Jangoobi

How does Jango react to Obi being attacked in warriorculture? If Maul is specifically targeting Obi would he offer asylum on Mandalore, and would the council go for it? How does the council react to what happened?

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Not
bothering to open his eyes when the door slid open, Obi-Wan just
smiled instead as he remained sitting against the mound of pillows
stacked against the headboard. Bruises and healing scrapes ached
uncomfortably but that was easy to ignore at the heat closed up
around him and the scent of Mandalorian tea entering his nose.

“I
do hope,” He murmured. “That you remembered to add honey to
mine?” Obi-Wan requested as the bed dipped lightly.

There
was a warm little chuckle, a tray stationed into Obi-Wan’s lap that
he shifted a hand to hold steady as the other person shifted around
until they were sitting beside the Jedi, the covers shifted around
until they covered two people. “I did, I even added a small splash
of milk since I know that Mandalorian spice tea is a bit too rough
even for you.” Jango murmured fondly, his hand coming up to stroke
Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face.

Finally
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to give the other man a small smile. “I
still can’t believe you managed to convince the council to send me
to Mandalore this quickly.” He huffed lightly while picking up the
nice clay mug full of tea that had milk in it, noting that Jango’s
own tea had nothing in it that he could tell.

“Considering
you’re clearly being targeted, the council felt it would be in your
best interest to be safely away from Coruscant,” Jango drawled,
sipping his own cup while watching Obi-Wan before shrugging. “There
are eight other ships leaving today, all with trails indicating that
you could potentially be onboard for the zabrak who attacked you to
follow.” He smirked a bit, rubbing the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.

“Still,
Mandalore…” He huffed a bit in amusement, snuggling into Jango’s
side as the man continued stroking his ear and jawline slowly with
his fingertips. “Its in the Outer Rims and Jedi and Mandalore do
not have a good history despite our recently good communications.”
Obi-Wan smirked into his cup.

“Mmm
true enough but it seems they value your safety young Kenobi, enough
to set that aside and for some reason they seem to think I would keep
you safe as can be.” Jango smirked, winking at his lover when he
looked up.

Letting
out an amused snort, Obi-Wan sipped his tea before finally thinking
of something else, focusing on Jango with a displeased grimace.
“You’re not going to Sundari again are you? And that horrible
mural depicting Mando’a warriors absolutely slaughtering Jedi with
no mercy? Holding their heads as trophies?” He narrowed his eyes at
him.

“Errg…
oh look, sweet cakes!” Jango lifted the little plate of cream
filled pastries Bo had picked up before they left. Only Obi-Wan gave
him a severely displeased glare which
had Jango wincing and setting the plate down on the tray. “Right
okay… you really despise that mural huh?” He questioned
awkwardly.

“Its
gross,” Obi-Wan said blankly before picking up one of the bite
sized little pastries with cream inside. “Even if I wasn’t a Jedi
I would have found it rather brutal way of depicting ones victory,
holding a severed head up to gloat.” He sniffed.

Rolling
his eyes a bit, Jango slid his arm around the others shoulders and
continued sipping his own tea that Obi-Wan suspected had alcohol in
it now that the cup was so close for him to smell. Spicy tea and
Mando’a whiskey maybe. “And how do you suggest one celebrates
ones victory for prosperity?
A river
of blood?”  He rolled his eyes.

“Oh
I don’t know,” Obi-Wan huffed, his tone sardonic enough for Jango
to wince a bit. “How about a statue or mural of the warriors in
question standing tall and proud, the victors of a glorious battle
instead of a grisly sight of someone holding a severed
head?” He gave his older lover a dull look.

“…Okay
point, its a bit-”

“A
bit?” Obi-Wan’s brows rose.

Holding
up his hand in surrender. “Okay its very gruesome but to be fair,
its a long time ago and removing a piece of our history would have
several clans revolting against me,
the Mandalore crusades are an important historical event.”
He explained to the other. “Its part of our culture after all and
Mandalore has always been a planet of warriors with the traditions
and culture befitting it even if some like Sabine Kryze is trying
with this pacifism ideals.” He murmured to explain to his lover.

Obi-Wan
huffed but nodded. “That’s why I’m asking if
you’re planning to take me there and if you are, to request that
you don’t.”

Tapping
his fingertips on the others arm, Jango finally nodded. “Fair
enough, we won’t go looking up any of the old art. We can stay in
the newer section of the Royal palace and you know my rooms have none
of the gore there.” He teased gently, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s
cheek when the other let out a pleased noise.

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“Kenobi
you kinky harlot!” Came
the shout and Obi-Wan choked on his drink and then spat it out all
over the holo display before he turned his head sharply to stare at
Quinlan as the man came sashaying over to him with a wide grin on his
stupid alpha face. “I knew you had a thing for Mando’a but Jango
Fett?!” The man cackled as he slapped Obi-Wan on the back.

