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For all the gods, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN FREEFORME?

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“Slow steps love. You need to be
careful.” Obi-Wan whispered as he moved slowly for the comfort of
Cody. The man in question was holding on tightly to Obi-Wan’s
shoulder with a slow steps.

“I know Obi-Wan. I need to move slow
or… or I might fall and you can’t catch me right now.” Cody
rasped out quietly, glancing down at the baby in a sling against
Obi-Wan’s chest.

Waxer peered back from the sing and
cooed back at him before giggling and hiding in Obi-Wan’s chest,
both parents smiling a bit at the sight.

“We should turn around after a few
more steps and return to bed. The Medics says you’re nerves were
damaged and you’re going to need therapy once you can walk but for
now we need to be careful about pushing you too hard too fast.”
Obi-Wan murmured.

“I know, that’s why I’m not
holding Waxer.” The clone murmured and Obi-Wan felt a stab of
guilt.

Honestly, the reason he wasn’t
letting Cody hold him yet was because he was… worried.

The chip might be gone but that didn’t
stop Obi-Wan from remembering those moments he was blasted off the
rock wall, of him falling and falling and…

‘Don’t think about it. You can’t
think about it.’ The former Jedi firmly reminded himself with a
deep breath.

Cody toke note of the silence but said
nothing, instead squeezing his shoulder carefully with a little noise
that seemed to indicate that the commander knew exactly what Obi-Wan
was thinking.

It made shame rise in Obi-Wan.

And then he firmly waved it away as
they turned around in the room and returned slowly towards Cody’s
assigned bed, passing by the others of 212th that were
awake.

Most gave them a little wave unless
they were preoccupied or asleep, Boil watched little Waxer closely
with a small smile though, raised up thanks to the bed controls with
his hands in his lap.

Out of all the clones, Killer had come
from it all the best, up and moving around with the only proof that
they had been inside the mans mind the occasional stutter he had.

The man was already talking with
command about potentially joining in on some missions for the
Alliance, especially the ones that would allow him to extract more of
the vode still left.

Obi-Wan was just grateful to have them back, the ones that had one
time been guarding his back. The loyal, faithful men that had worked
with him…

It was just taking his mind some time to remind him that they were no
longer the enemy.

Carefully Cody settled down on his bed with a deep breath before
catching Obi-Wan’s hand, looking up at him with a small smile as he
squeezed the others hands. “Thank you riduur. I know you must have
other things you could do then be here with me.” He rasped out.

“There is no place in the galaxy I’d rather be then right here.”
Obi-Wan murmured in return, leaning in and carefully giving him a
tentative kiss.

It was familiar but so long since either had this, this chance to
re-familiarize themselves with each other.

But… Obi-Wan could get used to this.

He could get used to being loved again.

Used to being loved by his Cody.

Butterflyflutter Obikin mpreg story, if you’re still into it, can I ask you for Obi-Wan and Anakin with their baby? Or just any closure you’d like to give the story? Thank you :)

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Jerking to at a little cry, Anakin lifted his head from Obi-Wan’s
chest to blink into the dark before grunting and dropping his head
back down.

He was so warm and cuddled and Obi-Wan smelled so nice of baby powder
and his midsection was so plushy still…

“Its your turn.” Came a tired voice, the chest Anakin was resting
on rumbling slightly.

“Warm…” Anakin whined.

There was a yawn and then Anakin was rolled onto the floor, chest
smacking down first and his nose landing in his own slipper.

“Ouff! Obi!” He sat up on his knees, tone scandalized.

There was a tiny giggle from the bed and then some shuffling as
Obi-Wan rolled onto his side. “Your turn. Jinn needs a diaper
change.” He offered smugly if tiredly. “And if you don’t hurry
it might squirt up the back like last time. I was up for Jinn’s
feeding, so its your turn.” He yawned again.

Listening to that tired yawn, Anakin felt himself soften and reached
out, rubbing Obi-Wan’s back through the covers. “Fine Obi. I’ll
be back once he’s changed.” He sighed quietly before getting up
and leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek and smiling
when he got a little noise in return.

He was tired himself, a baby really took it out of them both but
Obi-Wan was still recovering from giving birth, obviously tired a lot
of the time, dealing with postpartum depression, healing and just a
general state of unwellness.

