Mace Windu

Kybertears: Well, shit, what’s going to happen now? Obi-Wan can’t handle another flatline and they’re very close to loosing him I feel like, how are they going to deal with that black kyber? Is it still bleeding? Or is the vial somehow keeping it all in?

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There was no glow to Obi-Wan’s skin or freckles anymore.

It had all dried up and Anakin couldn’t help but feel that the moment it faded fully, Obi-Wan would be lost to them.

It terrified him as he sat at the others bedside, unable to leave it as he held the hand of his brother in all the ways but blood.

If it wasn’t for the slight, flickering sheen, Obi-Wan would almost look corpse like as it was, his pallor leaving nothing and the blue of his lips terrifying Anakin as he steadily feed Obi-Wan energy along with the healer.

The nice thing with being as full of the Force as he was, was that Anakin could draw on it and feed Obi-Wan more than the healers that were now more frequently switched out as the council slowly gathered in the medical room.

Neither Adi nor Depa had felt comfortable in leaving with the crystal and therefore the rest of the council had been summoned to the room.

Some were taking longer than others unfortunately, due to the outside problem of Anakin having killed the Chancellor.

But whatever evidence Windu and Yoda had dug up from the Chancellor’s corpse and surveillance, apparently it was enough.

The fact that he was a Sith wasn’t something they could use against the Chancellor, however, the things he had done, what he had done to Obi-Wan and whatever was sliced from the computers… well, it was enough to show what was on those terminals.

Anakin didn’t find it too important, what was important to him was the man on the bed and Ahsoka, the latter having come to visit once before fleeing, the hurt in her signature so heartbreaking.

He got it, looking at Obi-Wan like this…

He wished he could run too but it scared him more to leave Obi-Wan alone.

Finally the door snapped open, Mace entering with a stern look that faltered as he got a look at Obi-Wan.

People’s neutral expression outside of the healers generally didn’t last long when they caught sight of Obi-Wan, Anakin had found and while once it might have brought him pleasure and something to laugh at, right now all it did was make him aware just how bad of Obi-Wan looked.

The master of the order shook himself, glancing at the filled up room, Che staring at the council with a pinched look on her face that showcased that she didn’t approve of the overly full medical room but understood the need. “Now, we’re all here, what’s this about a crystal?” The man rumbled.

Depa glanced at Adi before raising the crystal she had in a Force stasis for the others to see. “Here, I theorize its made with Obi-Wan’s blood and… well it’s wrong. When it was being handed over, the lid was jarred enough to open the vial before I put it in stasis, what we felt…” She trailed off.

Kit shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. “What we all felt, kark that thing is wrong if that was what went through the temple an hour ago.” He stated, all his tentacles twitching and twisting and Anakin had the feeling if he was a human, Kit would be showing off some goosebumps.

“That was that dark feeling? Koth spat out, visibly disgusted before his face transformed again. “What did Palpatine do to Obi-Wan’s blood?” He questioned in horror.

There was a series of nods from those who had been in the room when it happened. “I do not know what feeling you’re all talking about,” Shaak murmured, her hologram flickering as the storms of Kamino interfered with the communication. “But even in holo formation that thing is… wrong.” She stated, peering at the vial.

“Purification we need,” Yoda croaked out, scrambling closer to squint up at the vial before looking at Depa. “Remove it from the vial you must, work with it in a shielded container we can not.” He stated.

Clenching his hand on Obi-Wan’s hand, Anakin understood the need but that didn’t make it anymore comfortable for them.

Clearly reluctant, Depa nodded before reaching out with her second hand, one keeping the vial and crystal hovering and in stasis as the other worked at the vial lid.

Thanks to the stasis, nothing was felt outside it, however, the moment the lid was gone, the container started filling with blood and Anakin felt his mouth drop open as it started pouring out of the vial, dripping onto the medical floor.

Several members were caught of guard and started cursing, Yoda barely dodging the blood and Che groaned loudly as Yoda continued backing away as blood pooled onto the ground.

The vial dropped to the bloody pool beneath the black crystal, leaving everyone a clear look at it for the first time.

The blackness almost glowed ominously at them as blood continued to gather at the end and drip down and Anakin felt the urge to retch as he quickly glanced to find Obi-Wan’s dim glow fading even more.

They were loosing Obi-Wan and they were loosing him fast.

Not waiting on the council, Anakin snapped his focus on the crystal instead.

He understood the principle of purification of a crystal that had been bleed.

Take the crystal and overload it with light, overload it like you overloaded a motor with power to make it exploded.

One could make an argument for Anakin not quite being the best to purify something, he was not the lightest of Jedi… but he was among the strongest.

With that he poured himself into the crystal, flushing it with his strength as he remembered Obi-Wan’s smile and the broken promise of Anakin protecting him.

At the very least he’d do this.

Anakin Skywalker would do this for his former master as he tightened his grip on the others hand. ‘Please Obi-Wan… please.’

I love the Kybertears series!!!! Please tell me we get one where Anakin, Cody, and Rex come to Obi-Wan’s rescue, and they completely wreck Palpacreeps shit?!!!

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When Anakin Skywalker is unhappy, the galaxy knows.

And when Anakin Skywalker is fearful and in rage, the galaxy dances a wild dance as darkness crackles across every living creature.

That is why every security guard, aid, janitorial staff and Senator practically jumps out of the man’s way as a wild eyed Anakin Skywalker marches through the Rotunda with both the 212th and the 501st on his tail.

And if Anakin Skywalker alone hadn’t done the deed, then the angry mach of the soldiers would have done it.

Because, while their faces are hidden beneath the helmets of the GAR, their actions, tone of voice even through the vocoder and the words of the Commander and Captain respectively is enough to shake foundations.

