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What happens in Burning Bird when Ani is not providing appropriately soft nesting material?

Posted on juli 20, 2018 av swmoddy

Rubbing his face and his ears, Yoda
sighed deeply. “What to say I do not know. Sith on Coruscant,
hiding under our noses, millions of sentient clones on this
planet that have been commissioned for the Jedi Order yet are chipped
to eventually kill us and all with their own personalities as far as
Obi-Wan says, my former padawan-” Here he gave Yan a long look,
despite the Fallen order member hiding by the door where Obi-Wan had
left him when he returned and dragged the man by his ear to the
meeting. “The member of an order thought extinct that serve the
Starbirds. And my former master pregnant and nesting. Also grumpy.”
He glanced at Obi-Wan, the rest of the council joined him as they
were spread about the meeting room of the Kaminos with seven there in
the flesh and the rest in holo.

Said starbird just shrugged then
pointed at Anakin who blinked at them all in confusion. His
expression clearly stated. ‘What did I do?’

“What has Skywalker done now?” Plo
asked, sounding rather confused.

“He hasn’t brought nesting
material. I had to find it all on my own.” Obi-Wan huffed.

“But… this isn’t a true nest.”
Anakin blinked at his mate. “We’re not going to be here for the
birth… are we?” He squeaked out, suddenly wide eyed and tugging
on his own tabards.

“We may be, there’s a lot of clones
here Anakin and they may need us.” Obi-Wan frowned at him. “I’m
not letting them get lost in bureaucracy of the Senate or Force
forbid, some kind of horrid slavery thing. Nor am I letting them
become the army they were ordered for.” He shook his head firmly.

“But you’re pregnant!” Anakin
whined as if that was reason enough for Obi-Wan to go and hide in the
temple though fair be, it should honestly and then Anakin remembered
where they were and glanced at the council that was made up of five
flesh people and seven holos.

Yoda just raised his ears. “If stop
him you think I can, then misjudged the situation you have.” He
grumbled, ears twitching.

Mace just sniggered at him, the
bastard.

“Maybe we should focus on the
clones?” Plo suggested. “It is not our biggest issue but its one
of the more pressing one we may be able to deal with.” He rubbed
his chin.

“Do you have a plan Master Plo?”
Obi-Wan tilted his head.

The man hesitated then sighed and
nodded. “Yes, but it will involve throwing a former master and
friend of ours under.” He said sadly.

“…Sifo.” Yan spoke up for the
first time. “You want to blame it all on him and use him as a
scapegoat, have him financed by war hungry leeches like the Trade
Federation.” He said quietly.

“You have made our situation hard.”
Plo lifted his gaze to Yan, voice hard. “You have manipulated Sifo
and the Sith master has manipulated you. So yes, but remember who
lead Sifo down this path.” He grunted and Yan looked away.

“I could work.” Mace rubbed his
chin. “If spun the right way.” He frowned. “We would have to
stop production now though, maybe if we do it the right way, the
Kaminos will not harm those already made nor decommission anymore.
Frankly a barbaric practice.” He shivered.

“But that is how they have made their
life, snuffing out what is not useful.” Obi-Wan sighed before
frowning. “But if we manage to spin it the right way… what will
we do with these men?” He looked around.

“There are many organizations they
can join.” Shaak leaned forward, her voice soft and a small smile
on her lips. “Many places who would welcome capable, skilled men
such as these for defense or to help them build. You say there are
medics among them too?” She waited for Obi-Wan to nod. “Then that
will also be of use, just because skills have been taught for war,
does not mean one has to use
them for it.” She finished up.

Smiling a bit at that, Obi-Wan nodded.
“Its been a while since I heard actual wisdom from the Council.”

There was a trade of looks before Yoda
leaned forward, sitting on the very edge of his seat. “Reminded us
someone has, that our role in the galaxy much larger once was. Free
to send us the Senate has been… for far too long. Yes Obi-Wan,
correct you are. I admit my old master, you were right.” He
snorted.

Chuckling a bit, Obi-Wan waddled over
to the troll and wrapped him in a hug. “Oh I know, it took you all
quite a few years to admit it though.” He teased.

“Maybe all these men could help us
out actually.” Mace pondered. “The order is… not as large as it
once was… and the hutts are many and the slavery market huge along
with the pirates and other riffraff around the galaxy not to mention
all the times the Senate sends us to fix their problems…” He
looked around. “Maybe its time for the Jedi Order to have allies
once more?”

The room went quiet, everyone holding
their breath at the suggestion.

