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Oldandsweet, Ventress corners Ben and things don’t go according to plan as he just smiles at her and wins over her loyalty, drawing her back to the light. Anakin and Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to think as they witness it all.

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Humming
to himself as Dex lumbered off to deal with a cantankerous
customer, Ben looked out the window with a happy little smile,

It
should be around the time for Anakin or Obi-Wan to pick him up soon
if he remembered right.

Or
maybe both of them would arrive?

There
was a distinct possibility. ‘I should finish up my tea, it would be
a shame to leave any behind when Dex has been so kind as to brew a
cup especially for me of his own special blend.’ Ben mused to
himself only to jump a bit as someone slid into the same booth at
him, sitting across from the Jedi.

Someone
much to small to be Dex, wearing a helmet and black and brown spacer
leathers that almost every shuttle and dock worker among others wore
and therefor fit seamlessly in among the less reputable clientele of
Dex.

The
person was even sporting black gloves though to be fair, if they
worked at the docks, Ben could understand that kind of precaution
since you never knew what you were touching or where you were leaving
your fingerprints behind.

When
the visor of the helmet flickered up via a little press of a button
by the person, Ben felt himself smile widely.

Ventress.

Force
he had no idea what happened to her, she just suddenly disappeared
off every radar during the clone wars but she was still alive here.

But
before he could open his mouth, she hissed at him. “Do not move.
Scream and you die now.” She glared at him.

Pointedly
she had also pressed what could only be a blade of some sort against
Ben’s thigh under the table and
peeking under the table, Ben confirmed that theory. My that was quite
big a blade too, where had she been hiding that?

Or
did Ben even want to know that…

Blinking
as his thoughts trailed off with the image of blades hidden in
different area, Ben picked up his cup and sipped the lukewarm tea
before smiling at her. “Do you like tea?” He asked brightly.

A
visibly distressed look crossed her face for a few seconds before she
went back to sneering. “No.” She said sharply but quietly, so not
to attract attention.

“That’s
too bad, Dex makes lovely tea and I’m sure I can get you a cup.”
Ben hummed softly, blinking when Asajj made a frustrated noise.

“You’re
suppose to be scared you know.” She growled at him, tapping the
blade against Ben’s thigh under the table for point.

Pausing,
Ben tilted his head before nodding. “Oh, I guess so. Did Dooku tell
you to kill me?” Ben smiled at her.

Mouth
opening slightly, Asajj stared at him.

“Could
I say goodbye to Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan before you do anything
though?” Ben tacked on after a moment of no response.

The
blade withdrew from under the table, Ventress sitting heavily back
against the booth wall as she stared at Ben in confusion. “You…”
She trailed off before shaking her head and waving on one of the
droid servers Dex had, ordering a caff sharply before turning her
eyes back on Ben.

He
only blinked back at her.

“…You’re
different. You remind me of Ky.” Asajj finally offered with a small
grumble.

Tilting
his head, Ben stroked his groomed beard before letting out a soft
noise. “Jedi master Narec was a good man, I remember him.” He
said brightly in return, raising his cup only to let out a mournful
noise as he found his cup empty.

Asajj
lips twitched at the corners, watching Ben as she waited on her caff.
“…You’re too soft. You’re going to die,” She settled on
quietly, purple lips pulling down this time. “I don’t know why
but the Sith master wants you dead.”

Blinking,
Ben peered at her in return before shrugging and looking into his
cup.

Then
he let out a happy noise and turned his head. “Anakin.” He said
brightly, causing Ventress to tense up even as she glanced to the
door too.

Sure
enough, there was Skywalker and Kenobi, the former with his hand on
his saber though yet to have drawn it. Kenobi was the first to move,
walking over to the booth and sitting down Asajj’s side which was
the better idea because Anakin and Asajj were like two wet cats in a
bag.

Not
a good idea.

Anakin
instead sat down by Ben’s side, his eyes focused on Asajj in a dark
glare with his hand warningly on his saber, having
the Sith acolyte boxed in though Ben was clearly more occupied with
his empty tea than the dangerous woman and the tense situation.

It
was however Ben who
broke
the
tenseness. “The Sith master wants me dead apparently.” He chirped
as
a serving droid came over.

“…Oh
dear,” Obi-Wan sighed as
Asajj paid for her caff and started drinking, Ben humming happily
while leaning into Anakin’s warm side, the blond gaping at the old
man. “Well we’re in a pickle.” He murmured dryly.

Snorting,
Asajj gave Obi-Wan a dry look. “No shit.” She muttered grimly.

Everyone
sported a discontent expression except for Ben who was inwardly
wondering if he could convince Dex to give him a slice of free cake
without anyone telling the healers.

The
citrus cake in the display did look really good with all those blobs
of cream…

Oldandsweet, Ventress corners Ben and things don’t go according to plan as he just smiles at her and wins over her loyalty, drawing her back to the light. Anakin and Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to think as they witness it all.

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Humming
to himself as Dex lumbered off to deal with a cantankerous
customer, Ben looked out the window with a happy little smile,

It
should be around the time for Anakin or Obi-Wan to pick him up soon
if he remembered right.

Or
maybe both of them would arrive?

There
was a distinct possibility. ‘I should finish up my tea, it would be
a shame to leave any behind when Dex has been so kind as to brew a
cup especially for me of his own special blend.’ Ben mused to
himself only to jump a bit as someone slid into the same booth at
him, sitting across from the Jedi.

