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Hi Moddy, What happens next in Guild of Exiles ? Can we see some interraction between Obi-Wan and the troopers please ? Or between Lace and the troopers for that matter ?

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Muttering
in annoyance while
wondering how long the captain would be in the Jedi temple,
Lace squinted down the barrel of her blaster pistol with displeasure.
She knew that di’kut Blast had taken her blaster and tampered with
it, the barrel was crooked if only by a wee millimeter but that was
enough to affect
it.

‘Blast
is a dead man when I get my hands on him.’ She thought darkly to
herself as she tried to pull it back into a straight line with her
bare hands. Then she sighed deeply and looked up at the trooper
standing in front of her, having
been pointedly ignoring them for the last five minutes.
“Wadda you want? I’m not answering
questions about the Captain if that’s what you’re out after.”
She stated brusquely with a small frown on her face.

She
had thought she would be left at least in a little bit of peace when
she went to the armory to work her weapons over, bringing all of them
to get a good clean out since the Republic was providing the tools
for it.  Didn’t have Lace’s preferred blaster oil but it was good
enough.

The
two blue painted troopers exchanged looks and Lace wasn’t stupid
enough not to notice there was a slight dim in the conversation that
meant that others were listening. “You sure vod? Because
a big
bird told me that if I gave you this, you might tell us something.”
The one with the five tattooed on his forehead said, holding up a
heart shaped box in bright pink.

Staring
at the box, Lace blinked then narrowed her eyes. “Hoodie is a dead
man,” She grumbled but took the box, opening up to reveal her dark,
minty chocolate before sighing deeply. ‘Sorry captain, you have my
loyalty but chocolate has my heart.’ She popped one in the mouth
and nodded, the two sitting down on the same bench as her. “I’m
Lace.” She introduced.

“We
know,” The second one grinned at her, holding out his hand. “Echo
and this is Fives.” He nodded to the other.

Shaking
his hand, Lace snorted while giving Fives a pointed look.

The
man just shrugged and rubbed his forehead tattoo. “So… captain
Exile?” He tilted his head.

Sighing
deeply and a bit exasperatedly, Lace tapped her fingers on her black
and purple vambrace. “Hoodie is so a dead man, I’m telling on him
to the captain… okay, what do you want to know about the captain?”
She rested the box of chocolate in her lap.

Looking
at each other, Fives and Echo communicated entirely in facial
expressions before looking back at her. “What kind of military
leader is he?”

Okay,
a sensible question and not too personal.

Rubbing
her chin and inwardly grimacing as she felt stubble, Lace breathed
out a bit. “Well, he makes a tight defense pretty much with an
offensive team bubbled inside it. He like’s to do ambushes you see
if he can. Make the enemy think we’re weaker than we are as we hold
a great defense and then trigger the trap when they think their
victory is assured,” She explained as the two nodded. “I mean,
that’s not to say we don’t go wrong, we’ve had casualties and
injuries of course but most of that comes from faulty information and
very rarely is it the Captain’s fault and even if it is, no one
blames him.” She grimaced.

“They
don’t?” Echo blinked, raising his brows.

Pursing
her lips while narrowing her eyes, Lace contemplated not answering
before sighing deeply. “He blames himself enough when he loses
someone that we don’t have to. He’s Force sensitive, you already
know that right?” She slowly tapped her fingers on the her
vambrace, chocolate box secure in her lap.

“That
was pretty obvious when he started floating those spoons around
yesterday and then started to juggle them.” Fives grinned wickedly and Lace snorted deeply.

‘That’s
the captain alright.’ She thought fondly before shaking her head.
“Him being Force sensitive, he creates bonds with us. We can’t
feel it on our ends most of the time, being none sensitive but…”
Lace trailed off as the two leaned in. “…He feels us all the time
and when we die, he grieves hard. We
are his crew that’s true… but most of all we’re his aliit,
we’re family. We’re broken or discarded parts from the galaxy and
he took us in and gave us the tools to feel whole and important and
for that we give him our loyalty and our trust.” Lace set the
chocolate box aside.

She
ignored the ringing silence as she instead picked up her blaster to
look down the barrel again, finding it straighter than before but
still off. “…We’d walk into the void of the galaxy for him
because we know he’d do the same for us any time of the day.” She
whispered softly, tightening her grip on the blaster.

‘And
if any of those di’kut hut’uun Senator’s tries anything funny
with him, they’re going to be facing the end of my barrel.’ Lace
thought in grim pleasure because no
one touched her ori vod without consequences.

She’d
gut them herself for
trying.

Can we get more of BurnedEyes? Maybe a jump forward to Obi figuring out that Ataru no longer fits him since the leaps and attacks take a lot of hand-eye coordination? I mean, especially if you have difficulty judging footing and stable places to land. So Qui-Gon has him work with several masters to figure out a style that works best. Maybe Tahl and Micah weigh in? And while Soresu is a good fit, maybe his grandmaster Dooku works with him on Makashi too?

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A
Jedi’s
primary focus is to trust
in the Force as they walk forward on the path in their life and that
includes any blind Jedi, be it by birth or by time.

That
includes Obi-Wan now and he reminds himself to trust in the Force as
he continues to breath as deeply as he can despite already being
exhausted and feeling like his limbs will fall off at any moment as
he strains his ears.

One
little shuffle, one little shift, that’s all he needs as he relies
on the Force to give him impressions, to work as his ‘eyes’ in a
round about way without giving away to his opponent that he knows
where he is.

There.

