It
is so familiar to step off the shuttle and straight into war, to the
sounds of blasters and yells and for a moment Obi-Wan feels like he
was never gone, never became an avatar of the Force or god or
whatever you want to call him.

Just
for a moment as the familiarity washes over him.

And
then a calmness settles in his bones because he’s not the same old
Obi-Wan Kenobi who had to experience war and pain with only the
capabilities of a Jedi master caught between the rock and the hard
place.

It
is so easy to shift, to seamlessly run forward to the surprise of
those around him and change his form.

Hooves
and claws hit the ground between two seconds, kicking
up dry rust brown clay and dust
and Obi-Wan soars forward to the shock of many, the
hippogriff golden flanks and feathers easy to spot in the slight
dimming of twilight along with the red of its tail and
the tint of feather
tips as some of the secondaries shift color when Obi-Wan shifts form.

Spreading
his wings, Obi-Wan crashes through the panicked droids easily as
the battlefield is a breeze for him to cross with his larger shape
and his wings and four legs,
wings slicing through metal as if they were lightsabers themselves
and not flesh and bones as
the Force responds to Obi-Wan like an old friend, protecting and
guarding him in his reckless endeavor.

It
almost makes him laugh how easy it is to sow discord now in the ranks
of the droids and he can’t
help a whinnying mixed
cry
of delight as he prances forward only to catch Anakin’s shocked but
bordering on amused eyes as the blond can feel Obi-Wan delight
from the other side of the battlefield where the troopers have turned
guarding instead of outright attacking, just watching the carnage
Obi-Wan had unleashed.

Embarrassment
wells forward at that and Obi-Wan focuses back on ripping up the
droid army, blasters harmlessly bouncing off his form as he knew they
would. His hippogriff form is made for battle, just like the
Daughter’s griffin
however he is not pure predator, the horse part of him is more
peaceful even as the falcon part of him takes delight in ripping
apart the enemy and hunting.

He
knows when to stop and withdraw.

Which
is why he prances back to Anakin and lowers his head, headbutting the
human gently in the chest. Anakin instantly reaches up and pets his
beak, smiling still, more amused now than shocked as he takes in that
Obi-Wan is huge in his hippogriff form, as large as a shuttle, both
his falcon and horse parts are white with that ethereal glow but the
tail and feather tips are copper red like his hair with large black
eyes ringed with green
peering at Anakin.

When
Ahsoka bounces over in excitement, Obi-Wan lowers himself a bit more,
almost kneeling down on one leg as he also headbutts her and gets
pettings over the beak and head, Obi-Wan’s eyes half closing.

In
this form, its easy to keep an eye on Cody actually, half closed he
can let it linger on the commander who is hovering close by, watching
Obi-Wan with awe and confusion in his Force aura.

It
was… strange to meet up again, not because of Cody, no the man was
the picture of professionalism, wonderful skills and tact with the
matching dry personality that Obi-Wan remembered so well.

But
Obi-Wan didn’t know how to act around the commander anymore.

Not
when he wanted to curl himself around the man and wrap Cody up in his
wings and clearly the commander was picking up on something. Not that
Obi-Wan was being discreet if Anakin amused deceleration of ‘mooning
wrecking ball stare’ was any indication.

So
apparently his isolation from others had made Obi-Wan a bit obvious
but oh well, as long as Cody didn’t become uncomfortable and
Obi-Wan could maybe slowly ease the man into the thought, that was
fine.

“Soooo…
would it be possible to fly with you Obi-Wan?” He’s drawn out of
his own head and Ahsoka’s petting at that question, lifting his
head to blink at Anakin, a laughing chirrup escaping his beak that
had the blond flushing. “Oh come on! Don’t tease me! I just saw
you outright demolish
droids with those wings and I know you can fly yourse-” Anakin’s
words cuts off as Obi-Wan shifts to the side to show his flank and
kneels down on his front to make it easier for the other as his wings
are coated in the dry red brown clay, his wings spreading to make
space for Anakin on his back.

A
silent offer.

Anakin
blinks at him before beaming happily and moving in, carefully
climbing up and figuring out where to put his hands that wouldn’t
hurt the other Jedi as Obi-Wan carefully straightened.

“…Okay
this is so wizard.”
Anakin breathed out, his hands finding a careful grasp as he looks
about, both of them trusting Cody and Rex to tell them if they were
needed.

Ahsoka
pouted at Obi-Wan which had him lowering his head and nuzzling her.
“I’ll give you a ride too Ahsoka, Anakin just asked first.” He
murmured, chuckling when both jerked too in surprise.

“…Okay
that was weird.” Ahsoka grinned, stepping back to let Obi-Wan have
space to maneuver.

Moving
slowly, Obi-Wan spread his wings and
trained his eyes on the horizon instead of the droid parts scattering
everywhere, feeling Anakin lower himself to minimize wind resistance.

Just
before he raced forward he heard Echo. “Jedi are insane but come
on, I think ours take the cake.”

Quietly,
Obi-Wan agreed as he took off with Anakin yelping in delight against
his feathers.

