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In hoarderseer what did obi wan give jango and boba, if jango is still alive. Did jango tisk Jedi?

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Settling
the stick of incense in the bowl of sand in the window sill, Obi-Wan
shot the two troopers a small smile. “I have to admit, I’m
grateful you two aren’t hovering.” He murmured as he returned to
the couch, bringing with him the musky scent of the incense.

Helix
snorted. “You’re delicate, not utterly disabled.” He said
dryly.

“General
Jinn and Skywalker have been worried about you, haven’t they?”
Cody instead asked, stroking the others red hair out of his eyes to
tuck it behind his ear, fingers lingering on Obi-Wan’s warm skin.

Wrinkling
his nose while leaning into Cody’s side, Obi-Wan nodded with a
sigh. “Its the amount of kids,” He confessed, settling his hand
on his stomach. “That’s what has them so on edge and I understand
it, but I just…” Obi-Wan grunted.

“Its
getting you frustrated.” Helix summarized, frowning a bit as
Obi-Wan nodded.
He would have to speak with both Jedi before he left with the
commander, stress from others was the last thing Obi-Wan needed and
that included stress from being fussed over too if it was making him
agitated.

The
medic watched closely as Cody rubbed the Jedi’s lower back, Obi-Wan
visibly relaxing into him and that was good because Helix hadn’t
liked the blood pressure result he had gotten when Obi-Wan allowed
him to do a few tests.

Shaking
his head, Helix glanced towards the fancy black bowl with little
mournful looking golden wolves howling around the bottom of it with
the simple incense stick stuck in the white sand inside. “Its a
pretty bowl General.” He noted, wanting to change the subject even
as he promised himself to speak with Skywalker and Jinn.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan settled his head on Cody’s shoulder. “It’s a
mourner bowl from Stewjon, I take it out for special occasions,” He
smiled slightly at Helix, a smile tinged with sadness. “Thank you
though, I bought it the single time I visited my home planet.”

Both
troopers exchanged surprised looks before Cody continued teasing his
fingers through his lover’s hair. “Mourner bowl? What…” He
hesitated, unsure how to ask why
Obi-Wan had it out without being too intrusive.

“It
is the anniversary for the first Geonosis attack,” Obi-Wan answered
easily, sighing. “The first battle that kick started this whole war
and so many died that day that I just…” He breathed out heavily,
staring at Cody’s thigh before slowly petting it.

Helix
made a noise of realization and recognition. “Ah, of course,” He
grunted. Honestly the fact that he had forgotten was a wonder.

Maybe
in the stress of learning of the four babies the date had slipped
Helix mind?

After
all, all troopers knew the date their template had died, Jango
decapitated on Geonosis.

‘Least
Boba got taken care of.’ Helix mused to himself as Cody gently
coaxed Obi-Wan to lay down and put his head in the commander’s lap.
Last Helix heard, Boba was currently going to school on Concord, some
kind of security detailed academy from what Alpha shared.

Glancing
towards the mourner bowl, Helix looked
back at his General hopefully
as the gentle musk scented smoke wafted in towards them.
“Sir… would it be possible for me t-”

The
Jedi cut in, a gentle smile on his face as he glanced at the medic
without lifting his head from the lap it was resting it. “If you
wish to put an incense stick to mourn and remember Helix, you are
more than welcome to do so.” He murmured in a tender tone.

Heart
swelling, Helix stood and moved towards the bowl.

He
had no relationship to Jango, to Boba.

But
without Jango, Helix would not exist and for that he was grateful
despite the systematic slavery
the clone army really was.

Yet
he was alive, he existed and he would be free some day to make his
life as he wished with his brothers.

‘All
my brothers.’ Helix noted mentally as he lit the incense, glancing
back at Obi-Wan and Cody because Rex was right, the two were
basically married and that made Obi-Wan a brother in law. Watching
Cody place his free hand over the tunic covered stomach while his
other continued slowly stroking the red hair of the Jedi, Helix knew
that a storm was coming as the council was at that moment informing
the Senate that General Kenobi was not returning to the battlefield
for months to be.

But
they would be ready for it.

For
themselves and for their new brother and the potential nephews and
nieces they would be uncles and aunts to when they arrived.

Yes,
Helix knew they would be ready for the storm as they were only in the
eye of it now.

