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For feralchild, Obi-wan hasn’t lived up to his name in a while. Can we see him being an absolute feral terror?

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Standing
in a lose parade rest, Obi-Wan lazily observed the bridge and the
view-finder, peering
at the glittering stars and the sight of Kamino blue and dangerous
blow them
before he
slowly turned
and peered
in amusement at his apprentice, watching Anakin stretch his long body
as far as he can across four trooper’s body.

In
the end was Rex, looking wholly amused as he petted his General’s
hair, the three other looked a bit bemused but content with the one
at the end of Anakin’s legs playing with the flap of Anakin’s
boot’s, visibly fascinated with the fastening.

“Having
fun little monster?” Obi-Wan drawled, getting the blond’s
attention.

“Mine.”
Was all that came out of the others mouth and Obi-Wan chuckled,
nodding as
Anakin spread himself even more out over the troopers lap, clearly
marking the 501st
as his and he was more than happy to be open about that claim as he
laid out over their laps like a giant feline ready for petting,
something Rex was obliging the little possessive monster with, not
that Obi-Wan would call him out on that.

After
all, Obi-Wan wasn’t the only possessive one and he really had no
ground to stand on when it came to displays of possessiveness by
other Sith, after all, Obi-Wan was no hypocrite.

Obi-Wan
was many things, possessive, angry, feral, wild and a very good
actor, but he was no hypocrite and freely admitted to his traits that
often helped him rise in the ranks of the Sith. His arrogance on the
other hand could at times be a problem but Obi-Wan felt he was owed
some for the way he could make others cower for him with just a look
and a flash of his fangs.

“General?”

Jumping
a bit, shaken from his thoughts, Obi-Wan turned smoothly to face Cody
as the other settled at his side on the bridge, a curious look on his
face as Qui-Gon followed the marshal commander to the redhead’s
side. “Commander Cody, Master.” Obi-Wan nodded to them, crossing
his arms over his chest.

A
soft chuckle escaped Qui-Gon’s mouth. “So, a brand new ship,
brand new army and everyone accounted and settled out throughout the
rather massive ship you apparently got made by Kuat of Kuat in
secret. That mean’s you have a goal, especially as you left Plo in
charge of terrifying the Kamino’s and keeping your boys safe.”
The old man stated, the question lingering in his voice as golden
eyes sparkled with hidden battle lust with amber eyes settling on
Obi-Wan in curiosity, the question burning in Cody’s eyes.

Actually,
everyone’s curiosity and interest was skirting Obi-Wan’s senses,
loud and insistent and wondering.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan cocked his head before chuckling softly at them. “I
imagine it’s about time I tell everyone where we’re going.”
Curiosity turned to excitement, some dread but most of all, desire
for battle.

This
army had been raised and breed to fight
and that desire was deep in their bones even if some were more wary.

It
was time to use those skills and make sure they came back safe and
sound.

But
they were three Sith and therefore Obi-Wan was quite certain they
would survive.

After
all, their targets were nothing more than disgusting slugs.

Flashing
his fangs in the bright light of Morti’s bridge, Obi-Wan felt his
own excitement rise. “Set course for Nal Hutta, I
have an Archon and a Hutt Cartel to deal with.” He wiggled
slightly, unable to help himself.

In
a flash, before anyone else could respond, Anakin was there in front
of him, eyes wide. “Did you find her? Did you find mom?” He
questioned breathlessly. “Is that why we’re going?”

Softening,
Obi-Wan reached out to cup the back of Anakin’s head with one hand,
carding his fingers through the long hair before pulling him in and
pressing their foreheads together. “Yes little monster, I found
her. We’re going to get her.” He whispered softly, the words
gentle and warm.

Hands
twisted into his tunic, tugging Obi-Wan closer as Anakin pressed
against him.

Obi-Wan
let the other manhandle him, still rubbing the back of his scalp. “To
Nal Hutta Commander Cody, now.” He murmured, feeling the bridge
come to life as Anakin shuddered against him, the boy leaning heavily
into him to seek comfort.

And
Obi-Wan would give it.

After
all, this was his
little monster.

There
was nothing he’d deny the blond.

And
for Anakin, Obi-Wan was going to go to war against the hutt empire.

Moddy in old and sweet do Anakin and Obi-Wan talk? How does the council react to everything? Does Anakin make his new lightsaber(s?)? Thank you for all your writing your awesome.

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“So
you gave him the crystal.”

Qui-Gon’s
deep voice echoed through
the mostly empty quarters of the Kenobi and Skywalker Duo, each of
them gone off somewhere else with Ahsoka having gone to find Barris
as
Ben simply
had shooed them all of with the assurance that he could handle a few
hours alone and would go find someone if he proved to get touch
starved or lonesome.

Ben
continued stirring his tea slowly and steadily, the man no more
perturbed by the echoing of an invisible voice than he would be by
bird song. “I did.” Ben hummed softly, glancing up when Qui-Gon
shimmered into view.

“Was
that wise?” The man frowned slightly at Ben.

This
was the moment Ben quietly cursed his addled state as he had
apparently spilled quite a bit of information to his old master.
Information no one but Ben should have.

Information
that would have Anakin watched with hawk eyes at all times.

And
further send him into the grasp of Palpatine or darkness at the very
least.

