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Breakabarrier okay but do they find him?

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The
mood of the darkened room was glum if there was any attitude to be
explained to someone outside it, several of the Jedi inside
exhaustively rubbing at their faces or neck.

Growling
faintly, Mace dropped back in his chair as he tilted his head back to
peer at the dark window with a thundery frown on his face. “Well
that was a bust.” He grunted.

“Not
wholly,” Shaak sighed as she rubbed at her lekkus, obviously
feeling numb. “We
did manage to trail it and isolate it to the Rotunda, that does
confirm what Dooku told Obi-Wan at the start of the war.” She mused
thoughtfully before sighing deeply and rubbing up his monterals.

About
to argue back, Mace shut up as Yoda gave a loud sigh. “Fruitless it
was not,” The
old man grunted as he got himself off the chair, his bone cracking
loudly enough to cause several to wince and contemplate their own old
age to come as his cane tapped at the floor. “Isolate the Sith
master to the Rotunda we have, close we know he was, content to hide
forever Sith never are.” Yoda’s ears quivered as he glanced at
the Rotunda with pursed lips, wrinkles twisting around his face
before he grunted.

Standing
slowly and stretching, Plo nodded in agreement. “We will find them,
a Sith master would never be content to hide in the shadows… it is
someone with power, someone who can pull strings and get information
they feed to Count Dooku and the CIS.” They all stood, staring at
the Rotunda as they each contemplated Senators they knew.

It
was a Senator, someone with power, someone who had guile and cunning.

“…Least
its not that gungan,” Mace sighed deeply. “He’s friendly and
kind as one can be but he’s as clumsy as few can be and as likely
to be a Sith as one of our younglings. Senator Binks is just…” He
floundered a bit, not wanting to be cruel.

Humming,
Shaak’s holo stood. “I believe the word you’re looking for is
naive but compassionate. It’s strange, I’ve never quite meet a
gungan like him before, we have a few gungan Jedi after all.” She
stated curiously.

Chuckling,
Plo made his way to the door with Yoda slowly limping along. “Well,
I won’t claim every sentient of my kind is exactly smart…”

There
were scattered laughs at that, everyone thinking of members of their
own kind that were more or less idiotic.

At
least Jar Jar was kind if silly.

()()()

Groaning
as he limped along to the kitchen island, Obi-Wan sat down shakily
and gave Anakin a meek smile when the alpha let out a worried whine.
“I’m fine, just sore… very sore. I’m not exactly as young as
most newly mating omegas.” He pointed out while enjoying the warmth
of the rising sun outside of the balcony.

He
was far past the newly mating omega timeline really but at least it
was done now, his next heat would be simpler and hopefully he’d
spend it with both again though with the war going on, he wasn’t
certain.

That
line of thought however was distracted out of his head when Anakin
leaned in and nuzzled slowly at his face and affectionately kissed
his bared shoulders as Obi-Wan had just opted to wear one of Padme’s
robe, the silky, green thing ridiculously small on him and only
reaching midway down his thighs while leaving most of his chest
exposed.

“I
know, but I still worry, we left you in quite the state… I’m
going to go check the medical cabinet.” Anakin murmured, leaving
one lingering kiss to the claiming bites on Obi-Wan’s neck before
hurrying off to the fresher, leaving Obi-Wan with Padme as she cooked
eggs and toast for them, going for a simple breakfast as 3CPO toddled
around, rambling off information they had missed out on and who had
called for them.

Accepting
his tea when Padme handed it over, perfectly steeped, Obi-Wan smiled
into the cup and sighed happily as Anakin returned with an analgesic
patch, the medication quickly applied to the other side of his neck
before Anakin just wrapped himself around the omega.

Quietly,
they soaked in the morning before Padme hummed. “Just so its said,
tomorrow we’re having breakfast in bed and getting up late.” She
smirked at them.

Clearing
his throat, Anakin raised his head from Obi-Wan’s skin, blinking at
them both. “To be fair, we wanted to do that today but um…”
Anakin glanced towards the room that stunk of sex, slick and sweat,
the sheets still a mess as Obi-Wan colored deeply but smiled smugly
into his cup.

“I’ll
make a new nest once everything’s clean.” He stated airily,
feeling the warm sun on his skin where Anakin wasn’t basically
covering him.

He
was meet with two beams at that and Padme finally placing toast in
front of her male mates before Anakin managed to drag himself away
for long enough to grab the fruit bowl, making an effort not to
always be a brat and do some frivolous Force use.

