Plo Koon

Fallen for you is great! I like how they are all reaching out to each other. Can we see Palpatine getting shut down everytime he tries to get in contact with Anakin? Because he deserves all the bad things, while Anakin deserves good things

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Frowning faintly to himself, Plo stared at the comm in his hand for
several long minutes, his mind lost in thought before he got to his
feet and made his way out of his own quarters with the comm he had
been entrusted held tightly in his grasp.

When Anakin, rubbing the
back of his neck sheepishly with Obi-Wan at his side, had arrived and
quietly asked Plo to take over his comm for a while, Plo had been
endeared by the trust given him.

Now he was annoyed.

Because in the last four
days he had the comm, the chancellor had tried to contact Anakin not
once, not twice but eight times.

Three calls and five
message functions and a this point he was not only annoyed by the
constant interruption to his own life but also alarmed by how much
the chancellor of the Republic took contact with one Jedi knight.

For what purpose the
Chancellor wouldn’t tell Plo and that was enough to send several
red flags up to the top and Plo needed…

A second opinion.

Skywalker had trusted him
to hold his comm, to keep distraction to a minimum while the boy
tried to deal with his own Fallen state and Plo would do his best as
someone trusted to do that.

Pausing in front of the
door, Plo glanced at the name plate before knocking, waiting.

“Caleb, no don-wait! Oh
for… you are cleaning that up padawan.” Came from inside the
quarters and Plo couldn’t help but grin as he heard the familiar
chuckle of Mace Windu mix in with Depa’s exasperated tone.

“Karma sure is a thing
isn’t it Depa?” He stated in a faux innocent voice and Plo could
almost imagine all the younglings faces.

And they were younglings
to him.

Most of the temple outside
of Yoda and a few wookie Jedi were far to young to be anything but. And Yaddle was an age mate.

Finally the door opened, a
frazzled Depa standing to attention before she saw who it was, a
smile crossing her face as one of her braids dropped into her face.
“Master Plo, what an unexpected pleasure, please, come in and
excuse the mess.” She stepped back and he stepped in.

And firmly paused, staring
into the room before slowly turning his head to look at Mace, the man
standing over by the bedroom doors with a wicked grin on his face as
Depa’s young padawan continued trying to remove what looked like
sticky blue gum off the floor, walls and caff table. “What in Force
name…” Plo couldn’t help but chuckled.

“Caleb science
experiment went wrong.” Mace continued to grin wickedly and Plo couldn’t help
but chuckle too, remembering a certain young lady’s own science
experiment going very wrong in Mace old quarters.

If he had heard the rumors right, the
left wall was still red tinted from that experiment. “I see.” He
turned his head to smirk at Depa and laughed outright when she stuck
her tongue out at both older Jedi.

Shaking herself, Depa face
turned from a smirk to a small smile. “Is there anything I can help
you with Master Plo? I’d offer you something but I’m afraid I
don’t have anything safe for kel dors but as it is, you can come in
with boots on since we need to do a hard clean after Caleb’s little
experiment.” The human stated, her young padawan’s clearly
blushing a deep red.

Reminded why he had made
his way to these quarters, Plo humor faded as he lifted the comm,
catching Mace attention. “I’m afraid I’m in need of a second
opinion my friends. Knight Skywalker has given me his comm for the
foreseeable future to limit distraction and I have in turn discovered
something… alarming in my eyes. Sate a potentially foolish man’s
worries.” He murmured.

The two older humans
exchanged looks, Caleb pausing in his cleaning to peek up with wide,
curious eyes.

In the end, three alarmed
council members were the result of Plo’s excursion, all of them
asking the same thing.

Why was the Chancellor
trying so desperately to speak with Knight Skywalker and was this a
common occurrence? And if so, how long had the Chancellor of the
Republic been speaking with the young knight like so.

Had this been going on
since he was a padawan, when he was no more than ten and just a child
that didn’t know better than to listen to an authority figure?

The implication of it were
not… comforting to any of them, even Caleb, squeezing out a rag of
blue water into a bucket, looked uncomfortable.

“Skywalker needs all the
space he can get right now,” Depa murmured, a hand resting on chin
with fingers sprawled against her lips. “But we can try asking
Obi-Wan while Skywalker is in his own therapy with you… this has to
be done cautiously regardless, if we were to discover something…”
She trailed off.

Three masters exchanged
long, uneasy looks.

This was building to be
something that should not been allowed to happen.

What happens when the Siths find out that Jedi!Obi is seeing Sith!Obi’s memories? Do some of the siths get some ideas about remaking Obi into theirs?

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Tapping his nails together, Plo let
out a deep rumbling hum before shaking his head. “If you want my
opinion, I believe this is due to this Obi-Wan dimension jumping, he
is now soaking up the last experience of our Obi-Wan. How or why is a
good question but that is my theory at the very least.” He frowned
deeply before sighing, his mask making the sound echo as he shook his
head.

Rubbing
his chin, Qui-Gon nodded slowly as
he stroked his beard to try and groom it down, grateful that both
Anakin and Obi-Wan was out of the quarters once more when the two
council members had shown up at the door.

Both
he and Anakin had been severely distressed by Obi-Wan’s confession
to his dream, their own memories of their Obi-Wan…

It
had been painful, grief they
had both repressed coming back to bite them hard with the living,
physical representation of what their Obi-Wan could
have looked like standing uncertainly in the doorway in front of
them.

Qui-Gon
would have to replace the kitchen counter top and
Anakin had needed to escape the temple for a while, taking Obi-Wan
somewhere on an outing to try and gain more trust.

Hopefully
it would at least take a few more hours since their quarters were
currently infected with two Sith council members sitting on the
leather couch and Qui-Gon wasn’t sure how Obi-Wan would react to
the two in such close quarters.

