Sightlessbird

Anakin is very glad that his little padawan is with Fox when he runs into Palpatine on his way out of the Senate. He does not like how focused the man is on his young padawan.-sightless bird

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If there was ever a time Anakin was grateful he had sent Obi-Wan of with Commander Fox, it was right now as he forced his face into a pleasant expression, slowly turning to meet the smiling man practically jogging to him.

“My boy, I’m so glad I caught you before you left!” Chancellor Palpatine greeted with a warm smile.

It made Anakin want to punch his face in. But he forced himself to keep smiling, tucking his hands into his sleeves to avoid letting people see his clenching fists. “Indeed Chancellor, its always a… pleasure.” Anakin hoped no one caught the momentary lapse in his voice.

Of course they did though, as Palpatine raised a decrepit eyebrow. “You seem unhappy my boy, have I caught you at the wrong time?” He questioned curiously.

Shaking his head, Anakin reminded himself that this was the chancellor and regardless what Anakin’s personal feelings for the man was, he had to pay him a mediocre of respect. “Its just been a long day sir, long weeks if I’m honest, its my first day back on Coruscant.” He tacked on, as respectfully as he could.

He hated being in the Rotunda.

He felt like he was surrounded by snakes at every corner, slimy ones at that and never before had he agreed with Qui-Gon’s sentiment of slimy politicians as strongly as he did in that moment.

His statement however seemed to have done the trick as the Chancellor smiled once more at him. “Ah, I see, then I won’t keep you. I was simply curious as to where your young padawan has gone of to, I noticed him and you observing the debate.” The man chuckled.

Instantly, Anakin’s entire being felt submerged in ice, his smile fading.

How in karks name had the Chancellor seen them?

They had been in one of the highest observational balconies, a calculated move by Anakin, using his Jedi access to go where normally only the press went to have a good eye on everything, with additional viewing screens. It was the furthest away from not only the Naboo pod but also the Chancellor that Anakin could get them while still being able to hear and see.

That only lead him to the conclusion that Palpatine had been looking for them, to be able to know that.

And now he was asking where Obi-Wan was…

The dragon in his chest rose, snarling and roaring even as Anakin forced himself to respond, feeling a bit like his ears were cottoned, trying to force himself not to scream at the man not to approach his padawan. “My padawan ran off with some friends of his, teenagers always have a lot of energy, even if I require rest.” He tried to feign something close to nonechelance.

Not that he thought he’d managed it, by the scrutinizing look Palpatine and the confused ones the man’s aid sent him.

He also noticed a few of the Coruscant guards that had followed a bit behind were shifting.

Clearly they knew where Obi-Wan were.

Considering the amount of adoration Anakin had felt when Fox saw Obi-Wan, that didn’t shock Anakin and he quickly slipped his hands out of his sleeves to finger spell with the battle signs Rex had taught him, the chancellor saying something inane about it being a shame he missed meeting Obi-Wan, once more sending shivers down Anakin’s back.

‘Not.A.Word.’

A trooper with a red spiral on his helmet eased his own fingers off his. ‘Copy.Birdie.Safe.’ One of Palpatine’s aids were leaning forward to whisper into his ear, something about a meeting. Anakin’s thoughts were occupied by other things.

Birdie.

Was Birdie Obi-Wan’s battle sign in clone finger language?

He’d have to ask, though asking Obi-Wan would be difficult.

Maybe call up Fox or ask Rex.

Anakin forced himself to bow as he heard the Chancellor finally dismiss him, finally able to turn and walk away, searching out his bond with Obi-Wan to track the boy down.

He breathed out when he found the other, far away in the barracks of the CG and clearly also on the move.

Then he paused, feeling another set of eyes on him, slowly he raised his head and meet Padme’s eyes, the brow eyes staring at him with wide, questioning eyes.

Anakin stared back before simply heading straight for the doors, jaw muscle jumping.

He had enough of politicians for one day.

Awww sightless bird is the cutest. Does Obi have a good time with fox at the shooting range? Do all the other Coruscant guards immediately love him?

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Flushing happily at the impressed whistle at his side, Obi-Wan lowered the blaster slowly as Thorn gently ruffled at his hair. “Well, fuck me kiddo, you’ve gotten even better at target practice. You hit twice the amount this time.” He stated.

Fox was just oozing smug pride at Obi-Wan’s other side as the rest of the Coruscant Guards happily chattered around them, some of them exchanging their prize from bets and others shouting praise Obi-Wan’s way.