When Anakin Skywalker rages, the universe cowers.

What can mere mortals do in the face of such wrath?

“Knight Skywalker.” Therefore it is a relief when a contingent of Jedi appear with the Grandmaster of the order and the head of the order leading it, Mace Windu and Yoda looking serene.

Even the clones pause at the appearance of the Jedi, watching, silent at the appearance of these tranquil Jedi.

On the outside.

The next words out of the man’s as Skywalker swings around to face them dashes any hope of the group actually reigning in the Knight. “You’ve invoked the Rights of Yaval?” The master of the order asks, his face grim and his voice gruff.

Skywalker simply nods, his face tight and his eyes flickering with shadows in the bright corridor even as he checks the contingent of Jedi for something, the muscle of his jaw visibly jumping.

Mace Windu of course notices this and shakes his head. “Padawan Tano is at the temple, we felt it best not to expose her to… this.” He states, his voice calm but a warning in it.

Skywalker takes a deep breath, the sound practically echoing in the eerily silent halls.

Instantly, a miasma seems to withdraw and Skywalker seems calmer even as he still bristles, the clone troopers too bristle and every person close to them tries as stealthily as possible to step away from them.

But for all that the darkness seems to have eased, the shadows are still there, simply waiting in the halls of the Senate as the Jedi talk about the Rights of Yaval.

The rights of Yaval was not something any of the Senators had been familiar with and had been dug up from the earliest of laws, in the early days of the Ruusan Reformation.

But Skywalker had known it and at this point most Senators were starting to wonder if they, the Jedi, weren’t taught it from an early age.

The rights of Yaval, as stated on the ancient treaties, gave the Jedi the right to pretty much ransack the entire Rotunda if a member of the Order went missing in the Senates care. It was named after a Jedi that had gone missing in the Rotunda in the early years of RR, due to her uncle being a Senator.

What had happened to her or the uncle, the law didn’t say but for those willing to dive into the history of it, as far back as it was, the accounts of Yaval was horrifying.

But the law had seldom been used, only four times since its formation.

This would be the fifth.

“Find Obi-Wan we must,” Yoda finally spoke, his voice low and yet reaching, all of the Jedi coming to attention under the grandmaster, even Skywalker. “His powers unique in this galaxy is, a well of power and treasure it holds. Use it for nefarious purposes many would. Find him.” Yoda urged.

Windu nodded sharply. “Ponds! With me! We take the lower level of the Senate!” He called out, voice sharp and the commander instantly tailed him. Slowly, one by one from Plo Koon to Bant Eerin to Aayla Secura, the Jedi departed until only two Jedi were standing in the hallway, everyone else going with their clone commander or captain, leaving only Skywalker and Yoda, the two staring at each other with the 212th and 501st practically vibrating in their need to return to searching.

Gimlet eyes stared at Skywalker before Yoda tapped his cane on his hover platform. “Closest you are to him, bound you two are as all masters and padawans have always been,” He croaked out before snorting. “Know not others what our bonds are like, misconstrued them, mistake them, lie about them they do,” And to the shock of many guilty parties, Yoda was practically sneering in the directions of senators. “But know we do. Deep run our bonds, attachment they are not, but love they are based on, concern, the knowledge that once we must let go, we go… tied to him you are.” Yoda shifted his cane to jab it at Skywalker.

“I can’t feel him.” Skywalker got out through gritted teeth.

Yoda’s ears rose, his eyes seeming larger than ever. “And a problem for the Force chosen one that is?” He raised his free hand when the Knight opened his mouth again. “If not the Force chosen then the strongest Jedi in memory? Feel him you always do, search for him you must. His hope, you are,” Yoda let his hand fall before hovering towards “There is no try.” Yoda added on before gesturing to Captain Rex and Commander Cody, both snapping back into action with a bark of order to their men.

It left Skywalker in the hallway, staring at nothing before he took another breath, the shadows finally, slowly with his breath out, fading away.

Slowly, the man moved to one of the large Rotunda windows and sat down, his back curving slightly and his hands resting on his knees, eyes closing as the Senators jumped out of the way of once more active troopers with Yoda now in charge.

And Skywalker simply sitting, his face furrowed and twitching as he reached inward.

Oof, Obi-Wan’s really not doing so hot in lightthroughcracks. How hard is this going to affect him? Thanks for writing!!

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Blinking slowly as his door opened, Obi-Wan resisted the urge to wrap his arms around himself as he instead just continued laying there, the soft sweeps of the person entering coming closer to him until Obi-Wan could see who it was.

Master Windu, it seemed it was the Korun master’s turn today.

He smiled gently at Obi-Wan and sat down on the bed. “Good morning Obi-Wan, have you slept well?” He murmured quietly, reaching out and resting his palm on the Stewjoni’s temple, his fingers gently threading through the greasy hair.

Obi-Wan simply shrugged, uncertain if he had or not.

Not that the council masters or the healers taking care of him the last week cared that his answers were verbal.

As long as Obi-Wan answered in some manner, they didn’t force him to do it in another. A part of Obi-Wan recognized that they didn’t want to push him too hard in case it made him withdraw but he just felt so tired most of the time.

Especially since the bond between himself and Anakin had been closed down.

He knew it was a good reason for it but Anakin pretty much bleed energy and comfort through their bond and to feel the consequences of not having it… well, it was hard.

At least the Jedi helping him were trying their best.

“Good, good,” Mace murmured, fingers gently teasing Obi-Wan’s hair before he let a small frown cross his dark face, brown eyes flickering up to Obi-Wan’s hair and then back down. “You hair seems greasy. How does a proper water bath sound today?” He stated quietly.

An offer, not a demand or an order or a judgment really, despite bringing up Obi-Wan’s greasy hair.

