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No no no no nooooooo, just how PISSeD is Palps going to be with delivery of his ‘package’? Is the ‘package’ going to arrive or is an intercept in the cards? A rescue or a really bad wake up? Which will BurningBird result in?

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‘I
knew it… I knew it, I had a bad feeling the moment they landed. But
this!?’
Anakin stood like a statue as Jango fussed over the unconscious Boba,
the child sporting a bad head wound and saber injuries to his side as
the boy must have tried to protect Obi-Wan despite it all and coming
out of it worse for wear.

But
nothing life threatening at least.

Boba
would come out of this with scars yes but he would live, there would
be no permanent disabilities
like the loss of an arm or a leg.

“I’ve
spoken with the Jedi council,” Anakin jerked to at the grave voice,
turning to look at Yan as the man entered with a serious look on his
face. “They’ll be on guard but there’s not much they can really
do without alerting the chancellor. The clones will have the ship
ready in ten minutes time, are you ready?” The austere count
questioned.

Nodding
firmly, Anakin turned to the former Jedi. “Yes, I want my mate back
and I’ll scorch Coruscant for Obi-Wan.” Fire flickered to life
over Anakin’s body at his words before suddenly stifling and dying
when the blond took a deep, sharp breath.

Yan
watched that, blinking slowly before reaching out and cautiously
touching Anakin’s shoulder. “Easy…” He rumbled.

“I
know, Obi-Wan would not approve if I let go.” Anakin breathed
deeply before shaking his head. “Lets go, I need to get off this
planet, I need to feel like I’m doing something or I’m going to
go nuts.” He grunted.

There
was a shift and they both looked over to where Jango stood, the
mando’a face the picture of rage. “I want to come with. They hurt
my son and I want revenge.” He growled ferally.

Trading
glances, Yan and Anakin hesitated before Yan moved over to the bounty
hunter. “And your son? If he wakes without you here?” He
questioned in a none-confrontational tone.

That
had Jango hesitating, glancing down at Boba who had yet to open his
eyes. “He…arrg…”
He growled and rubbed his face before sitting down heavily on the
bed. “…Pong Krell and Prosset Dibs huh? I’ll remember those
names.” He took Boba’s small hand in his, holding onto it with a
conflicted look on his face before he outright laid down in the bed
and wrapped himself around his son, stroking Boba’s cheek gently.

Watching,
Anakin swallowed, hoping his hatchlings would be alright, that his
mate would be alright before turning sharply, hearing Yan follow
quickly.

‘Hold
on Obi-Wan, I’m coming. Just… hold on.’

()()()

Refusing
to open his eyes seems so childish but Obi-Wan will not open his
eyes.

Not
yet.

He
can feel a soft bed beneath him, softer than anything he’s really
comfortable with and silk all around him. And worse than that… a
weight around his neck.

Tight
and clinging, pressing into his skin.

A
collar that blocks him from the Force.

‘I’m
on Coruscant… he
has me now. Oh Anakin please come.’ Obi-Wan quivered, unable to
stop himself.

After
a moment of nothing happening he opened his eyes slowly to look
around the room.

A
fourposter bed with deep red draping canopy’s that could be pulled
down to darken and create a warm little cave, the bed covered in
black silk sheets and a ton of pillows.

Worse
than the bed though not as bad as the collar was the fact that
Obi-Wan’s clothes had also been changed, now sporting a silky almost
sheer blue robe that did nothing to hide the bulge of his pregnancy swollen stomach and Obi-Wan pushed himself up and sat back against
the headboard, staring at the door he suspected was the way out as he trembled at the thought of someone pawing all over him to change his clothes into this.

‘Anakin…
Anakin please…’ He tensed up, the door shifting open as Obi-Wan
clenched his hands into the sheets. ‘Anakin!’

Father Sheev: Obi-Wan goes to meet his husband at the port when he returns. Meanwhile, Sheev is accelerating his plans to keep his growing family safe.

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Finishing his comm
call, Sidious sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face.

Accelerating his
plans were proving to not be easy without arising the suspicion of
the Jedi order he had to admit.

But some sacrifices
had to be made with Obi-Wan’s recent news. The entire Senate was
still in a buzz over Obi-Wan withdrawing from office and the public
was calling out in support of the young man having been caught in the
crossfire and still suffering from it since they had gone ahead with
the PTSD story.

‘The sheep.’
He sneered to himself before he stepped out of the secured comm room
and putting on his genial grandfatherly visage that had the people
calling to support him even still and giving him the ultimate power
without questioning his motives too much.

After all, he was
trying his best in such a hard time.

He was patient but
he was running on borrowed time, Obi-Wan would eventually start
showing and by the time Obi-Wan could no longer conceal his state,
the order had to be taken care of and Sheev had to be the highest
supreme power with Skywalker firmly entrenched in darkness.

The time table had
been shortened from several months to about four to five depending on
how Obi-Wan’s pregnancy developed and how well he managed to stay
out of the public’s eyes and disguise his swelling stomach.

Stopping to speak
with the Corellian delegates, Sheev mentally sighed at his son and
heir before shrugging inwardly.

