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So DistantPain, what next? I would presume that Obi-Wan would cover for Dogma. But he also is going to take a while to heal and I feel like this Obi is even worse about staying still than other versions. Does he just up and disappear for long stretches at a time? And come back with multiple ear piercings? Like a multi-prong industrial earring and Kix and/Or Helix is just all «Why?!»

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Now,
one could say that they should have expected something
would happen in his absence
but honestly, Kix did not expect it at all when he walked into the
medbay to find his recently released from the bacta tube Jedi vod
sitting on his bed with Zuru carefully setting a four pronged
industrial earring into the newly pierced left ear, Obi-Wan
petting Cotton on his lap.

The
sight caused Kix to freeze in the doorway, feeling General
Skywalker
bump into his back even as his eyes remained on the Jedi and the
pilot, taking in what he was seeing as Zuru capped the last of the
prongs safety guards in.

Four
bright red tipped prongs along the upper cartilage of the ear, shiny
golden bars threading through and straight down into a bright red gem
no larger than the size of a pinky nail encased in gold which again
had three smaller red gems below that again.

It
was an impressive sight to be sure, fetching too.

However…

“What
the blazes
do you two think you’re doing?!” Kix snapped out, outraged as he
marched into the room.

Zuru
jumped a bit, turning guiltily in the medics direction.

Kenobi
however, that son of a bitch, only gave him a lazy look, settling
back against the bed frame without pausing in his petting of the
feathered dragon. He cut Kix off before the medic could demand
answers. “I figured you wanted to keep me in bed and this gave me
something to do. Thought you would appreciated
me staying in bed and Zuru figured the same, so he gave in to me when I asked since this place is sterile.”
He shrugged a bit, wincing when sore muscles protested.

Pausing
at that, Kix gave the other a hesitant stare before rubbing his face
and sighing. “Well, you’re right in that but kark it
General Kenobi,
you better keep that thing clean. I don’t need you getting an ear
infection and losing that ear, sir.”
He glared at the Jedi.

“Wait,”
Zuru jumped a bit, looking between his Jedi and the medic. “That
can happen?!” He squeaked then lifted his finger at Kenobi’s
nose, the Jedi going cross eyed at it. “You said this was safe!”
He accused nervously.

Once
more, Kenobi showed no sign
of guilt
and Kix felt the urge to strangle their Jetiise vod. He
just shrugged and gave a small yawn in response. “Oh, it’s
totally safe unless you’re an idiot. I know how to keep a piercing
clean, believe you me, I’ve had them in other more risky places.”
Obi-Wan grinned at them, showing off not quite clean teeth to them.

No
tooth brushing inside a bacta tube after all and teeth continue to
develop plaque.

All
three stared at Obi-Wan.

Finally
it was General Skywalker who responded. “I have no idea what to say
to that.” The blond finally got out, eyes wide with the images most
likely being developed in his head.

Kenobi,
that fucker, only shrugged.

“Idiot
jetiise vod…” Kix hissed quietly to himself, not meaning to be
overheard by anyone.

Only
for Kenobi to shift a bit on the bed, his cheeks turning slightly
pink as he looked away from Kix.

Blinking
at that, taking in the reaction even as Skywalker finally distracted
Obi-Wan by asking about Krell and the incident on Umbara, Kix noted
down the reaction and looked questioning to Zuru, causing the pilot
to hesitate before he quickly signed out of view for Obi-Wan.
‘Later.’

Well,
that was no less explaining and made the response Obi-Wan had even
more worrying to Kix, something told him he was not going to be happy
with the explanation.

And
if he was to take a major guess, it had to do with the glimpses they
had seen of how broken Obi-Wan was.

Which
meant that Kix would do well in including Rex when Zuru gave him the
explanation.

‘Great
winds, having a Jedi brother is exhausting,’ Kix sighed, listening
to Obi-Wan collaborate the version the clones had with him dealing
with Pong Krell and no clones being involved. ‘But… he is worth
it.’ Kix lips quirked into a small, fond smile, watching Obi-Wan
bullshit General Skywalker for Dogma’s safety and life as
the first of many people he’d have to bullshit and refine the story
for without them getting to know it was really Dogma.

Well,
not that Kix really thought Skywalker was an issue, but the man had a
problem with keeping his mouth shout or at least keeping a secret.

‘Secret’
affair with the Senator, more like Kix foot up Skywalker’s ass when
he kept casually testing the man for STD just to see if he’d blow
his cover while stammering that he wasn’t having sex with multiple
people.

Hey,
Kix had to get his jollies SOMEHOW.

“Am I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or will you hurt me?” -Vaderkin’s Gift

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Checking
their bags for the third time, Anakin frowned at the contents before
mentally sighing. It was his own fault that Obi-Wan did not have
proper travel clothes, this could only be blamed on himself and they
would have to find some proper garments while on the move.

‘Least
he fits into my leggings even if they have to be rolled up at the hem
and
are a tiny bit snug on the hips.
But he needs a
proper
outfit,
at
least two proper tunic’s and two undershirts to ensure he will
remain warm. Not
to mention his own leggings that are actually fit for travel if I
intend to keep bringing him on my missions’
Anakin mused at the contents.

At
least Obi-Wan had a robe, that was easy enough to get out of the
quartermaster storage
for a human Obi-Wan’s size, so a nice, fitting black robe to cover
him up until they could get the rest, keeping the other warm and
ensuring some coverage.