Since it was Coruscant, there weren’t too many shiny’s among the CG and therefore most of them had been familiar with Obi-Wan already.

But a few faces were new and they had been properly fleeced by their older vode clearly by the grumbles he could hear.

Though, to be fair to them, they had never meet Obi-Wan and he was blind.

The concept of a blind person in a shooting range was clearly a bit beyond, even a Jedi.

This however had showed them not to underestimate Obi-Wan’s aim.

Out of forty shots, Obi-Wan had hit thirty, twice as many as Thorn said.

Fox had been carefully coaxing Obi-Wan into blaster practice from the day they meet, bringing the Initiate to the troopers blaster range as often as Obi-Wan could manage to visit.

It had been fun, Fox trusting a blaster in Obi-Wan’s hands and Obi-Wan trusting the instructions from both Fox and the Force to ensure he was shooting and hitting the right target.

And Obi-Wan had been improving, slowly and steadily.

Rex had been less sure about handing him a blaster, at least initially but had gotten over it when Obi-Wan had proved himself, shooting the targets the 501st had set up. After that, the captain had been more than happy to let Obi-Wan, under supervision, join target practice.

“Rex let me join the 501st,” He chirped before shifting, turning his head to Fox side, flushing slightly. “I wanted to show you want they taught me.” Obi-Wan admitted shyly.

A warm, gloved hand rested on his head, gently ruffling. “Well done verd’ika, I’m proud of you,” Fox stated softly at that, warm amusement filling him as Obi-Wan’s cheeks surely turned even darker. “Very proud.”

Shuffling slightly, Obi-Wan held the blaster out for Thorn to take.

It was a training blaster anyhow and slightly too big for Obi-Wan’s hands, he knew that Rex and Jesse were in the process of getting Obi-Wan his own, something a bit smaller and easier concealed.

Once the blaster was taken away, Obi-Wan pulled out his cane instead, reaching out with his free hand until he found Fox kama and then his belt, hanging on as he had done with Anakin earlier.

Fox instantly ran his hand gently over Obi-Wan’s cheek, thumb gently pulling at the scar tissue at his temple before settling on his shoulder, pulling him gently along.

That was another thing Obi-Wan liked about Fox, he never asked questions.

He seemed to just get it, that Obi-Wan required a hand sometimes, as independent as he was, sometimes he was tired and just needed the people around him to offer a hand without question.

And Force ‘seeing’ always made Obi-Wan tired.

But he wanted to show of off, he couldn’t help it.

He had been learning while away and he wanted to make Fox proud.

And he had!

“Lets go get you a hot chocolate and some nice, solid food, hmm?” Fox stated quietly, the thump of his helmet against his thigh a soothing sound to Obi-Wan.

He liked it when Fox didn’t wear his helmet, the vocoder always scrambled his voice.

Well, he liked it when most clones didn’t wear their helmets if he was honest but he knew why they had to, especially while out in the field.

But right here, not on duty, he was grateful that Fox wasn’t wearing his.

“A hot chocolate sounds good,” Obi-Wan agreed, pushing closer until he was tucked under Fox arm instead of the other simply holding his shoulder. “And bantha burgers?” He questioned hopefully.

There was a pause, filled only by the sounds of walking before Fox let out a loud sigh. “Alright, anyone not on duty or about to go on duty, we’re going to Dex. Get your asses into the skycar.” He called out, to several groans, mostly likely from those on duty, and a few people cheering with delight.

Obi-Wan grinned.

What happens next in Sightless bird?

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Leaving the gathering hall is a relief, as bewildering and interesting as it is to hear adults bicker like children, Obi-Wan would admit that he was a bit dazed at this point.

Overwhelmed and overstimulated.

All the sounds and scents, a mix of cologne and perfumes and oils that overpowered his nose that made him sneeze. Then there was the emotions spilling all over without any shields in place on most of these adults were…

These people were suppose to be among those that made decisions on how their society was suppose to work?

These people that bickered worse than children over petty things, who didn’t seem to get that they were suppose to support and care for people all over the galaxy and instead were arguing about petty things?

Honestly, who in the galaxy bickered about parking taxes!?

He and Anakin had more productive arguments, and they sometimes argued about the texture of blankets and what kind of slippers were best!

So yes, Obi-Wan is relieved as he follows his master to get away, tucked into Anakin’s side with one hand holding onto the man’s belt to relieve his own senses just a bit.

Well, until he feels that signature.

That person, unique as all people were and dear to Obi-Wan as he perks up and lets go, rushing forward. Anakin lets out a surprised, worried shout but lets Obi-Wan rush forward, dodging under aids.