Taking
a small sip of his tea, Ben mused quietly on it before sighing and
looking up at Qui-Gon. “The potential for darkness is not the same
as always falling for it. And Anakin is not the same Anakin who once
knelt for a Sith master. I have done the Jedi no harm by giving
Anakin, the chosen one as you once said, one of the most powerful
crystals to ever exist.” He stated calmly.

Clearly
troubled, Qui-Gon looked away, Ben settling back in his seat to sip
his tea slowly as his old master considered the words and Ben’s
genuine belief in them.

Ben
had just settled in, having arrived back on Coruscant had been a blessing
for his old joints, the healers had fussed him away once the
council was done with him, though he knew that wasn’t the last of
the interrogation now that Ben was finally conscious.

The
healers had taken time to question him, ask him outright about things
Ben before had been confused about and then gotten a mental gauge on
him.

Ben
was now as capable as any aging Jedi master, though he still needed
tending to with his aching joints and worn down body, the man
confessing to years on Tatooine having done him no favors. So far the
healers were speculating options to help Ben overcome some of his
issues, though others were clearly permanent.

But
they could be soothed ever so slightly.

Some
through medication and others through treatment and some TLC for
an old man, who had spent a long time without enough water to
properly wash at times.

Healer
Marna had been quite insistent that Ben should regularly take warm
baths for his joints and arthritics sake.

And
a new tea had been added on the agenda for him to drink once a day,
once more for his joints issues but also his digestive system.

“Anakin
has started working on the crystals,” Qui-Gon’s voice cut through
Ben’s thought and the white haired man peeked up through his
eyelashes at the troubled master in front of him. “It’s shaping
up to be quite the weapon as he’s letting the Force guide him,
along with the materials.”

Ben
contemplated that, peering into the half drunk cup for a moment,
swirling the tea that reminded him so much of the muddy water he had
picked the crystal up from when he had been rummaging
for supplies and answers in the desert.

Tilting
his head a bit, Ben asked a question without words as he stared up at
his old master in his ghostly shape.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon looked like he was sending a prayer of forgiveness
of to somewhere before he opened his mouth. “He’s still very much
a slave to his emotions Ben. What if…” He trailed off.

Glancing
down, Ben stared at the contents of his cup before raising it and
swallowing the last with one painful gulp and then setting his cup
aside on the coffee table. “Then it will happen and it was the will
of the Force as much as Sidious manipulations. Regardless, I will be
here, watching, waiting… praying,” He looked up at Qui-Gon, the
man staring back at him with a pained grimace on his face. “And I
will fall here. Still praying.” Ben smiled at him.

Dropping
down on his knees, Qui-Gon settled his hands on Ben’s thighs,
staring at him with imploring eyes, opening his mouth
but
no noise escaped him. Shuddering Qui-Gon closed his eyes and then
slowly lowered his head until it was resting in Ben’s lap, the
ghostly blue shape shuddering against Ben as he struggled against the
tide of emotions in his chest.

Slowly,
Ben raised a hand and settled it on the back of Qui-Gon’s head,
slowly stroking the long, ghostly hair, gently stirring the locks and
pressing them down as he turned his head to look at the window,
smiling faintly at
the sight of blue sky and the sun.
“My… what a lovely day it is.” He hummed softly, letting
Qui-Gon sob in his lap like a lost child, Ben’s
hand gently carding through blue hair that he could touch.

OKAY, so in UncertainBeginnings we see Jango sorta starting to fall for the Jedi who cares too much, but can we see Obi-wan starting to realize that he is falling for the Mand’alor. Also where is Dooku and how is it going with Qui-gon and Anakin?

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Jumping
a bit as there was a quick slap of
a caramel hand on the desk,
Obi-Wan turned his head and looked up at the annoyed Jango beside
him, an amused Boba on his father’s hip as he peered around the
man’s chest at the Jedi. “Wha-”

“I
thought you were going to start eating better again?”
Jango cut in acidly, gesturing down to the mealbar he had just
slapped onto the desk, clearly
referring to Obi-Wan’s conversation with Qui-Gon.

Coloring
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat even as he sat up in his chair.
“I-I just need to prepare for the council member’s arrival that’s
all,” He meekly admitted, gesturing to the reports he was reading
off his pad. “I need to present the evidence and our case well so
the council agrees with me.” He tacked on quickly.

Giggling,
Boba shook his head. “Bad Jedi.” He giggled more.

Snorting,
Jango reluctantly relaxed at his son’s giggles. “You said it
Boba, bad Jedi. I’ll be telling Jinn about this if you don’t eat
this and then go to bed.”
He grumbled out before turning, heading the same way he had come
from. “You better be in bed when I return from putting Boba to
bed!” He called over his shoulder before disappearing out the door.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan cleared his throat before reluctantly picking up the mealbar,
blinking down at it.

It
was kelp bar.

The
single mealbar Obi-Wan had ever found to be palatable, slightly salty
sweet, filling and with a nice texture compared to the jerky stuff or
the bland rations.

It
could be a coincidence of course.

But
Obi-Wan had come to learn with Jango Fett that there weren’t many
things as a coincidence.

No,
Jango Fett knew that this was the single mealbar that Obi-Wan
actually enjoyed eating.

