Jedi council

Could we get some more LordOfGrief? What’s gonna happen when they finally get to back to the temple? What will happen to Obi-Wan? Will the rest of the Council’s hearts break because of just HOW MUCH grief poor Obi had to be able to fall?

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There isn’t even an attempt to hide.

If there is one thing
Obi-Wan has always done, he has faced the consequences of his actions
head on and therefore he walks beside Anakin with his hood down and
his yellow eyes on display, doing nothing to hide his Fallen status
or hiding away his Force aura, noticeably darker.

He does pretend however to
not see the Sentinels following him or the people dropping things or
staring at him in shock or dismay.

What do they know.

Obi-Wan’s situation is…
well not unique.

Though some of the shock
may also be due to the bound CIS General hovering behind him and
Anakin, escorted by clone troopers.

There is something really
strange about walking in the Light while you yourself is broken apart
Obi-Wan would have to admit as they finally meet with the Council
members in the temple.

Yoda, Mace, Adi, Plo,
Ka-Adi, Even and Depa all stare at him in various degrees of shock
that Obi-Wan does nothing to reassure them about, even as Anakin
shifts closer to him, his aura protective as Obi-Wan placidly stares
at his fellow council members.

Though for how long.

Finally, it seems Mace
shakes himself enough to wave for the Sentinels to step forward,
Anakin tensing beside Obi-Wan. “The Sentinels will take Grievous to
the cells for now, The council will… convene in the chamber, to
discuss the details of this incident with Kenobi and Skywalker.” He
managed to choke out, eyes still disbelieving as he stared at
Obi-Wan.

‘Well, this will be
interesting.’ Obi-Wan thought to himself even as he bowed his head.

Then he reached for his
saber, all Jedi except Anakin tensing and then looking awkward when
all Obi-Wan did was hand his saber to his former padawan. “Look
after that would you Anakin. I believe it’s best I don’t have it
on hand myself.” He noted calmly.

Anakin, an ounce of
reluctance on his face, tucked the saber obediently onto his belt.
“Of course master.” He murmured, his flesh hand coming to rest on
Obi-Wan’s shoulder, showing his support without a word crossing his
lips as his only functioning hand rested trustingly on Obi-Wan.

While most of his body was
now healed, his mech hand still needed repairs.

Turning his head, Obi-Wan
nodded to his commander. “I will see you later.” He murmured
assuringly, feeling Cody’s worry spike even as the commander
saluted in understanding.

()()()

Anakin isn’t sure what
is going to happen.

He feels on edge, guarded
and tense in a way he has only felt in when there’s a battle to be
and he doesn’t like the fact that he can feel the same thing in his
home.

It
makes him uneasy as he wants to hide Obi-Wan away from every staring
Jedi even as he answers and recounts the incident that lead to his
capture by Grievous until when his memories get fuzzy. He feels more
than he sees Obi-Wan twitch with something close to anger each time
Anakin recounts how Grievous gloated when he injured Anakin.

‘Any
other time, a year, a month, a week
ago and I would have scoffed at the idea of Obi-Wan caring for me…’
Anakin mused as Obi-Wan, emotionless
in his recounting
what had happened to Grievous, what he had done, the outright
torture he had happened upon the
cyborg.

And
through it all, the council listened, some with hands closer to their
sabers than others and some watching Obi-Wan as if he was a
particular interesting bug.

Anakin
was honestly grateful that Shaak Ti was away on Kamino, her
expression of disgust…

“Why?”
Yoda finally croaked, the old man leaning forward, something akin to
despair in that one syllable that made Anakin want to bristle.

Obi-Wan
quietly stared back, almost ponderously as he didn’t pretend not to
understand the question. Then he shook his head. “You may be old
and you may understand grief and loss Master Yoda… but you don’t
understand this…” He trailed off then he shrugged, a small smile
crossing his face.

Anakin
blinked at his master, wondering what the hell the other was talking
about even as something close to panic uncapped in his stomach. Why
wasn’t Obi-Wan defending himself?

He
had to defend himself or the order mi-a gasp escaped him, sudden, gut
wrenching pain erupted in his chest.

It
felt like when his mother died but worse somehow, there was no anger
to dampen the grief, only bottomless, encompassing grief that made
him want to howl in physical pain and yet a tired sort of acceptance
mingled with a helpless sort of desperation.

And
then it was gone, Anakin gasping for air as he knelt on the council
floor, his face pressed to Obi-Wan’s hip as he clung to the others
robe, Obi-Wan’s hand gently petting through his hair. “It’s
alright Anakin, it’s alright. Calm down dear one…” Obi-Wan
whispered and Anakin whimpered when the man shifted only to relax
when he felt Obi-Wan kneel down to hug him. A warm, callused hand
rubbed at his back, Obi-Wan holding him tenderly and Anakin spared a
thought for embarrassment that the council could see him like this
before it disappeared with his desperate need for comfort.

If
he had been able to look around, he would have seen all the council
members either hugging themselves, crying or looking like they wanted
to vomit, the sensation of Obi-Wan’s overwhelming grief in their
veins still echoing.

“Now
you know I love you dear one,” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, Anakin
hiccuping into his shoulder. “It’s alright though. I won’t let
you forget it again.” Obi-Wan continued with a little hum, still
watching the council even as he comforted his former padawan,
pressing the man into his chest as best he could.

Knowing
he was snotting the others shoulder and yet not caring, Anakin
tightened his remaining hand in Obi-Wan’s back tunic, hiccuping
harshly as he tried to bring himself back together.

How
could one man hold so much grief… and yet remain so kind?