Snapping
around, Obi-Wan barely blocked the powerful blow, feeling the
vibrations up his arms as his own grunt was covered by a louder growl
as he pushed back the very frustrated Master Mace.

When
Qui-Gon had told him that Ataru would be close to impossible to him
with the twists and turns and leaps that required a high amount of
hand to eye not to mention dept perception, he had felt his stomach
drop.

When
he had been informed that his master was looking into alternatives he
had been cautiously optimistic.

And
when he had finally informed him who
would be teaching him… well sufficient to say that Obi-Wan’s
first thought was how he was going to get his ass kicked to the mats
more than once.

However
it appeared that it wasn’t as bad as Obi-Wan had worried, because
Obi-Wan’s way of sensing the world acted as a natural counter
balance to Master Windu’s vaapad.

That
was not to say it was easy, far from it, Obi-Wan could feel the
strain in every muscle and that included the mental ones calculating
each and every move of the master and clearly Master Mace was going
gentle against him on purpose because if he truly went all out on a
padawan, especially one recovering as Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan would be flung
against the mats
ages ago.

But
he was doing better than expected.

Because
Master Mace had gone from gently testing him to properly working up a
sweat from what Obi-Wan could smell every time the other came close
enough.

He
couldn’t bounce and jump as before no, but he could still block and
parry and even cautiously attack when he felt certain enough though
the master of the order quite easily swatted him away but maybe, just
maybe Obi-Wan could one day become as great a swordsman as his master
and the master of the order if he continued like this.

Finally
Mace seemed tired of the cat and mouse game and Obi-Wan yelped as he
felt a foot hook around his ankle while the saber was slammed out of
his grip, the blind padawan’s back hitting the floor mat’s with a
loud thump as he breathed out heavily.

There
was a deep silence before the master of the order spoke. “That was
quite impressive young Kenobi, your master wasn’t wrong about your
progress.” The man sounded amused to Obi-Wan and he heard the saber
power down and a shift, sensed the others hand in the air.

Gingerly
Obi-Wan pushed himself up and took the hand, knowing that he was
blushing but hoping that the mask he now wore covered that up. “Thank
you Master Mace, I’ve been trying my best to adapt to my new way of
sensing the world through the Force but… well I’m still younger.”
He murmured humbly, feeling the warm hand squeeze his.

“You
have come far padawan and your mastery over sensing with the Force is
great. Just continue to work forward and you may just become our
greatest member.” Mace murmured warmly as steps came towards them.

Obi-Wan
could sense his master, glowing with pride along with another person.
Human, male and curious by what Obi-Wan could tell.

The
Force was a great ally to him but
it was not the same as seeing so there were some things Obi-Wan just
could no longer take in… like colors but at least he had this much
as he turned to his master and the unknown person, bowing slightly.
“Masters.”

Approval
rung in the other person even as Qui-Gon reached out to squeeze his
shoulder. “Well done Obi-Wan, you held out much longer than I even
hoped,” The man chuckled, filling Obi-Wan with happiness at the praise even as he
tilted his head curiously in the direction of the other person.
Something Qui-Gon was quick to notice. “Ah, this is your
grandmaster Obi-Wan, Yan Dooku, I’ve asked him here to see if
makashi may be a style for you. What do you think Yan?”

Obi-Wan
heard a shift, smelled expensive cologne along with hearing a deep
hum as he imagined the person rubbing their chin in the way he had seen Qui-Gon do often. “I would say he
has the body type for it, by what I can tell, he would benefit from the
tight movements and conservation of the Force but we will have to
see. Do you have energy for another spar young padawan?” The latter
was of course directed at Obi-Wan, the voice deep, smooth and
thoughtful.

Straightening
up under what he assumed to be three gazes, Obi-Wan nodded. “Of
course master. I strive to do my best and have more than enough
energy for a trial spar.” He answered promptly, feeling Qui-Gon
squeeze his shoulder gently in assurance.

He
wasn’t expected to win any of these spars but Obi-Wan would
endeavor to do his best still.

Endeavor
to do his master proud and make his place in the order a certain
thing.

Hello, I believe it’s called #Jedistereotype, could we get the next piece. I mean what did the government do, did they even care? What about the council? Thank you kindly

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They
arrive at the temple late at night and Anakin doesn’t have the
heart to wake the wee tyke as he carefully picks him up and tucks him
to his chest with his pack on his back. Slowly he makes his way down
the ramp, murmuring to the mechanic to get the shuttle logged in
before making his way to the elevator, grateful that the noise in the
hanger is always quieter at night than at day.

Honestly
the flow of the temple is always slower at night.

There
are nocturnal Jedi and just Jedi who need to leave at night but most
activities go from a bubbling river to a slow float at night and that
suits Anakin just fine as he settles his cheek on Obi-Wan’s fluffy
hair.

And
it’s clear by the visible surprise on the council faces as he steps
into the chamber that Antallan has not reported a missing or
kidnapped youngling.

They
hadn’t cared.

Well
if Anakin wasn’t prissy before he certainly became it now as he
gently shifted Obi-Wan against his chest. “Masters.” He murmured,
bowing slightly as he held his
boy to him.

His
boy the dragon hissed as he watched the master’s frown and exchange
glances.

“I
would ask how the mission to Antallan went… but I find myself more
concerned with who you have in your arms Knight Skywalker.” Windu
murmured as he sat forward, staring at Obi-Wan.

Glancing
down at the boy still sleeping safetly tucked to his chest, Anakin
shrugged slightly. “This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, he came from one of the
orphanages from the Antallan.” He murmured quietly so not to wake
the sleeping child.