Hissing
and hitting the man in the chest, Obi-Wan glared up at him as he set
his half empty mug aside to use both hands. “Says the guy currently
hitting on everything with a pulse! You
strumpet!” He
glared at him. “Least I got one steady mate, my true
mate.” Obi-Wan hit Quinlan once more just for point.

Which
gained him a grunt and Quinlan rubbing his shoulder. “You know
there’s no such thi-”

“Jango
triggered my heat by simply touching me once,” Obi-Wan’s tone
turned droll. “I’d say that’s pretty decent evidence for true
mates existing, its just rare to encounter that level of
compatibility required to reach true mate potential.” He turned
back to the holo display and sighed at the stains of tea covering the
light.

“Here
General.” Commander Cody offered him a halfway clean rag.

Accepting
it gratefully, Obi-Wan nodded and leaned in over the display to start
wiping up the tea as Quinlan thought over the new information.

“…Yeah
no, I’m going to stick with looking at everyone with a pulse with
an interest in return.” Quinlan snorted and shrugged before
glancing about. “Now where’s this mate of yours? Aayla was
cackling about how the council was annoyed since he was following you
around everywhere so I’m surprised he’s not here to deck me
honestly.”

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan leaned back from the holo display now that it was
dried off from tea. “He’s in town with Boba, there was a few
shops that Jango wanted to check out and Boba needed some new clothes
so they decided to get two birds with one stone. And if he’d heard
you he would have decked you for calling me a harlot.” Obi-Wan
offered up dryly before frowning. “Actually, Anakin would have
tried to deck you too for that so you’re lucky he’s off with the
501st
on the moon right now to keep the CSI off it.” He acknowledged.

Sniggering
a bit, Quinlan perched his ass against the display. “Skywalker has
been trying to deck me since he was fifteen, he’s never quite
accepted the nuisance of our relationship.” The man teased.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan snatched one of the others dreads and pulled
sharply. “I don’t exactly appreciate
being called a harlot you know.” He
growled at the kiffar.

“Says
the man calling me a strumpet!” Quinlan cackled, his
hand coming up around the base of the dread Obi-Wan was holding onto.

“Oh
I can call you worse thing you… floozy!” Obi-Wan shot back, the
stewjoni finally letting go of the dreads.

Laughing
still, Quinlan rubbed at his scalp before yelping and dodging quickly
as a brown rock fell to the floor right behind the alpha Jedi, the
man looking towards the open tent flap of the command tent where
Jango and Boba were standing, the older with a snarl on his face and
the younger with a deep pout, a rock held in his free hand. “Oh,
hey Fett and little Fett.” Quinlan chirped before quickly moving
around the holo display to keep it between them.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan smiled and opened his arms to Boba, accepting his
adopted cub and holding him tightly. “Hey there kiddo, welcome
back. You and buir find what you needed?” He petted the boy’s
fluffy hair.

Nodding
while glaring at Quinlan, Boba launched into details about his new
clothes as Jango slid closer slowly until he too could wrap his arms
possessively around Obi-Wan, the alpha hooking his nose into
Obi-Wan’s neck to press a kiss to the cloth covered mark Obi-Wan
wore from the alphas teeth.

‘Well,
at least Quinlan’s got his warning.’ Obi-Wan thought in amusement
as he continued paying Boba attention, knowing that the cub needed it
before Jango took him off to sleep in Slave One. And a little break
from this damn war to focus on his new cub was doing Obi-Wan some
wonders honestly.

This
was part of the future he and Jango wanted to build, to end this war
and share their lives together and maybe… just maybe have cubs of
their own to give siblings to Boba.

Maybe.

Sweethoney. Jango and Obi-Wan have a serious discussion about the futur for the first time ? It’s more than time now that they’re mated!

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“Kenobi
you kinky harlot!” Came
the shout and Obi-Wan choked on his drink and then spat it out all
over the holo display before he turned his head sharply to stare at
Quinlan as the man came sashaying over to him with a wide grin on his
stupid alpha face. “I knew you had a thing for Mando’a but Jango
Fett?!” The man cackled as he slapped Obi-Wan on the back.

Hissing
and hitting the man in the chest, Obi-Wan glared up at him as he set
his half empty mug aside to use both hands. “Says the guy currently
hitting on everything with a pulse! You
strumpet!” He
glared at him. “Least I got one steady mate, my true
mate.” Obi-Wan hit Quinlan once more just for point.

Which
gained him a grunt and Quinlan rubbing his shoulder. “You know
there’s no such thi-”

“Jango
triggered my heat by simply touching me once,” Obi-Wan’s tone
turned droll. “I’d say that’s pretty decent evidence for true
mates existing, its just rare to encounter that level of
compatibility required to reach true mate potential.” He turned
back to the holo display and sighed at the stains of tea covering the
light.