It starts with blood was so good! I like how open Qui-gon is with Obi about his issues. Hes not beating around the bush. And what name does Obi pick?

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Watching the Jedi council as he stood at Qui-Gon’s side with the
warm sunlight streaming in through the large windows, Obi-Wan
suppressed his desire to smile when he felt his robe move where he
had done his own edit to the garment this morning.

The
pocket containing his pet.

In the
end, he had named him for Iri, which was short for Iridescence, due
to his color changing nature and after a bit of holonet searching,
which had been overwhelming if he was honest and he had needed
Qui-Gon’s help quite a bit, Obi-Wan had also been able to find an
instruction on how to sew a pocket for the animal on inside his robe.

Apparently
a common practice for the people who had these pouch rats, since most
of them were therapy pet and not just pets bought at random or given
to children.

And
because they were highly intelligent and easily trained, they had
been breed by certain core members throughout the centuries to
produce the perfect rats to make them perfect pets for anyone that
could stand rodents.

That
however also made it impossible to integrate these particular rats
back into the wild.

The
wild versions of these rats were smaller to make hiding easier, their
fur were tougher and coarser and their coloration were a lot muter
than the sharp shade of red, yellow, blue and purple Obi-Wan got to
see Iri turn.

It
made sense but it was also saddening in a manner as it meant that a
mutation in the species had been breed and breed and breed until they
got what was most ‘desirable’ to sell them to the public and
while Obi-Wan was grateful to have Iri, it also saddened him so much
to see the exploration of the species.

Qui-Gon
had quietly informed him of such practice in farming, pet trade and
such that left certain animals practically breed to ruins for the
most ‘profitable’ result.

It had
not been a pleasant conversation.

But
Iri at least was in perfect health and from a well reputed trader
that didn’t engage in bad practices from what Qui-Gon told him.

He was
inclined to believe Qui-Gon honestly, the man was always willing to
debate with Obi-Wan, listening to the teachings his new, rather
unique padawan had.

He had
been particularly interested in how in the world the ghosts had
taught Obi-Wan if they couldn’t touch.

That
however was a misunderstanding Obi-Wan had to explain.

They
could touch the world, work with the Force…but not for prolonged
moments.

All
three of them effected the living world to some degree with Patia
being the strongest and able to move physical things around,
sometimes even large rocks though she would need rest after that, she
had once opened up a well when in the first three years of Obi-Wan’s
life in the temple, water had become an issue.

She
had been invisible for two weeks after that, Viruta having to take
over and using the letters they had already written to teach Obi-Wan
new words as her voice was the only thing that reached Obi-Wan.

His
ghost family had tried with what they had, fetching items like
clothes and occasional food items through Force nexus that connected
to other places but there was only so much they could do as Qui-Gon
had said, they had done their best.

Tried
their best to provide for a child they hadn’t been prepared to take
in that had landed in their mist.

‘And
I am well taught,’ Obi-Wan mused to himself before sneakily sliding
his hand through the large sleeve to gently rub Iri’s head inside
the robe, pinching the robe sleeve with the other one to make it seem
like he was still standing with his hands inside each sleeve. ‘My,
these sleeves are so large, I could hide so many bread rolls inside
it…’ He mused with some amazement before jerking a bit as he
noticed how quiet it was with everyone looking at him, flushing when he glanced at Qui-Gon to see
the amused look on his face.

“Caught
in your own thoughts padawan?” He chuckled, mildly fond of tone and
his eyes glittering with emotions that he didn’t quite know how to
read or feel through the bond even as Obi-Wan’s flush deepened
until his ears and neck were surely a deep red more akin to the blood
deep color Iri turned.

Clearing
his throat, master Windu got their attention, his eyes on Obi-Wan
with his lips twitching faintly with suppressed amusement. “Your
master seems to feel that you may be able to handle some missions
away from Coruscant, as long as it’s not in any major metropolis
with too many people or creatures. And the healers also feel that you
may do good with coming away from Coruscant for a bit as you are more
used to a life on a planet with… less pollution,” That was one
way of putting it Obi-Wan mused to himself. “But what do you say
Padawan Kenobi? Do you feel ready to take on a mission?” The master
of the order leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

Rubbing
Iri’s head while feeling Qui-Gon’s support in their bond, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly before nodding. “I do believe I might be ready
masters, I defer to the wisdom of my elders and I do feel like I
might be able to handle some under Master Qui-Gon’s guidance.” He
stated, feeling excitement in his veins.

It was
time for another step into the galaxy.

ReporttoSanate: what heppens next? The Jedi consul knows about Who the Sith is. At least they are away but how does the order feel about it? The clones? Like, honestly, is a strike force being organized?

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Everything was just coming down all at once now, wasn’t it?

They had escaped the war
mongering Senate and settled in to build a new life while also
finding a very suitable solution to getting the troopers recognized
as citizens only to be told about the biochips that could snap their
wills that were inside every trooper.

They needed to do
something about that still.

Then Senator Organa had
suddenly called them and now they had a Sith
on Coruscant, and not just any Sith but the Sith master himself,
leading the merry hydra that was the Senate.

In
the highest position of power.

No
wonder the war had been going to shit for all these
years and Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but wonder what the man had planned with all the troopers once
everything was said and done.

He
just wanted to return to bed where he knew Cody would be waiting for
him.

Warm
and comfortable with all his ‘sons’ throwing teasing ‘dad’
comments when they saw him and how most of them were still taunting
Cody with ‘buir’ comments from time to time.

Was
it really too much to ask?