He
had only just started relaxing with both Qui-Gon and Anakin, even
allowing Anakin to pull him close and hold him in the evening after
dinner and a part of Qui-Gon had wondered about touch starvation…
but that was impossible, right?

He
was Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon’s little Obi-Wan.

Even
a Jedi Qui-Gon would have adored their Obi-Wan… right?

“I’m
honestly just grateful Obi-Wan didn’t try fleeing out the window at
your reactions,” Depa stared Qui-Gon down with gleaming golden
eyes, the once young girl having become a burning beacon in the dark
and a woman befitting of the status of dark lady. You either bowed
for her or you died. “He was more skittish last I saw him but
moving through the hall at Anakin’s side, he barely even tensed at
the sight of other Sith.” She finished, shrugging elegantly at
Qui-Gon’s questioning glance.

Rubbing
his chin, Qui-Gon breathed out. “Yes but Anakin has been working
with him, he’s made a lot of headway since Obi-Wan’s little…
incident. It also helps that I have vowed not to enter his bedroom
without permission… He is… very broken still,” He trailed off
then sighed loudly. “And before either of you suggest it, or any of
the other council members does when you bring the report to them,
turning Obi-Wan would break
him. He is clearly mired in the Light.” He stated sternly, eyes
flashing.

Both
Depa and Plo raised their hands. “I would not suggest it, this
Obi-Wan is clearly different from ours despite being similar in
appearance. I do not think even the absorption of whatever remains of
Obi-Wan’s spirit would turn this Obi-Wan.” Plo drawled.

Depa
nodded before leaning forward. “I am honestly more worried about us
breaking him permanently. Does he now look Anakin in the face or is
he still avoiding him?” She stated, brows furrowed.

Sighing,
sitting back in his chair, Qui-Gon just tiredly waved his hands. “It
depends. Some days he is in a ‘good’ mood so to speak and he
looks both me and Anakin in the eyes and doesn’t do much more than
flinch a bit but other days he can’t do as much as speak to us
without jumping and wrapping himself up in his own arms and
if I or Anakin as much as brush against him, he will flee to his own
bedroom to hide for an hour or two…” He trailed off as a
disbelieving silence rose.

After
a long, speechless moment, Depa spat out a vile, very unladylike
curse before sighing and leaning forward, pressing her elbows to her
knees with her face in her hands. “Coming to a different universe
is clearly traumatic but this goes beyond
even that and he shows no sign of even wanting to go back… we need
to know what happened.” She growled out quietly, the dark
flickering like a snake in wait for it’s prey.

Neither
male Sith reacted to it though, outside of nodding in agreement.

“Getting
him to tell us is the real issue,” Plo murmured, frowning before
sighing and standing. “We will be delivering this news to the rest
of the council, Yoda is still out hunting for Dooku however, so we
must wait to inform him.” Plo continued, headless of Qui-Gon’s
little flinch at the mention of his lineage.

The
fact that his master had turned on them was enraging but more than
that, Qui-Gon reacted to the betrayal, the betrayal not only towards
him but towards Obi-Wan’s memory. “I wish him a happy hunt then…
if any of you have a suggestion, I’d be willing to ta-”

“Actually,”
Depa cut him off, interrupting Qui-Gon much to his displeasure as she
stood. “I do have a minor suggestion…” She said thoughtfully,
standing with her hands in her silky black robe sleeves, the sun
catching the silver thread pattern of the hems.

Raising
one brushy brow, Qui-Gon peered up at the Sith council member.
“Indeed?” He drawled.

“Have
you tested how he reacts to the clone troopers?” The words crossed
her lips and Qui-Gon felt a small shiver down his back even as he
turned thoughtful, rubbing his chin slowly with a small frown.

The
troopers…

In JediAreCats can we see everyone going»Wait they like each other?!?!?» To the relationship plo Koon has with his wolf pack/son’s (since everyone thinks cats and dogs hate each other) (♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ and take my platonic love for you are amazing)

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Rubbing his chin, Mace glanced at Obi-Wan and then jerked lightly
towards the napping pile, getting a small shrug in return. “Yeah, I
don’t know either. It’s always surprising to see them all like
this.” He stated quietly.

The
reason for their little staring game?

Plo
Koon and his wolfpack, currently curled up in the sun all together
with Plo in the middle and the rest of the pack settled around.

From
what Obi-Wan understood, the Wolfpack were actually mixed in with
some canine DNA, making them more wolfish and predatory in nature
than the rest of the troopers.

That
didn’t always mix so well with felines and Jedi had sometimes
encountered people with canine DNA that reacted rather negatively to
their presence.

It had
been one of the small worries at the start of the war when Plo had
taken on the Wolfpack.

However,
to many’s surprise, the troopers reacted just as any other clone
and wrapped around their Jedi in a tightly knit, protective pack.

They
were even more attuned to Plo than most troopers even, more aware of
the under currant of instincts that the Jedi fought against with the
Force and knew better than anyone when to step in to help their Jedi
and how to behave around said Jedi when the instincts, in a rare
moment, got the better of Plo.

Plo,
Yaddle and Yoda were very old and all three of them had good handles
on their instincts… most of the time that was.

There
were instances where even Yoda, Yaddle and Plo’s instincts were
pushed to the brink and they gave after for them.

Like
when they were napping in sunny spots and woke abruptly from said
naps.

Obi-Wan
had a very vivid memory of Qui-Gon pouncing on Yoda during one of
their returns to the temple, both of them tired but Qui-Gon feeling
mischievous on his instincts when they saw Yoda napping in the
gardens.

The
big human had slunk off, shockingly silent for a man his size and
made his way to Yoda as everyone nearby had either watched in
suspense or been held back by their friends so Qui-Gon could do said
pouncing on his Grandmaster.