Force knew he had
his own youthful indiscretions but honestly he thought he’d taught
Obi-Wan better. ‘If he was anyone else he’d be punished,
he’s lucky that he’s my son.’ Sheev mused dryly to himself.

()()()()

Hidden behind the
cargo crates, Obi-Wan watched the ramp where Anakin was giving last
orders to his men. The blond’s body vibrated with energy and
impatience but he was doing his duty before he turned to his padawan
and said something as the wind tugged at Obi-Wan’s black cloak.

The hood kept him
shielded and warmed from the cold wind but it was still a relief when
Anakin turned on his heel and started marching towards him with a
determined if antsy look in his eyes.

Obi-Wan could
sympathize with that and the first thing he did when the other
finally rounded the crates were to reach up and wrap the other in a
tight, clinging hug.

Anakin returned it,
his hands tucking around the small of Obi-Wan’s back to press the
others body tightly to his.

For several long
minutes they just stood there, wrapped up in each other as Anakin
traced along Obi-Wan’s spine with a slow touch. “…I’m home.”
He muttered into Obi-Wan’s ear while taking a deep breath of the
others scent.

“Welcome home,”
Obi-Wan whispered in return before reluctantly tugging back and
taking the others hand. “My speeder is over here, lets get to the
apartment.” He smiled shakily up at the Jedi.

Nodding, Anakin
slid his arm around his clearly shaken husband and headed to the
waiting speeder.

Neither said
anything on the way, focusing on the drive home with Obi-Wan resting
a hand on Anakin’s shoulder to maintain contact that he had sorely
needed since the discovery of his baby.

Their baby.

Force.

At least Anakin was
back home with him again and finally shielded from prying eyes in
their apartment Obi-Wan got to curl up in the man’s arms as the
Jedi let Obi-Wan run his hands searchingly over his body in an
attempt to find injuries that needed healing before returning the
favor with gently running his hands over the others body, hands
stilling on the stomach.

That area was
carefully cupped. “…How far along are you?” He asked quietly,
thumbs caressing the clothed skin lovingly.

“Fifteen weeks, a
little over three and a half month,” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and
pressed closer to his love. “I know we didn’t plan this and I
know its not exactly ideal but I’m not getting rid of it Anakin.”
He glance up at the other man with tired but determined eyes.

He’d gone over
the idea several times, what if’s and how’s but all of those
always lead to the child in his arms, safe and sound to be nurtured
by him at least.

Jerking to, Anakin
stared at him with wide eyes before pressing several kisses to
Obi-Wan’s face, mumbling rapidly in some Tatooine dialect before he
managed to switch over to basic. “I would never ask you to get rid
of it Obi-Wan, its your body yes but… Force I can’t wait to meet
our child but I would never ask you to terminate it, I want you and
our baby.” He whispered with wide eyes full of hurt.

Letting out a
relieved little sob, Obi-Wan dragged the other into his arms and
clung to Anakin, weeping tiredly into the others neck from the
overwhelming emotions he had struggled with ever since his discovery,
just knowing that Anakin still wanted him and the child was
doing miracles for him.

Father Sheev: Obi-Wan goes to meet his husband at the port when he returns. Meanwhile, Sheev is accelerating his plans to keep his growing family safe.

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Finishing his comm
call, Sidious sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face.

Accelerating his
plans were proving to not be easy without arising the suspicion of
the Jedi order he had to admit.

But some sacrifices
had to be made with Obi-Wan’s recent news. The entire Senate was
still in a buzz over Obi-Wan withdrawing from office and the public
was calling out in support of the young man having been caught in the
crossfire and still suffering from it since they had gone ahead with
the PTSD story.

‘The sheep.’
He sneered to himself before he stepped out of the secured comm room
and putting on his genial grandfatherly visage that had the people
calling to support him even still and giving him the ultimate power
without questioning his motives too much.

After all, he was
trying his best in such a hard time.

He was patient but
he was running on borrowed time, Obi-Wan would eventually start
showing and by the time Obi-Wan could no longer conceal his state,
the order had to be taken care of and Sheev had to be the highest
supreme power with Skywalker firmly entrenched in darkness.

The time table had
been shortened from several months to about four to five depending on
how Obi-Wan’s pregnancy developed and how well he managed to stay
out of the public’s eyes and disguise his swelling stomach.

Stopping to speak
with the Corellian delegates, Sheev mentally sighed at his son and
heir before shrugging inwardly.

Force knew he had
his own youthful indiscretions but honestly he thought he’d taught
Obi-Wan better. ‘If he was anyone else he’d be punished,
he’s lucky that he’s my son.’ Sheev mused dryly to himself.

()()()()

Hidden behind the
cargo crates, Obi-Wan watched the ramp where Anakin was giving last
orders to his men. The blond’s body vibrated with energy and
impatience but he was doing his duty before he turned to his padawan
and said something as the wind tugged at Obi-Wan’s black cloak.

The hood kept him
shielded and warmed from the cold wind but it was still a relief when
Anakin turned on his heel and started marching towards him with a
determined if antsy look in his eyes.

