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Father sheev- oh no the fated day it’s coming. dear author if it’s anakin fate to turn dark I’m at peace with that but please don’t let him murder those youngling’s! That all I ask please don’t make him a child murder make him fall some other way.

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He’s
not sure what makes him turn away from Dex diner.

Something
is itching and burning in the pit of his stomach and Anakin can’t
help but figure its connected to his husband because of his worry for
the other man. And for the unborn baby inside of him that makes
Anakin push the skycar even faster through the sky.

And
he’s right.

Yanda
and human he thinks is named Ceena is laying dead on the floor, saber
marks on their body.

But
its the next thing that will forever be seared in Anakin’s mind as
he races into the apartment he has shared with his beloved, finding
Windu standing over Obi-Wan whose
collapsed to the floor with a wet puddle spreading around him,
his oh so pregnant husband’s arm wrapped around his swollen stomach
as Palpatine crashes into the room with a saber in hand and guards
behind him.

The
next few moments are… blurry.

But
Anakin knows he killed council members.

Obi-Wan
is in labor, the
stress of being attacked setting him off while his bodyguards are
dead
because of Jedi.

The
council attacked the Chancellor’s son.

The
Jedi are traitors to the Republic.

Palpatine
is the Sith
lord.

And
Anakin?

Anakin
kneels for the man for his husband needs him and his father in law is
right, the Jedi are traitors and need to be dealt with and
Force they attacked Obi-Wan!

He
has… no other choice.

()()()

Murmuring
quietly to his son, Sheev carefully guided his boy through the hall
with his guards close behind.

Obi-Wan
squeezed his arm a tad too hard, groaning. “I can’t… believe
you…” He gasped. “Sent my husband away!” He panted loudly as
he continued to stagger.

“Apologies
but weld with the iron hot my son,” Sheev guided them towards the
skycar. “I’ve done the edits to the chips as you requested so be
content with that.” He said sternly to cover his concern. Obi-Wan
did not look good and he cursed the Jedi council once more, those
bodyguards were picked with good
reason and
now Sheev needed to get his son to a medical facility because the
bodyguards were dead!

It
did not help when Obi-Wan whimpered, his ripped rich blue robe with
silver stitching catching on the floor because it was wet and heavy.

“T-The
younglings will be-be fine?” Obi-Wan stammered out, trying to focus
on something different than his body aching with sensation from his
labor pains and the stress from the Jedi council.

“Yes,
the troopers have specific orders for the children,” Sheev pushed
his son into the back of the skycar and snarled an order at his
guards to get them moving.
“Foolish boy that you are, do not think I did not feel the darkness
in the Force. You goaded
them into attacking you, I know you did.” He growled at Obi-Wan
rubbing the others hands.

He
growled even louder when Obi-Wan sent him a smug if pained tinged
smirk. “It worked didn’t it? You should seen
Windu’s face.” He laughed in pain.

“Oh
yes I imagine it was very funny,” Sheev agreed sardonically,
turning his head to bark at his red dressed guards again before
returning to his son. “Until that same Jedi had you on the floor!”
He snapped.

Obi-Wan
paused, peering at his father for a long moment with only the
occasional twitch of pain and squeezing of the others hand. Then he
smiled softly.

“What?”
Sheev snapped.

“It
seems you do have a weakness father,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly,
Sheev’s brows raising in shock. “And its me.” He continued
quietly chuckling.

“…Just
keep breathing Obi-Wan.” Sheev murmured, ignoring the sight of the
Jedi temple starting to smoke in the distance.

He
had more important things to focus on.

So they have rescued Obi in burning bird, but what will happen now that Palpatine is in the wind?

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True
to his words, Obi-Wan stays away from the entire issue of the now
missing and on the run Sith Lord currently most likely roaming
Coruscant’s slums in an attempt to hide and get away most
likely.
No Obi-Wan quietly and calmly curls up with his mate in their
quarters, hiding from the temple and galaxy with his mate as he heals
from whatever minor injuries he was exposed to from multiple of
samples taken by Palpatine.

Staying
away from the search for the man, the information the troopers are
collecting and Qui-Gon and Yan hunting through Coruscant for the man.

Though
Plo had asked a good question before
Obi-Wan left the Halls with his Anakin and the little birds inside of
him.

Why
had Palpatine abducted Obi-Wan when starbirds could implode
and take themselves out for good along
with their captor?

It
didn’t seem like a thing Sith would do without some kind of
survival tactic.

