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Burning bird- Obi talks to Ani about his vision.

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As he started to
get larger, Obi-Wan also started to slow down a lot more, becoming
more a nesting creature than a social creature since his instincts
demanded he keep himself and his burgeoning lives safe from harm.

Good thing people
didn’t mind visiting him in his room and sitting either on the
bedside or the floor to speak with him.

Yan of course
pulled a chair to sit on but that was him being his usual self so
Obi-Wan didn’t mind.

Some of the younger
clones and Boba he even allowed to crawl into his nest with him to
cuddle, needing the physical comfort when Anakin was off in the
Kamino facility, teaching the clones, planning or training with Jango
and the brothers.

His stomach was so
swollen with the babies now, Obi-Wan hoped it wouldn’t get bigger
but something told him they would and he’d be reduced to waddling
all over.

Pouting a bit, he
carefully disentangled himself from his nest and carefully made his
way towards the kitchen, needing tea.

Of course he got
caught up in a full fledged mechanic argument as Anakin stubbornly
held on to that the P something was the superior machine to a machine
Jango was tooting as the best as several of the brothers pinged in
with what they thought were the best and what they had flown with in
simulations.

Chuckling softly at
that, Obi-Wan limped to the kitchen and half noticed the silence
before Anakin was suddenly there, trilling softly into his ear while
hugging as Jango and the others went back to their discussion as
Anakin joined Obi-Wan in the kitchenette instead. “You’re
limping. Is it your hip again?” The blond nosed at Obi-Wan’s hair
and ear in an affectionate move.

“Yeah, but we
were warned about this. Cartilage is softening in my hip area to make
the space necessary, you remember right?” Obi-Wan put his hand to
the counter to push himself up on his toes only for Anakin to quickly
reach up and grab the sapir tea tin, putting it down in front of
Obi-Wan. “Anakin…” He grumbled.

“Please don’t
push yourself mate,” Anakin nosed at him again, rubbing Obi-Wan’s
stomach with one hand. “The healers said you would have to accept
help as you get bigger. You’re not an embarrassment, just my lovely
mate, I love helping you.” He assured

Muttering with a
bit of a blush in his cheek, Obi-Wan measured up tea instead of
answering as he waited on the pot to boil.

So he was a tiny
bit ashamed of how his changing body reduced some of his abilities if
he didn’t fill it out with the Force as a crutch. It was just so
strange to no longer be able to reach his toes without sitting down
or how his hip ached daily because of the softened cartilage and than
there was the constant hormones not to speak about the nightmares he
was having.

Pausing a bit,
Obi-Wan rested a hand over Anakin’s before turning slowly, ignoring
the boiling water kettle as he peered up into blue eyes. “…Anakin,
I might be having visions.” He started only to hesitate even as
Anakin tensed against him.

The fellow
starbirds eyes turned dark as he cupped Obi-Wan to him, trying to
make himself bigger somehow and simultaneously cover Obi-Wan up from
view. “Tell me everything.” He demanded quietly and intently, a
string of worry in his voice.

Pressing his nose
to Anakin’s neck, Obi-Wan sunk into him and quietly told him each
detail he could of the maybe vision, the sensation of hands, the
brush of air past his ear and how it did not feel like Anakin.
He left nothing out even as it made him nauseous and frightened,
clinging to his mate.

“I won’t let
them collar you, never ever, not my mate,” Anakin crooned quietly,
holding Obi-Wan tightly to him as he ran one hand comfortingly up and
down the others back. “No slavers and no Sith will ever have you,”
His hand cupped around the swollen stomach covetously and
protectively at the same time. “Nor our children.” Anakin swore.

‘No… Ani would
burn planets before he allowed our little birds to be taken.’ That
should alarm Obi-Wan as a Jedi but all it did in that moment was
reassure him as he sunk into the other man, fine tremors rolling
through his body as he was held tight by his mate.