Considering
they were stuck in their makeshift council chamber for the entire
twenty four hour cycle, it certainly seemed that way, especially as
they were leaning towards the twenty fifth soon and several council
members had already been hailed by their concerned troopers a few
times and Cody, as the highest ranking clone trooper, had outright
entered the council chamber.

Though
to be fair, he had done so with food and water for all, a knowing and
resigned look in his eyes.

He
knew them too well and he also knew that they had to make sacrifices
right now as they needed to find solutions but Obi-Wan was honestly
getting a headache that was very close to a migraine at this point.

“I don’t think we can
remove every troopers chip,” Shaak rubbed her chin slowly, her
lekkus twitching with agitation and sleep deprivation. “There’s
just too many and brain surgery, even in our day and age, is a
sensitive thing. The brain is a tender thing.” She noted with a
worried frown.

For several long moments,
no one said anything until finally Kit sat up a bit, looking around.
“We might not be able to remove them and deactivating them is
uncertain, but could we rewrite them?” He queried, receiving
puzzled looks in return. “They’re biochips right? They run on a
signal but that also means they should be able to be rewritten like
most pieces of engineered hardware with software, yes?” His
tentacles twitched as his black eyes bounced between fellow council
members.

The more technically
advanced members opened their mouths only to shut them again seconds
later, falling into contemplative silences.

He wasn’t wrong, per
say, the biochips were a mixing of technology and bio engineering but
that didn’t mean he was also right.

It would be a difficult
thing test and could take a lot of time, time they may not have with
the CIS and the Republic at war.

“I could work on it,”
Anakin rubbed his chin, frowning heavily. “But I’d need help of
someone knowledgeable with tissue and healers and a few other
technically advanced people, particularly people who are
knowledgeable about medical technology.” He glanced around.

“A wizard with
technology young Skywalker has always been,” Yoda tapped his cane
on the floor, looking around. “Our best bet this may be, to rescue
ourselves and the rest of the galaxy. Ideas for others someone has?”
His ears perked slowly.

Letting out contemplative
sounds, everyone started to brainstorm who could be of aid in such an
endeavor.

They still had a long
night to go and Obi-Wan bolstered himself with the Force for the
fiftieth time that day alone. ‘I just wanted a warm bed with Cody
in it…’ He sulked quietly.

What happens next in Candleinthedark???

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When
the truth comes out, none of them are prepared for it, none of them
expect it despite seeing the state of the little Jedi.

But
apparently the news is worse than they could have expected.

“What
do you mean all the bonds he carries are broken?” Mace questioned
incredulously, glancing over his shoulder to where Obi-Wan was still
sitting quietly on the medbay, once more tucked up in Qui-Gon’s
clothes with a blanket wrapped around himself.

He
was trembling faintly.

Che
pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, they’ve been broken for
a few days at the very least, before he came to this universe from
wherever he was pulled from. Wherever he is from, the Jedi he once
was bonded to are long dead and gone into the Force.” She stated
seriously.

That
did explain a few things in Qui-Gon’s eyes though.

He
had only very reluctantly moved from Obi-Wan, not wanting to leave
the reluctantly relaxing Jedi behind to pull up his walls again but
he also wanted the information Che had.

It
was good he did.

The
broken bonds was of particular interest to him.

The
clean bill of physical health was a nice bonus but that didn’t make
the mental and emotional part any better, adding on top broken
bonds from every person Obi-Wan had ever bonded to, most likely the
same people who the original Sith Obi-Wan from this universe once
had.

The
reverse was that they no longer had that bond.

All
those broken bonds in one person… it was mind boggling.

“What
about the height?” Plo suddenly murmured, breaking
Qui-Gon from his musings on broken bonds,
the kel dor
tapping his fingers together in front of himself in a triangle shape.
“You say he measures a meter and fifty five
cm. Or five
point one feet,” Here he nodded to Oppo, to inform the other Sith
lord
what the height would be in his measurement, the
other Sith nodding in understanding.
“Where is the rest of his height compared to our Obi-Wan?” He
raised his brow ridges at her.

Tapping
her chest, Che brows furrowed. “My best guess, and that is all it
can be as this is not my field, is that the scar we found was meant
to kill him. However when he was transported, the Force pulled matter
to heal the injury while also transporting him,
but that matter had to come from somewhere, which seems to have been
his own body, making him smaller.
That is my theory at least though it is not my field and I can simply
make guesses.” She stated sternly.

It
did mirror Qui-Gon’s theory and he nodded in agreement slowly,
still keeping a tab on Obi-Wan in case he moved.

So
far he hadn’t, only remained curled up on the bed with his legs
tucked beneath him since the Sith moved away to discuss.

He
just seemed so tired.

But
with that many bonds broken, that would actually be natural.

‘He
should be in a coma still honestly, that many bonds breaking at once
should have drained him and left him in exhaustion. Then there is the
way he avoids looking at Anakin…’ Qui-Gon mused to himself,
glancing at his apprentice, only to find yellow eyes already watching
him.

The
younger Sith wasn’t as stupid as some thought him to be and as he
sometimes behaved, it was better for some to believe you were stupid
and use that to your advantage.

Anakin
may not be the best wordsmith… but Qui-Gon had taught him the skill
of acting and using fear to his advantage.

“The
end is that this Obi-Wan is quite the damaged soul and he is not
quite like our Obi-Wan was.” Che finished, frowning faintly.

“Form
bonds like your Obi-Wan, he does not seem to,” Yoda croaked, large
golden eyes narrowed at the healer. “As natural as breathing,
Obi-Wan formed connection to everyone, fighting against it useless it
was. Natural it was to him, defense mechanism of native Stewjoni it
was…but lacking it is here.” He turned his head, peering at the
curled up Jedi.