There
want a small conversation in the Force and Anakin noticed Depa
suddenly relaxing, zeroing in on her as an ally and potentially Plo
too if the way he stopped tapping his claws on the chair was an
indication.

He
didn’t notice Yoda’s ears twitching nor the old troll closing his
eyes as he focused.

He
was too busy watching Windu blink before leaning forward to rest his
elbows on his knees with an intent look on his dark face. “Ah…
did you clear this with Antallan?” The man murmured.

Shaking
his head, Anakin shifted Obi-Wan a bit and carefully pulled his
bandaged arm out from its tucked position against Obi-Wan and his own
chest. “No and honestly, considering Obi-Wan’s state, I think I
did the right think Masters.” He
stated with conviction, still remembering the burns and small
untreated wounds he had taken care of that must have hurt little Obi
for a while now, especially the circular little burns that had made
Anakin want to gag or rage and return to the orphanage to teach the
adults a lesson.

Windu’s
face went through a series of spasms before turning to Yoda, causing
Anakin to look the old trolls way too.

They
both paused however as Yoda’s eyes remained close, ears twitching
as the man smiled slowly.

Slowly
tucking the arm back, Anakin waited nervously for the grandmaster’s
verdict.

The
stillness sounded so loud, Obi-Wan’s soft breath a thunder in his
ears along with his own heart when Yoda finally spoke. “Strong he
is, stronger he will become,” Here Yoda cracked open an eye. “Your
padawan he is to be hmm.” The question came out more like a
statement.

Nodding
slightly, Anakin tightened his grasp around the child in his arms.
“He is, I’ve seen it. I feel the stirrings of a bond already.”
He explained.

That
caused a soft buzz, a natural bond was rare in the temple but not
unheard of.

But
it also meant that Obi-Wan belonged in the temple.

“We
will have to bring this before the Senate commission before Antallan
notices,” Master Ti suddenly murmured, looking at Yoda. “If we
nip it in the bud, they can not demand him back, present the evidence
of Knight Skywalker’s findings and also save ourselves some grief
from those who despise us.” She stated in her calm voice.

Letting
the master’s voices wash over him, Anakin settled his cheek on the
tyke’s head while watching them, content in the knowledge that
Obi-Wan was his.

His
child, his padawan and no one will take Obi-Wan away from him.

Not
the council, not Antallan’s government and certainly no
Senator… he’d burn them first.

For Dearly Departed, how is Obi-Wan doing now that he’s back in temple?

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Hissing
loudly in pain as the needle slid in, Obi-Wan clenched his other hand
down on Qui-Gon’s as his eyes watered from what he knew shouldn’t
hurt as much but did at the moment. He was slowly coming down from
the over-sensitivity of his ‘awakening’ as the council and anyone
else had started to call it.

But
he was still very sensitive to impressions, still didn’t quite
handle anyone but Qui-Gon or Anakin touching him and Force, opening
himself up to the Force was a recipe for catastrophe frankly.

He
could feel everything
if he actually opened up to it and didn’t just passively allow it
to fill him, Yoda
describing Obi-Wan as having been rubbed raw by the Force in a way
when he was brought back to life, his dead body being given the tools
to breath and piss but that still didn’t mean he handled it well
and he certainly did not handle the Force well.

He
had given himself a seizure two days ago when he tried and that had
been under supervision of the entire council as no one was certain
how Obi-Wan would react and still
it went wrong, first
by him going into a seizure and then leaving him catatonic for close
to half a day.

Qui-Gon
had expressively forbidden any trials until they were more secure in
Obi-Wan being able to manage such a sudden burst of influences,
feelings and sensation from the galaxy and
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but agree.

‘Least
I can shower properly now with both sonic and water… that’s
improvement.’ He thought to himself as the healer removed the
needle, having gotten all the vials of blood from Obi-Wan that was
needed.

A
dab of bacta and then cotton was applied and he was done, Obi-Wan
breathing out in relief before whining softly and raising both hands,
his free and the one being held by Qui-Gon, towards the other man,
silently demanding.

He
got a soft smile from the gray haired man and a quick response, the
man wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan in a gentle hug.

Settling
his head on the others shoulder, Obi-Wan sniffled a bit, nuzzling
into the warm neck that smelled of home.

“Is
that all?” He smiled into the warm neck as the sound of the other
speaking rumbled through him, filling him with pleasant warmth.

“Indeed,
we can’t really start with a physical therapy yet with his
over-sensitivity to the world but keep on helping him move about the
quarters and in the gardens until we can and things should improve.
And I heard that young knight Skywalker suggested taking master
Kenobi to the pools, I quite approve of that.” The zabrak healer
said in a cheerful tone.

Qui-Gon
shifted, clearly a nod before shifting Obi-Wan and pulling back to
undo the breaks on the hoverchair. “Alright, back to our quarters
it is. Anakin is waiting for us, something about herbed lotusroot and
veg-meat.” He said in a warm tone as he rested a hand on Obi-Wan’s
knee.

Letting
out a low noise, Obi-Wan nodded tiredly.

Clearly
that was something Qui-Gon caught onto. “And a nap I’d say.” He
murmured with a small frown before standing, leaning on his cane as
he said goodbye to Healer Biore.

The
creeping dread of feeling useless and a burden cropped up in
Obi-Wan’s mind, something he quickly tried to push away as he had
for the last two weeks since he started to take in the situation
properly.