Yoda
had not been amused and had retaliated by Force showing
Qui-Gon high and fast up into the sky, the big man landing with a
humongous splash right into the closest river and coming out sopping
and spluttering as Yoda grunted in satisfaction before going right
back to his nap as everyone around cackled.

Obi-Wan
had faint memories of scuttling around a dripping Qui-Gon,
alternating between being worried like a kit and wanting to rub up
against him like a kitten seeking reassurance and giggling at the
sight of his master looking like a drowned cat.

It was
a fonder memory of gentler days.

Smiling
slightly to himself, fiddling with his bell, Obi-Wan glanced around
and found Cody, settled on a crate as he spoke with Ponds, the two
commanders looking like they were debating rather heavily.

His
smile grew at the sight of relaxed men, being able to be just that…
be relaxed.

There
were patrols out and people working but mostly people were getting to
relax as it was the still before the storm.

“We’re
lucky to have them, aren’t we?” Mace rumbled, his voice breaking
through Obi-Wan’s thoughts suddenly.

Glancing
at the older man, Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “Anyone else would have
exposed all of our habits… not all of them to be spiteful but out
of feeling the rest of the galaxy should know or because they find it
hilarious but the troopers… they only make short little videos,”
He looked back at Cody and Ponds, his smile softening with fondness.
“Nothing that could harm us, nothing that could bite back but only
shows us as…” He trailed off.

“Sentient
beings just like everyone else, compassionate and flawed like
everyone else and yet worth care.” Mace added, crossing his arms
over his chest.

Obi-Wan
knew that Mace wasn’t too fond of the exposed ‘Jedi are cats’
but that he understood the impact it was having on the public and
therefore was allowing it.

It was
nice to be welcomed for once instead of looked at with suspicion, the
people they interacted with curiously waiting to see the feline
behavior.

‘Maybe…
we could make it out of this war… maybe.’ Obi-Wan mused, flushing
when he saw Cody’s eyes trained on him, fondness in the troopers
eyes.

In Fallen For You, I’d love to see some notable progress for the boys. Obi-Wan regaining physical strength, even if cautious emotionally, and Anakin connecting with the Force well with Plo in calm. (perhaps Kenobi’s early anger issues just are to simiilar to work well for Ani? Or Ahsoka’s training in jarkai give Obi-Wan needed confidence? Just more?

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Breathing out heavily, Anakin’s
eyes opened slowly, flickering blue for a few seconds before turning
back to yellow as he blinked at the master in front of him, the
two kneeling in the quarters of the older master.

It
felt like he had been there for hours, kneeling on the cold floor,
facing master Plo but Anakin knew, by the moving shadow on the floor,
that no more than an hour and a half had passed since it was still
daylight.

“How
do you feel?” Plo murmured once
he was sure Anakin had surfaced from his meditation,
lifting one hand off his lap
to push
the tray between them towards the human.

Huffing
slightly, shakily grasping the glass
of mixed fruit juices, Anakin swallowed thickly. “Somehow sore and
pained despite simply sitting here. I can’t believe how hard this
is.” He mumbled quietly, voice slightly raspy before he took a big
sip of juice to sooth his
parched throat as best he could.

Nodding
slowly, Plo stroked his chin slowly. “I’m not shocked, the dark
side is not the path for those who enjoy comforts, it is built on
pain, wrath,
despair and grief as you
know. To
purge it from oneself has to be more difficult than defending oneself
from it as Jedi do through
their entire life.” He
settled on with a deep sigh.

Finishing
off the cold juice, grateful that Plo had the forethought to get
some, Anakin nodded slowly. “I
still can’t thank you enough for doing this, I know I haven’t
done much progress and I know it’s been hard but do
not think I’m not grateful.”
He pointed out quietly, lips
twitching into a half smile.

Plo
paused, tilting his head before chuckling quietly, shaking his head
slowly. “The
right thing is never simple to do,” Plo smiled kindly at him, the
time Anakin had spent with the kel dor master making it easier for
the human to read the shifts in facial traits that the breathing mask
couldn’t hide. “And for a friend, it is the least I can do.” He
raised one clawed hand, resting it on Anakin’s shoulder.

Those words humbled and
delighted Anakin at the same time, defanged that constantly hissing
snake in his chest that tried to wrap around him a thousand times to
enrage him and he couldn’t do anything but smile at the kel dor.

Patting his shoulder
lightly, Plo hummed before standing up and offering his hand to
Anakin, helping him up.

Something he actually
needed.

With a deep groan and a
loud knee pop, Anakin finally stood on slightly wobbly legs with the
juice bottle held in his free hand. “Force, it feels more like I’ve
gone five rounds in the salle instead of meditating. Or a boxing
match with a besalisk.” He huffed deeply.

Chuckling louder at that,
Plo settled his hand on Anakin’s back, guiding him towards the
door. “Sometimes, when one is in turmoil, that is just how it is.
But onto other news, how has Obi-Wan been doing this week?” He questioned as they stopped
by the door, both reaching for their boots.

Slipping the bottle into
his belt hook quickly, Anakin let out a weary but pleased smile.
“Showing progress since last month, the healers are apparently really pleased with
his physical progress and his conversations with his commander is
also proving fruitful.” He grinned down at his boots, snapping the
fastenings shut.

“That is good, having
someone to confide in is good.” Plo’s voice was deep and
soothing.

‘I want it to be me
though…’ Anakin’s heart ached a bit but he knew that he wasn’t
the best one for Obi-Wan to be speaking to.

They both knew that should
Obi-Wan speak with Anakin about the trauma of what he went through,
it would keep Anakin angry, it would trigger him and as someone
trying to escape from the dark side as he was, he couldn’t be
constantly angry.

