Jangoobi

Sweethoney, how does the meeting with the senate go, and how does Jango feel about leaving his mate to deal with that (nearly) alone?

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Scowling deeply as
he watched the podium from the hall entrance where Obi-Wan had made
him promise to stay, Jango hands itched to wrap around his blasters
as the roar of the Senators bickering continued around them without
pause.

The information
that the Jedi Order actually had secondary genders, had always
had them apparently, was causing an uproar that Jango hadn’t seen
the likes of and he bitterly wondered how this could have so much
meaning when massacre and civil wars in the mid rim and outer rims
did not.

Then he smiled
humorlessly.

He knew the answer
to that.

The mid and outer
rims did not concern the fat cats of the core.

That was why.

But the Jedi Order,
smack dab on Coruscant who traveled to every planet in the core and
over the entire galaxy honestly?

Oh now that did
concern them.

As did the troopers
who were now jealously guarding the entire temple, not unlike
temperamental watch dogs that did not really have leashes.

Jango couldn’t
help but smirk a bit to himself, the Jedi obviously did not know how
to respond to that, weren’t in tune with their own secondary
genders enough to respond either as omegas or alphas to these new
alphas pretty much coiling around them like possessive dragons of old
around their hard won treasures.

And the Senate did
not know what to do about Jedi now having guardians and the war they
were now embroiled in.

That reminded
Jango…

His eyes flickered
around, searching, probing as he tried to understand who of these
sleemo’s were the true chief.

Oh he knew Yan
Dooku hired him but the man danced to the tune of someones else pipe,
not his own. You didn’t become a Bounty hunter of Jango’s skills
without being able to read the cards in sabbac and that also included
when someone very powerful were really working for another.

And that meant
another Sith in the gallery and if what the man himself had implied
to Obi-Wan was true, then they were right here.

His lips pursed.
‘They’d be foolish to attack now. This person has been playing
the long game if they’re in the Senate…that reminds me,’ He
furrowed his brows and looked over to the other side of the entrance
where the podium had loosened where Commander Cody stood in parade
rest, helmet covered face staring towards the Jedi podium with
Obi-Wan and the Grandmaster. ‘The chips… I’ll have to talk with
the troopers kark. Or at least some of them and let the information
spread through them.’ He grunted to himself, rubbing the back of
his neck.

Cody only twitched
a bit, head cocking towards him in an obvious move to tell he was
listening but didn’t take his eyes off the Jedi, his hand resting
where his blaster should have been but had been confiscated before he
had been allowed into the Senate.

Just like Jango’s
but Jango did not doubt that just like he, Cody had a viroblade stuck
in his boot.

Well trained.

Jedi were without
survival instincts obviously and were often manipulated by the Senate
or maybe it was more correct to say that because of their adherence
to duty the Senate had made the Jedi reckless with their own life in
a constant demand for progress and results. They needed the troopers
to look after them frankly.

‘The irony of
Jango Fett clones about to look after the life of Jedi will never
stop being just that, ironic and I imagine somewhere among the stars,
the little gods and goddesses are laughing at me right now.’ Jango
rolled his eyes a bit and focused back on where Obi-Wan was doing his
best to smooth things over with the Senate and the grandmaster had
just given up at this point and was just sitting in the pod and
floating several metal looking orbs around…

Wait was that a
game of orb klinkers?

Jango blinked
before shrugging to himself.

Jedi were children
at some point and with their powers of course they’d have
alternatives and different rules to common games…

Still…

Jango hoped the
Senate finally shut up soon, they were acting worse than Boba in his
gruesome twos and his five year old tantrum fits.

Hi ! In Warrior culture, could we see Bo-Katan? Is she an ally for Jango ? A friend? A political rival? Or perhaps a protege, Jango playing mentor and Satine hating it?

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Watching the two Jedi disembark, Jango leaned a bit to the side. “Bo,
follow them, report back on where they go and what happens…” He
murmured quietly without removing his eyes off the Jedi. “And
anyone who approaches them or tails.”

The woman beside him let out a deep sigh and then gave someone who
sniggered behind them the finger before she moved, Bo-Katana
following quickly after the Jedi without alerting them.

“You’re worried,” Jaster said quietly, cutting off the snigger
behind them from one of the troopers of Jango’s entourage. “May I
ask why?”

Rolling his shoulder, Jango let out a deep breath and started
descending the ramp too, feeling Coruscant wind hit him sharply in
the shoulder. “No reason in particular if I’m honest, but I’m
the Duke of Mandalore, who is as good as in a confirmed relationship
with a Jedi. I am expecting ill will at this point if I’m honest.”
He confessed to his old mentor.

“So you sent your own protegee after your lover to ensure a safe
return to his home and to pickup if anyone else is following him,”
Jaster murmured in realization, rubbing his chin as they moved over
the walkway to get to the Mandalore apartment on Coruscant. “Is
there anyone in particular you’re worried about?” He questioned
quietly.

Many if Jango was utterly honest, like the Council managing to
convince Obi-Wan to stay away. But if you looked at it with a
Mandalorian eye…

“Sheev Palpatine, the Naboo Senator,” He grumbled out as the
doors snapped shut behind them. “There is something about that man
that rubs me the wrong way.” Jango growled, feeling Jaster tense
behind him.