But
he couldn’t help it, feeling too sensitive and shaken, unable
to really do anything but have Qui-Gon and Anakin help him and even
then he felt like such a burden to his bondmate and his semi-padawan.

Who
was an adult now.

Force,
how could the Force bring him back like this,
just to be a burden to those he loved.

A
hand rested on his cheek and he let out a low noise, looking up with
wide eyes as he noticed they were out in the hall with Qui-Gon
standing in front of him instead of behind him guiding the chair.
‘When did that happen!?’ Obi-Wan thought with some panic that got
smothered when the man spoke.

“Love,
you are no burden to me,” Qui-Gon whispered, rubbing his cheek
gently with his thumb even as Obi-Wan flinched a bit at having
broadcasted his thoughts clearly. “I would do anything
for you and you can’t imagine how my world has been since you
left,” Qui-Gon stopped talking, swallowing heavily. “You are a
gift my love, one I would never scorn.”

Staring
up at the other man, Obi-Wan lifted a shaking hand to his cheek,
covering Qui-Gon’s large palm with his before hiccuping. “I’m
sorry… I didn’t mean to leave, I’m sorry I’m broken, I’m so
sorry.” He whimpered out, crying when the other leaned down and
hugged him, the cane clattering to the floor as they cried into each
others shoulders in the open hallway in the temple where anyone could
have seen them.

“I’m
so sorry.”

“Don’t
leave me again Obi-Wan, just don’t leave me.”

Ohhhh my goodness Safetydelayed continues to be my favorite thing. Can we have Anakin’s reaction next? It seems like we were on the brink of that in the last chapter

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Stomping
out of the tent following
his roar,
Anakin’s robe billowed around him like a bats wings only to
suddenly freeze in his place as he stared at Obi-Wan kneeling in
front of his commander. The blond closed his eyes and took a deep
breath, his face doing several spasms before he just went a sort of
blankly sad and opened his eyes.

At
a much slower pace he approached Obi-Wan and held out his hand to the
other Jedi, his old master, helping him up as Rex helped his own vod
up. The
cooling gel was a bit bothersome but as a man who often worked with
mech, Anakin was always equipped.

He
pulled out a rag from his belt and cleaned both his own and Obi-Wan’s
hands off quickly before looking back at Obi-Wan’s face as he
tucked the rag back.

Obi-Wan
peered back uncertainly before relaxing when Anakin just pulled him
into a careful hug, tightening it when Obi-Wan slid his own around
Anakin in a much tighter hold.

Anakin
said nothing for what felt like several long minutes before a raw,
broken tone escaped the blond knight. “What is the council going to
do about it? The tabloids reporting personal information?” He
rasped out.

Sighing
deeply into the black shoulder, gripping the back of the man’s
tunic, Obi-Wan shook his head as he felt Anakin tense up. “Most
likely nothing,
the Coruscant Moons hasn’t reported anything but assumptions and
conjecture, they’ll use freedom of the press as a way of getting
around it.” He mumbled.

“But
that’s…” Anakin voice was full of outrage, wrapping himself
more tightly around Obi-Wan.

“An
affront to decency? Abuse of the laws of freedom of the press? An
insult to my privacy?” Obi-Wan joked weakly before sighing and
resting his forehead on Anakin’s shoulder, hiding a bit away. “Yes,
it is. But that’s what they do. Technically they haven’t reported
anything they couldn’t have found from public information though
the amount of digging they’d have to do… they’d have to find
Shkma’s incarnation which has my information on and what he was
sentenced for… luckily the details are internal at least.”
Obi-Wan mumbled tiredly.

Anakin
pressed in closer, a warm and protective barrier against the galaxy
just as Qui-Gon had been for so long.

“I
could attempt to sue them for privacy infringement but since it’s
true, I can’t sue them for slander and honestly the privacy
infringement is also a long shot since all the information they
printed is public and the rest is speculation.” Obi-Wan felt tired
as he murmured what had been both his and Qui-Gon’s summary during
the quick warning.

There
was a deep, huffing breath, Anakin shaking a bit before he spoke.
“I’m gonna lift you up now and I’m gonna carry you to the tent
where I’ll tuck you into your bunk okay?” He murmured quietly.

Honestly
he should argue that, there was so much to do but Obi-Wan felt
exhausted, too many eyes, both physical and metaphorical, lingering
on him.

So
he nodded into the other Jedi’s shoulder and lifted his arms up
around Anakin’s neck, holding on as he felt arms slide under his
rear and lift him up, his legs tucking up around the others waist. It
wasn’t the first time Anakin carried him like this unfortunately
even if Anakin himself never understood the level of trust before in
the move.

Now
he knew why Obi-Wan was so wary of people and touches and what level
of trust was being given to him. Steady steps brought him away from
the troopers quiet murmurs and their protective rage as Anakin
slipped into the tent they shared.

Gently
he was tipped into the rickety bunk before Anakin knelt down to
remove the boots and then the belt, Obi-Wan watching him with tired
eyes until blue looked up to meet his.

“Hey…”
Anakin rested his hands on Obi-Wan’s knees, rubbing gently with his
thumbs. “It’s going to be alright. Not right now but we’ll make
it alright.” He stated quietly before leaning up and hugging
Obi-Wan again.

“I
just feel so tired Anakin, I don’t even understand how they put the
trail together.” Obi-Wan whispered before allowing Anakin to gently
push him to lay his head down on the pillow, the blanket tucked
around him.

