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#cutefacade: Obi is determined to regrow his beard. Everyone else is sabotaging his efforts.

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Racing
after the blond, Obi-Wan considered boosting himself with the Force
before firmly telling himself to knock that idea into the sun because
he was not
that childish regardless how much Anakin seemed to think he had some
behavior changes to go with his decrease in age.

“Anakin!”
He roared, jumping over Fives when the poor trooper accidentally
moved into their path. “Give me back my grooming scissor!” The
redhead seethed as the blond continued running away with said
grooming scissors.

“Not
until you promise not to grow your beard!” Anakin yelped back as
he jumped over a crate and then floated it up behind him with a quick
grab of the Force.

“I
will do no such thing!” Obi-Wan growled out, dodging under the
crate before continuing legging it after his damnable long legged
former padawan.

To
begin with, no one had been quite sure what to do with the deaged
master Jedi but after a few intensive test by both healers, from all
sections of the Halls, and then the council it was confirmed that
outside of Obi-Wan losing some years, it was still him.

So
a quick little snip of the regrown padawan braid hair length to
even his hair out and look more presentable,
Obi-Wan was allowed to keep his rank of master as it was still him
only younger.

Still
the same Obi-Wan who had become a Sith slayer, still the same man who
had become a master and still the same man who had joined the
council.

Even
if he looked younger, he still deserved his spot everyone agreed.

Slowly
Obi-Wan started growing out his hair once more, letting
it curl around his ears and over his nape and
with
it he tried tostart growing
his beard out.

Only…
apparently both his own troopers and others took offense to that
because shaving cream had started showing up in his quarters
and general vicinity
and even outright offered to him by said troopers and now that they
had meet up with Anakin, Ahsoka and the 501st
on Felucia…

Well
more drastic measure had been taken apparently.

Which
lead to the current very dramatic chase around the stamped down camp
with the soft sway of the trees filling the air with a fresh smell
around them.

The
little merry chase had started to gather a lot of attention as it
continued and finally someone decided it was time to intervene as
they wiped their hands off and set their helmet aside to have both
hands available.

“I
know I taught you not to run with scissors!”
Obi-Wan roared only to be cut off with a yelp as a white and orange
armored man was suddenly standing in his path, Cody outright lifting
Obi-Wan off his feet with the momentum he had and lifting the Jedi up
on his shoulder.

For
a few staggering steps, it looked like they were about to collapse
when Cody found his balance and stood, feet spread wide with Obi-Wan
blinking on his shoulder as Anakin came to a panting still stop
several feet away.

“…Cody!
What is the meaning of this?” Obi-Wan huffed, squirming until he
was set down in front of his commander.

The
man raised a brow, hands going behind his back as he settled into
parade rest. “Permission to speak freely sir?” He questioned, a
tad dryly.

Leery,
Obi-Wan paused in straightening out his robe, giving Anakin an evil
look over the troopers shoulder before focusing back on Cody to give
the man his undivided attention. “Of course, you never have to hold
your tongue around me.” He stated as calmly as he could, only
slightly winded.

“You
look like a rodent died on your face sir.” Cody stated bluntly.

Wincing,
Obi-Wan reached up to touch his jaw before glowering weakly at Cody.

“It
looks horrible General Kenobi,” Cody continued just as bluntly
though a tiny bit of sympathy was entering his amber gaze. “I know
you would prefer to look older sir but honestly, you seem more like a
very young man trying desperately to get in his scraggy stubs to fool
a bouncer to get into a nightclub.” He finished up, still in parade
rest.

Still
rubbing his jaw, Obi-Wan lost his glower. “…Is it really that
bad?” He mumbled. He had hoped that this period wouldn’t come
around but it seemed that he really was in the same state as when he
was knighted with his body.

Nodding
slowly, Cody smiled emphatically. “Yes sir. I would suggest instead
bearing your ‘baby’ face as it’s called with your head held
high. It would look… a lot more respectable than the womp rat on
your face.” He shrugged slightly.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan pouted up at him.

