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Are they able to heal Obi-Wan in Resist the dark or did the lose their third? If they do heal him, what effects does this have on Obi?

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They both stood
side by side, watching the redhead bob slowly in the bacta as healers
scurried around them quietly.

Only a few noises
disturbed them, the beeps of machines and the bubbling of the tank as
Obi-Wan in the warm tank.

“I want them
dead.” Anakin finally said, not looking away from Obi-Wan, his
yellow eyes flickering over the others body as he took in the scar
where the others organs had spilled out. With enough time in bacta,
even that would disappear but he knew if it hadn’t been for the
Jedi healers, Obi-Wan would be dead.

Qui-Gon didn’t
answer, eyes still on Obi-Wan’s body and a bacta patch on his face.
His hair was shorn short from where it had been burned and his beard
was fully gone as the explosion had damaged.

“Do you hear me
Qui-Gon? I want them found and I want them dead.” Anakin hissed
slightly.

“Who?” Qui-Gon
questioned blandly.

“The ones who did
this!” Anakin whirled on his older lover, eyes curling with rage as
darkness exploded through the Jedi temple.

Neither noticed the
tense sentinels or healers or Windu suddenly appearing in the doorway
with his hand on his saber.

“And who is that
Anakin?” Qui-Gon returned just as blandly, not even ruffled by the
younger mans anger.

The question left
Anakin at loss as he stared at him until finally Qui-Gon looked away
from the tank to meet the others eyes. Anakin’s mouth was open
before he growled. “So we do nothing?”

“Of course not.”
Qui-Gon snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, becoming that damn
bastion of common sense that Anakin really did not need in that
moment. “We turn to patience and we find them but for now we do not
know anything, only that someone planted a bomb on Coruscant in the
middle of a busy shopping street that took out Obi-Wan and mines legs
along with other victims.” He narrowed his eyes before tilting his
head to the doorway. “Something I hope the Jedi Order is
investigating with the troopers Master Windu.” He said in a clipped
tone.

Anakin turned
quickly to meet the eyes of the Master of the Order, his own lips
pursed as he glared at him though Windu did nothing but stare back.

Finally he inclined
his head. “Of course… Lord Jinn.” The title obviously burned
the Jedi but they had no choice but to play nice with the two Sith
running their government as Coruscant actually fell beneath their
hands and fawned over them.

Fawned!

“And what do you
know, if any?” Anakin growled.

Narrowing his eyes
a bit in return, Windu slowly approached the unstable Sith. “Former
Palpatine sycophants. They made their target to your… most
vulnerable spot.” His eyes glanced to Obi-Wan for a moment.

“They’re
getting bold.” Qui-Gon murmured to himself even as Anakin fumed
before he whirled on the man.

“This is the
eight attack! This time Obi-Wan got hurt! Qui-Gon!”

Before Anakin could
yell more, the older Sith finally had enough and reached out to cup
the others cheek, stroking gently before guiding him towards his
chest and hugging him. “Calm down, we’ll make this right.” He
murmured, ignoring Jedi around them as he tucked Anakin beneath his
chin. “We’ll make this right, for Obi-Wan.” He quietly added.

SithandJedi: I’m so happy this prompt has come so far! What are the clones’ reactions to the Orders? Do they relate to the Sith as fighters? Are they in awe of the gentler Jedi? Or did Palps already influence them? Are the chips discovered? I love the clones and would adopt them all if I could ^-^

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Letting out a
considering hum, Obi-Wan tilted his head to peer at the wide eyed
troopers. “When I wanted to introduce myself, this was not quit how
I imagined doing it.” He said happily before lifting a hand.
“Someone help me up?”

That prompted one
of the clones closets to jump to his feet from the mess table and
hurry over, the man giving the door on the floor a glance before
focusing on the Jedi on the floor to pull him up, wincing a bit as he
heard several cracks. “Are you alright sir?” He questioned
nervously.

Straightening up
and pressing his hands to his spine, Obi-Wan gave a low laugh. “Oh
yes, yes, bruises but nothing worse. Qui-Gon and Anakin will still
fuss over me of course but oh well, lets not tell them.” Obi-Wan
winked at the troopers closest staring at him.

“Considering they
seem to be rushing towards us, I believe they already know.” One
trooper said slowly before pointing up to one of the glass halls.

Looking up, Obi-Wan
let out a small curse as he saw Qui-Gon still hurrying with Anakin
stopping to give Obi-Wan a wide eyed examining stare before he raced
after the older Sith. “Well so much for that rouse huh. I got them
to go comm the council’s and for what? To get caught out,
embarrassing really, Yoda’s going to laugh himself silly when I
tell him.” Obi-Wan shook his head a bit and sighed.

The troopers traded
a little look, whispering to each other.

So this was a Jedi.

This wasn’t…

Well the official
summary didn’t really do them justice it seemed.

They had been
spoken about as guardians of peace, respectable, serene and able to
do battle greater than most armies as they followed the code they had
and utilized the Force in their own way.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had
just fallen in through a doorway where he had made the door explode
inward because he wanted to introduce himself to them.

It didn’t quite
fit.

As for the Sith…

“Obi-Wan!” A
long haired Sith burst into the mess hall in a flurry of blue and
black colors as he grabbed the Jedi by the shoulder, running broad
hands over him to check the man over. “Honestly you were just
suppose to survey, not break in.” He hissed. “Are you alright?”
He questioned as the blond followed in.

He had wide eyes
and was dressed in the same beige as the Jedi but he also had a braid
hanging from under an ear which they knew meant padawan or
apprentice. So he could be either or.