Catcuddles, can I have Obi being baddass ina fight and with words? he may not be trained but is a natural at both… maybe an attack on Ani and a following inverview with a reporter that helps shine a different view on felines?

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Sometimes you can’t help how situations arises even when you have a
Jedi guard.

Especially if you leave said Jedi guard behind because you think the
danger is over and you want to take your sweet mate out on a nice
date just for them, wanting to give him a sweet treat since he had
been so ill often these last few days.

Especially in the morning!

So Anakin had taken his pretty feline mate out for a fancy restaurant
called Skyhigh that served ‘exotic’ food and by that they meant
outer Rim planet dishes, taking his mate alone without any guards at
all.

And that had proven to be the stupidest thing Anakin had done in a
while as the moment they had been seated at their table the whole
place had pretty much lit up in blaster fire.

Anakin had to hand it to Obi-Wan as most people went into shock the
feline had pushed their table over and pulled Anakin down behind it,
hissing in anger which had been nothing when the assassin came for
Anakin.

Obi-Wan
had seen red and gone for the karking idiots throat just like Anakin
knew threatened felinodes would unless they were beaten into
submission by slavers or kept drugged… or
worse declawed.

Of course more than
Anakin had seen Obi-Wan go ‘savage’ as some of the holo reporters
were calling it and Anakin needed to do damage control.

Which lead to this
moment, sitting in front of Juwa Tanda, one of the most popular talk
show hosts currently on holoview and Anakin knew from hearing from
his own guards that this interview had been the talk of Coruscant
since it was announced.

Apparently everyone
wanted to see the ‘savage’ kitty.

They got something
totally else.

Obi-Wan had groomed
himself perfectly, his fur and hair sleek and well brushed, styled
out of his eyes with his beard trimmed carefully. He was wearing a
maroon silk outfit gifted to him from Anakin back on his birthday two
months ago and had spoken calmly and clearly with Juwa, charming her
with his knowledge and his suave behavior.

He was just being
utterly charming and this was the Obi-Wan that Anakin had gotten to
know once he had taken the abused felinoide in and given him a proper
home, given him respect as an equal because he knew that was what
Obi-Wan was.

Of course
eventually Juwa had to ask about the attack, about the witnesses that
reported Obi-Wan had gone ‘savage’.

Obi-Wan gave the
reporter a considering stare before exchanging looks with Anakin
which had the blond nodding encouragingly. Shrugging a bit, Obi-Wan
held out his hands, making claw motions out of them. “I’m not an
actual cat but I’m a felinoide, my ancestors were a mix of humanoid
and feline of some kind though what has been lost to the destruction
of my planet since no one else saved the evolution of my kind. I’m
born with my weapons, we all are.” He said calmly only for the
reporter to jerk back in shock as his nails suddenly extended.

Slowly they
retreated before everyone’s eyes and the twi’lek turned stunned
eyes up to Obi-Wan.

He gave a sharp
toothed grin. “Like felines of most kinds that have retractable
claws, we have retractable nails of the same kind, our nails require
stronger tools than humans for all that we look quite alike outside
of the visible ears and tail or slitted eyes. The keratin of our
nails however are quite stronger for that reason.” He shrugged.

“I… see,” She
stuttered out, shaking herself a bit before Juwa put her smile back
on. “So you did attack than?”

Shrugging once
more, Obi-Wan rested his hands on his lap, smiling slightly. “I
defended. My mate was in danger, I reacted in his defense and
honestly defense of several diners even if they weren’t grateful
for it since they are calling me savage.” He said calmly and Anakin
could have kissed him on live holo because it was his clever Obi
calling out those who called him savage and tried to reduce him to a
mere beast!

Juwa seemed to get
the implication too and nodded encouragingly. “Yes, I see what you
mean but the reports were a bit brutal I have to say.” She dug in,
apologetic in the face of it all.

Obi-Wan hesitated
for the first time, glancing at Anakin nervously and squirmed a bit
in his seat, his tail wrapping around Anakin’s leg as he peered
questionably at him. “Obi?” He whispered though made no effort to
conceal his mouth.