Obi-Wan could
sympathize with that and the first thing he did when the other
finally rounded the crates were to reach up and wrap the other in a
tight, clinging hug.

Anakin returned it,
his hands tucking around the small of Obi-Wan’s back to press the
others body tightly to his.

For several long
minutes they just stood there, wrapped up in each other as Anakin
traced along Obi-Wan’s spine with a slow touch. “…I’m home.”
He muttered into Obi-Wan’s ear while taking a deep breath of the
others scent.

“Welcome home,”
Obi-Wan whispered in return before reluctantly tugging back and
taking the others hand. “My speeder is over here, lets get to the
apartment.” He smiled shakily up at the Jedi.

Nodding, Anakin
slid his arm around his clearly shaken husband and headed to the
waiting speeder.

Neither said
anything on the way, focusing on the drive home with Obi-Wan resting
a hand on Anakin’s shoulder to maintain contact that he had sorely
needed since the discovery of his baby.

Their baby.

Force.

At least Anakin was
back home with him again and finally shielded from prying eyes in
their apartment Obi-Wan got to curl up in the man’s arms as the
Jedi let Obi-Wan run his hands searchingly over his body in an
attempt to find injuries that needed healing before returning the
favor with gently running his hands over the others body, hands
stilling on the stomach.

That area was
carefully cupped. “…How far along are you?” He asked quietly,
thumbs caressing the clothed skin lovingly.

“Fifteen weeks, a
little over three and a half month,” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and
pressed closer to his love. “I know we didn’t plan this and I
know its not exactly ideal but I’m not getting rid of it Anakin.”
He glance up at the other man with tired but determined eyes.

He’d gone over
the idea several times, what if’s and how’s but all of those
always lead to the child in his arms, safe and sound to be nurtured
by him at least.

Jerking to, Anakin
stared at him with wide eyes before pressing several kisses to
Obi-Wan’s face, mumbling rapidly in some Tatooine dialect before he
managed to switch over to basic. “I would never ask you to get rid
of it Obi-Wan, its your body yes but… Force I can’t wait to meet
our child but I would never ask you to terminate it, I want you and
our baby.” He whispered with wide eyes full of hurt.

Letting out a
relieved little sob, Obi-Wan dragged the other into his arms and
clung to Anakin, weeping tiredly into the others neck from the
overwhelming emotions he had struggled with ever since his discovery,
just knowing that Anakin still wanted him and the child was
doing miracles for him.

I got a bad feeling about Krell and Dibs on Kamino in burning bird D8

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Feeling
drool drip from his mouth onto the floor, Obi-Wan struggled to get
his mind to function as he worked his eyes open only to meet the
darkness of a blindfold and wiggling his arms confirmed that his arms
were cuffed together with binders covering his hands and up over his
wrists. That wasn’t good, his mind knew that wasn’t good but he
was so fuzzy feeling, the strong indicator of him being drugged since
normally his mind was sharp as a tack unless he had only just woken
up or it was right after some marvelous sex with his mate.

But
how had this happened?

Anakin
would never put him into binders and the other had been more worried
about anything hurting the baby than Obi-Wan had been since Obi-Wan
was conscious about what went into his body and had a diet plan along
with approved medications and vitamins.

He
couldn’t quite remember…

He
had been curled up with Boba in his reading nook where he had made
one of his temporary nests, reading a story to the youngling since
Jango was sparring with both Yan and Anakin, the latter having left
his mate reluctantly though he didn’t quite explain his reluctance.
They had been curled up and…

“He’s
waking up, drug him again.” A voice snapped, the tone a deep
baritone that indicated someone of a larger frame and with a jolt,
Obi-Wan realized that he was on a transport, being shaken around with
the vibration of an engine below his ear.

“I’m
not sure that’s healthy for the baby, he wants them both
doesn’t he? Both Kenobi and his new brat?” Another voice
responded, sounding lower pitched and Obi-Wan whined when hands
touched him, prodding at his stomach. “If we give him any more
sedation he might have a miscarriage.” The second voice mused
thoughtfully though not really concerned sounding.

That
thought had Obi-Wan whimpering in fear as he tried to squirm away
from the person touching him, even his dazed up brain understanding
the threat towards his and Anakin’s hatchling.  

“He
can make more if that happens. Sidious won’t be too upset if we
lose the brat as long as we get Kenobi to him. You heard his orders
too, get Kenobi, no matter the casualties or property damage and
leave a trail for Skywalker to follow.” The first one growled out.

There
was a deep sigh.

Then
Obi-Wan yelped as he was rolled onto his back and his head jerked to
the side, his neck extending painfully before there was a quick,
painful pinch at the taut skin.

Exhaling
at the pain, Obi-Wan winced as there was a pat on his neck. “Just
go back to sleep Kenobi, it be better for you and for us.” The
lower pitched voice said and by the touch of the hand they seemed to
be roughly humanoid sized Obi-Wan would claim.

He
lost his focus after that, drugs pumping through his system with the
beat of his own heart as he laid on the cold floor of a transport.

