When the door opened, Cody thought nothing of it as he lifted his cup to his mouth and looked up, figuring it was just one of the 212th or 501st coming to see them and report. He ended up regretting it though as Longshot and Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway, the former with his arm around the latter.

But it was the appearance of his Jedi that sent Cody’s caff into the wrong pipe, his eyes watering as he hacked and choked despite jumping to his feet, the cup clattering to the floor as he forced his body to obey while making his way over. “General.” He gasped out, both from the shock and his impromptu coughing fit.

Obi-Wan looked a mess, his lip and face was swollen and bruising, his clothes was a rumpled mess and he had not missed that Obi-Wan was limping or the fact that Obi-Wan was leaning on Longshot arm.

And he was trembling.

For all the relief Obi-Wan’s eyes had, and concern at the coughing fit, he was trembling faintly, like a skittish, frightened tooka.

“Co-Cody, are you alright?” The man questioned and Cody had the hysterical urge to laugh as he instead reached out and cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, hearing Rex quietly comm Helix behind him.

Obi-Wan flinched under the touch. “I think I should be the one asking that sir.” Cody breathed out, staring at the other.

He hadn’t known the other was ordered to the Senate.

He had heard from Ponds what had happened to his General, had known that Mace Windu had been to the Rotunda but no one had said…

No one had seen Obi-Wan at the Rotunda, he thought the other was sleeping in the temple for ka’ra’s sake!

‘But he was in the Rotunda. Someone hurt him. Someone hurt my General.’ Cody swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to apologize, only for Obi-Wan to beat him to the punch as he folded himself down, his aura that usually filled rooms to make him seem so much larger than life to every trooper seemingly disappearing as he dropped himself to Cody’s shoulder with his hands finding the plastoid chest piece to hold onto.

Their General, a cliff in the face of misery and pain, finally broke for the waves as a sob escaped the man, clinging to Cody with the fragility of a newborn skrill pup and Cody felt his heart break, the shattered pieces digging its way around his chest.

From the look on Longshot’s face, he wasn’t the only one as Cody carefully reached up and wrapped his arms around the other man, feeling how he was pressing his face to Cody’s armor.

It must hurt, a faint part of Cody pointed out that Obi-Wan’s face was swollen, beaten for sure and the skin must be tender but Obi-Wan couldn’t seem to get enough of pressing closer to Cody as the commander hugged him, murmuring nonsensical but hopefully comforting words into the Jedi’s hair.

There was a commotion further down the hall, and on instinct, Cody drew Obi-Wan further into the room, rocking slowly in what felt like a useless motion but hoped was helping.

Proved to be a good decision as Helix suddenly arrived, his blacks hastily done up and a medpack in his hands, his hair wild and his eyes wide. If Cody was to take a guess,  the other had either been sleeping or had been having some fun.

Didn’t matter now.

When the CMO’s of the 212th eyes fell on Obi-Wan pressed to Cody’s shoulder, his eyes widened, narrowing and then a cool professionalism entered them in seconds as he took a deep breath.

They all knew how Obi-Wan was, treating him different wouldn’t help.

No, it would make things worse and Helix was doing his best it seemed.

Longshot touched the medic’s shoulder and Cody watched as the vod quickly tied the others hair into the familiar bun the medic wore his hair in with a piece of string from his belt pouch, Helix giving a grateful nod before he approached and gently touched Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Just as when Cody touched him minutes earlier, Obi-Wan flinched and reluctantly lifted reddened eyes to meet Helix, the medic’s expression wobbling before settling on a gentle expression. “Look’s like you could use a helping hand sir,” He murmured, lifting the first aid pack into view. Something told Cody it wouldn’t be enough. “Would you be willing to come to the medbay?” Helix realized it too.

But was willing to leave the decision in Obi-Wan’s hands.

After the night he had, Obi-Wan needed to be able to make choices and the troopers would make adjustment as needed.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan, after letting out a hiccuping cough, nodded slowly. “Y-Yes Helix, I…” Obi-Wan glanced nervously at Cody.

Settling his hand on the Jedi’s shoulder, feeling a flinch in the other despite Cody telegraphing his movements. “I’ll come with if you want.” Cody stated softly, smiling sadly when Obi-Wan desperately latched onto his arm.

As if to reassure himself that Cody would indeed come.

Shifting closer, Cody raised his arm so the other could lean on it instead, murmuring softly as they started walking through the suspiciously empty white hall, Helix leading them to the medbay.

He gave Rex and Longshot a burning glance over his shoulder, a silent order that both nodded grimly to.

Find out who had the General and find out now.

Because Cody’s priority was right here and now, with Obi-Wan as the other limped slowly at his side, Cody resisting the urge to bridal carry his Jedi and wrap him protectively away.

The Senate was going to burn.