Now lets add some long hair to ObiWan in ourcollayourneck?

The General’s
hair has been grown out for the mission.

Helix did it in the medbay after
request by the man, Obi-Wan himself saying it would make it harder
for someone to recognize him as Obi-Wan had actually never had hair
longer than his shoulders.

The results were beautiful.

Waist length copper red that
caught the light of the lamps and
Cody and his vode had to resist the urge to braid golden thread into
it, knowing that the warm colors would blend well with the red and
gold of the others hair.

Would draw attention to that
beautiful hair as the gold caught light and glittered.

They did however have Killer
braid Obi-Wan’s hair up, making him look fancy as the other was to
be a ‘pleasure’ slave and therefore
was to look his best. As if he was on display.

‘I
wouldn’t display him to others if he was mine… I’d keep him all
for myself… well, I’d share with my vode of course but that’s
different. Our relation is different… others however don’t get to
see him like this.’ Cody thought to himself as he watched Killer
work, sporting a pair of dark blue slacks with a white shirt covered
up by a rich leather coat that gave the impression of opulence with
its golden details.
‘They
wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t respect him… vode would, we
wouldn’t think any less of him…’

Obi-Wan
shifted a bit, glancing at him before glancing away quickly, a flush
in his cheeks.

‘Obvious.’
Cody smirked a bit, sharing a look with Killer of pure delight and
smugness before the man focused back on his task, tying off the braid
with a red ribbon.

“Well
then General, it seems we’re ready now.” Killer said with some
cheer as Cody pushed away from the wall and heading towards the other
two.

He
offered the Jedi his hand and pulled him up close to his own body.
“Then we should be off…” Cody rumbled deeply, winking at him.

Chuckling
faintly, a pink flush in his cheeks, Obi-Wan nodded. “I do believe
you’re right,” He turned to Killer, smiling warmly with dimples
on full display that had both troopers breaths hitching and their
hands itching with need to
hug and hold and keep,
Cody’s tightening on the warm hand he still held. “Wish us luck,
Killer.” He said with cheer.

“…Oh
I wish you hadn’t said that General.” Killer murmured in
horrified awe as Cody made a mental note to stop by Helix before they
left to add more bacta to their kit… and maybe an internal
hemorrhage
injection or two.

Of
course they ended up needing it, not because of the General actually
as he played his part almost too perfectly in Cody’s eyes but
because Cody was recognized as a clone trooper and no one believed he
owned a pleasure slave or a slave at all.

Which
of course
had Obi-Wan intervening and getting his ass kicked.

It
was a bloody Jedi
in torn sheer clothes that left Dinalla desert where he had played a
pleasure slave to get CSI information.

But
the thing is…

Taken
off guard without his saber, Obi-Wan suffered the consequences and
once they understood it was Jedi
General

Obi-Wan Kenobi… oh boy.

Which
left
Cody on his way to the Negotiator with Obi-Wan curled up on his lap,
a the red mark of a boot on his abdomen from one of the CSI general’s
stomping
on him when Obi-Wan had hit the wall hard enough to black out for a
few seconds.

Stroking
the disheveled hair out of his General’s face, Cody tucked him
closer to his body. “…Foolish General, very foolish. I could have
handled myself.” He murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
cracked open his unswollen eye, lips quirking into a small smile. “I
know but I couldn’t leave you alone with them, it would have left
me with so much guilt if I did…” He rubbed his cheek gingerly
against Cody’s shoulder.

Watching
him thoughtfully for a long moment, Cody let his fingers trail from
the others ear to the collar, rubbing his his fingertips along it
until he found the clasp of it. Carefully he worked it open and
dropped it aside. “We
can find you another one… a better one… if you want it.” He
murmured, tucking Obi-Wan against his body.

“…Does
everyone have to agree on what kind?” Obi-Wan chuckled shakily
before groaning with pain. “Mmmn…”

“Shh,
we’ll worry about that later,” He pulled Obi-Wan closer to him.
“Helix will know what to do.” Cody promised quietly.