To
Sidious waiting, greedy hands.

Underneath the
black blindfold fat tears rolled unnoticed under the dark cloth only
to be soaked up into it.

‘Ani…’

()()()

The doors were
slammed open interrupting the fierce mock battle going on as Anakin
turned, blinking in confusion only for his blood to freeze in his
veins when the clone only stopped long enough to collect his breath
before yelling with wild eyes.

“Boba’s in the
medbay and Master Obi-Wan has disappeared!”

I got a bad feeling about Krell and Dibs on Kamino in burning bird D8

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Feeling
drool drip from his mouth onto the floor, Obi-Wan struggled to get
his mind to function as he worked his eyes open only to meet the
darkness of a blindfold and wiggling his arms confirmed that his arms
were cuffed together with binders covering his hands and up over his
wrists. That wasn’t good, his mind knew that wasn’t good but he
was so fuzzy feeling, the strong indicator of him being drugged since
normally his mind was sharp as a tack unless he had only just woken
up or it was right after some marvelous sex with his mate.

But
how had this happened?

Anakin
would never put him into binders and the other had been more worried
about anything hurting the baby than Obi-Wan had been since Obi-Wan
was conscious about what went into his body and had a diet plan along
with approved medications and vitamins.

He
couldn’t quite remember…

He
had been curled up with Boba in his reading nook where he had made
one of his temporary nests, reading a story to the youngling since
Jango was sparring with both Yan and Anakin, the latter having left
his mate reluctantly though he didn’t quite explain his reluctance.
They had been curled up and…

“He’s
waking up, drug him again.” A voice snapped, the tone a deep
baritone that indicated someone of a larger frame and with a jolt,
Obi-Wan realized that he was on a transport, being shaken around with
the vibration of an engine below his ear.

“I’m
not sure that’s healthy for the baby, he wants them both
doesn’t he? Both Kenobi and his new brat?” Another voice
responded, sounding lower pitched and Obi-Wan whined when hands
touched him, prodding at his stomach. “If we give him any more
sedation he might have a miscarriage.” The second voice mused
thoughtfully though not really concerned sounding.

That
thought had Obi-Wan whimpering in fear as he tried to squirm away
from the person touching him, even his dazed up brain understanding
the threat towards his and Anakin’s hatchling.  

“He
can make more if that happens. Sidious won’t be too upset if we
lose the brat as long as we get Kenobi to him. You heard his orders
too, get Kenobi, no matter the casualties or property damage and
leave a trail for Skywalker to follow.” The first one growled out.

There
was a deep sigh.

Then
Obi-Wan yelped as he was rolled onto his back and his head jerked to
the side, his neck extending painfully before there was a quick,
painful pinch at the taut skin.

Exhaling
at the pain, Obi-Wan winced as there was a pat on his neck. “Just
go back to sleep Kenobi, it be better for you and for us.” The
lower pitched voice said and by the touch of the hand they seemed to
be roughly humanoid sized Obi-Wan would claim.

He
lost his focus after that, drugs pumping through his system with the
beat of his own heart as he laid on the cold floor of a transport.

To
Sidious waiting, greedy hands.

Underneath the
black blindfold fat tears rolled unnoticed under the dark cloth only
to be soaked up into it.

‘Ani…’

()()()

The doors were
slammed open interrupting the fierce mock battle going on as Anakin
turned, blinking in confusion only for his blood to freeze in his
veins when the clone only stopped long enough to collect his breath
before yelling with wild eyes.

“Boba’s in the
medbay and Master Obi-Wan has disappeared!”

For burning bird, does Anakin act rashly now that he knows about Obi-Wan’s visions? Or maybe some planning with allies? Contingent plans all around? And more cuddles for comfort of course? (I can’t imagine Anakin being anything else but a sap because BABIES!)

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Grateful that it
was one of the rare days of sun on Kamino as he bowed to the recently
arrived Jedi, Anakin put up as calm a smile as he could even though
he mostly wanted to throw at least one of them off the building and
into the ocean for the sharks to have instead of letting them enter.

But the Jedi
council had sent Pong Krell to guard Prosset Dibs while he examined
the biochips to see what they could pick up from it now that the
kaminoan’s had been convinced to remove them from the troopers
heads since they had managed to convince them that the biochips were
not sanctioned by the Jedi, Dooku managing to back them up confirming
this.

It was a good thing
Palpatine had never been directly involved with the clones or the
kaminoan and therefor would know nothing about the chips he could
control them with were gone.

“I welcome you
both to Kamino, I hope your stay here will be pleasant though I warn
you both that Kamino is usually not so sunny.” Anakin said as they
bowed back to him.

Knight Krell gave
him a grim smile. “Oh, that’s alright. I like rain.” He gave a
smile with too many teeth and Anakin instantly latched onto that.

Well maybe he
wanted to throw both off the building and into the ocean, for he did
not think he would like this besalisk either. He was nothing like Dex
for sure, arrogance already oozing of his voice from that simple
greeting.