Clearly
feeling the gaze, Obi-Wan gave a short glance up before looking back
down, pulling his legs in under himself as he pulled the blanket
taunt around himself.

Trying
to hide away despite sitting in the bright light on top of the bed.

Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon pursed his lips. “My question would be this,
would our old Obi-Wan’s bond be enough to create a bond to this
Obi-Wan?” He stated quietly, glancing between Che and the Jedi.

Shrugging
slightly, Che sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine, my specialty
is the body, not the mind.”

They
had a few answers but were left with more question.

Qui-Gon
was going to get the answers.

Itstartswithblood, oh wow, what comes next? Maybe the Jedi order?

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He’s
delivering a report when it happens.

A
sheer shimmering shape comes into view, sending most of the council
onto their feet in surprise as the shape is no holo and Qui-Gon steps
back hurriedly,
his hand falling to his saber out of instincts before registering
that the Force is simply calm.

At
ease.

And
then the shape is clear, a woman, a keshiri
if Qui-Gon was to take a wild stab and for some odd reason, he mostly
took notice of her bare feet.

What
he should have noticed noticed mostly was the sheer body.

Sheer,
see through, the colors barely there.

A
ghost.

She
smiled and bowed lightly. “Greetings Jedi order, I am Master Patia
Faci-Marta of the Je’daii order. I have favor to ask.” She had
started with, throwing the council and a shocked Qui-Gon into a
ruckus the man hadn’t seen since he had forsworn
Feemor.

And
that lead to this moment, standing in the bowls of the temple in
dusty rooms lit by torches they brought with them,
in long forgotten and unused rooms as they waited for a certain
Obi-Wan Kenobi to come through a Force nexus prepared
by the ghosts.

They
had picked out one of the ancient ritual halls, Yoda and Master Patia
doing it together as, according to her, it would be easier to set it
up since parts of an old Je’daii temple had once been used to build
this part of the temple.

And
when they inspected the room after she left, they had indeed found
some brickwork that had the ancient symbol of the Je’daii on it.

It
was strange to think there were ghosts that existed of what came
before the Jedi and the Sith, the originator of the Jedi order itself
but honestly, Qui-Gon wasn’t sure if that was the strangest thing
about it all.

Sliding
closer to Mace, Qui-Gon raised a brow when he got the man’s
attention. “Think they’ll manage this?” He questioned lowly,
curious.

His
words of course was caught by everyone but they were polite enough
not to interject themselves into the conversation.

Mace
shrugged, raising a hand to rub his chin. “Force ghosts of a long
dead order, opening a Force nexus to send someone through. I mean,
I’ve heard of strange things but…” He trailed off and Qui-Gon
nodded.

They
were the Jedi order, they heard of insane things all the times and
not all of them were Force related after all.

But
this was almost too much even for them to swallow!

And
then this boy that was going to come.

Obi-Wan
the ghost
had called him, telling the council and Qui-Gon, that they feared for
his health, that living among ghosts were no way for someone to live
and that they worried about skin starvation.

Not
to mention the rest of his education.

Her
request had been simple.

Train
the boy.

Allow
him into the temple and train him in the ways of the Jedi if so be,
so that he could join others and be among those like himself.

And
more than that, give him companionship that he sorely lacked.

According
to Master Patia, this Obi-Wan had been isolated in the temple for the
last seven years, having only been an abused child when he arrived
and that had boiled Qui-Gon’s blood, hearing about this child’s
own family
hurting him.

The
ghosts had done what they could for him but could only do so much
with no physical bodies and the idea of someone being seven years
without a physical touch…

It
disturbed Qui-Gon if he was honest, the child was bound to be touch
starved even before he reached the ghosts if he was only used to his
parents cruel touches.

Finally,
everyone focused when the Force seemed to swirl and then what could
only be described as a black portal of about four meter height
appeared against the brick wall identified as having come from the
Je’daii.

Qui-Gon
held his breath, the Force suddenly humming in satisfaction in his
ear and he wanted to look away to glance at the others but couldn’t.

Master
Patia appeared by the portal, peering around before looking back and
then… a foot came through, wearing a clearly well past it’s prime
mended boot, followed by a hand and an arm wearing haphazardly
patched tunic in gray and then came the rest of the body, sporting
leggings in the same off gray with a black sash around his waist and
a coil of leather that must be a makeshift belt with what was clearly
a lightsaber hilt hanging on.

Obi-Wan
Kenobi was not a child.

He
was a young man of seventeen from the sight of it with darkish copper
red hair that Qui-Gon would bet turned golden in the sun and bright
green eyes, awkwardly standing beside his Je’daii master with a
handmade leather bag in his hand, most likely possessing all his
meager earthly possessions as the man looked around, both curious and
wary.

The
Force crooned even louder in Qui-Gon’s ear as Obi-Wan’s eyes
finally meet his and Qui-Gon felt something slot
into place as green eyes widened.

Around
them, the world continued, Yoda and Patia speaking but Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon didn’t look away from each other, one shocked to the core
and the other confused and frightened despite only the confusion
being apparent to everyone else.

But
to Qui-Gon, the new bond
he had just gotten told him everything he needed to know about the
young man standing in front of them.

Confused,
scared and sick.

I kinda want more FusedTogether, like what’s the councils reaction to Oni??

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It
was bound to happen.

Both
Obi-Wan and Anakin had been aware that they wouldn’t be able to
keep Oni a secret for life, especially not with the war but Force had
they tried.