Carefully
opening it up, Obi-Wan cheeks colored ever so slightly before shaking
his head firmly, taking a bite out of the kelp bar.

There
was no way Jango cared for him, Obi-Wan was his link to the Jedi
council, the link to keeping Boba safe from the Sith Lord, his link
to not being persecuted.

But
it was nice to imagine wasn’t it?

To
have someone who cared for you enough to hunt you down and make sure
you ate.

Smiling
wistfully down at his lap, Obi-Wan glanced at the reports then to the
closed door.

It
would take the
bounty
hunter at least half an hour to get his son settled and asleep, that
was the minimum count.

And
more
likely a full hour.

And
yet…

Standing,
Obi-Wan made his way out of the office as he continued chewing on the
kelp bar, nodding to a few clones out on the move, smiling at their
endearingly awed emotions. Hopefully that would go away once Obi-Wan
introduced them to the rest of the galaxy,

Or
Obi-Wan
could get them to consider him friendly instead, he wasn’t all that
keen on awe.

Sliding
into the room he had been assigned by the Minister, Obi-Wan glanced
about as he finished off the last piece of the kelp bar, satisfyingly
full.

“…Tomorrow
they arrive, tomorrow the council arrives, Qui-Gon taking Anakin with
him. Tomorrow I’m going to have to argue for the clones safety, for
Jango and Boba’s sake and get Jango to present all the evidence he
has on the Sith Lord along with my own findings.” Obi-Wan breathed
out before shaking his head and moving to the fresher.

It
wouldn’t do him any favors to worry on it and loose sleep.

He
best brush his teeth, change and get to bed just as Jango had said.

Even
as he changed into his sleep wear, he couldn’t help but wonder
about having someone care about him properly, enough to find him and
make him eat.

‘Would
be nice, wouldn’t it?’ Obi-Wan mused, climbing into bed, his
metal arm whirring lightly before going silent. ‘Someone to tuck up
close to, to keep warm with and share secrets with. To have someone
that made you feel better and you could help make feel better.’
Obi-Wan stared into the room before ordering the light off.

‘Who’d
want an escaped experimental freak anyhow… no one, that’s who.
Certainly not a man like Jango Fett.’ Obi-Wan clenched his eyes
shut at that, blocking out the thoughts and tears that wanted to come
with and focusing instead on his own breathing.

It
took him longer than he wished to fall asleep, his mind whirling with
thoughts that made his chest hurt.

Traumabreaksall. I’m curious. After witnessing their favorite war hero break down over the horrors of said war, what’s the public reaction? Maybe destroying the souls of their peacekeepers in war is not worth it? What was the Senate thinking? Btw, i’m fishing here, trying to figure out your angle for this fic, I already know it will be better than I think :)

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Pressing
his lips together as he appeared in front of the council, Anakin
tucked his hands behind his back as he settled in parade rest,
knowing that Rex and Cody were doing the same behind him even if they
weren’t showing in the holo.

Anakin
didn’t like this, he wanted to be with Obi-Wan.

He
had left the other curled up in the bunk, settled comfortably beneath
several blankets with a water bottle settled on the crate beside the
bed along with his robe should Obi-Wan wake up. Anakin hoped not, he
didn’t want the other waking up alone.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin was surprised when Windu cut him off. “How is
he?” The master of the order asked without as much as a good day.

But
Anakin wasn’t about to call him out about that. Not with the
question the other had asked. “Asleep right now, he wasn’t doing
so good when he fell asleep.” He stated truthfully.

“Still
having his breakdown I imagine,” Depa murmured, leaning forward
with a concerned expression on her face. If Anakin remembered right,
Obi-Wan and her were friends. “We could feel him all the way to
Coruscant.” She murmured, much to Anakin’s initial
surprise.

Blinking,
Anakin stared at him before sighing deeply
in understanding.

He
shouldn’t be shocked.

Obi-Wan
had always been deeply connected to the Force and bonded to many
Jedi, if they could feel the aftershock of Obi-Wan entire psyche
broke down from as far away as Coruscant were then it wasn’t really
a shock.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin contemplated what to say before shaking
his head. “He can’t do this anymore, watching people and places
die because we’re at war. He’s had a break now but he’s not
fully broken, he can recover. But if we continued forward…” He
trailed off, watching the council members exchange long looks.

“We
could get him temporarily reassigned to the temple,” Shaak suddenly
said, pulling a pad into view, scrolling through it. “The healers
would write off on it and the Senate commissioner
can’t argue against that. We can work from there to keep Obi-Wan
away from the front lines at least.” She murmured, frowning at her
pad.

Nodding,
Ka-Adi stroked his chin slowly. “Yes, that would be doable and with
how public his breakdown was and the massive outpouring of support
granted to Obi-Wan, it would be hard for them to argue to send
Obi-Wan back to war if we play our cards right.” He noted calmly.

“We
would have to find someone to take over both Skywalker and Kenobi’s
duties in the meantime,” Plo stated, raising a hand. “It would be
imperative for Kenobi’s health that Skywalker isn’t sent too far
away or in too much danger as he is much too connected to Skywalker.
The same accounts for the 212th
and the 501st.”
He noted with a small frown.

“Assign
their duties elsewhere we can, split them into smaller jobs and
delegate the tasks to other Jedi. Too many jobs Obi-Wan has been
doing regardless, worried the healers have been for a long time.”
Yoda croaked out.

