Nostringscanholdme

ok i need to know if Rex can save Cody in te continuation of docile doll and some aftermats of the drug used in Obi and Vader dying of anger

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There is something extremely cathartic to be able to share Obi-Wan’s bed.

To be able to watch him breath slowly and steadily, his lined face at peace and almost young looking despite the grey at his temple and in his beard as he breathes slowly and steadily, a slight snore escaping him.

When Obi-Wan, shyly and a tad uncertain, had asked if Rex wanted to share quarters…

Well, Rex had been honored and relieved.

He knew the other had nightmares often and the idea of being able to keep an eye on his boyfriend, to help him work through the nightmares…

Well, he had jumped on the offer, knowing how difficult it had been for Obi-Wan after everything he had been put through by Vader. For the other to share himself like this again, to share bed and intimate space with someone, it was a huge step and Rex knew it.

It was why he had been stunned and happy when Obi-Wan had slowly drawn him into bed and curled into him, resting his head on the blond’s collarbone while tucking his own leg between Rex’s own.

From the looks of it, he had slept well from what Rex saw, the two sleeping face to face, having shifted in the night.

Unable to resist, Rex reached out to push the others hair out of his face, teasing the strands behind his ear.

Playing slowly with the growing length of hair, Rex couldn’t help but smile at the other’s sleeping face.

Obi-Wan was so stressed or lost often, ever since order 66 and his stint as Vader’s ‘doll’ and seeing this, seeing how him relaxed, soft, warm and pliant, was a gift to be treasured.

Some days, Rex couldn’t help but wonder how he, a clone, could be granted this.

If it should have been anyone, it should have been Cody, who had worked the closest with Obi-Wan.

‘But he’s not here, not yet. And Obi-Wan…’ Rex had always harbored some feelings for the redheaded Jedi. But in the war, he had put it aside and simply kept onto his fondness for the man while being professional.

Now there was no GAR, they were no longer an army and they did not follow the Rebellion after they had tried to use Obi-Wan.

Rex would never work with someone that had been willing to trade Obi-Wan back to Vader, nor would any other clone that was free and that had ever been in contact with the Jedi.

“…I can feel you staring at me.” Obi-Wan’s sleep rasped voice brought Rex out of his thoughts and he chuckled softly, resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek as green eyes flickered open to peer sleepily at him, Obi-Wan smiling softly.

“Good morning.” Rex murmured quietly, not wanting to break the soft, slow moment of the morning schedule of their ship.

“Mmmn… morning.” Obi-Wan sighed happily, shifting closer to Rex. He slid a heavy, warm arm around Rex waist, tugging him in.

Willingly, Rex went, their knees knocking together lightly as they curled up chest to chest, head on their respective pillows. They really should be getting up, they had duties to preform on Homebase and breakfast to eat before that but…

To just lay there, in their bed, sharing the warmth and comfort was a luxury Rex intended to enjoy.

“Your hair is getting long.” He noted softly, teasing his fingers through the copper lengths.

The words got a quiet laugh, Obi-Wan reaching out to tease Rex hair in return, a grin growing on his face. “So is yours… do you like it?” He wondered curiously.

“Mine or yours?” Rex hummed, smirking slightly at the wry look he got in return. “I have to say, I don’t mind it. While in the GAR, it was just easier to just buzz it but now…” Rex shrugged, smiling happily. “I do like yours too though, it suits you.” He twirled the lock of hair around his finger.

Obi-Wan sighed happily at the touch, humming happily. “Well, if you want a haircut, just tell me.” He stated a tad dreamily and Rex felt a stab in his stomach.

‘It should be Cody here, having this, getting this offer…’ Guilt and love warred in him as he pulled the other to him and held onto Obi-Wan, nuzzling slowly.

In Nostringscanholdme, will the group succeed in rescuing Cody from Vader without alerting him to Obi-Wan’s whereabouts?

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Pressing his fist to his mouth, Rex frowned slowly at the screen.

Around him, quiet chatter sometimes broke through his thoughts, others contemplating the same thing as he did, the sight of their brother at Vader’s side.

And yet not at the same time.

Cody was too empty eyed to be fully himself, just like every other vode under the chips control.

A lot were worried about bringing them out of that control too, several vode had bitten the end of their blasters once their sanity came back to them and Rex heart twinged painfully as he thought of Bly.

It was no secret that he had broken out of the programming only to realize what he had done.

The 327th were without a commander within the hour of Bly breaking through the chips programming, the horror and self loathing of knowing he had shot down Aayla, most likely being the one who aimed the killing shot, being too much for him.

He was one of many unfortunately.

Many vode who managed to circumvent the chips couldn’t live with the guilt, others went kamikaze, trying to take out the Emperor or important depots.

But some managed to find their way to Homebase and the other ships, joining the brothers that had rebelled.

Cody however would be safe to bring out of his chip, his Jedi was here, alive and if not well, then at least healing and just as capable as always.