Obi-Wan
appreciated it, he was too tired right now to deal with it.

He
was not too tired however to eat all of the egg Padme was plying him
with.

Mmmn
yolky
proteins.

Star Wars flip! what about master ani/quigon finding baby obi and immediately going “ah yes this is mine.” And he just hides him in his robes to snuggle away.

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There
are rules about Force sensitive children, rules about if Jedi can
take them to the Order, rules about bringing them into the fold.

Most
of those rules are about parents giving permission, going through
paperwork and the last year they are able to give them over before
the child is too old by Jedi standards to give them over to be
trained.

Than
there are the ones who fall outside of parental government because
they are orphans, children who then are in the purview of the
government and the government has to give the permission to take the
children.

It
can depend on
the local law there if the Jedi can take the child because not
everyone trust Jedi, these mystical ‘warriors’ as most of the
galaxy see and forget they are also spiritual and
fighting is the last resort. Baby
stealers and crazy wizards to some, dangerous power grabbers that
involve themselves in too many governments.

Right
now, Anakin wants to show them the warrior part because he’s
sitting with a youngling that needs him, that is sporting a swollen
wrist yet is beaming at Anakin and Antallan has been polite to their
Jedi ‘interloper’ but not outright friendly, letting him know
they were only tolerating him.

It
would take weeks if not months to get the custody of the little spark
in front of him, who is clearly not well to do in the orphanage he
lives at.

Obi-Wan
is a sweet and
rather small
child, all of three and very smart for his age, he can speak with big
words and runs well and Anakin thinks the boy can do above average
math for his age group. He’s also all alone, the caretakers don’t
like him and the other kids don’t want to play with him as he is
‘weird’ and different.

He’s
also Anakin’s future padawan.

He
can just feel
it in his bones.

‘They’re
going to damage him.’ Anakin glanced at the swollen wrist that
hadn’t been given any treatment. “…Obi-Wan, what would you say
to coming with me?” He asked softly.

This
was not what he had envisioned
when he felt the Force tugging him over to a playground and
the sandbox in particular to the isolated child trying to make sand
castles. This was not what he thought would happen when he started
talking to the somewhat sad looking kid in washed out blue tunic and
leggings.

But
if Obi-Wan said yes, then Anakin was going to take him home,
to a place where everyone was like him and no one would care if a few
toys floated about.

Obi-Wan
blinked, pausing his action of sticking a leaf to the top of the sand
castle hill he was making. “With you? Where?” He pouted a bit.

“Where
I live, where there are others like us.” Anakin answered softly,
smiling a bit when Obi-Wan perked up and crawled closer to him on his
knees, abandoning the sand castle hill.

“There
is others?” Obi-Wan grasped onto Anakin’s mech hand with wide
eyes, not shying away from the cool metal as he peered at the other
with excitement and curiosity born from never being exposed to anyone
like them until Anakin had entered the playground. And some
nervousness born from being hurt for being different.

“There
are
indeed others,” Anakin chuckled at the kids little grammar mistake
and lisp, reaching up with his flesh hand to tweak the others nose,
smiling when Obi-Wan started nodding his head so fast it threatened
to come off in agreement to go. “Alright then, under my cloak you
go.” He winked even as he raised his hand to dismantle the
holocameras around as Obi-Wan quickly climbed under his cloak.

Then
he turned his attention to the kids and adults around. ‘Look away,
ignore us… forget this happened, forget me.’
Anakin put the Force to bear and stood up slowly with Obi-Wan on his
hip, his cloak hiding the boy from view as he walked away from the
playground with his future padawan in arm, the Force pulsing with
every move as Obi-Wan fisted one of his little hands into the folds
of Anakin’s tunic.

He
was the Force chosen one, stronger than most Jedi in brute Force but
this was a delicate thing he was doing, making everyone ignore and
look away.

It
would take so long for Obi-Wan to come to the temple if they went the
normal way.

But
if Anakin spun a little story and logged in the clearly sprained
wrist…

Well,
the council did have a youngling weakness, Mace Windu in particular
was soft for the younglings and put a youngling in danger in front of
the old grouch and he’d be sure to agree with Anakin’s actions.

‘We’re
going home little one,’ Anakin
noted before frowning to himself as
Obi-Wan continued to hold on with only one hand, favoring the one
that wasn’t injured.
‘We’re also going to treat that wrist the moment I reach the
ship, seriously what’s wrong with these adults.’

cody and obi wan talk in report to senate?