Watching
the council member’s speechlessly, Anakin narrowed in on Ka-Adi’s
words. “Wait, the public? Support?” He questioned a bit
helplessly, unsure what in the Force was going on.

Once
more the council member’s exchanged looks, these long and
uncertain.

“You
don’t know?” Depa gently inquired.

Shaking
his head, Anakin dropped his arms along his sides. “It’s hard to
get news here, at least trustworthy news that’s up to date, so I
haven’t really tried with the feeble channels we have Master
Billaba.” He confessed, a bit nervously.

He
shouldn’t have worried, she just nodded in understanding, stroking
her chin before she looked to Windu to take lead again.

Shifting
forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Windu gave a deep sigh.
“There have been literal demonstrations at the Senate and near the
temple for the war to end and to pull the Jedi back from the front,
in particular you and Kenobi,” He started quietly, hands clasped
together as Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “Petitions to pull
the armies back, to initiate some kind of negotiation, to stop
production of more clones and for clones to be rightfully recognized
as citizens has been rampart. A few Senator’s has been outright
fired for speaking ill of the troopers, since many has rightfully
identified that the last question had with Kenobi being fond of his
clones being the trigger of his breakdown. And then there was the
last few seconds of the shot when the camera saw the battleground…
I don’t think many has seen dead troopers without helmets before.”
Windu noted quietly.

Blinking,
feeling lost and yet hopeful, Anakin stared at him. “Then… what
does that mean for us?” He questioned quietly.

The
council members exchanged looks before Windu shook his head. “For
now? We call Kenobi, you and the troopers back to Coruscant. For the
future? We don’t know,” He murmured, voice weary. “But we can
hope that it means peace finally.”

Peace.

The
word was so fragile and yet held so much meaning.

And
Anakin could do nothing more than hope.

So Immortalplans, does Maul catch Obi? Are they a similar age? Or is he more Ani’s age?

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‘So
that’s the potentially immortal brat. How pathetic.’

The
thought slips through the haze of everyone else around the feast,
clearly unintentional and Anakin feels his spine go ramrod stiff as
he catches the thought. If he hadn’t been monitoring on purpose, he
might not have caught it at all.

Keeping
his hand on Obi-Wan’s head as the boy still chats happily with his
mon calamari friend as she’s winning the tossing game, Anakin
starts slowly surveying the crowd around, tries to catch sight of who
is watching Obi-Wan.

He
can’t though.

The
festival of the Silvering Moon is just too big, the area they picked
has so many people despite it being one of the ‘less’ populated
sections of the festival.

The
Senatorial district is crazy compared to this section.

But
the kids liked it and Anakin understood socializing and showing off
the young ones to the public.

Make
them used to Jedi among them, even the young ones.

And
show the temples vulnerable and softer underbelly.

Now
however, Anakin wanted to lift Obi-Wan up into his arms and run away
with him. The Force faction that wanted Obi-Wan was here or someone
working for them was here. ‘And considering they know exactly what
Obi-Wan might potentially become, I’m betting it’s the latter as
the contract on Obi-Wan doesn’t specify why,
only where he is and who he is.’

But
regardless how long Anakin looked around, he couldn’t find the
person who had thought that damn thought.

Unable
to prevent himself for sneering a bit, Anakin cursed Coruscant and
it’s foggy Force for the first time ever. It had been clouded for
as long as he had been on the planet, the entire planet being more
metal and artificial buildings than organic and that had never before
bothered Anakin as there were still worlds he could visit where there
was so much green and blue.

Hell,
Anakin liked
technology.

But
due to that, the Force that rose from Coruscant was made by the
beings that lived on it.

And
the unfortunate truth about sentient beings were that they could be
wholly selfish, greedy and dark.

That
made the Force difficult to use sometimes outside of the temple on
Coruscant when it was being so foggy.

Feemor
had once told him that when he had been young, the Force had been
clearer and maybe that had to do with the influx of who lived there
but Anakin was starting to wonder…

Shaking
his head, he instead meet Qui-Gon’s eyes, giving him a warning
through their bond that caused his old master to be more on guard as
the man let a small nod escape him before he let his eyes drop to
Obi-Wan, a soft, fond smile crossing the man’s face.

Glancing
down, Anakin smiled too, watching Obi-Wan coo and praise Bant for
winning the soft fish plush she wanted.

“You’re
just too adorable.” He chuckled at them before lifting both kids
up, settling one each on his hip and heading over to the majority of
the creche class, giving Xanatos a nod as the raven tried to
integrate himself to the kids.

‘But
I’m the favorite still~.’ Anakin thought playfully at his lineage
brother as all the kids turned their attention on Anakin the moment
he came close, hopeful faces looking at him for treats.

Laughing,
setting down Bant and Obi-Wan, Anakin reached into his belt for the
bag of sweetened sugar plums, much to the entire creche class
delight, leaving the now forgotten Xanatos to pout.

()()()

That
had been too close!

Glaring
around the stall corner, Sheev sneered at the blond knight.

The
knight had suddenly tensed and then started looking around
‘discreetly’, sensing a threat most likely to his little ward.
This would have been perfect, blending into the crowd, get close to
the little brat and make him pass out but no,
the karking knight had been on guard and now Sheev needed to return
to his master with his failure.

