flailing backwards with his face covered in the black substance,
clearly some of it in his mouth as he spat and gagged a bit.

Cursing,
Cody reached down and hauled the man to his feet, Helix already
barging into the clearing with wide eyes and a bag in hand. ‘Called
it, keeping him under observation.’ Cody thought, grateful to see
his vod as he pushed Obi-Wan towards the man, the Jedi still hacking
and spluttering up ink and trying to wipe it out of his eyes.

The
hazards of a new planet was certainly interesting.

Can you please write something fluffy where Ahsoka is sick so Anakin takes care of her? Maybe even obi wan as well? Love your stuff!!

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Of all the things Anakin hadn’t expected after that stupid mission
to Tatooine with Jabba the hutt’s son, it was for both Obi-Wan and
Ahsoka to fall sick.

But
there were a lot of airborne diseases on Tatooine actually, caught in
the sand corns and transported around by the wind that shifted the
sand and made the dunes sing. And Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had not
experienced dune flu.

Anakin,
in his childhood as a slave on Tatooine, had experienced it and
developed immunization to it afterward, him breathing in the virus in
the air and in the sand as it was whipped up by wind did nothing to
him except make him slightly more temperamental and a bit feverish.

Ahsoka
and Obi-Wan however went down hard.

Both
had bone rattling chills, high fevers, muscle aches, fatigue,
vomiting and runny noses and both were miserable.

Anakin
could only praise whoever made the troopers armor for making sure the
helmets had filters that took care of anything of it, the idea of
both the 212th and 501st coming down with it
was horrifying as there weren’t that many medics.

Especially
since there weren’t really any way to treat dune flu, only treat
the symptoms and use things like anti-nausea, painkillers and fever
reducers.

Well,
Anakin was quite happy to take care of both Jedi, making sure they
took the medications the medics gave them before he settled into the
tent with the two.

So
that left them on the floor on two mattresses pushed together with
several blankets and pillows to provide comfort and warmth with the
two curled up into Anakin, his arms wrapped around both his master
and padawan as he gently stroked Ahsoka’s monteral and his master’s
hair, uncaring of the fevered sweat coating his glove and skin.

Once
in a while, one or both of them would shift and cough harshly into
the provided tissues from the tissue box before making something
between a whine and a hoarse whimper from chest and throat pain from
the way their muscles were contracting.

Dune
flu was not a pleasant thing for sure and Anakin pressed his lips to
Ahsoka’s monteral with a dark frown as he felt the heat from her
skin. “You two sure you aren’t hungry yet?” He murmured
quietly, leery of any potential headaches as the wind whipped in a
quiet howl outside the tent.

Earlier
he had tried to convince them to eat some vegetable broth he had made
only for Obi-Wan to outright refuse while looking green and Ahsoka to
vomit it up moments after swallowing. If it wasn’t for that, Anakin
would insist they eat but it was better not to risk it if it would
just come as fast as it came down.

Coughing
wetly, Obi-Wan shook his head mutely, one of the few times Anakin had
actually seen him silent.

He
didn’t like it at all, he had once hoped to find Obi-Wan quiet but
now that he had him quiet, he really didn’t like it.

“No
thanks.” Ahsoka mumbled, pressing her head into Anakin’s
shoulder, her breathing thick and raspy.

Pressing
a kiss to her monteral, Anakin gave a slow nod and just pulled them
more into him, feeling them both shuffle for the warmth for a second
before settling again. “That’s alright, just tell me if you two
need anything.” He murmured tenderly before settling back against
the tent wall behind him, grateful the troopers had the foresight to
put the tent against the rock outcropping to use as an insulating
wall.

Shuffling
at the words, Obi-Wan let out a quiet noise, lifting his sweaty face
from Anakin’s chest to look at him with fever shiny eyes. “Wata?”
He croaked out more than he spoke but despite how mangled the word
was, Anakin still understood.

Promptly,
he summoned Obi-Wan’s water bottle and used the Force to hold it to
Obi-Wan’s lips, the master not even making a grimace at the display
of frivolous Force use. He just quietly drank two small sips and then
settled back into Anakin’s chest.

“It’s
alright… I’m here.” Anakin whispered, holding onto two of the
most important people in his life.