Now lets add some long hair to ObiWan in ourcollayourneck?

The General’s
hair has been grown out for the mission.

Helix did it in the medbay after
request by the man, Obi-Wan himself saying it would make it harder
for someone to recognize him as Obi-Wan had actually never had hair
longer than his shoulders.

The results were beautiful.

Waist length copper red that
caught the light of the lamps and
Cody and his vode had to resist the urge to braid golden thread into
it, knowing that the warm colors would blend well with the red and
gold of the others hair.

Would draw attention to that
beautiful hair as the gold caught light and glittered.

They did however have Killer
braid Obi-Wan’s hair up, making him look fancy as the other was to
be a ‘pleasure’ slave and therefore
was to look his best. As if he was on display.

‘I
wouldn’t display him to others if he was mine… I’d keep him all
for myself… well, I’d share with my vode of course but that’s
different. Our relation is different… others however don’t get to
see him like this.’ Cody thought to himself as he watched Killer
work, sporting a pair of dark blue slacks with a white shirt covered
up by a rich leather coat that gave the impression of opulence with
its golden details.
‘They
wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t respect him… vode would, we
wouldn’t think any less of him…’

Obi-Wan
shifted a bit, glancing at him before glancing away quickly, a flush
in his cheeks.

‘Obvious.’
Cody smirked a bit, sharing a look with Killer of pure delight and
smugness before the man focused back on his task, tying off the braid
with a red ribbon.

“Well
then General, it seems we’re ready now.” Killer said with some
cheer as Cody pushed away from the wall and heading towards the other
two.

He
offered the Jedi his hand and pulled him up close to his own body.
“Then we should be off…” Cody rumbled deeply, winking at him.

Chuckling
faintly, a pink flush in his cheeks, Obi-Wan nodded. “I do believe
you’re right,” He turned to Killer, smiling warmly with dimples
on full display that had both troopers breaths hitching and their
hands itching with need to
hug and hold and keep,
Cody’s tightening on the warm hand he still held. “Wish us luck,
Killer.” He said with cheer.

“…Oh
I wish you hadn’t said that General.” Killer murmured in
horrified awe as Cody made a mental note to stop by Helix before they
left to add more bacta to their kit… and maybe an internal
hemorrhage
injection or two.

Of
course they ended up needing it, not because of the General actually
as he played his part almost too perfectly in Cody’s eyes but
because Cody was recognized as a clone trooper and no one believed he
owned a pleasure slave or a slave at all.

Which
of course
had Obi-Wan intervening and getting his ass kicked.

It
was a bloody Jedi
in torn sheer clothes that left Dinalla desert where he had played a
pleasure slave to get CSI information.

But
the thing is…

Taken
off guard without his saber, Obi-Wan suffered the consequences and
once they understood it was Jedi
General

Obi-Wan Kenobi… oh boy.

Which
left
Cody on his way to the Negotiator with Obi-Wan curled up on his lap,
a the red mark of a boot on his abdomen from one of the CSI general’s
stomping
on him when Obi-Wan had hit the wall hard enough to black out for a
few seconds.

Stroking
the disheveled hair out of his General’s face, Cody tucked him
closer to his body. “…Foolish General, very foolish. I could have
handled myself.” He murmured quietly.

Obi-Wan
cracked open his unswollen eye, lips quirking into a small smile. “I
know but I couldn’t leave you alone with them, it would have left
me with so much guilt if I did…” He rubbed his cheek gingerly
against Cody’s shoulder.

Watching
him thoughtfully for a long moment, Cody let his fingers trail from
the others ear to the collar, rubbing his his fingertips along it
until he found the clasp of it. Carefully he worked it open and
dropped it aside. “We
can find you another one… a better one… if you want it.” He
murmured, tucking Obi-Wan against his body.

“…Does
everyone have to agree on what kind?” Obi-Wan chuckled shakily
before groaning with pain. “Mmmn…”

“Shh,
we’ll worry about that later,” He pulled Obi-Wan closer to him.
“Helix will know what to do.” Cody promised quietly.