He might feel guilt for shooting down the Jedi but…

Well, it was better than Bly or Blood, the latter spent every moment not on duty getting drunk and several of the medics were considering intervening.

So far Rex was holding off on signing the medics the power, Blood was still mourning her general but if she didn’t in a week or two stop drinking, he’d have no other choice but to let the medics sober her up and pretty much force her into therapy.

“What do you think Rex?” The voice cut through the blonds thought.

Looking up, Rex blinked at Wolffe with confusion, the hologram flickering in and out due to interferance.

The man huffed. “Told ya all he wasn’t listening.” He grunted, glancing at the rest of the room.

Shaking his head, sitting up, Rex sighed. “Sorry, I was thinking about Blood. Medics are on my tail about her and if she doesn’t show signs to mellowing soon, I’m going to have to give them emergency power.” He murmured.

There was a round of grimace.

While everyone understood why Blood was as she was at the moment, that didn’t mean they had to like it. To see another vod harm themselves so…

“What were you saying Wolffe?” Rex questioned, leaning forward to show he was paying attention finally.

“Cody,” Wolffe tapped at the screen he had, most likely playing the same vid Rex had of Cody. “What if we sent a message to him, lured him away from Skywalker and then knocked him out?” He questioned.

Wincing slightly at his former General’s name, having gotten used to simply calling him Vader, Rex frowned. “I’m not sure… he doesn’t leave Vader’s side much.” He stated warily.

To that Wolffe nodded. “True, but I’m thinking we grab him on Coruscant. No one is going to pay attention to a few clones on Coruscant. He’s still our vode under that helmet, if one of us approaches him and asks for him to meet him…” He trailed off.

“It is as good a plan as any,” Gree murmured, his hologram steadier due to their ship closeness to the Homebase. “Its how we managed to get Funk actually, their personality is still under there, its just messing with the part that was loyal to the Jedi I think.”

Frowning heavily, sitting back in his chair, Rex slowly rubbed his chin. “…We’d have to go about it extremely careful, no slip up or the demagolka will realize something is up.” He stated slowly, ignoring the bug eyed look some of his vode sported.

So he called Vader a demagolka, so what?

After all the things Vader had done now, the things he had done to the galaxy, to the surviving Jedi, to Obi-Wan… how could he not?

Whoever Vader had been before, that wasn’t who he was anymore.

There was nothing left of the kind, brave and sometimes reckless General that Rex knew, the one that remembered the name of every trooper and tried to minimize their fatality. The man that sat with Rex after Kadavo.

The man Rex had once loved, if purely in a platonic manner.

“Riiiight… actually, I had an idea for that,” Doom stated, leaning forward in his seat, eyes glancing nervously between Wolffe and Rex. “But it would mean getting you on Coruscant Rex.”

Brows raising and arms crossing over his chest, Rex tilted his chin. “Go on…”

Nervously, Doom lined out his plan to the room of former commanders and captains.

I love nostringscanholdme! What’s going on with Cody? Is he curious about why Vader transferred him? Does he know he’s being used as bait, and prepared to capture Obi-Wan if he comes for him? How did Vader change the chips’ programming to stop them from killing Obi-Wan in the first place?

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Standing at attention, watching Vader pace on the bridge and occasionally pausing to seemingly stare out into the sky, Cody let his mind wander slightly.

When the order had come through that he was being transferred from the 212th on Kamino to Vader’s own Fist, Cody had been excited at the honor of being the left hand of Lord Vader himself.

He had been reduced to working on Kamino after the end of the clone wars with the CIS and the clean up of the Jedi, training new vode, and while that was rewarding, Cody wasn’t a teacher.

He had been raised to fight and he had been exited to join Lord Vader himself, already aware of the man’s reputation from before the war and then later on, the man fighting on the front line with the troopers.

Cody had been so optimistic.

Or that had been his initial emotions.

After about a month of watching the man’s utter ruthlessness in battle, using Cody’s own vode as shields at time and throwing them around without thoughts, Cody no longer could consider it an honor and worked more to keep his brothers as safe as possible from the menace in black.

Especially the less experienced ones.

He half expected to be on the receiving end of one of these deadly assault, particularly the snapping of his neck, when he interfered.

And yet, regardless of how clearly enraged the yellow eyed man became as he glowered at Cody, he never went as far as killing him

Choking him with the Force, yes, killing him, no.

And Cody could not for the life of him understand why.

There were other commanders able to take over for him, which meant that there was a reason for why Vader had transferred him, outside of Cody’s skills.

So he couldn’t make sense of why he kept surviving when other vod did not.

‘What’s different about me…’ Cody let his eyes slide to the blond haired man glaring out into the sky before he resumed pacing. ‘What are you thinking Lord Vader…’ Cody narrowed his eyes faintly, safe in his own mind that the Sith could not hear his mind.

He had been taught how to shield his mind just in case by…

A spike of pain throbbed through Cody’s brain and he clenched his teeth together to avoid hissing, not wanting the attention of the clearly enraged man on him.