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Rubbing
the towel against his face to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes,
Obi-Wan beamed brightly at his commander as Cody held out a bottle of
water. “Why thank you Cody.” He chirped brightly as Anakin whined
at Ahsoka about not getting him a bottle of water and the young lady
teasing her master back as Obi-Wan chugged.

Internally
he wondered why Cody was there, not that Obi-Wan minded, but Cody
didn’t show up out of the blue generally unlike the Wolfpack who
had a tendency to follow Plo around like puppies more than wolves
heh.

They
were after all the man’s sons as he called them.

Plo’s
bros painted onto a ship side appeared in Obi-Wan’s mind as he
pulled the bottle away and smiled brightly at the other man. “Now,
was there something I could help you with? Something tells me this is
not a pleasure visit.” He questioned while raising his brow.

At
that Cody jumped a bit, his aura seeming guilty for a moment before
he nodded and removed his helmet. “I wish I could say so sir but
I’d like to have a private conversation with you…” He let the
words hang as he glanced at the padawans whispering to each other as
they giggled and looked at Obi-Wan and Anakin still with various
expressions.

Not
that Obi-Wan could blame them, what they just visited was a troll of
a spar.

Cody’s
words however made Obi-Wan sober up and he nodded, giving Anakin and
Ahsoka a wave and the younglings a wink before following his
commander out into the hall. “How about we go to my quarters?”
The
Jedi suggested, smiling when Cody instantly nodded.

As
they walked they engaged in small talk, mostly about the troopers,
Boil and Waxer had apparently destroyed a crate of rations, Longshot
had managed to grow a plant in a boot and so on and so forth.

Funny
little stories Obi-Wan honestly wished the public could hear that
made the troopers seem so much more than just ‘clones’ to
everyone. If they heard the juicy gossip of the barracks they’d
understand they were just as living as anyone else in the galaxy.

Finally
they arrived at Obi-Wan’s quarters, no one stopping them on the way
luckily and Obi-Wan let them in. Instantly Cody tugged his boots off
as best he could and moved to put his helmet down on the caff table,
getting cozy
with the pillows behind his back.

Obi-Wan
had to hide a smile at that, happy
knowing that the other was so comfortable and safe in Obi-Wan’s
quarters that he would just go settle down without a glance at the
owner of the quarters. “Would you like something to drink?” He
asked, moving to the fresher to throw the towel in to hit the hamper.

A
thoughtful look crossed Cody’s face before he nodded. “If you
have more of that juice from last time, I’d love some of that?”
He agreed.

Nodding
contently, Obi-Wan made a beeline to the kitchenette, trying not to
be self conscious about the sweat stains around his neck and pits.
Cody had seen him in worse conditions, literally covered in slime and
once even excretion from a giant flower.

Not
to mention blood, mud, dirt, vomit, feces and who knew what else.

Obi-Wan
got into situations.

Returning
with two glasses of chilled juice, Obi-Wan settled down on the couch
and held out the drink before taking a long sip of his own glass,
still feeling parched and beside, he needed to refill some
electrolytes. “Now, you wanted to speak?”

Cody
paused, the glass at his lips before taking a quick sip. “Is it
true the Chancellor lied to Skywalker?” He asked, his voice low,
hushed while staring intently at Obi-Wan.

‘…Of
course the troopers know… fuck.’ Obi-Wan took a deep breath
before nodding.

Cursing,
Cody took another sip. “General, that’s one of many clues to a
very disturbing trend from the Senate that I’m starting to pick up
on.” He said seriously, straightening a bit.

Bewildered,
Obi-Wan sat his glass down. “I’m not sure I follow Cody?”

“General,
it almost sounds like the Senate is trying to kill both Jedi and
clones,” The words came out of Cody’s mouth but static went off
in Obi-Wan’s head, causing him to shake his head and blink at the
commander in confusion. “Sir?”

“I…
Cody what did you just say?” Obi-Wan had Cody repeat himself only
for the static to go of again and something wet to leak down
Obi-Wan’s nose, Obi-Wan’s brain throbbing as he once more tried
to wrap his mind around those words.

Alarmed,
Cody snatched a napkin off the table to press it under Obi-Wan’s
nose, eyes widening. “Sir, you’re bleeding!”

I really missed Knight Moddy and Snow. Can we get something with them? Either like a mission or like something mild and fun?