I checked your list of things you won’t write about, and didn’t see this on there; I’m not sure if you would be comfortable writing this(if not that’s okay and feel free to ignore): I kind of want a fic based on ksclaw’s fanart that you reblogged of Obi-Wan and sith!Anakin, though that fanart is also inspired by a fic from another fandom so I don’t know if this is request is appropriate or not.

He is
helpless and oh so very docile, his mind not entirely empty but it
processes things slowly as he allows the servants hired by Darth
Vader to draw him up, clean and dress him ‘appropriately’ as the
lord demands.

Blue and green silk
covers and clings to his forms, with a white undershirt with a high
collar around his neck that hid a black choker with a tracer in it,
his hair pulled back and artfully styled with a circlet carefully
settled on to keep it out of his face as Vader prefers to see
Obi-Wan’s face. Rings are tucked on and a necklace is added last as
the piece de resistance before the servants finally draw back and
wait.

Obi-Wan remains
seated, not moving a muscle as he sits at the vanity he’s stationed
at in wait.

He can’t move.

When he had gone to
Mustafar, this had never been one of the results he had foreseen,
subdued and as good as paralyzed, a prisoner of his own mind as Vader
had injected him him with a serum.

He had no idea what
it even was but at this point…

Obi-Wan was no
better than a pretty doll.

Finally the door
opened and Obi-Wan slowly drew his eyes from his own pale and blank
face to stare at the door where Vader stood in all his glory, a smile
on his handsome face as yellow eyes observed Obi-Wan in satisfaction
in return.

And Obi-Wan wanted
to yell at him, scream and plead.

But he was too
weak, the serum left him with barely enough awareness to blink.

“Marvelous, you
look beautiful Obi-Wan.” Vader murmured fondly as he stalked over
with nary a glance at the servants who all bowed and skittered away
now that they were no longer were needed as now Obi-Wan was in
Vader’s hands.

The black glove
covering the flesh hand was pulled away and Vader slowly stroked the
back of it over Obi-Wan’s cheek with all to gentle touch before the
fingertips came to curiously brush at the beard and then touch down
to the pulse point of Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan wished he would not
touch so and yet at the same time he craved the warm touch as the
servants were always quick and efficient, never lingering and with a
startled realization Obi-Wan understood that he was becoming skin
starved.

“Hmm, it seems
you’re due for a new dose today,” Vader mused thoughtfully before
smiling once more with his eyes glittering avariciously. “And I do
believe your beard needs a trimming too but that can wait for
tomorrow as I’m sure you are as hungry as me.” He pulled his
glove back on before taking one of Obi-Wan’s hands and pulling him
slowly to his feet.

Once up, Vader
pressed the hand to his lips and then they were off as Obi-Wan walked
slowly beside the blond thanks to his manipulations.

Obi-Wan was
grateful that some part of Anakin must be buried far in Vader
somewhere because despite it all, Vader had never touched him in a
sexual manner. Only treated Obi-Wan with delicate care and careful
touch.

Like a porcelain
doll.

Just a pretty doll
to sit as decoration in his office or at his side, never speaking
even as he was spoken to.

He couldn’t even
be referred to as arm candy despite Vader bringing him to balls and
events because everyone could tell that despite how pretty Obi-Wan
was, dressed in gems and silk, he was just a marionette under Vader’s
control.

Manipulated with
the Force for the public.

Just a pretty doll
in Vader’s grasp and a last memento of who Vader had once been and
the death wail of the Republic and the Order that once existed.

A pretty doll who
obediently drank the serum that kept him docile and silent when Vader
presented it in the cup of juice, feeling his mind grow ever so foggy
once more even as Vader lifted a cut piece of fruit to Obi-Wan’s
lips.

And this time,
Obi-Wan made no attempt to fight the serum. ‘Forgive me Master
Qui-Gon.’

Let his mind fade
away, it was easier and less painful.

Let Vader have his
doll.

Just a pretty doll
to decorate his office, the contempt of the Empire and the pity of
the Alliance.