‘The Doll…’ Cody took a breath through his nose. ‘Is it really that simple? Could it really be the Doll?’ Cody let his mind space, not daring to think of the name or the former title of the man as every time he did, his mind echoed with pain.

And the faint stirrings of a memory.

Of Rex and whispered words and the name Fives.

Glancing at the Sith once more, Cody stiffened to attention as yellow eyes landed squarely on him.

He would have to take care of those memories later.

()()()

Spooning Obi-Wan, one arm tucked around the former Jedi and his other settled under his own head, Rex let out a small sigh into the others neck.

Obi-Wan just pressed back into him, fingers slowly caressing the back of Rex hand as the captain rested it on Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Since Obi-Wan calmed down they had finally managed to settle down, curled up on Rex bunk together as Rex wrapped himself protectively around his redhead. He had removed the nerftail tie, the long length resting down Obi-Wan’s back on the bed, smelling faintly of fruits from the soap they had picked up.

He knew from Kix that sleeping on a hair tie was not a comfortable experience and had opted to remove it as they curled down together.

Because he had known from the moment Obi-Wan started to calm down that they wouldn’t be leaving the room any time soon, the clear exhaustion and outright depression visible on Obi-Wan’s face telling Rex that Obi-Wan just needed time.

And Rex had water bottles in his room, so while they preferred to have Obi-Wan eat full meals, they were also accepting of him eating snacks and drinking water. “…We’re going to have to talk about your actions you know.” Rex whispered tiredly into the others neck.

Squeezing Rex hand, Obi-Wan let out a small noise. “I know… but please can we wait until I’ve slept? I really just…” He sighed deeply and Rex felt his heart constrict with pain.

He knew that Obi-Wan still struggled quite a bit with the after effects of the Sith drug Vader had kept him on and to see the former proud General reduced to blankness hurt.

But even worse was to see him like this, emotionally unstable and uncertain as he clung to the minor comforts Rex could give him.

Instead of verbalizing all that, Rex simply nodded and nuzzled his nose into the back of his Jedi’s neck. “…If there comes a chance Obi-Wan… we’ll save him. I promise. But right now…” Rex trailed off, wincing as Obi-Wan’s breath hitched before it came out as a soft keen.

There was nothing to do for that and so they simply laid in bed, Obi-Wan watching the wall and Rex watching the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, both consumed in their thoughts.

hey moddy, what happens next in nostringscanholdme, obi wan manages to see Cody? or Rex manages to reach it before disaster strikes? did vader feels something?

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Much to his utter relief and bewilderment, Obi-Wan has not fled so to speak.

Rex finds the Jedi sitting in the cockpit of one of the ships, simply staring at the view screen with his eyes lost and his hands in his lap.

Behind him, Dume is shifting uncertainly but Rex can’t bring himself to think of the boy right now as he instead slowly approaches Obi-Wan and rests his hand on the others shoulder.

He gets a flinch, Obi-Wan clearly coming back to the situation at hand as he looks up at Rex, the two staring mutely at each other.

Finally, Obi-Wan spoke. “I want him back… how dare Vader use him like that…” He whispered, tone utterly wretched and broken and Rex let out a small noise before crouching down and hugging the Jedi, running his hand over Obi-Wan’s messy nerftail, stroking it carefully before resting his arms around him.

“I know. I know it hurts. He was your commander and my brother. Seeing him like that…” Rex trailed off, Obi-Wan letting out a little hitched breath before letting out a small sob against Rex shoulder.

When he had come back to Homebase, the first thing he had done was start searching the hanger, looking into every ship.

Because while the others knew Obi-Wan, Rex knew him best, both the man he was during the war and the man that had come out of Vader’s clutches broken but healing.

The only other people that knew Obi-Wan as well as he, would be Cody and one Anakin Skywalker.

Which is why Rex had made a direct beeline to the most derelict of the ships, already knowing the history of Anakin and Obi-Wan to know that this was the ship the other man would choose, this was the ship the other would be in.

The one he would try to fly.

And he had been right.

Where the others hadn’t been able to find Obi-Wan as he locked himself down from the Force and removed any trackers, Rex found him because he didn’t need any of those items to find his Obi-Wan.

Pressing their cheeks together, Rex let out a small noise and then shifted, until he could reach and pick up the other man, settling his hands below each of Obi-Wan’s thighs. And Obi-Wan’s arms came up around Rex neck in response, a muffled sob escaping into Rex shoulder as the former captain stood with the Jedi in his arms.

Turning while adjusting his grip on Obi-Wan, Rex gave Dume a long look as he gazed at them with his mouth open.

But instead of saying something, Rex just started walking, moving forward with Obi-Wan in his grasp.

He was meet by Helix on the outside of the shuttle, the medic face becoming one of pure relief as he watched the former captain with the Jedi.

“Take care of him.” Rex murmured to the medic, nodding to Dume, the former padawan freezing in place when he saw another clone.