So they had found a
compromise.

Anakin went to see Plo and
Obi-Wan spoke with Cody, both getting the help they needed.

Of course, Obi-Wan didn’t
only speak with Cody but about this particular subject, he trusted
Cody more than anyone.

And Cody was apparently
slowly getting him to accept the idea of going to a professional
about it too, someone to speak to that could help him untangle the
complicated mess of emotions.

Anakin was honestly
wondering if he shouldn’t do the same thing.

He needed to get better,
for his own sake, for Obi-Wan’s sake and for Ahsoka’s sake.

As he was, he was too
volatile to be a good master and as much as it stung, he had agreed
to temporarily transfer Ahsoka to Plo Koon’s care as a Fallen
master was not a good master, especially one that had to fight
against lashing out when he got emotional.

He didn’t speak up about
any of those thoughts however and simply smiled sadly at Plo,
breathing out when the kel dor placed his hand on Anakin’s shoulder
again.

“It will be well my
friend, do not despair, nothing worth doing is easy and nothing that
is right is simple but in the end it is worth it.” He spoke calmly
to the human.

A deep breath escaped
Anakin at that before he nodded, smiling slightly as he stepped out
of the quarters with Plo following him, the two falling into step
through the empty corridor.

Can we get more of fallen for you?

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There
is irrefutable facts of life.

Everyone
who gets born will one day have to die, no one lives forever after
all, not even stars.

Every
being in the entire galaxy has to feed in some manner.

And
Commander Cody of the 212th
is a clone.

But
he is also human that can offer comfort and in this moment, that is
what he will continue to do as he sits on General Kenobi’s couch,
the man pressed against his chest as he sits with his head pressed to
Cody’s shoulder, his breathing slow.

He’s
not asleep, far from it but he’s clearly tired, having haltingly
spoken with Cody about what he had gone through.

The
words burned Cody and he was going to murder anyone involved in the
capture the moment he got his hands on them but for now, Cody will
sit and cuddle his General, arms around Obi-Wan with a gentle hand
resting in Obi-Wan’s hair, gently rubbing his scalp, the other
settled around the man’s waist.

Just
a gentle reassurance that Cody was there, that this was real and that
whatever Obi-Wan got into his mind, he would be safe.

“…Thank
you.” Obi-Wan finally whispered, his voice rough and the first
words he had said in half an hour since he had quietly spoken about
all that had happened and how he felt.

Pressing
his chin into Obi-Wan’s short cut hair, Cody cupped the back of his
General’s head. “I don’t know how things are going to proceed
or if anything is going to change,” He murmured, feeling Obi-Wan
tense against him as that had been one of the worries Obi-Wan had
aired to him. “I can’t promise anything will stay the same and
how could they be after what happened to you but,” Cody paused,
feeling Obi-Wan still against him. “I can promise you that the vode
is here for you, I can promise that regardless what else happens,
we’ll have your back and I can promise you that I will never judge
you and I will always listen and respect you General… Obi-Wan.”
He tightened his grasp.

For
several seconds, Obi-Wan remained still as a statue against Cody and
he wondered if he had done wrong.

But
then Obi-Wan turned on the couch and breaking Cody’s hug, settling
on his knees instead to face the commander as he wrapped his arms
around Cody instead, hugging him as tightly as possible with his
declined muscle mass and body, the starved and beaten body that was
still healing containing a surprising amount of strength.

Against
Cody’s neck, a whisper of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’ echoed
like a mantra and Cody couldn’t help but wonder just how broken up
Obi-Wan had been about everything.

Jedi
were suppose to be strong and powerful.

They
weren’t suppose to break down.

Or
that was the understanding of the rest of the galaxy at least.

And
yet here Cody was, knowing better, holding his General in a
comforting embrace as he let the man cry and break down against him.

()()()

Accepting
the cup gingerly, Anakin blearily looked up at Plo, his eyes
feeling heavy and sore.

The
kel dor simply smiled at him before settling down on his couch, hands
settled in his lap. “Drink, humans need to replenish their fluids
after they cry.” He encouraged quietly.

Swallowing
thickly, Anakin nodded and took a small sip, pleasantly surprised by
the fruity flavor and his surprise must have been visible on his face
because the master chuckled quietly and gave a small hand wave with
his left hand.

“I
have gusts often enough that I keep refreshments and even some snacks
on hands for them, there is a reason why I have an oxygen setting for
my quarters after all.” Plo easily pointed out and Anakin gave a
shaky smile at that. “That does make sense…” He mumbled,
glancing around around
the quarters.

He
hadn’t really noticed that when he arrived, he had been a bit
surprised to see the master in his goggles and breathing mask at the
door after Anakin had knocked
on his door but he hadn’t really given it much thought.

Too
occupied with his own mind.

Too
consumed with what he needed to do, what he had
to do if he ever wanted to recover and help Obi-Wan recover too.

But
really, now that it was pointed out, it made a lot more sense as Plo
Koon as sa kel dor needed dorin gas to breath along with other gasses
and wasn’t compatible with oxygen. But if the man often had guests,
things made a lot more sense.

Smiling
slightly, Plo gestured lightly again. “As for what we talked
about…” He trailed off and Anakin tensed a bit, quickly taking
another sip of the fruity drink. “The only thing I can tell you is
that you need to keep trying, keep finding the light and calming
down. I would advice meditation, however,” He chuckled when Anakin
grimaced. “I know that’s not your strongest forte on your own.”

Tapping
his metal fingers on the glass, Anakin breathed out while suppressing
the irrational surge of anger in his chest as he looked down at his
knees. “…No, no it’s not.” He admitted, Obi-Wan’s voice so
long ago piping up in his brain, telling him that admitting to
shortcomings weren’t a weakness.