“W-Well the thing
is that it wasn’t just my mate in danger.” Obi-Wan finally said,
rubbing the back of his neck as his ears flickered around, his free
hand cupping his… stomach…

Anakin stared at
him, his ears ringing a bit as he started to gape.

“You see I’m
pregnant, I’m gonna have kits.” The felinoide explained.

Anakin could see
Juwa say something, Obi-Wan turning towards him with worry on his
face but the only thing going to through his mind…

“I’m going to
be a dad!” He yelped while bouncing out of his chair, sweeping
Obi-Wan out of his chair and spinning him around the talk show scene,
oblivious to anything and anyone else but his mate, his laughing,
utterly relieved mate.

Anakin was going to
be a dad!

Catcuddles, can I have Obi being baddass ina fight and with words? he may not be trained but is a natural at both… maybe an attack on Ani and a following inverview with a reporter that helps shine a different view on felines?

Posted on av swmoddy

Sometimes you can’t help how situations arises even when you have a
Jedi guard.

Especially if you leave said Jedi guard behind because you think the
danger is over and you want to take your sweet mate out on a nice
date just for them, wanting to give him a sweet treat since he had
been so ill often these last few days.

Especially in the morning!

So Anakin had taken his pretty feline mate out for a fancy restaurant
called Skyhigh that served ‘exotic’ food and by that they meant
outer Rim planet dishes, taking his mate alone without any guards at
all.

And that had proven to be the stupidest thing Anakin had done in a
while as the moment they had been seated at their table the whole
place had pretty much lit up in blaster fire.

Anakin had to hand it to Obi-Wan as most people went into shock the
feline had pushed their table over and pulled Anakin down behind it,
hissing in anger which had been nothing when the assassin came for
Anakin.

Obi-Wan
had seen red and gone for the karking idiots throat just like Anakin
knew threatened felinodes would unless they were beaten into
submission by slavers or kept drugged… or
worse declawed.

Of course more than
Anakin had seen Obi-Wan go ‘savage’ as some of the holo reporters
were calling it and Anakin needed to do damage control.

Which lead to this
moment, sitting in front of Juwa Tanda, one of the most popular talk
show hosts currently on holoview and Anakin knew from hearing from
his own guards that this interview had been the talk of Coruscant
since it was announced.

Apparently everyone
wanted to see the ‘savage’ kitty.

They got something
totally else.

Obi-Wan had groomed
himself perfectly, his fur and hair sleek and well brushed, styled
out of his eyes with his beard trimmed carefully. He was wearing a
maroon silk outfit gifted to him from Anakin back on his birthday two
months ago and had spoken calmly and clearly with Juwa, charming her
with his knowledge and his suave behavior.

He was just being
utterly charming and this was the Obi-Wan that Anakin had gotten to
know once he had taken the abused felinoide in and given him a proper
home, given him respect as an equal because he knew that was what
Obi-Wan was.

Of course
eventually Juwa had to ask about the attack, about the witnesses that
reported Obi-Wan had gone ‘savage’.

Obi-Wan gave the
reporter a considering stare before exchanging looks with Anakin
which had the blond nodding encouragingly. Shrugging a bit, Obi-Wan
held out his hands, making claw motions out of them. “I’m not an
actual cat but I’m a felinoide, my ancestors were a mix of humanoid
and feline of some kind though what has been lost to the destruction
of my planet since no one else saved the evolution of my kind. I’m
born with my weapons, we all are.” He said calmly only for the
reporter to jerk back in shock as his nails suddenly extended.

Slowly they
retreated before everyone’s eyes and the twi’lek turned stunned
eyes up to Obi-Wan.

He gave a sharp
toothed grin. “Like felines of most kinds that have retractable
claws, we have retractable nails of the same kind, our nails require
stronger tools than humans for all that we look quite alike outside
of the visible ears and tail or slitted eyes. The keratin of our
nails however are quite stronger for that reason.” He shrugged.