Dibs on the other
hand was just sulking, clearly he did not want to be there but he had
to go where the council sent him, still on probation and punishment
after he tried to murder Windu.

And that was why
Anakin did not want him on Kamino.

He didn’t want
the almost murder near his pregnant and already stressed mate from the visions.

Yet he had no
choice and lead the two in to show them their rooms. “Well, then
you’ll get to see the rain in an hour or so I imagine.” Anakin
hummed, listening to them following. “You’ll be rooming near a
lab to make study easier, me and Knight Kenobi are in another
section.” He explained quietly.

Behind him, the two
Jedi traded glances before Dibs let out a small nod.

“I see, and where
is Knight Kenobi right now? Haven’t seen him in months.” Krell
questioned.

Glancing behind
him, Anakin shrugged. “With some of the clones, most likely telling
them stories. He likes to do story hour with the youngest of them.”
Anakin volunteered, discomfort crawling up his spine.

He didn’t want to
tell them more than that.

For some reason the
idea of them knowing exactly where Obi-Wan was in the buildings were…
bad.

Was it because of
Dibs perhaps?

Or was something
wrong.

“I see, well
that’s kind of him.” Krell drawled even as Dibs snorted and
looked away, grumbling to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.

As he did, Anakin
got a sight of the cuffs the man wore. They were of the kind that
allowed the man to feel the Force but not touch it as the Jedi order
would never lock someone out of the Force but Dibs was a flight risk.
So the cuffs were the next best thing.

Utterly grateful
when he finally found the assigned quarters, Anakin stepped back and
gestured to the door. “Here, this will be your rooms. A droid will
come by every five hour to hear if you need anything and the lab is
just down the hall.” He pulled up a smile, hoping it looked genuine
as he watched the besalisk cue himself to the door and Dibs walk in.

“Then I will see
you another time Skywalker.” Krell grinned at him, his throatsack
blowing up a bit before he walked in after the human and the door
closed.

Watching the closed
door, Anakin deflated a bit in relief, closing his eyes before
turning and heading back to his shared quarters with his pregnant
mate before he did something regrettable… like throwing those two
out of the building and into the ocean for shark feed.

()()()

“Is he gone?”

“Yes he scuttled
off almost immediately after the door closed, now get those cuff off,
we need to start working, he didn’t give his long time to
get our hands on Kenobi.”

“You don’t have
to tell me twice, I hate wearing those things. Tell me you got the
collar ready?”

A big hand held up
a blood red collar lined with gold. “Right here heh.”

For burning bird, does Anakin act rashly now that he knows about Obi-Wan’s visions? Or maybe some planning with allies? Contingent plans all around? And more cuddles for comfort of course? (I can’t imagine Anakin being anything else but a sap because BABIES!)

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Grateful that it
was one of the rare days of sun on Kamino as he bowed to the recently
arrived Jedi, Anakin put up as calm a smile as he could even though
he mostly wanted to throw at least one of them off the building and
into the ocean for the sharks to have instead of letting them enter.

But the Jedi
council had sent Pong Krell to guard Prosset Dibs while he examined
the biochips to see what they could pick up from it now that the
kaminoan’s had been convinced to remove them from the troopers
heads since they had managed to convince them that the biochips were
not sanctioned by the Jedi, Dooku managing to back them up confirming
this.

It was a good thing
Palpatine had never been directly involved with the clones or the
kaminoan and therefor would know nothing about the chips he could
control them with were gone.

“I welcome you
both to Kamino, I hope your stay here will be pleasant though I warn
you both that Kamino is usually not so sunny.” Anakin said as they
bowed back to him.

Knight Krell gave
him a grim smile. “Oh, that’s alright. I like rain.” He gave a
smile with too many teeth and Anakin instantly latched onto that.

Well maybe he
wanted to throw both off the building and into the ocean, for he did
not think he would like this besalisk either. He was nothing like Dex
for sure, arrogance already oozing of his voice from that simple
greeting.

Dibs on the other
hand was just sulking, clearly he did not want to be there but he had
to go where the council sent him, still on probation and punishment
after he tried to murder Windu.

And that was why
Anakin did not want him on Kamino.

He didn’t want
the almost murder near his pregnant and already stressed mate from the visions.

Yet he had no
choice and lead the two in to show them their rooms. “Well, then
you’ll get to see the rain in an hour or so I imagine.” Anakin
hummed, listening to them following. “You’ll be rooming near a
lab to make study easier, me and Knight Kenobi are in another
section.” He explained quietly.

Behind him, the two
Jedi traded glances before Dibs let out a small nod.

“I see, and where
is Knight Kenobi right now? Haven’t seen him in months.” Krell
questioned.

Glancing behind
him, Anakin shrugged. “With some of the clones, most likely telling
them stories. He likes to do story hour with the youngest of them.”
Anakin volunteered, discomfort crawling up his spine.

He didn’t want to
tell them more than that.

For some reason the
idea of them knowing exactly where Obi-Wan was in the buildings were…
bad.

Was it because of
Dibs perhaps?

Or was something
wrong.