Glancing
to the Jedi in question, Anakin paused, his hands in the bag as he
took in Obi-Wan quietly tugging on his sheer
shirt hem while sitting on the edge of their now shared bed.

Straightening
slowly, Anakin left
the bag be and instead sat down beside Obi-Wan, looking at the Jedi.
He looked worried, a bit sad but also frightened as he glanced at
Anakin too. “…What’s wrong Obi-Wan?” Anakin reached in,
grasping the others hand, rubbing his thumbs over the others knuckles
slowly, awkwardly.

He
honestly wasn’t used to giving comfort to someone else, Sith life
wasn’t about giving others comfort.

But
he was learning.

Learning
for Obi-Wan’s sake.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan glanced at him before pausing, closing his mouth.
He swallowed heavily before finally speaking. “Am
I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or
will you hurt me?” He
tacked on.

Blinking
at that, Anakin stared at him before breathing out, shaking his head.

Then
he stood, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hand, moving over to his dresser.

Opening
up his underwear drawer, Anakin pushed the boxers aside to reveal a
small hole in the wooden dresser. Reaching into his belt pouch, he
pulled out a small, wooden key that he placed into the hole, opening
up the false bottom.

Under
his underwear, hidden behind enforced tree where no one would sense
them, were Anakin’s greatest treasures from
his past, unseen by anyone else in the temple.

His
mother’s yellowing
handkerchief, made of rough bantha wool, the leather and japor
bracelet
she had gifted him with for his fourth birthday, her necklace in the
same japor and braided leather string, the
bright blue polished stone Kitster had given him and the slightly
whiter handkerchief with Anakin’s name stitched onto by Wald.

Gifts
from his past, the
momentum hidden from the rest of the Sith, kept from view because he
knew his master wanted Anakin to keep nothing of the past that could
be positive.

But
one more item rested among the relics of the past.

One
from the present.

Reaching
in, Anakin pulled out the slim silver and black hilt, carefully
pulling the lid back over his little treasures that reminded him of
his mother and friends to hide them from other Sith and particularly
his master.

Then
he turned to Obi-Wan, meeting the wide eyed Jedi.

Of
course Obi-Wan had recognized the saber the moment the lid was off
the enforced tree work. It
was his after all.

Moving
over, Anakin sat back down beside Obi-Wan and took his hand, gently
pressing the saber into it. “Sidious gifted me with this when he
gifted you to me, most likely as a trophy to taunt you with in
the future when you were in my control,
I however believe,”
He paused, unsure what to say before sighing. “…I
expect you to defend yourself against those who would harm you… and
to return to me.” Anakin
murmured quietly, on
guard as he watched Obi-Wan closely.

He
was aware the risk he was taking.

With
this, Obi-Wan could potentially kill him and escape.

Revenge
wasn’t the style of a Jedi, so he didn’t fear really being killed
all that much, more
maimed really.
But escape…

Obi-Wan
could with this.

Anakin
had just handed him the tool to his own escape if he should desire
it.

It
was a mighty risk but when Obi-Wan let out a soft sob and then threw
his arms around Anakin, the saber held tightly in his hand still,
Anakin knew he had done the right thing as Obi-Wan repeated his
mantra of thank you into Anakin’s dark robe, clinging to the Sith.

Pressing
his nose to the now long red hair, Anakin breathed out. “Just keep
on returning to me, that’s all I ask for in return.” He
whispered.

Is there anything different about Dex when Ani and Obi visit in the snails are free?

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Slowly
turning his head to stare at his master, watching Obi-Wan pleasantly
sip at the juice Dex had produced, Anakin opened his mouth then
closed it again, eye twitching.

Raising
his brow, glancing after Dex and then back at his padawan, Obi-Wan
let out an enquiring hum. “So, changes then?” He murmured softly.

“Not…
many,” Anakin choked out through clenched teeth, letting out air
from his nose. Frowning faintly, Obi-Wan gave a ‘go on’ motion
with his hand. “There’s um, eyes along his arms but that seems
common with people like… well Dex.”

That
got a wry smirk on Obi-Wan’s lips.

With
people like Dex, Anakin meant people who heard and saw more than the
rest of the general population. Very useful to Obi-Wan, not to
mention that little ‘hidden’ underground sales business Dex had
going.

“But
um, he also has,” Anakin glanced over his shoulder, craning his
head to see Dex over the booth before lowering his voice. “He has a
tentacle on top of his head… and it looks like a… whale dick.”
He whispered out, eyes wide.

Having
taken a sip just as Anakin finally gained the courage to speak up,
Obi-Wan snorted on his juice and desperately grabbed some napkins,
mopping at his face while coughing harshly, eyes wide over the white
napkins as Anakin colored sharply, shrugging weakly.

Coughing
once more, Obi-Wan quickly offered his apologies to the surrounding
booths and assurance that he was fine before focusing back on Anakin
with his wide eyes. Then he slowly slid his eyes to look in Dex
direction, the besalisk giving him a happy wave with a concerned
smile when he saw the Jedi’s attention.

Quickly
waving at the man, Obi-Wan gave him an assuring smile that had Dex
relaxing.

Then
he turned his attention right back at his padawan. “What?” He
hissed.