“They
don’t know,” Anakin answered simply. “Sith who are exposed to
it don’t survive to write down the fire that burns them and those
who know about the starbirds last defense against the dark side don’t
write it down just in case something like this would happen. Its the
very last line of defense to avoid giving the Sith an immortal
apprentice or the galaxy an immortal Sith to crush it.” He
explained while lifting Obi-Wan into a hoverchair with
as much care as possible to not jostle Obi-Wan’s pregnancy heavy
body,
the
redhead accepting the protective nature of his mate with a roll of
his eyes but to be fair, he was tired and
didn’t want to move much.

“Most
assume some kind of accident in the past when Sith have burned from
starbirds implosion,” Obi-Wan continued quietly, resting his hands
in his lap. “And I’m more than content to keep it that way. The
last line of defense that they don’t know about and therefor can’t
find a way to suppress.” He finished with a yawn.

Leaning
down, Anakin pressed a soft kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Okay, nest
time. We can hear what’s going on later but
right now you need rest and bet so do our little birds after the
stress you’ve gone through.”
He murmured seriously, pushing the
chair towards the door.

Smiling
wryly, Obi-Wan waved at the others even as
he
settled
back
in the chair.

To
sleep in his own bed would be a miracle.

()()()

Sneering
to himself as he dodged yet another spotlight, Sidious
ensured his hood was up to avoid being spotted by all the clones
hunting him down.

Of
all the things to go wrong…

How
had they figured it out!?

When?

It
didn’t matter.

This
would complicate the situation yes but Sidious still had majority, he
still had the droid army.

He
would grab power of the galaxy if it was the last thing he did, he
had come so far and wasn’t about to give up now even as he was
walking through the slums of Coruscant with rain dripping down on his
black cloak as he avoided the troopers seemingly everywhere.

To
late did he notice he was being herded
down a particular path.

To
late did he take note of the clone troopers moving along the roof
above him, keeping up with him with ease as Sidious was trying to
avoid being noticed while they had top ground where people rarely
looked.

By
the time he noticed the prowling troopers,
it
was too late as
the rain came down even stronger, soaking all of them in the gray
light of Coruscant slums.

Barely
able to bring up his lightsaber in
time for the first blast, Sidious growled and lifted the trooper off
his feet to snap his neck however the first blast was a distraction
from the true weapon.

Fire
may not harm a starbird, born in the hearts of stars as they are. But
fire would totally burn a Sith lord who is distracted as a
flamethrower is turned on him, Sidious
focus on the blast and the trooper who had tried to shoot him.

Kero
grinned in utter delight as he unleashed the fire on the man who
would not only try harming one of their
Jedi but a pregnant one and abduct
them from the clones own home base! Kero was going to enjoy burning
him to cinders as
Sidious screamed in pain, the fire swallowing his body whole and
lighting fabric, hair and skin on fire!

So they have rescued Obi in burning bird, but what will happen now that Palpatine is in the wind?

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True
to his words, Obi-Wan stays away from the entire issue of the now
missing and on the run Sith Lord currently most likely roaming
Coruscant’s slums in an attempt to hide and get away most
likely.
No Obi-Wan quietly and calmly curls up with his mate in their
quarters, hiding from the temple and galaxy with his mate as he heals
from whatever minor injuries he was exposed to from multiple of
samples taken by Palpatine.

Staying
away from the search for the man, the information the troopers are
collecting and Qui-Gon and Yan hunting through Coruscant for the man.

Though
Plo had asked a good question before
Obi-Wan left the Halls with his Anakin and the little birds inside of
him.

Why
had Palpatine abducted Obi-Wan when starbirds could implode
and take themselves out for good along
with their captor?

It
didn’t seem like a thing Sith would do without some kind of
survival tactic.

“They
don’t know,” Anakin answered simply. “Sith who are exposed to
it don’t survive to write down the fire that burns them and those
who know about the starbirds last defense against the dark side don’t
write it down just in case something like this would happen. Its the
very last line of defense to avoid giving the Sith an immortal
apprentice or the galaxy an immortal Sith to crush it.” He
explained while lifting Obi-Wan into a hoverchair with
as much care as possible to not jostle Obi-Wan’s pregnancy heavy
body,
the
redhead accepting the protective nature of his mate with a roll of
his eyes but to be fair, he was tired and
didn’t want to move much.

“Most
assume some kind of accident in the past when Sith have burned from
starbirds implosion,” Obi-Wan continued quietly, resting his hands
in his lap. “And I’m more than content to keep it that way. The
last line of defense that they don’t know about and therefor can’t
find a way to suppress.” He finished with a yawn.

Leaning
down, Anakin pressed a soft kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Okay, nest
time. We can hear what’s going on later but
right now you need rest and bet so do our little birds after the
stress you’ve gone through.”
He murmured seriously, pushing the
chair towards the door.

Smiling
wryly, Obi-Wan waved at the others even as
he
settled
back
in the chair.

To
sleep in his own bed would be a miracle.

