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#DearyDeparted is amazing! What happens when they reach the temple? Is Obi-Wan going to be okay?

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Shivering
faintly, Obi-Wan glanced about the hall as he was pushed along by
Anakin,
his hand settled in his lap with a pair of sunglasses perched on his
nose and a hood held up high to provide some cover. His other hand
was being held by Qui-Gon as the man carefully walked beside the
hoverchair with a cane held in his hand.

Often
the man would gently squeeze his hand in reassurance, prompting
Obi-Wan to glance up and receive a smile from the white haired man.

White.

He
may be in pain, overwhelmed and so painfully slow improving but he
was not stupid.

Time
had passed since Obi-Wan had ended up in the earth and he had come
out from under
the earth.

Obi-Wan
had died.

It
was the only thing that made sense, even though that didn’t really
make sense either. If Obi-Wan had been dead
that meant that he had also come back to life.
And the Jedi’s way of life was to continue on, letting go when
death happened so Qui-Gon would not have brought him back nor would
anyone else.

And
yet…

Here
Obi-Wan was.

Sensitive
to light, to smell and touch, the merest breeze actually hurting him
even though he was getting slightly better though he had not dared
reach for the Force even to feel the bond between himself and
Qui-Gon.

‘If
it’s even there,’ A part of him whispered fearfully. ‘If I
died, that means the bond would have broken… but if I returned…
did it also re-mend itself?’ Obi-Wan wasn’t sure but he hoped so
because if anything he needed Qui-Gon right now.

And
it wasn’t exactly hard to notice he was being stared at, people
stopping up to watch the small procession through the halls with one
padawan outright smacking into a pillar when they passed on their way
to the elevators.

He
knew where they were going as he clung to Qui-Gon’s hand.

The
council chambers.

He
had heard Anakin and Qui-Gon hold a whispered conversation about it,
the former wanting to take Obi-Wan straight to the healers but the
council had insisted that
Obi-Wan appear in the chamber before anything apparently.

‘As
they well should have. No one has any idea what I am, what if I was
dangerous?’ He mused to himself as he raised Obi-Wan’s hand to
his face and leaned his cheek on it, breathing in the scent of sapir
and Qui-Gon.

When
he opened his eyes again, he was being wheeled into the council
chamber and it made him wonder if he just fell asleep or had blacked
out for a moment even as he glanced around the room, noting with
relief that the shutters were down to provide additional darkness
since it was a bright morning on Coruscant at that moment.

And
then he just stared around the room because there were council
members, some new and some old but more importantly he could see the
age passed on them too.

New
wrinkles, gray hair, lines in the face, slumping of shoulders and
Force, if Qui-Gon and Anakin hadn’t been enough, this would have
been.

For
several minutes no one said anything, only stared at each other
before Yoda jumped off his chair and hobbled over, his cane gently
touching the marble floor until he stood in front of Obi-Wan staring
up at him.

Blinking
back, Obi-Wan tiled his head a bit from the shadows of his hood as
Yoda’s ears twitched while watching him before he reached out and
rested his claws on Obi-Wan’s knee with a soft smile. “Painful it
may be, but happy I am, to see you again young Obi-Wan.” He
murmured, giving his knee the gentlest of squeezes.

Letting
out a soft noise, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but quirk his lips up into
a small smile, raising his head as the rest of the council shifted to
their feet and came over, all of then carefully touching Obi-Wan and
greeting him kindly.

Welcoming
him home after what was thought to be a forever absence.

GuildOfExile: Plo Koon dropping by once he hears about Lace and and trying to talk them into helping him campaign for clone rights? (maybe with further reactions of the clones to the guild?) Thanks for all of your wonderful stories!

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Looking
up from the report from his crew had given him on the troopers at a
knock on the door frame, Obi-Wan felt a small smile cross his lips as
he saw Plo Koon of all Jedi standing in the opening.

Or
maybe he shouldn’t be surprised at all.

It
had been quite easy to find that Plo was one of those Jedi that cared
deeply for his troopers to the point you could wonder about
attachment.

Not
that Obi-Wan put much into that.

There
was a difference in being attached and experiencing possessive love
and if there was one thing Obi-Wan was sure of, it was that Plo could
mourn and walk away if he lost any of his sons.

And
it was sons, of that Obi-Wan was pretty sure, that the old kel dor
saw each of his men as his own sons that he tried to shield as best
he could.

“Master
Koon, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” He asked quietly,
gesturing to one of the two chairs in the office he had managed to
wrangle in the barracks. “I’d
offer some tea but I’m afraid I haven’t stocked the office yes
and it’s all just basic in here.” He sighed.

And
it really was basic.

It
was clearly a functioning office for a clone commander but it was
so…bare.

A
durasteel gray desk, an office chair on one side, two normal ones on
the other, some gray shelves, some lighter gray filing cabinets and
that was it. Just bare durasteel white walls, blank floor and the
furniture as its only breaking point.