“…Maybe it is.” Shaak agreed.

One by one, each member of the council
nodded.

It was time to rock the foundation of
the Republic and not in the way Darth Sidious expected.

“Let there be a reckoning.” Plo
said in grim satisfaction, sitting back in his chair.

Hello there! I would just like to ask what happened in the «CarryingHope» next? What’s the reaction of the vods when their general suddenly quit? Will Zett and Obi-wan will get the warm bonding moment they deserve? Did palpatine choked in his tea and die? Please I’m desperate for more content! xD

Posted on juli 20, 2018 av swmoddy

Its an
obvious sign of change when their General show up unannounced in the
barracks with General Kenobi beside him, the older man patting him on
the shoulder supportingly before he heads towards Cody and lets
Skywalker instead find Rex.

But
what’s more telling is the way Rex face changes as the two speaks
before the Captain is calling everyone from the 501^st
to an emergency meeting.

Their
General is quitting, not just the Order as they always knew he would
but the GAR too.

And
they want to be upset, they’ll be without their General!

But…

He’s
pregnant. He’s wide eyed and a bit shocked yet hopeful at the same
time as he looks around the room with a halting smile.

And
how can they be anything but supporting then as the man sits there
with a glow on his face and one hand on his stomach.

“Will
Commander Tano be taking over then?” Kix finally ventured to ask.

“With
Obi-Wan as her co-commander yes. Obi-Wan will also be taking over as
her master as her training is far from over.” Anakin murmured
before letting out a small laugh when Five breaks all regulations to
just hug the former Jedi.

“We’re
gonna miss you…but take care of your kit?” The trooper stares at
him with wide eyes and Skywalker’s eyes outright waters before he
hugs him tightly in return.

“Oh
kark I wasn’t going to cry.” He wheezed before nuzzling the
other. “I’ll come visit when you’re on Coruscant, I promise.”

Somehow
it becomes a hug feast for the entire legion and no one is quite sure
whose crying and whose laughing and who set off the ‘you’re gonna
be a daddy!’ song but well, that’s what’s happening.

()()()

Watching
the boy quietly, Obi-Wan considered what could have been.

Qui-Gon
had always been gentle with him, always warm and loving and that last
mission to Naboo…

Oh
Qui-Gon had promised Obi-Wan the galaxy with a gentle hand on his
cheek, stroking lightly down the stubbled cheek. They were going to
leave the Order, go to Alderaan or maybe some mid-rim planet where
they could live of their own skills or even just travel the galaxy
for a year or two until they could settle down.

And
they were going to bond properly, seal their bond during a heat and
become proper mates instead of just providing each other relief…

And
then Qui-Gon found Anakin and everything changed.

He had
been so upset.

Scared
and angry.

Qui-Gon
had begged for understanding and Obi-Wan had reluctantly given it
while being convinced to one last night with his beloved alpha.

And
here the result was, laughing as he sparred with one of his friends.

Zett
was beautiful and Obi-Wan would not regret his boy.

‘I
may not be in your life Zett… but I do love you without reserve and
without judgment. I hope I can get to know you for real one day.’
Obi-Wan thought shakily before his comm crackled to life and he heard
Cody calling for him.

It was
time to leave for the front lines once more and once more it was back
into the fray and danger which he might not come back from.

Hello there! I would just like to ask what happened in the «CarryingHope» next? What’s the reaction of the vods when their general suddenly quit? Will Zett and Obi-wan will get the warm bonding moment they deserve? Did palpatine choked in his tea and die? Please I’m desperate for more content! xD

Posted on juli 20, 2018 av swmoddy

But
what’s more telling is the way Rex face changes as the two speaks
before the Captain is calling everyone from the 501^st
to an emergency meeting.

Their
General is quitting, not just the Order as they always knew he would
but the GAR too.

And
they want to be upset, they’ll be without their General!

But…

He’s
pregnant. He’s wide eyed and a bit shocked yet hopeful at the same
time as he looks around the room with a halting smile.

And
how can they be anything but supporting then as the man sits there
with a glow on his face and one hand on his stomach.

“Will
Commander Tano be taking over then?” Kix finally ventured to ask.

“We’re
gonna miss you…but take care of your kit?” The trooper stares at
him with wide eyes and Skywalker’s eyes outright waters before he
hugs him tightly in return.

“Oh
kark I wasn’t going to cry.” He wheezed before nuzzling the
other. “I’ll come visit when you’re on Coruscant, I promise.”

()()()

Watching
the boy quietly, Obi-Wan considered what could have been.