I checked your list of things you won’t write about, and didn’t see this on there; I’m not sure if you would be comfortable writing this(if not that’s okay and feel free to ignore): I kind of want a fic based on ksclaw’s fanart that you reblogged of Obi-Wan and sith!Anakin, though that fanart is also inspired by a fic from another fandom so I don’t know if this is request is appropriate or not.

He is
helpless and oh so very docile, his mind not entirely empty but it
processes things slowly as he allows the servants hired by Darth
Vader to draw him up, clean and dress him ‘appropriately’ as the
lord demands.

Blue and green silk
covers and clings to his forms, with a white undershirt with a high
collar around his neck that hid a black choker with a tracer in it,
his hair pulled back and artfully styled with a circlet carefully
settled on to keep it out of his face as Vader prefers to see
Obi-Wan’s face. Rings are tucked on and a necklace is added last as
the piece de resistance before the servants finally draw back and
wait.

Obi-Wan remains
seated, not moving a muscle as he sits at the vanity he’s stationed
at in wait.

He can’t move.

When he had gone to
Mustafar, this had never been one of the results he had foreseen,
subdued and as good as paralyzed, a prisoner of his own mind as Vader
had injected him him with a serum.

He had no idea what
it even was but at this point…

Obi-Wan was no
better than a pretty doll.

Finally the door
opened and Obi-Wan slowly drew his eyes from his own pale and blank
face to stare at the door where Vader stood in all his glory, a smile
on his handsome face as yellow eyes observed Obi-Wan in satisfaction
in return.

And Obi-Wan wanted
to yell at him, scream and plead.

But he was too
weak, the serum left him with barely enough awareness to blink.

“Marvelous, you
look beautiful Obi-Wan.” Vader murmured fondly as he stalked over
with nary a glance at the servants who all bowed and skittered away
now that they were no longer were needed as now Obi-Wan was in
Vader’s hands.

The black glove
covering the flesh hand was pulled away and Vader slowly stroked the
back of it over Obi-Wan’s cheek with all to gentle touch before the
fingertips came to curiously brush at the beard and then touch down
to the pulse point of Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan wished he would not
touch so and yet at the same time he craved the warm touch as the
servants were always quick and efficient, never lingering and with a
startled realization Obi-Wan understood that he was becoming skin
starved.

“Hmm, it seems
you’re due for a new dose today,” Vader mused thoughtfully before
smiling once more with his eyes glittering avariciously. “And I do
believe your beard needs a trimming too but that can wait for
tomorrow as I’m sure you are as hungry as me.” He pulled his
glove back on before taking one of Obi-Wan’s hands and pulling him
slowly to his feet.

Once up, Vader
pressed the hand to his lips and then they were off as Obi-Wan walked
slowly beside the blond thanks to his manipulations.

Obi-Wan was
grateful that some part of Anakin must be buried far in Vader
somewhere because despite it all, Vader had never touched him in a
sexual manner. Only treated Obi-Wan with delicate care and careful
touch.

Like a porcelain
doll.

Just a pretty doll
to sit as decoration in his office or at his side, never speaking
even as he was spoken to.

He couldn’t even
be referred to as arm candy despite Vader bringing him to balls and
events because everyone could tell that despite how pretty Obi-Wan
was, dressed in gems and silk, he was just a marionette under Vader’s
control.

Manipulated with
the Force for the public.

Just a pretty doll
in Vader’s grasp and a last memento of who Vader had once been and
the death wail of the Republic and the Order that once existed.

A pretty doll who
obediently drank the serum that kept him docile and silent when Vader
presented it in the cup of juice, feeling his mind grow ever so foggy
once more even as Vader lifted a cut piece of fruit to Obi-Wan’s
lips.

And this time,
Obi-Wan made no attempt to fight the serum. ‘Forgive me Master
Qui-Gon.’

Let his mind fade
away, it was easier and less painful.

Let Vader have his
doll.

Just a pretty doll
to decorate his office, the contempt of the Empire and the pity of
the Alliance.