Slowly, Mace fingers still in his hair, Obi-Wan reached up to his chin and ran his fingers along his jaw and chin.

He could feel the stubbles and suddenly Obi-Wan felt unbearably filthy, giving a small nod and a low noise that prompted Mace to remove his hand only to shift them under Obi-Wan and help him sit up, quietly ordering the light up to fifty percent.

Finally Obi-Wan’s semi permanent room was lit up for the first time that day, the calming blue shades of the healing room comforting him along with the sight of a dresser with his lightsaber sitting in full view should he need it.

Not that he would but it was a safety thing, the healers stressing to the masters helping Obi-Wan that he required his lightsaber in view due to the situation that lead to him loosing his master.

Carefully, Mace got him up and lead him out to the fresher, setting him on the loo lid.

Quietly, Obi-Wan started with faintly trembling hands to undo his tunic layers as Mace instead turned to the tub to start the water and add bubble bath to it, the scent of some kind of wood filling the room the moment hot water hit it.

Several scents had been banned, due to Obi-Wan associating it with Qui-Gon, not until the broken bond that continued to cause Obi-Wan’s mind to become infected was properly laced for the poison that was putting Obi-Wan into a permanent state of pain and depression.

And even then the healers had cautioned that Obi-Wan would likely never be fully rid his depression, that he had gone through one of several traumatic events and the last straw was the loss of his master in front of him.

Pausing, Obi-Wan stared at his hands before looking up, finding Mace watching him in return. The man raised his brow when he saw Obi-Wan pausing. “Yes?”

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan continued unwrapping himself. “Ani?” He finally murmured, shrugging off his tunic as he saw the master of the order’s eyes soften with understanding.

“Currently with Master Ti, she’s guiding him through some moving meditation,” He murmured quietly, coming over to help pull Obi-Wan to his feet. “He asks for you everyday. Hopes that you return soon.” Mace stated.

Warmth bloomed inside of Obi-Wan, bringing a sense of calmness that felt very similar to the relief Obi-Wan found when he leaned on the bond between himself and Anakin. It was a good feeling but he said nothing, only nodded and stepped out of his pants and underwear.

He had long ago lost any sense of shame for his body thanks to the communal way Jedi were raised, not to mention missions out in the field with his master and other Jedi.

And it helped that Mace wasn’t staring, only gently fussed him into the warm bath and rolled up his sleeves as he sat down on the rim of the tub.

‘I’ll get better… for Ani. I’m coming back… soon. Just wait for me Anakin…’ Obi-Wan mentally promised, shivering slightly as he let himself sunk down into the warm water, a small noise escaping him as Mace took the small bowl and started to wet Obi-Wan’s hair.

A2nt chance of more RexAni in the sweethoney verse? Or something with Padme?

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Catching his mate’s hand, Rex
quickly pulled Anakin into the
dark alcove they were about to pass and
dragged the other down before Anakin could question him, pressing his
nose into Anakin’s neck as the commander made a little squeak noise
of confused shock.

Despite
his action, Rex was also listening for the others, hearing Jango and
General Kenobi continue on, Boba talking about something but Rex
focus was on his squirming
mate because….

“Rex,
what in Sithspit name are you-”

Cutting
his mate off, Rex growled softly, gently, just enough to make the
omega shut up and listen, because
Jango’s bones knew Anakin could be stubborn.
“You’re closing in on a heat Anakin, I can smell it on you.” He
whispered. It was only the cusps of heat but after this much time
spent intimately aware of Anakin and his almost musky sweet smell,
any changes were obvious to the clone captain.

A
low, shocked noise escaped his pretty mate. “What? But I’m still
on… that’s out of schedule,
I shouldn’t be entering heat for another few wee-” Anakin pressed
his hand to his mouth to muffle the little moan he almost let out,
feeling Rex rasp his teeth over his bonding gland.

“Don’t
know what to tell you mate,” The captain mumbled, eagerly huffing
in the changed scent, taking in as much of Anakin’s heat scent that
he could, his hands coming to linger on Anakin’s hips as he gently
licked and nibbled on the barely swelled gland.

He
could imagine biting down on it, binding his mate to him, Anakin’s
heat warm body wrapped around him and karking hell, Rex breath
hitched at the idea.

Having
General Kenobi around, smelling his pregnancy changed hormones was
doing things to Rex head clearly because he could imagine his own
mate full of pup and that was a bad
idea.

One,
they were in a war and Obi-Wan’s pup was an accident.

Two,
Rex was a clone, he could die literally any moment and so could
Anakin as they fought on the front lines.

And
three, both he and Anakin were both far too young even
with the advanced aging the longnecks had done on the clones.

Didn’t
stop him from gently mauling the bonding gland with his lips and
tongue though, Anakin a boneless weight against himself and the wall,
only kept up by Rex with his hands limply holding onto the captain’s
shoulders.

“Rex…”
Anakin sighed gustily, his hands lazily trailing down Rex back,
caressing his spine until he reached down and cupped the alphas arse,
pulling him hard into his own body, both of them hissing at the
contact between their bodies.

Drunk
off Anakin pheromones and proximity, Rex almost jumped a mile into
the air when a voice cleared itself, both alpha and omega throwing
themselves out of each others space even though Anakin couldn’t go
anywhere with his back already to the wall.

Heart
thundering, both flustered men stared at General Windu, the man standing there with
raised brows and a little twitch on his lips as he glanced at the two
disheveled looking males. “Ah, m-master Windu, I can… explain,
that is… um…” Anakin trailed off as Windu raised his brows even
further.