Obi-Wan
really needed to fix it a bit up to make it comfortable for himself.

Chortling
quietly while taking a seat, Plo waved one clawed hand. “Oh that is
of no matter, I did not come here for tea but to talk with you
Captain Kenobi.” The man smiled at Obi-Wan, relaxing in his seat.

Eyeing
him, Obi-Wan relaxed slowly back into his seat. “…Obi-Wan, you
can call me Obi-Wan.” He settled on, smiling a bit at the surprised
brow raising.

“…Then
you may call me Plo,” The Jedi murmured, staring at him before
smiling softly. “I must admit, that took me off guard, though I did
not expect outright hostilities but with the way things left off with
the Jedi order…” He trailed off.

Glancing
at a shelf, tracing it with his eyes, Obi-Wan pursed his lips a bit.
“…I’ve had time to think about it. The only ones who were
personally involved in my situation would be Master Yoda and maybe
Master Jinn to some extent as the last one to reject me. But if I
held him accountable, I would have to hold all Jedi who rejected me
accountable.” Obi-Wan shrugged a bit and sighed deeply.

It
was a bit risky to tell Plo this, he knew that it would get reported
back but honestly, as Obi-Wan said, he had a long time to think about
his situation as a youngling.

And
a long time to ponder the manipulations he hadn’t understood as a
child.

Yoda’s
claws all over it.

After
all, he still had weeks left until he turned thirteen when he had
been sent to go to the Agricorps and even then, the Agricorps were
not the ideal choice for a young Obi-Wan Kenobi and the skills he had
exhibited those days.

Not
to mention he had not been outright escorted to the Monument by the
Jedi who was suppose to keep an eye on him.

Once
more a meddling from Yoda as Jinn should have picked him up at the
creche that day and walked him to the ship.

“…I
see.” Plo settled on saying, cupping his hands together.

Shaking
himself a bit, his braid swaying back and forth behind him, Obi-Wan
pulled up a smile instead to the other. “Now, what was it you
wanted to speak about?” He wondered, leaning in forward even as he
took notice of shadows at the door frame, troopers listening in.

Not
that he minded, he liked the troopers well enough and looked forward
to getting to know them more so them listening in on what was not a
private conversation didn’t matter to him. “Well, I heard that
your second is a former trooper herself?” Plo spoke up, bringing
Obi-Wan’s attention firmly to him.

Nodding
cautiously, Obi-Wan cocked a brow. “Lace, yes. She’s been with me
the last five years since she escaped decommissioning.” He stated
slowly.

Chuckling,
Plo nodded. “Yes, I was hoping to talk with her, maybe ask her
permission to set up some… conversations with her and other
troopers?” Plo leaned forward a bit. “You see, she is not the
only trooper in her situation but the troopers under the Republic
unfortunately can not get as far as Lace has clearly managed. But
perhaps speaking to one as themselves would help them And
maybe aid in the future of the clone troopers rights as humans that
the Republic have been neglectful of.”
Plo explained, hopeful as he stared at Obi-Wan.

Sitting
back, Obi-Wan blinked before huffing a soft laugh. It had never
occurred to him that of course there must be other transgender
clones, hiding
in the army and now had the potential to explore that part of
themselves under the Jedi. “I’ll… speak with her. She will have
to decide herself but I’ll be happy to give her your comm codes?”
He answered slowly.

Raising
his hands, Plo nodded. “And that is all I ask for…that and maybe
if you’ll humor an old man and come visit the temple. I’ve heard
some rumors that you yourself are a lighsaber wielder and I would
love to have a new sparring partner.” Plo smiled warmly at him.

Now,
what could Obi-Wan answer to that except in a positive way.

If
he beat Plo, he got to show up the temple, show up Yoda on how far he
got on his own.

If
he lost, he had the potential of improving his skills.

A
win regardless.

“I’ll
be happy to.” He settled on.

#reporttosenate- what happens next?

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Rubbing
his temple slowly, Cody let out a small huff of pain as he sat up
carefully in the medbed, clenching his eyes shut at how woozy that
really made him.

His
mouth was so karking dry and he felt like he was about to throw up
honestly but he guessed that was what anesthesia did to you, made you
feel like crap.

There
was the press of a glass into his free hand and Cody let out a soft
murmur of thanks without opening his eyes as he took several sips of
water to wet his desperately dry throat. Oh that was heaven sent,
wonderful despite being slightly lukewarm.

Nirvana
and deliciousness.

Forcing
his eyes open to look at whoever, Cody almost dropped the glass as he
meet amused, warm green eyes, his Jedi standing in front of him with
a small, fond smile on his lips. “General!” He yipped in surprise
only to groan and rub his head once more. Kark that surgery was
really something awful.

Raising
his brows, Obi-Wan chuckled faintly. “Hello to you too Cody, I’d
ask how you feel but that groan really did tell me everything I
needed to know,” His face twisted into one of concern. “You had
surgery?” He questioned, glancing at the rest of the beds in the
medbay.