It was unsaid that Jaster would arrange a tail for the senator.

And that Obi-Wan was about to receive a rather unwelcome tail of own.

‘Poor cyare, he does hate being coddled.’ Jango mused to himself
before smiling softly at the idea of flushed cheeks and rolled eyes
as Obi-Wan complained.

“A few days on Coruscant would allow us to meet up in the Senate
and fix that legislation they want to introduce in the trading on
Mandalore.” Jaster said in a light tone while pressing the elevator
button as they stopped outside it.

Jango smirked at him. “Indeed.” He answered lightly before
glancing towards the window, the Jedi temple standing in the
distance.

()()()

“So, did I hear right?” Qui-Gon drawled as they entered the que
for the skycar taxi, settling in to wait in line with the other
commuters. “The Duke is staying for at least a week or two?” He
questioned his former padawan.

“Mmmn, so he said.” Obi-Wan returned lightly, tilting his head as
he studied a woman in a glittery gown who was making a ruckus at the
front, waving her hands around and huffing.

Smirking down at the redhead, Qui-Gon hummed. “So, have you heard
there’s a storm sheduled tonight?” He said innocently, apparently
abrutly changing the subject which caused Obi-Wan to look up at him
in surprise.

“I… no, no I had not heard that Qui-Gon, why is that important?”
He asked, puzzled.

Smirking even wider, Qui-Gon shrugged. “I guess that just means the
wind won’t be the only thing moaning tonight.” He said with a
rumble in his voice, adopting a much too innocent tone.

For a long moment Obi-Wan just stared up at the man, wind ruffling
his hair and clothes as a flush spread mercilessly up his neck, ears
and the top of his unbearded cheeks before he finally gave a yelp and
punched the now laughing older Jedi in the shoulder. “Oh you evil
sod!”

Preoccupied by each other, neither noticed their two tails tracking
them.

One Mandalorian.

And one a red skinned zabrak.

Hi ! In Warrior culture, could we see Bo-Katan? Is she an ally for Jango ? A friend? A political rival? Or perhaps a protege, Jango playing mentor and Satine hating it?

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Watching the two Jedi disembark, Jango leaned a bit to the side. “Bo,
follow them, report back on where they go and what happens…” He
murmured quietly without removing his eyes off the Jedi. “And
anyone who approaches them or tails.”

The woman beside him let out a deep sigh and then gave someone who
sniggered behind them the finger before she moved, Bo-Katana
following quickly after the Jedi without alerting them.

“You’re worried,” Jaster said quietly, cutting off the snigger
behind them from one of the troopers of Jango’s entourage. “May I
ask why?”

Rolling his shoulder, Jango let out a deep breath and started
descending the ramp too, feeling Coruscant wind hit him sharply in
the shoulder. “No reason in particular if I’m honest, but I’m
the Duke of Mandalore, who is as good as in a confirmed relationship
with a Jedi. I am expecting ill will at this point if I’m honest.”
He confessed to his old mentor.

“So you sent your own protegee after your lover to ensure a safe
return to his home and to pickup if anyone else is following him,”
Jaster murmured in realization, rubbing his chin as they moved over
the walkway to get to the Mandalore apartment on Coruscant. “Is
there anyone in particular you’re worried about?” He questioned
quietly.

Many if Jango was utterly honest, like the Council managing to
convince Obi-Wan to stay away. But if you looked at it with a
Mandalorian eye…

“Sheev Palpatine, the Naboo Senator,” He grumbled out as the
doors snapped shut behind them. “There is something about that man
that rubs me the wrong way.” Jango growled, feeling Jaster tense
behind him.

It was unsaid that Jaster would arrange a tail for the senator.

And that Obi-Wan was about to receive a rather unwelcome tail of own.

‘Poor cyare, he does hate being coddled.’ Jango mused to himself
before smiling softly at the idea of flushed cheeks and rolled eyes
as Obi-Wan complained.

“A few days on Coruscant would allow us to meet up in the Senate
and fix that legislation they want to introduce in the trading on
Mandalore.” Jaster said in a light tone while pressing the elevator
button as they stopped outside it.

Jango smirked at him. “Indeed.” He answered lightly before
glancing towards the window, the Jedi temple standing in the
distance.

()()()

“So, did I hear right?” Qui-Gon drawled as they entered the que
for the skycar taxi, settling in to wait in line with the other
commuters. “The Duke is staying for at least a week or two?” He
questioned his former padawan.

“Mmmn, so he said.” Obi-Wan returned lightly, tilting his head as
he studied a woman in a glittery gown who was making a ruckus at the
front, waving her hands around and huffing.

Smirking down at the redhead, Qui-Gon hummed. “So, have you heard
there’s a storm sheduled tonight?” He said innocently, apparently
abrutly changing the subject which caused Obi-Wan to look up at him
in surprise.

“I… no, no I had not heard that Qui-Gon, why is that important?”
He asked, puzzled.

Smirking even wider, Qui-Gon shrugged. “I guess that just means the
wind won’t be the only thing moaning tonight.” He said with a
rumble in his voice, adopting a much too innocent tone.