Murder husband- Anakin and Obi-Wan meet again. Lots of cuddles.

He can
breathe deeply, his lungs no longer feeling like there’s too little
oxygen around him as he takes breaths thanks to the healing Qui-Gon
has exposed him for.

It
makes it easier for Obi-Wan to move around Serenno, Qui-Gon trusting
him not to leave or interfere.

Its
hard not to but…

Obi-Wan
wants to stay, he wants to be by Qui-Gon’s side and he’s so tired
of fighting the pull of the bond between them as he wishes to be held
by Qui-Gon and kept warm.

He
wants to feel happy and laugh as he used to with the older man and
sharing his bed…

Quietly
Obi-Wan will admit anyone that asks him if he’s given in that yes,
he has. He’s weak but Obi-Wan has loved Qui-Gon for a long time and
the other had tiled his head up and promised him…

Qui-Gon
had promised that things would change for the better and for some
stupid reason, Obi-Wan believed the other was genuine in that desire,
that there would be a change and an end to the war currently ravaging
the galaxy.

Obi-Wan
just needed to… give in to him. Give in to the Force willed
lifebond that would eventually force them if they didn’t let it
occur naturally.

And to
be honest, Obi-Wan would rather let it be his own choice and happen
at his own pace.

So he
gave in.

He let
himself be weak and gave in.

At
least than it would be on his own terms instead of the Force.

And it
was good to be able to sit down on the outside of the mansion in the
sun to enjoy the soft breeze fluttering around, bringing the faint
scent of what smelled like a fruit orchid.

Maybe
Qui-Gon would take him there?

It
would be nice to visit a fruit orchid not touched by the war and be
with Qui-Gon, maybe they could even have a picnic there?

That
would be lov- “OBI-WAN!”

Eyes
flaring open in surprise and shock, Obi-Wan jerked to his feet at the
shout before yelping in utter delight as he was swept off his feet by
a blond missile who swung him around before wrapping him in a tight
hug, the taller man holding onto him trembling. “Anakin!” He
gasped.

The
other Jedi was trembling, arm as tight as possible to a point where
it honestly ached a bit but Obi-Wan didn’t care at all as
he wrapped his arms around the other as tightly as possible in return
while muttering assurances and comfort to his former padawan.

“…Don’t
ever do that again.” Anakin eventually hissed, settling Obi-Wan
down on his feet, resting their foreheads together while keeping his
arms around the shorter man. “I swear if you do I will… I will…
I will lock up all your teas and shove refuse to tell you where they
are for two weeks.” He swore.

Laughing
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, thinning his shields to gossamer threads for
Anakin to slip in, for the two to re-familiarize with each other as
they used to do.

After
a few moments, Anakin spoke again. “…You’re not coming home are
you?” He whispered.

Squeezing
the others shoulders, Obi-Wan made a low noise. “No, I’m staying
here. With Qui-Gon. I’m tired of running Anakin from something that
won’t be stopped and I’d rather do it on my own terms, because
there’s nothing that can break a Force willed lifebond short of
death.” He whispered.

Nodding
at that, Anakin tightened his arms around the other, nestling him
against the blonds chest. “…Qui-Gon promised me I’d get to
visit any time I wanted to. He swore. I’m going to visit you often,
you hear me?” He said.

“I
hoped you would, I could need a friendly face even if the Jedi Order
won’t know of me once they learn.” Obi-Wan laughed, on the verge
of a sob.

Breathing
out shakily, Anakin just held his former master in the serene breeze
of Serenno. “Just stay safe
Obi-Wan, that’s all I ask for.”

Murder husband- Anakin and Obi-Wan meet again. Lots of cuddles.

He can
breathe deeply, his lungs no longer feeling like there’s too little
oxygen around him as he takes breaths thanks to the healing Qui-Gon
has exposed him for.

It
makes it easier for Obi-Wan to move around Serenno, Qui-Gon trusting
him not to leave or interfere.

Its
hard not to but…

Obi-Wan
wants to stay, he wants to be by Qui-Gon’s side and he’s so tired
of fighting the pull of the bond between them as he wishes to be held
by Qui-Gon and kept warm.