The
eye of calm.

So has Obi-Wan and Anakin gotten married in Cat Cuddles?

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There
is one sentence that terrifies every person who has impregnated
someone and is staying with said person.

One
sentence that sends the fear through their system like nothing else.

“Am
I fat?”

Anakin
had truly wished that Obi-Wan would never ask that but his mate is a
proud and slightly vain feline and the question has Anakin freezing
in his seat as he stares at the pad of the new law proposal he’s
suppose to review for tomorrows Senate meeting.

Only
he is not seeing said proposal anymore.

Oh
no, he is not seeing that proposal at all because Obi-Wan has just
asked the most feared question Anakin had ever had aimed at him and
cautiously the blond peeked over the pad at his fiance as the
felinode rubs his curving belly with a pout on his face, tail
twitching.

They
had decided to put the actual ceremony off until the kittens were
born, Obi-Wan swelling in clothes size as each week passed and they
knew there was no way they would be able to get married before
Obi-Wan was a full five or six month into his pregnancy.

With
that knowledge they had scheduled their marriage sometime next year
which would give them ample time to plan the actual event, send out
invitations, get the catering set and so on and forth.

But
maybe Anakin won’t survive until the wedding because oh dear sweet
Force, Obi-Wan has asked the most fearsome question in the universe.

And
apparently Anakin was taking too long to answer, sinking in his no
longer comfortable recliner as he was, if Obi-Wan’s growing frown
was any indication as he stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed in a
half buttoned up shirt of Anakin’s that was… oh dear that really
did not fit him anymore.

Swallowing,
Anakin stood and dropped his pad on the small
table beside his recliner, standing to approach his lover with a
small smile. “No, no I don’t think you’re fat Obi-Wan.” He
said assuringly in a light tone as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of
his face.

Obi-Wan’s
face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as he stared at Anakin.

Yikes!
Wrong thing to say! Abort! Abort!

Taking
a quick, sharp breath, Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s stomach, touching
the warm skin with stretchmarks as he launched into a babble. “Okay,
look, you are bigger than
normally but
mate, Obi, sweetheart, you have babies
growing inside of you,” Feeling a sudden calm, Anakin dropped to
his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the taunt skin, knowing it was
going to get even taunter, with a loving smile on
his face.
“You have our children growing inside of you, of course things
aren’t going to fit you anymore my love.” He whispered, stroking
the skin and pushing the red shirt out of the way to nuzzle the skin
with his cheek before peering up at Obi-Wan.

Huffing,
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his face, his ears twitching as the top
of his cheeks over his beard was turning red. “But I can’t fit
into your shi-”

“We’ll
get you new ones,” Anakin assured, smiling up at him. “Pregnancy
clothes are a thing my love and once the babies are out, if you’re
a little bigger than before, that’s fine,” He kissed Obi-Wan’s
navel. “It just mean’s there’s more of you to love.” Anakin
beamed.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before softening, his tail settling around Anakin’s
shoulders. “You’re awful and I hate you.” He murmured without
any heat in his voice, stroking Anakin’s hair out of his face.

Humming
softly, Anakin pressed another kiss to the warm skin, smiling as he
thought of the three babies inside of his lover. “Oh I know, but
you love me anyway.” He said lightly as the sunstone of Obi-Wan’s
earring caught the light.

“Well,
you have a point there. I do rather love you.” Obi-Wan agreed
softly, purring quietly when Anakin rubbed at the swollen stomach
with a careful hands.

So has Obi-Wan and Anakin gotten married in Cat Cuddles?

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There
is one sentence that terrifies every person who has impregnated
someone and is staying with said person.

One
sentence that sends the fear through their system like nothing else.

“Am
I fat?”

Anakin
had truly wished that Obi-Wan would never ask that but his mate is a
proud and slightly vain feline and the question has Anakin freezing
in his seat as he stares at the pad of the new law proposal he’s
suppose to review for tomorrows Senate meeting.

Only
he is not seeing said proposal anymore.

Oh
no, he is not seeing that proposal at all because Obi-Wan has just
asked the most feared question Anakin had ever had aimed at him and
cautiously the blond peeked over the pad at his fiance as the
felinode rubs his curving belly with a pout on his face, tail
twitching.