“Fox!” Obi-Wan cried with delight, the glow of the man turning towards him, brightening up like a bonfire before the man is reaching out, catching Obi-Wan with little difficulty.

He’s equally easily lifted up into the air, happily reaching out and tucking his legs around Fox chest, holding on as he delights in having his Fox again in reach with vambrace covered arms beneath his ass supporting. He loved Fox, Fox was one of the best people he knew.

“Thorn, get my helmet off.” Fox growled and Obi-Wan would have greeted Thorn, he liked Thorn but he was occupied in basking in the affectionate care of his big brother as Fox dropped his bare head forward, pressing it to Obi-Wan’s.

The affection wraps around him, warm and familiar like an old blanket, echoing through Obi-Wan from the skin to skin touch and like this, so close, Obi-Wan can see Fox.

Or well, what he thinks is Fox face.

He done this with others, fingertips can only give him so much and while there is no color, its still Fox face.

“Hi Fox.” He greeted quietly, arms wrapped around the commander’s neck to hold on with quiet glee.

“Hey there verd’ika.” Fox greeted in turn, voice low and warm as he held tightly onto Obi-Wan, his breath smelling of caff as it washed over Obi-Wan’s face. In the Force, Fox emotions were a convoluted mess but sticking out almost like a sore thumb was the man’s relief with the affection.

Obi-Wan knew that Fox didn’t like he was out in active battlefields, knew that he didn’t want Obi-Wan out in the war but that the other wouldn’t say as much. That he wanted Obi-Wan to spread his own wings so to speak.

And from Fox, those emotions didn’t hurt.

Fox didn’t think of him as ‘less’ because his eyes didn’t work.

Fox was simply worried because he cared.

It had nothing to do with Obi-Wan being supposedly less capable than any other youngling.

Fox has never made Obi-Wan feel less, only loved by someone who genuinely cared. Just like creche master Dolan and Vanda, just like master Yoda and Master Windu.

Just like Anakin and Qui-Gon.

A warm, protective hand rests on his back and Obi-Wan reluctantly pulls away enough to tilt his head in Anakin’s direction, beaming happily. “Panakin!” He clung to Fox still. “Can I stay with ori vod Fox?” He questioned hopefully, feeling Fox arms tighten on his legs.

Anakin let out a deep, considering hum, rubbing lightly at his spine. “Well, as long as Commander Fox feeds you and brings you to the temple before eight, I don’t see an issue.” His master stated lightly.

The arms on his legs eased the grip slightly, Obi-Wan feeling himself dip slightly. “Of course General, we’ll feed him properly.” Fox promised.

Obi-Wan just grinned, feeling Anakin tug on his braid with the Force.

He got to spend time with Fox! “Shooting range!” He cried out, hands in the air, Thorn laughing in his helmet as Fox snorted loudly.

Ani and Obi are home one leave. Palpatine tries to sink his claws into Obi in Sightless bird.

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Keeping his padawan against his side with a hand on the boys shoulder, Anakin glanced around the Senate chamber, his upper lip curling involuntarily as he and Obi-Wan stood in one of the observatory halls. He hated being here, wanted to be anywhere, even down in the slums of Coruscant just as long as he didn’t have to be here.

The only thing keeping him still was Obi-Wan’s obvious fascination as he tilted his head, listening as blind eyes flickered to whoever was speaking at the time.

Master Windu however had been right when he had spoken with Anakin and Qui-Gon in the hanger, Obi-Wan was an apprentice of the Jedi order, that also meant dealing with politicians and learning about the laws and rules.

Now, Anakin wasn’t the best at those things, despite Qui-Gon’s many, many tries but Obi-Wan for sure had the gift of gab and with a little fine tuning, both he and his master could see the negotiator in making Obi-Wan would become.

It was why he often let Qui-Gon take over those lessons with Obi-Wan, his master showing his grand padawan the way better than Anakin could.

His heart throbbed a bit as he remembered who had taught Ahsoka and the memory made him pull his padawan closer, Obi-Wan letting out a soft, confused noise but let Anakin settle him in front of him.

Padawan settled in front and both his arms wrapped around the boys shoulders, Anakin settled again, looking up once more to observe with the curl of disgust flashing through him once more.

How he had come to loath politicians.

Looking through Ahsoka’s trial again, it was clear how it was all a show, the Senate wanting to look like they were doing something.

Bringing a traitor to heel, especially a Jedi traitor of all things, how grand a production.