Someone
much to small to be Dex, wearing a helmet and black and brown spacer
leathers that almost every shuttle and dock worker among others wore
and therefor fit seamlessly in among the less reputable clientele of
Dex.

The
person was even sporting black gloves though to be fair, if they
worked at the docks, Ben could understand that kind of precaution
since you never knew what you were touching or where you were leaving
your fingerprints behind.

When
the visor of the helmet flickered up via a little press of a button
by the person, Ben felt himself smile widely.

Ventress.

Force
he had no idea what happened to her, she just suddenly disappeared
off every radar during the clone wars but she was still alive here.

But
before he could open his mouth, she hissed at him. “Do not move.
Scream and you die now.” She glared at him.

Pointedly
she had also pressed what could only be a blade of some sort against
Ben’s thigh under the table and
peeking under the table, Ben confirmed that theory. My that was quite
big a blade too, where had she been hiding that?

Or
did Ben even want to know that…

Blinking
as his thoughts trailed off with the image of blades hidden in
different area, Ben picked up his cup and sipped the lukewarm tea
before smiling at her. “Do you like tea?” He asked brightly.

A
visibly distressed look crossed her face for a few seconds before she
went back to sneering. “No.” She said sharply but quietly, so not
to attract attention.

“That’s
too bad, Dex makes lovely tea and I’m sure I can get you a cup.”
Ben hummed softly, blinking when Asajj made a frustrated noise.

“You’re
suppose to be scared you know.” She growled at him, tapping the
blade against Ben’s thigh under the table for point.

Pausing,
Ben tilted his head before nodding. “Oh, I guess so. Did Dooku tell
you to kill me?” Ben smiled at her.

Mouth
opening slightly, Asajj stared at him.

“Could
I say goodbye to Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan before you do anything
though?” Ben tacked on after a moment of no response.

The
blade withdrew from under the table, Ventress sitting heavily back
against the booth wall as she stared at Ben in confusion. “You…”
She trailed off before shaking her head and waving on one of the
droid servers Dex had, ordering a caff sharply before turning her
eyes back on Ben.

He
only blinked back at her.

“…You’re
different. You remind me of Ky.” Asajj finally offered with a small
grumble.

Tilting
his head, Ben stroked his groomed beard before letting out a soft
noise. “Jedi master Narec was a good man, I remember him.” He
said brightly in return, raising his cup only to let out a mournful
noise as he found his cup empty.

Asajj
lips twitched at the corners, watching Ben as she waited on her caff.
“…You’re too soft. You’re going to die,” She settled on
quietly, purple lips pulling down this time. “I don’t know why
but the Sith master wants you dead.”

Blinking,
Ben peered at her in return before shrugging and looking into his
cup.

Then
he let out a happy noise and turned his head. “Anakin.” He said
brightly, causing Ventress to tense up even as she glanced to the
door too.

Sure
enough, there was Skywalker and Kenobi, the former with his hand on
his saber though yet to have drawn it. Kenobi was the first to move,
walking over to the booth and sitting down Asajj’s side which was
the better idea because Anakin and Asajj were like two wet cats in a
bag.

Not
a good idea.

Anakin
instead sat down by Ben’s side, his eyes focused on Asajj in a dark
glare with his hand warningly on his saber, having
the Sith acolyte boxed in though Ben was clearly more occupied with
his empty tea than the dangerous woman and the tense situation.

It
was however Ben who
broke
the
tenseness. “The Sith master wants me dead apparently.” He chirped
as
a serving droid came over.

“…Oh
dear,” Obi-Wan sighed as
Asajj paid for her caff and started drinking, Ben humming happily
while leaning into Anakin’s warm side, the blond gaping at the old
man. “Well we’re in a pickle.” He murmured dryly.

Snorting,
Asajj gave Obi-Wan a dry look. “No shit.” She muttered grimly.

Everyone
sported a discontent expression except for Ben who was inwardly
wondering if he could convince Dex to give him a slice of free cake
without anyone telling the healers.

The
citrus cake in the display did look really good with all those blobs
of cream…

BeNotGuilty Considering Obi-wan suffered (and died DX) at the hands of slavers and is closer in age to Anakin, will he be able to help him adjust better to living at the temple? Will Anakin confide in him about his worry for his mother, and will Obi-wan ask Mace if there is anything that can be done to help?

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Standing
beside his padawan, Mace crossed his arms over his chest slowly as he
watched Jinn and Skywalker leave. “…Well, what do you think?”
He murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
tapped his fingers on his pad, lips pursed. “Anakin is very smart.
But he’s scared for his mom,” Obi-Wan looked up at his master,
meeting his gaze. “Did any of them mention that his mother is a
slave?”

Mace
started a bit, blinking sharply before breathing out heavily.
‘Qui-Gon you old fool…’ It was of course an emergency, bringing
Anakin to the temple might have been the only thing he could have
done but once there he should have told the council. Of course the
boy would be scared for his mother in such a situation and Mace
pinched the bridge of his nose as he counted to ten inwardly.

It
was not something he had needed to do while he had Depa.

But
Obi-Wan?

Well
yes Mace had been counting quite a bit to keep his temper.

Mostly
because Obi-Wan sometimes forgot he was no more a ghost and couldn’t
sit on top of towers anymore!