“Here
General.” Commander Cody offered him a halfway clean rag.

Accepting
it gratefully, Obi-Wan nodded and leaned in over the display to start
wiping up the tea as Quinlan thought over the new information.

“…Yeah
no, I’m going to stick with looking at everyone with a pulse with
an interest in return.” Quinlan snorted and shrugged before
glancing about. “Now where’s this mate of yours? Aayla was
cackling about how the council was annoyed since he was following you
around everywhere so I’m surprised he’s not here to deck me
honestly.”

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan leaned back from the holo display now that it was
dried off from tea. “He’s in town with Boba, there was a few
shops that Jango wanted to check out and Boba needed some new clothes
so they decided to get two birds with one stone. And if he’d heard
you he would have decked you for calling me a harlot.” Obi-Wan
offered up dryly before frowning. “Actually, Anakin would have
tried to deck you too for that so you’re lucky he’s off with the
501st
on the moon right now to keep the CSI off it.” He acknowledged.

Sniggering
a bit, Quinlan perched his ass against the display. “Skywalker has
been trying to deck me since he was fifteen, he’s never quite
accepted the nuisance of our relationship.” The man teased.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan snatched one of the others dreads and pulled
sharply. “I don’t exactly appreciate
being called a harlot you know.” He
growled at the kiffar.

“Says
the man calling me a strumpet!” Quinlan cackled, his
hand coming up around the base of the dread Obi-Wan was holding onto.

“Oh
I can call you worse thing you… floozy!” Obi-Wan shot back, the
stewjoni finally letting go of the dreads.

Laughing
still, Quinlan rubbed at his scalp before yelping and dodging quickly
as a brown rock fell to the floor right behind the alpha Jedi, the
man looking towards the open tent flap of the command tent where
Jango and Boba were standing, the older with a snarl on his face and
the younger with a deep pout, a rock held in his free hand. “Oh,
hey Fett and little Fett.” Quinlan chirped before quickly moving
around the holo display to keep it between them.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan smiled and opened his arms to Boba, accepting his
adopted cub and holding him tightly. “Hey there kiddo, welcome
back. You and buir find what you needed?” He petted the boy’s
fluffy hair.

Nodding
while glaring at Quinlan, Boba launched into details about his new
clothes as Jango slid closer slowly until he too could wrap his arms
possessively around Obi-Wan, the alpha hooking his nose into
Obi-Wan’s neck to press a kiss to the cloth covered mark Obi-Wan
wore from the alphas teeth.

‘Well,
at least Quinlan’s got his warning.’ Obi-Wan thought in amusement
as he continued paying Boba attention, knowing that the cub needed it
before Jango took him off to sleep in Slave One. And a little break
from this damn war to focus on his new cub was doing Obi-Wan some
wonders honestly.

This
was part of the future he and Jango wanted to build, to end this war
and share their lives together and maybe… just maybe have cubs of
their own to give siblings to Boba.

Maybe.

OH MY GOD!!!!! For sweethoney can we please have AniRex? I ship this rare pair so hard and you almost perfectly set it up in your last part!

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Setting the cup
down in front of his padawan, Obi-Wan raised his brow at the
contemplating look across the blond’s face as Anakin curled his
hands around the cup of soup.

Yet the other omega
said nothing, just sat there and stared into his cup of green
vegetable soup with that same considering look on his face.

Letting out a deep
sigh, Obi-Wan flickered the others ear with his finger which gained
him a loud yelp of surprise. “Alright, I haven’t seen you like
this since I had to explain to you how Guvella cheese was made,
what’s up?” He asked with a raised brow.

Rubbing his ear,
Anakin glared up at him before sighing a bit. “I saw Master Fisto
and Knight Secura today…” He trailed off, biting at his lips.

“And?” Obi-Wan
encouraged, moving back to the stove to fill a cup of soup for
himself. He had a feeling he knew what the other had seen but he had
to be sure before he said anything.

Squirming in his
seat, Anakin glanced at him then back down at his cup as Obi-Wan
rejoined him at the table. “And they looked pretty cosy with
Commander Bly from the 327th…”

Eyeing Anakin
closely, Obi-Wan finally snorted. “You caught them snogging in one
of the alcoves, didn’t you?” He questioned in a teasing tone,
barking out a laugh when Anakin colored sharply and took a big gulp
of soup to avoid speaking.

But he did nod.

Snorting loudly,
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Yes, they’ve been pretty obvious ever
since they meet Bly. The council has bets on when they pair up and if
Aayla’s heat will trigger Kit’s or if Kit is going to trigger
Aayla and they come out of it bonded to Bly after it.” He smirked,
taking a big sip of soup.

He pretended not to
see Anakin’s confused face as the padawan absorbed that fact.

Obi-Wan knew that
Anakin was going through an adjustment period, with Obi-Wan having a
mate, having Jango and Boba in their life and the war that the Jedi
now served in. Giving him advice when he asked for it was really all
Obi-Wan could do.