()()()

Sneering
to himself as he dodged yet another spotlight, Sidious
ensured his hood was up to avoid being spotted by all the clones
hunting him down.

Of
all the things to go wrong…

How
had they figured it out!?

When?

It
didn’t matter.

This
would complicate the situation yes but Sidious still had majority, he
still had the droid army.

He
would grab power of the galaxy if it was the last thing he did, he
had come so far and wasn’t about to give up now even as he was
walking through the slums of Coruscant with rain dripping down on his
black cloak as he avoided the troopers seemingly everywhere.

To
late did he notice he was being herded
down a particular path.

To
late did he take note of the clone troopers moving along the roof
above him, keeping up with him with ease as Sidious was trying to
avoid being noticed while they had top ground where people rarely
looked.

By
the time he noticed the prowling troopers,
it
was too late as
the rain came down even stronger, soaking all of them in the gray
light of Coruscant slums.

Barely
able to bring up his lightsaber in
time for the first blast, Sidious growled and lifted the trooper off
his feet to snap his neck however the first blast was a distraction
from the true weapon.

Fire
may not harm a starbird, born in the hearts of stars as they are. But
fire would totally burn a Sith lord who is distracted as a
flamethrower is turned on him, Sidious
focus on the blast and the trooper who had tried to shoot him.

Kero
grinned in utter delight as he unleashed the fire on the man who
would not only try harming one of their
Jedi but a pregnant one and abduct
them from the clones own home base! Kero was going to enjoy burning
him to cinders as
Sidious screamed in pain, the fire swallowing his body whole and
lighting fabric, hair and skin on fire!

Father Sheev: Padme discovers Obi-Wan’s secret and throws him a traditional Naboo baby shower.

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Settling
down the bag, Padme gave the former Senator from her planet an amused
look. “It was suppose to be a surprise but your bodyguard ambushed
Captain Typho when he tried to get access to your apartment.” She
giggled as Dorme held an icepack to the captain’s eye, leaving the
man fully blind as
he leaned into the blissful sensation of cold.

“I’m
more disturbed that you figured me out so easily.” Obi-Wan chuckled
quietly as he settled down on his couch, accepting the heated pad
Yanda was holding out to him “Though
I do apologize Captain Typho but my father has arranged for
bodyguards with good reason one would say.”
He
sent the temporarily blind man an
apologetic glance as Typho waved blindly at him that it was okay.

“You
bought the same items my sisters did when they were pregnant, the
heating pads helped their back and hips, the nausea aiding tea and
then there was the cotton pads for lactation.” She chuckled warmly.

“Please
don’t tell anyone, its humiliating enough as is.” Obi-Wan whined
a bit, resisting the urge to touch his chest.

Padme
just laughed softly and moved over, giving him a gentle hug as Sabe
continued pulling out the traditional dishes for a Nabooan babyshower
from the bag full of boxed dishes.

“All
part of your body preparing for he baby.” Padme soothed, picking up
Obi-Wan’s hand and patting it gently as she settled on the couch
beside him, letting her handmaidens take care of putting up the
decoration and getting food portioned out.

Not
to mention the gifts!

They
may have been a bit overeager with the gifts but baby shopping had
been surprisingly fun and consuming.

“Honestly
you should be happy captain Decan was not on guard,” Yanda suddenly
announced, the zabrak smirking slightly with the silver chains
decorating her four horns jingling lightly. “He’d be liable to
shot instead of going for hand to hand.” She announced to the room
at large, her orange and yellow toned skin catching the setting sun
from the window quite beautifully and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but
notice Sabe’s admiring look at the woman.

‘To
bad they have no interest in humans.’ He thought to himself as he
relaxed, eagerly accepting a plate of food as the babyshower was
getting on, the scent of food and the sounds of light music filling
the air. ‘I’ll have to put a plate aside for Anakin, he’ll
enjoy this meat and noodle dish.’

()()()

The
sun shone into the chamber of the council chamber of the Jedi as once
more a serious conversation was taking place by the esteemed members
of the High council.

“I’m
certain of his presence there, I believe its time to question the
younger Palpatine properly, even if that means bringing him in to the
temple.”

“Well
liked such a move will not be.”

“Master
Yoda is right but… at this point it might be necessary.”

“Perhaps
so Master Plo, however its imperative that you reach Utapau within
the day as Grievous is currently stationed there. Will you be able to
reach him in time?”

“My
men will get there within the day, I promise that… and the
Palpatine situation?”

“We
will bring him in tomorrow.”

The
tolls of a doom bell was going off in the Force, for better or for
worse the fate of the galaxy would be determined in a day.

Father Sheev: Padme discovers Obi-Wan’s secret and throws him a traditional Naboo baby shower.