OMG I loved the latest AWOL Jedi. The Clone’s and Jedi going off together! A dream come true. Obi-Wan seeming happy and relaxed. Please tell us what happens next? (and some more happy clone-jedi interactions maybe?🥺)

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It
started as a joke among the troopers really.

Drugging
the Jedi’s water supply to make them more impressionable so they
would listen to reason when the troopers preformed their case.

In
the end, that was what they had done, a week after the younglings had
been attacked while on their little expedition to the wookie arts
exhibition, the only reason none of them got seriously hurt being the
intervention of two of the wookie artist and the troopers themselves
covering for the crechemaster’s escape and gathering of their young
charges.

Little
Billa head wound was still a matter of great anger among the troopers
but she recovered from it quite easily and without a scar but the
sight of a five year old bleeding fiercely in the arms of Dolan had
still caused an uproar among them.

And
the wookie artist themselves, despite being artist, had been a great
help as they proved that under all that fur was a massive amount of
muscles.

The
Jedi had all firmly retreated into the temple properly, no longer
leaving at all even for small expeditions of compassion to the under
privileged areas of Coruscant or for personal reasons like visiting
friends outside of the temple.

That
was when they had inducted the drugs into the temple’s water
supply, while also setting up guards because seriously, why was it so
easy to get to the electrical and water supply of the Jedi temple?

They
ran on a separate one from the majority of Coruscant, even the Senate
fat cats!

If
the Separatist had found this out in the start then they could easily
have harmed not only the Jedi in the field but the ones on Coruscant
that did not leave.

Was
it ethical of the troopers to drug the Jedi’s water supply?

No,
they were totally aware it was not ethical on any level, that
drugging an unknowing person was outright illegal and to be drugging
people who trusted them, who depended on them, was even worse a
betrayal really.

Was
it necessary?

Yes,
it was absolutely necessary in the eyes of the troopers.

They
would argue it until the hills of every planet crumbled, it was
deeply necessary for the Jedi temple’s water supply, that also
converted into fresh air in certain pumps in the temple, to be
drugged for
a good week.

Just
enough for the Jedi to not be as rigid when an entourage of eight
clone commanders and captains showed up and politely requested to
speak with the gathered High council, marshal commander Cody in the
front as the highest ranking clone trooper there was due to General
Kenobi’s constant promotion of the man.

It
was a passionate but contained speech, preformed mainly by Cody but
with the others chiming in now and again, from Wolffe’s growled
words to Bly’s careful ones and Rex’s more defeated tone.

Maybe
it was the drug in the water supplies and in the air, maybe it was
the Force that the troopers weren’t trained for or maybe it was the
council finally realizing the danger they were in.

That
all the Jedi were in.

But
whatever it was, they listened and then they agreed.

After
that came a week of careful investigation and research along with
slow packing though the creche and Hall was not touched as no one
wanted up upset the children or the healers to be in chaos in case of
the worse case scenario, clone troopers working alongside Jedi to
find a space for them.

It
had to be a planet with oxygen, gravity, rich flora and fauna,
outside of Republican or Separatist space but
still near enough the trade routes in case they needed to trade for
supplies
and most importantly of all… it had to be uninhabited.

That
left the
unknown regions
as all core worlds, mid rims and outer rims were full of people or
ownership.

And
so they researched.

Finally
they found a planet, past
Ilum and when the Jedi had seen it, they had clearly been confused
because while it had ice just as Illum, it was also half covered in
forest on one side, a mix of tropical with oceans and the rest being
coniferous in nature.

It
should have been prime market, it should have almost been fought over
and yet here it was, pristine and untouched as if it had simply been
waiting on the Jedi to find them.

The
water was for the most part not drinkable but with the ice… they
could make it work and several Jedi went to work the moment they
arrived to make vaporators in the tropical section, drawing the
humidity from the air.

They
would have water, enough for everyone and luckily, most of the
aquatic Jedi were content with the salt water or the lakes for now
for hydrating swims as they all got started on making a new home on
their new planet.

“So,
what do you think we should call our new home?”
The
master of the order had asked marshal commander Cody.

Glancing
around, flushing under his helmet as he took notice of Obi-Wan
smiling warmly at him, Cody let out a small grunt before shrugging.
“Vercopa sounds good to me sir.” He finally told Mace, ignoring
Obi-Wan’s little knowing
chuckle and his own vode’s little sniggers and snorts.

After
all, this planet was their hope.

Hope
for a new life.