hyperventilation

Good morning Moddy! And how are our intrepid zombie slayers today? Feeling more and more helpless as rescue is taking longer and longer? Maybe the Senate is sticking their bureaucratic hands into the mix? Declaring it MUCH too dangerous to allow ANYBODY to leave the planet, and maybe it should be cauterized NOW? Does UndeadWalking have another chapter to it or is it about to get uglier?

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Mealbar
dropping from his hand, Anakin stared at Rex in disbelief. “Repeat
that?” He rasped out in
stunned fear.

Taking
a deep breath, Rex repeated indeed. “The Senate is giving us five
hours. If we aren’t off planet in five hours, they are bombing us
along with the infected life as they can’t risk the biohazard
getting off planet. I’m sorry sir but the Jedi High command tried
to stall them but the Senate won’t listen, the senators are all up
in arms apparently General Windu says an-”

Anakin
didn’t hear another word, staring at his own feet on the gray roof floor as the situation
sunk in while
wishing he hadn’t gone up on the roof for some peace and quiet
because if he was downstairs, he could speak to Obi-Wan about
this, sort through what they needed to do but Obi-Wan was also sick
and injured and needed to rest so maybe it was just as well that
Anakin had gone up on the roof for fresh air and peace and quiet but
oh Force.

The
planet was about to be tactically bombed in five hours by
the Senate own natural born command on their orders, on the Chancellor’s order, and Obi-Wan’s blood sample had yet to be cleared, several troopers
were injured from salvaging, Ahsoka was still limping around on her
sprained ankle and all three Jedi were at their weakest thanks to the
twisted Force around them because of those undead creatures walking
around.

Force
Anakin had barely even eaten anything the last two days because it
kept coming back up and now they had five hours to get off the
planet!?

He
didn’t think Ahsoka or Obi-Wan were doing any better than him
frankly, both equally effected by the warped Force surrounding them
and now they needed to leave as quickly as possible but there were
issues!

They
still needed Obi-Wan’s blood sample and Helix with Echo, Fives,
Longshot and Killer still hadn’t returned with the clearance, which
meant they, or more like Obi-Wan, were still in quarantine and they
still needed to tank up the shuttles to go up.

If
they didn’t get off the planet however…

Anakin
was not
leaving behind Obi-Wan to be tactical carpet bombed!

There
was no chance in hell that… that…

He
looked up when hands grasped his shoulders and the wind tugged on his
clothes, meeting Rex’s wide eyes and it took Anakin a minute to
realize he was hyperventilating and Rex was trying to coax him into
breathing. Grasping the captain’s wrists, Anakin fought for the
right to breath,
to just draw air down into his lungs as he shook in the trooper’s
tight grasp.

“We’re
going to make it Sir, just trust us, just breath, come on sir you can
do it.” Rex continued speaking, trying to get through and Anakin
whimpered a bit and pressed his forehead to Rex chestplate, taking
the breaths of air that the Captain wanted him to take.

Trust
the troopers.

Wasn’t
that what Obi-Wan said too?

To
trust the men around them because of how capable they were?

Anakin
could do that because he did trust these men who served under him,
who brought so much life and joy with them and hurt so much when they
were gone.

Finally
he was breathing, Rex still gripping his shoulders even as Anakin
felt an uneasy squirming deep within him.

But
he was breathing properly once more.

Letting
out a shuddering breath through his mouth, Anakin pulled back slowly
enough to give Rex a nod, the captain reluctantly pulling back while
watching the Jedi closely before he relaxed and rocked on the heels of his boots. “…Contact the blood
sample team, pull all men back to base,” Anakin whispered out,
barely heard over the wind but Rex had good hearing. He nodded to
each order. “We leave in three hours, regardless what the result, we return to
the Resolute and the Negotiator with everyone.” Anakin settled on.

There
was no way anyone would be left behind him and if Obi-Wan was
infected… if Obi-Wan had become infected because he found a zombie
in a supply closet then Anakin would damn well take him away and help
him.

He’d
find somewhere peaceful and wait and then…

Anakin
swallowed, fear and nausea coiling low in his stomach even as he
picked up the mealbar he had dropped, pocketing it.

You
never knew when your next meal could be as a slave and that was
something Anakin hadn’t come out of, keeping all food he didn’t finish.

Rex
gave him one last look before saluting and turning to find Hotlips to
get the messages out and inform the rest of the troopers still at the
factory turned base along with the warehouse. Anakin meanwhile slowly
got to his feet, intent on going down to find Obi-Wan, to sit with
his former master.