He
wants to feel happy and laugh as he used to with the older man and
sharing his bed…

Quietly
Obi-Wan will admit anyone that asks him if he’s given in that yes,
he has. He’s weak but Obi-Wan has loved Qui-Gon for a long time and
the other had tiled his head up and promised him…

Qui-Gon
had promised that things would change for the better and for some
stupid reason, Obi-Wan believed the other was genuine in that desire,
that there would be a change and an end to the war currently ravaging
the galaxy.

Obi-Wan
just needed to… give in to him. Give in to the Force willed
lifebond that would eventually force them if they didn’t let it
occur naturally.

And to
be honest, Obi-Wan would rather let it be his own choice and happen
at his own pace.

So he
gave in.

He let
himself be weak and gave in.

At
least than it would be on his own terms instead of the Force.

And it
was good to be able to sit down on the outside of the mansion in the
sun to enjoy the soft breeze fluttering around, bringing the faint
scent of what smelled like a fruit orchid.

Maybe
Qui-Gon would take him there?

It
would be nice to visit a fruit orchid not touched by the war and be
with Qui-Gon, maybe they could even have a picnic there?

That
would be lov- “OBI-WAN!”

Eyes
flaring open in surprise and shock, Obi-Wan jerked to his feet at the
shout before yelping in utter delight as he was swept off his feet by
a blond missile who swung him around before wrapping him in a tight
hug, the taller man holding onto him trembling. “Anakin!” He
gasped.

The
other Jedi was trembling, arm as tight as possible to a point where
it honestly ached a bit but Obi-Wan didn’t care at all as
he wrapped his arms around the other as tightly as possible in return
while muttering assurances and comfort to his former padawan.

“…Don’t
ever do that again.” Anakin eventually hissed, settling Obi-Wan
down on his feet, resting their foreheads together while keeping his
arms around the shorter man. “I swear if you do I will… I will…
I will lock up all your teas and shove refuse to tell you where they
are for two weeks.” He swore.

Laughing
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, thinning his shields to gossamer threads for
Anakin to slip in, for the two to re-familiarize with each other as
they used to do.

After
a few moments, Anakin spoke again. “…You’re not coming home are
you?” He whispered.

Squeezing
the others shoulders, Obi-Wan made a low noise. “No, I’m staying
here. With Qui-Gon. I’m tired of running Anakin from something that
won’t be stopped and I’d rather do it on my own terms, because
there’s nothing that can break a Force willed lifebond short of
death.” He whispered.

Nodding
at that, Anakin tightened his arms around the other, nestling him
against the blonds chest. “…Qui-Gon promised me I’d get to
visit any time I wanted to. He swore. I’m going to visit you often,
you hear me?” He said.

“I
hoped you would, I could need a friendly face even if the Jedi Order
won’t know of me once they learn.” Obi-Wan laughed, on the verge
of a sob.

Breathing
out shakily, Anakin just held his former master in the serene breeze
of Serenno. “Just stay safe
Obi-Wan, that’s all I ask for.”

I was wondering if you would be willing to do a dark AU where the clones are really, probably unhealthily, possessive. Preferably one where the find the chips and order 66. Heck, maybe that’s what triggers the whole kit and caboodle; the clones find out they’re supposed to kill their Jedi and just nope the heck out and decide no one’s going to harm their Jedi, or make them do it, either. Regardless of the methods they have to use. Thanks!

Lowering his cup slowly, Wolffe stared
at Rex. “What do you kriffing mean that we’re suppose to kill
them?” He growled out.

The captain growled back and shook the
chip at the others. “That’s what this is going to make us do.
That’s what Fives said and what Tup figured out. These things.”
He shook the jar lightly. “Are wired up to wipe us of our loyalty
to our Jedi and make us consider them traitors…and then we kill
them.”

Cody touched his own head, staring at
the glass jar. “We ALL have them?”