Especially when Ahsoka ran of, a giant hunt through Coruscant, it became an even bigger thing then and something Anakin hated that he had contributed to.

If he had just… reached out to Ahsoka instead of chased her… maybe, maybe, always maybe.

It was why he kept such a close hold on Obi-Wan, why he wouldn’t leave him alone with any politician, especially not in the Senate and he would not be leaving him alone with anyone from Palpatine or Tarkin’s faction.

Which he now knew were the same thing.

It was uncomfortable to look back on his own memories, the hindsight, especially when a cautious Aayla had asked, no less than a week ago if Anakin himself would have left Ahsoka or Obi-Wan to visit the old man.

It had both made him upset and bitter.

Upset at the idea of leaving either of his padawans to Palpatine, to let him do as he had done with Anakin back then, the hindsight making it clearer to him how Palpatine had manipulated him and also used him as his lapdog to make it seem like he had a powerful thug in his arsenal.

And bitter because why hadn’t Qui-Gon or the others stopped it.

Well, Aayla had answered that.

Because they had tried but the Chancellor had used his powers to ensure Anakin came to see him, to ‘guide’ him.

‘Yeah, bringing me to seedy cantinas to watch corrupt politician gamble and pretend he couldn’t do anything about it. Lots of guiding there.’ Anakin inwardly growled.

A small, callused hand wrapped around his wrist, Anakin looking down even as Obi-Wan’s focus continued to be on the debate happening in the Senate. His thumb slowly rubbed Anakin’s wrist, the touch itself grounding along with the sight of a safe padawan in his arms.

It was reluctantly relaxing and Anakin couldn’t help but ease up his grip, his body unwinding ever so slightly as he smiled wryly down at his padawan.

Clearly, from the smile that grew on Obi-Wan’s lips, the boy realized it.

‘Brat.’ Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, giving the others braid a little tug as he draw Obi-Wan back into him, the boy almost hidden in the darkness of Anakin’s robes as they wrapped around him.

All the better to hide the other away, until Obi-Wan was ready to take on every challenge head on.

Anakin had no doubt he could but until then, Obi-Wan was his to nurture and guide and he’d do his best and no one, absolutely no one got to take him away from Anakin until then.

His eyes slowly rose to stare down the Chancellor pod, Anakin’s lips pulling back in a silent snarl.

Absolutely no one.

Oof, SightlessBird has hit Anakin with some more angst! I’m glad that he has Padawan Obi to help balance some of that out – that kid is, as always, super perceptive! It’s good that Anakin has support in his Master, his men, and his Padawan! (And, oh, of course Obi took to dancing like a duck to water – he’s still a cultured Coruscanti Obi, he’s just younger haha! I love it!)

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Laying down slowly so not to disturb the other inhabitant of the bed, Anakin smiled when all Obi-Wan did was to mutter and then wiggle closer to his master in his sleep as he sought out warmth, the blond pulling the blanket around them both.

Due to the lack of space in their tent, master and padawan had decided to share a bed, Obi-Wan still small enough that his pointy knees and elbow weren’t an issue.

Plus, Obi-Wan had a tendency to freeze Anakin had noticed, having the boy sleep in the same bed as Anakin would help with keeping his temperature even, especially when he was so tired his system might be sluggish.

Like after today.

The twelve year old had gone down like a chopped tree later that night, the day of dancing lesson getting all that nervous teen energy out of him, much to both Anakin and Rex relief since they were pretty sure Obi-Wan would somehow find out how to blow himself up if they weren’t watching.

Pressing his nose into the others somewhat greasy hair, Anakin felt his burgeoning nerves settling with his padawan cuddled up against him.

Having Obi-Wan was somehow more nerve wrecking than Ahsoka had been and Anakin hadn’t been quite sure why.

Until Qui-Gon had quietly pulled him aside, murmuring to him that Obi-Wan was not Ahsoka, that they weren’t going to loose him the same way Ahsoka had been lost.

That was why Anakin was so nervous.

He was terrified of Obi-Wan leaving like Ahsoka, however justified, would leave.

Ahsoka had deserved better, from all of them and had left because she could no longer trust the people that had once raised her and Anakin understood.

Force did he understand not trusting the council when they seemed to never consider how much their words and decisions could hurt the individual.

But even more, he was terrified the Senate was somehow going to get involved with Obi-Wan.

Terrified that Tarkin would be set against Obi-Wan like he had been set loose on Ahsoka in that farce of a trial.

For being people Anakin had once respected, he had nothing but scorn for them now.