Color
rose up Cody’s neck, cheeks and ears, darkening the scar on his
temple but he didn’t look away nor did his expression change until
Obi-Wan, reluctantly, nodded with a pouting sulky look on his face as
he turned and made his way back towards the tent. “Fine, I’m
shaving… but you’re all assholes for this!” He called over his
shoulder before disappearing into his tent.

Rex
slid up to his vod’s side and raised his hand to Cody, the two
quickly exchanging a high five as Cody let out a heavy, relieved
breath.

“Kark
he’s too cute for words.” Cody hissed, rubbing over his burning
face with his free hand.

#TheLightInUs Is that some Cody/Obi I feel? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) «great, now he is some kind of demigod. Karking man is going to pull more heroics with no regard for himself.» Poor Cody xD

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Cup
frozen at his lips, Cody stared at Rex over the rim of it before
slowly lowering the caff he had desperately needed as a boost to wake
him up before they shipped out in
a few hours.
“…I’m sorry but can you repeat that?” He questioned in
disbelief.

Hands
tucked behind him his back in parade rest, Rex smirked wryly.
“Commander told me that the reason General Kenobi now has wings is
that he’s apparently some kind of Force deity or demigod poodoo
mystical
osik.
That’s why he’s all different and strange and yet not all that
different because it is still him
in there but just more powerful and
he can ‘hear’ and ‘see’ more than before or that’s how she
explained it.”
The dear captain finished up.

Setting
the cup down on the counter, Cody rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Great, so now he is some kind of demigod. Karking man is going
to pull more heroics with no regard for himself even more and give me
gray hair.” He wheezed out much to Fox, Rex and Ponds amusement.

Tapping
his fingers on his vambrace, Ponds sniggered. “Look at it this way,
at least he has the power now to back up?
I mean,” Ponds eyes turned faintly admiring. “I saw that holoclip
of him turning into a karking hippogriff of all things, just racing
down the clankers as if they were nothing and throwing them all over
as if their blasters meant nothing.” He clapped his hands together
in excitement.

Snorting
deeply, Cody glared at his vod over his fingers as Rex shook his
head. “I’m still envious you got to ride him you dog, outside of
commander Tano and General Skywalker he gave you the longest ride.”
He smirked smugly and Cody’s glare deepened.

‘Not
this again.’ He thought bitterly.

For
some reason Rex seemed wholly convinced that Obi-Wan had a returning
crush on him and was seeking Cody out to spend time with him when he
could.

Why
in stars little names would a Jedi want a clone, they were all about
none attachment!?

Not
to mention that Cody couldn’t really offer a lot to anyone in terms
of a relationship outside of his undying faithfulness and love.
People didn’t fall for soldiers who… who… hmm well if the holo
novels were right they did, in terms of personality there were those
who’d find Cody attractive but he was a clone, a copy despite how
much he tried to make his own features his.

And
once more repeating, there was the Jedi’s rule on attachment that
the Jedi council enforced and Obi-Wan was a member of that body!

‘Ah,’
A insidious whisper hummed in his mind. ‘But Skywalker is a Jedi
and we all know where he prefers to run of to in the middle of the
night when possible.’ The voice chuckled.

‘Skywalker
is a bad example of a Jedi,’ Cody thought grumpily in return.
‘Obi-Wan however is practically the poster boy for Jedi, he and
General Luminara both. There is no wa-’

“Cody?”
A calm voice called out, causing Cody to jump and spin around to face
the door of the rec room, finding the subject of their conversation
standing there and Cody could swear the golden feather in his belt
pouch covered up in a soft cloth was suddenly warm, an impossible
thing to feel through armor and fabric but still, Cody swore it.

Smiling
warmly at them with quivering wings folded against his back, Obi-Wan
tilted his head. “There you are, Killer told me I’d find you
here. I was hoping to speak to you a bit before we ship out, do you
have the time join me at the temple?” He asked hopefully, the dim
golden light of his wings reflecting on the wall closest to him.