They
had decided to put the actual ceremony off until the kittens were
born, Obi-Wan swelling in clothes size as each week passed and they
knew there was no way they would be able to get married before
Obi-Wan was a full five or six month into his pregnancy.

With
that knowledge they had scheduled their marriage sometime next year
which would give them ample time to plan the actual event, send out
invitations, get the catering set and so on and forth.

But
maybe Anakin won’t survive until the wedding because oh dear sweet
Force, Obi-Wan has asked the most fearsome question in the universe.

And
apparently Anakin was taking too long to answer, sinking in his no
longer comfortable recliner as he was, if Obi-Wan’s growing frown
was any indication as he stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed in a
half buttoned up shirt of Anakin’s that was… oh dear that really
did not fit him anymore.

Swallowing,
Anakin stood and dropped his pad on the small
table beside his recliner, standing to approach his lover with a
small smile. “No, no I don’t think you’re fat Obi-Wan.” He
said assuringly in a light tone as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of
his face.

Obi-Wan’s
face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as he stared at Anakin.

Yikes!
Wrong thing to say! Abort! Abort!

Taking
a quick, sharp breath, Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s stomach, touching
the warm skin with stretchmarks as he launched into a babble. “Okay,
look, you are bigger than
normally but
mate, Obi, sweetheart, you have babies
growing inside of you,” Feeling a sudden calm, Anakin dropped to
his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the taunt skin, knowing it was
going to get even taunter, with a loving smile on
his face.
“You have our children growing inside of you, of course things
aren’t going to fit you anymore my love.” He whispered, stroking
the skin and pushing the red shirt out of the way to nuzzle the skin
with his cheek before peering up at Obi-Wan.

Huffing,
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his face, his ears twitching as the top
of his cheeks over his beard was turning red. “But I can’t fit
into your shi-”

“We’ll
get you new ones,” Anakin assured, smiling up at him. “Pregnancy
clothes are a thing my love and once the babies are out, if you’re
a little bigger than before, that’s fine,” He kissed Obi-Wan’s
navel. “It just mean’s there’s more of you to love.” Anakin
beamed.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before softening, his tail settling around Anakin’s
shoulders. “You’re awful and I hate you.” He murmured without
any heat in his voice, stroking Anakin’s hair out of his face.

Humming
softly, Anakin pressed another kiss to the warm skin, smiling as he
thought of the three babies inside of his lover. “Oh I know, but
you love me anyway.” He said lightly as the sunstone of Obi-Wan’s
earring caught the light.

“Well,
you have a point there. I do rather love you.” Obi-Wan agreed
softly, purring quietly when Anakin rubbed at the swollen stomach
with a careful hands.

Please for fug nuggets sake tell me Obi is not going to die in Burning Bird DX

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The
Hall’s are in chaos.

Qui-Gon
has to dodge a literal trolley that goes flying out the doors to
crash into the wall but its not just Obi-Wan’s fault because Yan
was correct in saying the whole temple felt the backlash of darkness.

There
are more than one Jedi in panic, several crying younglings, long term
patients awake after years of coma, experienced Jedi having panic
attacks.

Its
a fucking mess and Qui-Gon wants to slow down and assure a few of the
crying younglings clinging to their crechemasters but before he can
even do more than glance at them he hears something else.

Panicked
trilling as a wave of fear filled Force wave passes through him.

Anakin.

Exchanging
glances with Yan as the man also hears the starbird, the two leg it
down the hall where the trilling is getting louder, sharp enough to
be piercing and Qui-Gon curses as he sees Mace outright holding
Anakin off the floor, the korun cursing at the tatooine native as
Anakin flails in the man’s grasp, fire flickering Anakin’s skin
even as a pained scream comes from inside the room Anakin is trying
to reach.

The
blond’s eyes are wild, the pupils narrow point in a sea of blue as
Qui-Gon finally reaches them and slaps both large hands onto Anakin’s
cheeks to get the man’s attention away from the door.

Fire
flickers at Qui-Gon’s skin and it hurts
but Qui-Gon doesn’t betray that even as Yan slips inside the labor
room where Obi-Wan is as Qui-Gon all but drags Anakin’s attention
to him. “Do you want to kill
Obi-Wan?!” He hissed at the blond.