“But
maybe I can help.” Anakin looked up, blinking at Plo as the man sat
up on the couch, still smiling warmly at the Fallen Jedi.

For feralchild, so can we assume that Obi-wan lets some of the clones go? Because clearly Plo and Wolffe belong together!

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Narrowing
his eyes faintly in thought, Obi-Wan held his hand out to the
terminal and gathered the Force, the whisper of power sounding in his
ears as the screen began to roll through pages, ever going faster and
faster as Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered up into his skull as the Force
guided him.

Ping.

‘This
one.’ Obi-Wan opened his eyes, staring at the page for a few
seconds before breathing out and leaning forward to read, stroking
his beard slowly even as the door to the office opened. He spoke
before looking up. “I’m willing to share this one with you, but
only because I sense a connection. They’re still all mine, but
Wolffe can also be yours even if I have main custody,” He glanced
up at Plo, eyeing the Kel Door for a moment before glancing back
down. “I will consider it your sworn duty to keep them alive
though, Wolffe and whoever of his batchmates follow him.” He eased
as he glanced over another line of galactic basic.

Plo
stood there for a few moments before humming approvingly. “Wolffe,
a name for a hunter. I very much like it.” He murmured as he moved
in through the door, glancing around the sparse office of whoever the
kaminoan
lab
tech or worker who
used it originally. He raised a brow in surprise.

“Cody
is showing my little monster and Qui-Gon around, introducing them to
my personal battalion.” Obi-Wan stated calmly, tapping his fingers
on the desk as he paused.

The
man slowly focused back on Obi-Wan at that. “…You sent your
little monster and master away… unusual.” He cocked both brows.

Pausing
too, Obi-Wan stared at the screen then leaned his elbows on the desk,
peering at Plo. “I know my reputation, I have a reputation for
being possessive and dangerous. I’m not shamed by my reputation…”
He drawled slowly before pausing again then sighing. “But I also
know that eventually my little monster has to go and spread his wings
and sink his claws into the galaxy. So I’ll do my best by him now,”
Obi-Wan straightened, tapping the terminal screen. “And so I’ve
found him a companion for the road.” He smirked in satisfaction.

It
should bring a chill to Plo’s spine.

The
dangerous curl of Obi-Wan’s lips, the flash of fangs, the spark in
his eyes…but all it made him do was chuckle softly in amusement as
he nodded and then left to find Wolffe and get to know him some more,
him and his batchmates that he now shared custody with Obi-Wan over.

Standing,
Obi-Wan stretched and breathed out, following after Plo as he tracked
his apprentice down with his former master, sensing Cody with him
and…well this was a surprise, a welcomed one.

Smirking
slightly, Obi-Wan looped through the halls in an easy glide, inwardly
noting with glee how several kaminoans made very abrupt changes to
their paths when they noticed he was coming, pretending they weren’t
avoiding him.

Oh
the power to make sycophants turn tail heh, it did always amuse
Obi-Wan.

Finally
though, Obi-Wan tracked the four down, finding them in a shooting
range as Cody explained the blaster lessons all clones were taught,
though the moment he noticed Obi-Wan, he gave his full attention to
the Sith, shifting his entire body in his direction while saluting.
“General Kenobi, you’ve done with your research?” Cody
questioned, having already been aware of what Obi-Wan was up to.

Humming,
Obi-Wan crossed the floor to rest a hand on Anakin’s shoulder,
nodding to Cody as he noted to himself how tall Anakin was becoming,
well that was slightly annoying but oh well, Qui-Gon was tall too.
“Indeed, thank
you for guiding them around Commander Cody,” Obi-Wan smiled
inwardly at the bristle of pride in Cody’s aura before turning his
eyes on the other trooper standing there. “Rex, correct?”

The
trooper started, blinking in shock at Obi-Wan before nodding quickly,
saluting. “Yes sir, I’m… surprised you know.” He stated a bit
nervously.

They
weren’t used to people knowing their names, were used to the
kaminoan’s culling them for independence, used to hiding even those
shreds that made them people.

Well,
Obi-Wan knew they were people.

His
people, and he was going to make sure the kaminoans never touched
them again.

Squeezing
Anakin’s shoulder, Obi-Wan turned his eyes to the other to find
expecting and curious yellow meeting his. “Little monster, this is
Captain Rex,” He looked back to the find the Captain’s eyes widen
slightly only to narrow in sudden understanding. “Captain Rex, this
is my apprentice, Anakin Skywalker. Treat him well.” Obi-Wan
chuckled softly as the two cautiously meet each other for real as the
team they were going to be.

Just
as Cody belonged to Obi-Wan, Rex would be at Anakin’s side.

Someone
to trust.

Someone
to understand.

Someone,
who did not have loyalty to Obi-Wan first.

And
maybe, someone who could become a friend.

#immortalplans: what is happening with the little immortal family? How are they handling their little mortal?

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Smiling
softly as he watched from the balcony with the rest of the masters
and the recently turned master’s of padawans knights, Qui-Gon
leaned on the balcony rail as he watched Obi-Wan working
on his little delicate Force sculpture, his lips pursed and his eyes
squinted in a thoughtful manner.

His
boy was growing, full on nine years and growing into his teeth and
ready for a proper nice braid.

He
still hadn’t quite managed to convince Obi-Wan that he didn’t
need to wear the padawan haircut but honestly, if that was what the
boy wanted, then that was what he was going to get.

‘But
hopefully Anakin or Xanatos can convince him not to get it, I do so
like his russet hair.’ Qui-Gon thought fondly as Obi-Wan stuck his
tongue out of his mouth as he carved out another piece of the clay.