It was no wonder if he was tired with all that mixed into his duties
and child raising.

Picking up Jinn, Anakin crooned softly at his little brown-red haired
boy with blue eyes. “Oh baby, you really made a mess huh?” He
wrinkled his nose at the smell, cuddling Jinn as he blindly walked in
the dark to the fresher, knowing the way by feel alone.

Jinn sniffled into his chest, whimpering at his dad.

He whined louder when the light of the fresher came on before
outright crying when he was placed down on the changing table in the
fresher. Crooning, Anakin quickly undid his little boys diaper and
got to work.

Being a parent was like nothing else Anakin had experienced, the
unconditional love from their little butterfly as he held onto noses
or fingers and stared at you with big blue eyes or just watched the
world go by with the deepest of interest for even the mundane.

It even made it worth it to stay in the temple, doing teaching
rotation for the last four and a half month.

“Its okay baby boy.” Anakin cooed as he gently wiped what was
most likely a sore bum and threw the soiled diaper away in the diaper
bucket. Carefully he cleaned Jinn up properly and added a dab of
cream for the soreness and then some baby powder.

Before he could get the diaper on, arms wrapped around his waist as
Obi-Wan pressed against his back. “…I’m sorry.” The redhead
whispered. “I shoved you out of bed…”

Placing one hand on Jinn’s stomach and the other on Obi-Wan’s
hands on his stomach, Anakin crooned at his love too. “Don’t be.
It was my turn.” He stroked the others hand slowly, smiling softly
as he felt Obi-Wan relax against his back.

“Anakin? I love you.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“And I love you Obi-Wan, you and our little butterfly.”

That got a soft, quiet laughter.

Obi-Wan wasn’t healthy, he was dealing with postpartum depression
along with the physical. But he wasn’t alone about it and that
Anakin counted as a win.

As long as Obi-Wan knew he was loved it was a win.

Butterflyflutter Obikin mpreg story, if you’re still into it, can I ask you for Obi-Wan and Anakin with their baby? Or just any closure you’d like to give the story? Thank you :)

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Jerking to at a little cry, Anakin lifted his head from Obi-Wan’s
chest to blink into the dark before grunting and dropping his head
back down.

He was so warm and cuddled and Obi-Wan smelled so nice of baby powder
and his midsection was so plushy still…

“Its your turn.” Came a tired voice, the chest Anakin was resting
on rumbling slightly.

“Warm…” Anakin whined.

There was a yawn and then Anakin was rolled onto the floor, chest
smacking down first and his nose landing in his own slipper.

“Ouff! Obi!” He sat up on his knees, tone scandalized.

There was a tiny giggle from the bed and then some shuffling as
Obi-Wan rolled onto his side. “Your turn. Jinn needs a diaper
change.” He offered smugly if tiredly. “And if you don’t hurry
it might squirt up the back like last time. I was up for Jinn’s
feeding, so its your turn.” He yawned again.

Listening to that tired yawn, Anakin felt himself soften and reached
out, rubbing Obi-Wan’s back through the covers. “Fine Obi. I’ll
be back once he’s changed.” He sighed quietly before getting up
and leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek and smiling
when he got a little noise in return.

He was tired himself, a baby really took it out of them both but
Obi-Wan was still recovering from giving birth, obviously tired a lot
of the time, dealing with postpartum depression, healing and just a
general state of unwellness.

It was no wonder if he was tired with all that mixed into his duties
and child raising.

Picking up Jinn, Anakin crooned softly at his little brown-red haired
boy with blue eyes. “Oh baby, you really made a mess huh?” He
wrinkled his nose at the smell, cuddling Jinn as he blindly walked in
the dark to the fresher, knowing the way by feel alone.

Jinn sniffled into his chest, whimpering at his dad.

He whined louder when the light of the fresher came on before
outright crying when he was placed down on the changing table in the
fresher. Crooning, Anakin quickly undid his little boys diaper and
got to work.

Being a parent was like nothing else Anakin had experienced, the
unconditional love from their little butterfly as he held onto noses
or fingers and stared at you with big blue eyes or just watched the
world go by with the deepest of interest for even the mundane.

It even made it worth it to stay in the temple, doing teaching
rotation for the last four and a half month.