A
bashful grin crossed his padawan’s face and Mace smirked down at
him. ‘Heard that did you?’

Obi-Wan
shrugged. “You don’t close the bond on me, you like keeping an
eye on me… and I like knowing you’re there.” He admitted softly
as he fiddled with the hem of his tunic.

Honestly?

Mace
preferred keeping his bond to Obi-Wan at least partially open to keep
a tab on him, Obi-Wan occasionally forgot necessary things now that
he was no longer a ghost and adjusting was slow.

Fourteen
years as a ghost could do that to you.

“Going
back to the subject at hand however,” Obi-Wan shook himself,
bringing Mace attention back to him. “I might not remember the
caves where I died much anymore but I remember the fear and pain I
experienced under the hands of slavers… if we can do something we
should, or Anakin will never be able to join the temple and let go of
his anxiety.” He stated quietly.

Musing
on that, Mace rubbed his chin even as he mourned the adult
articulation Obi-Wan delivered his words. He shouldn’t be this
mature sounding, not yet, he should be childish and come with
fanciful solutions.

But
Obi-Wan had died under slaver hands after being bullied and sent away
from the temple, kids in these situations grew too fast even stuck in
ghost forms.

“Are
you seriously contemplating your padawan’s suggestion Mace?” Evan
drawled behind them as he slowly made his way over, glaring between
them. “His mother sent him he-”

“Anakin
is a child,” Obi-Wan cut in without thought, his confidence in the face of the
council having grown since becoming Mace padawan as he peered dully
at Evan. “Just like I am a child. We don’t make the decisions,
our caretakers do. But we do have to live with those decisions.
That’s why I died in the first place.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

‘Well…
that’s an awkward silence.’ Mace mused even as Evan stared at
Obi-Wan and someone behind them in the council chamber coughed.
“…What do you suggest Obi-Wan? You know the Senate has
regulations about Hutt spaced slavery and our intervention in it.” Mace murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
frowned but nodded. “I would suggest speaking with Master Jinn
about where Shmi Skywalker is located on Tatooine, Anakin made it
sound like his former owner was fond of them,” Obi-Wan said, a note
of distaste in his voice. “From there I would suggest buying her
free though Republican credits are of no use on Hutt worlds so maybe
some kind of trade, bring something valuable from the temple… after
that? Alderaan has a good outreach program for slaves.” He looked
up at Mace again, blinking slowly as
if he hadn’t just outlined buying a slave basically and freeing
her.

Deciding
to put that aside, Mace instead focused on the latter. “Alderaan
huh… how do you know that Obi-Wan?” He questioned carefully.

“…I
looked
it up,” Obi-Wan fiddled with his pad again. “After getting a
body… after what I experienced, I wondered if there were help out
there for people who were taken who got away from the slavers. Alderaan runs one
program and so does Corellia actually. And Ryloth has some programs
but they’re more under threat since Twi’leks are considered…”
He flushed darkly, bowing his head further.

Crouching
down so he was in front of Obi-Wan, Mace tilted the others chin up
with two fingers so he could meet his eyes. “…Do you like him?”
He asked quietly.

Obi-Wan
blinked at him in return. “…He’s just a kid master… just like
me. And just like me, we need the adults around us to take the right
choice.” He said quietly.

‘…Alright,
seems like we’re freeing a slave.’ Mace smiled a bit at his
padawan and then reached out to pick him up so he could deposit him
in the hoverchair. ‘My padawan.’

BeNotGuilty Considering Obi-wan suffered (and died DX) at the hands of slavers and is closer in age to Anakin, will he be able to help him adjust better to living at the temple? Will Anakin confide in him about his worry for his mother, and will Obi-wan ask Mace if there is anything that can be done to help?

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Standing
beside his padawan, Mace crossed his arms over his chest slowly as he
watched Jinn and Skywalker leave. “…Well, what do you think?”
He murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
tapped his fingers on his pad, lips pursed. “Anakin is very smart.
But he’s scared for his mom,” Obi-Wan looked up at his master,
meeting his gaze. “Did any of them mention that his mother is a
slave?”

Mace
started a bit, blinking sharply before breathing out heavily.
‘Qui-Gon you old fool…’ It was of course an emergency, bringing
Anakin to the temple might have been the only thing he could have
done but once there he should have told the council. Of course the
boy would be scared for his mother in such a situation and Mace
pinched the bridge of his nose as he counted to ten inwardly.

It
was not something he had needed to do while he had Depa.

But
Obi-Wan?

Well
yes Mace had been counting quite a bit to keep his temper.

Mostly
because Obi-Wan sometimes forgot he was no more a ghost and couldn’t
sit on top of towers anymore!

A
bashful grin crossed his padawan’s face and Mace smirked down at
him. ‘Heard that did you?’

Obi-Wan
shrugged. “You don’t close the bond on me, you like keeping an
eye on me… and I like knowing you’re there.” He admitted softly
as he fiddled with the hem of his tunic.

Honestly?

Mace
preferred keeping his bond to Obi-Wan at least partially open to keep
a tab on him, Obi-Wan occasionally forgot necessary things now that
he was no longer a ghost and adjusting was slow.

Fourteen
years as a ghost could do that to you.

“Going
back to the subject at hand however,” Obi-Wan shook himself,
bringing Mace attention back to him. “I might not remember the
caves where I died much anymore but I remember the fear and pain I
experienced under the hands of slavers… if we can do something we
should, or Anakin will never be able to join the temple and let go of
his anxiety.” He stated quietly.