“I… see,” She
stuttered out, shaking herself a bit before Juwa put her smile back
on. “So you did attack than?”

Shrugging once
more, Obi-Wan rested his hands on his lap, smiling slightly. “I
defended. My mate was in danger, I reacted in his defense and
honestly defense of several diners even if they weren’t grateful
for it since they are calling me savage.” He said calmly and Anakin
could have kissed him on live holo because it was his clever Obi
calling out those who called him savage and tried to reduce him to a
mere beast!

Juwa seemed to get
the implication too and nodded encouragingly. “Yes, I see what you
mean but the reports were a bit brutal I have to say.” She dug in,
apologetic in the face of it all.

Obi-Wan hesitated
for the first time, glancing at Anakin nervously and squirmed a bit
in his seat, his tail wrapping around Anakin’s leg as he peered
questionably at him. “Obi?” He whispered though made no effort to
conceal his mouth.

“W-Well the thing
is that it wasn’t just my mate in danger.” Obi-Wan finally said,
rubbing the back of his neck as his ears flickered around, his free
hand cupping his… stomach…

Anakin stared at
him, his ears ringing a bit as he started to gape.

“You see I’m
pregnant, I’m gonna have kits.” The felinoide explained.

Anakin could see
Juwa say something, Obi-Wan turning towards him with worry on his
face but the only thing going to through his mind…

“I’m going to
be a dad!” He yelped while bouncing out of his chair, sweeping
Obi-Wan out of his chair and spinning him around the talk show scene,
oblivious to anything and anyone else but his mate, his laughing,
utterly relieved mate.

Anakin was going to
be a dad!

Burning bird, does Obi-Wan still get visions? is that ability stronger or weaker now that he’s more in tune with the star bird in him?

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Caressing a napping
Anakin’s palm gently with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled down at
him with a tender look on his face as he affectionately traced the
lines of the hand as he thought about that superstition of reading
the palm that some people believed in.

He knew it wasn’t
real for starbirds, his hand had looked different in each life, with
short lines leading long lives and long lines leading short lives
where the ‘lifeline’ supposedly went in the palm.

Yet he wondered
sometimes if there was a little bit of truth in it.

Certainly he had
believed in stranger things that turned out to be true, like his
ability to to lift things with a wave of his hand or perceive the
future with the Force if he only focused and meditated.

That thought had
him stilling, staring at Anakin.

He could feel a
collar wrap around his neck like a noose, pulling him as he strained
against it as if it was a leash intent on making him submit as his
stomach ached and he shivered a bit while looking away.

A warning maybe?

Or was it his own
fear speaking since he knew that Sidious was aware of them being
starbirds?

He could easily
imagine what the other had in mind for Anakin, powerful Force child
that he was, he would make a grand apprentice and a feat of
accomplishment for a Sith to be the first to ever have a starbird as
their apprentice.

Himself?

Obi-Wan was wary.

He could imagine
himself being drained for blood of course, to keep the Sith immortal…

But he could also
imagine worse fates.

The fate that would
have him contained to a room, fetid breath washing over his face as
clammy hands brushed his body and for a moment it all felt so real he
almost vomited. And then he really did need to vomit as his
imagination and morning sickness combined, Obi-Wan shooting from the
couch of his Kamino quarters to rush towards the fresher.

Anakin
crashed onto the floor, dislodged from Obi-Wan’s lap where he had
been napping, the blond only taking an extra moment to get his senses
before he rushed after Obi-Wan, crooning in worry as he held back
hair while Obi-Wan chucked his guts into the toilet, his entire body
shaking as he threw up every
last bit until he was empty, slumping back against his mate and
curling in there.

“Two more months
of morning sickness.” Anakin trilled at him, nosing at his sweaty
temple before standing and using the Force to lift Obi-Wan. “You’ll
be at the five month mark than and the morning sickness will pass.”
He continued trilling as he carried Obi-Wan to the couch.