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Settling
down the bag, Padme gave the former Senator from her planet an amused
look. “It was suppose to be a surprise but your bodyguard ambushed
Captain Typho when he tried to get access to your apartment.” She
giggled as Dorme held an icepack to the captain’s eye, leaving the
man fully blind as
he leaned into the blissful sensation of cold.

“I’m
more disturbed that you figured me out so easily.” Obi-Wan chuckled
quietly as he settled down on his couch, accepting the heated pad
Yanda was holding out to him “Though
I do apologize Captain Typho but my father has arranged for
bodyguards with good reason one would say.”
He
sent the temporarily blind man an
apologetic glance as Typho waved blindly at him that it was okay.

“You
bought the same items my sisters did when they were pregnant, the
heating pads helped their back and hips, the nausea aiding tea and
then there was the cotton pads for lactation.” She chuckled warmly.

“Please
don’t tell anyone, its humiliating enough as is.” Obi-Wan whined
a bit, resisting the urge to touch his chest.

Padme
just laughed softly and moved over, giving him a gentle hug as Sabe
continued pulling out the traditional dishes for a Nabooan babyshower
from the bag full of boxed dishes.

“All
part of your body preparing for he baby.” Padme soothed, picking up
Obi-Wan’s hand and patting it gently as she settled on the couch
beside him, letting her handmaidens take care of putting up the
decoration and getting food portioned out.

Not
to mention the gifts!

They
may have been a bit overeager with the gifts but baby shopping had
been surprisingly fun and consuming.

“Honestly
you should be happy captain Decan was not on guard,” Yanda suddenly
announced, the zabrak smirking slightly with the silver chains
decorating her four horns jingling lightly. “He’d be liable to
shot instead of going for hand to hand.” She announced to the room
at large, her orange and yellow toned skin catching the setting sun
from the window quite beautifully and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but
notice Sabe’s admiring look at the woman.

‘To
bad they have no interest in humans.’ He thought to himself as he
relaxed, eagerly accepting a plate of food as the babyshower was
getting on, the scent of food and the sounds of light music filling
the air. ‘I’ll have to put a plate aside for Anakin, he’ll
enjoy this meat and noodle dish.’

()()()

The
sun shone into the chamber of the council chamber of the Jedi as once
more a serious conversation was taking place by the esteemed members
of the High council.

“I’m
certain of his presence there, I believe its time to question the
younger Palpatine properly, even if that means bringing him in to the
temple.”

“Well
liked such a move will not be.”

“Master
Yoda is right but… at this point it might be necessary.”

“Perhaps
so Master Plo, however its imperative that you reach Utapau within
the day as Grievous is currently stationed there. Will you be able to
reach him in time?”

“My
men will get there within the day, I promise that… and the
Palpatine situation?”

“We
will bring him in tomorrow.”

The
tolls of a doom bell was going off in the Force, for better or for
worse the fate of the galaxy would be determined in a day.

HoarderSeerer: … Obi-Wan is going to be on antibiotics to prevent infection after his injuries, isn’t he? Anyways… Senate upheaval? Babies are a great way for people to realize that other living beings are also people.

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Frowning
a bit as he went through his messages, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath
through his nose. “Well,
its something.” He grumbled to himself as he lifted his cup to take
a small sip of tea.

“Hmm?”
Qui-Gon poked his head out of the kitchenette.

Waving
his pad, Obi-Wan sighed. “The Senate has made some concessions for
the troopers finally, anyone that show up pregnant are to return to
Coruscant or Kamino thank the Forces. They will be provided with
anything the baby and carrier in question would need.” He focused
back on the pad, reading the report.

“Its
the pebbles that starts the avalanche Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said
soothingly, coming over with a tray of finger sandwiches.

“I
know, I know but I keep wanting to push them. There are still those
who don’t consider the troopers ‘real’ and that pisses me off.”
Obi-Wan replied in a tight tone as Qui-Gon sat down on the couch
beside the redhead.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon gave his former padawan a surprised look. He could see what
Anakin meant that Obi-Wan was behaving… erratically lately.

‘A
better word would be ‘emotional’
I would have said.’ Qui-Gon studied
the other man while picking up a plate and filling a few of the
sandwiches onto it, watching Obi-Wan focus more on the pad. “But
well be that, there is some nice food here instead of those dry
reports.” Qui-Gon tried teasingly.

Letting
out a huff,
Obi-Wan did indeed set down the plate and lean in to fill the other
plate with food for himself, abandoning the teacup onto the table.

