Jedi can feel emotions in the force, what if the 212th projected love and admiration to obi wan bc he needs it.
This
feeling in the Force…
It
could be break him.
If
Obi-Wan let it, it could break him.
His
troopers could break him.
Obi-Wan
has no idea how they figured out how to project as he stands with his
fists balled up on the holo display, staring sightless at the blue
peaks
that are is the surrounding scouted area. No he is more concerned
with the emotions
projected into the Force around him.
How
they have figured out to project single feelings and keeping the rest
of it is irrelevant but impressive, it is
the
why
Obi-Wan wonders about.
Why
are they projecting these feelings into the Force, why are they
directed at Obi-Wan?
Why,
why, why?
Because
the Force is filled with love.
It
is filled with worry.
Tender
care and admiration.
All
aimed at Obi-Wan and he can’t quite…
That
can’t all be for him can it?
Not
even Anakin in his childhood had been quite that… open?
Obi-Wan
jerks to when Cody settles his hand on the Jedi’s back, amber eyes
staring at him with a small smile on his face as he slowly rubs
Obi-Wan back and that feeling intensifies as the two stares at each
other.
Swallowing
harshly, Obi-Wan struggled to relax his fists. “…Why?” He
whispered.
Cody
hummed quietly, the buzz of machines the only things really making
noise outside of the man as the other troopers quietly watched,
letting the commander handle the General since he was the one who
interacted the most closely with Obi-Wan.
Slowly
Cody reached down and took one of Obi-Wan’s clenched hands, slowly
rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand until the muscles started
to relax. “We are far from blind General,” Cody started quietly,
settling the now open hand down to take the other and repeat his slow
rub. “We’ve served under you for quite a while now and for every
day that goes past, we see how you act.” He glanced at Obi-Wan,
catching his eyes again with a serious look.
Worry
pinged in the Force and Obi-Wan tensed, biting down on his bottom
lip.
He
knew what Cody wasn’t outright saying, what everyone’s emotions
were implying.
“So
we need you to know,” Cody continued, going back to rubbing the
once more tense hand to get it to ease out from the fist. “That if
you were to pass into the Force as Jedi say, that you would be
greatly missed.” Cody paused, holding Obi-Wan’s hand before
slowly settling the hand back down on the holo display.
Then
he reached up and slowly combed Obi-Wan’s hair back, gently styling
it back as Obi-Wan’s hair had flopped forward some time during the
conversation.
His
fingers were gentle even as Obi-Wan jerked a bit at the touch before
slowly leaning into it, like an affection starved feline who stared
at the commander with wide eyes.
Quirking
his lips into a small smile, Cody tilted his head. “Go to bed sir,
we got everything handled, we got everything under control and you
need rest.” He assured quietly, his tone confident and his voice
full of warm affection as Obi-Wan stared at him.
Huffing
out a surprised breath, Obi-Wan licked his lips, feeling those warm
emotions in the Force like hands on his back, intent on supporting,
on coaxing him. How long had it been since he went to bed and slept
through the night?
It
was a while, a long while.
Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan was treated to Cody’s smile growing before the
commander shifted to the side and settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s
back, gently pushing him into a slow trot towards the brown tent
flaps, guiding the Jedi towards his tent.
Through
the whole walk the Force was suffused with the warmth of the 212th
and the emotions they had for their General.