Anakin,
a semblance of some sanity in his eyes, chirped weakly at him but
wasn’t struggling as hard anymore despite jerking in Mace grasp
still.

“You’re
going to if you continue this!” Qui-Gon snapped, still holding his
hands to Anakin’s burning hot skin as he meet those blue eyes. “He
needs you to be strong
for him and calm,
not screaming out here in the hallway.” He growled at Anakin.

“B-But
its early, its too early.” Anakin gasped out, forming words to
Qui-Gon and Mace relief as the councilor settled the blond on his
feet.

Shaking
Anakin with the grasp he had on his face, Qui-Gon nodded. “Its
early but things will be alright, we’re in the Jedi Hall’s of
healing, we have equipment but Obi-Wan has been stressed for weeks
since his abduction and that blast wave when Palpatine died only
hours ago would not
have helped,” He said sternly. “Anakin he needs you to be strong
for him because right now all his strength is going into labor, he’s
been so stressed and he needs you to be strong too now.”

Anakin
reached up with shaking hands, covering Qui-Gon’s large one with
his nails digging into the flesh. “…He’s dead?” Anakin
whispered shakily, eyes flickering to the door when Obi-Wan cried out
with pain only to return to Qui-Gon. “He… he can’t touch
Obi-Wan again?” He got out shakily.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon let his lips quirk into a grim smile. “Never again. But
right now there are babies on the way and your mate needs you
Anakin.” He whispered sternly before outright letting go and
pushing Anakin to the room.

Pausing
for just a moment, Anakin ran shaking hands through his curls before
nodding and stepping into the room.

Only
then did Qui-Gon let his legs collapse from under him as Mace cursed
but didn’t manage to catch him in time. “Kark I really thought he
was going to blow up.” The councilor cursed as he took Qui-Gon’s
hands to coat them in bacta as the healers are too busy with
everything else for the blistering skin of the old Jedi master.

Qui-Gon
wouldn’t have disturbed them for this regardless, even less in this
situation.

“You
and me both,” Qui-Gon breathed out. “And we’re not out of the
woods yet, not really. If Obi-Wan doesn’t make it through this…”
They exchanged grim looks before
Qui-Gon took the tube from Mace to help the other with the burns on
his own hands and face, Anakin’s internal fire having done quite a
bit of damage
to
not only the scorched Jedi uniform but also the dark skin of the
other man.

They
were in a precarious situation, that
was clear.

If
Obi-Wan did not survive the early birth or if either of his twins
were damaged by Palpatine, there would be hell to pay because Anakin
Skywalker had waited so long for his mate and for the chance for
family.

And
if he lost all of that…

Qui-Gon
only hoped for everyone’s sake that he listened to the kinder
voices in his head because Anakin Skywalker could devastate the
galaxy if he truly wished to.

Please for fug nuggets sake tell me Obi is not going to die in Burning Bird DX

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The
Hall’s are in chaos.

Qui-Gon
has to dodge a literal trolley that goes flying out the doors to
crash into the wall but its not just Obi-Wan’s fault because Yan
was correct in saying the whole temple felt the backlash of darkness.

There
are more than one Jedi in panic, several crying younglings, long term
patients awake after years of coma, experienced Jedi having panic
attacks.

Its
a fucking mess and Qui-Gon wants to slow down and assure a few of the
crying younglings clinging to their crechemasters but before he can
even do more than glance at them he hears something else.

Panicked
trilling as a wave of fear filled Force wave passes through him.

Anakin.

Exchanging
glances with Yan as the man also hears the starbird, the two leg it
down the hall where the trilling is getting louder, sharp enough to
be piercing and Qui-Gon curses as he sees Mace outright holding
Anakin off the floor, the korun cursing at the tatooine native as
Anakin flails in the man’s grasp, fire flickering Anakin’s skin
even as a pained scream comes from inside the room Anakin is trying
to reach.

The
blond’s eyes are wild, the pupils narrow point in a sea of blue as
Qui-Gon finally reaches them and slaps both large hands onto Anakin’s
cheeks to get the man’s attention away from the door.

Fire
flickers at Qui-Gon’s skin and it hurts
but Qui-Gon doesn’t betray that even as Yan slips inside the labor
room where Obi-Wan is as Qui-Gon all but drags Anakin’s attention
to him. “Do you want to kill
Obi-Wan?!” He hissed at the blond.