Maybe some lasting respect but Force, he wanted nothing to do with the Senate, Palpatine or Tarkin.

And even his relationship with Padme was on the rocks because of it.

It was a sobering though, that his marriage was breaking apart.

But every time he thought about introducing Obi-Wan to Padme, his entire soul screamed in protest.

If Anakin had his way, Obi-Wan would have nothing to do with any Senate member.

And certainly no one of Palpatine’s supporters like Tarkin.

A soft whine broke the quiet of the tent, Obi-Wan squirming in discomfort against him. Silently cursing, Anakin realized he was projecting his anger and discomfort.

Pressing a short kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead, Anakin took a deep breath while shoring up his shields, trying to push the emotions away as Obi-Wan relaxed once more against him, the furrow of the teens brow easing out into sleep once more.

‘Kark, I hope Qui-Gon didn’t catch that.’ Anakin grimaced to himself, feeling a bit humiliated in his lack of control.

And even more so for almost waking Obi-Wan.

The kid needed sleep, using the Force like he did to ‘see’ in his own unique way, especially during battle with droids, was a draining thing and despite how used Obi-Wan was to it, he still needed periods of rest.

Proper rest that was and not just an uneasy sleep of a few hours.

“Sorry Obi-Wan.” Anakin whispered into the dark, pushing away his own dark thoughts.

It wouldn’t do him well to dwell on them, especially out in active field.

Padme and the issue of their marriage could wait until Anakin and especially Obi-Wan, was in a safer space.

Like the Jedi temple, unfortunately turbulent emotions were getting pretty common in the temple too due to the war, everyone trying their best but ptsd didn’t make for good meditations and the healers and mind healers were overworked with trying to keep everyone fit.

‘I wish this war would end soon…’ Anakin thought, staring blindly into the dark as he rubbed absently at a warm back, Obi-Wan’s soft breaths of air puffing against Anakin’s chest.

Soooo….. you mentioned in sightlessbird that Anakin and Padme’s marriage isn’t going so well, could I ask what happened there?

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Laughing quietly as Obi-Wan clung to his hand and almost toppled over, Anakin ensured the other wouldn’t fall flat on his face on the ground as a round of amiable laughter echoed around the observing camp by the troopers as Obi-Wan’s cheeks and ears flushed even as he grinned up at Anakin, only slightly embarrassed by his own misstep.

While not as terrible as Anakin had been when he first started learning to dance, Obi-Wan certainly was no expert either.

But with opportunities to dance and experience after the lessons, he would certainly become a decent dancer as Obi-Wan showed he could follow rhythm of both the music and another sentient’s body and had a good sense of balance.

Not that the latter was all that shocking, most Jedi had a good sense of balance since they were trained from a young age in saber battle and katas.

You didn’t master them unless you had at least basic control over your balance and limbs, though teenage gangliness could lead to insecurities in both.

But Obi-Wan was taking to it and much to Anakin’s delight, several of the troopers were joining in, Waxer dragging Boil with him to learn to dance and a laughing Echo and Fives joining when the first pair did, all four of them watching and listening closely to what Anakin was teaching.

And of course, others joined in too once Anakin and Obi-Wan showed no sign of displeasure at having the lesson invaded.

Hell, Gregor had joined in with a string instrument Anakin had no idea where the man had stashed, though he suspected Qui-Gon in supplying it and Rex was finally relaxing, watching Obi-Wan with obvious relief as the boy for once was doing something peaceful and not dangerous.

Qui-Gon had joined in too, the man laughing warmly as he guided a few younger troopers through the steps with his warm brogue.

Of course, in this galaxy, the fun and the peace never quite lasts for long and Anakin quietly let go of Obi-Wan’s hand when he heard his comm chime, picking it up with an absent assurance to his padawan.

Only to go stone cold silent when he saw who was calling him, his good humor fading away.

Padme.

Ever since Ahsoka’s trial, the two had been getting into more arguments, slipping away from each other and honestly, she wasn’t the only one Anakin had been slipping away from. His contempt for the Senate had been growing by the day and that included his once so lovely angel that could do no wrong in his eyes.

It was strange how much could go wrong in so little time.

Oh, he blamed the council, make no doubt of that.

But he also knew who in the end had the real power in that hearing and while Padme had tried to help, she could have done more and Palpatine for sure could have.

Someone in the Senate could have and should have helped Anakin’s padawan, especially when he was practically begging on his knees.