Helix however just nodded, giving Dume a small smile and gesturing for him to follow as Rex moved off with Obi-Wan in his arms. Along the way to his quarters, several troopers stopped what they were doing, clearly having been on search too.

Relief covered their faces and several went for their comms to inform others that Obi-Wan had been found.

The troopers always reacted with extreme prejudice anytime any of their remaining Jedi were in danger or missing.

And to find Obi-Wan of all people missing, knowing that his fate would not simply be death but a return to his state as Vader’s doll?

Well, they were protective for a reason.

Rex pressed his cheek to Obi-Wan’s temple, awkwardly fumbling for his keypad when he reached his quarters only to breath out in relief when Lamb hurried over and helped him, the young clone getting the door open as he watched with large, concerned eyes.

Rex just nodded to his fellow blond trooper and stepped in, letting the door snap shut behind him as he stepped around the clothing items he had abandoned on the floor that morning.

He knew that they would have to talk about what Obi-Wan had almost done later, he knew that Obi-Wan needed a lot more help than any might have realized as he had almost run off and into a known trap but right in that moment all Rex did was to sit down on his bunk with Obi-Wan straddling his lap.

Both hurt, the knowledge of where Cody was and yet the helplessness in knowing they couldn’t rescue him.

The helplessness in knowing it was a trap.

Rocking Obi-Wan, Rex didn’t promise things were going to be okay.

Because he couldn’t.

Because he couldn’t promise that they could rescue Cody.

So instead he just rocked him, crooning quietly as Obi-Wan sobbed harshly into his shoulder, the noise echoing of Rex quarter walls.

I just read the latest Nostringscanholdme, and, ah, my heart!! I really want them to get Cody back. Do they manage to get Cody back without to much trouble?

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Staring at the teen in shock, Rex almost felt like he could either
sing or facepalm and curse.

Either
or would be an appropriate reaction right now really as the former
clone captain stared down at the frightened yet furious face of Caleb
Dume.

An
almost adult Caleb Dume with a little stubble and longish hair for
sure and therefore different and clearly the other had made an effort
to change himself but still recognizable to Rex despite Dume growing
up a since Rex last saw him.

But
Rex still recognized him as he held the other by the wrist to prevent
him from going for the blaster on his belt.

Not
that Dume really needed it.

‘But…’
Rex glanced towards the white armored men stomping around the market.
‘He can’t risk doing that here or now.’ Thinking quickly, Rex
jerked the teen closer and quickly pulled his ratty hood up. “Cane
my boy!” He announced loudly, outright trying to get attention as
he sent of a prayer of gratitude to Lamb for insisting that everyone
wore helmets or hoods for the milk run as they had come to call their
little supply runs. “Where’s that father of yours, he still owes
me quite a bit of credits?” He stated in a cheerful tone even as he
angled his face so the Imperial troopers couldn’t recognize his
face as one of their own.

He
mentally begged the kid to understand what was going on, already
seeing the clone troopers loose interest in the situation as Rex had
loudly announced what was going on.

Turquoise
blue eyes widened a bit in confused surprise before narrowing again.
“Yeah… he’s here… I guess.” He reluctantly stated and
considering Rex was supposedly collecting on a bet, that reluctance
and spite in the teen wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“Well,
I guess I’ll just have to tail you then around. Can’t get away
from debts owed you know kiddo,” He tacked on a short laugh,
keeping his arm around Dume as he started walking, half pulling the
kid along as he lowered his voice. “Please Dume, for the love of
the Force, play along, you don’t have to trust me but for both our
sake, play the kark along.” He whispered desperately, the crowd
around them and the wind covering up his voice for the most part.

Eyes
narrowed, Dume gritted his teeth but nodded, following reluctantly
and Rex could almost feel the killing intent in the boy.

Ugh
teen?

Kark,
natural borns sometimes confused him frankly and he was never quite
sure what age Dume was, just that he was General Depa’s little
padawan.

Guiding
him along quickly, Rex continued cheerfully telling ‘Cane’ about
all the things he was going to do with the money ‘Cane’s’
father owed him and considering the confused and almost amused
expression that sometimes broke out on Dume’s face when the street
lights illuminated his face, it was clear he knew this was a gimmick
by now.

Finally
they got towards the less traveled paths, leaving the troopers behind
with both of them glancing back and Rex carefully looking the alleys
and paths over.

Quickly
he pulled the Jedi into one of them and breathed out. “Jango’s
blood kid, what are you doing here? Do you know how close to the core
you are?” He whispered harshly, eyes slightly wide and whatever he
expected, that was not it as Dume blinked dumbly up at him, his long
hair fluttering slightly along with his hood.

But
let it never be said that Jedi younglings didn’t have spirit as he
squared himself up as best he could, the gangly teen becoming quite
tall as he was clearly going to get taller than Rex. “What’s it
to you, clone, would have thought you’d rat me out to the
others.” He stated bitterly, spite and anger in his voice.

Narrowing
his eyes in return, Rex let out a grumble before just grabbing Dume
by one of his big ears to make sure he didn’t escape while Rex was
busy.