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Grumbling
faintly, the short haired woman twitched before hissing slightly in
pain. “I’m going to hit you if you-ow!” The Jedi yelled out
while
twitching away from the man behind her,
causing several to drop their blasters in surprise as they turned
towards their General and Commander. “When
I asked for help, that wasn’t permission for you to torture me!”
She huffed, the crate under her wobbling a bit.

Snow
grunted in reply, a
tunic resting over his lap as
he sat on his own crate in lieu of a chair.
“This is your own damn fault General, you’re the one who went
jumping into a cactus field.” The man replied, nonplussed and very
unimpressed as he dropped another needle into the tray beside him,
the tweezers held tightly in his ungloved
hand.

Moddy
sulked a bit, before nodding and leaning forward again, elbows on her
knees as she sat in leggings and purple bra in front of all her men with
very little care. Anyone else and she might have cared that they
could see her but in this moment she was to busy being picked apart
by her commander as he removed cactus needles from her back and
chest, looking very much like a needle pillow instead of a Jedi.

Her
pale skin did show off the pinpricks of blood quite well honestly.

She
whined about five minutes later when Snow finally set the tweezers
down and ran his bare
fingertips along her skin. “Snoooow.” Moddy whimpered quietly,
shivering a bit with goosebumps breaking out over her pale skin.

“Shush,
I’m looking for needles and then I need to disinfect the punctures.
You can get cuddles after.” The man replied sternly though
his lips twitched with fond
amusement.

Around
them the other troopers had finally started to relax, the 28th
all to used to their commander and their general’s form of
communication and flirting as it was.

“You’re
cruel.” Moddy sulked before relaxing when he didn’t seem to find
any other needles stuck beneath her skin and to be fair, she knew it
was the best idea to remove them else they’d become infected and
that was the last thing she wanted.

Finally
Snow nodded to himself with a satisfied grunt, picking up the cotton
swabs and pouring disinfection onto it. “Next time you do this,
I’ll just leave you to Browbeat if you think I’m that cruel.”
He teased gently, snorting softly when she whined at him.

“Wicked
maaaaa-ow! That hurt!” She gasped, trying not to move though
twitching a bit at the touch of antiseptic against her punctured
skin. It
was cold blast it!

“That’s
because you managed to get the cacti needles into your skin,
puncturing it to the point of bleeding,” Snow paused enough to give
her a fairly light headslap before continuing slowly swabbing down
her back and sides since they already did her front. “And that
should be it, I cleaned away the blood too so you can put on your
tunic if you want.”

Instantly
Moddy snatched her tunic back from him and pulled it on with a grateful whine
before tucking her hands inside and pulling her bra out after a
moment.

No
one even gave her a second look as Snow continued putting away the
antiseptic and the cotton swab to dispose off afterward along with
the cacti needles with bloody tips. “Huh, these went fairly deep, I
wonder if they could be made into makeshift weapons in the future if
needed.” Snow mused before grunting when his lap was filled with a
blond haired Jedi who was making both her eyes look as big as
possible, the scar making it harder on her unseeing side, while pressing her cheek to his shoulder.

Under
them the crate wobbled a bit but managed to hold both of their weight
without tipping over.

Staring
match was engaged, the two barely blinking until Snow finally rolled
his eyes and started to gently run his still uncovered fingertips
along her back while wrapping his other arm around her waist.
“Cuddlebug, I swear, are you a Jedi or tooka?” He teased gently
as she relaxed into him.

She
mock meowed. “If I say I’m a lap tooka, can I stay?” Moddy
teased back before relaxing utterly with a content sigh, closing her
eyes.

“Well,
guess you’re my lap tooka then.” Snow snorted, pressing a fond
kiss to her temple.

Well, hello there again :) I’m curious where do Obi-Wan and Clones run away in #dociledoll? Was it really possible for Rebellion to give away Obi-Wan in order to get sth from Vader? How is Vader doing looking for his ‘doll’? I bet not so well… ;)

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Peering
out of the viewfind, Obi-Wan took a sip of his tea with a small hum
of contentment as the streaks of the hyperlane passed them.

Four
months out and they were doing better than ever though Obi-Wan had to
admit that for the most part he wasn’t doing anything but trying to
recover as the troopers looked out for him and continued to guide
him.

They
had several times however picked up refugees from the core that they
were bringing out and were steadily picking up ships, troopers and
even a few Jedi survivors much to Obi-Wan’s amazement.

They
weren’t all people Obi-Wan had personally known as much as known
of, but they were Jedi and that was enough for him.