“I
do believe, the best thing to do right now, is to follow after your
master and his mate, hmm?” The fellow omega stated, a small smirk
crossing his thin lips as he stepped back. “And get to the privacy of
your own quarters, I don’t mind anyone… canoodling as one might
say but maybe not in the public hallways and making enough of a
ruckus to be spotted?” He drawled.

Their
faces burning, both nodded quickly and stepped out of the alcove, Rex
feeling quite a bit like a scolded pup as Anakin bowed to the man and
then quickly fled down the hall after Jango and Obi-Wan with Rex hot
on his steps.

They
turned the corner and froze as a bark of laughter followed from
behind them, both of them pausing to stare at each other before
Anakin, his face still hot red and his cheeks flushed, shook his
head. “This never
happened, alright?” The blond whispered, pushing his braid behind
his ear.

“Agreed.”
Rex mumbled, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck.

No
one would believe them anyhow he thought ruefully to himself, trying
to banish the embarrassment of being caught in the act by someone
that high ranking.

Fallen for you is great! I like how they are all reaching out to each other. Can we see Palpatine getting shut down everytime he tries to get in contact with Anakin? Because he deserves all the bad things, while Anakin deserves good things

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Frowning faintly to himself, Plo stared at the comm in his hand for
several long minutes, his mind lost in thought before he got to his
feet and made his way out of his own quarters with the comm he had
been entrusted held tightly in his grasp.

When Anakin, rubbing the
back of his neck sheepishly with Obi-Wan at his side, had arrived and
quietly asked Plo to take over his comm for a while, Plo had been
endeared by the trust given him.

Now he was annoyed.

Because in the last four
days he had the comm, the chancellor had tried to contact Anakin not
once, not twice but eight times.

Three calls and five
message functions and a this point he was not only annoyed by the
constant interruption to his own life but also alarmed by how much
the chancellor of the Republic took contact with one Jedi knight.

For what purpose the
Chancellor wouldn’t tell Plo and that was enough to send several
red flags up to the top and Plo needed…

A second opinion.

Skywalker had trusted him
to hold his comm, to keep distraction to a minimum while the boy
tried to deal with his own Fallen state and Plo would do his best as
someone trusted to do that.

Pausing in front of the
door, Plo glanced at the name plate before knocking, waiting.

“Caleb, no don-wait! Oh
for… you are cleaning that up padawan.” Came from inside the
quarters and Plo couldn’t help but grin as he heard the familiar
chuckle of Mace Windu mix in with Depa’s exasperated tone.

“Karma sure is a thing
isn’t it Depa?” He stated in a faux innocent voice and Plo could
almost imagine all the younglings faces.

And they were younglings
to him.

Most of the temple outside
of Yoda and a few wookie Jedi were far to young to be anything but. And Yaddle was an age mate.

Finally the door opened, a
frazzled Depa standing to attention before she saw who it was, a
smile crossing her face as one of her braids dropped into her face.
“Master Plo, what an unexpected pleasure, please, come in and
excuse the mess.” She stepped back and he stepped in.

And firmly paused, staring
into the room before slowly turning his head to look at Mace, the man
standing over by the bedroom doors with a wicked grin on his face as
Depa’s young padawan continued trying to remove what looked like
sticky blue gum off the floor, walls and caff table. “What in Force
name…” Plo couldn’t help but chuckled.

“Caleb science
experiment went wrong.” Mace continued to grin wickedly and Plo couldn’t help
but chuckle too, remembering a certain young lady’s own science
experiment going very wrong in Mace old quarters.

If he had heard the rumors right, the
left wall was still red tinted from that experiment. “I see.” He
turned his head to smirk at Depa and laughed outright when she stuck
her tongue out at both older Jedi.

Shaking herself, Depa face
turned from a smirk to a small smile. “Is there anything I can help
you with Master Plo? I’d offer you something but I’m afraid I
don’t have anything safe for kel dors but as it is, you can come in
with boots on since we need to do a hard clean after Caleb’s little
experiment.” The human stated, her young padawan’s clearly
blushing a deep red.

Reminded why he had made
his way to these quarters, Plo humor faded as he lifted the comm,
catching Mace attention. “I’m afraid I’m in need of a second
opinion my friends. Knight Skywalker has given me his comm for the
foreseeable future to limit distraction and I have in turn discovered
something… alarming in my eyes. Sate a potentially foolish man’s
worries.” He murmured.

The two older humans
exchanged looks, Caleb pausing in his cleaning to peek up with wide,
curious eyes.

In the end, three alarmed
council members were the result of Plo’s excursion, all of them
asking the same thing.

Why was the Chancellor
trying so desperately to speak with Knight Skywalker and was this a
common occurrence? And if so, how long had the Chancellor of the
Republic been speaking with the young knight like so.

Had this been going on
since he was a padawan, when he was no more than ten and just a child
that didn’t know better than to listen to an authority figure?

The implication of it were
not… comforting to any of them, even Caleb, squeezing out a rag of
blue water into a bucket, looked uncomfortable.

“Skywalker needs all the
space he can get right now,” Depa murmured, a hand resting on chin
with fingers sprawled against her lips. “But we can try asking
Obi-Wan while Skywalker is in his own therapy with you… this has to
be done cautiously regardless, if we were to discover something…”
She trailed off.

Three masters exchanged
long, uneasy looks.

This was building to be
something that should not been allowed to happen.

In JediAreCats can we see everyone going»Wait they like each other?!?!?» To the relationship plo Koon has with his wolf pack/son’s (since everyone thinks cats and dogs hate each other) (♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ and take my platonic love for you are amazing)

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Rubbing his chin, Mace glanced at Obi-Wan and then jerked lightly
towards the napping pile, getting a small shrug in return. “Yeah, I
don’t know either. It’s always surprising to see them all like
this.” He stated quietly.