“Its okay baby boy.” Anakin cooed as he gently wiped what was
most likely a sore bum and threw the soiled diaper away in the diaper
bucket. Carefully he cleaned Jinn up properly and added a dab of
cream for the soreness and then some baby powder.

Before he could get the diaper on, arms wrapped around his waist as
Obi-Wan pressed against his back. “…I’m sorry.” The redhead
whispered. “I shoved you out of bed…”

Placing one hand on Jinn’s stomach and the other on Obi-Wan’s
hands on his stomach, Anakin crooned at his love too. “Don’t be.
It was my turn.” He stroked the others hand slowly, smiling softly
as he felt Obi-Wan relax against his back.

“Anakin? I love you.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“And I love you Obi-Wan, you and our little butterfly.”

That got a soft, quiet laughter.

Obi-Wan wasn’t healthy, he was dealing with postpartum depression
along with the physical. But he wasn’t alone about it and that
Anakin counted as a win.

As long as Obi-Wan knew he was loved it was a win.

You CANNOT just leave «rarerthenrare» like that moddy! What does the puclic thing? Does them realising theres an omega and pregnent general Obi-Wan make them want the war to end? Do reporters/interviews want to talk to the temple and the council gets more protective? WHO leaked it? And how pissed off is palps haha?

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The fact that Kenobi was an omega had been hard enough from the start
with him being such a relevant figure in the war.  An omega at the
helm of a war, a tactician sharper then almost anyone with battle
skills honed like any Jedi and a tongue that dripped honey and silver
to those who cared to listen to him, which was most when an omega
entered the room.

It had been hard enough to work that into a positive light, to make
it seem like Kenobi being in the war could be a factor towards ending
it actually with a ‘life giver’ actually fighting to preserve
peace and hopefully bring those errant outer rims back into the fold
of the Senate or at least minimize the sacrifices of war.

And now the bastard was actually pregnant, was actually a proper life
giver and some faded instinct of Sidious told him to get the man as
far away from the battle line as he potentially could get. He
ruthlessly squashed that instinct.

No, he had made this war for a reason and a pregnant bitch carrying
quadruplets would not hinder him from destroying the Jedi Order, one
lone pregnant omega would not stop operation Knightfall.

Staring at the Jedi temple from his office window, the alpha stapled
his fingers together and pressed them to his lips.

Nothing would stop him, not now when he was so close.

()()()

“Hacked records.” Anakin said grimly, sitting back from the
terminal where he had been going through the software of the medical
droid that had been part of Obi-Wan’s examination. “There’s a
whole section of time frame that’s been erased from DU-89’s
software which I imagine is from when they hacked him and how they
found out not only about Obi-Wan being pregnant but carrying
multiples and got the ultrasounds.” He sighed before looking up at
Obi-Wan and Depa. “I’m sorry.”

“Its… not your fault Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his hand
over his face and then smoothing down his beard. “I knew I wouldn’t
be able to keep a lid on it indefinitely but I had hoped to at least
have another month of peace.”

A hand brushed his free one hanging by his side and Obi-Wan latched
onto it without thought, peering down at the other and flushing when
Anakin gave him a worried smile.

“I’m alright.” He muttered.

Depa gave a snort of disbelief and Anakin squeezed his hand. “How
about you agree to come have dinner with me and Padme? She said she
wanted to speak to you about the Senate’s reaction and its been a
while since she saw you. She’s serving Endor chicken bathed in
unika spice and served with garrot potatoes in blue cream.” He
tempted.

Obi-Wan hesitated but when his stomach growled, he gave a sheepish
noise and nodded, both alpha’s lightly laughing at him. “It
sounds good. I accept Anakin.” He smiled softly to the blond who
beamed back in utter glee at finally having cornered his master into
a dinner.

You CANNOT just leave «rarerthenrare» like that moddy! What does the puclic thing? Does them realising theres an omega and pregnent general Obi-Wan make them want the war to end? Do reporters/interviews want to talk to the temple and the council gets more protective? WHO leaked it? And how pissed off is palps haha?

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The fact that Kenobi was an omega had been hard enough from the start
with him being such a relevant figure in the war.  An omega at the
helm of a war, a tactician sharper then almost anyone with battle
skills honed like any Jedi and a tongue that dripped honey and silver
to those who cared to listen to him, which was most when an omega
entered the room.