Musing
on that, Mace rubbed his chin even as he mourned the adult
articulation Obi-Wan delivered his words. He shouldn’t be this
mature sounding, not yet, he should be childish and come with
fanciful solutions.

But
Obi-Wan had died under slaver hands after being bullied and sent away
from the temple, kids in these situations grew too fast even stuck in
ghost forms.

“Are
you seriously contemplating your padawan’s suggestion Mace?” Evan
drawled behind them as he slowly made his way over, glaring between
them. “His mother sent him he-”

“Anakin
is a child,” Obi-Wan cut in without thought, his confidence in the face of the
council having grown since becoming Mace padawan as he peered dully
at Evan. “Just like I am a child. We don’t make the decisions,
our caretakers do. But we do have to live with those decisions.
That’s why I died in the first place.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

‘Well…
that’s an awkward silence.’ Mace mused even as Evan stared at
Obi-Wan and someone behind them in the council chamber coughed.
“…What do you suggest Obi-Wan? You know the Senate has
regulations about Hutt spaced slavery and our intervention in it.” Mace murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
frowned but nodded. “I would suggest speaking with Master Jinn
about where Shmi Skywalker is located on Tatooine, Anakin made it
sound like his former owner was fond of them,” Obi-Wan said, a note
of distaste in his voice. “From there I would suggest buying her
free though Republican credits are of no use on Hutt worlds so maybe
some kind of trade, bring something valuable from the temple… after
that? Alderaan has a good outreach program for slaves.” He looked
up at Mace again, blinking slowly as
if he hadn’t just outlined buying a slave basically and freeing
her.

Deciding
to put that aside, Mace instead focused on the latter. “Alderaan
huh… how do you know that Obi-Wan?” He questioned carefully.

“…I
looked
it up,” Obi-Wan fiddled with his pad again. “After getting a
body… after what I experienced, I wondered if there were help out
there for people who were taken who got away from the slavers. Alderaan runs one
program and so does Corellia actually. And Ryloth has some programs
but they’re more under threat since Twi’leks are considered…”
He flushed darkly, bowing his head further.

Crouching
down so he was in front of Obi-Wan, Mace tilted the others chin up
with two fingers so he could meet his eyes. “…Do you like him?”
He asked quietly.

Obi-Wan
blinked at him in return. “…He’s just a kid master… just like
me. And just like me, we need the adults around us to take the right
choice.” He said quietly.

‘…Alright,
seems like we’re freeing a slave.’ Mace smiled a bit at his
padawan and then reached out to pick him up so he could deposit him
in the hoverchair. ‘My padawan.’

So… how about an overly scarred omega Obi-Wan returning from some kind of mission?

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Outside
of the fingertips and head, there is no part of the Jedi’s skin
that can be seen as he’s wearing a turtleneck shirt and his
fingertips are bandaged to the second knuckle of each hand.
It’s
an unusual style of fashion for an
omega for
sure but Qui-Gon guesses he has no place to judge that and the omega
in front of them looks fairly comfortable.

Force
its just so good to see Obi-Wan once more, despite
the mechanical feline shaped ears suited on the top of his head.

His
undercover missions out in the galaxy had felt like it had taken
forever though Qui-Gon knew well there were those who spent half
their lives undercover compared to Obi-Wan’s eight years. But…

The
alpha was selfish.

He
had missed Obi-Wan, especially with how they had ended their
relationship and now the padawan turned knight stood in front of the
council,
straight backed and beautiful, a wonderful copper beard framing his
jaw
and his hair gathered back in a nerf tail with just a few strands
falling out and framing the other mans face.

The
ears stationed
on top of the others head were
the only thing disturbing Qui-Gon.

Because
those ears were the confirmation to the rumors he had heard about two
years ago.

Obi-Wan
was blind.

He
was using assisting white
ears with blue light details
that picked up on noises to aid him and had opted for the feline make
of them because of the sensory impressions they also gave him despite
being utterly blind. As far as Qui-Gon understood, using them all the
time could be dangerous, give a sensory overload so clearly Obi-Wan
was only using them at the moment for sounds
and
not the additional echolocation sensory ability it gave.

‘The
Force is a strong ally… but out undercover alone, a Jedi sometimes
needs more.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself as Obi-Wan continued
reporting the end of his mission, speculating
that the ears were sort of like a headband only maybe more connected
in a manner, maybe even implanted?

Finally
Mace sat up in his chair, nodding most likely automatically out of
habit. “Good, well done Knight Kenobi. Its a pleasure to finally
greet you back in the temple and its been decided you will go through
a teaching rotation before you start on the normal mission grind.”
The master rumbled out before smiling softly. “And of personal
note… welcome back Obi-Wan, the temple has missed you.” He said
in a softer tone.

Tilting
his head, the ears flickering with a little low whir, Obi-Wan smiled
in return. “Thank you Mace, I admit its been a while.” He agreed.

Yoda
chuckled at that. “Sad I was to hear of your injury but adjusted
you seem to have.” He noted which had Obi-Wan nodding though not
saying anything about it as his ears instead tilted in Yoda’s
direction.

Leaning
forward, Qui-Gon set his elbows on his knees as he swallowed the
little ball of nerves in his throat, it had just been so long since
they had spoken! “Yes, we were all very upset to hear that.” He
rumbled out as he watched Obi-Wan closely.