For a long moment Obi-Wan just stared up at the man, wind ruffling
his hair and clothes as a flush spread mercilessly up his neck, ears
and the top of his unbearded cheeks before he finally gave a yelp and
punched the now laughing older Jedi in the shoulder. “Oh you evil
sod!”

Preoccupied by each other, neither noticed their two tails tracking
them.

One Mandalorian.

And one a red skinned zabrak.

Hi Moddy! Just for clarification, in Sweethoney, Obi-Wan and Jango did become mates right? Also, I really want to see the Council’s reaction to Obi having a mate. I love your work and keep being awesome!

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Watching the
council for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally sighed. “Are you going
to surface from your leggings anytime soon Mace?” He asked dryly as
the Korun kept his head buried in his own thighs.

“No, if I don’t
then I can pretend this all never happened.” Mace said, his tone
somewhat muffled since his face was against his leggings.

To be
fair, he wasn’t the only one exhibiting an unfamiliar trait to deal
with the issue at hand. Oppo Rancisis was hiding in his own
coils, Yaddle had made a tent out of a stolen robe that Obi-Wan
suspected belonged to Plo since he was robeless and Plo himself had
his face buried in his hands.

Most of the others had managed to
restrain themselves to rubbing their faces in some manner while Yoda
was gnawing on his own cane.

“I don’t think being high is going
to help us at all.” He said dryly to said being.

“Silent I think you should be, mated
you are.” Yoda huffed, the old omega, luckily far past his breeding
age, grumpy as all hell.

“Yes can we talk about that?!” Mace
suddenly sat up. “Jango Fett?! Obi-Wan reall-”

“He’s my true mate.” Obi-Wan cut
in, tone bland as he stared at Mace in return. “He’s not just
compatible to me, but he’s my true mate. So yes, Jango Fett,
survivor of Galidraan and only remaining member of True
Mandalorians.” He added the latter sentence a bit icily, more than
ready to remind the council about the monumental cock-up Galiraan had
been.

There was some silence.

Then Mace grunted and leaned back in
his chair, rubbing his hands over his sweaty scalp.

Wait…

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at him then
sighed. “Maybe we should all convene once the members of the high
council who are about to go into heat are done? Because Mace, you’re
not going to be able to think in about two hours, believe me.” He
stressed the words.

Sending the other a grumpy glance, Mace
tucked his robe around him. “I can han-”

“No you can’t.” Obi-Wan huffed.
“None of us can. We aren’t prepared to deal with heats and ruts,
we don’t experience them, not really but implants are cracked and
there is nothing for it. You need to get to your own quarters and
curl up in your bed and nest you damn man. That includes all of you
about to go into heat.” He glanced about. “For those about to go
into ruts I’m not quite sure but I imagine isolation is best for
them too.” He shrugged.

Mace grumbled before rubbing his face
with a hand. “…What do I need?”

“Absorption pads, blankets, pillows,
easy food, access to bottled water…” Obi-Wan shrugged. “I
suggest juice also, it made me feel better at least along with some
sweetened dried fruit. We’re not going to be able to hide.” He
glanced about. “We can only adapt. I know Jedi Order is slow to
adapt, I know the Jedi Council prefers to hide or cover… but there
is not hiding now. Not anymore. I have mate, we are exposed as what
we are and the Republic is at war. Now we have to deal and adapt.”
Obi-Wan said seriously.

There was a muted sense, as if standing
on the precipice of the dark and one minor misstep would lead them to
disaster.

Slowly Yoda lowered his cane to his
lap, staring at it before meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes. “…Right he
is, no more hiding there is. Adjust and adapt we must.” He glanced
about. “Into heat and ruts the members here are going, do as
Obi-Wan says we should. Too old I am luckily, with Obi-Wan I shall go
to deal with the media and the senate.” He settled on.

There was some discomforted mutterings
before the rest agreed.

It still took Mace five minutes before
he managed to get up and shuffle past, the scent of heat on his skin
and as if that was a signal, everyone else started to file out too
until only Yoda and Obi-Wan was left.

The two stared at each other. “…Worried
I am Obi-Wan. Disaster this may be.”

“Or it may save us.” Obi-Wan argued
softly before approaching the others chair, kneeling down to offer
him his back. “Maybe this is what we needed.” He added quietly as
Yoda climbed onto his back.

Yoda settled his chin on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. “Hope right you are right, worry for the future I do.”
He sighed deeply.

Hi Moddy! Just for clarification, in Sweethoney, Obi-Wan and Jango did become mates right? Also, I really want to see the Council’s reaction to Obi having a mate. I love your work and keep being awesome!

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Watching the
council for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally sighed. “Are you going
to surface from your leggings anytime soon Mace?” He asked dryly as
the Korun kept his head buried in his own thighs.

“No, if I don’t
then I can pretend this all never happened.” Mace said, his tone
somewhat muffled since his face was against his leggings.

To be
fair, he wasn’t the only one exhibiting an unfamiliar trait to deal
with the issue at hand. Oppo Rancisis was hiding in his own
coils, Yaddle had made a tent out of a stolen robe that Obi-Wan
suspected belonged to Plo since he was robeless and Plo himself had
his face buried in his hands.

Most of the others had managed to
restrain themselves to rubbing their faces in some manner while Yoda
was gnawing on his own cane.