Only
then they had found Plo and Shaak and Obi-Wan could have wept in
relief as he embraced both Jedi and clung to them for hours, his face
pressed into their spacer leathers as they clung just as tightly in
return, all three of them relieved to see someone else.

A
month after they had found Jedi master Zao, the old veknoid guiding
not one, not two, but fourteen frightened, traumatized younglings he
had found and kept safe from the Jedi purges. All of them had
initially been frightened of the clones until they had proven
themselves to the younglings and shown them the surgery scars from
where the biochips had been removed.

Seeing
other Jedi had also helped, Obi-Wan along with the others coming to
the same ship to show the younglings that it was safe to stay here.

Now
they were nomadic, living in the depth
of space with the Jedi and the volunteers and the refugees that the
troopers took in, getting supplies and fueling with many of them
taking minor jobs here and there when they were close to planets to
keep them all feed.

Bail’s
aid helped too and even the Rebellion at some points but for the most
part they limited their interaction with the Rebellion after what
they had wanted to do with Obi-Wan.

Pausing
at that thought, Obi-Wan stared down into his cup.

Four
months and lots of recovery and he still wondered if they would have
outright traded him back to Vader for something or if they would have
sent him on missions before he was even healthy because Obi-Wan was
far from healthy.

Physically
he was still training, recovering the muscle mass he lost with Vader
keeping him subdued.

Mentally…

He
still woke up in fear, still woke up wondering what the day would
bring, wondering if he would be pinned to the bed by the other.

Then
he would feel guilty about not helping more, about not doing more for
the galaxy.

Rex
would sit with him at those times, arm wrapped around him.

Hell
if Obi-Wan didn’t know that Jango Fett was Force blind he would
have thought that the troopers were Force sensitive and connected to
him because every trooper on the Corvette, their first ship named
‘Homebase’, would
generally
find him when he was in a fit.

If
Obi-Wan was starting to backtrack, to decline, suddenly there would
be Rex, ready to just sit with him.

There
would be Boil with a cup of tea.

There
would be Waxer and Echo with bright smiles telling him that he should
come to the gym with them.

They
would find him and sit with him, sit with him and let him slowly
recover.

Helping,
being his friends, keeping him safe.

Force,
when was the last time he actually felt safe before these days?

A
touch to his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts and he turned
his head to blink at Rex, giving the old captain a warm if confused
smile. “I’m sorry Rex, I was caught in my own thoughts, was there
something you needed?” Obi-Wan asked politely and curiously.

Shaking
his head, keeping his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Rex just smiled
back at him. “Not
really, just checking in with you though if you’re up to it,
Longshot could use your help down with the filters?” He raised a
brow.

Taking
a quick sip of tea, Obi-Wan nodded eagerly before giving the other a
gimlet eye. “You know that eventually you’re going to have to put
me on the work roster. I’m about as healthy as I can get right
now.” He pointed out.

Sniggering
faintly, echoed by a few of the others on the bridge listening in,
Rex shrugged. “Oh I know but you’re not the only one not on the
roster you know. Or would you have us put Echo on the roster too?”
He playfully raised his brows.

Obi-Wan
grumbled but smiled into his tea, warmth blooming in his stomach.

The
vode didn’t stop him from working, gave him the option of declining
and that was… it made Obi-Wan feel warm, feeling fuzzy with Rex
hand still securely settled on his shoulder.

He
was warm and his future felt more secure regardless of Vader hunting
for him.

All
thanks to the former troopers who had gotten the worst end of the
stick.

Ok, the Nubby fic is so adorable I don’t think I can handle it!!! So what happens when they get back to Coruscant? Does Obi get Nubby the fluffiest bed? Do they go play in the gardens, possibly with some crechelings? Also does Nubby get wheels (or the gffa equivalent)??? If he does I am in favor of baby Ani making them or at least tricking them out in the future.

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Coming
home with a two legged puppy who can’t really walk is an experience
Obi-Wan doesn’t quite know what to make of as he walks with the
backpack slung over his shoulder and Nubby under his other arm.

Several
Jedi that he passes pause in surprise as Nubby just wags happily and
whines up at Obi-Wan to be let down but its far too long for Nubby to
be supported on his harness and leash and walk all the way up to the
council chamber.

And
he gives his report with said puppy under his arm, the animal panting
at everyone and giving that semi smile that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach
knot happily while
wiggling his front nubs at the council .