“Not all of the early generation but
who’s left of them?” Rex looked around. “Four or five out of
what? We are a whole army, a whole army against the Jedi? The old?
The young? The disabled of them? What about the cores?”

Several vods paled until they looked
like ghosts.

They could already imagine what would
happen.

“And our Generals? Who trust us with
their lives? Who shows us their backs? Stars light, Kenobi even lets
Cody carry his lightsaber.”

Cody gave a full body spasm.

“How many blaster bolts can a Jedi
dodge even with a saber?” Rex continued, driving in each point. He
then looked to Wolffe. “What about General Koon in his ship with
the Wolf pack behind him? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Wolffe crushed the cup in his hand,
water pouring over his glove as he stared at his vod.

“…Then what do we do?” Someone
questioned.

“We do what we were made to do. We go
to war and we serve and protect our generals.” Rex leaned in.

()()()

Rubbing a hand over his face, Obi-Wan
slowly set his cup aside. “Force…I feel exhausted.” He sighed,
wondering where the sudden tiredness came from.

“Perhaps a small rest or meditation
then sir?” Cody asked. “We’d inform you if our situation
changes of course.” He added when he saw the Jedi open his mouth to
protest.

That got a small pause then Obi-Wan
nodded. “Yes, that does sound good. Inform me if anything changes
Cody.”

“Of course General.” Both Cody and
the comm personnel watched the Jedi go, Cody slowly counting to
twenty in his head as everyone else milled about as normal.

And then he turned to the comms.
“Longshot?”

The clone smirked. “Come in Echo
team, what’s your position?”

“Still hunting, the bitch is running.
The General?”

“Currently sleeping, you have half an
hour before he works the drugs out of his systems.”

“Copy that sir.”

Cody switched channels. “Commander
Pond? How goes?”

“Droid bait is wearing down. He’ll
burn soon.” Came the icy cold voice of Pond in return and Cody
couldn’t help a vicious grin.

“Good. Any news from Captain Rex?”

“He has a dot on the Sith Master he
says. Refuses to tell us who but he has him.”

Cody nodded that, taking a deep breath.
From what Rex had hinted at it was something high up in the Senate
and therefor anyone still chipped would not be told. Beside, what
they didn’t know they couldn’t reveal.

“And Commander Bly?”

“Still tracking the Count. He says
his General is getting suspicious though.”

Aayla Secura was one smart cookie and
that could be a problem. “Does Bly have any plans of action.”

“Tranq. Its his only plan.” Pond
suddenly went quiet for a few moments. “Kark, General Windu is
waking up.” He hissed. “Razor, tranq him, now.”

‘We’re doing this for a reason, its
for their sake.’ Cody reminds himself, fiddling with the tranq in
his own utility belt. He hopes it won’t come to that point, he’d
rather not have to drug his Jedi twice in one day.

It felt like forever until the comms
suddenly crackled again.

“Echo squad reporting in. The bitch
is down.” There was a blaster impact. “And dead.”

One Sith down, three left.

“Pond reporting in. Droid bait lit up
like a bonfire.”

Two.

Cody had to leave the tent to distract
his General when the third report came in.

“Count is cornered and scared. He’s
surrendering to our General.” That was not part of the plan but
obviously Bly couldn’t get around her. Well perhaps the information
the count would give the Order would help.

And then Rex reported in. “And then
there were none.” His voice sounded viciously satisfied.

Cody would have asked what Rex had done
when the holo display suddenly light up, General Skywalker looking
pale and shaken as he demanded to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is dead! A
sniper!”

Cody exchanged a look, startled look
with Longshot.

‘And then there were none.’

I was wondering if you would be willing to do a dark AU where the clones are really, probably unhealthily, possessive. Preferably one where the find the chips and order 66. Heck, maybe that’s what triggers the whole kit and caboodle; the clones find out they’re supposed to kill their Jedi and just nope the heck out and decide no one’s going to harm their Jedi, or make them do it, either. Regardless of the methods they have to use. Thanks!

Lowering his cup slowly, Wolffe stared
at Rex. “What do you kriffing mean that we’re suppose to kill
them?” He growled out.