“…Does that
mean its alright to mate with the clones?” Anakin questioned, his
tone cautious, almost on the verge of scared.

Peering at the
other over his cup, Obi-Wan softened and reached out with his free
hand, stroking his hand over Anakin’s hair. “This is about Rex,
isn’t it dear one?” He questioned gently as he had been very
aware of the glances exchanged between his padawan and the captain,
smiling tenderly when Anakin nodded nervously. “Well, he seems a
good man to me. And yes, we are allowed Anakin. The troopers are all
wonderful humans and if you find a connection with one of them, no on
will interfere dear one.” He promised quietly as he rested his hand
on the clean shaven cheek.

Unable not to smile
at the affectionate endearment, Anakin leaned into the touch. “So
if I were to… I mean if I asked Rex on a date…” He stammered.

“If you were to
ask him on a date,” Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s cheek with his
thumb. “I expect you to be responsible, be polite and to not use
your authority as his Commander. Leave that at the door and just be
Anakin and Rex while on the date,” He shrugged a bit then winked.
“Other than that, have fun.” He teased.

Coloring, Anakin
grinned sheepishly as he pondered what places he could take Rex on a
date while they were still on Coruscant. “How long until we ship
out?”

“A week. You got
a week to take him somewhere,” Obi-Wan returned to his soup. “And
fyi, Jango and Boba are coming tomorrow and you’ll be expected to
be at dinner at least.”

Excited, Anakin
nodded before chugging the rest of his soup, wiping his mouth with
the back of his sleeve and pecking Obi-Wan on the cheek before he
rushed out.

Raising both brows
slowly, Obi-Wan wiped his cheek for soup remains and stared at the
abandoned boots at the door. “…Any minute,” He murmured, taking
a sip. The door did not reopen though and Obi-Wan sighed, reaching
for his comm to call Anakin. “Honestly, leaving without his boots…
young hormonal omegas, I swear I wasn’t this bad.”

OH MY GOD!!!!! For sweethoney can we please have AniRex? I ship this rare pair so hard and you almost perfectly set it up in your last part!

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Setting the cup
down in front of his padawan, Obi-Wan raised his brow at the
contemplating look across the blond’s face as Anakin curled his
hands around the cup of soup.

Yet the other omega
said nothing, just sat there and stared into his cup of green
vegetable soup with that same considering look on his face.

Letting out a deep
sigh, Obi-Wan flickered the others ear with his finger which gained
him a loud yelp of surprise. “Alright, I haven’t seen you like
this since I had to explain to you how Guvella cheese was made,
what’s up?” He asked with a raised brow.

Rubbing his ear,
Anakin glared up at him before sighing a bit. “I saw Master Fisto
and Knight Secura today…” He trailed off, biting at his lips.

“And?” Obi-Wan
encouraged, moving back to the stove to fill a cup of soup for
himself. He had a feeling he knew what the other had seen but he had
to be sure before he said anything.

Squirming in his
seat, Anakin glanced at him then back down at his cup as Obi-Wan
rejoined him at the table. “And they looked pretty cosy with
Commander Bly from the 327th…”

Eyeing Anakin
closely, Obi-Wan finally snorted. “You caught them snogging in one
of the alcoves, didn’t you?” He questioned in a teasing tone,
barking out a laugh when Anakin colored sharply and took a big gulp
of soup to avoid speaking.

But he did nod.

Snorting loudly,
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Yes, they’ve been pretty obvious ever
since they meet Bly. The council has bets on when they pair up and if
Aayla’s heat will trigger Kit’s or if Kit is going to trigger
Aayla and they come out of it bonded to Bly after it.” He smirked,
taking a big sip of soup.

He pretended not to
see Anakin’s confused face as the padawan absorbed that fact.

Obi-Wan knew that
Anakin was going through an adjustment period, with Obi-Wan having a
mate, having Jango and Boba in their life and the war that the Jedi
now served in. Giving him advice when he asked for it was really all
Obi-Wan could do.

“…Does that
mean its alright to mate with the clones?” Anakin questioned, his
tone cautious, almost on the verge of scared.

Peering at the
other over his cup, Obi-Wan softened and reached out with his free
hand, stroking his hand over Anakin’s hair. “This is about Rex,
isn’t it dear one?” He questioned gently as he had been very
aware of the glances exchanged between his padawan and the captain,
smiling tenderly when Anakin nodded nervously. “Well, he seems a
good man to me. And yes, we are allowed Anakin. The troopers are all
wonderful humans and if you find a connection with one of them, no on
will interfere dear one.” He promised quietly as he rested his hand
on the clean shaven cheek.

Unable not to smile
at the affectionate endearment, Anakin leaned into the touch. “So
if I were to… I mean if I asked Rex on a date…” He stammered.