When
the fusion had been required, Obi-Wan and Anakin had always fibbed in
the reports, had made sure other Jedi weren’t there to witness them
in the moment of fusion.

On
the battlefield however it had been impossible and fusing in full
view had been necessary to defend and fight when they were both
exhausted and worn down with people hurt and dying around them.

It
was something neither Anakin or Obi-Wan could abide.

That
did also mean that once they were in front of the council, they would
have to confess.

That
their care to each other ran so much deeper than ‘proper’ for a
Jedi.

Because
Obi-Wan and Anakin only needed a touch to fuse, didn’t need any
moments to gather themselves or even twine together to fuse.

Just
a touch and their minds would meld and the gathered sums of them
became a whole, Oni became real.

The
sum of them.

The
sum they had kept hidden.

The
sign of how deeply connected they were on all levels.

Anakin
glanced at Obi-Wan,
both equally done
with the low buzz of disapproval and the questions and Anakin was
just kinda done dealing with it as a raised a brow.

Letting
out a sigh, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his beard before shrugging and
reaching out, resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“Master
Ken-” Mace couldn’t finish his sentence before the two lit up and
slid into each other, Oni coming back as easily as if it was just
them breathing, the fusion pulling his hair out of his face as he
eyed the council while
crossing the bottom pair over his chest.

The
council stared back.

Finally
Oni raised his left
upper hand,
waving lightly before gathering himself and bowing slightly instead.
“Masters, Obi-Wan and Anakin were getting kind of done, so they
figured it was best to let me handle this and all the questions.
Since they pertain to me and all.” He settled, his
uncrossed
hands sliding into the voluminous sleeves of his brown robe.

It
wasn’t the first time the council had seen Oni, he had showed up in
the council chamber before and in the sparring chambers when Obi-Wan
and Anakin were working out. But they had never fused before in the
chamber.

And
they had never had a chance to observe him both with vision and in
the Force.

Mace
face turned from thunderous to lightly confused, settling back in his
seat and then looking to Yoda and then towards Adi before returning
his eyes to Oni.

Oni
simply tilted his head in response.

“You’re…
very light.” Mace finally responded, guarded
and
less a question than a statement.

Oni’s
brows shot up on his face before rubbing the back of his neck,
considering something as he stared at the window above the bald head.
Then his eyes dropped back down at Mace. “I’m two parts of a
whole, settled together, yin and yang, light and dark, love and hate,
fire and water,” Oni smiled slowly. “Anakin’s gaps are filled
by Obi-Wan’s presence and where Obi-Wan does not understand, Anakin
steps up, Two parts, one whole, balanced. Not perfect but…” Oni
shrugged.

“A
better being together than apart,” Yoda croaked suddenly, cutting
through what anyone else might say as he observed Oni. Oni nodded
slightly in agreement. “Filling in for each other, a perfect being,
no. But a perfect partnership.”

A
cocky grin slipped onto Oni’s face, both blue and green eyes
blinking with clear pleasure. “Now there’s a better explanation,
a partnership taken to the max.” He chuckled.

“You
can hold this form indefinitely, can’t you?” Adi suddenly
questioned, leaning forward in interest, stroking
her chin.

Shrugging
a bit, Oni once more seemed to consider the words before answering.
Like Obi-Wan would have.

Where
Anakin had lacks, Obi-Wan filled in and visa verse after all.

“We’ve
never tried but we once spent two months fused during that deep rim
mission the council sent us on. It was easier to survive together
than apart.” Oni confessed.

Both
intrigued and confused, the council could only observe Oni.

And
could only speculate on what the meaning behind it as they had never
heard of anyone managing to remain fused for longer than three weeks
in the Jedi order.

And
what it could mean for the future now that Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t
hiding.

Hi Moddy, any chance for Hoarder Seer update? The reason for Obi picking up a gun? Or maybe some TLC for soon to be daddies? Or better yet cross out the soon to be and make them Daddies for real ^^

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Smashing
through the doors without as much as a ‘how’d you do?’, Anakin
looked around the council chamber wildly even as the surprised holo
of Queen Breha turned around
in his direction,
having obviously heard him open
the doors as fast as he did.

“Obi-Wan’s
attacked?” Anakin got out, his words jumbled up in his own head and not coming out right.

Master
Depa stood quickly and moved over to him, placing her hands on his
shoulders as a sudden rush of calm
entered Anakin’s veins and head, a forceful breath of air escaping
him as he stared at her with wide eyes.

Happily, Depa had understood what Anakin had tried to ask.  “Yes,
he was attacked though we can’t claim this time that it was
directed at him, though with the previous
incidents…”
She trailed off and Anakin let out a low whine in his throat.

With
the Forced calm induced by Master Depa however, he took in the entire
council chamber and it’s occupants.

Every
last one of the order were sporting troubled frowns and Queen Breha
had her arm visibly in a fold, her hair a mess despite obviously
having cleaned up from the attack.

“What…
happened?” He finally got out.

Only
the virtue of being Obi-Wan’s former padawan got Anakin answers
when he was being lead closer so Breha could see him, the queen
focusing on him as she inclined her head carefully.

Obviously
more injured than her image presented with how gingerly she was
moving.

“Master
Kenobi and Master Jinn had only just arrived,” She started,
reiterating the story once more for Anakin sake alone as he kept his
eyes on her. “He was a bit annoyed, clearly his former master and
his lover weren’t letting him do much but he was in otherwise good
mood as he took in the air around the landing platform. One moment
things were fine and then suddenly Master Kenobi stumbled, as if
startled and Master Jinn removed his saber, looking equally
startled…” She trailed off, touching her arm as her face turned
distant.