Wolffe,
Rex, Tup and Longshot were all laid up, all from different batches or
time scales compared to Cody though Obi-Wan would know that and Cody
wasn’t sure how to explain to the Jedi that the troopers were a
danger to them.

‘But
they could help.’ A voice piped up in Cody’s head as he stared at
the man who had come with water for him. “…We found something.”
He admitted quietly, carefully throwing his legs over the side of the
bed to stand, setting the glass on the tray between his and Rex
medbay.

He
ended up almost falling only for Obi-Wan to quickly grab and support
him, the Jedi’s warm and strong body holding him up easily.

The
worried look grew deeper, creases appearing between Obi-Wan’s
brows. “Cody?” He murmured quietly.

“…Let’s
go find Kix or Helix,” Cody murmured quietly, holding the Jedi by
the shoulder, both for his own support and as reassurance. “They
can explain this better than I can.” He settled on while
straightening up steadily and breathing out heavily.

His
frown clearly deepening even more somehow, Obi-Wan nodded slowly and
kept his arm around Cody, guiding him towards the office where they
could hear low murmuring.

()()()

Grunting
deeply as he sat up, Mace rubbed his forehead slowly before swinging
his legs out of the bunk and moving towards Depa, checking on her
quickly before snorting as he took in the fact that she filtered out
the poison ages ago and was just taking a long sleep in.

‘Lazy
bum.’ He thought in fond amusement before looking up when the door
hissed open, smirking a bit at Yoda when the old troll moved in.
“Master.” Mace tilted his head in greeting.

Chortling
in return, Yoda hobbled towards him. “Spoken with the troopers I
have, at Eedit we soon shall be,” The old man offered up while
leaning on his cane as he peered up at Mace. “The rest already
there is, safe our young are.” He smiled warmly at that.

Smiling
in return, Mace nodded. “One can’t say that the troopers don’t
take care of us. I don’t anyone has done as much for Jedi as the
troopers have.” He murmured in warm, fond tone.

Nodding,
Yoda opened his mouth only to snap it shut as both looked towards the
door as it once more hissed open only this time it was to one very
agitated redhead with wide eyes.

“We
have a problem.” Obi-Wan snapped out, his tone full of panic.

Exchanging
looks, Yoda and Mace had a bad feeling rising as Obi-Wan tended to be
calm at every situation.

What
in Force name could have happened to bring him that hard that he was
leaking agitation into the Force.

Does Obi-Wan ever bump into Tahl during rehab? Does she in a way blame herself for Obi-Wan being injured?

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Pressing
his hand to the stump, Anakin carefully inspected
the skin with a small smile as he prodded his fingers, kneeling in
front of the couch with Obi-Wan sitting quietly as he allowed the
touch.

Occasionally
he got a little twitch but that was normal he knew and Obi-Wan did
not seem to be in pain at all, didn’t hiss or jerk away. His leg
was doing wonderful clearly and Anakin nodded in satisfaction. “Seems
you’re adapting quite well to your prosthetic Obi-Wan, you continue
like this and we might be out of the temple even sooner than the
healers think.” He said with a small grin of
pride
as he reached for the neural patch to put the prosthetic back on for
his padawan.

Smiling
in return, Obi-Wan nodded. “That sounds really good I have to
admit. I feel kind of stuck in the temple.” He pouted slightly.

Reaching
up with one hand, the other holding his neural patch to the
fastenings, Anakin gently stroked Obi-Wan’s cheek, feeling the
faint sensation of stubble that
signified Obi-Wan was growing up.
“I know kiddo, but we’ll get out soon. I promise.” The Jedi
knight offered softly before continuing
working.

Carefully
he got the neural patch connected and then got to work connecting the
limb, murmuring a soft warning before pushing it in.

He
got a hiss of pain as answer and rubbed Obi-Wan’s thighs in
comfort. “I know, I know, it sucks as all hell.” Anakin murmured,
full of empathy from his own experience with limb connecting.

Rubbing
away the tears gathering in his eyes, Obi-Wan swallowed harshly.
“…Tea?” He whispered out shakily.

Shifting
a bit up and reaching out with one hand, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan’s
head a bit down to press a soft kiss to his padawan’s forehead.
“Tea, I’ll even lace it with some of that neuron inhibition the
healer gave us.” He offered quietly, smiling when he saw the half
pleased and half embarrassed
flush on Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

Standing,
he made his way to the kitchen, contemplating as he put water to boil
and found the tea for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
was a very reserved teen he had come to learn but once someone showed
him physical affection he soaked it up not unlike a sponge, thriving
on it.

But
he didn’t seek it out and Anakin wasn’t sure if that was a side
effect of the creche or Qui-Gon or even Obi-Wan himself thinking that
a Jedi shouldn’t cling. As far as Anakin remembered the creche when
he was volunteering there, the creche master’s were kind and
affectionate with the young, giving them the tools all children need
to grow.