The captain growled back and shook the
chip at the others. “That’s what this is going to make us do.
That’s what Fives said and what Tup figured out. These things.”
He shook the jar lightly. “Are wired up to wipe us of our loyalty
to our Jedi and make us consider them traitors…and then we kill
them.”

Cody touched his own head, staring at
the glass jar. “We ALL have them?”

“Not all of the early generation but
who’s left of them?” Rex looked around. “Four or five out of
what? We are a whole army, a whole army against the Jedi? The old?
The young? The disabled of them? What about the cores?”

Several vods paled until they looked
like ghosts.

They could already imagine what would
happen.

“And our Generals? Who trust us with
their lives? Who shows us their backs? Stars light, Kenobi even lets
Cody carry his lightsaber.”

Cody gave a full body spasm.

“How many blaster bolts can a Jedi
dodge even with a saber?” Rex continued, driving in each point. He
then looked to Wolffe. “What about General Koon in his ship with
the Wolf pack behind him? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Wolffe crushed the cup in his hand,
water pouring over his glove as he stared at his vod.

“…Then what do we do?” Someone
questioned.

“We do what we were made to do. We go
to war and we serve and protect our generals.” Rex leaned in.

()()()

Rubbing a hand over his face, Obi-Wan
slowly set his cup aside. “Force…I feel exhausted.” He sighed,
wondering where the sudden tiredness came from.

“Perhaps a small rest or meditation
then sir?” Cody asked. “We’d inform you if our situation
changes of course.” He added when he saw the Jedi open his mouth to
protest.

That got a small pause then Obi-Wan
nodded. “Yes, that does sound good. Inform me if anything changes
Cody.”

“Of course General.” Both Cody and
the comm personnel watched the Jedi go, Cody slowly counting to
twenty in his head as everyone else milled about as normal.

And then he turned to the comms.
“Longshot?”

The clone smirked. “Come in Echo
team, what’s your position?”

“Still hunting, the bitch is running.
The General?”

“Currently sleeping, you have half an
hour before he works the drugs out of his systems.”

“Copy that sir.”

Cody switched channels. “Commander
Pond? How goes?”

“Droid bait is wearing down. He’ll
burn soon.” Came the icy cold voice of Pond in return and Cody
couldn’t help a vicious grin.

“Good. Any news from Captain Rex?”

“He has a dot on the Sith Master he
says. Refuses to tell us who but he has him.”

Cody nodded that, taking a deep breath.
From what Rex had hinted at it was something high up in the Senate
and therefor anyone still chipped would not be told. Beside, what
they didn’t know they couldn’t reveal.

“And Commander Bly?”

“Still tracking the Count. He says
his General is getting suspicious though.”

Aayla Secura was one smart cookie and
that could be a problem. “Does Bly have any plans of action.”

“Tranq. Its his only plan.” Pond
suddenly went quiet for a few moments. “Kark, General Windu is
waking up.” He hissed. “Razor, tranq him, now.”

‘We’re doing this for a reason, its
for their sake.’ Cody reminds himself, fiddling with the tranq in
his own utility belt. He hopes it won’t come to that point, he’d
rather not have to drug his Jedi twice in one day.

It felt like forever until the comms
suddenly crackled again.

“Echo squad reporting in. The bitch
is down.” There was a blaster impact. “And dead.”

One Sith down, three left.

“Pond reporting in. Droid bait lit up
like a bonfire.”

Two.

Cody had to leave the tent to distract
his General when the third report came in.

“Count is cornered and scared. He’s
surrendering to our General.” That was not part of the plan but
obviously Bly couldn’t get around her. Well perhaps the information
the count would give the Order would help.

And then Rex reported in. “And then
there were none.” His voice sounded viciously satisfied.

Cody would have asked what Rex had done
when the holo display suddenly light up, General Skywalker looking
pale and shaken as he demanded to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is dead! A
sniper!”

Cody exchanged a look, startled look
with Longshot.

‘And then there were none.’