“Well,
at least Boil and the other troopers who become pregnant will be sa-”
Qui-Gon murmured before dropping his plate when Obi-Wan suddenly
jerked to his feet and ran for the fresher, his own plate crashing to
the floor.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon followed quickly as Obi-Wan started chucking up the content
of his stomach, rubbing the others back carefully with a deep frown
on his face. “Oh dear, this was unexpected. I thought my cooking
had improved a tiny bit.” He tried to joke even as Obi-Wan jerked a
bit as he vomited a bit more, only bile left.

Reaching
up, Qui-Gon pulled one of his facial cloth out of the shelf and
moistened it with water, offering it to Obi-Wan when he looked up
with a pale and sweaty face.

“Thank
you.” He croaked out, washing out of his beard where spittle and
bile rested.

Watching
the other, Qui-Gon reached for his toothpaste rinsing glass and
filled it with water. He figured Obi-Wan didn’t mind considering
all the times they had to share not only glasses but canteens,
bottles and the occasional ceremonial drink.

Gratefully
Obi-Wan accepted the glass to rinse out his mouth, spitting it out
and then getting to his feet. “Ugh, apologies, I seem to be
experiencing a stomach bug lately.” He
huffed, pushing his hair back from his face and wiping his forehead.

“Hmm
you did just return rather injured Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon rested his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, frowning deeply. “You may be feeling
some kind of after-affect from it, maybe you should go to the
healers.” He frowned.

Obi-Wan
grumbled.

“…That
wasn’t a question Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said blandly before picking
the other up and settling him on his shoulder, making sure not to
settle his old padawan on his stomach but lower to avoid agonizing
his stomach more.

“Ah!
Qui-Gon! Put me down!” Obi-Wan demanded as they made their way to
the door and into the hall. “Qui-Gon!” He outright whined,
flustering badly as he noticed Jedi looking at them and giggling.

“Old
master’s prerogative to look out for their old padawans Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon said cheerfully. “Beside, what would your Commander say if
he knew you didn’t go to the healers?” He noted with a smirk.

A
telling silence came at that, Obi-Wan outright sulking for a few
minutes before he finally talked. “I can walk you know.” He
mumbled.

“Indeed
you can, but you’re likely to make an escape if I put you down.”
Qui-Gon hummed, smirking once more when he heard a quiet ‘kriff’
from above.

To
he Halls they went, Anakin and Ahsoka joining them as they both
laughed at Obi-Wan being carted around by the old master. One more
obviously than the other.

HoarderSeerer: … Obi-Wan is going to be on antibiotics to prevent infection after his injuries, isn’t he? Anyways… Senate upheaval? Babies are a great way for people to realize that other living beings are also people.

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Frowning
a bit as he went through his messages, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath
through his nose. “Well,
its something.” He grumbled to himself as he lifted his cup to take
a small sip of tea.

“Hmm?”
Qui-Gon poked his head out of the kitchenette.

Waving
his pad, Obi-Wan sighed. “The Senate has made some concessions for
the troopers finally, anyone that show up pregnant are to return to
Coruscant or Kamino thank the Forces. They will be provided with
anything the baby and carrier in question would need.” He focused
back on the pad, reading the report.

“Its
the pebbles that starts the avalanche Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said
soothingly, coming over with a tray of finger sandwiches.

“I
know, I know but I keep wanting to push them. There are still those
who don’t consider the troopers ‘real’ and that pisses me off.”
Obi-Wan replied in a tight tone as Qui-Gon sat down on the couch
beside the redhead.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon gave his former padawan a surprised look. He could see what
Anakin meant that Obi-Wan was behaving… erratically lately.

‘A
better word would be ‘emotional’
I would have said.’ Qui-Gon studied
the other man while picking up a plate and filling a few of the
sandwiches onto it, watching Obi-Wan focus more on the pad. “But
well be that, there is some nice food here instead of those dry
reports.” Qui-Gon tried teasingly.

Letting
out a huff,
Obi-Wan did indeed set down the plate and lean in to fill the other
plate with food for himself, abandoning the teacup onto the table.

“Well,
at least Boil and the other troopers who become pregnant will be sa-”
Qui-Gon murmured before dropping his plate when Obi-Wan suddenly
jerked to his feet and ran for the fresher, his own plate crashing to
the floor.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon followed quickly as Obi-Wan started chucking up the content
of his stomach, rubbing the others back carefully with a deep frown
on his face. “Oh dear, this was unexpected. I thought my cooking
had improved a tiny bit.” He tried to joke even as Obi-Wan jerked a
bit as he vomited a bit more, only bile left.

Reaching
up, Qui-Gon pulled one of his facial cloth out of the shelf and
moistened it with water, offering it to Obi-Wan when he looked up
with a pale and sweaty face.

“Thank
you.” He croaked out, washing out of his beard where spittle and
bile rested.