The
reason for their little staring game?

Plo
Koon and his wolfpack, currently curled up in the sun all together
with Plo in the middle and the rest of the pack settled around.

From
what Obi-Wan understood, the Wolfpack were actually mixed in with
some canine DNA, making them more wolfish and predatory in nature
than the rest of the troopers.

That
didn’t always mix so well with felines and Jedi had sometimes
encountered people with canine DNA that reacted rather negatively to
their presence.

It had
been one of the small worries at the start of the war when Plo had
taken on the Wolfpack.

However,
to many’s surprise, the troopers reacted just as any other clone
and wrapped around their Jedi in a tightly knit, protective pack.

They
were even more attuned to Plo than most troopers even, more aware of
the under currant of instincts that the Jedi fought against with the
Force and knew better than anyone when to step in to help their Jedi
and how to behave around said Jedi when the instincts, in a rare
moment, got the better of Plo.

Plo,
Yaddle and Yoda were very old and all three of them had good handles
on their instincts… most of the time that was.

There
were instances where even Yoda, Yaddle and Plo’s instincts were
pushed to the brink and they gave after for them.

Like
when they were napping in sunny spots and woke abruptly from said
naps.

Obi-Wan
had a very vivid memory of Qui-Gon pouncing on Yoda during one of
their returns to the temple, both of them tired but Qui-Gon feeling
mischievous on his instincts when they saw Yoda napping in the
gardens.

The
big human had slunk off, shockingly silent for a man his size and
made his way to Yoda as everyone nearby had either watched in
suspense or been held back by their friends so Qui-Gon could do said
pouncing on his Grandmaster.

Yoda
had not been amused and had retaliated by Force showing
Qui-Gon high and fast up into the sky, the big man landing with a
humongous splash right into the closest river and coming out sopping
and spluttering as Yoda grunted in satisfaction before going right
back to his nap as everyone around cackled.

Obi-Wan
had faint memories of scuttling around a dripping Qui-Gon,
alternating between being worried like a kit and wanting to rub up
against him like a kitten seeking reassurance and giggling at the
sight of his master looking like a drowned cat.

It was
a fonder memory of gentler days.

Smiling
slightly to himself, fiddling with his bell, Obi-Wan glanced around
and found Cody, settled on a crate as he spoke with Ponds, the two
commanders looking like they were debating rather heavily.

His
smile grew at the sight of relaxed men, being able to be just that…
be relaxed.

There
were patrols out and people working but mostly people were getting to
relax as it was the still before the storm.

“We’re
lucky to have them, aren’t we?” Mace rumbled, his voice breaking
through Obi-Wan’s thoughts suddenly.

Glancing
at the older man, Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “Anyone else would have
exposed all of our habits… not all of them to be spiteful but out
of feeling the rest of the galaxy should know or because they find it
hilarious but the troopers… they only make short little videos,”
He looked back at Cody and Ponds, his smile softening with fondness.
“Nothing that could harm us, nothing that could bite back but only
shows us as…” He trailed off.

“Sentient
beings just like everyone else, compassionate and flawed like
everyone else and yet worth care.” Mace added, crossing his arms
over his chest.

Obi-Wan
knew that Mace wasn’t too fond of the exposed ‘Jedi are cats’
but that he understood the impact it was having on the public and
therefore was allowing it.

It was
nice to be welcomed for once instead of looked at with suspicion, the
people they interacted with curiously waiting to see the feline
behavior.

‘Maybe…
we could make it out of this war… maybe.’ Obi-Wan mused, flushing
when he saw Cody’s eyes trained on him, fondness in the troopers
eyes.

For JediAreCats can you write something about Mace windu or Kit Fisto?

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There’s a noise.

It’s
the fluttery noise of an insect and it should be ignored because this
is serious time but there is a fluttery noise of wings and Mace is
really trying to give his attention to Commander Ponds and Commander
Cody.

But
there is an insect and it is flying around.

And
Obi-Wan is smirking at him over the table, smug asshole he is. He can
hear the bug too, his hands are fisted on the table and he can hear
the bug too but is ignoring it better than the master of the order as Mace and he stares each other Jedi down,
ignoring the collar and bell the other is still wearing.

And
the little hickey he doesn’t think anyone is noticing that
Commander Cody keeps glancing at.

But
Ponds is being serious and delivering a report…

But
there is a bug.

“Sir?”
Ponds paused mid-report, giving him a careful look as Mace quite
firmly twitched back to the situation at hand.

“Apologies, please continue
on commander.” Mace inclined his head, resisting the urge to make a
clicking noise as the bug wings fluttering hit his ears again, the tiny flapping
noise.

Ponds
was giving him a look, Cody too, though he was switching to eyeing
Obi-Wan carefully and Mace can see Obi-Wan’s eyes twitching.

He’s
looking for the bug too.

The
noise is almost grating and Mace needs to focus.

‘Or
a nap.’ He thought ruefully, even as Ponds continued with the
report much to the Jedi master’s relief as he slowly crossed his
arms behind his back in parade rest, forcing himself to relaxing
and keep an open body language.

And
then the bug shot past the command table, caught in the color of the
topical holo map of the landscape, both Obi-Wan and Mace eyes zeroing
in on the annoyance and while Obi-Wan simply twitched, managing to
resist the impulse, Mace did not, too tired to fight against the
impulses the Force gave them.

And
with a loud growl, Mace pounced forward, Commander Cody barely jumping out
of the way to avoid being crashed into by an eighty four kg heavy
Jedi master as he flew across the table, his large hands smacking
together to make a resounding boom as he caught the bug in his grasp,
smoshing it between his palms as a small chittering noise escaped the
back of his throat.