“I see, well
that’s kind of him.” Krell drawled even as Dibs snorted and
looked away, grumbling to himself as he crossed his arms over his
chest.

As he did, Anakin
got a sight of the cuffs the man wore. They were of the kind that
allowed the man to feel the Force but not touch it as the Jedi order
would never lock someone out of the Force but Dibs was a flight risk.
So the cuffs were the next best thing.

Utterly grateful
when he finally found the assigned quarters, Anakin stepped back and
gestured to the door. “Here, this will be your rooms. A droid will
come by every five hour to hear if you need anything and the lab is
just down the hall.” He pulled up a smile, hoping it looked genuine
as he watched the besalisk cue himself to the door and Dibs walk in.

“Then I will see
you another time Skywalker.” Krell grinned at him, his throatsack
blowing up a bit before he walked in after the human and the door
closed.

Watching the closed
door, Anakin deflated a bit in relief, closing his eyes before
turning and heading back to his shared quarters with his pregnant
mate before he did something regrettable… like throwing those two
out of the building and into the ocean for shark feed.

()()()

“Is he gone?”

“Yes he scuttled
off almost immediately after the door closed, now get those cuff off,
we need to start working, he didn’t give his long time to
get our hands on Kenobi.”

“You don’t have
to tell me twice, I hate wearing those things. Tell me you got the
collar ready?”

A big hand held up
a blood red collar lined with gold. “Right here heh.”

Day to Day: What happens when Obi goes to the Senate? Does Sidious have him arrested on some bogus charge? Does Anakin try to save his love??

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Now Anakin would be
among the first to admit he was clingy when it came to Obi-Wan,
especially with the climate against intersexual people and now that
Obi-Wan was pregnant and in such a vulnerable position it was even
worse than normal.

But even he had to
admit that he was hovering as he clung to Obi-Wan’s hand as the
pregnant Jedi waddled into the Rotunda by his side.

He’s beautiful in
his thin shift tunic, his pregnancy swollen body obvious as he’s
accompanied by the entire Jedi council for his safety as they are now
walking into the den of lions in their own eyes for Obi-Wan’s
safety.

A gentle swell of
breast with an eight month large pregnancy belly below that only
served to make Obi-Wan look beautiful to Anakin, a subtle glow to the
others entire being that had Anakin enchanted as he guarded the
other, hyper-vigilant of any potential threat.

And there are
threats.

He sees the
Senators and aids that stop, whispering to each other and outright
glares at Obi-Wan.

‘Please let this
work, please don’t let this be for nothing. This is really not good
for my nerves.’ Anakin thought shakily as he clung to the others
hand tightly as the Jedi council closed ranks around them until they
could reach their Senatorial pod.

“Obi-Wan!” A
voice called out for attention and Anakin froze when Obi-Wan stopped
and turned towards it only to sigh in relief when he saw Organa. Bail
Organa was a safe man, Alderaan had good policies and accepted their
intersexual population.

And he was a
friend, Obi-Wan’s face brightening when he saw him which made Depa
step aside to let the Senator close. “Bail, its nice to see you.”
He greeted, grasping his hand with his free one when Anakin wouldn’t
let go of the one he held.

Smiling nervously,
Bail held on tightly with both of his. “Its nice to see you too but
are you sure you should be here? Its…” He glanced about, lowering
his voice. “Obi-Wan, this is not a safe area for you to be.” Bail
murmured.

“We know,” Depa
answered for Obi-Wan, smiling at the Senator that would hopefully be
on their side. “We hope to change that starting today and hopefully
we have your support?” She murmured quietly.

Bail blinked before
straightening, nodding seriously. “Of course, I have never agreed
with the Senate’s policies and Alderaan does not agree with their
prejudices either.” He declared loudly, unafraid in the face of the
issue.

There were mutters
but Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s relief through their bond and he
rubbed his thumb over the others hand in a soothing motion. “Thank
you Senator Organa.” Anakin murmured, bowing his head lightly to
the man in gratefulness.

Bail just smiled.
“Its only right, intersexual people have feelings and thoughts too.
Just as the clones rights as sentient people of the galaxy with
thoughts and feelings just as us.”

()()()

Obi-Wan had managed
decently at the Senate though Anakin could feel the others stress
rising as the hours dragged on with debate.

He could sit down
at times luckily as the other council members took over at times,
could eat and drink water they had brought but time was dragging on and Obi-Wan was
clearly becoming tired and Anakin was getting worried as the man
continued rubbing his back as discreetly as he can when he sits.

‘Back aches, he’s
getting a back ache from all this standing around and I bet his
ankles are hurting too.’ Anakin reached out, resting a worried hand
on the others knee.

Obi-Wan sent him a
small, reassuring smile before moving his hands forward to rest on
his stomach instead to rub it.

Glancing back to
the Senate pods around them, Anakin took note of who seemed to be
changing their opinions and who were on the fence still. Actually, he
could see a lot of uncertain faces of the ones closest to them, as if
they were re-evaluating the things they knew or thought they knew.

