When
the supposed Sith arrived, Cody had no idea what to really expect as
he lined up with his vode, the ones he knew would become the future
212th,
all standing on guard as the Sith entered with the longnecks.
They
had of course observed and analyzed footage of Sith, seen the brutal
efficiency of their battles, seen the power they wielded with such
ease that it took Cody’s breath away.
And
then the Sith was in front of them, observing them with yellow,
almost glowing eyes familiar enough to them that they almost looked
like the amber ones of the troopers.
Copper
toned hair pulled back into a short braid in the neck, pale skin with
freckles and dressed in expensive cloth of black and blue shades, the
lightest the color of the sky on the rare clear day of Kamino, only
just peeking out from all the darkness.
A
tunic Cody guessed, silky under tunic if he was pushed to detail,
with
a dark navy blue over, midnight blue sash and black belt with black
leggings with a black robe over to seamlessly blend in with polished
leather boots.
He
was… pretty, the jut of his chin with the clefted chin was pretty.
Cody
wasn’t sure what he had expected but he knew that Sith sometimes, a
lot of times honestly, could become corrupted by the dark side of the
Force that gave them the power that they controlled the galaxy with.
But
this one, from his clear skin, burning golden eyes the shade of a
predators gaze and confidant sashay, he could be nothing but pretty
or beautiful honestly.
The
only sign of the dark side of the Force, as far as Cody could tell,
was the golden eyes and the fangs that peeked out past the man’s
lips.
But
then the man asked for his name, his eyes slitting for a few seconds
as he stared into Cody’s own amber colored eyes.
At
that point Cody would have slit the kamino’s throat behind the Sith
had General Kenobi asked him to.
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Obi-Wan
had an army now.
And
what a large and impressive
army it was Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think as he licked his lips,
watching the men below fetch their armor and blasters, Commander
Cody still at his side as the man murmured information for Obi-Wan
about the various groups gathering below.
It
was interesting and illuminating for what Obi-Wan would be able to do
later on.
Cody
was quite the source of information, standing at Obi-Wan’s side in
a half parade rest with his helmet under his arm.
He
would of course need to figure out who had really ordered all the
troopers, who were his now, Obi-Wan would slaughter whoever tried to
take away his troopers.
‘I
will have to speak with Qui-Gon and the council, best tell them
before I start a rampage through the galaxy with my new rather
wonderful army.’ He smirked to himself before tilting his head to
look at Cody, turning around to give the man his full attention.
It
was something he noticed, how the clones he spoke with straightened
up and looked at him with a small measure of awe when he gave them full attention. It made him suspect the kind of treatment the
local kamino’s gave the clones.
‘Lama
Su did call them products… I will need more information before I
proceed.’ He noted mentally as he smiled at Cody, flashing his
fangs at the man. “Commander Cody, while this has been thrilling, I
do think I will need more information… focused on the treatment the
kamino’s has been exercising on you and all your… friends?
Troopers? Brothers?” He raised his brow.
“Vode,”
Cody murmured, glancing quickly at the large window to watch a few of
the armored men, visibly shaking himself a bit as he turned his
attention back to Obi-Wan. “I… you might not like what I’m
about to say General Kenobi.” He murmured, helmet clenched under
his arm.
He
was right, Obi-Wan did not.
Amber
eyes slitted, the light flickered and a light bulb blew up as he
hissed before stepping forward and cupping Cody’s cheek, stroking
his thumb under a wary Cody’s eye. “No more, your vode will be
safe Cody, I promise you.” He hissed before turning, his robe
flaring around him as he marched towards the door, the Force ripping
the floor and wall as the Sith marched with purpose to find the prime
minister. ‘Mine,
how many have
they
taken away,
they’re MINE!’
Obi-Wan’s
Force was snarling out into the cosmos as Cody followed quickly, the
commander watching in awe how durasteel was twisted and bent as the
Sith prowled like the predator he was.
He
was almost tempted to call for some of the other commander candidates
so they could see in person when Obi-Wan tore into the kamino’s.