‘I’m
not leaving you behind here Obi-Wan,’ Anakin promised himself. ‘I’m
not leaving anyone
behind here.’

Good morning Moddy! And how are our intrepid zombie slayers today? Feeling more and more helpless as rescue is taking longer and longer? Maybe the Senate is sticking their bureaucratic hands into the mix? Declaring it MUCH too dangerous to allow ANYBODY to leave the planet, and maybe it should be cauterized NOW? Does UndeadWalking have another chapter to it or is it about to get uglier?

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Mealbar
dropping from his hand, Anakin stared at Rex in disbelief. “Repeat
that?” He rasped out in
stunned fear.

Taking
a deep breath, Rex repeated indeed. “The Senate is giving us five
hours. If we aren’t off planet in five hours, they are bombing us
along with the infected life as they can’t risk the biohazard
getting off planet. I’m sorry sir but the Jedi High command tried
to stall them but the Senate won’t listen, the senators are all up
in arms apparently General Windu says an-”

Anakin
didn’t hear another word, staring at his own feet on the gray roof floor as the situation
sunk in while
wishing he hadn’t gone up on the roof for some peace and quiet
because if he was downstairs, he could speak to Obi-Wan about
this, sort through what they needed to do but Obi-Wan was also sick
and injured and needed to rest so maybe it was just as well that
Anakin had gone up on the roof for fresh air and peace and quiet but
oh Force.

The
planet was about to be tactically bombed in five hours by
the Senate own natural born command on their orders, on the Chancellor’s order, and Obi-Wan’s blood sample had yet to be cleared, several troopers
were injured from salvaging, Ahsoka was still limping around on her
sprained ankle and all three Jedi were at their weakest thanks to the
twisted Force around them because of those undead creatures walking
around.

Force
Anakin had barely even eaten anything the last two days because it
kept coming back up and now they had five hours to get off the
planet!?

He
didn’t think Ahsoka or Obi-Wan were doing any better than him
frankly, both equally effected by the warped Force surrounding them
and now they needed to leave as quickly as possible but there were
issues!

They
still needed Obi-Wan’s blood sample and Helix with Echo, Fives,
Longshot and Killer still hadn’t returned with the clearance, which
meant they, or more like Obi-Wan, were still in quarantine and they
still needed to tank up the shuttles to go up.

If
they didn’t get off the planet however…

Anakin
was not
leaving behind Obi-Wan to be tactical carpet bombed!

There
was no chance in hell that… that…

He
looked up when hands grasped his shoulders and the wind tugged on his
clothes, meeting Rex’s wide eyes and it took Anakin a minute to
realize he was hyperventilating and Rex was trying to coax him into
breathing. Grasping the captain’s wrists, Anakin fought for the
right to breath,
to just draw air down into his lungs as he shook in the trooper’s
tight grasp.

“We’re
going to make it Sir, just trust us, just breath, come on sir you can
do it.” Rex continued speaking, trying to get through and Anakin
whimpered a bit and pressed his forehead to Rex chestplate, taking
the breaths of air that the Captain wanted him to take.

Trust
the troopers.

Wasn’t
that what Obi-Wan said too?

To
trust the men around them because of how capable they were?

Anakin
could do that because he did trust these men who served under him,
who brought so much life and joy with them and hurt so much when they
were gone.

Finally
he was breathing, Rex still gripping his shoulders even as Anakin
felt an uneasy squirming deep within him.

But
he was breathing properly once more.

Letting
out a shuddering breath through his mouth, Anakin pulled back slowly
enough to give Rex a nod, the captain reluctantly pulling back while
watching the Jedi closely before he relaxed and rocked on the heels of his boots. “…Contact the blood
sample team, pull all men back to base,” Anakin whispered out,
barely heard over the wind but Rex had good hearing. He nodded to
each order. “We leave in three hours, regardless what the result, we return to
the Resolute and the Negotiator with everyone.” Anakin settled on.

There
was no way anyone would be left behind him and if Obi-Wan was
infected… if Obi-Wan had become infected because he found a zombie
in a supply closet then Anakin would damn well take him away and help
him.

He’d
find somewhere peaceful and wait and then…

Anakin
swallowed, fear and nausea coiling low in his stomach even as he
picked up the mealbar he had dropped, pocketing it.