Instantly
stepping away from his brothers and his caff, Cody nodded. “Of
course sir, I’m always available.” He answered promptly and
ignored the cough covered laugh from behind from Ponds and Rex.

Behind
his back he gave both the finger in pretense of standing in parade
rest.

Instantly
Obi-Wan perked. “Wonderful, I suggest bringing your helmet, our
conversation may take a while so we might as well leave for the
Negotiator together once the time comes,” He tilted his head. “That
is if it is still fine with you?” He prodded once more for
permission.

Smirking
wryly, Cody crossed the floor. “Of course, my things have already
been shipped up so I only need myself and my helmet.” He chuckled
quietly.

Brightening,
Obi-Wan stepped back and out of the doorway, nodding. “Wonderful,
then come along commander.” The two started walking, seamlessly
walking together as they went to find Cody’s bunk in the leader
rooms of the barracks, Fox sitting on his bed with a pad in his lap
though he stood quickly and saluted when he saw the Jedi with Obi-Wan
good nature bowing to the trooper in return as Jedi did.

“I
imagine there’s a skycar waiting on us sir?” Cody asked as he dug
his helmet out of his footlocker as he ignored Fox.

There
was a silence and the sound of rustling feathers.

Glancing
at the other, Cody raised his brows and felt his scar twinge a bit
with pain as he took in the others red ears. “…Sir?” He
prompted carefully, ignoring Fox clearly eavesdropping on them.

Clearing
his throat, Obi-Wan shifted a bit. “Well, I flew over here Cody and
I figured, that is if you don’t mind, that I could just fly you
over to the temple. Both of my forms would be able to handle it  as
long as you agree…” He trailed off.

‘…Okay…
maybe, just maybe,
Rex has a point…’ Cody stared at his flustering General before
nodding slowly. “Well alright, I don’t see an issue with that…
would keep us out of the skycar queue.”
He started slowly, his heart thudding a tattoo in his chest as
Obi-Wan beamed at him.

A
part of him wondered… if he reached out and took the others hand
right now, would Obi-Wan hold it equally tight in return?

But
Cody didn’t, not this moment.

Fox
was a gossip hound and Cody wasn’t about to give him anymore
fodder.

Instead
he was going to leave with his General and take a flight with him to
the Jedi temple. ‘Best wear my helmet… the wind gets cold.’ He
reminded himself as they rounded the corner only to heat with
surprise and pleasure as his and Obi-Wan’s hand bumped into each
other as they walked.

So maybe Obi’s lineage has a family night and Anakin complains about Obi wiping the table with the other siths and him. Maybe Dooku and Yoda are cracking up because they taught Obi to play when he was a younglings because they were banned from playing the game. Plus Obi go to earn his allowance.

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Sulking
as he headed for the quarters with a sniggering Ahsoka on his tail,
Anakin shot his apprentice to be a grumpy look. “If
you’re just going to laugh at me, I’m not introducing you to the
rest of the lineage.” He grouched out.

Outright
cackling at that, Ahsoka gave him a sharp toothed grin. “I already
know Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan. And I’ve meet master Qui-Gon!
Only one I haven’t meet is Yan Dooku though I heard about him, so
that’s not really as much of a threat as you make it sound like
Skyguy.” She teased, delighting in getting to officially meet the
others though not letting Anakin know.

Rolling
his eyes, muttering to himself about teenagers while wondering if he
was as bad, he knocked on the old silver fox’s door and waited for
the refined voice to call.

Scanning
his thumb, Anakin stepped in. “Hey Master Dooku, wanted to-” He
looked up from dropping his boots aside only to freeze as he was
faced with the rest of the lineage, all of them staring at him with
each their own drink, cards in hands and a pot of credits on the
table between them.

Obi-Wan
looked wholly amused while Qui-Gon looked bemused. Yoda was staring
at his cards with Ventress peeking at Yan’s card over the old man’s
shoulder as the four of them were sitting at the floor table to play.

Perking
up when he saw someone behind Anakin, Yan smiled. “Ah, I see you
finally brought the next member of the lineage.” He chuckled,
nodding in approval when Ventress patted at the couch for Ashoka to
join her.