Anakin
hesitated before cleaning his throat. “Queen Breha?”

She
jumped a bit, shaking her head before giving a shaken smile.
“Apologies, it was… traumatic,” Queen Breha sighed heavily
before shaking her head again. “One moment we were standing in the
crisp air
of Aldera’s outskirts and the next everything was upside down…a
bomb had gone off and everyone was shaken around, the platform was
overturned, people were buried below rubble.” She shook her head,

Anakin
wrapped his arms around himself, eyes wide. “And Obi-Wan?” He
whispered, terror thrumming through him despite Master Depa still
running threads of calm through him.

Queen
Breha hesitated then sighed. “Still alive, Master Jinn managed to
avoid most of the blast and wasn’t injured, he went right to work
with digging people out while my security force aided and summoned
medics and other aid.” Breha murmured, a note of discomfort on her
face.

Still
alive.

Still
alive didn’t mean would stay alive.

And
what about the babies?

Swallowing,
Anakin opened his mouth and closed it again, staring desperately at
her even as he felt a small measure of relief that Qui-Gon was
alright at least.

Shaking
her head, Queen Breha gave him a long look. “We don’t know, the
healers aren’t optimistic. He’s currently in a bacta tube but if
they survive the night…” She helplessly raised her good hand.

Anakin
felt like someone had pulled the carpet out from under him as he
stared at Queen Breha. “…Commander Cody?” He questioned
quietly, his heart thundering.

“Currently
in the medic’s hands too. He’s as well as one can be with him
being as close to the blast,” She stated calmly.

Anakin
turned his head and looked to the council, a request on the tip of
his tongue when Yoda raised a gnarled finger at him. “Travel to
Alderaan you will, quickly you must go. Injured Master Jinn is and
while capable Alderaan is, security Obi-Wan must have.” The old
troll croaked and Anakin could have cried in relief.

As
it was, he simply bowed and turned on his heel, practically running
the same way he had arrived an hour earlier.

He
was going to get his ass to Alderaan and he was damn well going to
make sure there wasn’t another assassination attempt. ‘And woe be
anyone who tries!’ Anakin bared his teeth in the elevator, glaring
at nothing.

Firs
the chancellor and the Senate with their abortion bullshit and now
this!

Someone
had tried to kill his master!

Traumabreaksall. I’m curious. After witnessing their favorite war hero break down over the horrors of said war, what’s the public reaction? Maybe destroying the souls of their peacekeepers in war is not worth it? What was the Senate thinking? Btw, i’m fishing here, trying to figure out your angle for this fic, I already know it will be better than I think :)

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Pressing
his lips together as he appeared in front of the council, Anakin
tucked his hands behind his back as he settled in parade rest,
knowing that Rex and Cody were doing the same behind him even if they
weren’t showing in the holo.

Anakin
didn’t like this, he wanted to be with Obi-Wan.

He
had left the other curled up in the bunk, settled comfortably beneath
several blankets with a water bottle settled on the crate beside the
bed along with his robe should Obi-Wan wake up. Anakin hoped not, he
didn’t want the other waking up alone.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin was surprised when Windu cut him off. “How is
he?” The master of the order asked without as much as a good day.

But
Anakin wasn’t about to call him out about that. Not with the
question the other had asked. “Asleep right now, he wasn’t doing
so good when he fell asleep.” He stated truthfully.

“Still
having his breakdown I imagine,” Depa murmured, leaning forward
with a concerned expression on her face. If Anakin remembered right,
Obi-Wan and her were friends. “We could feel him all the way to
Coruscant.” She murmured, much to Anakin’s initial
surprise.

Blinking,
Anakin stared at him before sighing deeply
in understanding.

He
shouldn’t be shocked.

Obi-Wan
had always been deeply connected to the Force and bonded to many
Jedi, if they could feel the aftershock of Obi-Wan entire psyche
broke down from as far away as Coruscant were then it wasn’t really
a shock.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin contemplated what to say before shaking
his head. “He can’t do this anymore, watching people and places
die because we’re at war. He’s had a break now but he’s not
fully broken, he can recover. But if we continued forward…” He
trailed off, watching the council members exchange long looks.

“We
could get him temporarily reassigned to the temple,” Shaak suddenly
said, pulling a pad into view, scrolling through it. “The healers
would write off on it and the Senate commissioner
can’t argue against that. We can work from there to keep Obi-Wan
away from the front lines at least.” She murmured, frowning at her
pad.

Nodding,
Ka-Adi stroked his chin slowly. “Yes, that would be doable and with
how public his breakdown was and the massive outpouring of support
granted to Obi-Wan, it would be hard for them to argue to send
Obi-Wan back to war if we play our cards right.” He noted calmly.

“We
would have to find someone to take over both Skywalker and Kenobi’s
duties in the meantime,” Plo stated, raising a hand. “It would be
imperative for Kenobi’s health that Skywalker isn’t sent too far
away or in too much danger as he is much too connected to Skywalker.
The same accounts for the 212th
and the 501st.”
He noted with a small frown.

“Assign
their duties elsewhere we can, split them into smaller jobs and
delegate the tasks to other Jedi. Too many jobs Obi-Wan has been
doing regardless, worried the healers have been for a long time.”
Yoda croaked out.

Watching
the council member’s speechlessly, Anakin narrowed in on Ka-Adi’s
words. “Wait, the public? Support?” He questioned a bit
helplessly, unsure what in the Force was going on.

Once
more the council member’s exchanged looks, these long and
uncertain.