It had been hard enough to work that into a positive light, to make
it seem like Kenobi being in the war could be a factor towards ending
it actually with a ‘life giver’ actually fighting to preserve
peace and hopefully bring those errant outer rims back into the fold
of the Senate or at least minimize the sacrifices of war.

And now the bastard was actually pregnant, was actually a proper life
giver and some faded instinct of Sidious told him to get the man as
far away from the battle line as he potentially could get. He
ruthlessly squashed that instinct.

No, he had made this war for a reason and a pregnant bitch carrying
quadruplets would not hinder him from destroying the Jedi Order, one
lone pregnant omega would not stop operation Knightfall.

Staring at the Jedi temple from his office window, the alpha stapled
his fingers together and pressed them to his lips.

Nothing would stop him, not now when he was so close.

()()()

“Hacked records.” Anakin said grimly, sitting back from the
terminal where he had been going through the software of the medical
droid that had been part of Obi-Wan’s examination. “There’s a
whole section of time frame that’s been erased from DU-89’s
software which I imagine is from when they hacked him and how they
found out not only about Obi-Wan being pregnant but carrying
multiples and got the ultrasounds.” He sighed before looking up at
Obi-Wan and Depa. “I’m sorry.”

“Its… not your fault Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his hand
over his face and then smoothing down his beard. “I knew I wouldn’t
be able to keep a lid on it indefinitely but I had hoped to at least
have another month of peace.”

A hand brushed his free one hanging by his side and Obi-Wan latched
onto it without thought, peering down at the other and flushing when
Anakin gave him a worried smile.

“I’m alright.” He muttered.

Depa gave a snort of disbelief and Anakin squeezed his hand. “How
about you agree to come have dinner with me and Padme? She said she
wanted to speak to you about the Senate’s reaction and its been a
while since she saw you. She’s serving Endor chicken bathed in
unika spice and served with garrot potatoes in blue cream.” He
tempted.

Obi-Wan hesitated but when his stomach growled, he gave a sheepish
noise and nodded, both alpha’s lightly laughing at him. “It
sounds good. I accept Anakin.” He smiled softly to the blond who
beamed back in utter glee at finally having cornered his master into
a dinner.

In ‘twoalphas’, might Palps decide to leave Coruscant after loosing the vote? With maybe a VERY Force strong baby and pretty omega ObiWan? After all an omega won’t give HIM any trouble, right? And everybody storms into the apartment to rescue Obi and Jinn, to find Palps dead on the floor. Storytime?!!? Please? (sharp teeth grin)

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There was so much he hadn’t expected in life.

He hadn’t expected to become a Jedi at one point, hadn’t expected
to become an omega, hadn’t expected to lose his master, hadn’t
expected the Order to become part of a war, hadn’t expected to gain
two mates nor a kit and to have his heats meet with pleasure and
care.

And he did not expect for a Sith Lord to actually try to abduct both
himself and his baby boy.

Which explains his current position on the kitchen floor with someone
other then his mates on top of him, one of the kitchen knives buried
in Palpatine’s stomach after the man had come to his home after
being voted out after his current lapses of health, the man gasping
in pain as yellow eyes stared into Obi-Wan’s own wide ones.

The knights, dead before anyone had really understood what was going
on, comms were beeping but all Obi-Wan could do was bare his teeth
and push the knife deeper into Sidious stomach. “Try to take my
baby? Try to take everything I am away from me? No…” He hissed as
Sidious gurgled on his own blood that was splattering onto Obi-Wan’s
night shirt.

Never threaten the kit of an omega in their own homes.

Obi-Wan shakily pushed the Sith off himself and then crawled towards
the knights, closing the zabrak and bothan eyes before taking one of
the comms.

“Knight Ode?” Came a worried voice.

“Dead.” Obi-Wan rasped into the comm. “Please… send a team
over and… mmmn… a healer would be appreciated. The Sith lord
attacked me.” He hissed as he touched his bleeding midsection,
hearing the stunned silence before there was loud barking on the
other side of the comm.

Obi-Wan however dropped the comm and crawled over to where Jinn was
in the living room in the play pen, touching his cheek gently with
his clean hand before breathing out in pain as he reached for his
pair bonds, feeling both Padme and Anakin’s alarm.