Shrugging
again, rubbing the back of his head as he colored a dark red, Anakin
muttered. “Well that’s what it looks like in shape, just more…
wiggly, it kind of swings around and clips through people without
their notice?” He swallowed and looked at Dex before looking back
at Obi-Wan. “I mean, it’s not pinkish, it’s colored like Dex
but yeah, the shape is all…” He gestured in the narrowing
oblong
like shape of what a whale penis indeed looked like. “And
it tapers off at the end.” Anakin added on.

Blinking
heavily, sitting back in the booth, Obi-Wan stared at Anakin in
bewilderment before running his hand through his hair. “I wonder
what that
symbolizes. I get what the eyes do, seeing more than others but…”
He blinked a bit.

Shrugging
slightly, Anakin lifted his cup of caff and took a small sip, looking
around the diner before smiling a bit. “You know, outside of the
temple, there isn’t a lot of change…” He confessed quietly.

It
gave Obi-Wan the feeling that a lot of the changes of the secondary
world had to do with Force sensitivity and ability and it also made
him slightly worried for Anakin’s future. There were worlds with a
lot more Force sensitivity than Coruscant, it was a muddy pool of the
Force compared to places like Alderaan where things were green and
beautiful.

And
the Force thrived.

‘I’m
going to have to ensure someone in the know is always with Anakin on
a mission somehow, for now I’m his master and I know at least, so I
can help him distinguish what others can see.’ Obi-Wan mused to
himself, feeling the phantom sensation of Pinky rubbing into his
neck, tiny hands petting him.

It
was an odd thing, ever since Anakin’s little infusion trick, he
could feel more than he could see Pinky at the very least.

He
wondered if the little slug had another name before deciding he’d
cross that bridge if it came.

And
according to Anakin, she hadn’t seemed upset at the name.

Then
Obi-Wan paused, giving his padawan a long look that set the other on
guard, quickly placing his cup down as he recognized the impish look
in his master’s eyes as the otherwise blank expression others saw.
“So Dex has a whale dick, think that’s a reflection of what he
has in his pants?” He whispered out.

Eyes
growing wide, Anakin resisted the urge to whip around and look at Dex
before letting out a tiny hooting laugh and burying his face in his
hands, shaking helplessly as his master watched in satisfaction as
Anakin got a good laugh, people wandering in and out of the diner at
their leisure as Dex prepared food for his clientele, the smell of
oil frying and spices in the air tempting people in.

In FeralChild, you’ve mentioned Jango Fett several times, but we have yet to see him. Is he dead or alive? If alive, does he still reside on Kamino or is he on the run? Does Boba exist and if so, is he with Jango?

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Kneeling
down in front of the uniquely
dressed child
on one knee, Obi-Wan let his eyes trail over the now extremely
familiar features, ignoring how tense Cody was behind him as he took
in Boba Fett, the only unaltered
clone
Jango Fett had asked for as his own as part of his payment apparently
for doing this entire thing.

Boba
was young, looking at him with wide amber eyes of his family line and
chubby cheeks, his hair feathering out around his head in a soft
curl.

And
he clearly knew who Obi-Wan and a little listen to the young ones
thoughts made Obi-Wan aware that Jango had tried to keep himself and
the child separated from the Sith, in particular Obi-Wan.

They
were worried Obi-Wan would take him away.

Smiling
slightly, Obi-Wan slowly bowed without taking his eyes off the boy.
“Hello there young one, where is your father?” He murmured,
feeling more than seeing Cody practically collapse behind him.

Obi-Wan
had made no disguise of his claim to the clones, he called them his
and despite sharing custody as he said, that still meant they were
his in part.

However
with Boba…

Boba
was not Obi-Wan’s, regardless how much he put his claim on the
other clones.

Boba
wasn’t the same as them.

Boba
belonged to his father, was loved by his father, cared for and taught
by his father.

The
Force did not give Obi-Wan the young Boba Fett.

And
Cody understood that from the simple words.

Trying
to overcome his fear, Boba quickly bowed to Obi-Wan in return,
keeping his eyes on the Sith too and therefore almost falling on his
face but he was smart.

Never
take your eyes off someone you suspect as an enemy.

“A-At
the shooting range Lord Carrion, I
can…can lead you there?” The boy twisted his hands into his blue
shirt, eyes wide. It was so hard for the young to hide their
emotions.

Obi-Wan
didn’t blame him for his fear.

He
would have been fearful too if someone threatened to take him away
from Qui-Gon and he had been a teen at least.

Standing,
Obi-Wan shook his head while brushing off his tunic. “No need,”
He murmured, Boba tense as he looked up at the man. “Tell your
father young Boba that if he wishes, he can come by my quarters later
for a chat. That is only
if he wants, I require no visit from him if he does not desire to go.
You have a nice day child.” Obi-Wan hummed, resisting the urge to
reach out and ruffle that soft hair.

Boba,
unlike the young clones, was scared of him.

He
would not react well to the playful touch and Obi-Wan wasn’t about
to make him even more uncomfortable and so he instead made his way
around the child and continued on with Cody following him.

Neither
said anything for several minutes as they walked through the halls
until finally Cody murmured. “Thank you.” He whispered.

Glancing
behind him, Obi-Wan pondered what kind of relationship the clones had
with Boba, the only one given to Jango. Then he decided it did not
matter, if they wanted to foster a relationship with the child, that
was fine by him

Letting
out a low hum, Obi-Wan finally gave a small shrug and gestured for
the other to walk beside him instead of behind. “I’ve told you
before, you’re not a slave and you don’t have to walk behind me
when we’re in safe territory, there is no need to guard my back
here. As for Boba,” Obi-Wan trailed off, Cody sliding in beside him
instead of behind. “Boba is not like you or anyone else. He does
not belong to me. He belongs to his father and the Force does not
tell me to claim him as my own.” He shrugged, licking his fangs a
bit.