Anakin,
a semblance of some sanity in his eyes, chirped weakly at him but
wasn’t struggling as hard anymore despite jerking in Mace grasp
still.

“You’re
going to if you continue this!” Qui-Gon snapped, still holding his
hands to Anakin’s burning hot skin as he meet those blue eyes. “He
needs you to be strong
for him and calm,
not screaming out here in the hallway.” He growled at Anakin.

“B-But
its early, its too early.” Anakin gasped out, forming words to
Qui-Gon and Mace relief as the councilor settled the blond on his
feet.

Shaking
Anakin with the grasp he had on his face, Qui-Gon nodded. “Its
early but things will be alright, we’re in the Jedi Hall’s of
healing, we have equipment but Obi-Wan has been stressed for weeks
since his abduction and that blast wave when Palpatine died only
hours ago would not
have helped,” He said sternly. “Anakin he needs you to be strong
for him because right now all his strength is going into labor, he’s
been so stressed and he needs you to be strong too now.”

Anakin
reached up with shaking hands, covering Qui-Gon’s large one with
his nails digging into the flesh. “…He’s dead?” Anakin
whispered shakily, eyes flickering to the door when Obi-Wan cried out
with pain only to return to Qui-Gon. “He… he can’t touch
Obi-Wan again?” He got out shakily.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon let his lips quirk into a grim smile. “Never again. But
right now there are babies on the way and your mate needs you
Anakin.” He whispered sternly before outright letting go and
pushing Anakin to the room.

Pausing
for just a moment, Anakin ran shaking hands through his curls before
nodding and stepping into the room.

Only
then did Qui-Gon let his legs collapse from under him as Mace cursed
but didn’t manage to catch him in time. “Kark I really thought he
was going to blow up.” The councilor cursed as he took Qui-Gon’s
hands to coat them in bacta as the healers are too busy with
everything else for the blistering skin of the old Jedi master.

Qui-Gon
wouldn’t have disturbed them for this regardless, even less in this
situation.

“You
and me both,” Qui-Gon breathed out. “And we’re not out of the
woods yet, not really. If Obi-Wan doesn’t make it through this…”
They exchanged grim looks before
Qui-Gon took the tube from Mace to help the other with the burns on
his own hands and face, Anakin’s internal fire having done quite a
bit of damage
to
not only the scorched Jedi uniform but also the dark skin of the
other man.

They
were in a precarious situation, that
was clear.

If
Obi-Wan did not survive the early birth or if either of his twins
were damaged by Palpatine, there would be hell to pay because Anakin
Skywalker had waited so long for his mate and for the chance for
family.

And
if he lost all of that…

Qui-Gon
only hoped for everyone’s sake that he listened to the kinder
voices in his head because Anakin Skywalker could devastate the
galaxy if he truly wished to.

Whelp, its getting to Cody. That poor man, four children XD I wonder how the Senate is going to react however.

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The
news had taken the barracks with storm.

Commander
Cody had knocked up his own General and was expecting quadruplets, as
in four
babies all at once, and so far the General was in good health but who
knew how long that would stay because if there was one thing the
entire GAR knew, it was that Skywalker, Tano and Kenobi in particular
attracted trouble.

And
then came the worrying implication as Boil of all people spoke up,
curled into Waxer’s side as the bald shaved trooper continued
knitting little booties. “How the kark is the Senate going to react
to this?” He asked loudly, cutting through the muttering of
everyone else.

Cody
paused mid sip as Helix had finally convinced him to drink some juice
to make up for the rotgut and stared at the mustached trooper, his
stomach sinking.

How
was the Senate going to react?

There
was already strain going on thanks to Boil, mutterings if one
listened close enough.

But
General Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the main General’s of the war and
one
of the two leaders of the Open circle armada?

His
stomach stopped sinking only to fill with ice. “They’re gonna
demand he abort them.” He got out shakily, eyes wide as he slammed
the juice bottle down on the table. Cody could already see it for his
inner eye, the Jedi council called to meeting with Senate
representative, the Chancellor among them, the poorly disguised
disgust aimed at their Jedi and speeches about ‘duty’ that
Obi-Wan had.

It
would work.

It
would destroy Obi-Wan, but for duty?