“I
don’t know,” Anakin murmured, shaking his head with a serious
face. “But I’m going to find out and when I do, I’m going to…”
He breathed out heavily before resting a hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek.
“Want me to send you into a dreamless sleep?” The blond tacked on
worriedly.

Considering
his options, Obi-Wan nodded. “Wake me after two hours. I want to
sleep come nightfall.” The man whispered before closing his eyes,
trusting Anakin to send him into dreamland.

Thumbing
the others temple carefully, Anakin face turned from worry to muted
rage.

Someone
had gone digging in Obi-Wan’s past and had found something horrific
and instead of doing the decent thing, ignoring it, they had
published
it for sale and some credits. Anakin was going to find out who and
when he did, he was going to have a nice, long
conversation with them.

I love all your work and am in awe of your writing abilities. I don’t know if you’re still doing anything with AlphaCones or really any fluff/humour with the clones, if possible please

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Nodding
to Rex, Cody started to unclip his armor from his suit as Obi-Wan
watched the two with tired, slightly glassy eyes.

The
local lung infection was really doing a number on their mate and Jedi
but at least he was sleeping well with the schedule they had set up
so one trooper could stay with Obi-Wan at all time was doing wonder
for him.

And
since there was always someone there, they made sure that Obi-Wan
took in fluids, medication and some soup when he felt like eating.

Honestly
Cody would be happy when the other was back on his feet, as nice as
it was to have their omega rely on them, it worried Cody to see his
General so down for the count even as he slid into the others bunk
and nest, Rex leaving with a warm goodbye.

Instantly
Obi-Wan shifted into his chest and made a little soft pleading sound
that turned pleased when Cody pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Hey.” He rasped out, the cough wrecking his throat clearly.

“Hey,
Rex told me you managed to keep the entire bowl of soup down at
dinner,” Cody murmured quietly in return, smiling when the other
nodded. “That’s good, signs of improvement cyare.” He stated
while settling his arms around the others waist, hands resting in the
small of Obi-Wan’s back.

“Still
feel gross,” Obi-Wan grumbled, sniffling a bit before turning his
head away to cough a bit and never had Cody been more grateful for
the Kamino’s tampering with their DNA to make them more hardy to
things like diseases. “So karking gross.” Obi-Wan groaned when he
finished coughing.

Humming,
rubbing the others back lightly, Cody nodded slowly. “We should get
you into a sonic soon, get your nest cleared out with fresh blankets.
Can’t be healthy to lay around in your own juices.” He wrinkled
his nose.

There
was a long pause, prompting Cody to look down to find Obi-Wan staring
at him with narrowed eyes.

“…What?”
Cody puzzled, blinking.

The
eyes narrowed a silver more. “…That is so gross, now all I can
think about is how I haven’t changed in several days despite
sweating like a gamorran in a sauna and how the nest is gross too.”
He grumbled unhappily.

Sniggering
softly, Cody took a chance and stole a quick, closed mouthed kiss
from Obi-Wan. “Well, you’re a cute gross thing at least.” He
teased even as Obi-Wan groaned at him.

The
omega weakly hit him in the chest, grumbling before going back to
snuggling in with his primary mate, winding down as Cody stopped
talking.

‘Let
him rest… once he’s slept I’ll help him to the sonics so he can
clean off a bit and ask someone to clean out the nest for fresher
blankets… at least air out the nest a bit.’ Cody mused to himself
as he nuzzled at what really was disgustingly greasy, slightly sweaty
and
lank at the moment
hair.

Just
as he thought the other was asleep, Obi-Wan’s breathing slow if a
bit wheezy, the Jedi spoke up again. “So karking gross…” He
mumbled.

Unable
to help himself and honestly not caring who heard, Cody laughed,
shaking lightly as he clung to his mate.

in shut me down. You have Obi-wan has autism. I studied it in collage for a semester. Can we have have some of Obi-wan showing symptoms. Like when he gets overwhelmed he starts rocking back and forth and Yan being able to help him but the other Jedi are finally seeing that Obi-wan was hurt badly.

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Compared
to Serenno and the mansion, the temple is loud,
loud in the Force, loud in noise despite it being a temple full of
Jedi who are calm and collected for the most part.

And
normally it is easy to handle, especially in the Archives, which is
one of the quietest of spaces in the entire temple maybe outside the
vaults.

But
for someone with special needs… it can become overwhelming and Yan
is ashamed to admit that it takes in a bit too long to notice how
Obi-Wan hands are fisted into his tunic and the way he is rocking
back and forth on his feet, eyes narrowed into watery slits at
even the soft buzz of conversation and Force in the Archives.

Excusing
himself from his conversation with Jocasta, Yan quickly closed
distance between himself and his ward, grasping Obi-Wan by the elbow.
“Obi-Wan.” He murmured quietly, getting the others attention.

Slowly,
watery green eyes focused on him and Obi-Wan let out a tiny pitched
whine from
his throat,
his knees visibly trembling as he forced himself to stop rocking.

“You
don’t have to say anything,” Yan murmured quietly, all too aware
that in the stillness of the Archive, most Jedi would hear him. “Just
nod. Do you want to go back to our rooms? Or a shielded meditation
room?” He questioned even as he wondered where the soft tooka toy
he got the other was. “Nod for our room, shake for meditation
room.” He tacked on even as he avoided patting the others pockets
for the plushie.

It
generally helped Obi-Wan retain some comfort but it seemed the other
hadn’t brought it with him.