“You
don’t know?” Depa gently inquired.

Shaking
his head, Anakin dropped his arms along his sides. “It’s hard to
get news here, at least trustworthy news that’s up to date, so I
haven’t really tried with the feeble channels we have Master
Billaba.” He confessed, a bit nervously.

He
shouldn’t have worried, she just nodded in understanding, stroking
her chin before she looked to Windu to take lead again.

Shifting
forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Windu gave a deep sigh.
“There have been literal demonstrations at the Senate and near the
temple for the war to end and to pull the Jedi back from the front,
in particular you and Kenobi,” He started quietly, hands clasped
together as Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “Petitions to pull
the armies back, to initiate some kind of negotiation, to stop
production of more clones and for clones to be rightfully recognized
as citizens has been rampart. A few Senator’s has been outright
fired for speaking ill of the troopers, since many has rightfully
identified that the last question had with Kenobi being fond of his
clones being the trigger of his breakdown. And then there was the
last few seconds of the shot when the camera saw the battleground…
I don’t think many has seen dead troopers without helmets before.”
Windu noted quietly.

Blinking,
feeling lost and yet hopeful, Anakin stared at him. “Then… what
does that mean for us?” He questioned quietly.

The
council members exchanged looks before Windu shook his head. “For
now? We call Kenobi, you and the troopers back to Coruscant. For the
future? We don’t know,” He murmured, voice weary. “But we can
hope that it means peace finally.”

Peace.

The
word was so fragile and yet held so much meaning.

And
Anakin could do nothing more than hope.

Obi-Wan, the so called perfect Jedi but you and we all know that isn’t strictly true. So how about writing something fun with that?

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Now,
some would say that Obi-Wan was the pinnacle of a ‘perfect’ Jedi,
would hold him on a pedestal and claim that his strive to e a
‘better’ Jedi than those around him was what made him better or
his appearance of being without attachment and obeying laws, rules
and the Council.

Those
people would of course be totally wrong but there wasn’t much
Obi-Wan could do to change that perception as he well knew with
Anakin, who often tooted and rolled his eyes about Obi-Wan being the
Council’s poster boy.

And
if one of the people closest to him couldn’t figure it out…

Well,
fuck, then there’s no hope for the rest, even if Mace and Yoda at
least gets that he has attachment and keep an eye on him at times.

And
therefore it is Obi-Wan’s solemn duty…to kark with their
understanding.

Which
is why he in secret gets heelys implanted into his new boots, working
on them in the dead of the night or in his quarters on the Negotiator
to make sure no one will notice the little wheels now hidden inside
his footwear.

It
takes a month, Obi-Wan would blame that on him fucking up his hand
and needing to take it easy with his right hand and therefore not
being able to do detail work or heavy work but finally they are done
and Obi-Wan tests them out for a bit before giggling in delight.

He’d
deny that though, if anyone figured it out and asked, he’d say loud
laughing.

And
Obi-Wan has the solemn duty to introduce them on his way to the
council meeting, with Anakin at coming with Ahsoka on a day they are
going to meet at said council meeting.

Stepping
out of his quarters, Obi-Wan had to shove his excitement under
several layers of shielding as he gave a bland smile to the knights
outside their own quarters.

And
then he started gliding forward, hearing the hall go silent as he
slid forward easily on the heelys as he had planned.

He
had to contain a wince when he heard something shatter against the
ground, something of glass but he had a meeting to go to and that
meant that he couldn’t stop.

“Obi-Wan,
there you ar-ah!” Anakin stared at him as Obi-Wan slid to his side,
the redhead smiling benevolently up at the other. “Ah… Obi-Wan?”
He swallowed, Ahsoka peering around her master with wide eyes at the
master Jedi.

“Yes
Anakin? Is there something wrong?” Obi-Wan questioned warmly,
beaming at the other while inwardly trying to keep his cackling down.

Shaking
his head, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again, clearly
unsure what to say.

“Well
then, let’s not dally, the council is waiting on us.” Obi-Wan
mock chided then started sliding forward again, struggling against
the urge to laugh as he heard a soft wheeze behind him before Anakin
shot after him with Ahsoka, both of them staring at him.

With
Obi-Wan pretending complete obliviousness as they slid towards the
elevators.

Of
course, the council members weren’t any better as Obi-Wan slid to
his seat and sat down in an easy an elegant swish, settling one leg
over the other but taking care to tilt his sole down so no one would
see the inbuilt heely.

As
the council and his padawan and great padawan stared at him, Obi-Wan
continued to pretend obliviousness, glancing about in return with
wide, innocent eyes.

Finally,
Yoda shook his head and croaked. “No Force at work I sense.” He
stared at Obi-Wan.

“I’m
sorry, but what are you saying master Yoda?” Obi-Wan tilted his
head.

The
council exchanged looks, still wide eyed.

Oh
this was going to be so fun and Obi-Wan hoped
he was summoned to the Senate.

If
they thought Jedi were supernatural and were superstitious from
before, Obi-Wan was going to have so much fun gliding around the
Senate halls.

He
would just need to avoid the carpets but
oh, the amount of fuckery and kark he could get up to with these…

‘Obi-Wan,
you clever bastard, Qui-Gon would be so proud of you.’ Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but think as he covered up his mouth with his hand,
grinning happily under it as the council continued the meeting while
sending glances towards him.

Not gonna lie, BabyFace doesn’t seem too bad yet. Seems par for the course (when looking at the darker end of your fics). That being said… Does this Messiah guy do anything particularly bad with ‘Ben’ since he’s older?