Qui-Gon
had always been gentle with him, always warm and loving and that last
mission to Naboo…

And
they were going to bond properly, seal their bond during a heat and
become proper mates instead of just providing each other relief…

And
then Qui-Gon found Anakin and everything changed.

He had
been so upset.

Scared
and angry.

Qui-Gon
had begged for understanding and Obi-Wan had reluctantly given it
while being convinced to one last night with his beloved alpha.

And
here the result was, laughing as he sparred with one of his friends.

Zett
was beautiful and Obi-Wan would not regret his boy.

It was
time to leave for the front lines once more and once more it was back
into the fray and danger which he might not come back from.

RoyalProtector- the baby is born and they get to hold their child for the first time

Posted on juli 17, 2018 av swmoddy

At the beginning of the day nothing odd
had been happening, it was as usual, his sparrows had been delivering
notices of all activity they had caught wind of, anything suspicious
and Obi-Wan had analyzed it while sitting at his desk while going
over his duties at the consort of the Star Emperor.

The ache of his hips and back had
become gradually worse but Obi-Wan had ignored it with practiced ease
as he was used to much worse pain when injured in the name of duty.

It was when his entire body had spasmed
with pain and his stomach had convulsed in an odd manner and a
telltale wetness started under his rear on the padded seat that he
was clued in what was going on and called for the guard outside his
office.

The labor had started and Obi-Wan was
carefully escorted to the birthing room where healer Che was already
waiting on them.

“A scout came ahead to warn me and
the others.” She explained dryly as she helped Obi-Wan behind a
blue and white folding screen and out of his wet clothes to get him
into a gown. “I believe one has been sent to the Emperor too and to
the prince.” Che added with a gentler look when Obi-Wan gave a
heavy breath. “I’m sure he’ll be here though if he stays in the
room is more uncertain.” She added, leading him towards the bed
that had been set up.

“Why?” Obi-Wan breathed out,
feeling surprisingly calm. He had expected some sort of panic at the
fact that he was giving birth but he felt nothing but an eerie sort
of calmness in his mind that helped him keep in control.

“Because if he starts pacing he’s
only going to agitate you or if he passes out, that’s bad too.”
Che chuckled a bit as she and another healer Obi-Wan vaguely knew
helped him down onto the bed where he could maneuver himself out over
it and into position.

With a bit of help he had pillows piled
behind him so he could sit in a half reclined position with his legs
spread and someone threw a blanket over his lower half for temporary
modesty.

“I hope he can stay with me…” He
grunted, already feeling the ache spreading even further. “Because
at this point, I think I deserve to get to yell at him.”

To that the healers just chuckled.

()()()

Standing there in awe, Qui-Gon stared
down at the bundle in his arms, hardly feeling his jarred hand that
Che had bandaged that Obi-Wan had crushed in his grip.

How could he do anything but feel like
quiet awe and wonder when he was holding his daughter, her face still
pink and scrunched up but resting peacefully in his arms after coming
out of his love and consort.

She was beautiful and she had screamed
with powerful, strong lungs that had made Anakin curse somewhere on
the other side of the door before he cheered loudly in delight. “I
HAVE A SIBLING!”

That had made Qui-Gon laugh at the time
and now…

Now he was just adoring, holding his
child as Obi-Wan watched from the bed, drugged up on poppy milk to
sedate the pain from his birth, a quiet smile on the redhead’s
face. “You ever gonna invite your son in to meet her?” He teased
softly, his voice lightly slurred.

“I should but I feel myself wanting
to act very selfish and greedy in not wanting to share her.”
Qui-Gon admitted softly in return as he moved to sit down on the
bedside, tilting his arms enough for Obi-Wan to see her too. “She
needs a name.” He hummed.

“She does but at the moment I’m too
full of poppy to decide.” Obi-Wan sighed, smiling sleepily.

“Then rest my love, rest and tomorrow
will be a new day for a name.” Qui-Gon leaned down, carefully
tucking his baby into the crook of his arm so he could kiss Obi-Wan
lovingly.

In another part of the castle, a scream
of rage in counterpoint was issued as plans long since plotted were
falling apart in schemers hands.

RoyalProtector- the baby is born and they get to hold their child for the first time

Posted on juli 17, 2018 av swmoddy

The ache of his hips and back had
become gradually worse but Obi-Wan had ignored it with practiced ease
as he was used to much worse pain when injured in the name of duty.

The labor had started and Obi-Wan was
carefully escorted to the birthing room where healer Che was already
waiting on them.