All at
once, the situation hit Mace as he stood crouched down on the other
side of the temple, Obi-Wan smirking smugly down at him with Cody,
Ponds and the rest of the command tent staring at him with wide eyes
before realization hit.

“You’re
tired, aren’t you General.” Ponds carefully stated more than he asked.

Flushing,
grateful his dark skin hid it, Mace slowly straightened. “…There
was a bug.” He muttered, sending a glare at Obi-Wan when the damn
Stewjoni cackled quietly at him.

Then
he smirked when Commander Cody sent him a sharp look at the noise,
Obi-Wan flustering a bit. “They both are from the sounds of it,”
Cody stated dryly, glancing at his fellow clone commander. “…Maybe
a small recess before we continue?” He questioned, clearly speaking
over the head of both of them and kark Obi-Wan for promoting Cody, he
was Marshall Commander and could actually do that.

“Cody…”
Obi-Wan whined quietly only to sigh and glance at Mace when the trooper threw him a sharp, evaluating look. “…The
Force is being a bit prickly, maybe a nap might be a good idea?” He
grumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Glancing
down at his hands smashed together still, Mace grimaced and nodded.
“And an antibacterial cloth…” The man grumbled before letting
out a relieved noise as Ponds pulled a cloth out of one of the
pockets of his belt. “Force bless you commander.” Mace opened his
hands, both grimacing at the green mess in his slimy hands, barely
noticing Commander Cody leading Obi-Wan away.

I just read your latest installment of AWOL Jedi and ugh, I love it so much! Obi was angsting about not being able to trust Anakin and not being enough for him or Qui-Gon. Please tell me someone picks up on this and reassures him? The Jedi and clones are rebuilding together, it’s time to heal and reassure, right? RIGHT?!

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Gasping as he was pulled up, Obi-Wan let out a whine as he weakly
tried to pull away, crying out against a shoulder before he realized
that he knew this smell. Sharp, musky and undertone of sweetness that
came from the temple detergent they had taken with them.

The body holding him was
warm and hard and with a muffled little sniffle, Obi-Wan shakily
fisted the others tunic as Mace held him in the dark of the tent, a
warm rumbling voice speaking into his ear. “I don’t know what
happened Obi-Wan, but you’re alright, you’re safe. I’m here.”
The master of the order murmured.

Realizing he must have
been projecting out into the Force, Obi-Wan nodded into the others
shoulder, knowing Mace would never ask ‘why’ the other was
behaving in such a manner and simply offer the comfort he could.

Which Obi-Wan would accept
as he curled more into Mace warm body, shuddering as light slowly
turned on enough to give the room a dim glow from the lamp hanging in
the ceiling of the tent they shared.

A quip about frivolous
Force use passed through Obi-Wan’s mind but didn’t pass his lips
as he instead opted to press his face into Mace neck, letting out a
hiccup.

There were no tears,
regardless how bad Obi-Wan felt, he didn’t cry this time.

He had spent too many days
crying over Anakin and his choices and too many years crying over
Qui-Gon’s rejection.

A warm thumb stroked over
his exposed temple, a soothing motion that helped with his other
pressed to the other man’s chest, Mace rumbling deep in his chest
with his heart a steady beat.

It was a good noise, deep
and steady and soothing as he curled closer into the warmth until he
was literally sitting in Mace lap, seeking comfort.

Steadily, he managed to
match his breath and heartbeat to the steady one of his friend, only
now noticing how rushed it all was compared to the calm tattoo of the
master of the order.

Letting out a shuddering
breath after who knew how long time, Obi-Wan eased his grip on the
others tunic without fully letting go, his knuckles aching from the
death grip he had on the dark fabric moments earlier.

“Better?” Mace
murmured, swiping his thumb over Obi-Wan’s temple once more before
sliding down his neck in a calming motion. Thankfully, when Obi-Wan
nodded, Mace let him remain close with his head settled on the
shoulder, let him draw in lungfuls of musky air into his lungs.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help
but be grateful, feeling weak and bereft as he was. It wouldn’t
shock him if he was left even worse without a grounding touch.

“You were quivering so
hard the bed rattled when I arrived,” Mace continued, his large,
callused hand resting on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, the warmth of
it a comfort. “And you were holding your breath. I was worried…”
He breathed out, not finishing his sentence before he shifted,
Obi-Wan able to feel the shift of the Force.

Another display of
frivolous Force use as Mace summoned the half drunk water bottle
Obi-Wan had sipped from earlier.

He set the bottle tip to
Obi-Wan’s mouth, carefully tipping it so Obi-Wan could take a few
sip to moisten his shockingly dry mouth.

How long had he been
spiraling to be that dry in his mouth?

Obi-Wan hoped no one else
had caught him projecting into the Force, regardless how grateful he
was for Mace support as he drank most of the bottle of water the
master held to his lips.

Finally, he managed to
glance up, finding Mace watching him with a serene expression,
concern in dark eyes. “Thank you… for…” Obi-Wan awkwardly
licked his chapped lips before sighing deeply.

Quirking his lips into a
thin smile, Mace sent the bottle back to the crate as he gave
Obi-Wan’s neck a supporting squeeze. “You are my friend Obi-Wan.
I won’t ask what happened, what you were thinking to get you there,
especially after the day you had,” Obi-Wan colored a ruddy color at
the reminder of the ink incident leaving him high. “I will however
ask if you wish me to stay?” Mace eyed him closely, dark eyes
searching Obi-Wan’s very soul for any signs of deception or call
for help, the dim of the tent casting shadows over his face.

Blinking uncomprehendingly
for a moment, it took Obi-Wan an embarrassingly amount of time to
catch on to the offer but when he finally did, he colored even darker
even as he nodded. “I would… be grateful if you did, if it’s
not an inconvenience.” Obi-Wan choked out

A small chuckle, not
mocking but just genuinely amused, escaped Mace. “I wouldn’t have
offered if it did.” Mace stated before shifting, using the Force to
remove his boots and send his footwear over by his bed.