The
teen yelped and tried to get away even as Rex held on with a
durasteel grip as he reached into his belt, Dume tensing up only to
turn confused when Rex pulled up a holo communicator. “What are
yo-”

“I’m
calling Master Plo,” He stated sternly before softening when he saw
sudden vulnerability bloom into Dume’s eyes. “Yeah… there are
others alive.” Rex stated a tad softer, putting in the memorized
code.

None
of the troopers had the Jedi’s code on their comms, all were to be
memorized, just in case.

For
safety.

Plo
picked up instantly, the Kel Dor going from relieved to disappointed
in seconds. “Captain, have you seen Obi-Wan?” The man wheezed out
before Rex could say anything. “We can’t find him.” Plo rubbed
his chest.

Letting
go off Dume, Rex entire focus fell on the Jedi master instead, his
heart thundering with sudden fear and suspicion. “No, he’s not
with me. Check if all the ships are still gathered, that none of the
smaller ships have been taken out. I’m coming back from the milk
run,” He glanced to Dume, finding him staring at the holo of Plo.
“And I’m bringing a guest with me that might turn into a
permanent resident depending.” He tacked on.

“You
suspect something.” Plo murmured before sighing and nodding in
confirmation, turning and calling for Shaak and captain Luver, that
they had to reach out to the ships

‘Please
cyare…don’t do what I think you might be doing.’ Rex pulled
Dume with him via his shoulder, hurrying to his transport shuttle
that he took down from Homebase, feeling like the devil was on his
heels as he ran.

Hi, Moddy. I love dociledoll and nostringscanholdme. Could we see more of Rex and Obi-wan with the renegade clones? Maybe some gentle scheming to get the two of them together, especially if there was some pining going on between them before the Republic fell? Thank you for all your hard work!

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It’s pure luck that saves Obi-Wan
from getting punched in the jaw, even if the Jedi doesn’t seem to
notice it when he jumps into Rex bed, his hair wild and eyes wide.
“Rexyouhavetoseethis!ItsCodyyougottaseethis!” The Jedi gasped
out, clearly having run all the way from his own quarters at the end
of the hallway.

Blinking
blearily,
his heart in his throat, Rex stared up at the man straddling his
waist, his mind slowly coming back onto track from
what he thought was an attack as he finally managed to clear his
throat and free himself from the covers so he can push himself up on
his elbows, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Repeat that one more time
Obi-Wan, slower and clearer please. Lights
forty percent.” He mumbled
out, voice husky from his sleep despite being fully awake from the
adrenaline still pumping through his veins as
dim light flooded his quarters.

Waking
a soldier like that was never good and Obi-Wan knew it, so what in
bloods oaths name was goi-

“I
know where Cody is.” Obi-Wan stated, clearly, voice excited yet
frightened at the same time, piercing through the fog of the battle
adrenaline as Rex caught the name of his vod.

Dropping
his hand sharply, he stared at the Jedi, eyes slightly wide before
lowering them as Obi-Wan hit play on his little recorder.

It
was a clip of Darth Vader, a part of Rex wondered why in kark Obi-Wan
had been watching that, it could trigger a panic attack but the
bigger part of him took notice of the man beside him, the trooper,
the commander.

Cody.

Wearing
the 501st
blue but sans his helmet, his face the picture of professionalism as
he followed Vader’s lead with his helmet under his arm as Vader and
his Fist of clone troopers subjugated yet another planet for the
Empire and tried to root out rebels.

Mouth
dry, Rex stared, unable to take his eyes off Cody.

Those
features that meet his everyday and yet so unfamiliar at the same
time.

It
wasn’t the first time he had seen a chipped trooper but it was the
first time it had punched him so wholly to see a friend because he
knew that Cody would never
follow Vader.

Cody,
for all his appearances, had a bleeding heart Rex liked to tease he
had gotten from Obi-Wan, Cody liked to help, he liked children.

And
he had adored his Jedi the same way Rex had adored Anakin Skywalker.

Not
Vader, but Skywalker.

Those
two weren’t the same, regardless if the looks of the man were there
still.

Something
unnatural and twisted had taken Rex Jedi away and left behind a
facsimile of the General Rex had known, a mocking likeness that
pissed on everything Anakin Skywalker had once held holy.

His
love, his desire for freedom, his disgust for slavers and slavery…

And
yet Vader was holding Rex’s brothers as his slaves via the biochips
in their brains.

Had
killed Padme Amidala, his wife.

And
the less said about what he had done to Obi-Wan, the better.

Slowly,
Rex managed to bring his eyes to Obi-Wan’s excited ones, his own
holding nothing but sadness before he shook his head. “Obi-Wan…
we can’t.” He whispered.  

Denial,
anger and then acceptance flooded Obi-Wan’s eyes in rapid
succession, prompting Rex to sit up more and hold his arms open to
the man, uncaring that he wasn’t wearing a shirt as he pulled the
other into his chest.