Cody
shot him a curious side look at that before nodding slowly. “So if
the Force hadn’t told you that we were yours…” He hesitated.

Chuckling,
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Oh, you’d still be all mine. I was here
first, no one else had any claim on you. I would have claimed you all
out of sheer fascination and later kept you all because you liked
me.” He grinned at the other, flashing his fangs like a predator.

Cody
just chuckled, not quelled by the look or the words. “I’m glad
you did then sir, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t care for
the decommissioning around…” He eased off and Obi-Wan felt an
inward stab.

How
many troopers had been decommissioned?

How
many vode had Cody lost?

How
strict were the rules and how many had lived under the fear?

Obi-Wan
did not like that thought one bit.

‘They
are safe now, they’re all mine now.’ He reminded himself even as
he took a step closer to Cody so their shoulders occasionally bumped
in the wide hallway, Cody noticing and sending him a small smile as
his gratefulness oozed in the Force.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure he deserved that… but he would accept it still.

After
all, they were his.

I like to imagine that when Obi-Wan meditates really hard he just kind of blocks out everything in order to focus. So he’ll just be meditating outside his tent (he likes being outside) and it’ll start raining on him and he won’t notice and the troopers will have to shake him out of it because he’s getting completely soaked like the dumb cute idiot he is and he needs to go inside and dry off before he gets pneumonia or something.

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Tilting
his head to peer up at the sky, Cody narrowed his eyes thoughtfully
before tilting his head to look at Boil. “What do you think?” He
questioned quietly, tapping his right fingers on his left gauntlet.

Tilting
his head, Boil stared for a long moment before pulling his helmet off
and tucking it under his arm, lifting his hand to shield his eyes and
squint them at the sky. “Looks clear but this planet has been odd
from the moment we arrived honestly sir, I wouldn’t trust it.” He
settled on.

Sighing
deeply, Cody scrubbed his face before turning to the rows of tents
with a deeper frown on his face. “And the di’kut is still
out…” He grumbled faintly as Waxer returned with the scouting
party, the speeders coming in with the normal sounds of the motors.

Snorting
a bit, Boil crossed his arms over his chest, sliding up beside the
commander. “Well, we still haven’t quite tamed our jetiis di’kuts
now, have we?” He murmured teasingly, wiggling his mustache.

Snorting
quietly too, Cody couldn’t help but grin wryly.

Taming
their Jedi idiots, he blamed Rex for that, the man had complained
loudly about General Skywalker and the 212th
and 501st
were quite happy to pick up on that as Obi-Wan wasn’t much better
than his padawan.

‘Not
that Rex wrong.’ Cody admitted to himself, finally breaking from
Boil to move towards the General, still sitting in the same kneeling
position with his legs tucked beneath himself, rear resting on his
heels and his hands on his thighs.

His
breath was slow and steady, the cool breeze lightly ruffling his
hair.

The
man was ticking in on four hours of meditation now and to be fair to
the General, he had warned everyone that he was going to do some deep
meditation since they weren’t suppose to move for another three
days.

Deep
meditation however meant that the General wouldn’t be ‘aware’
for at least another full twelve, he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t eat
or drink for a full day practically.

It
also meant that it it started to karking rain or snow, the man
wouldn’t move to
get away for it or get to cover.

Peering
down at the relaxed General, Cody glanced up at the sky again before
sighing and waving for Gus.

Gus
paused in his conversation with one of the shiny’s, his helmet
visibly dropping a bit, which indicated he was looking down before he
lifted his thumb up in understanding without Cody comming him via the
helmet headsets.

Smiling
a bit, Cody went back to peering down at his General, taking in the
way the others face for the first time in weeks looked properly
relaxed.

Oh,
the dark bags under his eyes were still there and his body still
carried the gauntness the vod had started to notice even when the man
was in full armor, but there was something that finally eased in the
others face and his body was no longer tensed.

So
despite it all, Cody wasn’t about to complain overly much about the
not being aware thing when he was in deep meditation.

Hopefully
he could get the General to take a good eight hour sleep and some
good food in the time they had too.

It
was worth a shot at least.

Cruching
down a bit, he smiled at the closed eyes and steady rising and
falling chest, taking in how Obi-Wan’s fingers twitched against his
thighs. “…What did you Jedi do without us, huh?” He teased
softly, knowing the other could hear him even if he wouldn’t
respond as that required him to resurface.

His
smile grew into a grin when he took notice of Obi-Wan’s lips
twitching.

Straightening
as Gus came over with the tent canopy, Cody happily set about getting
his General covered up before the suspected rain could come, making
sure the other wouldn’t get wet and then potentially sick.

Indeed,
what did the Jedi do before they had the troopers.

Thelightinus, can Obi-Wan stop time? I mean, Demi god, that means he’s not quite what the Daughter is right?

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Looking
around at the still world, Obi-Wan let out a small hum as his wings
bristled lightly with no noise before turning his head to look
forward again, meeting the green gaze of the Daughter. “I was
wondering if you were going to reach out to me at any point.” He
murmured quietly, his voice echoing oddly in the pocket of frozen
time.

She
quirked her lips in response, quietly observing him as he had been
with the world.