His belt, sash, outer
tunic and robe followed moments later, resting folded on the bed, all
without Mace letting go of Obi-Wan until he was finally comfortable
with laying down.

These field bunks weren’t
made for two grown men but they made due, Obi-Wan tucked in against
Mace larger body with his head pillowed on the man’s collarbone,
Mace warm arm tucked protectively around the redhead’s body as
Obi-Wan made himself as small as possible.

It reminded Obi-Wan of his
creche days and the piles Initiates often ended curled up in for
comfort, of happier and easier days when life wasn’t so complicated
and his worst issue was Bruck Chun’s bullying acts.

“Sleep Obi-Wan, your
dreams are guarded.” Mace stated, his voice rumbling deep in his
chest as Obi-Wan’s head rose and fell with every deep breath of the
man’s lungs, his heartbeat a steadying lullaby.

If asked later, Obi-Wan
couldn’t say if it was the warmth, the promise or the utter
security in having another person against him, but regardless of
which or a mix of it, his eyes soon closed as an utter calm swept
him, keeping his mind blissfully blank as he finally fell asleep.

OMG I loved the latest AWOL Jedi. The Clone’s and Jedi going off together! A dream come true. Obi-Wan seeming happy and relaxed. Please tell us what happens next? (and some more happy clone-jedi interactions maybe?🥺)

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It
started as a joke among the troopers really.

Drugging
the Jedi’s water supply to make them more impressionable so they
would listen to reason when the troopers preformed their case.

In
the end, that was what they had done, a week after the younglings had
been attacked while on their little expedition to the wookie arts
exhibition, the only reason none of them got seriously hurt being the
intervention of two of the wookie artist and the troopers themselves
covering for the crechemaster’s escape and gathering of their young
charges.

Little
Billa head wound was still a matter of great anger among the troopers
but she recovered from it quite easily and without a scar but the
sight of a five year old bleeding fiercely in the arms of Dolan had
still caused an uproar among them.

And
the wookie artist themselves, despite being artist, had been a great
help as they proved that under all that fur was a massive amount of
muscles.

The
Jedi had all firmly retreated into the temple properly, no longer
leaving at all even for small expeditions of compassion to the under
privileged areas of Coruscant or for personal reasons like visiting
friends outside of the temple.

That
was when they had inducted the drugs into the temple’s water
supply, while also setting up guards because seriously, why was it so
easy to get to the electrical and water supply of the Jedi temple?

They
ran on a separate one from the majority of Coruscant, even the Senate
fat cats!

If
the Separatist had found this out in the start then they could easily
have harmed not only the Jedi in the field but the ones on Coruscant
that did not leave.

Was
it ethical of the troopers to drug the Jedi’s water supply?

No,
they were totally aware it was not ethical on any level, that
drugging an unknowing person was outright illegal and to be drugging
people who trusted them, who depended on them, was even worse a
betrayal really.

Was
it necessary?

Yes,
it was absolutely necessary in the eyes of the troopers.

They
would argue it until the hills of every planet crumbled, it was
deeply necessary for the Jedi temple’s water supply, that also
converted into fresh air in certain pumps in the temple, to be
drugged for
a good week.

Just
enough for the Jedi to not be as rigid when an entourage of eight
clone commanders and captains showed up and politely requested to
speak with the gathered High council, marshal commander Cody in the
front as the highest ranking clone trooper there was due to General
Kenobi’s constant promotion of the man.

It
was a passionate but contained speech, preformed mainly by Cody but
with the others chiming in now and again, from Wolffe’s growled
words to Bly’s careful ones and Rex’s more defeated tone.

Maybe
it was the drug in the water supplies and in the air, maybe it was
the Force that the troopers weren’t trained for or maybe it was the
council finally realizing the danger they were in.

That
all the Jedi were in.

But
whatever it was, they listened and then they agreed.

After
that came a week of careful investigation and research along with
slow packing though the creche and Hall was not touched as no one
wanted up upset the children or the healers to be in chaos in case of
the worse case scenario, clone troopers working alongside Jedi to
find a space for them.

It
had to be a planet with oxygen, gravity, rich flora and fauna,
outside of Republican or Separatist space but
still near enough the trade routes in case they needed to trade for
supplies
and most importantly of all… it had to be uninhabited.

That
left the
unknown regions
as all core worlds, mid rims and outer rims were full of people or
ownership.

And
so they researched.

Finally
they found a planet, past
Ilum and when the Jedi had seen it, they had clearly been confused
because while it had ice just as Illum, it was also half covered in
forest on one side, a mix of tropical with oceans and the rest being
coniferous in nature.

It
should have been prime market, it should have almost been fought over
and yet here it was, pristine and untouched as if it had simply been
waiting on the Jedi to find them.

The
water was for the most part not drinkable but with the ice… they
could make it work and several Jedi went to work the moment they
arrived to make vaporators in the tropical section, drawing the
humidity from the air.

They
would have water, enough for everyone and luckily, most of the
aquatic Jedi were content with the salt water or the lakes for now
for hydrating swims as they all got started on making a new home on
their new planet.

“So,
what do you think we should call our new home?”
The
master of the order had asked marshal commander Cody.

Glancing
around, flushing under his helmet as he took notice of Obi-Wan
smiling warmly at him, Cody let out a small grunt before shrugging.
“Vercopa sounds good to me sir.” He finally told Mace, ignoring
Obi-Wan’s little knowing
chuckle and his own vode’s little sniggers and snorts.

After
all, this planet was their hope.