I had this for like a week now laying around here unfinished! So I took my time finishing up this Sith!Obi-wan doodle (◡‿◡✿) He’s such a manipulative but caring shit. I am totally inlove with the idea of Lord Kenobi and Darth Vader ruling the galaxy, as sith husbands. *rubs hands and cackles*
I had this for like a week now laying around here unfinished! So I took my time finishing up this Sith!Obi-wan doodle (◡‿◡✿) He’s such a manipulative but caring shit. I am totally inlove with the idea of Lord Kenobi and Darth Vader ruling the galaxy, as sith husbands. *rubs hands and cackles*
Du
Crion had allies
and even a few friends that liked him amazingly enough to Obi-Wan and
there was always jealousy going on when someone bettered their
position. Obi-Wan was not blind to the ones he had left behind who
had quietly jeered at him thinking he’d have to take the Inquisitor
offers.
Bruck
Chun and Aalto Ser was quick to hiss at him when they could.
However
when Obi-Wan was with his new master all he experienced was the
glares in his back, no one dared to even as much as glare at him when
Qui-Gon was within hearing or sight as the tall master’s eyes
missed nothing.
But
Obi-Wan couldn’t stay at his master’s side
or the lavish apartment his master had at
all times, he
had lessons to go to, people to socialize with and his own things to
do when he had finished his training and chores.
And
so he finds himself being shoved to the wall by two knights glaring
down at him, a blond and a redhead respectively, amber eyes sparkling
malevolently at him as Obi-Wan glares back and bares his teeth at
them.
For
a moment he has the flash image of a lion cub snarling back at male
lions bearing down on them with murderous intent.
Brave
but ultimately foolish.
“I
can’t believe a little shit stain like you is the reason Xanatos
is dead, you were easily enough isolated.” One of them hissed, a
viroblade in his hand.
Glancing
down at it, his pride bristling at the perceived insult of the other
not even bothering to pull his lightsaber, Obi-Wan snarled back. “He
was weak and I was strong. And you needed two
to take me and gang up on me, at least I went after Du Crion alone.”
He mocked.
He
received an enraged growl, one of the humans reaching for him only
for Obi-Wan to lash out with the Force, the tiny Force lightnings he
could manage enough to burn the nerves and make them wary.
But
also enraging them at the same time as Obi-Wan got his own medicine
in reply.
Proper,
true lighting rains down on him and Obi-Wan’s knees hit the ground
harshly, marble floor just as unforgiving as gravel as Obi-Wan teeth
bite through his lip to keep his screams in. He will not scream for
them, he will have that much as he raises his head enough to glare.
He’s
still panting harshly as the lighting is let up moments later, both
of them smirking down at him.
“I
say we carve him up and leave him as a corpse for the lothcats, a
puny macabre find for someone.”
The redhead grunted, playing with his blade.
Snorting,
the other rubbed his chin. “Or we drain him, he’s strong, you can
tell that much.” He drawled.
Obi-Wan’s
attention however was drawn further back in the hall as a dark shape
was making itself known. Amber and blood red was almost glowing in
the dark and Obi-Wan felt his heart thunder in his chest that had
nothing to do with the lighting and pain he had been exposed to.
No,
it was excitement as Qui-Gon’s unforgiving stone face finally
emerged from the dark behind the two oblivious knights.
“Or,”
He whispered silkily, both of them going ramrod as Qui-Gon rested his
hands on their backs. “I give my warning to the temple at whole
through you two for attacking my apprentice.” That
was their only warning.
And
then they were screaming, collapsing to the floor while spasming and
kicking, put under Qui-Gon’s dark power as all color seemed to be
pulled from their hair.
Watching
in awe, the dark side crooning lullabies and promises in his ears,
Obi-Wan licked the blood off his lip and smirked when they urinated
under the pain and he was almost disappointed when Qui-Gon stopped,
leaving the two panting and shaking on the floor, alive.
Then
his focus was all on his master as the man gracefully stepped over
the two bodies and the puddles around them, the man’s large hand
cupping his chin.
The
man’s thumb prodded at Obi-Wan’s bleeding lip, his own pursing
before running his hand gently through Obi-Wan’s hair.
He
felt his lip tingling, Qui-Gon’s Force wrapping around him as the
man healed Obi-Wan before drawing him into his stomach in a brief
hug. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would apprentice,
quite clever in avoiding difficulties but hopefully this will be
warning enough for everyone.” The man murmured, his deep brogue
soothing and warm to Obi-Wan.
Humming,
the scent of the man’s musky cologne and tea which was trapped in
the cloth going up his nose, Obi-Wan relaxed at the offered safety
and warmth of
the other Sith.