A small hand wrapped around his elbow, breaking Anakin from his staring contest with the chiming comm as he looked up, finding Obi-Wan’s puzzled, blind eyes focused up at him with sightless eyes tracking Anakin’s aura, his curiosity and concern pinging in their bond. “Master?” He whispered quietly, the music and the troopers still dancing around them, though certainly not unaware of Anakin’s mood.

Glancing at his comm, Anakin stared at it before outright turning it off and putting it back on his belt, giving his full focus on his current padawan. “Its nothing Obi-Wan, just some spam call. Nothing else.” He assured quietly, taking his padawan by the hands again.

Blinking, clearly realizing that something more was going on but not asking anything much to Anakin’s relief, Obi-Wan instead squeezed Anakin’s hands. “Okay so help me through the steps again?” He grinned, his braid medallion sparkling in the two suns of the planet, the light picking out the bright copper of his hair.

Snorting as Fives gave the two a playful bump as he and Echo waltzed past, Anakin happily lifted Obi-Wan’s right hand up while pulling the left to Anakin’s waist. “Alright then, face up to your partner.” He teased, smiling when he caught Qui-Gon watching Anakin with knowing if slightly saddened eyes.

With great turmoil and trauma, friends and lovers could sometimes slowly glide apart, despite no one being truly lost.

Sometimes the emotional didn’t just outright disappear, it just… faded, slowly, steadily.

Just for now, Anakin choose not to think about it as he focused on his smiling, happy padawan that he was teaching something beyond warfare with the sounds of his laughing troopers and the music around them.

A happy memory for unsettled days, to look back on and enjoy.

Sightlessbird: Whelp, lets not give Anakin and everyone heart attacks, so how about something peaceful not involving battle this chapter?

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Wiggling a bit and pouting when he didn’t move an inch, Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh. “I do think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit.” He stated as loudly as he dared.

There was a round of snorts at that and Anakin shifted where he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, the boy able to feel his master’s stare at him. “Right, we’re overacting, its not like you were throwing around live grenades and dodging Ventress only days ago.” He stated a tad hysterically.

“But you’re heavy.” Obi-Wan groaned, flopping dramatically to the ground as troopers laughed around them, doing whatever they were up to since Anakin sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap.

“I can get Rex in full armor to sit in your lap. I will get him to do it, you already know I will.” Anakin stated warningly.

Sulking at that, Obi-Wan squirmed some more then grumbled petulantly.

For a few blessed moments, outside of some rustling bushes and Fives and Echo playing sabbac, it was quiet.

Until Obi-Wan let out a loud cry that had several jumping in surprise. “I’M BORED!” He whined loudly, not caring he was being a bit whiny as he kicked his legs from under Anakin.

Pausing, Anakin glanced down at his padawan then over to Qui-Gon, looking like he was desperately asking for help with his eyes.

The damn man however was smirking back at him, slowly sipping his tea that Cody had graciously served him moments before.

He could almost hear his old master voice going ‘sweet, sweet karma my dear padawan.’ for all the petulant whining Anakin had put Qui-Gon through when he was an over-energetic youth.

Grunting as Obi-Wan for real started trying to get him off, Anakin latched onto the first idea that occurred to him. “How about I teach you some dancing!” He yelled out.

Everyone, including Anakin, froze incredulously at the suggestion, staring at the blond.

Qui-Gon had actually dropped his jaw at the suggestion, staring at Anakin as if he didn’t know the now flushing man.

Obi-Wan however perked up. “Really? What kind of dancing Panakin?” He questioned, blind eyes wide as he sat up to hug his master around the torso.

And well… that was kinda it for Anakin as he reluctantly gave in with a small smile. “One, don’t call me that in the temple, ever, please, give me some dignity. And two, how about some Nabooan ballroom dancing?” He offered, grasping the others braid to give it a little tug as Obi-Wan grinned wickedly at the first part.

His marriage with Padme might be on the rocks at the moment but that didn’t mean he had forgotten the things he had learned to impress her or the things she had taught him later on.

Nabooan court traditions were some of the first things he had, shyly, managed to ask Qui-Gon to teach him back when he was twelve.

Qui-Gon, with a slightly reserved look in his eyes, had of course risen to the task while simultaneously warning Anakin about the difference of love and attachment as the man was all to familiar with a love that was too consuming. And telling Anakin when he grew older about Tahl Uvain.

That had been…

Well, a lesson of humility for sure, to see the pain and discomfort on his master’s face when Anakin had at the time thought his master invulnerable.

But yes, Anakin would teach Obi-Wan the things he had been taught as a padawan too, the war wouldn’t last forever and knowing some dancing would benefit Obi-Wan for sure, especially if they were sent to attend one of those charity balls.