Finally
it seemed that Evan had enough as he pointed at Nubby. “Okay is no
one else going to ask? Am I going to have to be the bastard who
asks?” He snapped out.

Depa
covered her grin with her hand, sitting back in her chair. “I admit
I am curious knight Kenobi.” She stated as evenly as she could.

Lifting
Nubby up under his arm, adjusting how he was holding his pupper,
Obi-Wan blinked at them and looked down at Nubby.

Seemingly
understanding that he was being talked about, Nubby looked back up at
his owner with big dark eyes before going back to ‘smiling’ while
wagging more. “…His name is Nubby?” Obi-Wan stated, blinking
back up at the council.

There
was a few choked coughs and smothered laughs of surprise and Yoda
outright had to smack himself in the chest when
he choked.

“Alright,
his name is… Nubby,” Shaak said, her voice quivering with
amusement along with her lekkus. “But… why is he under your arm?”
She asked finally.

Looking
back at Nubby, tilting his head a bit and then shrugging. “Because
I adopted him. A woman on Corellia gave him to me to see if he could
survive and I took care of him? So now he’s mine?” He would have
liked to have stated that but ended up asking more uncertainly than
he wanted.

Leaning
forward, Mace stared at Nubby for a second before standing and coming
over to present his hand to the puppy.

Snuffling
at the new human, Nubby tail was now wagging hard enough to hit
Obi-Wan in the side as he started laving the dark hand with his
slobber. Chortling, Mace nodded and scratched gently at the puppy’s
ears. “Alright then, you’ll have to have him trained to temple
standards Kenobi. If I were you, I’d also go by the healers to see
if they have suggestions for his hindrances and suggestions on how to
keep his hind legs strong.” The man noted, his tone warm as he
continued scratching the white floppy ears.

Relaxing,
noting how tense he had become, Obi-Wan smiled in relief. “So I can
keep him?” He tacked on, his tone uncertain but relieved.

“Knights
and masters can keep pets, as long as they train said pets to temple
standards and take care of them properly,” Jocasta chuckled softly.
“I do not believe we will have an issue of the care as you have
always had a good hand with animals Kenobi but you may lack a bit in
discipline and training for the poor thing. You will want to look up
some tutorials on that.” She
suggested.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan smiled slightly before looking down at his pupper.
“Hear that Nubby? You’re staying in the temple.” He said
teasingly and Nubby wuffled at everyone and continued to slobber Mace
hand when the other tried to scratch his chin.

“He’s
going to need one of those hover harnesses people get pets with
mobility issues.” The council master stated dryly though he was
still smiling despite all the saliva that was coating his hand as he
brought up his second one to continue giving Nubby affection.

Perking
up at the mention, Obi-Wan decided he was going to look up
information on that once he had slept a bit.

There
was so much he would need still for his quarters for Nubby. A big dog bed,
bowls, food, floor padding for him to have a nice play area, more
toys and this hover harness.

So
much to do but Obi-Wan found himself looking forward to it and when
Mace leaned down a bit and Nubby lapped at his face with a big pink
tongue, the knight only laughed.

How is Obi doing with his mini apprentice in Alive But Lost?

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The
holocron bounced against his hip as he bore it openly alongside his
saber, a small smile on his lips as he passed several Sith.

Some
of them only nodded while other had a knee jerk reaction to seeing
the former amnesiac abductive with what was clearly a Sith holocron
on his belt as he moved about. Obi-Wan knew that some members were
still suspicious of him but those who really mattered, Qui-Gon, Yan,
Feemor, Xanatos and Anakin, they trusted him with no suspicion and
only worry for his health attached.

The
combination of Jedi meditation and Sith techniques were also aiding
him in recovering his memories slowly and steadily and for all the
pain it had brought people, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but be a tiny bit
grateful.

Grueling
and clinical as it had been, his Jedi training was proving to be
quite useful.

Especially
when training Anakin because that little troll was proving to be
quite the handful as he was a clumsy little thing, his body growing
and therefor sending him tumbling ass over heels quite often if he
rushed or during sparrings.

If
Obi-Wan was to take a guess, he would be choosing the form ataru for
the young man with his high energy levels but maybe…
shien might fit him better.

Anakin
could be aggressive, he didn’t like to lay in wait and ambush and
preferred to create his own openings to attack.

Yes
the way of the krayt dragon could do him better, a mix of
defensiveness and yet also combined with attack that would stop him
from becoming restless and Obi-Wan was sure if he asked one of the
battle masters of the temple then he could be taught.