In
the name of duty, Obi-Wan would tear himself apart.

There
was a reason Cody did everything he could to limit Obi-Wan’s
interaction with most of the natural born officers because the moment
the word ‘duty’ passed their lips, Obi-Wan would cower under
their demands and go silent only to follow moments after and do his
‘duty’ as they saw it.

The
duty of a Jedi and the duty of a General.

Duty
to the people of the Galaxy.

Duty
to his men.

But
never duty to himself.

Hands
grabbed Cody’s upper arms and shook him, the commander looking up
numbly with wide eyes as he stared at Rex as the other glared sternly
at him. “We won’t let them. Cody, come on, we won’t let them do
that. I don’t care if we all have to turn deserters,” He hissed
out to the shock of several. “But we know how many consider us
flesh bots. But they can’t call on Kenobi to do anything because if
they do…” Rex trailed off.

Cody
looked pleadingly at the blond, desperate for solutions, for comfort.

“If
they do,” Wolffe spoke up darkly from his corner, prompting
everyone to look his way. “Then we just have to let Coruscant know.
How long do you think the Senator’s manage when all popularity is
lost to them? They’re already loosing quite a bit by keeping their
opinions on us as ‘flesh’ droids since Boil got knocked up by
Waxer. Can you imagine how the people would react if it got out the
Senator’s demanded that General Kenobi, the Negtiator himself, was
threatened pretty much to take an abortion?” He looked at them
darkly. “There would be mass riot, the Jedi try not to be front
figures but Kenobi and Skywalker? People know their names and they
know them well.”
He smirked in dark satisfaction.

Shakily
rubbing his face, Cody swallowed. “…So we basically keep
recording equipment on us at all times?” He huffed out as he felt
Rex slowly let go of him.

“And
we start tracking the Jedi at all times,” Wolffe shrugged, leaning
back on the couch to settle his feet on the caff table. “General
Plo won’t mind, he’d be more than happy to feed us information
because I bet he agrees.” He smirked.

“Beside,”
Rex piped up, smiling down at Cody when the other looked up.
“Kenobi’s one of ours. I mean he’s always been one of our Jedi
but… now he’s kind of an vod now right?” At Cody’s raised,
surprised brows, Rex shrugged. “He’s basically married to you
right now, so he’s what people call brother in law. Makes sense to
me.” The blond smirked.

Snorting
a bit as he lifted his bottle of juice, grateful no one pointed out
how much it was shaking, Cody shrugged a bit. “I guess so, I’ll
bring it up with Obi-Wan when I head to the temple tomorrow.” He
noted before grunting as Helix instantly demanded to tag along and
check on the General’s health.

Well,
Obi-Wan didn’t say not to bring anyone with him…

Be
nice to be certain to Obi-Wan’s health as long as Cody didn’t
bring to many vode.

‘Its
a good thing we got a lot of family cyare, because I think we’re
gonna be in trouble.’ Cody noted in the privacy of his own mind,
glancing at the window where both the Rotunda and the Jedi temple
loomed in the background.

Whelp, its getting to Cody. That poor man, four children XD I wonder how the Senate is going to react however.

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The
news had taken the barracks with storm.

Commander
Cody had knocked up his own General and was expecting quadruplets, as
in four
babies all at once, and so far the General was in good health but who
knew how long that would stay because if there was one thing the
entire GAR knew, it was that Skywalker, Tano and Kenobi in particular
attracted trouble.

And
then came the worrying implication as Boil of all people spoke up,
curled into Waxer’s side as the bald shaved trooper continued
knitting little booties. “How the kark is the Senate going to react
to this?” He asked loudly, cutting through the muttering of
everyone else.

Cody
paused mid sip as Helix had finally convinced him to drink some juice
to make up for the rotgut and stared at the mustached trooper, his
stomach sinking.

How
was the Senate going to react?

There
was already strain going on thanks to Boil, mutterings if one
listened close enough.

But
General Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the main General’s of the war and
one
of the two leaders of the Open circle armada?

His
stomach stopped sinking only to fill with ice. “They’re gonna
demand he abort them.” He got out shakily, eyes wide as he slammed
the juice bottle down on the table. Cody could already see it for his
inner eye, the Jedi council called to meeting with Senate
representative, the Chancellor among them, the poorly disguised
disgust aimed at their Jedi and speeches about ‘duty’ that
Obi-Wan had.