Watching
the other, Qui-Gon reached for his toothpaste rinsing glass and
filled it with water. He figured Obi-Wan didn’t mind considering
all the times they had to share not only glasses but canteens,
bottles and the occasional ceremonial drink.

Gratefully
Obi-Wan accepted the glass to rinse out his mouth, spitting it out
and then getting to his feet. “Ugh, apologies, I seem to be
experiencing a stomach bug lately.” He
huffed, pushing his hair back from his face and wiping his forehead.

“Hmm
you did just return rather injured Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon rested his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, frowning deeply. “You may be feeling
some kind of after-affect from it, maybe you should go to the
healers.” He frowned.

Obi-Wan
grumbled.

“…That
wasn’t a question Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said blandly before picking
the other up and settling him on his shoulder, making sure not to
settle his old padawan on his stomach but lower to avoid agonizing
his stomach more.

“Ah!
Qui-Gon! Put me down!” Obi-Wan demanded as they made their way to
the door and into the hall. “Qui-Gon!” He outright whined,
flustering badly as he noticed Jedi looking at them and giggling.

“Old
master’s prerogative to look out for their old padawans Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon said cheerfully. “Beside, what would your Commander say if
he knew you didn’t go to the healers?” He noted with a smirk.

A
telling silence came at that, Obi-Wan outright sulking for a few
minutes before he finally talked. “I can walk you know.” He
mumbled.

“Indeed
you can, but you’re likely to make an escape if I put you down.”
Qui-Gon hummed, smirking once more when he heard a quiet ‘kriff’
from above.

To
he Halls they went, Anakin and Ahsoka joining them as they both
laughed at Obi-Wan being carted around by the old master. One more
obviously than the other.

“Please tell me our little birds are alright!?!” “They’re okay my love.” “He tried to hurt our little birds…” “Obi, what do you want me to do.” “My protective instincts are screaming to eliminate the threat to our birds while my mind and my devotion to the code scream that we should have him arrested.” Burning bird

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Practically
vibrating as the healer continued to carefully scan Obi-Wan, Anakin
finally had enough as he let out a loud, shrill chirp that got
everyone’s attention. “Please
tell me our little birds are alright!?!” He
demanded from the healers, blue eyes wide and desperate.

It
was Obi-Wan who answered, smiling softly. “They’re
okay my love, I
can feel them, healthy and fine, glowing in the Force.” He assured
quietly, avoiding reaching out to touch Anakin as that would
interfere with the scan. He knew very well that the healers would not
let him go unless they were sure themselves that nothing would be
left behind of ill influence, especially as Obi-Wan was in a fragile
state.

Anakin
slumped a bit, nodding shakily before shaking himself and looking to
Qui-Gon. “Thanks for picking up clothes for us master.” He
finally thanked the man, having been in to much of an anxiety fuled
fit to do it before.

Qui-Gon
nodded serenely,
smiling slightly. The sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin dressed only in
robes  as the blond strode into the Halls with his pregnant mate in
his arms, surrounded by the council would be a sight the Halls would
remember for years to come.

Of
course the reason for it was less nice than the amusing sight of
course of two almost nude Jedi in robes.

Also
Anakin discovering the melted metal in his hair that had cooled down
had been hilarious as he took a blow torch to it to melt it into a
bedpan.

“Obi,
are you alright?” Anakin suddenly questioned softly, prompting
Qui-Gon out of his mind to look at the redhead once more.

“He
tried to hurt our little birds…” Obi-Wan
murmured, staring at the wall with a darkening frown, the evidence of
fear and anger still there though they disappeared a bit or were
hidden when the healer pulled back to check in on his terminal.

That
allowed Anakin to finally take his mate’s hand and rub it gently,
settling on the same bed to cuddle against him “Obi,
what do you want me to do?” He
asked quietly, nuzzling at his hair when Obi-Wan settled his head on
the others black tunic covered shoulder.

“My
protective instincts are screaming to eliminate the threat to our
little
birds
while my mind and my devotion to the code scream that we should have
him arrested,” Obi-Wan
huffed before focusing on the Jedi council. “So I’ll stay out of
the way, I don’t think I can be involved in this at all. I can’t
be impartial.” He whispered.

“Considering
it all,” Stass moved forward, resting a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. “I do not think anyone blames you at all for that
Obi-Wan.” She smiled softly.

“Grateful
we should be that calm down Obi-Wan his mate could,” Yoda said,
pulling himself up on the medical bed to touch Obi-Wan’s upper arm
with worry. “See the damage from the temple I did, binoculars.”
He explained at their confused looks. “Protective fire wrapped you
were.”

Obi-Wan
colored at that while Anakin stroked his mate’s hair back gently.

“…Okay
we’re clearly missing out on something here, care to explain?”
Mace raised his brow.

Yoda
looked to him, raising his ears before looking at his old master.