“Thank you master.” He whispered quietly.
Slowly
Qui-Gon continued stroking his apprentice copper
hair for a few more seconds, both ignoring the whimpers behind him
before he settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, turning
him and then guiding
him with him through the hallway.
“Shouldn’t
we alert someone?” Obi-Wan questioned, not bothering to glance back
as
it was obvious what he meant.
Snorting
dismissively, Qui-Gon only squeezed his shoulder. “No, someone will
find them or they will make their own way. Regardless, my warning is
clear. You are off limit for anyone as they deal with me if they
touch you.” He drawled as they entered one of the larger halls,
passing statues of foregone Sith.
Biting
his lip, Obi-Wan had to hide a smile even as he leaned into the grasp
of his master and meet Chun’s enraged eyes across the hall with his
own smug ones.
Oh
the power at his fingertips…
Enemies
better watch their back because Obi-Wan was going to become a force
to be reckoned with.
Amber
and red ringed eyes flickered
over the crowded
dining hall,
the young Initiate scanned the crowds for potential masters as
both young and old mingled during meal time even if they had their
own assigned tables and didn’t mix all that much.
Obi-Wan
was by no means a weak prospect for a master to guide but neither was
he exceptional in
the eyes of most Sith.
Just one of hundreds of younglings around his age or a bit older who
lacked a master to take them on and teach them.
That
was not to say that Obi-Wan was without prospects of course, he
had won too many a training duel and was too strong in the Force to
be utterly without prospects.
He
knew at least two interested Inquisitors who would take him on…
Bah,
inquisitors. His
lip unconsciously curled into a sneer at the thought.
If
he took that offer,
he would become one and never rise to the rank of Darth, always be
looked at from the corner of the upper Sith’s echelons eyes and
dismissed for power and opportunity and
looked down on by everyone else.
And
if Obi-Wan was honest with at least himself, he wouldn’t settle for
just anyone.
No…
His
master was not going to be just another face in a crowd of Sith, just
another red blade among the crowd.
His
master was going to be someone worth Obi-Wan’s devotion and not
just a teacher to guide him through a lackluster apprenticeship.
The
issue to that was that any Sith worth their salt at the moment was
already engaged with a padawan or did not want anymore as they
already had a legacy. ‘But if I were to get rid of the legacy…’
Obi-Wan had weighed his options carefully for
several weeks.
The
audacity to get rid of an older Sith and expose the weakness of
someone would gain him better than getting rid of an ongoing
apprentice and may actually endear him to his future master. Only
time would tell but it would give him an in if he choose carefully.
He
had already put aside both Windu and Nu, neither would take well to
Obi-Wan getting rid of their previous apprentices even if they fit
the criteria of what Obi-Wan wanted.
But
time was running short, he would turn fourteen
soon and it would be too late, he’d be sent away to some mercenary
company soon to be trained as a foot soldier and that was the last
thing he w-
A
ripple in the Force caught his attention, Obi-Wan’s head snapping
to the left with a crack that had another Initiate wincing at the
sound before glaring balefully at Obi-Wan.
He
didn’t notice, busy following the ripple.
There.
An
overly tall human speaking with Yoda and Obi-Wan felt excitement
slither into his veins, a
giddy sort of insanity as Qui-Gon Jinn filled every criteria Obi-Wan
had for a future master. Power, poise, Force beauty, handsome enough
in Obi-Wan’s eyes, physical strength and reputation…
And
the legacy….
Obi-Wan
slowly turned his head to the left, finding the black head of a cocky
looking raven with an arrogant smirk upon his face, a circular scar
resting beneath an eye.
‘Revenge.’
The Force hissed, the snake below his skin writhe and coiling in
preparation of attack. ‘Steady,’ He whispered back, eyes turning
a deeper red than amber and scaring a few of his age mates away from
him as he kept his eye on Du Crion. ‘Soon enough. Soon.’ He
promised himself and the snake, who reluctantly stilled.
Baring
his teeth in a predatory smile, Obi-Wan speared the meat on his plate
and bit into it, various ideas slipping through his mind.
Oh
yes, Obi-Wan knew what he wanted and he intended to have it, all he
had to do was kill Du Crion in a manner that would impress the Sith
lord he intended to have for his master and with the Force at his
aid?
Obi-Wan
was sure he would get exactly what he wanted.
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