“Than its ‘only’
seven months left.” Obi-Wan said dryly, his mouth tasting of bile.

Anakin just nosed
at his hair and settled Obi-Wan down on the couch with his legs up,
tucking a blanket around him before he went to the kitchen.

Blissfully Obi-Wan
heard him pour water into a glass and also opening the fridge to most
likely get some juice to rinse his mouth as outside the rain pounded
away at the Kamino facility.

Yet still the
sensation of something wrapping around Obi-Wan’s throat remained as
Anakin returned with two glasses, one of water and the other of a
pinkish juice of maloora fruit that Obi-Wan had been craving lately.

Letting out a soft
noise as Anakin aided him, Obi-Wan tried not to focus on his anxiety,
pressing his nose into the others collarbone as he held onto the
glass of chilled juice.

‘…I
don’t want to wear a collar.’ Obi-Wan shivered, Anakin pulling
the blanket more up around the redhead’s shoulders with care. ‘I
don’t want to be leashed.’

Burning bird, does Obi-Wan still get visions? is that ability stronger or weaker now that he’s more in tune with the star bird in him?

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Caressing a napping
Anakin’s palm gently with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled down at
him with a tender look on his face as he affectionately traced the
lines of the hand as he thought about that superstition of reading
the palm that some people believed in.

He knew it wasn’t
real for starbirds, his hand had looked different in each life, with
short lines leading long lives and long lines leading short lives
where the ‘lifeline’ supposedly went in the palm.

Yet he wondered
sometimes if there was a little bit of truth in it.

Certainly he had
believed in stranger things that turned out to be true, like his
ability to to lift things with a wave of his hand or perceive the
future with the Force if he only focused and meditated.

That thought had
him stilling, staring at Anakin.

He could feel a
collar wrap around his neck like a noose, pulling him as he strained
against it as if it was a leash intent on making him submit as his
stomach ached and he shivered a bit while looking away.

A warning maybe?

Or was it his own
fear speaking since he knew that Sidious was aware of them being
starbirds?

He could easily
imagine what the other had in mind for Anakin, powerful Force child
that he was, he would make a grand apprentice and a feat of
accomplishment for a Sith to be the first to ever have a starbird as
their apprentice.

Himself?

Obi-Wan was wary.

He could imagine
himself being drained for blood of course, to keep the Sith immortal…

But he could also
imagine worse fates.

The fate that would
have him contained to a room, fetid breath washing over his face as
clammy hands brushed his body and for a moment it all felt so real he
almost vomited. And then he really did need to vomit as his
imagination and morning sickness combined, Obi-Wan shooting from the
couch of his Kamino quarters to rush towards the fresher.

Anakin
crashed onto the floor, dislodged from Obi-Wan’s lap where he had
been napping, the blond only taking an extra moment to get his senses
before he rushed after Obi-Wan, crooning in worry as he held back
hair while Obi-Wan chucked his guts into the toilet, his entire body
shaking as he threw up every
last bit until he was empty, slumping back against his mate and
curling in there.

“Two more months
of morning sickness.” Anakin trilled at him, nosing at his sweaty
temple before standing and using the Force to lift Obi-Wan. “You’ll
be at the five month mark than and the morning sickness will pass.”
He continued trilling as he carried Obi-Wan to the couch.

“Than its ‘only’
seven months left.” Obi-Wan said dryly, his mouth tasting of bile.

Anakin just nosed
at his hair and settled Obi-Wan down on the couch with his legs up,
tucking a blanket around him before he went to the kitchen.

Blissfully Obi-Wan
heard him pour water into a glass and also opening the fridge to most
likely get some juice to rinse his mouth as outside the rain pounded
away at the Kamino facility.

Yet still the
sensation of something wrapping around Obi-Wan’s throat remained as
Anakin returned with two glasses, one of water and the other of a
pinkish juice of maloora fruit that Obi-Wan had been craving lately.

Letting out a soft
noise as Anakin aided him, Obi-Wan tried not to focus on his anxiety,
pressing his nose into the others collarbone as he held onto the
glass of chilled juice.