Then
she ducked down a bit, reaching out to slowly run her hand along
Obi-Wan’s jaw, stroking with the bristle. Obi-Wan’s eyes
fluttered shut, his entire soul and being shivering in response to
the touch.

“I
was waiting for permission, Father doesn’t like it when we leave
Mortis,” She finally murmured, causing Obi-Wan to open his eyes
again, her hand lingering on his jaw still, cupping it. “You’re
me and yet not, too tied to the physical world and the realm of
sentients to ever become what I am. It’s strange, I know the future
you came from and yet I can’t quite tell what you’ll eventually
become.” She tilted her head then smiled softly.

Approvingly
Obi-Wan would say.

Quirking
his lips in response, Obi-Wan gave a small shrug. “I don’t know
what I’ll become either, but it’s something. Maybe all I’ll
ever be is human with extra powers.” He
peered up at her.

Humming,
she ran her thumb over his cheek. “…The dark side grows
impatient. Be careful, it moves like a viper and will strike when
your back is turned.” The Daughter warned.

Stilling,
Obi-Wan stared at her before nodding slowly. “Let him, let Sidious
come. I’m ready. I’m battling for the victory,” He turned his
head, looking to Anakin, observing the cocky grin and sparkling blue
eyes. “I won’t let him have my padawan again.”

Straightening
up, the Daughter cocked her head at him then hummed softly, her gown
floating around her as her eyes lifted to his wings. “Maybe you can
beat him, maybe you can hit him until his armor of false servitude
cracks, maybe you can break his facade for everyone to see…” She
trailed off before dropping her eyes to his again, green meeting
green as the ethereal
glow around them grew. “Or maybe once more you lose, it will just
be a question of how and how deeply it wounds you. There is no shame
in retreat Obi-Wan Kenobi, when the enemy is more powerful,” Her
eyes trailed behind him suddenly. “Or more insidious than you ever
suspected.”

Obi-Wan
turned, almost coming face to helmet with Cody in
mid-step, always one step behind Obi-Wan, looking out for him and
Obi-Wan’s
heart jumped
in his throat as
his wings rustled hard.

He
knew of course what she was speaking about.

The
bio chip in every single trooper under the Jedi’s command and every
natural born. The traitors in both the Senate and the Order itself,
not to mention those who supported Palpatine while
knowing just how bad he was and supported him in his grab for power,
the ones who helped by
just watching the injustice or helped by reaching for their own greed
and the CIS.

All
the things Palpatine had turned and
twisted
in his favor.

Even
if Obi-Wan saved his padawan, had
managed to turn Anakin against Sidious by showing him the dark side
of the man,
even if he managed to short circuit the biochips with his very being…

That
didn’t change everything that
could go wrong.

‘But
it gives us a better chance without a puppet master in charge.’ He
shifted, turning back to face the Daughter, not shocked to see her
hovering and almost see-through. “I have to choose to believe that
we can win, that if we stick together that we will survive and make
things better.” He murmured.

She
watched him before nodding. “Then guard your back and maybe you can
get a victory for us, for the Light, for justice…” She whispered,
disappearing as time resumed.

Obi-Wan
felt Cody almost crash into his back as battle resumed, droids and
troopers clashing, Anakin wild voice as he blocked blasters.

“Sir?”
Cody’s confused voice cut the battle dim.

Staring
forward at the droid line, Obi-Wan breathed out slowly. ‘Guard my
back huh…’ Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes before jerking his
shoulders back and jutting his chin forward as he holds his breath,
his wings snapping out sharply as the day turned to night and then
day just as sharply, light flooding the
battlefield with light that originated from him.

For
a second, time freezes once more, time stands still.

The
droids fall apart, vaporized in their positions and falling to the
ground as silence permeates everything.

‘Then
a battle for the victory it is.’  Obi-Wan breathed out again,
knowing he was glowing in the Force like a bonfire, impossible to
ignore even as far as away as he was from Coruscant, his powers
flashing hard and fast as he obliterated the army in front of him
with nary a move.

He’d
tear Sidious from his seat of power and
throw him to Sith hells in
front of everyone if he had to.

“Luminous
beings we are, not this crude matter.” Obi-Wan murmured into the
silence of a disturbingly quiet battlefield, flaring with light.

Nagaspeed: What happens next? Does Anakin have that talk with Obi-Wan?

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The
conversation was of course set on hold by Helix, as the man had
Obi-Wan settle on a bed for now to give a checkup as neither Helix or
Kix was certain that Obi-Wan had finished healing with him breaking
out of the bacta tube.

Luckily,
it seemed that some of the naga’s natural resistance had also
kicked in, making Obi-Wan as healthy as he could be.

And
as they gave the checkup, droids cleaned the broken glass and bacta
off the floor, Cody and Anakin righting the bed Obi-Wan had knocked
over in the meantime.

Obi-Wan’s
little feral escape attempt had really set of a small chaos storm in
the Negotiator’s medbay.

“Gah…”
Obi-Wan had to prevent himself from drooling as Helix pressed a
tongue press to his tongue, taking a good look down the naga’s
throat as the snake’s eyes watered a bit with how far back it was
to prevent his splitted tongue from moving, Kix taking a look over
the others shoulder.

“Well,
the throat does look good,” Helix murmured. “The thin throat
membrane that houses the poison to the fangs is fully healed, that’s
good.” Kix made an agreeing noise behind him as Helix finally
pulled back.