“If you were to
ask him on a date,” Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s cheek with his
thumb. “I expect you to be responsible, be polite and to not use
your authority as his Commander. Leave that at the door and just be
Anakin and Rex while on the date,” He shrugged a bit then winked.
“Other than that, have fun.” He teased.

Coloring, Anakin
grinned sheepishly as he pondered what places he could take Rex on a
date while they were still on Coruscant. “How long until we ship
out?”

“A week. You got
a week to take him somewhere,” Obi-Wan returned to his soup. “And
fyi, Jango and Boba are coming tomorrow and you’ll be expected to
be at dinner at least.”

Excited, Anakin
nodded before chugging the rest of his soup, wiping his mouth with
the back of his sleeve and pecking Obi-Wan on the cheek before he
rushed out.

Raising both brows
slowly, Obi-Wan wiped his cheek for soup remains and stared at the
abandoned boots at the door. “…Any minute,” He murmured, taking
a sip. The door did not reopen though and Obi-Wan sighed, reaching
for his comm to call Anakin. “Honestly, leaving without his boots…
young hormonal omegas, I swear I wasn’t this bad.”

Did someone prompt you already about not two are alike ? Because if not, please can we have a chapter about Palpatine and his reactions to the latest events ? The moore horrible he is, the best!

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Coruscant is in
uproar.

The Jedi are gone
and no one can quite believe it as only a what is seemingly required
to run the temple now remains in the giant building.

Sidious is in rage
as he throws a tantrum in the safety of his own vault at home,
throwing items around with the Force as he screams in rage while
wondering how he has lost control of the boy and his spies.

The official
statement is that the Jedi feel they can not claim they are
politically neutral when they are suited so close to the government
of the Republic, especially now that they have become mired into the
war as its General instead of the peacekeepers they are suppose to
be.

People are
whispering about it, the opinion divided but Sidious can’t help but
feel that Al’Verde is the influencing point in this.

And the clones.

Sidious screams in
rage.

He can’t even use
the clones!

They are all
unchipped thanks to karking Kenobi and Sidious imagines holding the
man under lightning until his eyeballs pop from the heat and leak out
of his own eyes.

‘And Skywalker,
the boy did not even tell me!’ Sidious panted as he stared at
the utter destruction of the furniture and trinkets around him, his
mind buzzing with the concept that he did not have as much control of
the Jedi knight as he thought he had.

Plans would have to
be remade and loyalties questioned.

()()()

Smiling as the
newest clones were decanted, Obi-Wan watched the little ones as older
vode rocked the little babies that would get to grow at their own
pace. It had taken several vode to figure out how to reverse the
process of their aging but they had eventually managed it thanks to
advanced science they had studied.

These ones weren’t
going to be forced into war, not like the others had been.

Obi-Wan would have
to fight with that guilt for the rest of his life for what he had
done but he couldn’t see any other way to fight against the Sith lord
and steal the army out from under them.

He just hoped that…
maybe one day the vode and his own clones would forgive him for what
he had done towards them but at least now they were going to have
more freedom.

‘And thanks to
the Jedi we now have space to grow, not just staying on Kamino under
the kaminoan’s thumbs and exploitation,’ He let out a deep breath
and turned to head outside to rejoin the building effort. ‘Now we
just need to get out from the Senate’s exploitation… yippeee.’
He thought wryly to himself before smiling as he stepped out into the
sun, turning his eyes to the temple.

It was starting to
become an impressive sight honestly, days of work with the combined
effort of Jedi and troopers being effective in cleaning, rebuilding
and expanding the grand temple to make it as impressive as the
Coruscant temple.

All the children
had moved into the temple by now, the creche being set as top
priority by all to finish up and repair to out most satisfaction for
their safety so they could sleep in the warmth and comfort instead of
being chilled by draft or worrying about dampness from water.

The fact that he
could build something not for war…

It was somehow a
healing experience to see something peaceful rise, something that
would shelter and it patched parts of Obi-Wan heart and soul that had
hardened and withered away as he had build an army out of troopers
and engaged in a galaxy wide slavery he would never be able to
forgive himself for, not truly.

But maybe with
time, some acceptance of what he had done could be earned.

For now he would
just live with the guilt and continue on wards.

With Jango and
Boba.

Did someone prompt you already about not two are alike ? Because if not, please can we have a chapter about Palpatine and his reactions to the latest events ? The moore horrible he is, the best!

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Coruscant is in
uproar.

The Jedi are gone
and no one can quite believe it as only a what is seemingly required
to run the temple now remains in the giant building.

Sidious is in rage
as he throws a tantrum in the safety of his own vault at home,
throwing items around with the Force as he screams in rage while
wondering how he has lost control of the boy and his spies.

The official
statement is that the Jedi feel they can not claim they are
politically neutral when they are suited so close to the government
of the Republic, especially now that they have become mired into the
war as its General instead of the peacekeepers they are suppose to
be.