He
hated
failing.

He
hated the punishment that would follow for failing.

‘When
I get my hands on that little twerp, I’ll make him pay for all the
pain I have to go through because of him.’ Sheev seethed, lowering
his eyes to the copper red head as Kenobi laughed and excitedly
clapped his hands as he got his sweets.

Moddy i love you, in worried alpha father Obi is near a heat, what happens if the transport gets late or they have to make an emergenci landing in another planet i just want to see protective Qui Gon and Anakin

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Reluctantly
leaving his padawan in the hands of Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon made
his way over to the captain as the woman argued with her workers as
they stood by the sparking ship, the beta turning away from her
workers when she saw the Jedi approach. “We ain’t getting of this
rock for
at least five hours Master Jedi,” She spat on the ground
before
grumbling deeply. “Apologies about the inconvenience but Ah
can’t do anything to hasten tis, the mechanics need to work the
engines over.” She gestured to her workers.

They
all sent him a look, pausing with their tools.

Qui-Gon
rubbed his forehead.

He
knew he had a bad feeling when he looked at the ship but this…
breathing out, Qui-Gon nodded. “Understandable Captain Marcu,
accidents happen and technology can be faulty, just please inform us
the moment you have the ship prepared to take off.” He rumbled.

She
nodded, kicking at a stone before glancing past Qui-Gon, hesitating
before shaking her head with a deep sigh. “Look, Ah would be givin
yer kit the heat room on the ship but it jus ain’t safe right now.
Ye best keep others off him for now and Ah’ll try to get things
safe for him to store away as soon as possible even if we won’t
take off yet.”

Bowing
to the woman, Qui-Gon hid an inward groan. “Thank you captain,
please inform me if there is any chance for at least the heat room.”
He rumbled out before turning and heading back to Anakin and Obi-Wan,
the latter hiding behind the former.

The
ship had taken a dive for the worse, two of the engines taking an
exhaustion beating and it felt like a targeted attack on Qui-Gon’s
padawan because really?

There
were five betas and fifteen alphas on this transport.

And
one Obi-Wan.

One
omega.

And
that omega was on his way into heat.

Had
they still been in the sky, they would have reached the temple before
Obi-Wan went into a full heat, he’d be in preheat when they hit
Coruscant but now…

Now
he was quite clearly on his way towards a full heat and they couldn’t
even use the heat room of the ship because the captain was worried
about the wiring since the engines went pop.

Qui-Gon
would appreciate her concern more if it wasn’t for the fact that
Obi-Wan was exposed to a lot of alphas with obvious interest in him.

Not
to mention Knight Skywalker.

The
moment he closed distance and
served around Skywalker,
Qui-Gon pulled his robe off and slung it around Obi-Wan’s slender
shoulders, pulling his kit to him and hiding him away with his own
scent. Then
he looked to Anakin. “Can you help them?” He murmured, guessing
that both Skywalker and Obi-Wan had bee listening in.

Instantly
the blond rubbed his chin and looked to the crew and ship. “Maybe,
if they let me. I could get the interior safe at least so they don’t
think everything will blow up.” He glanced to Obi-Wan, watching how
the omega was hiding into Qui-Gon’s shoulder with a worried glance.

So
far he had been standing between everyone else and Obi-Wan, just in
case.

Lifting
his face from Qui-Gon’s collarbone, Obi-Wan sent Anakin a pleading
look. “Least so we can get inside to get things… I need…” He
flushed then hid back into Qui-Gon.

Anakin
let out a low noise from his chest then reached out, ignoring
Qui-Gon’s little unhappy growl as he linked his pinkie with
Obi-Wan’s. “I get it, I’ll go help them and get you into the
ship so you can get,” He lowered his voice. “Absorption pads.
Just give me a bit of time to convince them and get to work.”
Anakin promised before letting go, Obi-Wan’s ears visibly turning
red despite Anakin lowering his voice.

Then
the blond shot towards the ship, catching the head mechanic and
murmuring with her for a few minutes.

Qui-Gon
watched as Anakin managed to get himself included into the repairs,
inwardly breathing out in relief as he tightened his grip on Obi-Wan,
smelling his kit’s scent getting stronger.

“…I
like him Master, please be nicer to him?” Obi-Wan whispered from
Qui-Gon’s chest.

“I’ll
think about it pup, for now, just trust us to keep you safe.”
Qui-Gon rumbled, glaring at the white haired alpha from Alderaaan
that tried to sneak closer, snorting in satisfaction when he
scampered off the moment he caught Qui-Gon’s eyes.

“Always
trust you master.” Obi-Wan murmured, warming Qui-Gon’s soul as
the alpha kept a protective watch over his kit and Anakin tried to
get the ship safe for them to enter.

So, Feral child, Kamino is all good and all but how is our favorite feral child going to get his army around?

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There
was a thick sense of anticipation in the air that had the kaminoan’s
tense and the vod excited and everyone could tell it had to do with
Obi-Wan Kenobi, the one
and only
Darth Carrion as the man skulked around the facilities, his eyes
glittering.

No
one could get out of him what was going on.

Not
his former master, not the Sith council members, not Cody, not even
his little monster as he was so affectionately named, Rex always at
Anakin’s side.