‘…I
don’t want to wear a collar.’ Obi-Wan shivered, Anakin pulling
the blanket more up around the redhead’s shoulders with care. ‘I
don’t want to be leashed.’

So what is the clones’ and Anakin’s plans in daytoday?

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There are troopers at every entrance of
the Jedi temple, most standing at guard as they chat with the usual
Jedi knights and masters on guard.

His spies in the order are reporting
less and less but this much Sidious knows for sure.

The troopers are moving, shoring up
around the Jedi like hunting nexus on the prowl in a giant pack as
they hunted down their prey or stalking to protect their cubs.

Sidious wasn’t even sure Clovis
little idea would workout, even the Senate for all its members that
excluded intersex from their society would find this an especially
cruel one as it was resembling of the slavers behavior.

A mandatory and forcefull sterilizing of intersex and
gender changes on intersex at birth…

With currently known ones on Coruscant
to be either be forced under the same restrictions or leave
Coruscant space for planets where intersex were accepted.

‘It
would drive a wedge into Skywalker…’ He mused, rubbing his chin.

Regardless,
the proposed bill would come from Clovis and not Palpatine, less
chance for it to turn back on him even if he was going to get people
to support it from the shadows.

Turning
in his chair so he could see the temple, Sidious narrowed his eyes
slowly in contemplation as he wondered if killing Kenobi outright
would work or if he should wait and see if the bill would come into
effect.

A
cruel smirk twisted his lips as he had seen what happened to intersex
adults when forced into change, the violation of their bodies. If
Kenobi was put under that…

Oh
Skywalker’s rage would be sublime, at the Senate for its corruption
as he would see it, at the Council for not protecting Kenobi and at
the galaxy at large for the views on intersex.

Yes
that could work out for him and at the same time reduce Kenobi into a
broken creature, disgusting as it was it was still useful to use
against Skywalker until they no longer had need for Kenobi when
Skywalker was turned. Then they could ply the to be Sith with
anything he would desire, women or men as Kenobi was discarded.

Yes,
that was good.

()()()

Peering
at Cody, Anakin let a lazy smile twist his lips. “You look in a
good mood despite that rather impressive new scar you got going on
your head.” He said conversationally as he leaned against the open
doorway.

Cody
hummed, unlike his brothers he did not tense up as several from the
212th
did as they sported the same scar on their heads.

Quite
a few Jedi had been asking about that actually but so far the clones
had just shrugged and smiled.

But
Skywaker…

Their
goal was the same and Cody tilted his head. “Fives discovered we
had chips in our heads. Our medics have been busy removing them all
and after that we’ve been shoring up the temple defenses to look
out for you all. Seeing how the Senate is boiling.”

That
easy smile disappeared and Anakin nodded, letting out a tired sigh.
“I see, sounds like slave chips,” He grimaced even as he said it,
his face a dark thundercloud as he turned his head towards the
Senate. “And if I could get away with it, I’d shove their
collective heads into bantha poodoo, fresh. Not sure it would have an
affect with their heads already up their asses but at least it would
give me some ease.” He huffed with
a scowl, plotting going off behind those blue eyes.

Smiling
a bit, Cody nodded. “Don’t worry too much about that General
Skywalker. We’re about to throw a beehive into the tooka den,”
The commander gave a predatory grin that got him a curious look from
the Jedi. “The clones haven’t fought for their rights yet,”
Cody said casually, Anakin’s eyes widening at the implications. “It
be a damn shame if the entire army suddenly started to ask about pay,
rights, freeman papers and freedom rights.” The commander said
innocently. “It would tie up a lot of the Senate’s time with
debates which they are so fond of, speaking about budgets and clone
rights.”

Still
staring, Skywalker’s lips started twitching and then he threw his
head back, cackling loudly in delight which had Cody and the rest of
his vode grinning in return, whatever plans the Jedi was holding onto
forgotten for the time being.