It
was starting to look like a zabrak for some reason.

A
part of Qui-Gon harrumphed
but the rest of him reminded him of the conversation he and Anakin
had.

It
still brought him chills.

The
confession that had passed Anakin’s lips, the knowledge of how
close Anakin had come to falling that night Shmi Skywalker had died.

How
Qui-Gon’s ignorance had almost cost him his own padawan to the
darkness.

He
couldn’t allow that to happen with Obi-Wan and therefore he would
listen and listen well.

Yan
hadn’t wasted any time after Anakin had confessed to all of them to
thwap
Qui-Gon over
the head with a pad, his face the picture of fury before he grabbed
the taller man by the ear and dragged him away.

The
worst part of it hadn’t been the rather mild smack his old master
had given him over the head but the quiet disappointment oozing off
the man as he quietly but intently explained to him the importance of
both the living and the unifying Force and the importance of
listening to ones padawan.

He
had also used examples where Yan, a follower of the unifying Force,
had given into comfort areas where Qui-Gon, a follower of the living
Force, during their own apprenticeship.

There
had only been a tiny succulent in Yan’s quarters before Qui-Gon
after all.

And
so Qui-Gon had gotten both a verbal and a physical reminder that for
all that he was old, for all that he was experienced… his decisions
were not the only ones that mattered.

‘And
it’s for the best, Obi-Wan now comes to me for everything, speaks
with me without hesitation when he has troubles.’ Qui-Gon noted
fondly to himself, waving lightly when the boy looked up.

Green
eyes sparkled to with happiness before he waved in return quickly
only to eep when part of his sculpture crumbled, turning quickly back
to it to fix his mistake.

“You
shouldn’t distract him, this is difficult enough as a youngling
without a master teasing you.” A playful voice spoke up and Qui-Gon
chuckled, tilting his head in greeting as he was joined by his
friend.

Leaning
on the rail too, Plo sent him the kel dor version of a friendly smile
even as Qui-Gon gave the other man a wink. “Oh, he has time.
Whatever he fails with now he will master with time. After all, that
is why he is here as my padawan, to learn.” Qui-Gon noted fondly,
turning his head back to the classroom below.

His
smile grew as he saw a blushing Obi-Wan smile as his young mon
calamari friend as she giggled and patted him on the shoulder, his
young padawan needing to start anew with his sculpture.

Humming,
Plo nodded before falling silent for a few minutes. “…The council
would like to speak with you old friend, we’ve had some…
disturbing eyewitnesses.” He suddenly murmured.

Qui-Gon
felt something cold slither into his stomach, feeling more than
hearing that silence grew around them, the other Jedi listening.
“Oh?” He murmured, keeping his tone light on purpose.

Plo
hummed, staring down at the class. “…Qui-Gon, keep a good eye on
your padawan and… don’t let him go on any excursions, not unless
you’re there with him.” Plo noted before straightening and bowing
slightly to his human friend.

Watching
the back of the other, Qui-Gon swallowed thickly, slowly returning
his eyes to his happy looking padawan.

‘Don’t…
allow him on excursions?’

The
thought buzzed in his mind as Qui-Gon couldn’t help but imagine a
target
on
his very mortal padawan.

I sent this before but had a bad internet connection at the time so IDK if it went through. In Kyber Tears, do Obi-Wan’s parents see the footage? do they contact the Jedi because that’s their baby that was taken from them? Really, I’m surprised the Jedi hadn’t tried finding them somehow to see if they approved of him being in the temple or if they wanted him back, to see if they had lost him unwillingly, or if they had sold him.

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Rubbing
his forehead slightly, Obi-Wan glanced at the darkened window of the
council chamber, inwardly sighing tiredly as he noted how dark it had
become.

Where
had all the hours gone?

‘Into
discussing Mr Augustine’s
actions, exploring the laws and what we can do,
sending subpoenas and evidence around to Senate, the reporters boss
and the judicial so
we can get the ball rolling,
that’s where. Least
it’s wrapping up now, Anakin has called twice to hear where I was
and checking that we had food and drink up here.’
He thought tiredly as he glanced further up to the dark skyline,
staring at the blackness where no star shone.

He
longed for the stars and he could spot along his nose the glow of his
own freckle stars shining in response to his wish.

Wasn’t
quite the same as watching a black sky full of stars, like a dark
carpet dotted with the most beautiful of gems in the entire galaxy.

“Obi-Wan”
The voice broke through his reverie and he turned his head, looking
towards Adi instead as his fellow master smiled softly at him.

Smiling
wryly in return, ignoring how her eyes flickered over the path of
stars in his face, Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair to rest his elbow
on the arm lean and his head on hand. “Yes Adi, can I help you with
something?” He murmured, his voice offering some amusement.

The
lack of an honorific meant this was not official but personal and at
least that meant that she too agreed the tedious discussion was over.

Her
smile turned sadder. “The Stewjon government finally granted access
to their medcenter’s DNA files, due to… well you know.” She
shifted a bit.

Obi-Wan’s
breath caught in his throat at the implication.

For
years now the Stewjon had been denying them access, denying them the
occasion to compare Obi-Wan’s blood sample to their population in
an effort to find Obi-Wan’s family, if he had any.

A
Jedi searching for answers wasn’t enough for them to open up their
servers they said, to violate their citizens rights…

So
Obi-Wan had been denied answers for all those decades.

But
now…

He
had so many questions, so many things he wished to know.

Had
he really been sold, was he abandoned, did his parents value monetary
value over their own flesh and blood or had he truly been stolen from
a family that loved him?

Were
the questions finally within reach of being answered?

Was…
had
he once been loved simply for existing?

“Oh?”
He whispered, his voice sounding strange even to himself.

The
council chamber was so oddly silent. Were
his words echoing?