No,
no one could get out of Obi-Wan what was up though when it happened,
everyone could literally see what was going on.

It
started with Cody tracking his General down as he had slipped away
during training, Cody finding the man outside of all things as the
weather cleared up for the first time in several days, the man
standing out on the platform with his eyes on the cloudless sky.

Finding
his way to the others side, Cody pulled his helmet off to give the
man a curious look. Oh he knew Obi-Wan could fully feel his emotions
and all that but Cody had noticed that the other looked more pleased
when he could see faces of people around him and it was safe, so Cody
removed his helmet. “General, is something wrong?” He murmured.

Obi-Wan’s
lips quirked into a smirk at that, glancing at Cody, approval in his
gaze when he saw the others face. “No, nothing wrong. I’m just
waiting for a delivery.” He murmured, turning his head while he was
talking so he was facing Cody.

Frowning
faintly, Cody opened his mouth only to shut it firmly when they both
heard a noise, both of their heads snapping around to look up at the
sky once more. And high above them on the blue sky, a black ship
appeared, Cody’s eyes widening.

For
it to be this big from the planet surface and to be able to hear it
like they were…

It
meant the ship was bigger than anything he had ever seen on screen
before, bigger than the Venetori death star blueprints he had seen.

What
the kark was that!?

Staring
at the giant space ship in the sky above them, Cody couldn’t help
but shiver as he heard Obi-Wan chuckle. “What is that?”
He whispered finally,
hearing the door behind him open but unable to turn and look at who
had arrived.

“That,”
Obi-Wan murmured, his voice the sound of satisfaction, of the lothcat
who got both the pigeon and the cream. “Is the Eclipse-class super
destroyer Morti,
specially designed for me by someone who owes me a favor, put
together in record speed and paid for out of my own funds,” He
murmured before turning. “And your new stationing dear Commander
Cody.”

Blinking,
snapping his eyes to his General, Cody took in the satisfied face of
the man in front of him, his chest throbbing with how hard his heart
was going, his
mind analyzing the ships name, half remembering it literally meant
Death.
This was his stationing?

This
was the ship he was suppose to lead?

Did
he have a big enough battalion for this?

No,
no way, he hadn’t picked that many.

No
he would clearly need to bring more vode than his own battalion and
Cody felt his nerves spasm.

And
yet at the same time…

His
eyes slid back to the giant, almost black ship hovering lazily over
Kamino, giant even from the ground.

It
would be massive up close.

And
it was his
to command, his and his General.

The
General who trusted him and had already started delegating tasks to
him, showing him confidential information, the man ready to trust him
with the result of what must be massive amounts of funds, the
man who called him Marshal
commander, giving Cody the highest highest rank of any of his vode.

Excitement
bubbled in Cody’s chest as much as fear and uncertainty.

Snapping
his heels together and saluting his General, Cody felt the stirrings
of anticipation rising
along
with blood
lust fulling him as his General
continued
grinning
at
him, fangs
flashing in the rare sun of Kamino.
“The 212th
are ready to serve General!” He snapped out before turning, moving
sharply through the few
Sith and gathered vode that had come to see the large ship hanging
over them.

He’d
find those that would serve with the 212th
on
Morti,
he would get everything ready.

He’d
be the best karking commander ever and that was a promise to any
goddesses listening to him.

Obi-Wan, the so called perfect Jedi but you and we all know that isn’t strictly true. So how about writing something fun with that?

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Now,
some would say that Obi-Wan was the pinnacle of a ‘perfect’ Jedi,
would hold him on a pedestal and claim that his strive to e a
‘better’ Jedi than those around him was what made him better or
his appearance of being without attachment and obeying laws, rules
and the Council.

Those
people would of course be totally wrong but there wasn’t much
Obi-Wan could do to change that perception as he well knew with
Anakin, who often tooted and rolled his eyes about Obi-Wan being the
Council’s poster boy.

And
if one of the people closest to him couldn’t figure it out…

Well,
fuck, then there’s no hope for the rest, even if Mace and Yoda at
least gets that he has attachment and keep an eye on him at times.

And
therefore it is Obi-Wan’s solemn duty…to kark with their
understanding.

Which
is why he in secret gets heelys implanted into his new boots, working
on them in the dead of the night or in his quarters on the Negotiator
to make sure no one will notice the little wheels now hidden inside
his footwear.

It
takes a month, Obi-Wan would blame that on him fucking up his hand
and needing to take it easy with his right hand and therefore not
being able to do detail work or heavy work but finally they are done
and Obi-Wan tests them out for a bit before giggling in delight.

He’d
deny that though, if anyone figured it out and asked, he’d say loud
laughing.

And
Obi-Wan has the solemn duty to introduce them on his way to the
council meeting, with Anakin at coming with Ahsoka on a day they are
going to meet at said council meeting.

Stepping
out of his quarters, Obi-Wan had to shove his excitement under
several layers of shielding as he gave a bland smile to the knights
outside their own quarters.

And
then he started gliding forward, hearing the hall go silent as he
slid forward easily on the heelys as he had planned.

He
had to contain a wince when he heard something shatter against the
ground, something of glass but he had a meeting to go to and that
meant that he couldn’t stop.