Slowly
Obi-Wan nodded and Yan let out a breath, nodding in return before
tucking Obi-Wan’s elbow into his arm and guiding him out of the
Archive with steady steps and a comforting arm.

‘It
must be the too
difference, he’s not used to having so many Force sensitive around
again and it’s become overwhelming. Kark I knew things went too
easy in getting here.’ Yan thought angerly to himself for not
having thought of this before.

Of
course things were going too
easy even if they were in a roundabout way fleeing Serenno for safety
on Coruscant to a place where Palpatine couldn’t get his hands on
Obi-Wan but Yan hadn’t thought this
would become a problem.

‘It
must be so loud in his head… too many flashes and points of static
noise.’ He thought sadly to himself even as he guided them into the
elevator. “We should start bringing around your headphones and
maybe also bring little Qui, yes?” He stated softly in the privacy
of their elevator.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan turned and hid his face in Yan’s shoulder, shaking a bit.
“Lost.” He got out.

‘So
that’s why he didn’t bring Qui,’ Yan rubbed the back of the
others head a bit, fingers stroking through the soft strands. ‘He
lost him somewhere in the quarters.’ That did explain a whole lot.

By
the time he got Obi-Wan to their quarters, he was pretty sure the
gossip lines were in full activity and it didn’t shock him, when
later at night, that Mace showed up at the door with a small frown on
his face.

“He’s
alright,” Yan stated before the other could ask, letting him into
the quarters. “He just had a small episode, it happens.” He
explained quietly before gesturing to the couch where Obi-Wan was
curled up, working on a model ship.

Visibly
relaxing, Mace nodded while setting his boots aside. “Good to hear,
we were worried when the news reached us and the council sent me to
check so not to overwhelm him with too many visitors.” Mace stated quietly.

“I
can hear you two, you know.” Obi-Wan cut in with a soft voice, some
annoyance trapped in it.

Chuckling
softly as Mace jumped in surprise, Yan moved to the couch and ruffled
Obi-Wan’s hair. “Indeed you can, but as you know, Mace is only
here to check so please greet him.” Yan murmured in an equally soft
tone.

Shifting,
putting his model ship down on the caff table, Obi-Wan turned enough
to bow his head to the master of the order. “Master Mace.”

“Serah
Obi-Wan.” Mace returned, a small smile on his face as he took in
the affectionate relationship. Well, whatever concern there had been,
Mace would be more than happy to report that Obi-Wan was fine as long
as the Jedi learned not to overwhelm him and Obi-Wan could figure out
the situation.

And
he had a strong supporter at his side, Yan’s
warm smile speaking clear as day about his affection for his boy.

Moddy. I love all of your stories so much, your newest post is a must for an update tho, it’s so cute. Can we get the next part of #cutefacade please? Just the 212th meeting other units and they all become blushing embarrassed messes around Obiwan. And the 212th possessive and “hey he’s ours!” And people trying to get obiwan just like they predicted and the clones just cry internally, why can’t people leave their general alone? He’s theirs damnit! Also CodyWan or ObiClones please?

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Wrinkling
his nose even as Anakin continued crooning while tilting his face
back and forth, Obi-Wan let out a huff. “Yes Anakin, I seem to have
reduced in age. Yes I look like my padawan years but that is no need
to croon at me like I’m a lost duck-Anakin!?” Obi-Wan yelped as
the other wrapped him in a hug and put his cheek on Obi-Wan’s
fluffy hair.

“My
teeny tiny master is even tinier! I can’t believe it. I mean I
remember vaguely from when you took me on that you looked like this
Obi-Wan but kark it, nine year old me didn’t realize how cute you
were!” Anakin laughed, rubbing his cheek on the soft fluff while
holding around the outraged Jedi.

“Anakin!
I’m still a Jedi master! Anakin don’t you dare pick me up!
ANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yelled in outrage as he was indeed picked up,
coloring deeply while yelping as Anakin gave him a giant smack on the
cheek with his lips as
he bridal carried the squealing
redhead.

Giggling
at both of them, Ahsoka just happily kept snapping pictures for the
temple feed, knowing that these holos
were gold worth, especially
coupled up with a grassy nice background and the bubbling river only
meters away which gave it all a nice and natural feeling.

Also,
she knew Yoda would love to see Obi-Wan like this, the old goat was
worried about his lineage at times she knew.

Unnoticed
by the three Jedi were the troopers who were watching with wide eyes.
Rex placed his chin on his fist while watching, eyes glued to
Obi-Wan’s flushing face as the Jedi squirmed and he almost jumped
out of his skin when there was a hiss by his ear.

“You
better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking vod.” Cody
hissed darkly, glaring at his brother.

Gesturing
at the Jedi, Rex grinned. “Ah come on, the 212th
can’t handle a bit of healthy competition?” Rex teased even as he
stepped back from Cody as the man let out a noise like an offended
feline.

“He’s
our General, not yours. Go flirt and tease your own.” Cody muttered
petulantly.

Smirking
at the reaction, Rex shrugged. “Can’t, he’s a married man and
quite happy with his Senator and I get the feeling said Senator might
twist our hands if we try to flirt with her man,” Rex paused,
rubbing his chin. “That or potentially ask to watch…” He
trailed off.

Rolling
his eyes, Cody muttered to himself before firmly poking Rex in the
side, jabbing between the plastoid armor. “Just tell your men to
behave themselves, General Kenobi is still getting used to it all and
we don’t wanna spook him into growing a beard just yet.” He
grumbled at him.

Rex
rubbed his chin some more, staring at Cody before turning around and
cupping his hand around his mouth. “Oi! General Kenobi!”