Shifting himself onto his knees and then up on his feet, Anakin reached down and pulled Obi-Wan up as the boy eagerly shifted, clearly full of energy. “Sounds sasser master!” He chirped.

Blinking at the boy, Anakin raised a brow. “Sasser?” He curiously noted.

“Sasser means good. Royal sasser means really good.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, holding onto his master’s hands as he explained.

“Huh… so kinda like wizard, where did you pick that up?” Anakin asked curiously, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Troopers.” The easy explanation and of course it was the troopers, Anakin thought with amusement as he sent them an amused look, all too aware that Commander Fox was very attached to his padawan.

“Alright then, Nabooan ballroom dance, lets get this party started.” He chuckled, grinning when Longshot took the initiative to bring out a harmonica he had.

SightlessBird Obi is, as always, a delight. I am SO amused to see the results of the battle; that he can rattle the veterans so thoroughly is both impressive and worrisome. I can’t wait for Qui-Gon to meet him! Obi and Ani are clearly meant to be Padawan and Master in this ‘verse, but it never hurts for a Padawan to enjoy their own grandmaster, either! Obi and Qui will probably get on like a house on fire, I’m betting! Poor Cody needs to meet with Rex (and Fox?) and prepare for trouble, lol

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Watching the boy with a small smile as he carefully poured tea into the cups in front of him, using his fingertips of his free hand as a form for measurement, Qui-Gon came to decide that Anakin surely must have overreacted.

Obi-Wan was a delight to be around, the boy instantly offering both his grandmaster and commander Cody tea when they arrived, the boy visibly perking up in interest, sightless eyes wide and happy with his Force aura practically vibrating.

Someone had managed to convince the boy into some armor too clearly, Qui-Gon had caught some chatter from his commander about that being a priority but honestly, regardless how complicated his emotions were about the war, he would admit that Obi-Wan made a dashing little gent.

Like Anakin, most of his outfit was dark.

His tunic and tabards were both black, his leggings were a darker grey and his boots coal black with only his belt being a shade of deep red cutting the color of his normal clothes. Qui-Gon suspected that that was Anakin’s decision, dressing his padawan in the colors he himself preferred.

Match that with Obi-Wan’s red hair and that alone made a dashing figure of a pre teen on the cups of growing out of his baby fat.

But add on the white vambraces, shoulder pads, the gorget and clear knee pads with splashes of blue here and there in designs Qui-Gon would bet were added by the troopers, especially when he saw a smily face with a five on the left vambrace, Obi-Wan cleaned up to look very presentable.

And Qui-Gon mourned once more the sight of a their padawans turned into soldiers.

He had mourned it when Ahsoka had arrived, fourteen years old and ready to become a soldier.

He mourned it now as he watched this bright, wonderful spark as Obi-Wan engaged them in chatter, the boy no worse for wear despite being out in battle with Anakin for a few weeks now.

To be fair, Coruscant had not been much kinder to Obi-Wan, considering the lightsaber scar crossing his eyes but Qui-Gon knew that the wide galaxy was a much cruel space now than when he himself had raised Anakin and before that again, Xanatos as much as it hurt to think that way.

But with cruelty and violence came compassion and Obi-Wan had it in spades.

Talking with the boy was refreshing, his grandpadawan was smart, had a good moral compass and wanted to help.

That was something Qui-Gon wholly supported and when Obi-Wan, shyly, requested Qui-Gon’s help with meditation…

Well, Qui-Gon was delighted to give his aid.

Meditation, the sitting still kind at least, was something Anakin struggled, the Force too loud for the other man to quiet down enough.

Thankfully, moving meditation worked for Anakin and Obi-Wan also seemed to enjoy it but wanting the more traditional form for meditation that Obi-Wan had no doubt had grown up with in the creche.

It was honestly a bit exciting.

Before, Qui-Gon would lead the occasional meditation class but he hadn’t gotten to work with a youngling on meditation for ages.

Yes, he was going to enjoy working with young Obi-Wan quite well.

()()()

He took it back.

He took it all BACK.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was a little menace and if that boy didn’t get his arse back now, Qui-Gon was going to have a heart attack!

“OBI-WAN KENOBI, YOU GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE!” Cody suddenly yelled what Qui-Gon was desperately thinking while shooting droids, the boy twisting between magna guards and kicking up so much gray sand in an attempt to avoid not only the magna guards electrostaffs but also karking Ventress.