He
had a rather vivid memory of having a night watch with one of the
older creche masters when one of the young boys had a nightmare,
throwing items around. The man had rushed right to the youngling and
calmed him and Anakin had kind of expected that to be it only for the
zabrak to gently croon and pick the human child up, blankets and all
and tucking the boy to his chest, rocking tenderly while murmuring
soothingly.

He
hadn’t put the boy down until a good hour later when they were sure
the boy was asleep and wouldn’t have a reoccurring nightmare.

It
would only make sense that Obi-Wan had the same kind of childhood.

‘But
there was those instances of bullying that was on his report,’
Anakin frowned down at the mug as he filled it with tea leaves.
‘Bullying can leave deep scars, that could have done a lot of
damage. Then came Qui-Gon and all this mess, he may have reverted a
bit in behavior or it could be that Qui-Gon did not give him enough
attention.’ Anakin wanted to sigh but kept it in.

He
had so much to help Obi-Wan with and by the Force he was going to do
it.

Filling
water into the pot, Anakin smiled a bit wryly to himself as it
occurred to him that his mother would be proud of him.

And
Anakin knew that Tahl was proud of him.

He
had meet her when he went to the Hall’s to pick up the neuron
inhibition for Obi-Wan, the older Jedi asking for Obi-Wan’s health
with concern and if it would be possible for her to see him at some
time, something Anakin had promised her to ask Obi-Wan’s opinion on
though he didn’t think that Obi-Wan would be against seeing the
blind Jedi.

But
Anakin wouldn’t make assumptions about that, making assumptions
were bad, especially when Obi-Wan was already in a slightly fragile
conditions thanks to all the other things going on.

Distracted
by his own thought, Anakin jumped when he felt the subject of his
thoughts leaning into him, Obi-Wan having moved from the couch with
one crutch as support to lean against him.

Quickly
Anakin slid his arm around the teens shoulder to bring him in closer
and smiled down at him as green eyes glanced uncertainly up at him
only to relax when he was welcomed and not rejected.

“Just
gotta let it steep and it will be done.” Anakin promised quietly.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan settled his head to Anakin’s chest, not saying a
word as he soaked up the warmth and affection on offer.

Can we get a scene where Obi-wan and Qui-Gon are having a good day? Nothing too stressful, just a really good day for the both of them while Obi-wan is still a padawan? Like maybe a day at a beach or something?

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Squinting
slightly, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and tilted his head enough to
look towards where his master was picking a citrus fruit of some kind
from the orchard. Considering the farmer looked quite content as the
Jedi picked fruit from his tree, Qui-Gon had either paid or charmed
the man though maybe one or two fruits weren’t a damage to the
farmer.

She
looked pretty well to do, so maybe gifting the Jedi who had aided
their planet wasn’t something that concerned her.

Remaining
in the grass, Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon turned and came back to him,
smiling slightly up at his master as the man chuckled down at him and
sat down, settling the small armful of fist sized red fruits into his
lap. “Mistress Ziula was kind enough to give us some of her yrada
citrus when she spotted us waiting for the shuttle to the city, I’m
quite sure you’ll like them considering they are sweet.” The
older Jedi teased gently.

Smiling
shyly, Obi-Wan sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit. His sweet tooth
wasn’t something he cared to hide with his master and so he nodded
while eyeing the ruby red fruits in the man’s lap. “I saw some of
these earlier but those looked… yellow?” He noted with interest.

Humming,
Qui-Gon picked up one to show Obi-Wan how to peel it, picking at the
top until it loosened before easily peeling down. “Well there are
different kinds but if they are of the same kind as I have here, they
would have been unripe,” He explained. “See, as most fruits,
these go through a color change. Green, yellowish and then to a
darkened orange or red as these I have here.” Qui-Gon handed over
the peeled fruit to Obi-Wan before picking up another for himself.

‘I
imagine the tropical weather of the planet makes it easy to grow
citruses here, at least on this half of the planet.’ Obi-Wan mused
as he twisted the citrus to get halves sections and then pull the
boats from each other.

Like
a normal orange almost.

Obi-Wan
had oranges before after all but these were clearly a bit different
even if they looked quite a lot
alike a normal orange.

Popping
a boat into his mouth, Obi-Wan chewed thoughtfully before letting out
a happy noise at the sweet, fresh flavor that spread in his mouth. If
he was to explain the flavor, it would be somewhere between and
orange and a strawberry actually and he flushed a bit when he noted
his master watching him in amusement.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon continued peeling his own and smiled when Obi-Wan
settled his head on the master’s shoulder, both of them relaxing as
there was still hours for the scheduled shuttle bus to come.

When
Obi-Wan let out a small shiver when a breeze rolled past, the man
lifted his robe a bit around his padawan’s shoulders and then
popped a boat into his own mouth of the fruit, both of them watching
the sun shine warmly down on them in the humid day.