You
never knew when your next meal could be as a slave and that was
something Anakin hadn’t come out of, keeping all food he didn’t finish.

Rex
gave him one last look before saluting and turning to find Hotlips to
get the messages out and inform the rest of the troopers still at the
factory turned base along with the warehouse. Anakin meanwhile slowly
got to his feet, intent on going down to find Obi-Wan, to sit with
his former master.

‘I’m
not leaving you behind here Obi-Wan,’ Anakin promised himself. ‘I’m
not leaving anyone
behind here.’

Obi wan isn’t coping well in burnedblind. Understandable, and I know it’s early days. He’ll get there. I’m interested in how he’s going to do that though. If he doesn’t want people like Anakin to know about how hard he’s finding it, how will they be able to help him? I think he wants to just shake it off and be okay, and it’s not going to be possible. Not that quickly. That will hit him hard when he realizes…

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Running his hands along the wall to
make his way back to his bunk from the fresher, Obi-Wan took deep
breaths as he moved in a painfully slow pace despite knowing there
was nothing he could trip on from the fresher to his bunk.

Cody had cleared away any potential
hazards and yet Obi-Wan was still moving as cautiously as if there
was glass on the floor.

He shouldn’t.

It was safe to walk from his fresher to
his bunk but he found himself…

Leery.

His shins ached in remembrance of
tripping over the droid from the last night, Cody finding him in the
hallway and Obi-Wan breaking down against the clone commander until
the man could assure him and get him into his own quarters.

This was how his life was now, this
persistent, unknowing darkness of what may be looming in front of
him.

The thought froze Obi-Wan, his eyes
widening up to blindly stare at the wall of his quarter. His hand
fisted against the wall as he tried to breath only for each to come
even shorter than before and Obi-Wan’s knees turned to jelly as he
sunk down against the floor with his hand skidding along the wall
slowly.

Panic was building in his throat, this
darkness would be persistent and forever.

He would never see another persons
face, never see color, never enjoy art in a museum again, never even
see the greens of a planet as they came in for landing.

A hiccuping sob he couldn’t quite
contain escaped him as Obi-Wan pressed his shoulder against the wall
as he tried to get himself to breath properly but nothing he did was
working as he started to hyperventilate.

There could be an attack on the damn
ship and he couldn’t have gotten himself on his feet, never mind
the door opening and Anakin’s pained noise reaching him before his
former padawan was there, pulling him from the wall to settle
Obi-Wan’s back to his chest as the blond held onto Obi-Wan’s
hands. “Breath Obi-Wan, I’m here, you need to breath and calm
down.” Anakin whispered.

Head falling back on Anakin’s
shoulder, Obi-Wan wheezed in pain and panic. “T-Trying. Hurts.”
He got out, teeth gritted as he clenched down on the others hands,
feeling the leather glove and flesh.

“You have to breath with
me Obi-Wan. Come on, you can do
it, you’ve done it before.”
Anakin was practically begging into his ear and Obi-Wan gave a sob,
not unlike the one he had last night when Cody had found him.

There
was a low noise, a keen that sounded like a wounded animal and
Obi-Wan realized it was Anakin making that noise as the blond pressed
his face into the former master’s shoulder. “A-Ani?”

“I’m
so sorry.” Anakin shuddered, his own breathing hitched even as
Obi-Wan struggled to calm his own. “This is my fault. I’m so sorry. I
didn’t watch my back. I’m so sorry Obi-Wan.”  He
whispered. “But you need to breath Obi-Wan, come on, breath for
me?”

Spasming as he tried to draw in as deep
a breath as possible, Obi-Wan tried to get out that it wasn’t
Anakin’s to blame, that Ventress was the one who attacked but his
words were slurred and his mind felt muddled as he shook in Anakin’s
hold.

It felt like forever when he finally
managed to calm down, feeling utterly exhausted and aching just from breathing.

Feeling his hands relax, Anakin slowly
shifted his grasp to wrap Obi-Wan in a hug instead, holding him.
“…Helix is on his way.” Anakin rasped out, a sign he’d been
crying too. “You’re filling the Force with pain and discomfort
and he wants to check on you and you need a new dosage of
painkillers.”

Giving a numb nod, Obi-Wan allowed
himself to be pulled more into Anakin’s arms, faintly wondering how
they looked, sitting on the floor of his quarters with Obi-Wan
between Anakin’s legs and both of their faces covered in tears.