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan lifted a hand to rub his throat as he looked between the
medic. “Okay, why is Kix here I have to ask. I don’t mind,” He
hasted to assure when the two got a concerned look and Anakin paused
over by the bed but
relaxed at Obi-Wan’s add on. “I’m just curious.” Obi-Wan
chuckled faintly, flickering his tail tip along the floor nervously.

He
didn’t like being out like this, everyone being able to see his
tail, study his features, take in the reptile eyes…

People
did not respond positively to stewjoni
nagas, not like they tolerated thisspiasians or
vartamos.

The
connotation of being constricting and venomous at the same time,
people eating sub humanoid species didn’t put the minority nagas in
a positive light to the point Obi-Wan preferred not to share it with
even other Jedi.

Qui-Gon,
a few healers, Quinlan, Bant and Plo were the only Jedi who had
actually known exactly what sub species of Stewjon he actually was.

And
while Qui-Gon and Plo hadn’t reacted any badly and Quinlan had
actually laughed and asked if they could try something called the
naga pose in sex, everyone else had…varying reactions.

Bant
hadn’t talked to him for a week as teens.

And
the healers… well, Obi-Wan had one refuse to treat him, he still
looked at Obi-Wan warily every time he came into the Halls and only
his vow of patients confidentiality was keeping the information under
wraps.

It
was why he refused to tell others unless he had to.

“Oh!”
Helix smiled, relaxing, bringing Obi-Wan’s attention back sharply
instead of mulling on frankly depressing memories. “Well, I have to
admit, I wasn’t sure I was doing correct in treating you in this
form, so I had Kix come over for a second opinion.” He stated,
taking a quick blood test by pricking Obi-Wan’s left finger for a
drop to run a basic scan on a handscan.

“Huh…
fair.” Obi-Wan murmured before wincing a bit as everyone focused on
him, rubbing his hands together.

Opening
his mouth, words on his lips to defend himself, Obi-Wan fell mute
from sheer shock as Anakin suddenly wrapped himself around Obi-Wan,
hugging him tightly. “You stupid reptile,” Anakin murmured
quietly, clinging to him. “Honestly, this is important
information.” He huffed softly.

‘Well,
he’s always been tactile.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think as
he stared at the other in shock, knowing his already slitted eyes
must have narrowed even more, staring at Anakin when he pulled back.
“I… just…”

Huffing,
Anakin pulled a bit back and shook his head in clear bemusement. “Do
you really
think that I of all people would judge you for this?” He questioned
a bit wryly before glancing down and raising his brows. “I mean,
honestly, it’s kind of wizard. Your all scaly and even venomous.”
He grinned at him, flickering Obi-Wan’s nose with a fingertip.

Huffing
slightly, Obi-Wan opened his mouth again before closing it again,
lips twitching upwards a bit. “So you’re… not scared of me?”
He murmured quietly, glancing at all three troopers and then back at
Anakin.

“What?”
Anakin gave a short laugh. “For what your ancestors of all people
used to do? I mean, sure, you could eat me but considering how you
complain about my bug eating, I don’t really envision it and as far
as I know, you’re not into vore.” Anakin teased.

Wrinkling
his nose, letting out a disgusted noise as the troopers exchanged
confused looks behind Anakin, Obi-Wan glared at his padawan. “Oh,
that’s just disgusting Anakin,” He shuddered. “To each their
own but please,
do keep me out of your kinks.” He scowled, inwardly suppressing a
cackle.

“Wa-no!”
Anakin yelped, stepping back while raising his hands. “Obi-Wan
that’s no-MASTER!” Anakin groaned loudly when Obi-Wan let out a
snigger. “You’re evil!”

Laughing
both from his little taunt and from sheer relief, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but fold himself over as he rested his hands on his lap, copper
scales shining in the harsh medbay light.

Hello there Moddy! Long time no promot from me xD So in #dociledoll: Obi-Wan is slowly healing under the care of clones and I love it. And what with Vader? Any interesting stuff? Any search for Obi-Wan?

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Standing
on the bridge of Homebase as the group of refugees and clones were
busy refueling at a depot and restocking, Obi-Wan glanced around the
bridge with a small smile as he took in the relaxed atmosphere
around.

Nine
months after they had ran off from the burgeoning Rebellion and they
were still keeping one step ahead of the Rebellion, that they
occasionally worked with and two steps ahead of the Empire and Vader.

Allowing
those who had been injured or had losses to heal somewhat.

Now,
Obi-Wan would claim that he himself was doing a lot better than when
he was with Vader but he wouldn’t state that for sure as he
sometimes had periods where his mind was utterly blank and needed
someone to snap him out of his episodes.

The
Sith drug had properly hampered his mind but the episodes were
happening less and less over the months and all the troopers he
worked with on Homebase knew how to help him out of those spots.

But
they were still the evidence of when he was the ‘Doll of the
Empire’ as he had seen a Rebellion bulletin on once, though he
hadn’t gotten to read much of it before Rex was there, his jaw
white as he dragged Obi-Wan away with protective anger oozing into
the Force.

Nightmares
were still an issue, but Rex…

Obi-Wan
snuck a glance at the former captain, finding the man murmuring quiet
orders to Boil and Waxer about the fuel gauge and water levels.

Rex
was a blessing, he’d still sit with his arm around Obi-Wan and just
hold him, letting him calm down from the nightmares that haunted
Obi-Wan’s every step and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel…

Cheeks
color, Obi-Wan crossed his arms defensively over his chest, looking
down at his feet.