Feeling a tickle down his neck, Obi-Wan reached to the back of his
head and brought forth bloody fingers, rubbing the slick fluid
between his fingers before breathing out. ‘That explains the
grogginess… I got a concussion.’ He thought wryly.

As the door slid opened to reveal Padme’s pale face as his alpha
rushed in, Obi-Wan wondered if he was ever going to be let out of
sight by his mates.

Most likely not he mused as Padme’s slender hands touched him with
concern.

()()()

Hands folded together, Padme stared at them for a long moment before
taking a breath and looking up at Master Koon. “I’m sorry, its
just… of all the things I expected, it was not to see my mate
bleeding on the floor near our son when I arrived.”

Plo lifted a bandaged hand into the air to wave it lightly. “No,
please Senator Amidala, I should have known better then to invade the
apartment with agitated alphas. There is nothing to apologize for.”
The kel dor soothed.

Inwardly Padme snorted, she had kriffing broken the mans hand when
he’d gotten close to provide aid!

Of course there was something to apologize for!

But Jedi were hard to get to accept such things, ingrained as it was
in them to let it all go to make for smooth negotiations.

Instead however she sighed and nodded, looking to Anakin who was
rocking Jinn, murmuring soft comfort to their son as several Jedi and
Judaical police were there to take stock of the crime scene.

Past that again was Obi-Wan in their bedroom, being tended to by a
healer, eyes open in slit to watch mates and kit since he was cleaned
up and healed.

It was the only reason she wasn’t in there with him.

She looked back to where two covered hover stretchers contained the
knights who had died and then past that again to where Palpatine was
still laying on the floor with the knife buried in his guts.

A vindictive kind of pleasure filled her at the sight.

No one touched an omegas kit and got away with it, not even kriffing
powerful Sith lords.

In ‘twoalphas’, might Palps decide to leave Coruscant after loosing the vote? With maybe a VERY Force strong baby and pretty omega ObiWan? After all an omega won’t give HIM any trouble, right? And everybody storms into the apartment to rescue Obi and Jinn, to find Palps dead on the floor. Storytime?!!? Please? (sharp teeth grin)

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There was so much he hadn’t expected in life.

He hadn’t expected to become a Jedi at one point, hadn’t expected
to become an omega, hadn’t expected to lose his master, hadn’t
expected the Order to become part of a war, hadn’t expected to gain
two mates nor a kit and to have his heats meet with pleasure and
care.

And he did not expect for a Sith Lord to actually try to abduct both
himself and his baby boy.

Which explains his current position on the kitchen floor with someone
other then his mates on top of him, one of the kitchen knives buried
in Palpatine’s stomach after the man had come to his home after
being voted out after his current lapses of health, the man gasping
in pain as yellow eyes stared into Obi-Wan’s own wide ones.

The knights, dead before anyone had really understood what was going
on, comms were beeping but all Obi-Wan could do was bare his teeth
and push the knife deeper into Sidious stomach. “Try to take my
baby? Try to take everything I am away from me? No…” He hissed as
Sidious gurgled on his own blood that was splattering onto Obi-Wan’s
night shirt.

Never threaten the kit of an omega in their own homes.

Obi-Wan shakily pushed the Sith off himself and then crawled towards
the knights, closing the zabrak and bothan eyes before taking one of
the comms.

“Knight Ode?” Came a worried voice.

“Dead.” Obi-Wan rasped into the comm. “Please… send a team
over and… mmmn… a healer would be appreciated. The Sith lord
attacked me.” He hissed as he touched his bleeding midsection,
hearing the stunned silence before there was loud barking on the
other side of the comm.

Obi-Wan however dropped the comm and crawled over to where Jinn was
in the living room in the play pen, touching his cheek gently with
his clean hand before breathing out in pain as he reached for his
pair bonds, feeling both Padme and Anakin’s alarm.

Feeling a tickle down his neck, Obi-Wan reached to the back of his
head and brought forth bloody fingers, rubbing the slick fluid
between his fingers before breathing out. ‘That explains the
grogginess… I got a concussion.’ He thought wryly.

As the door slid opened to reveal Padme’s pale face as his alpha
rushed in, Obi-Wan wondered if he was ever going to be let out of
sight by his mates.

Most likely not he mused as Padme’s slender hands touched him with
concern.