‘If the adoring public could see
their ‘heros’ now huh… The Negotiator and the Hero with no
fear… crying on the floor.’ Obi-Wan had the absurd urge to laugh
even as a more logical part of his head recognized it as a hysterical
stress thought.

He had only just stood up but he wanted
to crawl back into bed honestly.

Obi wan isn’t coping well in burnedblind. Understandable, and I know it’s early days. He’ll get there. I’m interested in how he’s going to do that though. If he doesn’t want people like Anakin to know about how hard he’s finding it, how will they be able to help him? I think he wants to just shake it off and be okay, and it’s not going to be possible. Not that quickly. That will hit him hard when he realizes…

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Running his hands along the wall to
make his way back to his bunk from the fresher, Obi-Wan took deep
breaths as he moved in a painfully slow pace despite knowing there
was nothing he could trip on from the fresher to his bunk.

Cody had cleared away any potential
hazards and yet Obi-Wan was still moving as cautiously as if there
was glass on the floor.

He shouldn’t.

It was safe to walk from his fresher to
his bunk but he found himself…

Leery.

His shins ached in remembrance of
tripping over the droid from the last night, Cody finding him in the
hallway and Obi-Wan breaking down against the clone commander until
the man could assure him and get him into his own quarters.

This was how his life was now, this
persistent, unknowing darkness of what may be looming in front of
him.

The thought froze Obi-Wan, his eyes
widening up to blindly stare at the wall of his quarter. His hand
fisted against the wall as he tried to breath only for each to come
even shorter than before and Obi-Wan’s knees turned to jelly as he
sunk down against the floor with his hand skidding along the wall
slowly.

Panic was building in his throat, this
darkness would be persistent and forever.

He would never see another persons
face, never see color, never enjoy art in a museum again, never even
see the greens of a planet as they came in for landing.

A hiccuping sob he couldn’t quite
contain escaped him as Obi-Wan pressed his shoulder against the wall
as he tried to get himself to breath properly but nothing he did was
working as he started to hyperventilate.

There could be an attack on the damn
ship and he couldn’t have gotten himself on his feet, never mind
the door opening and Anakin’s pained noise reaching him before his
former padawan was there, pulling him from the wall to settle
Obi-Wan’s back to his chest as the blond held onto Obi-Wan’s
hands. “Breath Obi-Wan, I’m here, you need to breath and calm
down.” Anakin whispered.

Head falling back on Anakin’s
shoulder, Obi-Wan wheezed in pain and panic. “T-Trying. Hurts.”
He got out, teeth gritted as he clenched down on the others hands,
feeling the leather glove and flesh.

“You have to breath with
me Obi-Wan. Come on, you can do
it, you’ve done it before.”
Anakin was practically begging into his ear and Obi-Wan gave a sob,
not unlike the one he had last night when Cody had found him.

There
was a low noise, a keen that sounded like a wounded animal and
Obi-Wan realized it was Anakin making that noise as the blond pressed
his face into the former master’s shoulder. “A-Ani?”

“I’m
so sorry.” Anakin shuddered, his own breathing hitched even as
Obi-Wan struggled to calm his own. “This is my fault. I’m so sorry. I
didn’t watch my back. I’m so sorry Obi-Wan.”  He
whispered. “But you need to breath Obi-Wan, come on, breath for
me?”

Spasming as he tried to draw in as deep
a breath as possible, Obi-Wan tried to get out that it wasn’t
Anakin’s to blame, that Ventress was the one who attacked but his
words were slurred and his mind felt muddled as he shook in Anakin’s
hold.

It felt like forever when he finally
managed to calm down, feeling utterly exhausted and aching just from breathing.

Feeling his hands relax, Anakin slowly
shifted his grasp to wrap Obi-Wan in a hug instead, holding him.
“…Helix is on his way.” Anakin rasped out, a sign he’d been
crying too. “You’re filling the Force with pain and discomfort
and he wants to check on you and you need a new dosage of
painkillers.”

Giving a numb nod, Obi-Wan allowed
himself to be pulled more into Anakin’s arms, faintly wondering how
they looked, sitting on the floor of his quarters with Obi-Wan
between Anakin’s legs and both of their faces covered in tears.

‘If the adoring public could see
their ‘heros’ now huh… The Negotiator and the Hero with no
fear… crying on the floor.’ Obi-Wan had the absurd urge to laugh
even as a more logical part of his head recognized it as a hysterical
stress thought.

He had only just stood up but he wanted
to crawl back into bed honestly.