“I,
yes…wait!” Anakin pointed at them. “What’s going on here?!”
He hung up his black robe with wide eyes.

“Usual
sabbac game we are having,” Yoda croaked. “How we taught Obi-Wan
to play this is, though on pause it has been for a while, happy I was
to hear that restart it we were.” He hummed happily and tugged his
tea cup closer to him as Obi-Wan threw credits into the pot.

“Wait,
wait, wait!” Anakin flailed his arms around before pointing at Yan
and Yoda. “You two taught him to play sabbac!?” He yelped. He
just thought it was Qui-Gon and that had never really made sense with
how good Obi-Wan was because Qui-Gon’s way of playing was very…
hasty if one could say it that way.

The
two elder members of the lineage exchanged looks as Obi-Wan sipped
his tea calmly. “Well, yes of course we did Anakin. Qui-Gon is of
course a good player but he’s a lousy sabbac teacher.” Yan raised
his brow at the last member of their game.

Shrugging
a bit, still staring at his cards, Qui-Gon hummed. “Oh, I admit
that. Beside, my style of game can be a bit…” He trailed off.

Simultaneously
the rest of the table chimed in together. “Reckless.”

Finally
Qui-Gon raised his head from his cards and pouted at the others.

Yan
sipped his wine with a small smirk. “Dear Qui-Gon, I adore you my
boy but your mind is clearly not made to the tactics I use. Obi-Wan
however has always had a good hand with it and as a youth he looked
too innocent to be bloodthirsty in sabbac and now he looks too
dignified.” He chuckled calmly while placing down his cards.
“Twenty three positive.” Yan smirked at the others while ignoring
his grandpadawan and great grandpadawan.

Qui-Gon
cursed threw down his cards and Yoda sighed with his ears twitching
sadly. “Last
of my credit allotment for gambling that was, out I am.” He stated
mournfully
as Yan reached for the pot only for Obi-Wan to hum loudly,
interrupting the old Sith and
bringing everyone’s attention on the young man instead.

They
all watched as he put down his cards
one by one, Ventress snorting in amusement and Ahsoka gasping in joy
as they saw what the redhead had on hand as Qui-Gon let out a little
frustrated curse and Yoda’s ears quivered even more with Yan
staring at the cards with a twitching brow.

A
two, a three and the idiot.

Smiling,
Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side with twinkling green eyes. “I
do believe that trumps your pure sabacc grandmaster and therefor this
victory goes to me… like always.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and
swept the pot his way.

Jaw
dropping, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan as it hit him that Obi-Wan had not
only cleaned out him, Ventress and Maul but he had also cleaned out
Yoda, Yan and Qui-Gon and apparently it was not the first or second
time he did it either by the way he was talking.

Snorting
loudly in an undignified sound, Yan raised his glass at Obi-Wan.
“Touche my boy, the pupil has long ago become the master of this
game.” He smirked proudly at him despite being annoyed by the loss.

Sweeping
some of the credits into a purple bag he had clearly brought just to
carry his winnings, Obi-Wan smirked in return. “I do believe I’ll
be buying Cody that rifle he was looking at, he’s been giving me
some wonderful honey and tea blends they creating and exporting from
Amar IV and
it is about time I gave him something in return.” He said
cheerfully before standing, heading for the door with a wave.

All
of them waved in return, waiting for the door to close before Yan
turned to Qui-Gon with a wide smirk on his face. “He’s still
unhappy with you for shovel talking that poor man isn’t he?” He
drawled teasingly. “He usually gives you back at least half.” Yan
finished off his wine.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon rubbed his neck with a wry smile on his lips. “Unfortunately
yes, I anticipate some kind of retaliation soon.” He chuckled
quietly.

Yan
shook his head then turned with a chuckle. “Now young lady, how
about you introduce yourself? I would love to get to know my future
great grandpadawan.” Yan said warmly as Ahsoka bounced forward and
stood to bow, unknowingly already making a better impression than
Anakin had once years earlier.