“I don’t think being high is going
to help us at all.” He said dryly to said being.

“Silent I think you should be, mated
you are.” Yoda huffed, the old omega, luckily far past his breeding
age, grumpy as all hell.

“Yes can we talk about that?!” Mace
suddenly sat up. “Jango Fett?! Obi-Wan reall-”

“He’s my true mate.” Obi-Wan cut
in, tone bland as he stared at Mace in return. “He’s not just
compatible to me, but he’s my true mate. So yes, Jango Fett,
survivor of Galidraan and only remaining member of True
Mandalorians.” He added the latter sentence a bit icily, more than
ready to remind the council about the monumental cock-up Galiraan had
been.

There was some silence.

Then Mace grunted and leaned back in
his chair, rubbing his hands over his sweaty scalp.

Wait…

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at him then
sighed. “Maybe we should all convene once the members of the high
council who are about to go into heat are done? Because Mace, you’re
not going to be able to think in about two hours, believe me.” He
stressed the words.

Sending the other a grumpy glance, Mace
tucked his robe around him. “I can han-”

“No you can’t.” Obi-Wan huffed.
“None of us can. We aren’t prepared to deal with heats and ruts,
we don’t experience them, not really but implants are cracked and
there is nothing for it. You need to get to your own quarters and
curl up in your bed and nest you damn man. That includes all of you
about to go into heat.” He glanced about. “For those about to go
into ruts I’m not quite sure but I imagine isolation is best for
them too.” He shrugged.

Mace grumbled before rubbing his face
with a hand. “…What do I need?”

“Absorption pads, blankets, pillows,
easy food, access to bottled water…” Obi-Wan shrugged. “I
suggest juice also, it made me feel better at least along with some
sweetened dried fruit. We’re not going to be able to hide.” He
glanced about. “We can only adapt. I know Jedi Order is slow to
adapt, I know the Jedi Council prefers to hide or cover… but there
is not hiding now. Not anymore. I have mate, we are exposed as what
we are and the Republic is at war. Now we have to deal and adapt.”
Obi-Wan said seriously.

There was a muted sense, as if standing
on the precipice of the dark and one minor misstep would lead them to
disaster.

Slowly Yoda lowered his cane to his
lap, staring at it before meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes. “…Right he
is, no more hiding there is. Adjust and adapt we must.” He glanced
about. “Into heat and ruts the members here are going, do as
Obi-Wan says we should. Too old I am luckily, with Obi-Wan I shall go
to deal with the media and the senate.” He settled on.

There was some discomforted mutterings
before the rest agreed.

It still took Mace five minutes before
he managed to get up and shuffle past, the scent of heat on his skin
and as if that was a signal, everyone else started to file out too
until only Yoda and Obi-Wan was left.

The two stared at each other. “…Worried
I am Obi-Wan. Disaster this may be.”

“Or it may save us.” Obi-Wan argued
softly before approaching the others chair, kneeling down to offer
him his back. “Maybe this is what we needed.” He added quietly as
Yoda climbed onto his back.

Yoda settled his chin on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. “Hope right you are right, worry for the future I do.”
He sighed deeply.

Aaaa the new warriorculture was so good!!! I can imagine jango after that scare wants to hold on to obi for a while to make sure he heals and is safe. How would qui and the council react to jango keeping obi-wan until he’s healed?

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Letting
out a quiet noise as he woke, Obi-Wan pressed his face more into
Jango’s chest while
ignoring the sounds of people outside the quarters as he took in the
familiar chest hairs and muscle beneath his nose instead.

He was
just so damn tired.

Finally
healing up giving him time to be comfortable in
his own skin for one karking
moment as he curled into Jango’s side in the mans bed on his
personal ship. Though he
would continue repeating to the man that a full sized bed was a
luxury on any ship regardless how much the other tried to argue
against that it was a luxury
though the way he kept grinning just to annoy Obi-Wan meant he knew
it and was just being contrary on purpose.

Sighing
when the voices didn’t go away, Obi-Wan instead indulged in a
luxurious stretch that had all his muscles shifting and flexing which
got him groaning in no small amount of pleasure at being able to
stretch it all.

It
gained him a chuckle from the awake Duke, Obi-Wan finding Jango’s
eyes focused on him when he finally bothered to look up at him with a
lazy gaze.

“Good
morning.” He said simply, snuggled in once more.

“Good
morning to you too.” Jango greeted with amusement before leaning in
to press a kiss to the others temple.

Good,
he’d finally learned Obi-Wan’s stand on morning breath it seemed.
Emergency kissing was one thing when they couldn’t brush their
teeth.

Sighing
a bit in happiness, Obi-Wan shifted to sit up, peeking towards the
door. “I don’t think they’re leaving.” He huffed.

“Mmmn,
no. I think your council finally got tired of our ‘broken’
motor.” Jango grunted, throwing the blanket away to sit up. “I
believe I hear Jinn.”

Obi-Wan
blinked at that before groaning and shuffling to his feet to get
dressed before Qui-Gon burst in on him and Jango in the buff.