With a bit of help he had pillows piled
behind him so he could sit in a half reclined position with his legs
spread and someone threw a blanket over his lower half for temporary
modesty.

“I hope he can stay with me…” He
grunted, already feeling the ache spreading even further. “Because
at this point, I think I deserve to get to yell at him.”

To that the healers just chuckled.

()()()

Standing there in awe, Qui-Gon stared
down at the bundle in his arms, hardly feeling his jarred hand that
Che had bandaged that Obi-Wan had crushed in his grip.

She was beautiful and she had screamed
with powerful, strong lungs that had made Anakin curse somewhere on
the other side of the door before he cheered loudly in delight. “I
HAVE A SIBLING!”

That had made Qui-Gon laugh at the time
and now…

“She does but at the moment I’m too
full of poppy to decide.” Obi-Wan sighed, smiling sleepily.

“Then rest my love, rest and tomorrow
will be a new day for a name.” Qui-Gon leaned down, carefully
tucking his baby into the crook of his arm so he could kiss Obi-Wan
lovingly.

In another part of the castle, a scream
of rage in counterpoint was issued as plans long since plotted were
falling apart in schemers hands.

How is Obi-wan doing in Unbounded Misery? Are he and the baby both healthy?

Posted on juli 16, 2018 av swmoddy

Curled
up on the couch, Obi-Wan watched the other two Jedi as
he rested his head on his arm. Making sure neither were paying
attention to him, he slowly reached to his own stomach to cautiously
brush the swell, carefully pushing his hand in.

He
could feel something on the other side of the skin, something warm
and solid between the flesh and water.

His
baby.

His
and some random smuggler alpha who mated with him when Obi-Wan was
too lost to his own instincts to fight.

Still
he could not tell what he felt about the baby, even now months later
with his stomach growing and Qui-Gon in the know about the how.

He
knew the baby was not at fault for what had happened and yet at the
same time his brain wanted a scapegoat to all the horror he had gone
through and all the things he had to endure.

And
while Obi-Wan could be spiteful he was not outright malicious.

So he
was locked in a strange state of apathy and compassion for the baby
growing inside him.

He had
moments of anger, moment of blaming the baby but those were brought
on by misery that Obi-Wan couldn’t quite manage to let go but for
the most part he was blaming himself.

After
all, he was the one who forgot his emergency suppressors.

What
kind of rookie mistake was that for seasoned omega knight?

Shifting
his hand away, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and shifted to tug a pillow
under his head instead of his arm, glancing up to find Qui-Gon still
helping Anakin with the meal.

Which
was good because Qui-Gon, dear as he was, could not really cook.

He was
okay with basic things like toast, making scrambled egg and tea but
don’t ask him for something advanced and that was fair enough, not
everyone knew how to cook properly.

At
least the man knew how to make sandwiches and tea and the commissary,
though sometimes tasteless depending on cuisine, had a good selection
of dishes thanks to the droids and people working in it to provide.

Anakin
however knew more, knew how to use spices and Obi-Wan suspected the
kids mother was why he knew how.

He
hoped it wouldn’t make him sick…

()()()

“Well
Knight Kenobi, you gained weight which is good as you were too thin
to ensure a healthy birth.” The healer hummed, going over the
result of the examination. “Your iron count has gone up too which
is a good thing as it was fairly low but you still need to take your
vitamins throughout the pregnancy.”

“I
know.” Obi-Wan mumbled tiredly, watching Nanaks desk blandly.

There
was a little bit of hesitation and Obi-Wan steeled himself for what
he knew came next.

“Have
you thought about my suggestion of seeing a mind healer Knight
Kenobi? Many do and there’s no shame in it.” Nanak said gently.

Obi-Wan
just pursed his lips and twitched a bit at the sigh from the healer.
“I’ll think about it.” He bit out a bit. “Can I leave now?”
Obi-Wan added quickly, wanting to get away from well-meaning healers
and just back to his quarters where at the very least he could sit on
his couch, drink tea and read.

Or
talk to Qui-Gon.

Or
kark, even help Anakin with homework.

Anything
but be here.

There
was another sigh, making Obi-Wan feel like a petulant child before
Nanaks spoke up. “Yes Obi-Wan, you can go. Please remember you have
an appointment in three weeks time for your next scheduled checkup
and don’t hesitate to make appointments earlier if you feel
something is wrong.”

Standing,
Obi-Wan gave a strained bow, his stomach getting in the way before
making his way out with the singular goal being to get to his own
damn quarters.

He
wanted a nap.