It
would work.

It
would destroy Obi-Wan, but for duty?

In
the name of duty, Obi-Wan would tear himself apart.

There
was a reason Cody did everything he could to limit Obi-Wan’s
interaction with most of the natural born officers because the moment
the word ‘duty’ passed their lips, Obi-Wan would cower under
their demands and go silent only to follow moments after and do his
‘duty’ as they saw it.

The
duty of a Jedi and the duty of a General.

Duty
to the people of the Galaxy.

Duty
to his men.

But
never duty to himself.

Hands
grabbed Cody’s upper arms and shook him, the commander looking up
numbly with wide eyes as he stared at Rex as the other glared sternly
at him. “We won’t let them. Cody, come on, we won’t let them do
that. I don’t care if we all have to turn deserters,” He hissed
out to the shock of several. “But we know how many consider us
flesh bots. But they can’t call on Kenobi to do anything because if
they do…” Rex trailed off.

Cody
looked pleadingly at the blond, desperate for solutions, for comfort.

“If
they do,” Wolffe spoke up darkly from his corner, prompting
everyone to look his way. “Then we just have to let Coruscant know.
How long do you think the Senator’s manage when all popularity is
lost to them? They’re already loosing quite a bit by keeping their
opinions on us as ‘flesh’ droids since Boil got knocked up by
Waxer. Can you imagine how the people would react if it got out the
Senator’s demanded that General Kenobi, the Negtiator himself, was
threatened pretty much to take an abortion?” He looked at them
darkly. “There would be mass riot, the Jedi try not to be front
figures but Kenobi and Skywalker? People know their names and they
know them well.”
He smirked in dark satisfaction.

Shakily
rubbing his face, Cody swallowed. “…So we basically keep
recording equipment on us at all times?” He huffed out as he felt
Rex slowly let go of him.

“And
we start tracking the Jedi at all times,” Wolffe shrugged, leaning
back on the couch to settle his feet on the caff table. “General
Plo won’t mind, he’d be more than happy to feed us information
because I bet he agrees.” He smirked.

“Beside,”
Rex piped up, smiling down at Cody when the other looked up.
“Kenobi’s one of ours. I mean he’s always been one of our Jedi
but… now he’s kind of an vod now right?” At Cody’s raised,
surprised brows, Rex shrugged. “He’s basically married to you
right now, so he’s what people call brother in law. Makes sense to
me.” The blond smirked.

Snorting
a bit as he lifted his bottle of juice, grateful no one pointed out
how much it was shaking, Cody shrugged a bit. “I guess so, I’ll
bring it up with Obi-Wan when I head to the temple tomorrow.” He
noted before grunting as Helix instantly demanded to tag along and
check on the General’s health.

Well,
Obi-Wan didn’t say not to bring anyone with him…

Be
nice to be certain to Obi-Wan’s health as long as Cody didn’t
bring to many vode.

‘Its
a good thing we got a lot of family cyare, because I think we’re
gonna be in trouble.’ Cody noted in the privacy of his own mind,
glancing at the window where both the Rotunda and the Jedi temple
loomed in the background.

Father Sheev – news of what the Jedi Council did starts to emerge (thanks to Palpatine) and the galactic news «somehow» finds out about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s marriage and how Palpatine always new and supported them. Palpatine and Anakin don’t even need to trash talk the Jedi, the news/gossip sites are doing it for them. And’s who’s going to take over the Order now that younglings have been spared?

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

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Kicking
lightly at a charred limb, Yan grimaced before nodding and looking at
Qui-Gon. “Well, I didn’t expect that darkside backlash but he’s
dead as a mummified corpse at this point,” He said in a raspy tone
thanks
to the backlash though his voice was filled
with vicious satisfaction before turning a smile on the trooper who
turned the man into cinders. “Well done… Kero
yes? A suitable name.”
He offered in a drawl, as if he hadn’t been bleeding from
a
nosebleed moments before, as if both him and Qui-Gon hadn’t
collapsed because of the amount of darkside energy going through them
with the trooper giving a jaunty wave now
that the two are back on their feet.

Kero
felt way too giddy for what he had done so Qui-Gon assumed he was
somewhat pyromaniac, not the first trooper Qui-Gon met with that
inclination honestly but
he was really more worried about the dark wave of energy they had
felt.