He
knew his former master well
and he knew the man would have no issue throwing open doors if he
thought Obi-Wan was slinking around somewhere. It had caused more
than one liaison for Obi-Wan to fall out from the sheer embarrassment
of being caught by Qui-Gon, the bantha of a man only needing to raise
one giant eyebrow and somehow seem more reverent than whatever royal
or nobility Obi-Wan at the time had been entranced with.

Oh
Jango was by no means the first or even second ruler Obi-Wan had
something of though all others Obi-Wan would term a fling and ensured
that Jango knew so it could not be used against him.

Which
he admitted some had.

Nothing
was truly a secret after all, servants, all servants unless they
didn’t have mouths, gossiped, be their lords or ladies vile or
benevolent.

It was
just a nature of the galaxy after all.

‘I
should be grateful my inner tunic were salvageable and even if
Qui-Gon notices these are not my leggings, he won’t say much.’
Obi-Wan thought dryly as he pulled on said tunics and started to wrap
them.

His
outer tunic, robe and sash had of course been ruined by his
imprisonment but his boots, inner tunics and belt at least survived
even if the other stuff didn’t and Jango had been kind enough to
give him spares.

Just
as Jango had thought, he had indeed heard Qui-Gon though the
conversation shut off abruptly when Obi-Wan palmed the door open to
find Jaster and Qui-Gon right on the other side of the door.

All
three blinked at each other before Qui-Gon’s face turned to worry
and he moved past Jaster to cup Obi-Wan’s face, hissing in sympathy
at old bruises.

“The
worst is already past.” Obi-Wan assured his old master only to
receive a grouchy look he was certain he did not deserve.

“I
am going to strap you to a harness with a leash.” Qui-Gon swore
before softening, broad thumbs gently rubbing at his cheeks. “Its a
master’s prerogative to worry for their former padawans even when
they leave the nest Obi-Wan., you will learn that lesson one day
yourself.” He murmured in a calmer tone before leveling his eyes
over Obi-Wan’s head to stare at the Duke giving Jango a long look
before nodding. “Thank you, Duke Fett.”

Obi-Wan
heard the answering hum and assumed Jango
had nodded even as Jaster clapped his hands together and smirked.
“Well, now that everyone is up and Master Jinn has brought spare
parts for the hyperdrive, I assume we can go eat while the mechanics
fixes.” He said with cheer.

Hiding
a smile as Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, Obi-Wan nodded. “Breakfast
sounds good.” He murmured, letting Qui-Gon herd him under his arm
to follow Jaster as Jango lazily continued getting ready.

Aaaa the new warriorculture was so good!!! I can imagine jango after that scare wants to hold on to obi for a while to make sure he heals and is safe. How would qui and the council react to jango keeping obi-wan until he’s healed?

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Letting
out a quiet noise as he woke, Obi-Wan pressed his face more into
Jango’s chest while
ignoring the sounds of people outside the quarters as he took in the
familiar chest hairs and muscle beneath his nose instead.

He was
just so damn tired.

Finally
healing up giving him time to be comfortable in
his own skin for one karking
moment as he curled into Jango’s side in the mans bed on his
personal ship. Though he
would continue repeating to the man that a full sized bed was a
luxury on any ship regardless how much the other tried to argue
against that it was a luxury
though the way he kept grinning just to annoy Obi-Wan meant he knew
it and was just being contrary on purpose.

Sighing
when the voices didn’t go away, Obi-Wan instead indulged in a
luxurious stretch that had all his muscles shifting and flexing which
got him groaning in no small amount of pleasure at being able to
stretch it all.

It
gained him a chuckle from the awake Duke, Obi-Wan finding Jango’s
eyes focused on him when he finally bothered to look up at him with a
lazy gaze.

“Good
morning.” He said simply, snuggled in once more.

“Good
morning to you too.” Jango greeted with amusement before leaning in
to press a kiss to the others temple.

Good,
he’d finally learned Obi-Wan’s stand on morning breath it seemed.
Emergency kissing was one thing when they couldn’t brush their
teeth.

Sighing
a bit in happiness, Obi-Wan shifted to sit up, peeking towards the
door. “I don’t think they’re leaving.” He huffed.

“Mmmn,
no. I think your council finally got tired of our ‘broken’
motor.” Jango grunted, throwing the blanket away to sit up. “I
believe I hear Jinn.”

Obi-Wan
blinked at that before groaning and shuffling to his feet to get
dressed before Qui-Gon burst in on him and Jango in the buff.

He
knew his former master well
and he knew the man would have no issue throwing open doors if he
thought Obi-Wan was slinking around somewhere. It had caused more
than one liaison for Obi-Wan to fall out from the sheer embarrassment
of being caught by Qui-Gon, the bantha of a man only needing to raise
one giant eyebrow and somehow seem more reverent than whatever royal
or nobility Obi-Wan at the time had been entranced with.

Oh
Jango was by no means the first or even second ruler Obi-Wan had
something of though all others Obi-Wan would term a fling and ensured
that Jango knew so it could not be used against him.

Which
he admitted some had.

Nothing
was truly a secret after all, servants, all servants unless they
didn’t have mouths, gossiped, be their lords or ladies vile or
benevolent.

It was
just a nature of the galaxy after all.

‘I
should be grateful my inner tunic were salvageable and even if
Qui-Gon notices these are not my leggings, he won’t say much.’
Obi-Wan thought dryly as he pulled on said tunics and started to wrap
them.