()()()

Hands folded together, Padme stared at them for a long moment before
taking a breath and looking up at Master Koon. “I’m sorry, its
just… of all the things I expected, it was not to see my mate
bleeding on the floor near our son when I arrived.”

Plo lifted a bandaged hand into the air to wave it lightly. “No,
please Senator Amidala, I should have known better then to invade the
apartment with agitated alphas. There is nothing to apologize for.”
The kel dor soothed.

Inwardly Padme snorted, she had kriffing broken the mans hand when
he’d gotten close to provide aid!

Of course there was something to apologize for!

But Jedi were hard to get to accept such things, ingrained as it was
in them to let it all go to make for smooth negotiations.

Instead however she sighed and nodded, looking to Anakin who was
rocking Jinn, murmuring soft comfort to their son as several Jedi and
Judaical police were there to take stock of the crime scene.

Past that again was Obi-Wan in their bedroom, being tended to by a
healer, eyes open in slit to watch mates and kit since he was cleaned
up and healed.

It was the only reason she wasn’t in there with him.

She looked back to where two covered hover stretchers contained the
knights who had died and then past that again to where Palpatine was
still laying on the floor with the knife buried in his guts.

A vindictive kind of pleasure filled her at the sight.

No one touched an omegas kit and got away with it, not even kriffing
powerful Sith lords.

OOO EVIL. Freeforme, Cody is about to go under the knife? With the rest of the 212? So what is it going to be? Full recovery and happiness/angst/suicides? Partial recovery and memory loss (how much?)/physical impairment? Death?? And for how many?? So. Evil. And does ObiWan find out beforehand? or after? and who gets to spill the information to him… Care to alleviate some of this mighty angsty terror? Thank you Moddy!!

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Arms tight around Waxer, Obi-Wan stared at the man strapped to the
bed with a shaven patch of hair and a medical device placed to an
area that Obi-Wan faintly remembered Fives having back in the clone
wars.

Slowly he looked down the rows of bed to similar faces with the same
matching devices, all strapped down before he slowly looked to Padme.

The former Senator turned rebellion General stared back. “…First
guinea pig batch.” She whispered. “The less trained warriors the
Empire can use against us, the better and… the clones were good
people who deserved second chances. I didn’t want to just sign down
on their execution so this is what we’re doing, surgery to remove
the biochips in them.” She smiled slightly. “I’m… not all
certain about his lucidity and level of memory but… they all
survived the surgery. All surviving members of the 212th
are here, alive, de-chipped and had their aging process reversed so
they wont rapid grow like they did during the war.” She whispered.

Slowly Obi-Wan moved closer to the bed and then sat down on the chair
beside it, staring at Cody’s sleep slacked face. “…But he’s
no longer controlled by the chip?” He whispered.

“No… I waited to tell you to make sure he survived. He may have
some instabilities, so many years with the chip in his head
controlling him, taking his free will from him but… he’s here.
He’s here with you and Waxer and you two can be a family.” Padme
rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m not sure
how he’ll react though. That’s why they’re all strapped down…
are you going to wait here?” She questioned quietly.

“…I’ll wait as long as I need to. As long as Waxer can wait.”
Obi-Wan settled on quietly before looking up at her, eyes wet from
unshed tears. “But thank you Padme, you have no idea how much I’ve…
thank you for giving me back something I thought I could never have.”
He smiled a smile full of pain and joy at the same time as Waxer
yawned in his arms.

Envious but also joy at Obi-Wan’s more then likely conflicting
emotions of gratefulness, joy and pain, Padme squeezed his shoulder
one last time before stepping back and moving to speak with the
medics in charge as Obi-Wan settled Waxer to his shoulder and then
reached out with his free hand to hold Cody’s hand.

In the harsh light of the medbay, Obi-Wan slowly did what he had not
allowed himself back on Vader’s Fist, in dim or good light the few
times Cody had his helmet off.

There were a few wrinkles lined around Cody’s mouth and eyes, crow
feet. A few strands of gray around his ears with the same short
haired style (except for the shaven patch with the medical gear on
it) he had during the clone war. The scar covering left side from
forehead and around his eye had faded a bit more and the longer
Obi-Wan looked at it, the more it looked like it had almost had time
to heal.

Perhaps a bit on the thin side fat wise but he was well muscled still
from what Obi-Wan could tell through the blanket and medical shirt
the other was wearing and…

Breathing, alive, there and unchipped and ready to meet his son for
real.