No,
he shouldn’t be feeling that way.

Rex
was a friend, a great friend, who came to his aid when the need was
great and Obi-Wan should tell the thing beating in his chest to shut
u-

Glancing
up in surprise at the sound of music that cut his thoughts off,
Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise as he recognized the waltz of
Beneda before looking over to Lamb, the young clone giving him a
small grin before pointing at the viewfind, past the hovering ships
around them. “The fuel depot is hovering in range of a radio shows
signal, they’re currently playing music and since we’re
refueling, we can catch the signal.” He explained happily before
leaning his elbows on the control board he was sat at, closing his
eyes to listen with a pleased sigh.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan let a slow smile cross his lips at that, glancing to find the
radio satellite they were in range of, swaying lightly to the tune.

He
remembered this song well, it was one Qui-Gon had used when he was
teaching Obi-Wan how to formal dance as a young padawan and Obi-Wan
had done so badly back then, stepping on Qui-Gon’s big feet as the
man laughed softly and assured him that it was normal.

Oh
how he had despised that song as a teen.

He’d
grown to love it as an adult, it reminded him of happy days as
Qui-Gon’s padawan, learning to dance at his master’s side for
socialites functions, laughing with his master when he tripped over
his own feet.

“May
I have this dance my liege?” A teasing voice suddenly murmured,
Obi-Wan jumping a bit in shock as he found Rex suddenly beside him in
a half bow, hand extended with a small smile on his lips.

Lips
twitching in return, Obi-Wan glanced around the bridge at the amused
glances thrown their way before accepting Rex hand with a small
chuckle. “Why, my dashing knight, I accept.” He grinned wryly,
smile growing into a wide, genuine one when Rex pulled him into a
Galactic Basic waltz of all thing.

Maybe
he shouldn’t be shocked as Rex hand pulled him close while his
other came down on Obi-Wan’s waist, guiding him along carefully.
Rex had always been a clever trooper, who could be creative and pick
up knowledge.

Absently,
as he rested his hand on Rex shoulder, Obi-Wan noted Waxer pulling
Boil to dance too but his focus was on the captain in front of him.
“Been a while since I danced.” Obi-Wan confessed, struggling not
to step on the others toes.

Where
had all those Jedi grace and manners gone?

Chuckling,
Rex spun them lightly around. “Well, been a while since we had the
freedom to dance or the music for it. No one said we couldn’t
indulge a bit when we had the chance.” Rex noted softly, smiling at
Obi-Wan.

‘He
smells of mint and oranges…’ Obi-Wan noted, his chest feeling
warm and content.

()()()()

Yellow,
toxic eyes snapped open to glare at the wall, the curtains of the
room shredding under the immense power as the carpets ripped and
furniture warped.

“Who
are you smiling for Obi-Wan?” Vader growled, dragging his nails
over the meditation mat before he snapped to his feet, leaving behind
a ruined room after his attempted scrying for his
Jedi,

Obi-Wan
was happy, dancing in someones arms, smiling at someone… and it
burned
Vader to know.

He’d
have the other back.

He
was going to have Obi-Wan back or the galaxy would burn.

Maybe flash forward in heated teen to TPM. How do things go differently when Ani and Obi meet? Btw, what are the Nabooians views on Omegas?

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Honestly
in all the fuss, Anakin hadn’t noticed the
sweetened smell until he was shaking the others hand.

The
other Jedi, Obi-Wan, the padawan of Mr. Qui-Gon, was an omega.

And
also clearly relieved to have the taller man back as he helped the
man up, guiding him into the ship while bringing Anakin in.
“Regardless of this situation master, I am grateful that you are
back.” The redhead murmured as he moved at the others side,
frowning faintly.

Letting
out a low sigh, the tall Jedi sent his young companion a small,
worried frown. “Let me guess, the Naboos.” He murmured quietly,
Anakin straining to listen as he followed closely behind master
Qui-Gon.

At
that the redhead pursed his lips and gave a tight nod, looking
strained before sighing and shaking his head. “Just please deal
with them master, I’m tired of them all by now,” He murmured
before turning a bit and smiling at Anakin. It was a nice smile and
made it clear that Obi-Wan had nothing against Anakin. “Now, we’ve
already been introduced but how about I help you find something to
eat and drink Anakin, as I’m certain Qui-Gon hasn’t taken a break
since Mos Espa.”

Glancing
at the taller Jedi, giggling a bit when he flustered, Anakin nodded
with a shy smile, following Obi-Wan further into the ship as Qui-Gon
split from them.

“Are
the Naboos mean?” Anakin whispered, twisting his hands into his
tunic hem as he followed the omega.

Letting
out a small hum, Obi-Wan lead Anakin to a rather
large galley where he lifted Anakin up on a counter, so he could
watch what the other was doing. “No, they’re nice but… well
they have very traditional views of omegas if you understand.” The
Jedi moved to a cabinet, pulling out a pouch and a mealbar, both in
blue packing before pausing, looking at Anakin as if to gauge how
much the blond understood.

Blinking,
Anakin stared back. “So… they think you should… not be here?”
He ventured a guess, he heard a lot from slave masters about how
omegas should be barefoot and pregnant, they didn’t care who heard
them.