Both
Anakin and Obi-Wan paused in their antics, Obi-Wan half over Anakin’s
shoulder as he continued trying to escape the grasp of the blond Jedi
but the call had them stopping to blink at Rex, Anakin gripping Obi-Wan’s legs to keep him in place.

“Dooooooon’t.”
Cody seethed, already raising his hands.

Smirking
widely, Rex winked. “Looking real cute there General.” He said in
a playful, happy tone before yelling out in shock as he was tackled
by Cody, the commander roaring as a wrestling match engaged and
promptly the 212th
and the 501st
started cheering for their commander and captain respectively.

Blinking,
frozen in their awkward position as they watched Cody and Rex,
Obi-Wan and Anakin traded inquisitive noises as Anakin set his former
master down on his feet.

“Huh…
heh you’re blushing,” Anakin sniggered softly only to yelp as
Obi-Wan punched him in the shoulder. “I think it’s more than your
looks that got a bit reverted.” He whined softly as
he rubbed his shoulder.

“Shut
up… you doodoo head.” Obi-Wan grumbled, crossing his arms over
his chest while clearly wishing he had his robe to hide in his hood,
trying to also hide the slight pleasure in his belly at being called
cute and clearly flirted with.

‘And
being fought over… oh yikes, headlock!’ Obi-Wan tilted his head
with his eyes widening up a bit. “Should we intervene?” He asked
bemusedly.

“Nah,
let them burn out some energy.” Anakin huffed, giving Rex and Cody
an amused glance as tufts of grass were torn up and grass stains
covered their armors.

Please continue Undeadwalking! Come ooooooooooon, I know you want to!

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Staring
at the screen, Padme clenched her hands into the fabric of her dress
as they watched the torrent of bombs unleashed on what had once been
a thriving and
rather beautiful planet of greens and lakes not unlike Naboo.
A full tactical carpet bombing, planet wide, reducing the once so
thriving world into ashes and she could spot several Senator’s
sitting with their heads in their hands instead of watching.

But
Padme couldn’t look away.

Her
husband could be on that planet.

The
troopers he led.

Obi-Wan,
who Anakin cared so much for, was on that planet with his men.

They
may be losing two of the most prominent members of the war effort in
this moment and there was nothing she could do about it as the
tactical bombing continued under the orders of the Chancellor after a
narrow vote from the Senate.

“This
is Commander Yito, the mission is… concluded.” A heavy voice rang
out on the comms, Padme taking note of the woman on the other side
not saying ‘success’, there was no success in a mission like
this.

Only
a conclusion of fire and ashes that they could see darken the sky,
knowing
the death below to what had once been living sentient, to flora and
fauna and Padme once again felt the urge to vomit even as she vaguely
heard the Chancellor reply to Commander Yito.

‘Anakin…’
She sat down slowly, her body shaking as
she thought of all the children, about potentials survivors to the
outbreak, of her sweet knight.

And
then there was a crackling in the comm, as if someone else logged in
and she looked up in confusion. An additional report maybe?

“This
is General Skywalker, we’re in orbit and contagion free I’m happy
to inform. There has been no casualties among us and we’re
returning to Coruscant to report in.” Anakin’s exhausted voice
came through and she could hear Ahsoka somewhere in the back of the
comm even as she felt tears of relief drip down her face.

‘Ani…
my Ani, oh thank heavens.’ Padme
didn’t bother to try wiping away her tears as she wasn’t the only
one with them.

She
was just one among them, no one really paying her attention at that
moment except for Sabe as she gently patted her lady’s hand.

()()()

Deactivating
the comms, Anakin rubbed his face before turning to Ahsoka, his face
turning from weary to stern. “Okay, you’ve been here for the
initial report in. Now we’re going to the medbay.” He stated,
ignoring her pout to just pick her up and carry her.

He
may be exhausted but he could bolster himself with the Force even as
Ahsoka complained but he’d honestly have her off her foot for now
considering how she went through a rotten staircase.

It
had been a mad scramble to get off the planet, Anakin still had no
idea how they managed it in time, the bombs had actually shaken the
shuttles out, it had been that close.

But
at least Padme knew that they were fine since Anakin hacked himself
in on the Luroid star destroyer’s comm line to get a direct patch
in.

He
was sure he was gonna hear about that from the council but he
honestly didn’t give a fuck as he arrived at the medbay, settling
his padawan on a bed first to leave to Kix tender mercy.

Then
he turned to the bed left of her, crawling into it as Obi-Wan let out
a huffy noise but allowed him to coil himself as best he could into
Obi-Wan on the narrow bed.

His
arm had been treated and a fever reducer had been given before
Obi-Wan had been laid up to relax and sleep though the other was
still awake despite Kix eyeing him evilly and muttering about
sedatives.

But
that did give Anakin a chance to crawl into bed with the older man
and get his head petted with the others good hand since Obi-Wan had a
stiff bandage on just for security sake.

Obi-Wan
was totally clean, no virus in his system, just a normal fever from
the stress and his injury and there had been nothing but relief for
everyone to know that.

For
a few hours Anakin had genuinely believed he’d have to help the
other if he became a karking walking undead.

Even
stars eventually died but not today.

Tightening
his grasp on Obi-Wan, Anakin tucked himself under the others chin,
feeling Obi-Wan relax a bit with his fingers teasing through Anakin’s
rather gross curls since they hadn’t been able to spare water for
any showers.

And
he was frankly too tired to get up and take a sonic right now even if
Kix and Bandaid would help him.

