[Image ID: A colored digital sketch of two Star Wars: The Clone Wars character, Waxer and Numa. Waxer is facing the right side of the canvas and wearing his white and orange clone trooper armor, but no helmet. Numa, a young Twi’lek girl with turquoise skin and wearing a simple lavender dress, is facing Waxer and standing on his toes while they dance. She’s leaning back with her arms outstretched and appears to be laughing. Waxer is smiling down at her. It’s a sunny day, and they’re in front of a simple tan building with a blue awning. In the foreground on the right side of the canvas are some crates that are blurry, as though close to the viewer. The image is set up to look like another clone trooper is taking a video with their HUD camera. The letters and numbers are in Aurebesh, but there’s a “recording” icon in the top left, as well as other blue and green borders and icons. End ID.]
A few months after Umbara, Cody catches wind of a Cham Syndulla
needing a small task force for some recon assistance. He talks to
Obi-Wan, who pulls a few strings, and what do you know, a couple
platoons from Ghost Company get assigned to Ryloth. 😉
When they
get time, Waxer and Boil make the short trek to Nabat to visit Numa.
She’s delighted to see them and looks quite pleased when they’re able to
communicate, through a mixture of Basic, Ryl, and gestures, the fact
that Waxer named his platoon after her village.
This scene is a
recording from Boil’s HUD camera, which he took while hiding behind some
boxes so they wouldn’t make him dance, too (and because he wants some candid shots). :3
Normally, that be a reason for relaxation, the troopers and Jedi taking advantage of the downtime to decompression, to sleep, train and do anything but think about the war as best they could. But the reason for their grounding makes any form for decompression impossible.
Someone poisoned their commander.
Someone went out of their way to target an underage Jedi padawan.
Now, it could be because Obi-Wan was the padawan of the Hero with no Fear, Anakin Skywalker prolific in the war along with his master and whoever had targeted Obi-Wan on the CIS side feared what he could become under the guidance of Skywalker and Jinn.
But such reasons became moot to Rex when faced with his commander looking like a pale doll, laying on a too large medical bed with an oxygen mask on his face, his loose hair spread around his head like a halo.
The poison had left Obi-Wan’s face puffy, the scar across his face looking worse than usual and his skin has taken greyish tinge and the slow and sometimes stuttered breath had Rex anxiety clawing up the walls.
He wanted to punch someone but that was the last thing he could do in the Jedi halls of healing, standing at the end of Obi-Wan’s bed as machines monitored and breathed for him.
Beside him, Fox stood quietly too, staring at their boy with a stoic look on his face. But his eyes were reddened, telling Rex everything he needed about how the other trooper was really feeling about the entire situation.
Both jerked too when Obi-Wan breath wheezed and stuttered again, the boy twitching on the bed in pain despite being unconscious as his heart rate spiked for a few moments. Then it went back to the new normal.
The poison had given Obi-Wan arrhythmia and the skipping of the heartbeat made Rex mouth fill with saliva each time he heard it, the nausea rising its head like an angry viper.
Still he made no motion to leave.
He couldn’t.
He needed more information, needed to know that Obi-Wan was going to be alright, that they had gotten the boy to the healers in time, that Kix had kept their commander stable long enough for it to matter.
The door opened and both troopers turned abruptly, watching as General Skywalker walked in.
The man looked pale, tired and he jerked in surprise at seeing them.
Then he relaxed a moment later, a weak smile crossing his face that threatened to send Rex to his knees at the implication of it. “Should have figured I’d find you two here.” The Jedi murmured, making his way in to sit down Obi-Wan’s bedside, gently grasping the hand not fitted with an IV line.
“Sir.. is… will Obi-Wan…” Fox spoke up, not as familiar with Anakin as Rex.
Letting out a deep sigh, Anakin gave the commander a small smile. “At ease. Obi-Wan will be fine, we got the antidote into him quickly enough to prevent permanent damage,” He murmured, watching both troopers slump with their relief, Fox holding onto the foot of the bed end for support. “He’ll need a few weeks to recover, that’s a given but he will recover, make no doubt about that.” He continued quietly.
Rex ran his shaking hand over his face.
Great stars, he wasn’t going to loose his little commander just yet, not this one and he sent off of a prayer to every goddess and god he knew of that might listen and one to the Force just for precaution, thanking all of them for not taking Obi-Wan away.
“What worries me,” Anakin continued, both looking back to the Jedi. “Is the fact that someone tried to finish Obi-Wan off and that someone was on Coruscant.” He gave both of them a meaningful look as he sat there with Obi-Wan’s hand in his lap.