There were still
those they would never convince, Anakin had known that before they
went to the Senate at all and if he ever meet Rush Clovis alone in an
alley without any surveillance or witnesses he couldn’t assure the
man would leave it alive after the things he had said not only about
intersexual but Obi-Wan in particular but they were actually getting
people on their side it seemed.

Maybe enough to
overturn many policies and laws.

With things going
as well as it was something had to go wrong but not even Anakin
suspected the next thing happened when Obi-Wan shuffled slowly to his
feet to speak once more with Anakin’s help. Only Obi-Wan ended up
squeaking loudly and freezing in place. “Oh dear…” He colored sharply.

“Obi-Wan? Love?”
Anakin stood quickly in worry only to stare for Obi-Wan’s leggings
had a spreading wet spot. “…Obi-Wan?” He squawked out loudly in
worry. “Please tell me your water didn’t just break?”

The Senate felt
unnaturally silent and Anakin wondered for a hysterical moment if the
Senate had ever been silent as Obi-Wan trembled beside him and Windu
let out a loud curse of shock. “Um, my water totally broke… is
there a medic in the Senate?” He questioned shakily as the earlier
back pain just became a lot more obvious and important.

All hell broke out
as a roar of voices echoed through the Senate chamber.

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Now Anakin would be
among the first to admit he was clingy when it came to Obi-Wan,
especially with the climate against intersexual people and now that
Obi-Wan was pregnant and in such a vulnerable position it was even
worse than normal.

But even he had to
admit that he was hovering as he clung to Obi-Wan’s hand as the
pregnant Jedi waddled into the Rotunda by his side.

He’s beautiful in
his thin shift tunic, his pregnancy swollen body obvious as he’s
accompanied by the entire Jedi council for his safety as they are now
walking into the den of lions in their own eyes for Obi-Wan’s
safety.

A gentle swell of
breast with an eight month large pregnancy belly below that only
served to make Obi-Wan look beautiful to Anakin, a subtle glow to the
others entire being that had Anakin enchanted as he guarded the
other, hyper-vigilant of any potential threat.

And there are
threats.

He sees the
Senators and aids that stop, whispering to each other and outright
glares at Obi-Wan.

‘Please let this
work, please don’t let this be for nothing. This is really not good
for my nerves.’ Anakin thought shakily as he clung to the others
hand tightly as the Jedi council closed ranks around them until they
could reach their Senatorial pod.

“Obi-Wan!” A
voice called out for attention and Anakin froze when Obi-Wan stopped
and turned towards it only to sigh in relief when he saw Organa. Bail
Organa was a safe man, Alderaan had good policies and accepted their
intersexual population.

And he was a
friend, Obi-Wan’s face brightening when he saw him which made Depa
step aside to let the Senator close. “Bail, its nice to see you.”
He greeted, grasping his hand with his free one when Anakin wouldn’t
let go of the one he held.

Smiling nervously,
Bail held on tightly with both of his. “Its nice to see you too but
are you sure you should be here? Its…” He glanced about, lowering
his voice. “Obi-Wan, this is not a safe area for you to be.” Bail
murmured.

“We know,” Depa
answered for Obi-Wan, smiling at the Senator that would hopefully be
on their side. “We hope to change that starting today and hopefully
we have your support?” She murmured quietly.

Bail blinked before
straightening, nodding seriously. “Of course, I have never agreed
with the Senate’s policies and Alderaan does not agree with their
prejudices either.” He declared loudly, unafraid in the face of the
issue.

There were mutters
but Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s relief through their bond and he
rubbed his thumb over the others hand in a soothing motion. “Thank
you Senator Organa.” Anakin murmured, bowing his head lightly to
the man in gratefulness.

Bail just smiled.
“Its only right, intersexual people have feelings and thoughts too.
Just as the clones rights as sentient people of the galaxy with
thoughts and feelings just as us.”

()()()

Obi-Wan had managed
decently at the Senate though Anakin could feel the others stress
rising as the hours dragged on with debate.

He could sit down
at times luckily as the other council members took over at times,
could eat and drink water they had brought but time was dragging on and Obi-Wan was
clearly becoming tired and Anakin was getting worried as the man
continued rubbing his back as discreetly as he can when he sits.

‘Back aches, he’s
getting a back ache from all this standing around and I bet his
ankles are hurting too.’ Anakin reached out, resting a worried hand
on the others knee.

Obi-Wan sent him a
small, reassuring smile before moving his hands forward to rest on
his stomach instead to rub it.

Glancing back to
the Senate pods around them, Anakin took note of who seemed to be
changing their opinions and who were on the fence still. Actually, he
could see a lot of uncertain faces of the ones closest to them, as if
they were re-evaluating the things they knew or thought they knew.

There were still
those they would never convince, Anakin had known that before they
went to the Senate at all and if he ever meet Rush Clovis alone in an
alley without any surveillance or witnesses he couldn’t assure the
man would leave it alive after the things he had said not only about
intersexual but Obi-Wan in particular but they were actually getting
people on their side it seemed.

Maybe enough to
overturn many policies and laws.