The
young omega only sent him a brief smile. “Well, I’ve recovered
quite well and I have the tools of the trade so to speak.” He
chuckled quietly as he pulled a short stick from his belt which
expanded to a full length cane in black.

Though
if Obi-Wan was aware of such a thing…

Smiling
in relief, Qui-Gon nodded.

He
had been so worried that Obi-Wan would want nothing to do with him
and he wouldn’t blame the young omega if that was the case. Qui-Gon
knew he had acted in haste with Anakin, pushing Obi-Wan pretty much into
the path of a shuttle but he had been so desperate back then.

Had
been so tired…

He
wouldn’t say that though, he would take responsibility for his
actions because he knew that they needed to speak about it.

“Its
good to have you home Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said in a heartfelt tone.

()()()

Making
his way from the
council chamber, Obi-Wan let out a soft little sigh as he stopped in
front of the elevator that would bring him down. He knew that the
council debrief would drag on for a while but not that it would take
a full hour and a half for him to finish.

But
to be fair, his last mission undercover had been a year long.

Now
he was home, he was going to do a teaching rotation and then take
common missions.

It
was so good to finally be home, the safety of the temple wrapping
around him as he let himself relax into the Force, the feline ears on
top of his head picking up the low murmur of conversation that the
council was having despite the door being closed.

If
Obi-Wan wanted, he could focus them enough to actually hear what they
were saying but he had no need of that.

No,
Obi-Wan was home and he was safe.

No
need to spy, no need to be cautious… home.

So… how about an overly scarred omega Obi-Wan returning from some kind of mission?

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Outside
of the fingertips and head, there is no part of the Jedi’s skin
that can be seen as he’s wearing a turtleneck shirt and his
fingertips are bandaged to the second knuckle of each hand.
It’s
an unusual style of fashion for an
omega for
sure but Qui-Gon guesses he has no place to judge that and the omega
in front of them looks fairly comfortable.

Force
its just so good to see Obi-Wan once more, despite
the mechanical feline shaped ears suited on the top of his head.

His
undercover missions out in the galaxy had felt like it had taken
forever though Qui-Gon knew well there were those who spent half
their lives undercover compared to Obi-Wan’s eight years. But…

The
alpha was selfish.

He
had missed Obi-Wan, especially with how they had ended their
relationship and now the padawan turned knight stood in front of the
council,
straight backed and beautiful, a wonderful copper beard framing his
jaw
and his hair gathered back in a nerf tail with just a few strands
falling out and framing the other mans face.

The
ears stationed
on top of the others head were
the only thing disturbing Qui-Gon.

Because
those ears were the confirmation to the rumors he had heard about two
years ago.

Obi-Wan
was blind.

He
was using assisting white
ears with blue light details
that picked up on noises to aid him and had opted for the feline make
of them because of the sensory impressions they also gave him despite
being utterly blind. As far as Qui-Gon understood, using them all the
time could be dangerous, give a sensory overload so clearly Obi-Wan
was only using them at the moment for sounds
and
not the additional echolocation sensory ability it gave.

‘The
Force is a strong ally… but out undercover alone, a Jedi sometimes
needs more.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself as Obi-Wan continued
reporting the end of his mission, speculating
that the ears were sort of like a headband only maybe more connected
in a manner, maybe even implanted?

Finally
Mace sat up in his chair, nodding most likely automatically out of
habit. “Good, well done Knight Kenobi. Its a pleasure to finally
greet you back in the temple and its been decided you will go through
a teaching rotation before you start on the normal mission grind.”
The master rumbled out before smiling softly. “And of personal
note… welcome back Obi-Wan, the temple has missed you.” He said
in a softer tone.

Tilting
his head, the ears flickering with a little low whir, Obi-Wan smiled
in return. “Thank you Mace, I admit its been a while.” He agreed.

Yoda
chuckled at that. “Sad I was to hear of your injury but adjusted
you seem to have.” He noted which had Obi-Wan nodding though not
saying anything about it as his ears instead tilted in Yoda’s
direction.

Leaning
forward, Qui-Gon set his elbows on his knees as he swallowed the
little ball of nerves in his throat, it had just been so long since
they had spoken! “Yes, we were all very upset to hear that.” He
rumbled out as he watched Obi-Wan closely.

The
young omega only sent him a brief smile. “Well, I’ve recovered
quite well and I have the tools of the trade so to speak.” He
chuckled quietly as he pulled a short stick from his belt which
expanded to a full length cane in black.

Though
if Obi-Wan was aware of such a thing…

Smiling
in relief, Qui-Gon nodded.

He
had been so worried that Obi-Wan would want nothing to do with him
and he wouldn’t blame the young omega if that was the case. Qui-Gon
knew he had acted in haste with Anakin, pushing Obi-Wan pretty much into
the path of a shuttle but he had been so desperate back then.

Had
been so tired…

He
wouldn’t say that though, he would take responsibility for his
actions because he knew that they needed to speak about it.

“Its
good to have you home Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said in a heartfelt tone.

()()()

Making
his way from the
council chamber, Obi-Wan let out a soft little sigh as he stopped in
front of the elevator that would bring him down. He knew that the
council debrief would drag on for a while but not that it would take
a full hour and a half for him to finish.

But
to be fair, his last mission undercover had been a year long.