His
outer tunic, robe and sash had of course been ruined by his
imprisonment but his boots, inner tunics and belt at least survived
even if the other stuff didn’t and Jango had been kind enough to
give him spares.

Just
as Jango had thought, he had indeed heard Qui-Gon though the
conversation shut off abruptly when Obi-Wan palmed the door open to
find Jaster and Qui-Gon right on the other side of the door.

All
three blinked at each other before Qui-Gon’s face turned to worry
and he moved past Jaster to cup Obi-Wan’s face, hissing in sympathy
at old bruises.

“The
worst is already past.” Obi-Wan assured his old master only to
receive a grouchy look he was certain he did not deserve.

“I
am going to strap you to a harness with a leash.” Qui-Gon swore
before softening, broad thumbs gently rubbing at his cheeks. “Its a
master’s prerogative to worry for their former padawans even when
they leave the nest Obi-Wan., you will learn that lesson one day
yourself.” He murmured in a calmer tone before leveling his eyes
over Obi-Wan’s head to stare at the Duke giving Jango a long look
before nodding. “Thank you, Duke Fett.”

Obi-Wan
heard the answering hum and assumed Jango
had nodded even as Jaster clapped his hands together and smirked.
“Well, now that everyone is up and Master Jinn has brought spare
parts for the hyperdrive, I assume we can go eat while the mechanics
fixes.” He said with cheer.

Hiding
a smile as Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, Obi-Wan nodded. “Breakfast
sounds good.” He murmured, letting Qui-Gon herd him under his arm
to follow Jaster as Jango lazily continued getting ready.

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Sighing loudly, Obi-Wan shook his head,
gave a little mutter before closing his eyes. “Anakin, please stop
scratching your balls in public. Its impolite.”

There was a scattering of sniggering, a
few of the troopers unable to help themselves though Obi-Wan noted
with some satisfaction that none of them were turning their head to
look at the young omega but continued their work as they focused on
piloting the shuttle to Coruscant and the landing process.

Anakin however had lifted his hands
away as if burned, giving Obi-Wan a wide eyed look of betrayal as he
stared at him. “I wasn’t scr-” He started in an insulted,
spluttering tone that shut up when Obi-Wan gave him a long look, the
blond shuffling a bit. “The clothes are too small, I was adjusting
myself, not scratching outright…” He mumbled out, clearly sulking
as Obi-Wan raised a surprised brow.

“Your clothes are to small?” He
asked, brows furrowing after his surprise.

Coloring, his padawan rubbed the back
of his neck. “I…” He squirmed and Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed
more as he glanced about before moving closer to his one armed
padawan, gently taking him by the elbow.

“Padawan?” He whispered.

Flustered, Anakin leaned down and in so
he could whisper only for Obi-Wan to hear. “I had a minor heat
flash. I think I’m going into heat without the implant but since I
never done it except the first time, I’m not sure.” He explained.

Frowning at that, Obi-Wan nodded.
“Slick?”

“Completely soaked and there’s no
detergent strong enough on this ship to hide it.” Anakin confessed,
glancing about warily.

Squeezing the elbow in his grasp
gently, Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. With this many unknown
alphas around, Anakin wasn’t comfortable walking around with the
scent of slick on him, at least not his own. “We’ll be at the
temple in less than an hour, go straight to the healers and I’ll
stop by our quarters to fetch you a fresh set of clothes before I
appear before the Jedi Council. I know that at least Master Windu is
two hours behind us in travel so I will have time to get you anything
you’d need…and Anakin, request suppressors from the healers.
There’s no hiding what’s going on with us, not anymore.”
Obi-Wan added as he knew there were already rumors all over Coruscant
thanks to the Sentinels and Jedi who had to stay behind.

“Considering you’re mated and
pretty much everyone is going to smell it, I know.” Anakin said
seriously before licking his lips. “He seems like a strong mate? If
that’s helpful?” He added quietly.

Reluctantly Obi-Wan’s lips twitched
into a small smile before he glanced to the viewscreen where he could
distantly spot Slave 1 flying alongside them, Jango and Boba opting
to pilot their own ship though Obi-Wan had needed to convince the man
to let him go with his padawan.

Jango had reluctantly allowed it but
finally, after speaking with the captain of the troopers in charge of
this particular ship, he had quite willingly gone to his own after
getting a kiss from Obi-Wan, soft and lingering.

Most likely extracting a promise to
look out for the two injured omegas as neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were
fully healed. None of the injured Jedi were really but they had to
get back to Coruscant, to deal with the fallout of everything…

And the public’s shock over the
revelation.

Obi-Wan knew there was bound to be
curiosity over the fact that Jedi actually were both omegas and
alphas, that they had hidden it away though Mace had already
explained that there was a prepared press release once everyone was
back to the temple, to explain that the Jedi had always felt that
they were better able to help when no one made assumption based on
secondary genders and therefor in the very infancy of the early Jedi
Order, the implants had been created and through the many decades
refined.

He hoped they could deal with the
fallout.

There was bound to be some.