Chewing
on the last piece of his own, Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek on the others
shoulder, taking in the comfort of a secure person in his space, he
could even hear the slight whistle of Qui-Gon’s nose like this when
the man breathed out. “We don’t get days to relax like this often
do we.” He murmured quietly.

“Unfortunately
not,” Qui-Gon rumbled, stroking his beard before smiling at
Obi-Wan, tilting his head enough for their eyes to meet. “That’s
why one enjoys it while one can. And eat more fruit.” He plopped a
new red citrus into Obi-Wan’s hand, his shoulder shaking as he
laughed quietly when the other just rolled his eyes and peacefully
started peeling a new fruit for himself.

‘Enjoying
it while one can… yeah, sounds like a good policy.’ Obi-Wan mused
as the scent of citrus peel filled the air and birds chirped all
around them.

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Things
had gone very quickly after the meeting much to Yan’s surprise.

And
to his surprise, Yaddle, Plo and Mace had been some of his strongest
supporters, insisting that such a claim must be investigated and that
Obi-Wan and Yan should come to the Jedi temple for safety.

He
had contemplated that for five full minutes before agreeing.

Obi-Wan
knew something was going on but maybe he wouldn’t need the full
details and he would enjoy the chance to see the temple again Yan
knew and meet up with old friends.

Maybe
even head down to that diner even if Yan loathed the idea.

But
for Obi-Wan he would go with the young man.

Yoda
had been supportive too though also had to maintain his position as
grandmaster of the order and be the neutral party.

But
a threat to a former Jedi’s life and the accusation leveled against
the Chancellor
of all people were to be taken serious clearly even if Yan’s few
security holo’s of the man was blurry. Especially with the hood up
as the man had kept the entire way, making it impossible to be sure.

But
the similarities were there.

Obi-Wan
had given him a long look when he had been informed over
breakfast about
the leave to Coruscant but had acquiesced
without much of an argument.

That
was a relief for Yan as he would have to post haste arrange for his
steward to take care of the mansion and his properties while
contacting Yan for the most necessary and pack up the ship for
travel.

Obi-Wan
had quietly gone to pack his own bag after eating, laughing faintly
when Yan had yelled after him to pack more than just one set of
clothes.

“Obi-Wan!
Please! Just pack a full suitcase…Obi-Wan!?”

Shaking
his head, Yan couldn’t help but smile as he sat back in his chair,
still working away on his fruit salad.

Some
habits remained for life from their Jedi life style and Obi-Wan was a
frugal young man, preferring just to pack what he could carry himself
easily. ‘Or maybe not so young anymore,’ Yan paused, staring at
few cubes of colorful fruit still left in his bowl.

Obi-Wan
was an adult but he behaved often like a teen, dependent on Yan and
the support and comfort the older man gave.

The
bond between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had ripped up the others already
slightly fragile mind, the sudden destruction with no fresh bond
doing much harm. Had Obi-Wan been given a padawan or a new master, he
would have been better Yan felt but young Skywalker had gone to Plo
Koon and therefore no new bond had covered for the one Obi-Wan had
destroyed.

Shaking
his head at his thought, Yan finished his food and got up, wiping his
mouth with the napkin before hurrying of to his office to get
everything ready.

He
had much to do and little time to get it all ready even if the ship
was his own private one and would leave at any moment he wished.

So
much more comfortable and convenient than the commercial ones Yan
thought smugly to himself before sighing when he saw there was a
flashing message for him on his desk. Pressing it while booting up
his terminal, Yan raised his brows when he saw Windu pop up.

“I’ve
taken the liberty to prepare some of the old guest quarters for your
arrival Count Dooku, stocking it with teas and food I remember young
Obi-Wan liking and you,” The man started, hands tucked into his
sleeves. “And I’ve prepared for Obi-Wan as best I could. I would
be much grateful if you would send a message containing anything in
particular that he might need that would be difficult or heavy for
him to bring. May the Force be with you and I hope your arrival will
go smoothly.” Windu bowed slightly before disappearing.

Blinking
slightly, Yan ran his fingers through his beard while pausing.
“…Well, he does have his art room that I managed to push him into
using… maybe Master Windu could kindly stock up on some sketching
pads and charcoal at least…” Yan mused to himself before shaking
his head and continuing sending out orders via his terminal.

He
would need to think about it.

He
had a good week before they would reach Coruscant as was and he could
send a message via his ships holo comm if necessary.

However
he was grateful to know that he had an ally in young Windu when it
came to Obi-Wan’s care.

It
was… reassuring.

Yes,
very reassuring.

#clawsandwings- Ani and Obi go searching for proof. Palpatine tries to separate Ani from Obi.

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Grumbling
to himself as he dropped onto his bunk, Anakin threw an arm over his
eyes as he settled as comfortably as he could, feeling his bunk dip
slightly as Obi-Wan sat down on the bunk.

For
long moments, neither said anything as they listened to the troopers
outside speaking, getting ready for rest in their own tents and bunks
along with the patrols ensuring the safety of their camp.