“Obi-Wan,
there you ar-ah!” Anakin stared at him as Obi-Wan slid to his side,
the redhead smiling benevolently up at the other. “Ah… Obi-Wan?”
He swallowed, Ahsoka peering around her master with wide eyes at the
master Jedi.

“Yes
Anakin? Is there something wrong?” Obi-Wan questioned warmly,
beaming at the other while inwardly trying to keep his cackling down.

Shaking
his head, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again, clearly
unsure what to say.

“Well
then, let’s not dally, the council is waiting on us.” Obi-Wan
mock chided then started sliding forward again, struggling against
the urge to laugh as he heard a soft wheeze behind him before Anakin
shot after him with Ahsoka, both of them staring at him.

With
Obi-Wan pretending complete obliviousness as they slid towards the
elevators.

Of
course, the council members weren’t any better as Obi-Wan slid to
his seat and sat down in an easy an elegant swish, settling one leg
over the other but taking care to tilt his sole down so no one would
see the inbuilt heely.

As
the council and his padawan and great padawan stared at him, Obi-Wan
continued to pretend obliviousness, glancing about in return with
wide, innocent eyes.

Finally,
Yoda shook his head and croaked. “No Force at work I sense.” He
stared at Obi-Wan.

“I’m
sorry, but what are you saying master Yoda?” Obi-Wan tilted his
head.

The
council exchanged looks, still wide eyed.

Oh
this was going to be so fun and Obi-Wan hoped
he was summoned to the Senate.

If
they thought Jedi were supernatural and were superstitious from
before, Obi-Wan was going to have so much fun gliding around the
Senate halls.

He
would just need to avoid the carpets but
oh, the amount of fuckery and kark he could get up to with these…

‘Obi-Wan,
you clever bastard, Qui-Gon would be so proud of you.’ Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but think as he covered up his mouth with his hand,
grinning happily under it as the council continued the meeting while
sending glances towards him.

Could you do a FloralSkin with Rex getting shot in the Deserter episode and Anakin freaking out and comming Obi-Wan about? Maybe AniRex seeing each other after on the ship or on Coruscant?

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Jumping
a bit as he felt a hand press to his shoulder, Anakin turned wide
eyes over his shoulder to stare at Obi-Wan, finding the older Jedi
smiling gently at him in sympathy. “He’s going to arrive very
soon Anakin, the shuttle is already en route and you’ll see Rex in
minutes, he’s coming with the secondary shuttle.” He murmured
assuringly.

Swallowing
harshly, Anakin opened his mouth, only a soft for a soft whimper to
escape him.

Obi-Wan’s
face crumbled in sympathy, squeezing Anakin’s shoulder. “He’ll
be here soon.” He whispered, hoping that for his former padawan’s
sake that he was right that it wouldn’t take long.

Anakin
wrapped his own arms around himself, biting his bottom lip hard.

Rex
had been injured on Saleucami, shot while working with Obi-Wan by a
sniper droid.

It
was only pure luck that lead to the other simply being injured and
not dead
and every time Anakin’s mind as much as strayed in that direction,
his heart started beating wildly with his fear. The fear of his
flowers losing color, the fear of losing his
soulmate.

That
lead to Anakin meeting the shuttles on the landing platform on top of
the east barracks by the temple, cold wind whipping his clothes and
hair, hoping that Rex was on the first one only to be… well, not
disappointed, he’d never be disappointed to see his master after
all but a bit forlorn when Obi-Wan and only 212th
came out of
the first shuttle,
Obi-Wan informing him quietly that the 501st
were coming with the second one.

Snapping
back into the here and now as Obi-Wan pointed beyond them and up,
Anakin looked up with his wide eyes as he took in the shuttle coming
towards the landing platform.

With
Rex
in it.

Anakin
could feel him, could sense his soulmate and it made his heart cry
out as he felt a tired and sore Rex reach out to him through their
bond, sending the soft sensation of care and love that Anakin thought
he’d loose when he felt Rex pain all those planets away with a
giant flower spreading on his shoulder and chest.

Only
Obi-Wan’s hand on his shoulder was keeping him from sprinting
towards the shuttle as it touched down in
a cacophony of noise,
the durasteel beneath their boots vibrating at the weight of the
shuttle as it settled along with the wind whipping their hair and
clothes from the motors and then powered down.

The
door slid open and Anakin’s breath hitched.

Because
there he was.

Rex
was right there in front of him, a worried smile on his face with his
helmet under his arm.

‘He
must have removed it when
he felt I was here.’ Anakin absently thought before starting
forward as Rex stepped off the shuttle, others from the 501st
following him.

But
Anakin only had eyes for his soulmate, practically crashing into the
man and wrapping his arms around Rex waist, lifting him off his feet
to hug the armored man as tightly as he dared while burying his face
in Rex neck.

He
whispered the others name against the skin, knowing the other would
feel it even if he couldn’t hear it.

An
armored arm wrapped tightly around Anakin, reassuring hands brushing
through his hair.

Rex
was back, Rex was back on Coruscant and in his arms and Anakin
couldn’t help but release a quiet sob as his eyes teared up against
Rex neck and dripped against the warm caramel colored skin.

There
was a light thump on his back and reluctantly Anakin settled his
soulmate and captain down on the landing pad, lifting his face to
peer at the other as
he kept his arms around the other man.