It
would honestly not
shock Qui-Gon to know the entire planet felt the tsunami of dark
energy and especially the temple regardless how far away it was from
these slums of Coruscant. ‘I do hope
none of the younglings were scared by it…’ Qui-Gon frowned to
himself while rubbing his beard. ‘Oh who am I kidding, we’re
going to hear from the crechemaster about this, the babies are sure
to have been woken up.’ He breathed out heavily because
if there was one thing he hated doing it was waking the babies.

“Hopefully
the Jedi in the long term ward haven’t been effected by this,”
Yan suddenly announced as
he turned back from Kero
and Qui-Gon gaze snapped sharply to him, blinking before wincing with
guilt as he hadn’t even considered the long term patients.
“Force knows those people have it bad enough.” Yan
finished in a weary rumble.

“Yes,
though maybe this is for the better? If the Force clears up thanks to
this,” Qui-Gon glanced down at the dead corpse at their feet.
“Maybe the long term visions and preconception ward will have a few
empty beds because they can gather themselves a bit more…” He
trailed off thoughtfully.

Shrugging,
Yan moved away as the Judaical finally arrived to take scope of the
scene though the troopers still ran the show with Qui-Gon only
staying to observe since the Judaical had no idea about Sith related
things, they were only there since Palpatine was convicted of other
crimes. It would honestly shock Qui-Gon if any of the law enforcement
knew what a Sith was, outside of the troopers and Jedi, no one really
cared anymore what a Sith was despite old
wars being fought by Sith on Coruscant.
“Potentially Qui-Gon,
but we can’t rely on that for sure. Coruscant’s
only life is the beings who roam it, its become a planet of metal.”
Yan stated seriously as he threw the bloody handkerchief into a
nearby trashcan with a little frivolous use of the Force.

About
to respond, Qui-Gon blinked as his comm started squealing only to
jerk when moments later so did Yan’s.

Stepping
further from the crime scene, Qui-Gon jerked his comm off his belt as
Yan came closer to listen. “Jinn.” He greeted shortly only
to blink when there was a canopy of voices on the other side which
had him exchanging a. confused look with Yan

About
to repeat himself to
try and get a proper answer,
Mace finally responded on
the other end.
“JINN!” The council member roared, almost making Qui-Gon drop his
comm in
sheer surprise.
“Get your ass back in the temple! Kenobi’s giving birth!” The
man’s voice seemed to echo a bit.

Oh
wait, that was just in Qui-Gon’s mind, Mace
still speaking but Qui-Gon’s mind had kind of gone numb on him with
the information that Obi-Wan was at this moment giving birth but that
couldn’t be right because… that was too early, wasn’t it?

He
was still frozen when Yan snatched the comm out of his hand to reply
that they were on their way, the Serenno’s
Count
dragging Qui-Gon to the skycar one of the troopers had jumped into to
get ready since all the troopers were kind of pinging with surprise
and some minor shock and some part of Qui-Gon imagined that Commander
Cody would get a message very quickly as
the troopers muttered between themselves.

He
scrambled with numb hands to get the seat belt on after being shoved
into the back, Yan in the front with the trooper who was kind enough
to drive them. “Quickly, it sounded like full panic back there,”
He urged the man before turning his head to look at Qui-Gon. “Its
too early.” He said grimly.

“The
backlash,” Qui-Gon groaned, the wind picking up around them as they
took off. “Obi-Wan must have been exposed to it after the high
stress situation Palpatine had put him through not to mention in his
condition… Force Anakin.” He gasped in realization.

The
noises he had heard, that faint thrilling, shrill noise in the back
of the comm…

Yan
nodded sharply. “As the dominant and older mate, his instincts are
to protect, especially after the abduction. That the babies are
coming early will not improve anything and the healers may need to
keep him from the delivery room depending on how he’s behaving…
especially if he can’t control the Force outputs he has at this
moment.” He continued in the same grim tone.

Swallowing
heavily, looking towards the temple, Qui-Gon gripped his hands in his
leggings as he understood he needed to get to the temple and keep a
hold of his old padawan because Obi-Wan wasn’t able to at this
moment.

‘Force
Obi-Wan… you have to make it through this.’