Cody squeezed down on his hand and slowly looked along the rows of
bed of men who had served him faithfully, had become companions and
friends and had been turned into slaves.

Now they were free.

Obi-Wan took a sharp stuttering breath, tears rolling down his face
and into his beard and he swallowed heavily.

Force above, what had he done to earn this little miracle, this
blessing?

And then there was a little squeeze on his hand.

Eyes flying open from when Obi-Wan didn’t remember closing them, he
meet the lidded amber gaze of Cody who stared at him in return with a
tired expression before he repeated the squeeze. “…Riduur.” He
rasped out and Obi-Wan croaked out a little laugh, squeezing back.

“Cyare.” He returned, hiccuping quiet sobs as Waxer patted at his
wet bearded cheeks in worries and Cody stared at him from the bed.

It would be alright.

It could all finally be just a little alright.

‘Force I don’t ask for miracles or people to return from the
dead… but don’t take him from me now…’ Obi-Wan lifted the
others hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

OOO EVIL. Freeforme, Cody is about to go under the knife? With the rest of the 212? So what is it going to be? Full recovery and happiness/angst/suicides? Partial recovery and memory loss (how much?)/physical impairment? Death?? And for how many?? So. Evil. And does ObiWan find out beforehand? or after? and who gets to spill the information to him… Care to alleviate some of this mighty angsty terror? Thank you Moddy!!

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Arms tight around Waxer, Obi-Wan stared at the man strapped to the
bed with a shaven patch of hair and a medical device placed to an
area that Obi-Wan faintly remembered Fives having back in the clone
wars.

Slowly he looked down the rows of bed to similar faces with the same
matching devices, all strapped down before he slowly looked to Padme.

The former Senator turned rebellion General stared back. “…First
guinea pig batch.” She whispered. “The less trained warriors the
Empire can use against us, the better and… the clones were good
people who deserved second chances. I didn’t want to just sign down
on their execution so this is what we’re doing, surgery to remove
the biochips in them.” She smiled slightly. “I’m… not all
certain about his lucidity and level of memory but… they all
survived the surgery. All surviving members of the 212th
are here, alive, de-chipped and had their aging process reversed so
they wont rapid grow like they did during the war.” She whispered.

Slowly Obi-Wan moved closer to the bed and then sat down on the chair
beside it, staring at Cody’s sleep slacked face. “…But he’s
no longer controlled by the chip?” He whispered.

“No… I waited to tell you to make sure he survived. He may have
some instabilities, so many years with the chip in his head
controlling him, taking his free will from him but… he’s here.
He’s here with you and Waxer and you two can be a family.” Padme
rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m not sure
how he’ll react though. That’s why they’re all strapped down…
are you going to wait here?” She questioned quietly.

“…I’ll wait as long as I need to. As long as Waxer can wait.”
Obi-Wan settled on quietly before looking up at her, eyes wet from
unshed tears. “But thank you Padme, you have no idea how much I’ve…
thank you for giving me back something I thought I could never have.”
He smiled a smile full of pain and joy at the same time as Waxer
yawned in his arms.

Envious but also joy at Obi-Wan’s more then likely conflicting
emotions of gratefulness, joy and pain, Padme squeezed his shoulder
one last time before stepping back and moving to speak with the
medics in charge as Obi-Wan settled Waxer to his shoulder and then
reached out with his free hand to hold Cody’s hand.

In the harsh light of the medbay, Obi-Wan slowly did what he had not
allowed himself back on Vader’s Fist, in dim or good light the few
times Cody had his helmet off.

There were a few wrinkles lined around Cody’s mouth and eyes, crow
feet. A few strands of gray around his ears with the same short
haired style (except for the shaven patch with the medical gear on
it) he had during the clone war. The scar covering left side from
forehead and around his eye had faded a bit more and the longer
Obi-Wan looked at it, the more it looked like it had almost had time
to heal.

Perhaps a bit on the thin side fat wise but he was well muscled still
from what Obi-Wan could tell through the blanket and medical shirt
the other was wearing and…

Breathing, alive, there and unchipped and ready to meet his son for
real.

Cody squeezed down on his hand and slowly looked along the rows of
bed of men who had served him faithfully, had become companions and
friends and had been turned into slaves.

Now they were free.