It
is so familiar to step off the shuttle and straight into war, to the
sounds of blasters and yells and for a moment Obi-Wan feels like he
was never gone, never became an avatar of the Force or god or
whatever you want to call him.

Just
for a moment as the familiarity washes over him.

And
then a calmness settles in his bones because he’s not the same old
Obi-Wan Kenobi who had to experience war and pain with only the
capabilities of a Jedi master caught between the rock and the hard
place.

It
is so easy to shift, to seamlessly run forward to the surprise of
those around him and change his form.

Hooves
and claws hit the ground between two seconds, kicking
up dry rust brown clay and dust
and Obi-Wan soars forward to the shock of many, the
hippogriff golden flanks and feathers easy to spot in the slight
dimming of twilight along with the red of its tail and
the tint of feather
tips as some of the secondaries shift color when Obi-Wan shifts form.

Spreading
his wings, Obi-Wan crashes through the panicked droids easily as
the battlefield is a breeze for him to cross with his larger shape
and his wings and four legs,
wings slicing through metal as if they were lightsabers themselves
and not flesh and bones as
the Force responds to Obi-Wan like an old friend, protecting and
guarding him in his reckless endeavor.

It
almost makes him laugh how easy it is to sow discord now in the ranks
of the droids and he can’t
help a whinnying mixed
cry
of delight as he prances forward only to catch Anakin’s shocked but
bordering on amused eyes as the blond can feel Obi-Wan delight
from the other side of the battlefield where the troopers have turned
guarding instead of outright attacking, just watching the carnage
Obi-Wan had unleashed.

Embarrassment
wells forward at that and Obi-Wan focuses back on ripping up the
droid army, blasters harmlessly bouncing off his form as he knew they
would. His hippogriff form is made for battle, just like the
Daughter’s griffin
however he is not pure predator, the horse part of him is more
peaceful even as the falcon part of him takes delight in ripping
apart the enemy and hunting.

He
knows when to stop and withdraw.

Which
is why he prances back to Anakin and lowers his head, headbutting the
human gently in the chest. Anakin instantly reaches up and pets his
beak, smiling still, more amused now than shocked as he takes in that
Obi-Wan is huge in his hippogriff form, as large as a shuttle, both
his falcon and horse parts are white with that ethereal glow but the
tail and feather tips are copper red like his hair with large black
eyes ringed with green
peering at Anakin.

When
Ahsoka bounces over in excitement, Obi-Wan lowers himself a bit more,
almost kneeling down on one leg as he also headbutts her and gets
pettings over the beak and head, Obi-Wan’s eyes half closing.

In
this form, its easy to keep an eye on Cody actually, half closed he
can let it linger on the commander who is hovering close by, watching
Obi-Wan with awe and confusion in his Force aura.

It
was… strange to meet up again, not because of Cody, no the man was
the picture of professionalism, wonderful skills and tact with the
matching dry personality that Obi-Wan remembered so well.

But
Obi-Wan didn’t know how to act around the commander anymore.

Not
when he wanted to curl himself around the man and wrap Cody up in his
wings and clearly the commander was picking up on something. Not that
Obi-Wan was being discreet if Anakin amused deceleration of ‘mooning
wrecking ball stare’ was any indication.

So
apparently his isolation from others had made Obi-Wan a bit obvious
but oh well, as long as Cody didn’t become uncomfortable and
Obi-Wan could maybe slowly ease the man into the thought, that was
fine.

“Soooo…
would it be possible to fly with you Obi-Wan?” He’s drawn out of
his own head and Ahsoka’s petting at that question, lifting his
head to blink at Anakin, a laughing chirrup escaping his beak that
had the blond flushing. “Oh come on! Don’t tease me! I just saw
you outright demolish
droids with those wings and I know you can fly yourse-” Anakin’s
words cuts off as Obi-Wan shifts to the side to show his flank and
kneels down on his front to make it easier for the other as his wings
are coated in the dry red brown clay, his wings spreading to make
space for Anakin on his back.

A
silent offer.

Anakin
blinks at him before beaming happily and moving in, carefully
climbing up and figuring out where to put his hands that wouldn’t
hurt the other Jedi as Obi-Wan carefully straightened.

“…Okay
this is so wizard.”
Anakin breathed out, his hands finding a careful grasp as he looks
about, both of them trusting Cody and Rex to tell them if they were
needed.

Ahsoka
pouted at Obi-Wan which had him lowering his head and nuzzling her.
“I’ll give you a ride too Ahsoka, Anakin just asked first.” He
murmured, chuckling when both jerked too in surprise.

“…Okay
that was weird.” Ahsoka grinned, stepping back to let Obi-Wan have
space to maneuver.

Moving
slowly, Obi-Wan spread his wings and
trained his eyes on the horizon instead of the droid parts scattering
everywhere, feeling Anakin lower himself to minimize wind resistance.

Just
before he raced forward he heard Echo. “Jedi are insane but come
on, I think ours take the cake.”

Quietly,
Obi-Wan agreed as he took off with Anakin yelping in delight against
his feathers.