Finally
Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh, prompting Anakin to pull his arm from
his eyes to look at the other Jedi, taking in the slumped posture as
Obi-Wan sat with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his
hands. “…Didn’t think it would be this complicated huh?” He
murmured tiredly.

Grunting
a bit, Obi-Wan raised his head enough to look at him. “I expected
it to be hard, anything else would be foolish considering how long
he’s been at it. I did not expect to be able to find crumbs that
lead to blind ways before we could trace it all the way,” A
distressed look crossed Obi-Wan’s face. “We know enough to see
where it would lead to the end but not enough to prove it to someone
else who doesn’t have an idea, not enough to convince anyone else
except to listen to our words. We need more.”
He grunted and dropped his face back in his hands.

Watching
the other, Anakin sighed and sat up beside the other on the bunk
instead, mirroring the man’s position though he cupped his hands
together instead of folding his face into them.

They
had been at this for weeks now, well over a month and a half with
every moment they could but Obi-Wan was right.

They’d
find a viable lead only for it to putter out into a dead-end
for them.

Anakin
would give him that, Palpatine had certainly learned to cover his
tracks. That admiration for the man hurt and Anakin rubbed his hands
together before looking at Obi-Wan instead and smiling. “…Remember
when we needed a equine healer?” He murmured.

Obi-Wan
let out a deep snort. “Oh don’t remind me, you were sneezing nose
blood all over and got it on me and everyone was worried the disease
would transfer and no one could find an equine trained healer to help
us.” He said dryly.

Sniggering,
Anakin shook his head. “We should have more than one in the temple
honestly. I know there are several with reptile education and canine,
not to mention all the feline ones.” He pointed out, happy to
distract his old master for a bit as they bumped their shoulders
together.

Huffing
a bit, Obi-Wan lifted his head from his hands to smile at Anakin.
“Well, more people prefer shifting into felines, reptiles and
canines. Equines are a bit… well people don’t prefer them. We are
some of the few who uses an equine form for occasions. Even the bird
forms are more in use and has more than one healer thought I heard
that Healer Varu-Kuda was training up an apprentice who was also
taking the equine lessons.” He rubbed his beard musingly.

Then
he sighed deeply and looked at Anakin, raising his brow before
shifting into their preferred fox form, curling up in bed while
looking up at Anakin in anticipation.

Huffing
softly in amusement, Anakin didn’t even deign to answer the man
verbally.

He
just shifted into his own small fox form and curled up with Obi-Wan,
licking a copper ear lazily before settling with his nose in the
others fur.

A
good nice sleep curled together sounded wonderful to him.

And
clearly Obi-Wan thought the same as he had been the one to prompt it.

Just
two tired Jedi, snuggled up and bonding.

#oneleggedrace- the chancellor requests to meet with Anakin. He makes the mistake of subtly insulting Obi-Wan. It isn’t just slavers who should fear A padawan’s master.

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Storming
away from the Chancellor office resembling a thunder cloud with
senators, aides and janitorial staff jumping out of his way, Anakin
couldn’t believe the nerve of the Chancellor. Well be that they
were friends and that the man had been a friend for quite a long
while but he had no right to to the implications he had voiced.

‘Or
not voiced as it was and just left vague and in the air with his tone
and pauses.’ Anakin thought bitterly to himself as his robe
billowed out around him as he turned the corner, another Senator
jumping right out of his way in shock.

Implying
that Obi-Wan was a substandard padawan, implying that he was weak for
losing a leg, implying that he would be a burden to Anakin’s active
life, implying that Obi-Wan had somehow deserved
losing a leg if he couldn’t defend himself.

Oh
if Anakin could, he would have punched the man for that last one.

All
he had been able to do however was sit there and take it until he
finally managed to mechanically stand up and coldly dismiss himself,
the Chancellor looking up at him in surprise before genially agreeing
and standing to say goodbye.

Anakin
had done something then that he had never before done.

He
had done the rudest Jedi bow Qui-Gon had ever taught him, a subtle
way of insulting someone who didn’t know Jedi customs if Anakin
needed an emotional outlet even outside of the Jedi temple or a way to insult a Jedi master he very much disagreed with though he had never needed that yet.

Short,
shallow and brief before he left without a word compared to his usual
behavior with the Chancellor.

Finally
outside in the humid and heavy air of Coruscant, Anakin let out a
deep breath as he took in the fact that it was most likely a storm
brewing for the night. Slowly he let his emotions into the Force.

He
had always found this difficult but the last thing he needed was for
Obi-Wan to catch onto his emotions and the distance between them was
the only thing keeping Obi-Wan from noticing Anakin’s turmoil in
this moment.

So
Anakin tried to release it, slowly and steadily as he stared at
everyone scurrying around and into the Rotunda.

Slowly
he took deep breaths and emptied it all, focusing on the fact that he
had a padawan to care for and therefore care for himself.

Finally
he felt stable enough and made his way towards his parked speeder,
climbing on and making his way into the lanes and towards the temple,
feeling Obi-Wan’s bond to him grow brighter as the distance
decreased.