Now
he was home, he was going to do a teaching rotation and then take
common missions.

It
was so good to finally be home, the safety of the temple wrapping
around him as he let himself relax into the Force, the feline ears on
top of his head picking up the low murmur of conversation that the
council was having despite the door being closed.

If
Obi-Wan wanted, he could focus them enough to actually hear what they
were saying but he had no need of that.

No,
Obi-Wan was home and he was safe.

No
need to spy, no need to be cautious… home.

Distant pain, the clones all agree to just adopt Obi-Wan as an official brother/vod, and they realize that he does need affection, so they make sure to provide that to their tiny redheaded brother. They love their Jedi Generals, of course, but when it comes to Obi-Wan, they can kark off. Obi-Wan wasn’t like the Jedi. He was forged to fight, just like the vod. the no attachment rule shouldn’t apply to him!

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Allowing
the small creature to scamper into his lap and sniff at the meat
currently grilling over the open fire, Obi-Wan smiled
slightly at the little lupine creature even as Cotton chittered in
distaste and curled up more around the Jedi’s neck, laying her
claim on her human quite apparent.

Of
course the lupine creature didn’t care that as he chewed on the
grilled meat and then licked at Obi-Wan’s fingers, causing the
redheaded Jedi to chuckle softly.

Honestly,
in the light of the fire he looked softer than ever compared to his usual hard look, content as he
stroked red fur slowly and scratched behind black rimmed ears that as
the canine relaxed into his lap.

“So
we’re in agreement?” Cody murmured quietly to Rex.

Nodding
slowly, Rex crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against
the shuttle. “It won’t be official until we bring it up with the
other in command of course but yeah, I agree. We’re adopting him
in, he’s a vod just like Zuru says.” The blond clone agreed with
a hum.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t like other Jedi.

Or
well he was, kind of.

But
Obi-Wan was battle breed, just like the troopers, coming out of their
tubes and going right into training, knowing they were going to be an
army, go to war.

And
Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan
was the same, he’d seen the underbelly of it, didn’t put it on
the shelf or try to hide it behind a serene expression.

Obi-Wan
was grim in battle and hit the ground running, ready to raise hell
and bring fire to the enemy.

Just
like the troopers were.

No
Obi-Wan might be a Jedi and he was Zuru’s Jedi… but he was also a
vod now to the 212th
and the 501st
and if they had their way, he’d be a vod to the rest of the army
too.

Because
Obi-Wan had the same trait as every Jedi showed off.

That
reckless behavior that would lead to their death.

Well
that meant that the troopers would have to look out for him like they did their own reckless or injured vod,
especially since General Obi-Wan Kenobi did not have a group of
troopers assigned to him who would watch his steps, Obi-Wan only had
Zuru.

Zuru
of course was clearly doing his best but…

Well
Jedi were insane at the best of times, looking out for one alone was
the task for an entire army frankly so they’d be happy to adopt
Obi-Wan as one of their own and help Zuru look out for the jetti vod.

“I
say we try for Wolffe first,” Cody suggested, tapping his vambrace.
“Everyone knows how he is with General Koon, they have ‘Plo’s
bro’s’ painted as art onto ships. He might be the easiest to
convince if we could get Obi-Wan and Wolffe in the same room.” He
smirked a bit.

“…I
would fear they’d both evaporate form the sass.” Rex sniggered
quietly before reluctantly smiling as he watched several more reddish
colored canines make their way into Obi-Wan’s lap.

“…He’s
not all hardcore and destroyed is he?” Cody noted quietly as they
continued watching the light form the fire flickering softly over
Obi-Wan’s face as Zuru joined his Jedi at the small fire, the
trooper curiously touching one of the lupine creatures only to get
two crawl into his lap.

Shrugging
slightly, Rex scratched his jaw a bit. “I hear that sometimes
people can be so hurt that they build walls up around themselves,
around their hearts to try to distance the pain inside of them… and
you heard him, he’s said it himself, he’s ruined.” Rex noted
just as quietly as they watched Obi-Wan show Zuru how to scratch
under the chins of the little canines even as Rex took notice of
General Jinn glancing longingly in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Walls
around a heart to distance the pain.

Distance
oneself from what caused the pain.

‘Like
an old master who is suppose to look after one and maybe does it
wrong…’ Rex mused to himself even as he glanced worriedly at his
own General, watching Skywalker continue stare into the fire with a
barely touched tray beside him, knees tucked up against his chest.
Obi-Wan’s words had really struck deep cords and Rex wasn’t sure
what to feel about that.

Yet
he knew that Anakin Skywalker needed the reminders, he wasn’t blind
to his own General’s willful blindness at time or the arrogance.

Just
like Cody was not blind to Jinn’s casual dismissal of rules and
regulations.

Just
like Zuru was not blind to Obi-Wan’s ruthlessness that made him cruel at moments and his worrying
disregard for his own health and safety.

They
knew their Jedi.

This
was why the troopers took care of them, because Jedi were karking
worthless at taking care of themselves and could not be trusted with
their own health.

‘Good
thing they have us.’ Rex mused as Boil and Waxer dropped down by
Jinn, both working to distract the man while Fives approached
Skywalker with a pad Rex was certain contained shuttle information.

Five
minutes later both were firmly distracted by the troopers and Cody
and Rex exchanged small smiles.