With things going
as well as it was something had to go wrong but not even Anakin
suspected the next thing happened when Obi-Wan shuffled slowly to his
feet to speak once more with Anakin’s help. Only Obi-Wan ended up
squeaking loudly and freezing in place. “Oh dear…” He colored sharply.

“Obi-Wan? Love?”
Anakin stood quickly in worry only to stare for Obi-Wan’s leggings
had a spreading wet spot. “…Obi-Wan?” He squawked out loudly in
worry. “Please tell me your water didn’t just break?”

The Senate felt
unnaturally silent and Anakin wondered for a hysterical moment if the
Senate had ever been silent as Obi-Wan trembled beside him and Windu
let out a loud curse of shock. “Um, my water totally broke… is
there a medic in the Senate?” He questioned shakily as the earlier
back pain just became a lot more obvious and important.

All hell broke out
as a roar of voices echoed through the Senate chamber.

Cat Cuddles: Padme plots to nudge Anakin to propose to his mate.

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“You’re
being subtle.” Anakin said dryly as the other Senator appeared in
his doorway, a small smile on his lips to show he wasn’t actually
upset with her as Padme grinned at him while flouncing into the room,
her voluminous skirt most likely hiding eight blasters if Anakin knew
he correct. And a viroblade in her shoes if not directly strapped to
her thigh if the shoes were too small.

Watching
as she dropped into the chair in front of the desk, Anakin snorted
and glanced over to find Obi-Wan had slept through her entrance, the
felinoide having pushed the couch with the Force until it was in
ideal sun patch to soak it up from the window.

“I’m
not trying to be subtle.” Padme returned in a cheery tone before
grinning delightedly when
she saw that Anakin was indeed looking at the bonding rings she had
sent him on his terminal. “Come, you know you could, you’re
Tatooine native and the
concept of marriage to a felinoide would only get you a few raised
eyebrows that you’d be willing to commit your resources with
someone who has nothing.” She wiggled her brows.

She
wasn’t wrong.

Even
now the concept of marrying was still a way to pool together your
resources as much as for love on Tatooine despite their situation
having improved with a formal membership in the Republic, many still
holding onto the mentality of hardship and many still remembered
being slaves with the hot sun beating down on them.

So
yes, he marrying Obi-Wan would only gain him a few raised brows from
those who could honestly get him out of office as he was actually
elected.

The
other Senators could boo and sneer at him and whisper behind his back
but Anakin had support even in the Senate.

After
all, he was not the only one with a felinoide lover.

Just
the one most obvious one
since he had Obi-Wan with him practically everywhere, to his office,
parties, dinners and so on.

“You
know, Obi-Wan might not even want to wear a ring,” Anakin pointed
out, sitting back in his chair with a sigh. “Felinoides don’t do
it that way.” He lightly scolded the woman who raised her brow in
return.

Reaching
out and snatching a cookie out of the bowl on Anakin’s desk, set
there for Obi-Wan’s cravings, Padme snorted. “Like I know
anything about felinoide
culture that I can trust being truthful since its from the holonet, I was trying to hint to you.” She huffed before nibbling
on the treat.

Rubbing
his neck slowly with a sigh, Anakin finally shrugged. “Felinoide do
ear piercings, since their ears feature so prominently and are such a
delicate and
intricate part to their anatomy they pierce it as a sign of giving
themselves to someone even
with the point of pain,” He leaned his elbows on the desk with a
deep sigh. “Of course, this practice has been abused by others
unfortunately.” He grumbled.

The
half eaten cookie still in grasp, Padme stared at him with some
amount of horror as she had
clearly lost her appetite for sweets.
“I’ve seen images of felinoide slaves with
rows of piercings…” She whispered.

Grimacing
heavily, Anakin nodded. “They don’t care it hurts them or that
felinoid have their own practices, they just care for ‘pretty’.”
He muttered, trying not to get too angry as that would wake Obi-Wan
from his sunny nap.

Looking
nauseous now, Padme put the cookie down on her lap. “…I’m so
glad you asked me to join you on the anti slavery proposition.” She
muttered, sitting back before glancing at Obi-Wan’s tucked up form
and back to Anakin. “But if he wore a piercing, which you already
have, what would you wear?” Padme tried to push it over to a
happier subject.

Scratching
at the blond stubble on his cheek, Anakin shrugged. “A cuff for the
wrist, that used to be tradition with none felinoide mates when I was
a child at least with the few I saw that could marry.” Anakin
quietly stated, wondering…

He
glanced to Obi-Wan, watching the soft rise and fall of the body as
Obi-Wan slept soundly in the sun, copper ears twitching now and then.
He could imagine the ear pierced with something golden, just a nice
hoop with maybe a gem to sparkle and draw attention.

Nothing
too big or heavy to pull the ear but… just something pretty,
something for Obi-Wan.

Judging
by the look on Padme’s face, she seemed to know what he was
thinking and looked highly satisfied
by her own scheme bearing fruit.

Snorting
at her, Anakin stuck out his tongue. “Yeah, yeah don’t be so
smug.” He huffed with laughter in his voice.