People are
whispering about it, the opinion divided but Sidious can’t help but
feel that Al’Verde is the influencing point in this.

And the clones.

Sidious screams in
rage.

He can’t even use
the clones!

They are all
unchipped thanks to karking Kenobi and Sidious imagines holding the
man under lightning until his eyeballs pop from the heat and leak out
of his own eyes.

‘And Skywalker,
the boy did not even tell me!’ Sidious panted as he stared at
the utter destruction of the furniture and trinkets around him, his
mind buzzing with the concept that he did not have as much control of
the Jedi knight as he thought he had.

Plans would have to
be remade and loyalties questioned.

()()()

Smiling as the
newest clones were decanted, Obi-Wan watched the little ones as older
vode rocked the little babies that would get to grow at their own
pace. It had taken several vode to figure out how to reverse the
process of their aging but they had eventually managed it thanks to
advanced science they had studied.

These ones weren’t
going to be forced into war, not like the others had been.

Obi-Wan would have
to fight with that guilt for the rest of his life for what he had
done but he couldn’t see any other way to fight against the Sith lord
and steal the army out from under them.

He just hoped that…
maybe one day the vode and his own clones would forgive him for what
he had done towards them but at least now they were going to have
more freedom.

‘And thanks to
the Jedi we now have space to grow, not just staying on Kamino under
the kaminoan’s thumbs and exploitation,’ He let out a deep breath
and turned to head outside to rejoin the building effort. ‘Now we
just need to get out from the Senate’s exploitation… yippeee.’
He thought wryly to himself before smiling as he stepped out into the
sun, turning his eyes to the temple.

It was starting to
become an impressive sight honestly, days of work with the combined
effort of Jedi and troopers being effective in cleaning, rebuilding
and expanding the grand temple to make it as impressive as the
Coruscant temple.

All the children
had moved into the temple by now, the creche being set as top
priority by all to finish up and repair to out most satisfaction for
their safety so they could sleep in the warmth and comfort instead of
being chilled by draft or worrying about dampness from water.

The fact that he
could build something not for war…

It was somehow a
healing experience to see something peaceful rise, something that
would shelter and it patched parts of Obi-Wan heart and soul that had
hardened and withered away as he had build an army out of troopers
and engaged in a galaxy wide slavery he would never be able to
forgive himself for, not truly.

But maybe with
time, some acceptance of what he had done could be earned.

For now he would
just live with the guilt and continue on wards.

With Jango and
Boba.

reaading this latest Police and Library made me wonder… how did the first meeting with Anaking go and why are all the Fetts afraid of his reaction?

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Pinching the bridge
of his nose as he sat back in the couch, Jango breathed out heavily.
“Alright, tell me about Anakin, what kind of person is he since you
think he’ll be hard to convince?” He murmured out.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
honestly told him to much about Anakin personality wise except that
he adored mechanics and was practically a savant when it came to
machines. So all Jango really knew of the stepbrother was that he was
indeed Obi-Wan’s stepbrother, was an older child when he was
adopted by Tahl and Qui-Gon and had a thing for machines.

Oh and he was
protective of Obi-Wan since he was constantly ringing after the
hostage situation.

Sipping his juice,
Cody seemed to mull over the question before shrugging as he put his
feet on the table since Obi-Wan wasn’t there to see him do it.
“He’s a bright kid for sure, has a sunny grin and a happy
deposition but has a scary rage if you set him off and he’s
massively protective and possessive of the people in his
life.” He tapped his fingers against the glass a bit.

Jango frowned at
that description.

“Ey,” Cody cut
in on the train of thoughts. “He’s not bad about it, just…
he has this thing where he’s scared about being abandoned as far as
I understand, being in foster care messed him up in the head.” He
sighed deeply.

Grunting a bit
while leaning forward with his elbows to his knees, Jango stared at
his cousin. “Cody, possessive doesn’t generally mean good
things…” He trailed off.

Which Cody shrugged
at. “No but the last boyfriend Obi-Wan had turned out to be a
convicted murder,” He paused, taking a sip of juice. “Of their
last boyfriend. Which Anakin found out and promptly sent the man
packing once Obi-Wan was told since the guy admitted he was in prison
but he played it off as unpaid parking tickets.” Cody said grimly.

Rubbing his face
with a little groan, Jango nodded. “Which of course validated
Anakin’s nature of both protectiveness and possessiveness.” He
muttered with a deep sigh, feeling like he had been doing that since
he had bought the ring now resting innocently on the table in front
of him in a velvet blue box.

Humming, Cody
finished off his glass with juice. “To be fair, Anakin doesn’t
scare people out of anyone’s life but he’s cautious about them
until he’s sure they won’t hurt his family or friends though with
him friends become extended family once you get past his barriers.”