Jedi
were crazy, they were reckless and a lot of time they could be
annoyingly arrogant… but they belonged to the vode.

They
were family.

Distant pain, the clones all agree to just adopt Obi-Wan as an official brother/vod, and they realize that he does need affection, so they make sure to provide that to their tiny redheaded brother. They love their Jedi Generals, of course, but when it comes to Obi-Wan, they can kark off. Obi-Wan wasn’t like the Jedi. He was forged to fight, just like the vod. the no attachment rule shouldn’t apply to him!

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Allowing
the small creature to scamper into his lap and sniff at the meat
currently grilling over the open fire, Obi-Wan smiled
slightly at the little lupine creature even as Cotton chittered in
distaste and curled up more around the Jedi’s neck, laying her
claim on her human quite apparent.

Of
course the lupine creature didn’t care that as he chewed on the
grilled meat and then licked at Obi-Wan’s fingers, causing the
redheaded Jedi to chuckle softly.

Honestly,
in the light of the fire he looked softer than ever compared to his usual hard look, content as he
stroked red fur slowly and scratched behind black rimmed ears that as
the canine relaxed into his lap.

“So
we’re in agreement?” Cody murmured quietly to Rex.

Nodding
slowly, Rex crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against
the shuttle. “It won’t be official until we bring it up with the
other in command of course but yeah, I agree. We’re adopting him
in, he’s a vod just like Zuru says.” The blond clone agreed with
a hum.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t like other Jedi.

Or
well he was, kind of.

But
Obi-Wan was battle breed, just like the troopers, coming out of their
tubes and going right into training, knowing they were going to be an
army, go to war.

And
Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan
was the same, he’d seen the underbelly of it, didn’t put it on
the shelf or try to hide it behind a serene expression.

Obi-Wan
was grim in battle and hit the ground running, ready to raise hell
and bring fire to the enemy.

Just
like the troopers were.

No
Obi-Wan might be a Jedi and he was Zuru’s Jedi… but he was also a
vod now to the 212th
and the 501st
and if they had their way, he’d be a vod to the rest of the army
too.

Because
Obi-Wan had the same trait as every Jedi showed off.

That
reckless behavior that would lead to their death.

Well
that meant that the troopers would have to look out for him like they did their own reckless or injured vod,
especially since General Obi-Wan Kenobi did not have a group of
troopers assigned to him who would watch his steps, Obi-Wan only had
Zuru.

Zuru
of course was clearly doing his best but…

Well
Jedi were insane at the best of times, looking out for one alone was
the task for an entire army frankly so they’d be happy to adopt
Obi-Wan as one of their own and help Zuru look out for the jetti vod.

“I
say we try for Wolffe first,” Cody suggested, tapping his vambrace.
“Everyone knows how he is with General Koon, they have ‘Plo’s
bro’s’ painted as art onto ships. He might be the easiest to
convince if we could get Obi-Wan and Wolffe in the same room.” He
smirked a bit.

“…I
would fear they’d both evaporate form the sass.” Rex sniggered
quietly before reluctantly smiling as he watched several more reddish
colored canines make their way into Obi-Wan’s lap.

“…He’s
not all hardcore and destroyed is he?” Cody noted quietly as they
continued watching the light form the fire flickering softly over
Obi-Wan’s face as Zuru joined his Jedi at the small fire, the
trooper curiously touching one of the lupine creatures only to get
two crawl into his lap.

Shrugging
slightly, Rex scratched his jaw a bit. “I hear that sometimes
people can be so hurt that they build walls up around themselves,
around their hearts to try to distance the pain inside of them… and
you heard him, he’s said it himself, he’s ruined.” Rex noted
just as quietly as they watched Obi-Wan show Zuru how to scratch
under the chins of the little canines even as Rex took notice of
General Jinn glancing longingly in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Walls
around a heart to distance the pain.

Distance
oneself from what caused the pain.

‘Like
an old master who is suppose to look after one and maybe does it
wrong…’ Rex mused to himself even as he glanced worriedly at his
own General, watching Skywalker continue stare into the fire with a
barely touched tray beside him, knees tucked up against his chest.
Obi-Wan’s words had really struck deep cords and Rex wasn’t sure
what to feel about that.

Yet
he knew that Anakin Skywalker needed the reminders, he wasn’t blind
to his own General’s willful blindness at time or the arrogance.

Just
like Cody was not blind to Jinn’s casual dismissal of rules and
regulations.

Just
like Zuru was not blind to Obi-Wan’s ruthlessness that made him cruel at moments and his worrying
disregard for his own health and safety.

They
knew their Jedi.

This
was why the troopers took care of them, because Jedi were karking
worthless at taking care of themselves and could not be trusted with
their own health.

‘Good
thing they have us.’ Rex mused as Boil and Waxer dropped down by
Jinn, both working to distract the man while Fives approached
Skywalker with a pad Rex was certain contained shuttle information.

Five
minutes later both were firmly distracted by the troopers and Cody
and Rex exchanged small smiles.

Jedi
were crazy, they were reckless and a lot of time they could be
annoyingly arrogant… but they belonged to the vode.

They
were family.

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Standing
in the doorway with the blanket around his shoulders, Obi-Wan let out
a soft noise as
only the light streaming in from the living room window illuminated
things.
“Ani… come back to bed love,
its late.”
He whispered softly, watching the blond stand shirtless by the open
window, the
breeze fluttering at the curls.

