“General, please let me in.” Cody knocked on the door again,
frowning at it before glancing at Waxer. “Are you sure you smelled
what you think you smelled?” He wouldn’t go invading the others
privacy if Waxer wasn’t certain.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Waxer nodded firmly. “Yes. If I
wasn’t already mated to Boil, I would have jumped him, I’m sure
of it.” Then he nodded at the door. “He’s in pre-heat as
certain as I put my teeth in Boil’s gland five weeks ago.” He
said, tone confidant and stance agitated.

It was one thing to have all their General’s break out as omegas,
all of them floundering and uncertain, some dead on battlefields that
sent clones into a roaring rage.

It was another thing to have a distressed, frightened omega general
lose on a ship full of alpha clones with only a few of them mated.

Cody looked to Helix, the medic holding up a hyposhot. “I can
override the door control as a medic but if I do that Commander,
you’re taking this first.” He said firmly. At Cody’s raised
eyebrow, Helix rolled his eyes. “Its contraceptive, to ensure no
happy little accidents happens that our General doesn’t want
because if he’s breaking into a heat, its going to be bad and we
don’t have any knot toys to help him nor do we have any way of shipping
in what he needs and the time frame make it to far for any on board
suppressors to function on him now. He’s going to need an alpha and
that alpha needs to be unfertile because he’s sure as kriff not
right now.” He waved the hypospray at Cody. “So?”

Like kriff Cody was letting anyone else go in there, he offered Helix
his neck, grunting when the shot was set and rubbing his neck before
handing Waxer his helmet. “You’re in charge of the bridge Waxer,
contact Rod and Killer, they got hanger duty, don’t let them skimp
it. Blackout and Jester are still patrolling with the fighters.
Jorir, Goji and Engle are still planet side scavenging for supplies
and hunting, remember to pick them up.”

As he gave his orders he continued pulling his armor off, handing the
pieces either to Waxer or Helix to be put in his footlocker for the
duration, pulling off his gloves and boots last.

Then he took a deep breath and nodded to Helix.

The first blast of air was filled with the scent of pre-heat and then
distress, full on, keening omega distress.

Letting out a low noise, Cody stepped in and turned on the light as
the door snapped shut behind him.

Distressed and frightened of the new, Obi-Wan sat on top of his messy
bunk of an attempted nest with the covers all around and his legs
tucked under him, tense limbed and wide eyed as he stared at Cody.

“Its alright General…” Cody was suddenly very grateful for
Helix giving him the shot because faced with that distress…

He slowly approached the bed and reached out as steadily as he could,
stroking his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair before running his hand
down the others temple and cheek, the omega giving a little keening
whimper before presenting his throat by instinct more then actual
knowledge.

“Its alright omega…” Cody slowly settled a knee on the bed and
ran his hand as lightly as he could over the swollen gland in the
others neck where he knew the scent would be among its tickets before
catching the Jedi’s shoulder and pressing him back on the bed
slowly.

A frightened little whimper escaped the Jedi and all the sweetness in
the world couldn’t make that an arousing noise for Cody as he cooed
back in return and nuzzled at the others ear and hair.

He’d be lying if he said he never imagined his General like this,
especially after the other presented a secondary gender.

Sweet smelling, classically presenting, slick and warm.

But not in this situation where it was necessity more then want, not
frightened as he was now.

And the alpha in him was telling him to fix it, to make the omega
happy, make him safe, told him he’d kill and defend for this omega.

Pressing soft kisses to the swollen gland, Cody continued rumbling,
almost growling, while rubbing Obi-Wan’s sides until the other
started to grow lax, pliant and welcoming while reaching up for the
other, pulling him in closer. “A-Alpha…” Came the quiet plea.

Growling in pleasure (and frankly relief), Cody reached up and cupped
the back of Obi-Wan’s head, broad hand and fingers spreading over
the base of the others skull and Obi-Wan gave a little gasp, head
flopping into the touch as if that was the last puzzle piece to
relax.

“Sweet omega.” Cody whispered.