He
did flush a bit when he noticed Obi-Wan was only in one long tunic.

The
other had run through the hall in only his tunic…

‘I
hope the guards didn’t see him.’ Rex thought to himself even as
he held the other man to him, the barrier of their clothes and the
blanket being the only thing between them.

“Why?”
Obi-Wan whispered, his lips brushing the still bed warm skin of Rex
shoulder as he rested his head against it. “We know where he is, we
could… we could get him back.” He trembled against Rex, just one
of many survivors of the horror the Emperor had unleashed on them.

Resting
his chin on Obi-Wan’s head, Rex breathed out heavily. “I want to,
please believe me when I say I want to but Obi-Wan… this is a trap.
You know it’s a trap.” He stated sadly, wishing desperately that
he could do something to ease the pain the other surely was in as he
rubbed Obi-Wan’s back but
knowing that this was a trap as surely as Obi-Wan was warm in his
arms.

The
small holo projector slipped from Obi-Wan’s hold and onto the bed,
still playing the clip of Vader and Cody moving forward only to
repeat the sequences, the Jedi letting out a stifled little noise
before he hugged the other as tightly as he could, trembling into Rex
body.

Cursing
out Palpatine, the galaxy and Vader all at once, Rex simply held on,
wishing there was something he could do.

‘Why
is happiness so hard to get and
keep.’ He cursed bitterly
even as he smoothed his hands along Obi-Wan’s back.

No strings can hold me. can we have more of that one please? What’s Vader planning? do Obi Wan and Rex get some nice cuddle time or even a kiss? DOES VADER SEE THAT KISS IN A VISION?!

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Pacing
in the living room of his Senatorial apartment, Vader toxic yellow
eyes narrowed in hate and displeasure, rage wafting of him for anyone
to feel.

Even
those without Force could sense it, like a slithering layer of humid
heat against their skin but Vader did not care.

No,
he had things to think about, he had someone to find
but no way to get them back because he had no idea where they were
and that meant that he would have to lure his Jedi back to him.

However
there was an issue with that.

There
were many things in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi had once cared
about and most of them were gone.

Some
of them by Vader’s own hand and some of them by others.

Satine
Kryze by Maul’s hand, taking a rival down in Vader’s but also
leaving a gaping hole in Obi-Wan’s chest and losing Vader an
opportunity to leverage her over Obi-Wan even before Vader was
created.

The
same went for Qui-Gon Jinn, also taken away by Maul long before Vader
was even a thought in Sidious mind.

Anakin
Skywalker was weak and therefore was destroyed by Vader when he was
created in fire and blood, he wasn’t foolish enough to consider
that Obi-Wan would come running back for a few heartfelt words and it
wouldn’t trick him into thinking ‘Anakin’ was back and there
was no way whoever had him would let him run back.

The
Jedi temple perhaps?

But
that would include destroying Sidious and Vader wasn’t quite ready
for that, regardless how much he hated the old creep, he still needed
him to teach him, to control the populace and to show him more of the
Sith’s way.

There
were the holocrons of course, Obi-Wan might return for the holocrons
of the Jedi but whoever he was with, who made him smile, would not
let him run off for that without being protected.

Then
there was the Jedi order itself… less said about that and its
members, the better, there were no one left that Obi-Wan would come
running for right now.

Ahsoka
was a viable vector honestly but Vader didn’t have
her, regardless how much he searched for his former padawan, she too
had disappeared into so much dust of the galaxy and every summon and
request he had sent out had been ignored.

Either
Ahsoka was dead or she had turned on him too.

There
was no one else that Vader could see Obi-Wan be willing to stick his
head out for left in the entire gala-Vader froze in the middle of his
living room floor, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in
contemplation once more as the breeze blew the heavy dark curtains
gently on the floor.

There
was one soul.

Now
that Vader truly allowed himself to think about
it.

One
soul, one person that was within his grasp that Obi-Wan cared for
enough to be willing to risk not
only his life for but also his soul and maybe whoever he was with.

One
man.

Reaching
for his comm link, Vader stared at the Jedi temple in the distance as
he typed in a code.

It
was quickly picked up. “Lord Vader sir, this is Commander Fox, at
your disposal.” A clear and familiar voice came through.

Licking
his lips, Vader settled back on his heels. “Commander, I want you
to have the 212th
brought to Coruscant and in particular, to have Commander Cody
transferred to my personal squad, effective immediately.”

There
was a pause, surprise clear even over the audio only comm before it
crackled. “Of course sir, I will start making arrangement to have
them transferred to you Lord Vader.” Fox promptly responded.

Smiling
slowly, lips curling cruelly, Vader shut down his comm, staring at
the old Jedi temple turned Imperial castle. “…One person. Let’s
see how long you will hide once you know where Commander Cody is, my
dear Obi-Wan.” All
Vader would need to do is to orchestrate some information spilling.

But
that wouldn’t be so hard now would it, after all, the 212th
colors were still the bright orange.