Hopefully the fallout could be turned
positive, their curiosity used to try and gain sympathy for all these
alphas and omegas sacrificing parts of themselves in the safety of
the galaxy… hmm he might say that to the Council, get them to spin
the story in a sacrificial. The galaxy loved a sordid sacrifice story
for the great good of others when the hero or heroine sacrificed to
protect.

And alphas had always had a hind brain
reaction to injured and suffering omegas that they couldn’t get
around most of the time as they had all experienced with the clones
arriving and going pretty much feral in their need to protect the
Jedi.

Gently he squeezed Anakin’s elbow
again. “How do you feel? I saw how Amidala… how she recoiled from
you.” He whispered.

Anakin looked away, face tight before
it went lax and he sighed deeply. “I think she considered it a
betrayal that I hadn’t even mentioned… I don’t…” He slumped
a bit and let Obi-Wan drag him down via a hand to the back of the
neck, letting his forehead rest on his omega master’s shoulder.
“She was upset at me. I hope she’s willing to talk to me once she
calms down…” Anakin mumbled.

Not saying anything, Obi-Wan rubbed his
scalp gently.

Honestly, it wasn’t like he, the
mated omega, could really protest.

He just hoped that Anakin gave his
heart to someone who would listen to him, be that Senator Amidala or
someone else.

“I really want a hot bath right about
now.” Anakin confessed softly and Obi-Wan made a soft, soothing
noise as close to a purr as he could get, Anakin melting slowly
against him as he soaked in the comfort offered.

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Sighing loudly, Obi-Wan shook his head,
gave a little mutter before closing his eyes. “Anakin, please stop
scratching your balls in public. Its impolite.”

There was a scattering of sniggering, a
few of the troopers unable to help themselves though Obi-Wan noted
with some satisfaction that none of them were turning their head to
look at the young omega but continued their work as they focused on
piloting the shuttle to Coruscant and the landing process.

Anakin however had lifted his hands
away as if burned, giving Obi-Wan a wide eyed look of betrayal as he
stared at him. “I wasn’t scr-” He started in an insulted,
spluttering tone that shut up when Obi-Wan gave him a long look, the
blond shuffling a bit. “The clothes are too small, I was adjusting
myself, not scratching outright…” He mumbled out, clearly sulking
as Obi-Wan raised a surprised brow.

“Your clothes are to small?” He
asked, brows furrowing after his surprise.

Coloring, his padawan rubbed the back
of his neck. “I…” He squirmed and Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed
more as he glanced about before moving closer to his one armed
padawan, gently taking him by the elbow.

“Padawan?” He whispered.

Flustered, Anakin leaned down and in so
he could whisper only for Obi-Wan to hear. “I had a minor heat
flash. I think I’m going into heat without the implant but since I
never done it except the first time, I’m not sure.” He explained.

Frowning at that, Obi-Wan nodded.
“Slick?”

“Completely soaked and there’s no
detergent strong enough on this ship to hide it.” Anakin confessed,
glancing about warily.

Squeezing the elbow in his grasp
gently, Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. With this many unknown
alphas around, Anakin wasn’t comfortable walking around with the
scent of slick on him, at least not his own. “We’ll be at the
temple in less than an hour, go straight to the healers and I’ll
stop by our quarters to fetch you a fresh set of clothes before I
appear before the Jedi Council. I know that at least Master Windu is
two hours behind us in travel so I will have time to get you anything
you’d need…and Anakin, request suppressors from the healers.
There’s no hiding what’s going on with us, not anymore.”
Obi-Wan added as he knew there were already rumors all over Coruscant
thanks to the Sentinels and Jedi who had to stay behind.

“Considering you’re mated and
pretty much everyone is going to smell it, I know.” Anakin said
seriously before licking his lips. “He seems like a strong mate? If
that’s helpful?” He added quietly.

Reluctantly Obi-Wan’s lips twitched
into a small smile before he glanced to the viewscreen where he could
distantly spot Slave 1 flying alongside them, Jango and Boba opting
to pilot their own ship though Obi-Wan had needed to convince the man
to let him go with his padawan.

Jango had reluctantly allowed it but
finally, after speaking with the captain of the troopers in charge of
this particular ship, he had quite willingly gone to his own after
getting a kiss from Obi-Wan, soft and lingering.

Most likely extracting a promise to
look out for the two injured omegas as neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were
fully healed. None of the injured Jedi were really but they had to
get back to Coruscant, to deal with the fallout of everything…

And the public’s shock over the
revelation.

Obi-Wan knew there was bound to be
curiosity over the fact that Jedi actually were both omegas and
alphas, that they had hidden it away though Mace had already
explained that there was a prepared press release once everyone was
back to the temple, to explain that the Jedi had always felt that
they were better able to help when no one made assumption based on
secondary genders and therefor in the very infancy of the early Jedi
Order, the implants had been created and through the many decades
refined.

He hoped they could deal with the
fallout.

There was bound to be some.

Hopefully the fallout could be turned
positive, their curiosity used to try and gain sympathy for all these
alphas and omegas sacrificing parts of themselves in the safety of
the galaxy… hmm he might say that to the Council, get them to spin
the story in a sacrificial. The galaxy loved a sordid sacrifice story
for the great good of others when the hero or heroine sacrificed to
protect.