Or
at least lay the foundation for Anakin so he could later on choose if
he would go with the classical shien form or develop it further for
djem so.

One
was more suited for blocking blasts while the other was more for
blade to blade battle.

‘It
wouldn’t be so bad to teach him both.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself
as he finally arrived at the language classrooms, knowing that Anakin
and his class were getting tested on huttese and he was rather sure,
thanks to the blonds unfortunate past, that Anakin was going to be
quick and brilliant in the spoken version of the test.

His
spelling might need work however and would take longer time.

But
still, Obi-Wan would rather know what he would need to work on
further with his apprentice and a good basic in huttese would allow
Anakin to learn both aqualish and rodian easier since the structured
similarities in the languages were very similiar and he grinned
brightly when the door opened to let the class out finally, Anakin
following Dara out with a gloomy look on his face only for the blond
to brighten up when he saw Obi-Wan.

“Master!”
He cheered, pulling from the pack of classmates to race into
Obi-Wan’s chest.

Wrapping
his arms around the boy, Obi-Wan chortled, eyes flashing yellow
unknowingly and comforting a few of the Sith watching. “Hello there
little troll, I’ve come to drag you to train.” He teased gently,
laughing when the boy groaned.

“Please
tell me we’re doing saber practice, my butt is numb!” Anakin
stared up at him with wide eyes. “We’ve been testing for two
hours and I swear my butt is going to fall off if I have to sit
more.”

Poking
the boy in the forehead, Obi-Wan smirked. “Patience is a virtue,
you may have to remain still for much longer come ambush missions but
luckily for you, we are indeed going to do saber practice as I think
I know which form to teach you finally.” He teased warmly, his
smirk softening to a gentle smile at Anakin’s excitement.

“You
do!?” Anakin latched onto Obi-Wan’s hand and pulled him, eager to
get to one of the sparring salle.

Letting
the boy pull him along, Obi-Wan felt the warmth of the sun through
windows and the chattering of Sith around them, a sense of peace and
safety settling in his bones.

He
was home with his family surrounding him and he was finally, finally
free
to be who and what he was.

How about some Mace and youngling interaction to counteract Anakin’s view of him?

Posted on av swmoddy

There
is something really annoying about being sent as a messenger boy
through the temple but Anakin can’t really complain considering
it’s not only the Temple’s communications that is on the fritz
but the entire of Coruscant with the Chancellor having to use the
emergency holochannels to really reach people to inform them that
there are faulty signals interfering with the standard comm signals.

So
it is basically all scrambled and people are reduced to running
around, informing each other by foot and several droids are very
grumpy.

Anakin
has had to listen to R2 yelling obscenities in binary for a good half
hour before he managed to escape the angry astromech.

And
now he’s being a messenger boy, Obi-Wan having turned his deadly
pleading eyes on Anakin while begging him to go inform Windu, who was
apparently in the creche, that there was a council meeting.

Considering
how big the creche was…

Well
Anakin asked one of the crechemaster where he could find Windu, the
woman covering her mouth for a moment before clearing her throat and
pointing.

‘Bet
he’s holding some kind of boring little lecture on containing
emotions and not getting attached to toys.’ Anakin grumbled to
himself as he made his way towards the room pointed out. ‘Those
poor little souls, best save them from Windu’s grumpy sourpuss fa-’

Anakin.exe
stopped working as he took in the room.

The
room pretty much looked like any play room of the creche when in use,
full of kids, toys everywhere, kids sectioned into groups depending
on what they were doing.

There
was even a few hand prints in different colors on the wall from
finger paints that Anakin knew from experience that would be hell to
scrub from the wall as he had come to learn during creche duty.

But
it was Windu that had Anakin’s attention.

Because
Windu was sitting with a group of five younglings at a squat little
table on one of the tiny chairs, a little porcelain yellow cup in his
giant looking hands, having a tea party with two rodians, one wookie,
one zabrak and a human.

Now,
that in itself would have been enough to cause Anakin to pause, Mace
Windu having a pretend tea party with the younglings.

However…
that was not the end to the madness.

Because
the kids had also given Windu a makeover, the master of the order’s
lips smeared in bright purple play lipstick, sparkly pink blush that
could barely be seen with the man’s dark skin, a sparkly top that
barely fit the man and must be stretchy and what was in essence a
vulture wide brim hat.

Staring
at the vulture hat, Anakin could slowly feel his jaw drop.