With
time the bond would be strong and would stretch a lot further but
right now distance was allowing Anakin some minor emotional
turbulence. ‘I’ll need to get some shields up for privacy once
the bond gets strong enough. But that is for the future.’ Anakin
smiled to himself, wind ruffling his hair as Obi-Wan took notice of
him.

He
couldn’t help a chuckle as instantly Obi-Wan seemed to brighten in
their bond, happy that Anakin was returning.

()()()

Curses.

He
had miscalculated and misspoken and now Skywalker was pretty much
running from him like a humanoid thundercloud.

Frowning
to himself, Sidious rubbed his chin as he stared out the window of
his office.

He
hadn’t expected the man to make that deep of an emotional
connection to the boy just yet but clearly, somehow, the boy had
managed just that. To have Skywalker become attached to him strong
enough for a friendship to be very close to ruined if Sidious did not
step carefully now.

He
had thought the boy’s fascination for stars and interest for
adventures would at least make him resentful as the padawan went
through rehabilitation but it seemed Sidious had erred in that
thought.

‘What
is done can not be changed,’ Sidious returned to his seat, settling
down with a grim grumble. ‘I will have to adjust my future plans
accordingly if he is already this closely attached to the boy. Maybe
I can use him in the future for Skywalker’s fall…’ He huffed
out a deep breath and then put on his genial disguise as his
secretary commed in with the news of one of his appointments opening
up.

Light in Us, Obi has more talks with his former Padawan and tries to counteract Palpatine’s influence.

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Settling
his elbows on the holo display, Anakin smiled up at his master as the
man stood there in all his blue glory.

And
it was glory.

Obi-Wan
could be nothing but glorious these days with those impossible wings
of his. He had overheard a few healers have a whispered conversation
about the size of them compared to Obi-Wan’s back muscles and the
speed he was able to fly at while also carrying weight.

Some
of that could be put away as the Force aid of course but even so, he
understood aerodynamic as a pilot and he understood that Obi-Wan’s
flight was
physically impossible with his wings.

‘But
I guess that’s part of what makes him a demi god indeed.’ Anakin
mused to himself.

Mentally
he shook him and focused back on their conversation. “I don’t
really know Obi-Wan, I have to admit I’m not really political savvy
and I don’t really want to be either,” He grimaced heavily even
as Obi-Wan raised amused brows. “Leave it to the council and the
politicians I guess.” Anakin shrugged.

In
the holo Obi-Wan’s wings rustled as he chuckled. “Anakin, I know
you feel that way but maybe at least make an effort to understand? If
not for your own sake,” Obi-Wan quickly tacked on when Anakin
opened his mouth. “Than for our troopers. You know that one day the
war will end and we will need to help them. The Senate is…”
Obi-Wan sighed, looking away, wings fluttering harder.

Pausing,
Anakin stared at him.

The
new powers Obi-Wan had was both terrifying but also reassuring.

He
couldn’t think of anyone else he’d trust with this amount of
power because
while Obi-Wan had a high position in the Order, if he truly wanted
powers, he could have done so much worse. Anakin knew that.

But
he also knew the kindness of Obi-Wan’s heart and soul. He knew what
the other really wanted was to sit calmly and enjoy his tea with a
novel. ‘And maybe Cody at his side.’ He noted in amusement
internally.

After
all, no one was blind to the fact that Obi-Wan had flown
the trooper to the Jedi temple.

Or
they were willfully ignoring it.

“What
happened to the troopers in the future Obi-Wan?” He asked
hesitantly. Anakin would admit he was still trying to absorb the fact
that there was a karking Sith Lord somewhere high up in the Senate
even if Obi-Wan refused to tell any of them the identity of the
person, citing ‘none of you would make to fly by without him
noticing. I’m not putting the Jedi order at risk when the Sith lord
has counter measures to use against us, I won’t let him destroy us
again without giving us a fighting chance.’ Obi-Wan had held up to
scrutiny of the council.

There
was a deep sigh, sitting down on a chair he pulled into view with his
wings flopping out to avoid crushing them against the back. “Well…”
Obi-Wan rubbed his beard slowly, looking thoughtful. “…They were
sent back to be uniform, what we Jedi started, giving them freedoms
and self expressions and names were taken from them again,” Obi-Wan
focused on Anakin. “They went back to being numbers Anakin. Once
the Jedi were wiped away, the Sith lord and those who followed him
did not make it easy for them and they had no choice but to obey or
desert and… well you know the clones.” He slumped a bit.

Slumping
too, Anakin nodded.

The
troopers were some of the most loyal people he knew and they were
trained from birth. They would obey unfortunately even when that
which the Jedi had at least tried
to give them were taken from them.