Peering at the
other cop, Jango mulled over that. “How long did it take you to get
past his barriers?” He finally asked.

Barking out a
laugh, Cody shook his head. “Oh it took me five years, five years
of being Obi-Wan’s best friend with little Anakin clinging to
Obi-Wan’s hand each time I came over to visit or we meetup.” He
continued laughing.

But once more Jango
frowned. “I thought Obi-Wan said he was an older kid when he was
adopted?” He puzzled on the ‘little’ comment.

“You’re old in
the foster system when you’re nine and traumatized,” Cody got to
his feet, intent on going to help Rex with dinner clearly though he
paused before shrugging as if coming to a decision. “Look, Anakin
is better about letting people in now. Tahl and Qui-Gon made damn
sure he got help when he came into their home, helped him adjust,
got him to therapists and on medication. He’s a good kid.” He
said firmly before heading to the kitchen.

Watching the other
go, Jango returned his eyes to the box with the ring, letting out a
small grunt of understanding even though he wasn’t sure Cody could
hear it. ‘So… I just gotta prove I’m not there to steal Obi-Wan
away forever and that I won’t hurt him?’ He let out a deep breath through
his nose before shrugging.

He’d done hard
tasks before and as his father had always said, something worthwhile
was worth working hard for.

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Pinching the bridge
of his nose as he sat back in the couch, Jango breathed out heavily.
“Alright, tell me about Anakin, what kind of person is he since you
think he’ll be hard to convince?” He murmured out.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
honestly told him to much about Anakin personality wise except that
he adored mechanics and was practically a savant when it came to
machines. So all Jango really knew of the stepbrother was that he was
indeed Obi-Wan’s stepbrother, was an older child when he was
adopted by Tahl and Qui-Gon and had a thing for machines.

Oh and he was
protective of Obi-Wan since he was constantly ringing after the
hostage situation.

Sipping his juice,
Cody seemed to mull over the question before shrugging as he put his
feet on the table since Obi-Wan wasn’t there to see him do it.
“He’s a bright kid for sure, has a sunny grin and a happy
deposition but has a scary rage if you set him off and he’s
massively protective and possessive of the people in his
life.” He tapped his fingers against the glass a bit.

Jango frowned at
that description.

“Ey,” Cody cut
in on the train of thoughts. “He’s not bad about it, just…
he has this thing where he’s scared about being abandoned as far as
I understand, being in foster care messed him up in the head.” He
sighed deeply.

Grunting a bit
while leaning forward with his elbows to his knees, Jango stared at
his cousin. “Cody, possessive doesn’t generally mean good
things…” He trailed off.

Which Cody shrugged
at. “No but the last boyfriend Obi-Wan had turned out to be a
convicted murder,” He paused, taking a sip of juice. “Of their
last boyfriend. Which Anakin found out and promptly sent the man
packing once Obi-Wan was told since the guy admitted he was in prison
but he played it off as unpaid parking tickets.” Cody said grimly.

Rubbing his face
with a little groan, Jango nodded. “Which of course validated
Anakin’s nature of both protectiveness and possessiveness.” He
muttered with a deep sigh, feeling like he had been doing that since
he had bought the ring now resting innocently on the table in front
of him in a velvet blue box.

Humming, Cody
finished off his glass with juice. “To be fair, Anakin doesn’t
scare people out of anyone’s life but he’s cautious about them
until he’s sure they won’t hurt his family or friends though with
him friends become extended family once you get past his barriers.”

Peering at the
other cop, Jango mulled over that. “How long did it take you to get
past his barriers?” He finally asked.

Barking out a
laugh, Cody shook his head. “Oh it took me five years, five years
of being Obi-Wan’s best friend with little Anakin clinging to
Obi-Wan’s hand each time I came over to visit or we meetup.” He
continued laughing.

But once more Jango
frowned. “I thought Obi-Wan said he was an older kid when he was
adopted?” He puzzled on the ‘little’ comment.

“You’re old in
the foster system when you’re nine and traumatized,” Cody got to
his feet, intent on going to help Rex with dinner clearly though he
paused before shrugging as if coming to a decision. “Look, Anakin
is better about letting people in now. Tahl and Qui-Gon made damn
sure he got help when he came into their home, helped him adjust,
got him to therapists and on medication. He’s a good kid.” He
said firmly before heading to the kitchen.

Watching the other
go, Jango returned his eyes to the box with the ring, letting out a
small grunt of understanding even though he wasn’t sure Cody could
hear it. ‘So… I just gotta prove I’m not there to steal Obi-Wan
away forever and that I won’t hurt him?’ He let out a deep breath through
his nose before shrugging.

He’d done hard
tasks before and as his father had always said, something worthwhile
was worth working hard for.

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Crashing through the trash and hitting
hard enough to crush through the crumbling duracrete wall, Obi-Wan
gave a cry of pain as he felt something in his chest shatter as he
finally came to a standstill but couldn’t take a moment to check as
the hum of the lightstaff was already in motion again.