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Suppressing
the urge to yell as the trooper apologized again, Anakin just nodded
swifly and ran a hand over his face, inwardly growling and yelling.

He
didn’t want excuses, he wanted Obi-Wan.

The
Obi-Wan who had been his master, his friend, his soul for the past
ten years, the man who had smiled at him and given him a home and a
family, the man he couldn’t feel.

Oh,
he could tell that Obi-Wan was alive and occasionally the smallest of
snippets of feeling whispered across their bond, but whoever had him,
they were good
damn them.

They
knew how to block the bond, they knew how to keep Obi-Wan from being
found clearly and there was nothing Anakin could do to find the
other.

He
had already tried.

He
had tried desperately pulling on their bond, bashing against the
barriers that kept them separated, hell, he had even tried to
meditate just to try and open up but whatever was keeping Obi-Wan
from him, inhibitor drug or tech, it was doing it’s job.

And
the troopers could find nothing.

The
alley they had found Obi-Wan had no cameras and the only lead from
the club was someone walking out of the backdoor, the holocam being
scrambled so badly that you couldn’t even tell it was Obi-Wan
leaving with someone.

And
the damn council was no help!

They
were denying him funds to further the search, to get another Jedi on
the planet, to expand the search or close down the ports!

Four
days of arguing with them, four days of not knowing where Obi-Wan
was, four days of the smattering of fear coming through the bond at
times and then a shocking moment of pain
and yet the council still said no. “Master
Windu, if you would just send The Wolfpack
at least, they’re a rescue battalion after all.” Anakin got out
through gritted teeth.

If
this was a question of attachment
again, then Anakin was going to wring some necks. He could feel his
pulse beating hard and the heat of his cheeks as Ahsoka gently
touched his arm as she joined him closer to the holo display, trying
to offer her comfort.

It
helped, a tiny bit, as did the presence of Cody and Rex behind him,
Anakin could feel the nervous energy of the former.

Cody
wanted to find Obi-Wan as much if not more than Anakin.

The
council exchanged looks, and Anakin felt something in him shatter,
something Ahsoka noticed as she jumped nervously beside him, taking
half a step away from the blond human while chewing on her bottom lip
nervously, a habit Anakin had tried to teach her from as it could
potentially pierce her lips with her sharper fangs..

“For
kark’s
sake!” He snapped out. “It’s Obi-Wan, he’s a poster boy for
the war, we can’t ju-

But
just as Anakin had enough with the council, it seemed that Mace Windu
had enough of Anakin Skywalker as the man growled and leaned forward,
dark eyes piercing even through the holo. “If you’re so worried
about getting aid, then maybe you should speak with your friend the
Chancellor, Knight Skywalker, as he is personally blocking every
attempt to send aid to you and Siliraka.” The man snapped out,
hands pressed together as if he was praying for patience from some
higher being.

Maybe
he was, who knew except the man in question.

Anakin
certainly did not know as he froze, staring at the council master.

Behind
him, he could feel both Cody and Rex still, both of their attention
now aimed at the holo with Ahsoka blinking at the man too. “…I’m
sorry, what?” Anakin rasped out, feeling like someone had turned
him around and kicked him in the ass.

Sighing
deeply, Windu collapsed back in his seat, massaging his temples.
“Tell him, he deserves to know what’s going on.” Master Billaba
suddenly murmured, sounding just as exhausted as Windu looked.

“In
the way the Chancellor has been,” Yoda suddenly croaked up, resting
his cane over his lap as Anakin focused his eyes on the ancient
troll. “Justify more resources to find these teenagers nor a
missing Jedi he says impossible is. Poodoo I think that is, but
convince him we can not, and the backing of Senators he has,
impossible to assign more to you it has, the manpower you now have is
all you get the Chancellor has decided.” Yoda finished up.

Blinking
heavily, opening his mouth to protest and then closing it, Anakin
shook his head. “He wouldn’t… why would he…”

“We
don’t know Knight Skywalker,” Windu rubbed his temple some more,
shrugging. “You can take a personal call to any Senator you know if
you wish to know the state of the Senate or you can review the
Senate’s notation, Obi-Wan’s name is not there but a ‘missing’
Jedi is on the agenda and we made sure the Chancellor knew which
one,” He paused before shrugging. “If you doubt my word though or
the Chancellor tells you a lie, you could always ask Senator Amidala
or Organa, as I understand from Obi-Wan, you two have cultured a
friendship with those two Senators.” He stated dryly.

Anakin
swallowed before nodding slowly, an excuse to call Padme was always
good but he found himself suddenly not wanting to, feeling cold and
shaken.

He
didn’t see Cody behind him, his hand clenched into a fist or the
way Rex was slowly rubbing his commander vod’s back in an assuring
way, black emotions whirling in Anakin’s own chest as he numbly
made his way through the rest of the report with the council.

The
chancellor was blocking Anakin’s attempt to get more resources to
get Obi-Wan back, was blocking Anakin’s attempt to get a proper
search and rescue going…and Anakin didn’t know why, the man had
always complained about how he couldn’t do more.

Anakin
remembered a smokey gambling den, he remembered Senator Colandrus,
Chancellor
Palpatine lamenting about how he dipped into the Senate’s funds and
used it as his own bank and the way the man ‘mourned’ not being
able to do more.

And
yet now he could block the Jedi from resources to find Obi-Wan?

There
was something wrong with this picture and Anakin didn’t like it at
all as another shocking lance of pain came through the foggy and
bared bond between himself and Obi-Wan.

Someone
was lying and Anakin was going to find out who… and find Obi-Wan at
the same time.