And
Obi-Wan had always cared for his commander.

Pushing
ugly jealousy away, Vader continued smiling darkly at the old temple,
full of besmirched memories.

‘I’ll
have you back soon Obi-Wan… soon.’

()()()

Shivering,
goosebumps breaking out under his leathers, Obi-Wan looked around in
confusion as he stepped closer to Rex side.

“Is
something wrong?” Rex paused, letting the others disembark and
slide away into the crowds to collect supplies as they were separated
to different vode. “Ben?” He leaned in a bit, his hand coming to
grasp Obi-Wan’s.

“I…
I don’t know. For a moment I just felt cold.” Obi-Wan returned
quietly, tightening his hold on Rex hand.

Alert,
Rex glanced around too, now on guard before quietly pulling Obi-Wan’s
hood up. “…Let’s not stir up any trouble then.” He murmured
quietly, both of them keeping to the shadows and trying to remain out
of view for any cameras they saw.

It
could be nothing of course, but both Obi-Wan and Rex knew that the
Force was a handy ally.

And
even just a feeling to a Force sensitive could be important to listen
to.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan, tucking him into his side as they moved
towards a junkyard, a few machine components on their list that they
could hopefully get cheap as they remained on guard throughout the
day.

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Taking
a deep breath of fresh air while tilting his face up towards the sun,
Obi-Wan took in the comfort of the sun on his skin before opening his
eyes when he heard a hoot of joy, watching with a small grin as two
clones were fighting their way out of their clothes while running
towards the shore line, throwing
up sand with their bare feet when they reached the beach line before
throwing themselves nude as the day they were decanted into the most
likely chilly water.

“Well,
at least someones eager for a bit of respite,” Rex noted dryly as
he slid up beside the Jedi, his brow cocked with a small smirk
playing
on
his lips as
he observed his vode with mirth clearly lurking in his eyes. “Didn’t
think I’d see full moons in the afternoon.”

Chuckling
slightly, Obi-Wan shrugged. “It’s not often we take a break from
space, much less in a place like this.” He glanced around, taking
in the beautiful shades of green all around them, the color broken up
with flowers here and there and then the waste ocean that was fresh
of all things.

A
practically untouched moon and most likely not on the Empire’s
radar.

They
could refill their water here and get some shore leave without worry
and it was doing Obi-Wan’s lungs a world of good to be out of the
ship and the recycled air for a bit.

Homebase
was their home now for sure but that didn’t mean that Obi-Wan
didn’t miss the sensation of a proper wild forest around him at
times, the growing beds rooms were nice but nothing like this forest.

“They
aren’t the only ones who could do with some respite, though maybe
not in direct sunlight, Helix would have our heads if we let you get
sunburned again.” Rex noted out loud, breaking Obi-Wan from his
thoughts as the captain’s hand lightly slid around Obi-Wan’s
waist, pulling him towards the circle of chairs that had been set up
in the shade.

The
arm around his waist was light, could easily be broken away from and
Obi-Wan relished in it.

So
different from the suffocating and hard grasp Vader had always used.

Gentle
affection and warmth even as Rex gently pushed him into a
chair in the shade.

It
was a nice spot and it became even nicer when Rex took the seat
beside him, the two settling in to watch everyone do their own
things.

Some
were swimming or playing around in the water, some were picking
shells from the beach, some had laid down to sunbath and others were
simply milling around in the forest line, a few making their way
towards Rex and Obi-Wan.

The
sight of some of them made Obi-Wan’s chest hurt, particularly
Reflex, who sported a scar curving his temple. “…Do you think
Cody is alright?” He whispered before he could stop himself, seeing
Rex tense out of the corner of his eyes.

And
clearly the approaching group had heard him too, because suddenly
they were heading a different direction, making their way into the
forest instead.

The
waves lapped at the beach and the sound of the vode playing around
filled the cold silence between them before Rex finally slumped
forward, his face in his hands. “I don’t know. I hardly know
anything about anyone who hasn’t managed to de-chip themselves.
Last I heard, Cody was being sent to Kamino to be an instructor for
the younger vode.” He murmured heavily, raising his head to look at
Obi-Wan with a worn down expression.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan shifted until he could lay his head on Rex shoulder,
both quietly missing their friend and brother. “…Last I saw him,
he was handing me my lightsaber moments before he fired at me.” He
whispered, feeling Rex tense up again.

“I’m
so-”

Obi-Wan
cut in, shaking his head without lifting it. “It wasn’t his fault
and it wasn’t your fault, I know whose fault it is and I don’t
blame any of you.” Obi-Wan sighed softly and Rex slowly slid an arm
around him, the two watching the ocean and the vode play without
saying anything else.

In
a way, Obi-Wan was grateful that Rex didn’t promise to find Cody.

It
would be close to an impossible promise, regardless how much they
wanted them free.

With
so many clones…

But
it was nice to hope and wish.

After
what Vader had done to him, Obi-Wan was allowed to wish for things
now that he was safe and together with Rex and the Vode Alliance as
it had become known as.