Hope
for a new life.

BondsOfAffection – don’t leave us hanging, pretty please with a cherry on top. Btw is it weird that I think Obi’s default reaction is reddening of ears before the blush invades his face and goes everywhere else ^^ Now I can see it him going all red and Mace mentally snickering at him though being supportive too :)

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“Yes.”

It
wasn’t Obi-Wan who responded but Captain Rex, all Jedi eyes
shifting to him as the clone stepped forward until he was standing
right beside the man, Rex amber eyes focused on Depa.

“Captain
Rex?” She nodded to him, giving her attention to him and
thereby also the floor.

Raising
his hand and settling it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, everyone noted how
the redhead relaxed minutely despite
still blushing and
how
Rex
himself let his shoulders sink with
his own relief.
“Sirs, I don’t know much about Jedi os-Jedi powers or bonds or
Force stuff,” The captain stated slowly, clearly
cautious.
“But I’m intuitive enough to know and feel that separation will
not do me or Obi-Wan well but instead be outright harmful to our
psyches, sirs.” He stated calmly, holding tightly onto the Jedi.

Everyone
took notice of how the normally tactful and respectful captain was
quite clearly using Obi-Wan’s first name and letting rank slide, most likely without given
permission but due to the bond they shared, it demanded closeness and
intimacy.

It
was clear that the bond was in effect, deep effect.

Finally,
Obi-Wan lifted his head, licking his lips nervous. “With Duchess
Satine, the damage was limited because we were teens,
I was a teen… the dept of bonds created at that age isn’t as…
demanding as when one becomes an adult. Emotions change more easily
as teens even if they can be consuming, they aren’t always as
deep.” He murmured, adding his own two cent.

Leaning
forward, Yaddle let out a low hum. “Then the bond you have to
Captain Rex, the closest of bonds outside of family it is?” She
raised both ears and a brow.

Clearly
swallowing heavily under the multitude of eyes, Rex still facing
forward but tightening his grasp on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the redhead
gave a small nod. “Yes. If I was to put it in the words of Stewjon,
I made a Mullaka bond to Rex. A Loverssoul bond.” He whispered.

There
was a long pause, mostly from confusion before Mace let out a deep
breath, leaning forward and Yoda rubbed his face with one clawed
hand. “Obi-Wan… those can’t
be broken in life… at all. Only death breaks a Mullaka bond you
told me.” He murmured, his tone even but his eyes wide in the holo.

Anakin
let out a choked noise at the news, Obi-Wan flinching before he
nodded. “I’m
aware of that, I’m the one who told you that.” He stated tersely.

“Don’t
take that tone with me Obi-Wan,” Mace responded back, a furrow
between his brows as he seemed to grow contemplative and even more
worried. “I was the one who had to aid you overcome your broken
Muellaka bond, I know exactly the kind of havoc that brought on your
mind and
how hard it was for you to recover afterward.”
He stated sternly.

There
was a long quiet that no one else seemed to dare to break, slightly
nervous looks being exchanged by Depa and Kit.

“…Apologies
Obi-Wan, that was… uncalled for.” Mace finally murmured, sighing
deeply as he sat back in his chair while rubbing the back of his
head.

“…No,
no it wasn’t. I’m not happy you revealed this knowledge to the
council at full and others, but it’s not untrue. You were the one
who helped me and my bond was broken years
ago.”
Obi-Wan breathed heavily, rubbing his face with one hand.

A
long breath escaped Yoda. “Suspect I did, that deeper your
relationship to Qui-Gon was but limit it I thought you did.” He
murmured disapprovingly.

Obi-Wan
let out a humorless laugh that had almost everyone flinching. “I
was twenty and in desperate love with my own master and my own people
had an ingrained weakness that I couldn’t control fully because no
one knew how to train me for it, of course the bond formed and grew as I grew with genuine emotions. And Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan laugh cut
off before resuming in a much sadder tone. “And Qui-Gon was the
maverick, the one who went against the council, who reminded you that
we were sentient
beings of flesh and bone and want and desires and hate and love all
in the same filthy
yet wonderful package.
How was I to do anything but love him? And I was lucky enough for him to love me in return.”

They
all stared at Obi-Wan, who had been so ashamedly staring at his feet
until now.

Now
he was fire and words and the Negotiator all the more.

“And
resist Qui-Gon did not? Your master he was.” Yoda pointed out,
voice croaky and
clearly judging.

Obi-Wan
let out a low sigh. “…You placed us together, you
pulled and you pushed even when Qui-Gon tried to push me away and
not have me as his padawan…
and then you’re shocked by the dept of the bond you meddled
to make sure existed became?” He noted with narrowed eyes. “Qui-Gon
is dead, he can do nothing to defend himself and his actions. You
will not besmirch what is left of him to us and best of all, you can
do nothing to
darken my
memories. And the past will remain the past,
if Mace could avoid judging me, so will you also refrain from it.”
He finally settled with.

A
long silence echoed once more before Yoda gave a quiet grunt, clearly
letting go.

For
now at least.

“My
only note is this,” Ka-Adi murmured, leaning in to make sure the
others saw him. “Who will take over for Captain Rex at Knight
Skywalker’s side?” He questioned, a small frown on his face.

“Might
I make a recommendation, sirs?” Rex spoke up once more.

“Of
course,” Mace shifted his attention squarely on Rex. “You know
your men and your brothers best, please, make a recommendation.” He
gestured one large hand in an approving motion.

Obi-Wan
in the meantime tuned out that and instead slowly looked at the still
shell shocked Anakin.

He
knew he would have to have a long conversation with his former
padawan.

To
explain.

Himself,
the bonding nature, Qui-Gon, Rex… hopefully Anakin would listen.