Forced to roll away, Obi-Wan barely
avoided the red blade that had clipped him five times already in the
last five minutes.

‘Sithspit!’ Obi-Wan struggled to
his feet, the Force aiding him in numbing his ribs as he blocked the
saber as the zabrak sneered at him with bloodthirsty delight, yellow
and red-rimmed eyes sparking with his desire to murder Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had just wanted to visit Jango
before the Duke returned to Mandalore, the last of his negotiations
with the Senate wrapping up in a satisfactory manner but had been
lured away by flashes of darkness that Obi-Wan as a Jedi had been
oath bound to investigate.

Yet he had not expected to find a
kriffing Sith of all things
on Coruscant!

They were suppose
to be extinct and yet here one was about to kriffing murder Obi-Wan,
the zabrak a violent and terrifying example of the enemy of old
because Obi-Wan feared he would not survive this encounter at all as
the Sith was trashing him with what seemed like ease.

Or maybe it was
that the other had gotten the drop on him, had tapped his left thigh
with the staff before the dueling even began properly and thereby
slowing Obi-Wan down.

Force at this point
all Obi-Wan could hope for was that someone had summoned Jedi from
the temple since the Judicial could not do much against a kriffing
Sith.

Hopefully someone
with a brain had seen it and anonymously reported the lightsaber
battle happening in the bowels of Coruscant slums.

‘But
I might be dead by the time someone arrives!’ Obi-Wan barely
managed to parry the next lunge of the Sith’s saber in time, his
arms screaming in exhaustion even as he tried to build an opening by
feinting to the left but attacking from the right.

No dice, the Sith
expected that and just sneered at him, his victory already assured in
the yellow eyes.

Obi-Wan could see
his death in those eyes.

‘I wish I could
see Jango one last time.’ He thought hopelessly to himself before
preparing himself, preparing himself for the short end and hoping
that at least someone interrupted the Sith so he wouldn’t take
Obi-Wan’s saber with him.

Only…

Blasters impact at
the zabrak’s feet, forcing him away from Obi-Wan as he turns his
head upwards to a spot high over Obi-Wan’s head with a sneer of
rage before snarling out loud as he’s forced further and further
away from the exhausted and wounded Jedi by more blaster shots.

Confused for a
moment, Obi-Wan jerked to and almost severed a limb from one of his
saviors as Bo suddenly landed beside him.

“Kenobi, easy
there.” She snapped out, blaster in one hand while more shots were
fired over them.

‘Must be her
team… Jango had me followed again.’ Obi-Wan thought with some
hysteria before disengaging his saber and wrapping his arm around his
ribs as the Sith was forced on the run, the skilled Mandalorian’s
shots coming too close to comfort.

Obi-Wan
felt the eyes on him one last time before the zabrak disappeared into
the dark, the red sabers disengaging and letting him fade into the
shadows with his own black clothes even as two of Bo’s team tried
to pursue him, their jetpacks
filling the alley with sound.

“You smell like
trash,” Bo said and Obi-Wan turned his head to her to find the
woman wrinkling her nose at him as her helmet was under her arm. She
narrowed her eyes and plucked at something on his shoulder. “Is
this fruit peel and duracrete?” She asked with some amount of
horror.

Quirking his lips,
Obi-Wan nodded towards the hole in the crumbling duracrete wall. “I
came through there.” He rasped, watching Bo turn her head to stare
at it.

For a
long moment neither said anything even as the two hunters returned to
inform they had lost the target. Finally Bo turned his head back to
him with narrowed eyes. “You actually rolled through trash and went
through a karking wall,” She said with some amount of dryness that
had Obi-Wan shrugging his shoulders before hissing as that aggravated
his ribs, not to mention the rest of his wounds. “That can wait,”
Bo said briskly, grasping him a bit kinder by the shoulder. “We
need to get you to a medic.”

Giving
the woman a faint smile, Obi-Wan nodded as he started walking the way
she pushed with the rest of her team dropping down from the buildings
around. “I would kindly appreciate a medic yes.” He agreed,
taking shallow breaths so not to harm himself. ‘Least I get to see
Jango before he leaves.’ Obi-Wan thought tiredly to himself while
wondering how the kriff he was going to inform the council he
encountered Sith on
Coruscant of all places right beneath the temples noses. “…Bo-Katana,
you wouldn’t happen to have a cam on your armor would you?”

She quirked her
brow. “My helmet has automatic record function yes, why?” Bo
questioned in some suspicion.

Feeling relief in
his bones, Obi-Wan smiled meekly at her as he saw the skycar he was
being lead towards. “Oh, just need evidence. Could I kindly have a
copy?” He asked hopefully before grunting and falling forward the
blackness that had threatened him since Bo had landed finally took
over. ‘Well so much for that conversation.’