And alphas had always had a hind brain
reaction to injured and suffering omegas that they couldn’t get
around most of the time as they had all experienced with the clones
arriving and going pretty much feral in their need to protect the
Jedi.

Gently he squeezed Anakin’s elbow
again. “How do you feel? I saw how Amidala… how she recoiled from
you.” He whispered.

Anakin looked away, face tight before
it went lax and he sighed deeply. “I think she considered it a
betrayal that I hadn’t even mentioned… I don’t…” He slumped
a bit and let Obi-Wan drag him down via a hand to the back of the
neck, letting his forehead rest on his omega master’s shoulder.
“She was upset at me. I hope she’s willing to talk to me once she
calms down…” Anakin mumbled.

Not saying anything, Obi-Wan rubbed his
scalp gently.

Honestly, it wasn’t like he, the
mated omega, could really protest.

He just hoped that Anakin gave his
heart to someone who would listen to him, be that Senator Amidala or
someone else.

“I really want a hot bath right about
now.” Anakin confessed softly and Obi-Wan made a soft, soothing
noise as close to a purr as he could get, Anakin melting slowly
against him as he soaked in the comfort offered.

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Pinching the bridge
of his nose, Qui-Gon let out a deep breath. “You mean to tell me
there’s nothing we can do to get Obi-Wan back?” He finally asked
the council as each sat there with their serene expression.

For a fleeting
moment they changed, a gloom entering the Force before they wiped it
all away and Yoda leaned forward over his cane to shake his head. “To
enter Abuella space is to risk a Republic war, made it clear
Abuella’s King has that Jedi on planet to recover Obi-Wan a sign of
war will be taken.” He said grimly.

“So there’s
really nothing we can do.” Qui-Gon breathed out as he knew that
Abuella’s ran mental scans on people when they arrived.

They would spot a
Jedi the moment they disembarked.

That meant that
Obi-Wan, who had crash landed on planet after his wing had been shot
out or so the emergency message had stated, was all alone and would
have to make his own way off.

Unless…

Qui-Gon paused,
slowly dropping his hand as he frowned. “I… may have a solution.
However none of you will like it.” He cautioned slowly.

He was right, they
didn’t.

But then again
neither did Qui-Gon.

()()()

“Hand him over or
I will declare war and annihilate your palace.”

Now, Jango would
never be declared the most diplomatic of leaders nor the most tactful
however he was generally not that blunt as he held the blaster
directed at the King of Abuella’s head with a single determined
stare that would have had even the most stony faced politician
wetting themselves.

Nor did he
generally issue threats in such a manner and instead preferred
black-obs that would take care of such things.

But those missions
did not usually contain one Obi-Wan Kenobi that had been missing for
close to a month nor did they contain the evidence Jaster and Syles
had presented him that the king was currently taking a lot of
pleasure out of depriving Obi-Wan and maybe outright torturing him.

So maybe grand Duke
of Mandalore was running on short patience and control as he leveled
that blaster at the mans head while ignoring the guards scrambling to
react.

Peram was gripping
his throne, staring at Jango with a smug look on his face despite the
blaster leveled inches from his head. “So its true, you and the
Jedi. Wasn’t sure but here you are ready for war for him. I wonder
what you’d give to get him bac-”

He gagged on his
own words as Jango placed the tip of his blaster in the king’s
stupid mouth.

“What I’d
give?” Jango answered coolly. “Nothing. But I’d salt the earth
if he isn’t given to me. I have the Mandalorian fleet in space and
you’re trying to issue demands? I would engage in planetary war for
that Jedi. So hand him over or pay with your life and the life
of your family.” Jango sneered.

The two rulers
stared at each other.

“…All this for
a Jedi?” The king hissed.

“All this for
someone who genuinely fights for freedom and justice. All this for
Obi-Wan. Not a Jedi, Obi-Wan.” Jango suddenly smirked. “The
rumors already exist, who’d believe you really, there are no
recordings in this room, I’ve made sure of that.” He chuckled
deeply. “Because believe me, if I wasn’t Duke, my path of war
would be quite different.” Amber eyes shone. “So I repeat only
once, hand Obi-Wan over, or I will level this palace to the ground,
taking you and your family with and I will ensure you have no where
to flee in this galaxy from me. I will salt the earth and poison it
after me and ensure your heirs never rise to this throne, so it all
comes down to you giving me what I want.”

()()()

“So do I want to
know exactly how you managed this?” Obi-Wan asked as he limped
beside the Duke, one arm over the mans shoulder as he was lead
towards the ship from the palace.

“Diplomacy.”
Jango answered straight faced, ignoring Jaster snorting behind them.

“Uhu… Jaster?”
Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder.

“He threatened
total orbital bombardment of the palace and to salt the earth with
everyone inside it still.” Jaster drawled, smirking a bit. “Kind
of wish King Peram was idiotic enough to not hand you over, would
have been fun with a nice new battle.” He noted.

“…Jango.”
Obi-Wan sighed heavily and gave him a chastening stare that might
have been threatening if he didn’t end up grunting and wrapping his
free arm around his chest.

“Its your ribs,
isn’t it?” The Duke sighed.

“And some
internal bleeding I believe.” the Jedi groaned.

“Thought so,
MEDIC!”