‘And
who knows if any of our troopers were alive after that,’ Anakin
glanced behind himself at the closed door being guarded by Hardcase
for
some privacy. ‘Most Jedi lead platoons are loyal to a fault. The
Wolfpack would destroy anyone who aimed at Plo Koon…’ He breathed
out heavily ad nodded. “…Well, maybe I should involve myself in
some
politic.” Anakin reluctantly agreed.

Then
he just grinned when Obi-Wan started laughing, the older man sitting
back properly only for Obi-Wan to yelp and sit back forward just as
quickly which had a round of laughter going of as clearly there were
at
least two or three
troopers on the other side of the holo compared to Anakin who had
gone to the comm rooms alone.

Looking
around, clearly flustered, Obi-Wan pouted
much
to Anakin’s utter delight and
rustled his wings at
everyone.
“Oh right, you are all butts.” He stuck out his tongue to a fresh
round of laughter and joy.

‘I’m
so glad you’re here Obi-Wan, I’m so glad.’ Anakin smiled to
himself.

Obi-Wan getting stuck in a vent and needing to be lubed out?

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So
Cody wasn’t unaware how his General was shaped, even outside of
armor, he was a bit
broader than the rest of them, the clones, General Skywalker and
especially Commander Tano.

However
as there was a low curse behind him, Cody hadn’t quite considered
how that would turn out as he turned to the vent opening they had all
come out off.

Everyone
but Obi-Wan that was, who had his hands on the sides of the vent and
was working on pushing himself.

“…General?”
Cody ventured worriedly, taking a step back towards the vent and
bringing the rest of the groups attention back to the Jedi.

The
man stopped pulling, seemed to chew on the inside of his cheek before
huffing out a low breath. “…It
seems that I am stuck inside the vent,” Obi-Wan said as primly as
he could, even as redness was climbing his ears. “Most likely
because I am… voluptuous?” He
tacked on, likely intended as a statement but ended as a question.

Staring
at their general, Cody opened and closed his mouth a few times before
Skywalker suddenly made his way through the crowd with a wide grin to
stare at Obi-Wan. “Are you telling us that you’re STUCK in the
vent because of your hips? Because you’re so curvy?”

There
was a long pause before Obi-Wan let out a long suffering sigh and
nodded. “Yes Anakin, I’m stuck because I’m wide in the hips.
Are you happy now?” He huffed then did something very close to
pouting with his fellow Jedi started to cackle.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan turned his attention on Cody and gave him a tight smile.
“Commander, you wouldn’t happen to have blaster oil on you?” He
glanced around. “Any of you?” He tacked on hopefully.

Checking
his pouches,
Cody found nothing but
a
very different kind of lube but
Longshot did, coming forward with a bit of confusion in his posture.

To
be fair, Cody was confused too.

Accepting
the bottle, Obi-Wan dripped some on his fingertips and rubbed it
between his fingertips before nodding and smiling up at Longshot.
“I’ll replace this.” Was all he said before squirming until he
was laying on his back on the floor out of the vent, something that
must have been painful by the way he was grimacing at time.

Then
he started to add oil around the opening and himself with the little
drip nozzle of the oil.

‘He
is lubricating himself! That’s what he’s doing, so he can slip
out.’ Cody quietly knelt down, ready to offer his hands as
Skywalker seemed to finally be done laughing as he wiped his eyes,
Tano looking bemused between the two older Jedi as she crossed her
arms over her chest and cocked her head.

“I
believe… that should do it. If you would kindly help me Cody?”
Obi-Wan looked at Cody hopefully and lit up when Cody instantly
handed over his hands, grasping the other to pull.

It
worked.

Obi-Wan
slipped out but what the Jedi nor the clone had counted on was the
fact that Obi-Wan’s leggings, belt and underwear were pulled down a
fair distance to expose quite a bit of skin. Almost the Jedi’s cock
even.

What
it was really exposing however was the bite marks and suction marks
covering Obi-Wan’s hips, not even hidden slightly by the
red lines of the vent and the blaster oil. And the top of what was
hand prints, the fingers defined against the pale freckled skin.

And
that was what finally wiped the grin off Skywalker’s face as Tano
went a rather interesting shade of red on her orange skin as she
covered up her face with her hands only to peek through her fingers.

Obi-Wan
instantly got to his feet and pulled his leggings up, clearing his
throat as he fixed his belt and removed his lightsaber from his boot
where he had stashed it in clear anticipation of the vent perhaps
being smaller than him. “Well! That was an experience one can say
but lets not dally, we have work.” The man chirped, as if he wasn’t
aware he was being gawked at or the vibrating troopers around him.

He
picked up the blaster oil and neatly handed the remains to Longshot
before heading through the group, intent on finding their objective,
the CIS general.

That
finally seemed to shake Skywalker as he let out a choked noise and
rushed after the General. “Hold up Obi-Wan! Your hips! What
th-where did you-who has…” The man was spluttering and Obi-Wan
was answering very vaguely.

Cody
followed, tucking his hands into his belt even as he felt the rest of
his vode staring at him while smiling smugly inside his helmet.

He
knew exactly how those marks came to be.