Adi’s
smile turned sadder, the tholothians expression all Obi-Wan needed as
his heart grew cold and heavy.

“I’m
sorry Obi-Wan,” She murmured. “They were dead. Your parents died
about two weeks after you turned one. The report of their death said
it was a skirmish and your parents were well armed, no one knows if…”
Adi trailed off, watching him closely.

Obi-Wan
closed his eyes then slowly shifted forward until he could drop his
elbows on his knees and his head into his hands.

There
were no answers for him.

If
his parents sold him there was no evidence, a deal could go wrong
after all, maybe they changed their minds or maybe they were
attacked… but how had the pirates found out Obi-Wan could cry
kyber?

‘Maybe
they saw me… or maybe my parents told them… maybe my parents
wanted me or maybe they sold me… there is no one left to answer
that question, that died with them.’ Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

He
jerked a bit in shock when he felt a touch to his knee, not having
heard anything and when he raised his head, he meet Yoda’s dark
eyes.

The
old troll looked contemplative but also sad. “Life a happy
beginning you did not have, but survived you did,” He croaked out,
one gnarled hand resting on Obi-Wan’s knee and the other on his
cane. “Survive to come to us you did. Joy you bring Obi-Wan,
happiness you deserve. A family here you have.” Yoda patted at his
knee lightly.

Opening
his mouth, uncertain what to say, Obi-Wan was saved from answering
when another pair of hands found his shoulders and he turned his head
to see Plo standing at his side, the two oldest members of the
council coming to their youngest in his time of need.

“Your
life started in a cage,” Plo murmured, his hands resting on
Obi-Wan’s shoulders and therefore he felt the flinch Obi-Wan tried
to contain.“But that does not define you Obi-Wan, your life of
darkness has
become
a life of light and love.” He squeezed gently.

Tearing
up, Obi-Wan felt something thick in his throat and this time, when a
warm, caramel colored hand rested on his cheek, he wasn’t surprised
as he turned his head to meet Depa’s gentle gaze. “Your life has
changed Obi-Wan and though there are no answers for your past, there
are still days in the sun for you future, for your family here in the
Order at your side, revered equal and loving friend.” She stated
softly.

Two
large drops started to roll down his glowing face and Obi-Wan’s
hands moved automatically to catch them as Plo spoke once more, each
council members Force aura pressing against Obi-Wan’s with warmth,
affection and care as they affirmed without words that they agreed.
“And we are proud
to call you our friend Obi-Wan. You, who walked out of the darkness
of a cage and into the light of peace and love, you who has seen the
worst of the galaxy and yet still remain unbent and unbroken.” Plo
paused and then leaned down, whispering. “Qui-Gon would have been
proud
of you.”

Hiccuping,
Obi-Wan felt something in his chest settle, something tight and hot
loosening up as he stared at those he called fellow council members
and Jedi, the words sounding in his mind like a mantra.

And
in his
palms, two soft pink kyber tears rested, resonating with love,
devotion and warmth as
they twinkled with their own unique light.

#shutmedown- how does dinner with Anakin and Plo go?

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Opening
up the door, Count Dooku stared at them in surprise before visibly
shaking
himself and smiling faintly. “Master Koon, young padawan Skywalker,
to what do I owe the pleasure?” He murmured calmly.

Smiling
faintly in return, Plo inclined his head. “We were hoping to invite
you and young Kenobi for dinner. It
seems the young ones have struck up a friendship and I would be more
than amendable to serving up human food in the oxygen rich kitchen
for you all,
if you don’t already have plans that is?” The Jedi master settled
on calmly while Anakin bounced excitedly on his heels, glancing over
Dooku’s shoulder for Obi-Wan, hopeful.

It
was a standard sized padawan and master quarters from what Anakin
could see and it also seemed to have the standard furniture since
Dooku and Obi-Wan weren’t living there, so the quartermaster had
only filled it with the basic couch, chairs and tables. Much to his
disappointment, he couldn’t see Obi-Wan on the faux black leather
couch in the room but he could be in the kitchenette he guessed.

Pausing,
Dooku frowned faintly before sighing and glancing over his shoulder
too. “I… do not believe we would be up for that today…” He
hesitated before gesturing for them to enter as
he stepped aside.
“Today has been a bad day for Obi-Wan.” He explained, dropping
his volum.

Blinking,
Anakin stepped in quickly and glanced around even as he removed his
boots, not seeing Obi-Wan anywhere. ‘Bad day, so maybe he’s
sleeping?’ He glanced to the closed doors only to look at Count
Dooku when he cleared his throat.

Instead
of verbally answering, he pointed towards the kitchenette’s table
and for a long, uncomprehending moment, Anakin stared.

Until
he glanced lower.

There
he was, Obi-Wan, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest below
the kitchen table with the chair slightly pushed away from it to make
space under. He was sporting a pair of blue and silver headphones and
had a plushie in his arms, his chin leaned on his knees with his eyes
closed.

He
seemed to be sporting nightwear from what Anakin could tell, a very
soft blue set and a pair of fuzzy pink soaks.

A
black
blanket
with
white stars dotting it was
resting on top of the table.

“I
was about to cover the table when you knocked.” Dooku explained,
sighing a bit.

“Cover…”
Plo paused, peering at the former Jedi master for
an explanation.

“He
likes darkness when he’s like this.
Which is why
I brought
his hiding blanket
that
I
throw over the table he hides under for privacy.” The Count
explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “He need’s the quiet
when he has days like this, privacy and peace.” He continued before
shrugging, looking a bit defeated. “And I assume it makes him feel
safe.”

Occupied
with each other, the two didn’t notice Anakin make his way over
quietly, folding the blanket over the table and then sliding in under
along
with the redhead.