“Oh
you’ve been learning from Obi-Wan alright!” The blond hooted with
obvious joy.

Cody
just preened in pride.

So what is the clones’ and Anakin’s plans in daytoday?

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There are troopers at every entrance of
the Jedi temple, most standing at guard as they chat with the usual
Jedi knights and masters on guard.

His spies in the order are reporting
less and less but this much Sidious knows for sure.

The troopers are moving, shoring up
around the Jedi like hunting nexus on the prowl in a giant pack as
they hunted down their prey or stalking to protect their cubs.

Sidious wasn’t even sure Clovis
little idea would workout, even the Senate for all its members that
excluded intersex from their society would find this an especially
cruel one as it was resembling of the slavers behavior.

A mandatory and forcefull sterilizing of intersex and
gender changes on intersex at birth…

With currently known ones on Coruscant
to be either be forced under the same restrictions or leave
Coruscant space for planets where intersex were accepted.

‘It
would drive a wedge into Skywalker…’ He mused, rubbing his chin.

Regardless,
the proposed bill would come from Clovis and not Palpatine, less
chance for it to turn back on him even if he was going to get people
to support it from the shadows.

Turning
in his chair so he could see the temple, Sidious narrowed his eyes
slowly in contemplation as he wondered if killing Kenobi outright
would work or if he should wait and see if the bill would come into
effect.

A
cruel smirk twisted his lips as he had seen what happened to intersex
adults when forced into change, the violation of their bodies. If
Kenobi was put under that…

Oh
Skywalker’s rage would be sublime, at the Senate for its corruption
as he would see it, at the Council for not protecting Kenobi and at
the galaxy at large for the views on intersex.

Yes
that could work out for him and at the same time reduce Kenobi into a
broken creature, disgusting as it was it was still useful to use
against Skywalker until they no longer had need for Kenobi when
Skywalker was turned. Then they could ply the to be Sith with
anything he would desire, women or men as Kenobi was discarded.

Yes,
that was good.

()()()

Peering
at Cody, Anakin let a lazy smile twist his lips. “You look in a
good mood despite that rather impressive new scar you got going on
your head.” He said conversationally as he leaned against the open
doorway.

Cody
hummed, unlike his brothers he did not tense up as several from the
212th
did as they sported the same scar on their heads.

Quite
a few Jedi had been asking about that actually but so far the clones
had just shrugged and smiled.

But
Skywaker…

Their
goal was the same and Cody tilted his head. “Fives discovered we
had chips in our heads. Our medics have been busy removing them all
and after that we’ve been shoring up the temple defenses to look
out for you all. Seeing how the Senate is boiling.”

That
easy smile disappeared and Anakin nodded, letting out a tired sigh.
“I see, sounds like slave chips,” He grimaced even as he said it,
his face a dark thundercloud as he turned his head towards the
Senate. “And if I could get away with it, I’d shove their
collective heads into bantha poodoo, fresh. Not sure it would have an
affect with their heads already up their asses but at least it would
give me some ease.” He huffed with
a scowl, plotting going off behind those blue eyes.

Smiling
a bit, Cody nodded. “Don’t worry too much about that General
Skywalker. We’re about to throw a beehive into the tooka den,”
The commander gave a predatory grin that got him a curious look from
the Jedi. “The clones haven’t fought for their rights yet,”
Cody said casually, Anakin’s eyes widening at the implications. “It
be a damn shame if the entire army suddenly started to ask about pay,
rights, freeman papers and freedom rights.” The commander said
innocently. “It would tie up a lot of the Senate’s time with
debates which they are so fond of, speaking about budgets and clone
rights.”

Still
staring, Skywalker’s lips started twitching and then he threw his
head back, cackling loudly in delight which had Cody and the rest of
his vode grinning in return, whatever plans the Jedi was holding onto
forgotten for the time being.

“Oh
you’ve been learning from Obi-Wan alright!” The blond hooted with
obvious joy.

Cody
just preened in pride.