Obi-Wan took a sharp stuttering breath, tears rolling down his face
and into his beard and he swallowed heavily.

Force above, what had he done to earn this little miracle, this
blessing?

And then there was a little squeeze on his hand.

Eyes flying open from when Obi-Wan didn’t remember closing them, he
meet the lidded amber gaze of Cody who stared at him in return with a
tired expression before he repeated the squeeze. “…Riduur.” He
rasped out and Obi-Wan croaked out a little laugh, squeezing back.

“Cyare.” He returned, hiccuping quiet sobs as Waxer patted at his
wet bearded cheeks in worries and Cody stared at him from the bed.

It would be alright.

It could all finally be just a little alright.

‘Force I don’t ask for miracles or people to return from the
dead… but don’t take him from me now…’ Obi-Wan lifted the
others hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

Hi I am honestly dying for more CodyWan baby. Padme implied that there was a plan in the works regarding Cody? Did meeting his kids affect Vader in any positive way? Will Cody, Waxer, and Obi-Wan ever get to be a family unit?

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Grinning happily as the three babies bubbled at each other, Obi-Wan
slowly floated a lit up ball between the three as they tried to reach
for it as the round sphere changed between colors slowly and steadily
as they watched.

Waxer was a bit slower then the other two since he was younger by
nine months but he was still trying and that was delighting Obi-Wan
to see the amber eyed baby reach and giggle and tug at the ball with
his own Force abilities.

This young, desires had a lot to do with what they could manage,
desires and emotions controlling their Force ability more then actual
will on its own.

And wanting the ball were making them reach out to try and grab the
colorful ball sparkling at them, desire to have it in their hands to
play with or chew on as Waxer’s mind seemed to indicate.

Hmm, perhaps his little boy was feeling itchy in his teeth?

It was a possibility for sure and if so then Obi-Wan should ask the
medics for some gum rub for his little one if they could spare it.

“Come on now, try to roll it all the way.” He cooed, chuckling
when Leia firmly tugged at it and it floated closer to her before
Luke gave an almost insulted squeak and tugged it towards himself
while ‘scolding’ his sister for taking it away and Waxer giggled
at his two godsiblings and clapped his chubby little hands together.

These little play dates Padme had suggested were doing wonder for all
three of them, socializing Waxer with other babies and giving the
twins a new play mate to be with.

And he had a lot of time so he didn’t mind basically being their
primary caregiver while Padme was doing her work as General Amidala
for the Alliance.

Honestly he preferred it this way, feeling safe in the base with the
babies as he just played with them, changed them, feed them and
cuddled. It was a soothing balm to his cracked soul and broken heart.

Though he would admit that he was a tiny bit curious what Padme was
up to.

()()()

Staring at the unnaturally aged clone strapped to the gurney of the
guarded medical bay, Padme eventually turned to the twi’lek medic.
“Well?” She questioned softly.

“Well, we can operate the chip out. I can’t assure how he’ll
react after but we can remove it but there is risk to the surgery.” He murmured quietly before
gesturing to the Vahla beside him. “And Doctor Qu-urika can reverse
the aging process to allow him a more natural aging span, him and any
clones we should manage to come into contact with and free should they survive the removal.”

Doctor Qu-Urika smiled at her and Padme nodded in understanding at
the tall woman.

“Good… Obi-Wan will feel better once he has Cody back at his
side, I know that but if things are to go wrong… I’d rather he
not know Cody is here at all.” She sighed.

“We understand General Amidala, Master Kenobi will not learn of his
husbands presence from us.” The medic’s assured.

Padme didn’t correct them, for all intent and purpose, Cody was
Obi-Wan’s husband now that no Jedi order existed.

She looked back at the clone commander they had knocked out with a
gas grenade before glancing down the row of fellow clones. She
wondered if they were all from the 212th that Obi-Wan had
once lead or not…

It had been a well executed trap though she hadn’t thought they’d
manage to get the 212th first but… well it had been a
lucky hit.

They’d still continue taking the clones away from the Empire
though.

One purely selfish motivation of the Alliance was less skilled
combative for the Empire to use against them but on the other hand
these were people who deserved their own lives after what the
Republic and then the Empire had put them through.

And Padme needed Obi-Wan to smile again, if only to see her friend
happy for his godchildren and his own babe.