Smiling
softly, Rex reached up and gently dried Anakin’s face with a gloved
thumb. “I’m here cyare, I’m alive my golden flower.” He
murmured, eyes creased up with his smile to wrinkle the flower around his eye as he
reassured the other.

“…Are
you in pain?” Anakin whispered, leaning into the touch.

“Not
anymore I’m not,” Rex murmured, sliding his hand back into
Anakin’s hair to pull the other down, pressing their foreheads
together. “Not when I’m with you.” He chuckled, ignoring the soreness Anakin could feel through their bond.

Laughing
shakily at the sappy words, Anakin couldn’t help but smile,
tightening his grasp on the other while ignoring Obi-Wan and
Commander Cody chuckling behind him, the quiet, gently teasing
catcalls and whistles of the 501st
sounding over the wind.

So when you use yourself as a character as Knight Moddy, you often say that you’re not physically capable but more mentally capable and you make yourself more ObiWan’s age than Anakin. Maybe try your hand at being Anakin’s soundboard as a padawan and make him healthy? Maybe you can give yourself a force ability that relates to it? Sort of like the shatterpoint Mace Windu has?

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Pouring
the cup of tea, Moddy glanced behind herself at the sulking teen then
turned around, perching her rear on the desk. “You don’t want to
be here, do you padawan Skywalker?” Moddy hummed quietly, tired
eyes blinking slowly.

Glancing
at the half blind woman, Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. “I
got lessons to go to, I don’t really get why I’m here.” He got
out, trying not to let on how annoyed he was.

Moddy
said nothing for a few seconds, just stared at him.

It
made Anakin… uncomfortable.

So
he looked around, taking in the office.

A
wooden like desk at the front with a terminal on where Knight Moddy
was perched on, soft purple walls and a white marble floor, two
squishy blue chairs facing each other where one was occupied by
Anakin. A hotplate on a hip height table where the knight had made
tea and blue drapes depicting ocean scenes on the walls.

Several
drapes in fact.

Glancing
at them and then focusing, Anakin stared at the crashing waves of one
of them, the whipped white foam and the gray of the sky.

He
had seen water worlds since he left Tatooine, but still, it never
ceased to amaze him what water could d-

“My
home planet.” Knight Moddy suddenly said, Anakin jumping a bit in
his seat.

He
turned his head quickly to her, a bit shamed at having so utterly
ignored the knight.

Then
he blinked as she ran her hand over her cup, the Force flashing for a
second, the steam suddenly stopping before she lifted her cup to
drink.

Staring
at the woman, Anakin gaped slightly. “Did… did you just cool your
drink?” He couldn’t help but ask.

If
he had done it, Obi-Wan would have scolded him about frivolous use of
the Force!

Humming,
Moddy straightened from the desk and moved to the chair, sitting
down. “Indeed, no Jedi master in here to scold me.” She quirked
her lip wryly at him.

Unable
to help his own lips twitching up, Anakin stared at her before
looking back to the drape. “…Your home planet?” He finally
mumbled out, remembering what she said.

Chuckling,
taking another sip, Moddy nodded. “Norgferar,”
She
glanced at the drape too. “It’s a cold place of four seasons with
many islands and much ocean, all of it salt and therefore not
drinkable unless you purify it.” She hummed.

Shifting
a bit, Anakin glanced at the drape too and bit his lower lip.
“…Tell me more?” He asked curiously, hopeful.

Leaning
back in the squishy chair, lifting one leg over the other, Knight
Moddy thoughtfully gazed into her cup. “I was three when the Jedi
took me on but I still remember the smell of salt and the sight of it
on the windows of my parents home. I remember the sight of sheep
wandering and cows and I remember the tall trees around with the
ocean whipping on stormy days.” She smiled a bit.

Pulling
his feet up under himself, Anakin stared at her with wide, imploring
eyes.

Knight
Moddy’s eyes creased in amusement. “I
visited there once as a padawan, though I did not meet my parents as
they had moved away but…” Knight Moddy paused, staring into her
cup before smiling. “It was familiar, I knew the rocks and stones
but it wasn’t home,” She glanced at him, watching Anakin crease
his forehead. “…Then my master took me with out in a boat to
cross to another island and my feet stood steady as the motors rushed
us over the water. That
felt like home.” She whispered quietly.

Licking
his lips, Anakin stared at her then glanced to the kettle and cups
standing by the hotplate.

A
knowing smile lurked onto Moddy’s lips before she stood, moving
over and refilling her own cup before filling a new one, bringing
them both over. “Tell me about your own home Anakin?” She
inquired gently.

With
halting, slow words, Anakin started to speak of Tatooine.

And
of his mother.

By
the time he left, Anakin felt… lighter in a way that made him wave
happily at Knight Moddy when he left, a smile on his lips and a
bounce in his steps, pondering if he should find Tru and do some
sparring together since Obi-Wan didn’t expect him back in another
few hours.

Knight
Moddy waved him goodbye, smiling until Anakin turned around the
corner.

Her
smile fell then, turning into a troubled frown as a shadow detached
from an alcove, Master Obi-Wan sliding up beside her with a
questioning look on his face.

Slowly,
Knight Moddy shook her head before gesturing for the other Jedi to
enter the office, both sporting troubled frowns.