Obi-Wan
opened his eyes to thin slits, staring at Anakin before giving him a
grimacing smile, not saying a word.

Not
that he needed to as Anakin settled in beside him, waiting.

After
a moment, Obi-Wan put his head on Anakin’s shoulder instead, eyes
closing again as the blond just sat beside him.

Anakin
could feel the buzz of energy in his veins… but he could also feel
the closeness of Obi-Wan and he focused on that, on the sounds of the
others breathing and his warm
body.
Faintly he could also hear a low noise coming from the headphones and
if he strained himself a bit, he could hear something that sounded
like chimes or maybe bells.

Some
sort of calming music or something.

Maybe
a piano?

He
could ask later he figured as
he heard the two older men figure out that Anakin was gone, feeling
both of their eyes on the table for a long second before Yan offered
to play chess with Plo to pass the time.

Relaxing,
Anakin dared to sneak his arm around his friend, feeling Obi-Wan
settle even more into him with a soft noise.

Anakin
knew what it was like to have bad days and so he just sat, quietly
and calmly with his cheek resting on Obi-Wan’s head, sharing the
little dark space under the table.

So in Shut Me Down, does Palpatine try to use Ani to get at Obi or has Plo blocked that route?

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Shaking
his head, his hand on his padawan’s shoulder, Plo muttered quietly
in low tone to his padawan as
they made their way through the Rotunda hall.
“It makes me uneasy how fascinated and interested he seems to be
with you Anakin, be wary about him hmm?” The kel dor squeezed the
human’s shoulder fondly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin nodded. “Yeah, you know I wouldn’t have thought
about it if you hadn’t said it but I guess it’s kinda weird how
he keeps wanting to speak with me.” Anakin tucked his thumbs into
his belt, glancing up at his master.

“See,
this is why I did not allow unsupervised visits or meetings,” Plo
chuckled quietly. “You are my padawan and under my guardianship,
allowing you to meet alone with a stranger in their office would be a
fallacy in my care of you when I am not comfortable with the idea.”
The man said quietly, passing by a few senators.

When
the Chancellor had requested a young, very young Anakin Skywalker,
Plo had been beyond alarmed as Mace presented the Chancellor’s
request with the deepest of reluctance on his face. And as servants
of the Republic, they had to bow for the request from the highest
power of the Republic.

However,
that didn’t mean Plo had to let them meet alone, Plo had the time
and the authority to clear his schedule ahead of time to insure that
he would be able to go with Anakin every time and he shuddered to
think what a mission active Jedi would have been able to do in such a
situation.

No,
Plo did not like to think about how a mission active knight would
have fared with a young padawan who was under request from the
Chancellor.

He
ignored the fact that people were listening to their conversation as
the two Jedi made their way to the exit,
having more people aware of it was only a benefit considering what
Palpatine was up to and now more than ever he was sure that the man
was crooked since
Count Dooku had arrived with the grainy recording of the Chancellor.

It
was rather alarming to know that generally, most would have allowed
Anakin to meet with Palpatine unsupervised but Plo had always been…
protective of the young and it itched him the wrong way to allow a
powerful man to have a former slave freed in their office all alone.

He
didn’t want the man to fill Anakin’s head with the wrong kinds of
ideas or take advantage of him when he was a child and now…

Well,
Plo was rather certain he had taken the right choice.

Who
knew the kind of gas lighting the man could have exposed Plo’s
padawan to without the kel dor there to counteract whatever influence
the man might have gained over Anakin.

Plo
knew
that the Chancellor was Force sensitive and clearly also trained, so
he must feel how powerful Anakin was, even a young, untrained age.

Shaking
the depressing thoughts from his head, Plo smiled at Anakin instead
as he sent the teen
his
pride and affection through their bond. “I
heard from Shaak that you were speaking with young Obi-Wan. Have you
been making a friend?” He questioned warmly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin smiled shyly and shrugged. “Well maybe? We’re
both none neuro typical, so we understand each other. Obi-Wan
displaces stuff all the time too just like I do.” He stated
cheerfully as they turned the corner and made their way out the doors
to find their skycar that they had parked earlier.

Letting
out an understanding rumble, Plo nodded. “I see young one, yes
finding common ground is important and you do need more friends
Anakin.” Plo chided gently in amusement.

Flushing,
Anakin tugged his master towards their skycar. “I can’t help it
that I’m always on the move!” He spluttered out, laughing as he
jumped into their car, dislodging Plo’s hand from his shoulder.

Letting
out a deep, rumbling laugh, the palates in his mouth shifting a bit,
Plo slid into the passenger side. “If I didn’t know how energy
you were, I’d try to put you in the meditation corner.” He teased
as he buckled in, letting Anakin drive.

“No
you wouldn’t,” The padawan shot back with an answering laugh. “We both
know moving meditation works best for me.” Anakin responded
teasingly before starting up the skycar with a happy hum.

Reaching
out, ruffling the short spikes, Plo relaxed into his seat as Anakin
took them out into the traffic. “Indeed young one, indeed. Let’s
get home now, maybe we can invite Count Dooku and young Obi-Wan for
dinner.” He hummed contemplatively while Anakin let out a happy
cheer under his breath.

Oblivious
and rather content to be going home, both were unaware of the
glowering presence watching them from the height of the Rotunda, the
darkness wondering how people kept interfering with his plans when he
was so close to succeeding
in the intermediate section of his plot.

So
close to initiating the next phase.

Yes
flickering between yellow and pale gray focused on the temple of the
Jedi and the targets living inside it, a sneer gracing the face of
the hidden Sith.

No
matter.

He
would still get what he wanted even if that damn alien was in the way
of him getting to the most powerful Force user yet to be born in the
galaxy.