“A BIT DIFFICULT COMMA-EEP!” Obi-Wan barely dodged in time, the end of nerf tail becoming shorter and Qui-Gon imagined hearing the sizzling noises of the hair as Ventress tried to decapitate his grandpadawan.

Somewhere to his left he could hear Anakin, panicking loudly and the hollow sound of Rex begging for ka’ra to save the di’kut alor even as he continued blasting down droids on his end.

“I’M FINE MASTER PANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yipped over the battle dim and Qui-Gon sent a prayer of to the Force.

His poor heart couldn’t take this and he would never again believe Obi-Wan blind doe eyes.

Never.

Sightlessbird – the last update was just *chefs kiss* I was wondering about who is in charge of the 212th? Do the 501st and 212th still work as closely? I can just imagine Cody being all super protective over Obi-Wan

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Pressing his fist to his mouth to prevent the other from seeing his smile, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but ponder what a delight karma could be even as Anakin moaned into his arms, the knight having laid his arms on the table and his head on his arms as he started recounting his padawan’s deed.

Anakin, wonderful as he was and a good padawan, was not a grand diplomat and often he had stepped on the toes of the people they were supposed to be investigating or helping as a young teen.

He had of course become better with age but young Anakin had been… blunt.

Yes, blunt was the word.

A diplomatic word.

So often, Qui-Gon had been required to run, Anakin tucked up under his arm with an angry mob under his arm as they ran from everything from a royal or senator’s guard to the thugs hired by a weapon or drug dealer Anakin had either insulted or enraged in some manner.

It made for an interesting few years, that was for sure, until Qui-Gon had finally managed to teach Anakin at least some diplomacy and drop his reckless bluntness for some caution.

Though, admittedly, Obi-Wan’s recklessness was… worrying.

Dropping his hand and opening his mouth, finally feeling like he wouldn’t bust out laughing, Qui-Gon paused as Cody arrived, the man setting a cup of tea down. “Ah, thank you Cody. Sapir?” He stated hopefully, smiling thankfully when his commander nodded.

Force, Qui-Gon abhorred this war and yet… meeting Cody and the other troopers almost, almost made him glad.

It was a complicated place to be.

Loving the troopers and yet abhorring the war, though he knew the troopers themselves had complicated emotions about the war.

Without it, they would not exist. And yet with it, they died and further more, many treated them as if they were less than sentient.

Complicated.

So many things were complicated.

Picking up the cup, Qui-Gon peered at his former padawan, giving into his urge to smile just a little bit as Anakin glared sullenly up at him from his arms. “My best advice would be to speak to him, sit down and meditate, however,” He raised one hand when Anakin sat up suddenly, mouth open. Thankfully, the other’s mouth shut at that though he still glared at Qui-Gon. “However,” He repeated, grateful Anakin could still listen to him. “Every padawan is unique, they require different handling. Young padawan Kenobi is not Ahsoka,” He pretended not to notice the flinch, all too aware of how Anakin’s heart still hurt for his former padawan. “Speak with him first and if you require, I will speak with him later on, perhaps he can meditate with me.” He offered.

Honestly, when he had arrived, he had not expected this.

He had been interested in meeting his new grandpadawan but to have Anakin practically ambush him at the shuttle and drag him away before Qui-Gon could meet the boy…

Honestly, now Qui-Gon was even more interested in meeting young Obi-Wan.

He sounded like an interesting and energetic child.

And to have a naturally formed Force bond… the will of the Force were truly mysterious.

Taking a sip, grateful he had waited long enough as the tea didn’t hurt his mouth, he glanced in concern at Captain Rex sitting on a crate. “However, maybe you should tend to your captain?” Qui-Gon mused, a tad worried.

The blond truly looked a bit hollow, staring out into the air blankly with a vague look of horror.

Turning in his chair, Anakin stared at his captain before looking at Qui-Gon. “…Master, Rex became like this because of Obi-Wan. He was crying earlier when Obi-Wan announced bombs were ‘fun’.” Anakin twitched a bit.

Pausing, Qui-Gon stared at Anakin before looking at Rex again, feeling Cody shock. “…Perhaps I can speak with young Kenobi soon. For Captain Rex’s sanity sake.” The older man finally settled on, seeing the usually so unshaken captain in such a condition was a tad… disturbing.

And impressive.

Young Obi-Wan had managed something no one else so far had done in the time Qui-Gon had known Rex.

‘I can’t wait to meet him.’ Qui-Gon mused, wondering if his grandpadawan would cause the rest of his hair to go gray.