The
vode, a few Jedi and the freedom of space.

And
Obi-Wan at Rex side, safe and content.

‘And
maybe…’ Obi-Wan hesitantly reached out and grasped the Rex left
hand, slowly lacing their fingers together as Rex tightened his right
arm around Obi-Wan. ‘Maybe even happy.’

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Standing
on the bridge of Homebase as the group of refugees and clones were
busy refueling at a depot and restocking, Obi-Wan glanced around the
bridge with a small smile as he took in the relaxed atmosphere
around.

Nine
months after they had ran off from the burgeoning Rebellion and they
were still keeping one step ahead of the Rebellion, that they
occasionally worked with and two steps ahead of the Empire and Vader.

Allowing
those who had been injured or had losses to heal somewhat.

Now,
Obi-Wan would claim that he himself was doing a lot better than when
he was with Vader but he wouldn’t state that for sure as he
sometimes had periods where his mind was utterly blank and needed
someone to snap him out of his episodes.

The
Sith drug had properly hampered his mind but the episodes were
happening less and less over the months and all the troopers he
worked with on Homebase knew how to help him out of those spots.

But
they were still the evidence of when he was the ‘Doll of the
Empire’ as he had seen a Rebellion bulletin on once, though he
hadn’t gotten to read much of it before Rex was there, his jaw
white as he dragged Obi-Wan away with protective anger oozing into
the Force.

Nightmares
were still an issue, but Rex…

Obi-Wan
snuck a glance at the former captain, finding the man murmuring quiet
orders to Boil and Waxer about the fuel gauge and water levels.

Rex
was a blessing, he’d still sit with his arm around Obi-Wan and just
hold him, letting him calm down from the nightmares that haunted
Obi-Wan’s every step and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel…

Cheeks
color, Obi-Wan crossed his arms defensively over his chest, looking
down at his feet.

No,
he shouldn’t be feeling that way.

Rex
was a friend, a great friend, who came to his aid when the need was
great and Obi-Wan should tell the thing beating in his chest to shut
u-

Glancing
up in surprise at the sound of music that cut his thoughts off,
Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise as he recognized the waltz of
Beneda before looking over to Lamb, the young clone giving him a
small grin before pointing at the viewfind, past the hovering ships
around them. “The fuel depot is hovering in range of a radio shows
signal, they’re currently playing music and since we’re
refueling, we can catch the signal.” He explained happily before
leaning his elbows on the control board he was sat at, closing his
eyes to listen with a pleased sigh.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan let a slow smile cross his lips at that, glancing to find the
radio satellite they were in range of, swaying lightly to the tune.

He
remembered this song well, it was one Qui-Gon had used when he was
teaching Obi-Wan how to formal dance as a young padawan and Obi-Wan
had done so badly back then, stepping on Qui-Gon’s big feet as the
man laughed softly and assured him that it was normal.

Oh
how he had despised that song as a teen.

He’d
grown to love it as an adult, it reminded him of happy days as
Qui-Gon’s padawan, learning to dance at his master’s side for
socialites functions, laughing with his master when he tripped over
his own feet.

“May
I have this dance my liege?” A teasing voice suddenly murmured,
Obi-Wan jumping a bit in shock as he found Rex suddenly beside him in
a half bow, hand extended with a small smile on his lips.

Lips
twitching in return, Obi-Wan glanced around the bridge at the amused
glances thrown their way before accepting Rex hand with a small
chuckle. “Why, my dashing knight, I accept.” He grinned wryly,
smile growing into a wide, genuine one when Rex pulled him into a
Galactic Basic waltz of all thing.

Maybe
he shouldn’t be shocked as Rex hand pulled him close while his
other came down on Obi-Wan’s waist, guiding him along carefully.
Rex had always been a clever trooper, who could be creative and pick
up knowledge.

Absently,
as he rested his hand on Rex shoulder, Obi-Wan noted Waxer pulling
Boil to dance too but his focus was on the captain in front of him.
“Been a while since I danced.” Obi-Wan confessed, struggling not
to step on the others toes.

Where
had all those Jedi grace and manners gone?

Chuckling,
Rex spun them lightly around. “Well, been a while since we had the
freedom to dance or the music for it. No one said we couldn’t
indulge a bit when we had the chance.” Rex noted softly, smiling at
Obi-Wan.

‘He
smells of mint and oranges…’ Obi-Wan noted, his chest feeling
warm and content.

()()()()

Yellow,
toxic eyes snapped open to glare at the wall, the curtains of the
room shredding under the immense power as the carpets ripped and
furniture warped.

“Who
are you smiling for Obi-Wan?” Vader growled, dragging his nails
over the meditation mat before he snapped to his feet, leaving behind
a ruined room after his attempted scrying for his
Jedi,

Obi-Wan
was happy, dancing in someones arms, smiling at someone… and it
burned
Vader to know.

He’d
have the other back.

He
was going to have Obi-Wan back or the galaxy would burn.