“General, please let me in.” Cody knocked on the door again,
frowning at it before glancing at Waxer. “Are you sure you smelled
what you think you smelled?” He wouldn’t go invading the others
privacy if Waxer wasn’t certain.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Waxer nodded firmly. “Yes. If I
wasn’t already mated to Boil, I would have jumped him, I’m sure
of it.” Then he nodded at the door. “He’s in pre-heat as
certain as I put my teeth in Boil’s gland five weeks ago.” He
said, tone confidant and stance agitated.

It was one thing to have all their General’s break out as omegas,
all of them floundering and uncertain, some dead on battlefields that
sent clones into a roaring rage.

It was another thing to have a distressed, frightened omega general
lose on a ship full of alpha clones with only a few of them mated.

Cody looked to Helix, the medic holding up a hyposhot. “I can
override the door control as a medic but if I do that Commander,
you’re taking this first.” He said firmly. At Cody’s raised
eyebrow, Helix rolled his eyes. “Its contraceptive, to ensure no
happy little accidents happens that our General doesn’t want
because if he’s breaking into a heat, its going to be bad and we
don’t have any knot toys to help him nor do we have any way of shipping
in what he needs and the time frame make it to far for any on board
suppressors to function on him now. He’s going to need an alpha and
that alpha needs to be unfertile because he’s sure as kriff not
right now.” He waved the hypospray at Cody. “So?”

Like kriff Cody was letting anyone else go in there, he offered Helix
his neck, grunting when the shot was set and rubbing his neck before
handing Waxer his helmet. “You’re in charge of the bridge Waxer,
contact Rod and Killer, they got hanger duty, don’t let them skimp
it. Blackout and Jester are still patrolling with the fighters.
Jorir, Goji and Engle are still planet side scavenging for supplies
and hunting, remember to pick them up.”

As he gave his orders he continued pulling his armor off, handing the
pieces either to Waxer or Helix to be put in his footlocker for the
duration, pulling off his gloves and boots last.

Then he took a deep breath and nodded to Helix.

The first blast of air was filled with the scent of pre-heat and then
distress, full on, keening omega distress.

Letting out a low noise, Cody stepped in and turned on the light as
the door snapped shut behind him.

Distressed and frightened of the new, Obi-Wan sat on top of his messy
bunk of an attempted nest with the covers all around and his legs
tucked under him, tense limbed and wide eyed as he stared at Cody.

“Its alright General…” Cody was suddenly very grateful for
Helix giving him the shot because faced with that distress…

He slowly approached the bed and reached out as steadily as he could,
stroking his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair before running his hand
down the others temple and cheek, the omega giving a little keening
whimper before presenting his throat by instinct more then actual
knowledge.

“Its alright omega…” Cody slowly settled a knee on the bed and
ran his hand as lightly as he could over the swollen gland in the
others neck where he knew the scent would be among its tickets before
catching the Jedi’s shoulder and pressing him back on the bed
slowly.

A frightened little whimper escaped the Jedi and all the sweetness in
the world couldn’t make that an arousing noise for Cody as he cooed
back in return and nuzzled at the others ear and hair.

He’d be lying if he said he never imagined his General like this,
especially after the other presented a secondary gender.

Sweet smelling, classically presenting, slick and warm.

But not in this situation where it was necessity more then want, not
frightened as he was now.

And the alpha in him was telling him to fix it, to make the omega
happy, make him safe, told him he’d kill and defend for this omega.

Pressing soft kisses to the swollen gland, Cody continued rumbling,
almost growling, while rubbing Obi-Wan’s sides until the other
started to grow lax, pliant and welcoming while reaching up for the
other, pulling him in closer. “A-Alpha…” Came the quiet plea.

Growling in pleasure (and frankly relief), Cody reached up and cupped
the back of Obi-Wan’s head, broad hand and fingers spreading over
the base of the others skull and Obi-Wan gave a little gasp, head
flopping into the touch as if that was the last puzzle piece to
relax.

“Sweet omega.” Cody whispered.