Anakin
barely twitched at the call of his name, staring out at the Rotunda
with a frown on his face that
Obi-Wan could barely see from the side.

He
could spot goosebumps on the others sun touched skin and that
concerned Obi-Wan as he padded over to the other on bare feet,
lifting the blanket off his own shoulders to wrap it around Anakin.

A
deep breath escaped the knight, like a balloon deflating before he
tilted his head to look at Obi-Wan, his expression lost.

“Oh
Ani… dear one. My Mialla
Tru,” Obi-Wan let out a low noise and pulled Anakin to him, pulling
him into a tight hug while cupping the back of the others head. “I
know it hurts, I know. But I’m here, I promise you I’m right here
and I’ll help you in any manner I can.” Obi-Wan swore into his
ear.

Arms
slowly came up and wrapped equally tightly around Obi-Wan in
a desperate moiton.
“…My Intovar.” Anakin breathed out.

Running
his fingers through the others hair, Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to his
temple. “We’ll look after each other and look after Ahsoka. We
know the truth now so we can prepare for it.”

Huffing
a bit, Anakin lifted his head and gave a warm smile to the other.
“You know… things would be an awful lot worse if it wasn’t for
you, you and Ahsoka. I guess you keep me level headed.” He chuckled
quietly before sighing quietly and grasping the blanket around his
shoulders so it wouldn’t fall.

Taking
the others flesh hand, Obi-Wan squeezed with a small smile. “Lets
go back to bed. I know its all horrible and it puts all the
interactions you’ve had with him into a new perspective… but
right here and now we can’t do anything. But we can get a decent
night rest.” Obi-Wan slowly pulled the other towards the bedroom.

Willingly
Anakin followed with the blanket held around his shoulders, crawling
into bed and cuddling against the others chest. Obi-Wan wrapped his
arms around the man in return, pressing one soft kiss to the forehead
as Anakin suited a leg between Obi-Wan’s so the two were firmly
tangled up together.

They
laid quietly in the dark for a few moments before Anakin let out a
shuddering sigh. “I
guess we’ll just have to play this by the ear huh?” Anakin
whispered.

“We
will,” Obi-Wan agreed quietly, nuzzling slowly. “We’ll look out
for Ahsoka, we’ll look out for each other and we’ll try our best
to make things work.” He promised quietly because that was the only
thing he could promise. He couldn’t promise a happy ending,
couldn’t promise Palpatine would face justice. But Obi-Wan could
promise to do his best and keep loving Anakin for as long as his
heart beat.

And
for now, that would be enough for both of them.

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Standing
in the doorway with the blanket around his shoulders, Obi-Wan let out
a soft noise as
only the light streaming in from the living room window illuminated
things.
“Ani… come back to bed love,
its late.”
He whispered softly, watching the blond stand shirtless by the open
window, the
breeze fluttering at the curls.

Anakin
barely twitched at the call of his name, staring out at the Rotunda
with a frown on his face that
Obi-Wan could barely see from the side.

He
could spot goosebumps on the others sun touched skin and that
concerned Obi-Wan as he padded over to the other on bare feet,
lifting the blanket off his own shoulders to wrap it around Anakin.

A
deep breath escaped the knight, like a balloon deflating before he
tilted his head to look at Obi-Wan, his expression lost.

“Oh
Ani… dear one. My Mialla
Tru,” Obi-Wan let out a low noise and pulled Anakin to him, pulling
him into a tight hug while cupping the back of the others head. “I
know it hurts, I know. But I’m here, I promise you I’m right here
and I’ll help you in any manner I can.” Obi-Wan swore into his
ear.

Arms
slowly came up and wrapped equally tightly around Obi-Wan in
a desperate moiton.
“…My Intovar.” Anakin breathed out.

Running
his fingers through the others hair, Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to his
temple. “We’ll look after each other and look after Ahsoka. We
know the truth now so we can prepare for it.”

Huffing
a bit, Anakin lifted his head and gave a warm smile to the other.
“You know… things would be an awful lot worse if it wasn’t for
you, you and Ahsoka. I guess you keep me level headed.” He chuckled
quietly before sighing quietly and grasping the blanket around his
shoulders so it wouldn’t fall.

Taking
the others flesh hand, Obi-Wan squeezed with a small smile. “Lets
go back to bed. I know its all horrible and it puts all the
interactions you’ve had with him into a new perspective… but
right here and now we can’t do anything. But we can get a decent
night rest.” Obi-Wan slowly pulled the other towards the bedroom.

Willingly
Anakin followed with the blanket held around his shoulders, crawling
into bed and cuddling against the others chest. Obi-Wan wrapped his
arms around the man in return, pressing one soft kiss to the forehead
as Anakin suited a leg between Obi-Wan’s so the two were firmly
tangled up together.

They
laid quietly in the dark for a few moments before Anakin let out a
shuddering sigh. “I
guess we’ll just have to play this by the ear huh?” Anakin
whispered.

“We
will,” Obi-Wan agreed quietly, nuzzling slowly. “We’ll look out
for Ahsoka, we’ll look out for each other and we’ll try our best
to make things work.” He promised quietly because that was the only
thing he could promise. He couldn’t promise a happy ending,
couldn’t promise Palpatine would face justice. But Obi-Wan could
promise to do his best and keep loving Anakin for as long as his
heart beat.

And
for now, that would be enough for both of them.