Fox and Rex traded looks.
They had worried about that too but their worry about Obi-Wan’s life had taken priority.
Now that they knew their vod’ika would be fine, that he would just need time, the thought was once more back.
“…I’ll send out feelers into the underworld on Coruscant,” Fox stated grimly, eyes dropping to Obi-Wan’s swollen one. His lips pulled into a thin line as he stared at the little Jedi and then he moved forward, carefully stroking his hand over Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Rest up Birdie. I’ll come see you again.” He promised softly.
Below the gaze of the three, Obi-Wan continued sleeping, unaware of the direction his life would take.
Lifting his snout to the biting wind and snow in an attempt to catch the scent of any settlement at all, Obi-Wan let out a mournful howl when he couldn’t catch even the slightest trace and nervously, the werewolf glanced back at the sled he was currently pulling.
Qui-Gon was injured, they were suppose to be hunting down the rumors of a core run slavery ring run on Alderaan of all places, Queen Marna Organa having personally requested Jedi intervention to ensure that if such a thing was really present on Alderaan, it would be uprooted and burned to remove the taint from their planet.
And they had been finding leads that lead Qui-Gon to believe there was an actual slavery ring on the planet.
The leads had lead them to the mountains and they had prepared appropriately for the trek up through the mountain passes and snow.
What they had not prepared for when they found the base of the slavers that had stationed themselves on the planet, was the avalanche the slavers in their desperation had triggered to get away from the Jedi.
They had all been buried and Obi-Wan, in his shock and fear, had forcibly transformed, his body forcing him into his larger wolf form that was easily the height of Qui-Gon’s hip and he had dug himself out of the snow after a befuddled moment of shock.
The issue with that was that in his wolf form, Obi-Wan couldn’t use the Force well, his Force senses were different, muted in a way and Qui-Gon had intended for them to train more and see if Obi-Wan could extend his Force powers.
They hadn’t had time for that yet, so Obi-Wan had to rely on his animal senses to find his master.
It had taken him half an hour to find his master afterward, whimpering as dug Qui-Gon out of the red tainted snow, coated as it was by Qui-Gon’s blood.
Qui-Gon had broken his right leg, the bone poking through and his ribs were clearly fractured too.
Everything around them were broken or ruined but Obi-Wan had eventually managed to find a broken hoversled and ropes, using paws and teeth to make a basic harness and wrap onto the broken hoversled.
It might not be hovering but at the very least he could pull it on the snow and it would glide.
He had also managed to find some half buried fabrics, though he wasn’t sure what kind it was and at that point, Qui-Gon had woken up enough to drag himself onto the sled.
Dazedly he had also helped Obi-Wan with the harness, making it more secure and tying it more tightly to the sled, all the while murmuring apologies to his padawan for what Obi-Wan was required to do.
Obi-Wan had tried to answer as best he could through the bond, sending a soothing sensation at him but neither of them were in a good state. Both were injured, Qui-Gon severely, Obi-Wan had forcibly transformed, their supplies were lost in the avalanche and the mountain was showing signs of a coming storm.
So he had simply gently butted his nose to Qui-Gon’s scraped up hand, pushing at it until Qui-Gon tucked himself under the fabric to cover up as best he could, sad blue eyes watching his padawan worriedly.
So Obi-Wan had started walking, the rope pulling harshly on his furry body, chafing painfully, the sled with Qui-Gon heavy but that didn’t stop Obi-Wan, he had done difficult and hard things before. They needed to get to safety, to a settlement or a cave or something, they needed to survive.
Force, he had been walking and running for so long now, his legs were hurting and even his furry body was cold, tongue hanging out as he panted for air but the his desperation for survival was pushing him forward.
But worse was the fact that Qui-Gon had long ago lost consciousness once more, his face pale and his breathing shallow, snow piling on top of the fabric all over the large humans body.
They both needed help and Obi-Wan howled once more before forcing himself forward once more, his legs shaking as bloody paw prints were snowed over in seconds as the copper wolf continued forward.
I’ll keep tagging people, since I can’t answer asks yet.
Oh, I love this! The way the clothes are falling off of babywan, and Anakin’s shocked expression and outstretched hand – Thank you so much! I love all your art, it’s wonderful!
I’ll keep tagging people, since I can’t answer asks yet.
Oh, I love this! The way the clothes are falling off of babywan, and Anakin’s shocked expression and outstretched hand – Thank you so much! I love all your art, it’s wonderful!
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