“…Starbirds
can implode when the danger becomes to great, when there are no other
choice,” Obi-Wan explained quietly. “Sometimes the choice are
taken out of our hands when we get frightened. Its how we die for
good, by imploding either caused by someone else taking our hope and
terrifying us or by choosing to implode.” Obi-Wan confessed before
shrugging as he peered at them through his fringe as they absorbed
the news.

“…You
mean to tell me you were a literal walking bomb back in the
apartment? You could have imploded in fire and taken out what I would
assume was the entire building?” Depa gaped at him.

“…More
like several buildings.” Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly. “I was…
terrified, not for myself but for them.” Obi-Wan rested his hands
on his stomach. “I didn’t want the Sith to have them, he would
have…” He trembled a bit then turned and hid his face in Anakin’s
shoulder.

Trilling
soothingly, Anakin hugged his mate as Yoda patted the redhead’s arm
slowly, obviously neither concerned about the idea of exploding.

‘Well,
we came close to dying today,’ Qui-Gon thought to himself, rubbing
his chin while wondering where the kark that Sith had run of to
because he’d like to introduce the karking sleemo to his
fist…hard.
‘Frighten my padawans and try to steal my grandbabies will you and
think you’re getting away scoot free? Oh I don’t think so.’
Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes, staring at the wall over the couples head,
feeling
Yan rest his hand on his shoulder.

He
wouldn’t be alone in hunting the Sith down.

“Please tell me our little birds are alright!?!” “They’re okay my love.” “He tried to hurt our little birds…” “Obi, what do you want me to do.” “My protective instincts are screaming to eliminate the threat to our birds while my mind and my devotion to the code scream that we should have him arrested.” Burning bird

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Practically
vibrating as the healer continued to carefully scan Obi-Wan, Anakin
finally had enough as he let out a loud, shrill chirp that got
everyone’s attention. “Please
tell me our little birds are alright!?!” He
demanded from the healers, blue eyes wide and desperate.

It
was Obi-Wan who answered, smiling softly. “They’re
okay my love, I
can feel them, healthy and fine, glowing in the Force.” He assured
quietly, avoiding reaching out to touch Anakin as that would
interfere with the scan. He knew very well that the healers would not
let him go unless they were sure themselves that nothing would be
left behind of ill influence, especially as Obi-Wan was in a fragile
state.

Anakin
slumped a bit, nodding shakily before shaking himself and looking to
Qui-Gon. “Thanks for picking up clothes for us master.” He
finally thanked the man, having been in to much of an anxiety fuled
fit to do it before.

Qui-Gon
nodded serenely,
smiling slightly. The sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin dressed only in
robes  as the blond strode into the Halls with his pregnant mate in
his arms, surrounded by the council would be a sight the Halls would
remember for years to come.

Of
course the reason for it was less nice than the amusing sight of
course of two almost nude Jedi in robes.

Also
Anakin discovering the melted metal in his hair that had cooled down
had been hilarious as he took a blow torch to it to melt it into a
bedpan.

“Obi,
are you alright?” Anakin suddenly questioned softly, prompting
Qui-Gon out of his mind to look at the redhead once more.

“He
tried to hurt our little birds…” Obi-Wan
murmured, staring at the wall with a darkening frown, the evidence of
fear and anger still there though they disappeared a bit or were
hidden when the healer pulled back to check in on his terminal.

That
allowed Anakin to finally take his mate’s hand and rub it gently,
settling on the same bed to cuddle against him “Obi,
what do you want me to do?” He
asked quietly, nuzzling at his hair when Obi-Wan settled his head on
the others black tunic covered shoulder.

“My
protective instincts are screaming to eliminate the threat to our
little
birds
while my mind and my devotion to the code scream that we should have
him arrested,” Obi-Wan
huffed before focusing on the Jedi council. “So I’ll stay out of
the way, I don’t think I can be involved in this at all. I can’t
be impartial.” He whispered.

“Considering
it all,” Stass moved forward, resting a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. “I do not think anyone blames you at all for that
Obi-Wan.” She smiled softly.

“Grateful
we should be that calm down Obi-Wan his mate could,” Yoda said,
pulling himself up on the medical bed to touch Obi-Wan’s upper arm
with worry. “See the damage from the temple I did, binoculars.”
He explained at their confused looks. “Protective fire wrapped you
were.”

Obi-Wan
colored at that while Anakin stroked his mate’s hair back gently.

“…Okay
we’re clearly missing out on something here, care to explain?”
Mace raised his brow.

Yoda
looked to him, raising his ears before looking at his old master.