Quirking
his lips a bit, Obi-Wan nodded, coming over with the pouch and the
mealbar. “That’s one way of putting it, so they don’t really
like listening to me. Anyhow, this is a fruit jelly pouch,” He
lifted the blue pouch. “And this is a mealbar. I’m going to fill
you a bottle of water too, just give me a moment.” He murmured,
smiling kindly as he handed over the two blue covered food items.

Setting
the mealbar aside, Anakin twisted the lid of the jelly pouch,
fascinated with it as he watched Obi-Wan fetch the bottle to fill as
he had said.

It
gave him a bit of time to think.

This
was a Jedi and an omega.

He
smelled of fresh fruits, sweet and he was also very kind.

Just
like Padme.

But
unlike Padme, Obi-Wan didn’t seem to care at all where Anakin came
from and just wanted to feed him and make sure he had water. Oh,
Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was also distracting him so Mr. Qui-Gon and
whatever the man was doing, but that didn’t mean his actions
weren’t genuine.

And
food was important to a person but to Tatooine… water was even more
important.

Obi-Wan
gave him a whole bottle of water with a soft smile on his kind face,
dimples at the corner of his lips.

Anakin
didn’t really know what to expect from the omega Jedi, he
had never expected to find an omega Jedi if he was honest.

But
he’d like to say that he liked him as Obi-Wan provided him with a
warm blanket and after a moment of thought, settled his own robe
around the boy to ensure he would be as warm as possible despite the
coldness of space, giving
Anakin a quick hair ruffle before going to find Mr. Qui-Gon.

Padme
might be an angel in looks, an ethereal creature from Iego.

Obi-Wan
was an angel in behavior, soft sweetness filling Anakin’s nostrils
from the brown robe wrapped warmly around Anakin as
he fell asleep in the lounge later on, JarJar snoring away in another
seat in the lounge.

Sensitivetorejection- so I know for me, knowing I have adhd makes it a lot easier to visibly do stuff like fidgeting and doodling and using my noise cancelling headphones (that may actually be my autism but they’re common in ADHD folx too) to help me focus so something about Obi-Wan being able to stop worrying quite so much about looking ‘normal’ and realizing that even w/out treatment it helps just to know the truth? To realize he’s not just ‘like this’ but it’s symptoms that can be helped?

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Okay,
so being bluntly honest at least in his own head… ADHD sucked butt
and Obi-Wan wasn’t ashamed to admit that.

At
least not to his healer, Qui-Gon and to his closest friends at least.

He
got a few laughs and with Qui-Gon he also got a hug and tight squeeze
that had made him feel good.

Talking
about his healer, Lulu Ferreno was a weirdo and Obi-Wan loved him.
The
man apparently had autism and was seriously good at his job as a
healer though sometimes his understanding of people around him was a
bit skewed Obi-Wan noticed.

But
the man had good suggestion on what Obi-Wan needed and knew which
tests to put the young Jedi under.

He
had been the one to suggest the noise canceling headphones that could
also alternatively play music and
for the first time in… well forever, his mind was actually ‘quiet’
in a manner of speaking after
Qui-Gon had gotten him the blue and black headphones.

Or
rather, he could turn his focus on the music choice really as
that was what he was doing when he was wearing the noise canceling
headphones and using the music, though the quiet was nice too, helped
him relax.

It
wasn’t quite the mind being quiet or turned off as others could he
would admit,
but it was something, right?

Right.

That’s
what Qui-Gon at least said, approving as he put another cute sticker
on Obi-Wan’s accomplishment book that hung on the fridge.

He
had a lot of stickers, he felt embarrassed happy about them.

Healer
Lulu also got him a black
fidget cube with
red details on,
a dice formed cube that had six different functions that Obi-Wan
could click, flip or roll or use any of the six functions and it was
easy to bring with him anywhere he wanted.

He
also constantly had a textured snap on bracelet in bright red that he
always carried with him and
could use quietly during lessons if he wanted, a sensory bracelet as
Lulu had informed him.

And
all his teachers had been informed that for him, doodling on a sheet
was not him not paying attention, it was his fingers needing
something to do, to release energy while he still payed attention to
the lesson.

It…
made things easier.

For
the first time in forever, lessons that used to bore him or made him
feel stupid because he couldn’t pay attention was actually made
easier because he had help, he had coping measures… and he got to
know others who had ADHD.

Like
Knight Windu, who had come by to quietly speak with Obi-Wan when he
had heard about it. Or Jocasta Nu, who had quietly informed Obi-Wan
about several holo books that had helped her when she was younger.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t alone.

He
wasn’t alone about having ADHD in the temple, he wasn’t alone
about being different and he wasn’t alone in handling his neuro
diversity, Qui-Gon quick to research along with Healer Lulu there to
give them a guiding hand.

And
Qui-Gon was trying, really
trying and doing his best, making sure that Obi-Wan understood that
while Obi-Wan had areas to improve, he wasn’t as bad off as his
mind tried to make him seem, that Obi-Wan was always improving
and that Qui-Gon was proud of him.

It
was of course less easy to apply this way of thinking to the entire
temple but… Obi-Wan knew that his mind lied to him at times.

And
as long as he had some help, some support, he figured he was doing
rather decently.

After
all, no one became a master right of the bat and Obi-Wan had his
master to help him become a knight just as capable as anyone else in
the temple.

He
trusted in that.

And
he trusted in the temple trying to do their best by him even if
individuals at times could be unknowingly cruel or thoughtless.

They
didn’t know after all.

And
they were all just sentient beings, everyone as capable of flaw and
failure as the next living thing.