It
was a wide brimmed brown hat, the vulture clearly fake but glaring at
everyone with a faux fur trim around it, looking like the damn fake
thing was about to swoop off and caw at everyone.

Finally
it seemed the man noticed Anakin, giving him a haughty look, the
makeup and outfit he was in doing nothing to take away from his
attitude.

“Yes
Knight Skywalker, was there something you needed?” He questioned
dryly, raising the cup to his lips and then blinking and peering into
it, as if suddenly realizing that it was pretend and therefor there
would be no tea.

“I…
emergency council meeting?” Anakin managed to get out, his voice
strangled.

There
was a chorus of disappointed groans, the little wookie latching onto
Windu while rawring up at him sadly.

“Oh
dear, well that’s too bad. I seem to be in a meeting already with
the younglings of bantha clan,” Windu answered, patting the
wookie’s head gently. “You’ll just have to inform the others
that I’m stuck and will have to review the meeting holo later on.”
He drawled then smirked when there was a cheer of happiness and the
wookie crawling into Windu’s lap.

Yup,
Anakin.exe had certainly stopped working.

How about some Mace and youngling interaction to counteract Anakin’s view of him?

Posted on av swmoddy

There
is something really annoying about being sent as a messenger boy
through the temple but Anakin can’t really complain considering
it’s not only the Temple’s communications that is on the fritz
but the entire of Coruscant with the Chancellor having to use the
emergency holochannels to really reach people to inform them that
there are faulty signals interfering with the standard comm signals.

So
it is basically all scrambled and people are reduced to running
around, informing each other by foot and several droids are very
grumpy.

Anakin
has had to listen to R2 yelling obscenities in binary for a good half
hour before he managed to escape the angry astromech.

And
now he’s being a messenger boy, Obi-Wan having turned his deadly
pleading eyes on Anakin while begging him to go inform Windu, who was
apparently in the creche, that there was a council meeting.

Considering
how big the creche was…

Well
Anakin asked one of the crechemaster where he could find Windu, the
woman covering her mouth for a moment before clearing her throat and
pointing.

‘Bet
he’s holding some kind of boring little lecture on containing
emotions and not getting attached to toys.’ Anakin grumbled to
himself as he made his way towards the room pointed out. ‘Those
poor little souls, best save them from Windu’s grumpy sourpuss fa-’

Anakin.exe
stopped working as he took in the room.

The
room pretty much looked like any play room of the creche when in use,
full of kids, toys everywhere, kids sectioned into groups depending
on what they were doing.

There
was even a few hand prints in different colors on the wall from
finger paints that Anakin knew from experience that would be hell to
scrub from the wall as he had come to learn during creche duty.

But
it was Windu that had Anakin’s attention.

Because
Windu was sitting with a group of five younglings at a squat little
table on one of the tiny chairs, a little porcelain yellow cup in his
giant looking hands, having a tea party with two rodians, one wookie,
one zabrak and a human.

Now,
that in itself would have been enough to cause Anakin to pause, Mace
Windu having a pretend tea party with the younglings.

However…
that was not the end to the madness.

Because
the kids had also given Windu a makeover, the master of the order’s
lips smeared in bright purple play lipstick, sparkly pink blush that
could barely be seen with the man’s dark skin, a sparkly top that
barely fit the man and must be stretchy and what was in essence a
vulture wide brim hat.

Staring
at the vulture hat, Anakin could slowly feel his jaw drop.

It
was a wide brimmed brown hat, the vulture clearly fake but glaring at
everyone with a faux fur trim around it, looking like the damn fake
thing was about to swoop off and caw at everyone.

Finally
it seemed the man noticed Anakin, giving him a haughty look, the
makeup and outfit he was in doing nothing to take away from his
attitude.

“Yes
Knight Skywalker, was there something you needed?” He questioned
dryly, raising the cup to his lips and then blinking and peering into
it, as if suddenly realizing that it was pretend and therefor there
would be no tea.

“I…
emergency council meeting?” Anakin managed to get out, his voice
strangled.

There
was a chorus of disappointed groans, the little wookie latching onto
Windu while rawring up at him sadly.

“Oh
dear, well that’s too bad. I seem to be in a meeting already with
the younglings of bantha clan,” Windu answered, patting the
wookie’s head gently. “You’ll just have to inform the others
that I’m stuck and will have to review the meeting holo later on.”
He drawled then smirked when there was a cheer of happiness and the
wookie crawling into Windu’s lap.

Yup,
Anakin.exe had certainly stopped working.