“We’ll
take one after a nap,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “Rather sure Cody will
call after a few hours to check in on us.” He sighed deeply and
yawned a bit.

Snuggling
down under Ahsoka’s amused eyes, the two Jedi just settled into
each other, truly relaxing for the first time in what felt like
months instead of the week it had been as
they tried to just momentarily forget the horrors they had gone
through and the fear they had carried.

They
were uninfected and they were still alive.

That
was enough for both older Jedi at that moment as Kix bustled around
them with Bandaid and the quiet murmur of the other injured troopers
surrounded them as they all finally got to relax from their ordeal.

So Sidious tries to lure Anakin in again and make him bring Obi to him to drain the Force out of the demi-god in The Light In Us.

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Moths
are drawn to light in a way that makes you wonder if they became lost
from the moon one time and are still trying to get back to her gentle
embrace. Especially as moths seem to lose their self preservation
skill as a fire blares and aims for the beautiful light that
overwhelms and kills them in the most gruesome of ways.

In
this moment, Obi-Wan is the fire as he casually sips his tea and
pretends not to see the covetous and desirous eyes of Palpatine
linger on him and every twitch of Obi-Wan’s soft wings.

It
has gotten to the point where even Anakin can’t be obtuse and is
visibly uncomfortable with the way the Chancellor, his old friend, is
watching Obi-Wan.

And
that was what Obi-Wan had been counting on.

He
had known that Palpatine had gathered an extensive collection even
before the clone wars of Force objects and even people that was ‘his’
now and Obi-Wan would be one hell of a win for him, this rare,
clearly Force influenced creature of glowing wings.

Clearly
human and yet… clearly something more.

Not
that Obi-Wan was trying to hide, was outright practically flashing
his Force aura at Palpatine in an attention gathering move to make
sure he saw that Obi-Wan was more than just another Jedi in the
temple.

And
so Anakin lost his impression of Palpatine as just a grandfatherly
man that could be trusted. Obi-Wan could almost see the others
thoughts.

How
slavers would look at prized slaves or new meat as Palpatine was
currently looking at Obi-Wan and Anakin’s dominant saber hand was
twitching as
he suppressed his urge to grab it and do something they would all
regret because attacking the Chancellor unprovoked for a ‘look’
would not be a defense in court that be usable.

‘It
may be time for us to go soon, Anakin is clearly struggling not to
say something that could trigger a bad time for us all.’ Obi-Wan
mused before smiling warmly at the disgusting old Sith in front of
him. “This has been rather pleasant Chancellor and I thank you for
the tea but me and Anakin should rather return to the temple, it is
getting late.” He offered in a soft tone, settling the cup down on
the desk and standing.

Relieved,
Anakin stood too only for his face to turn to stone at the
Chancellor’s next words. “Ah are you sure master Kenobi? I’d be
more than willing to have a meal brought in, I’ve quite enjoyed our
conversation.” The old goat practically purred.

Bowing
slightly to the man, Obi-Wan hummed. “A gracious
offer but I’ll have to decline I’m
sorry to say, it’s quite late and I’m rather tired.
Come along Anakin, our own beds await us.” Obi-Wan said with cheer,
as if he couldn’t see how Anakin was turning red with a muted rage
he was trying to control.

Saying
nothing, Anakin turned on his heel and stalked after Obi-Wan, closing
in on him quickly and grabbing his arm, tucking it into his elbow as
he loomed at Obi-Wan’s side with
a glare at anyone that even looked like they’d approach.

‘Not
unlike a falcon hatchling puffing itself up to seem more
threatening.’ Obi-Wan mused happily, knowing the wedge he had put
between Anakin and Palpatine would make it difficult for the Sith to
make Anakin listen to him.

He
was practically marched out of the Rotunda, Anakin a muted cloud of
protective displeasure at his side that only relaxed once they
stepped outside with the blond breathing out with a deep frown on his
face.

Patting
the other on his back, Obi-Wan smiled up at him once he had the
others attention. “I’m sorry we ignored you Anakin, I promise
that won’t happen again.” He said, playing deliberately obtuse to
the others emotions.

Blue
eyes widened in surprise before narrowing slightly, Anakin throwing
his arm up around Obi-Wan’s shoulders in a faux relaxed move.
“Yeah, that would
be great. Felt a bit like a third wheel in there but maybe we
shouldn’t linger in the Rotunda anyhow, Chancellor’s a busy man
and all.” He said, an obvious fake cheer in his voice as he guided
Obi-Wan towards the skycar they had parked earlier.

This
was quite the turn from his excitement earlier when the Chancellor
had requested both and Obi-Wan only hummed in answer. “Ah well if
the Chancellor summons us, we as Jedi have to answer.” He stated
lightly, ignoring Anakin’s tense shoulders.

And
so the wedge was driven even deeper with simple words.

()()()

Stepping
around his desk, Sidious knelt down and slowly picked up a glowing,
shiny feather left behind by Kenobi. Carefully he twisted it in his
hand before channeling the Force through it in
what he thought was a stroke of genius.

However
much to his eternal shock as his
eyes widened
as
the feather turned black and then burst into fire in his hand.

Quickly
the man dropped it, a snarl crossing his face as
he wiped the soot away on his robe, knowing the dark color would hide
the
soot as he glared down at the ash on his carpet while wondering what
the hell just happened.

Well
that was a waste of a perfectly good item for Sith magics to
subdue the feathered Jedi he wanted to rip the wings off.