“…Starbirds
can implode when the danger becomes to great, when there are no other
choice,” Obi-Wan explained quietly. “Sometimes the choice are
taken out of our hands when we get frightened. Its how we die for
good, by imploding either caused by someone else taking our hope and
terrifying us or by choosing to implode.” Obi-Wan confessed before
shrugging as he peered at them through his fringe as they absorbed
the news.

“…You
mean to tell me you were a literal walking bomb back in the
apartment? You could have imploded in fire and taken out what I would
assume was the entire building?” Depa gaped at him.

“…More
like several buildings.” Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly. “I was…
terrified, not for myself but for them.” Obi-Wan rested his hands
on his stomach. “I didn’t want the Sith to have them, he would
have…” He trembled a bit then turned and hid his face in Anakin’s
shoulder.

Trilling
soothingly, Anakin hugged his mate as Yoda patted the redhead’s arm
slowly, obviously neither concerned about the idea of exploding.

‘Well,
we came close to dying today,’ Qui-Gon thought to himself, rubbing
his chin while wondering where the kark that Sith had run of to
because he’d like to introduce the karking sleemo to his
fist…hard.
‘Frighten my padawans and try to steal my grandbabies will you and
think you’re getting away scoot free? Oh I don’t think so.’
Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes, staring at the wall over the couples head,
feeling
Yan rest his hand on his shoulder.

He
wouldn’t be alone in hunting the Sith down.

Day to day: Let there be babies!!!

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“…I am so high.”
Obi-Wan announced to the room at large, blinking up at the ceiling
and his announcement was meet with a few sniggers and Depa lifting
her head up from under the cover stretching to his knees, legs
resting in the stirrups of the medical bed with Anakin gently patting
his lovers hand.

“Well
that’s because the droid was a bit too overeager in dosing you
Obi-Wan dear but at least you’re not feeling too bad,” She
drawled, Anakin relaxing at her words. “…Yet, cause the baby is
not yet pushing and
you’re not dilated
enough yet.” She smirked.

Anakin
tensed up, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand down.

There
was a loud groan. “Did you have to upset him Depa? Skywalker only
just calmed down.” Mace growled by the door where he was leaning
against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Kit and Oppo were
stationed outside the medical wing of the west side of the Senate to
guard and the rest were inside, in various position of meditation or
mild concern.

All
of them there to guard Obi-Wan and the coming life.

“Sorry
Anakin,” Depa shot her a smile. “Its just a fact of life
honestly, pushing out a baby hurts and Obi-Wan decided he did not
want a c-section unless it became necessary
to either his or the child’s life.” She turned ducked back under
the cover and Obi-Wan squirmed a bit.

Obviously
she was touching something under there.

Anakin
petted Obi-Wan’s hand some more, rubbing gently. “How long do you
think is left? Its been four hours already.” He said quietly.

It
was Obi-Wan who answered, tilting his head along the pillow to give
Anakin a dozy smile. “And it might take hours still, you know that,
we went over this love.” He cooed gently at him, a
bit breathless.

Smiling
weakly, Anakin nodded before glancing at Ka-Adi in surprise when a
chair slid over to him.

The
man shrugged. “You looked like you needed it,” Ka-Adi face
softened into a smile. “Sit down before you fall down Anakin, its
going to be a long few hours still. Believe
me, I know.” He chuckled quietly from his spot playing sabbac with
Yarael.

‘Oh,
right, he’s married… what was it? Seven wives and five kids? Or
five wives and seven kids?’ Anakin sat down shakily, pressing a
kiss to Obi-Wan’s hand while glancing at the others breast. They
really had grown quite a bit during the pregnancy compared to their
rather small state in the start of their relationship.

“You
know,” Mace suddenly spoke up again in a thoughtful tone, rubbing
his chin with one hand. “I heard somewhere that nipple stimulation
delays birth.”

Everyone
looked at him, Yoda even opened up his eyes to give the man a stare
while Depa popped her head out from under the green cover to give him
a raised brow.

“…Right,
not really useful in this situation. But it relates to the subject.”
Mace held up his hands up in defense.

Obi-Wan
outright rolled his eyes before giving a sharp groan.

“Hold
onto that thought because I think we’re finally about to start
working for real here.” Depa ducked back under.

“Ooooooooooh!”
Obi-Wan pressed his head back in the pillow and groaned louder as he
squeezed down on Anakin’s hand tightly, causing the blond to yelp
and wish he had given his mech hand instead.

()()()

The
thing was giving birth.

In
the Senate.

After
speaking to the Senators.

The
rumblings were abundant, quiet
whispers after the freak had spoken.

And
Skywalker
under its thrall with a brat on the way that could potentially be as
freakish of nature as Kenobi itself was.

Standing
slowly, Sidious pulled his sabers out of his desk drawer and made his
way to the door. ‘Its time to end this, one way or the other.’