Most likely the
Jedi’s padawan if the state of dress indicated anything.

“Master honestly,
you’re suppose to be careful.” The blond tacked on, frowning
while flickering his eyes over the redhead.

Alright yes, the
Jedi’s padawan.

Chuckling, the Jedi
turned to the blond and patted him gently on the cheek in an
affectionate move. “I am quite alright you two guard dogs, nothing
injured only bruised.” He sought to assure.

Pulling himself up
to his true height, the Sith surveyed the redhead with narrowed eyes
and alright, yes, the official report of Sith might be right.

Because this man
had a dangerous feline prowl that spoke of a dangerous foe, his body
was clearly tapered into muscles ready to pounce and he was clearly
protective of the Jedi. All points which had been in the Sith report.

That was at least
interesting though maybe this Obi-Wan was an anomaly for a Jedi?

“How Grandmaster
Yoda has you earmarked for taking over his position once he resigned
I have no idea.” The blond groaned while putting his hands on his
thighs. “You live to torment us, I swear…oh wait, that’s what
Yoda does too.” Anakin mused out loud.

…Okay maybe not
as anomalous as first considered.

The clones
exchanged glances.

What a strange
organization.

SithandJedi: I’m so happy this prompt has come so far! What are the clones’ reactions to the Orders? Do they relate to the Sith as fighters? Are they in awe of the gentler Jedi? Or did Palps already influence them? Are the chips discovered? I love the clones and would adopt them all if I could ^-^

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Letting out a
considering hum, Obi-Wan tilted his head to peer at the wide eyed
troopers. “When I wanted to introduce myself, this was not quit how
I imagined doing it.” He said happily before lifting a hand.
“Someone help me up?”

That prompted one
of the clones closets to jump to his feet from the mess table and
hurry over, the man giving the door on the floor a glance before
focusing on the Jedi on the floor to pull him up, wincing a bit as he
heard several cracks. “Are you alright sir?” He questioned
nervously.

Straightening up
and pressing his hands to his spine, Obi-Wan gave a low laugh. “Oh
yes, yes, bruises but nothing worse. Qui-Gon and Anakin will still
fuss over me of course but oh well, lets not tell them.” Obi-Wan
winked at the troopers closest staring at him.

“Considering they
seem to be rushing towards us, I believe they already know.” One
trooper said slowly before pointing up to one of the glass halls.

Looking up, Obi-Wan
let out a small curse as he saw Qui-Gon still hurrying with Anakin
stopping to give Obi-Wan a wide eyed examining stare before he raced
after the older Sith. “Well so much for that rouse huh. I got them
to go comm the council’s and for what? To get caught out,
embarrassing really, Yoda’s going to laugh himself silly when I
tell him.” Obi-Wan shook his head a bit and sighed.

The troopers traded
a little look, whispering to each other.

So this was a Jedi.

This wasn’t…

Well the official
summary didn’t really do them justice it seemed.

They had been
spoken about as guardians of peace, respectable, serene and able to
do battle greater than most armies as they followed the code they had
and utilized the Force in their own way.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had
just fallen in through a doorway where he had made the door explode
inward because he wanted to introduce himself to them.

It didn’t quite
fit.

As for the Sith…

“Obi-Wan!” A
long haired Sith burst into the mess hall in a flurry of blue and
black colors as he grabbed the Jedi by the shoulder, running broad
hands over him to check the man over. “Honestly you were just
suppose to survey, not break in.” He hissed. “Are you alright?”
He questioned as the blond followed in.

He had wide eyes
and was dressed in the same beige as the Jedi but he also had a braid
hanging from under an ear which they knew meant padawan or
apprentice. So he could be either or.

Most likely the
Jedi’s padawan if the state of dress indicated anything.

“Master honestly,
you’re suppose to be careful.” The blond tacked on, frowning
while flickering his eyes over the redhead.

Alright yes, the
Jedi’s padawan.

Chuckling, the Jedi
turned to the blond and patted him gently on the cheek in an
affectionate move. “I am quite alright you two guard dogs, nothing
injured only bruised.” He sought to assure.

Pulling himself up
to his true height, the Sith surveyed the redhead with narrowed eyes
and alright, yes, the official report of Sith might be right.

Because this man
had a dangerous feline prowl that spoke of a dangerous foe, his body
was clearly tapered into muscles ready to pounce and he was clearly
protective of the Jedi. All points which had been in the Sith report.

That was at least
interesting though maybe this Obi-Wan was an anomaly for a Jedi?

“How Grandmaster
Yoda has you earmarked for taking over his position once he resigned
I have no idea.” The blond groaned while putting his hands on his
thighs. “You live to torment us, I swear…oh wait, that’s what
Yoda does too.” Anakin mused out loud.

…Okay maybe not
as anomalous as first considered.

The clones
exchanged glances.

What a strange
organization.

Maybe we could find out why Obi seems to have two sith assigned to him? Is it because Ani is still in training as a Sith or is it because Qui is concerned about his former padawan? Either way, maybe the councils reassign Qui to another Jedi.

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Staring
at each other quietly, Anakin and Qui-Gon observed each other for a
few long moments as they each
sat in one of the seats for the holo call they had sent off to the
Councils. “You are aware
that once you are past the ‘newborn’ knight period , only one of us can accompany Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon finally drawled, settling his hands in his lap.

“Which
should be me, since I’m younger than you.” Anakin quickly shot
in, brows furrowing. “You’ve been slowing down in dueling.” He
added fuel to the fire with
the implication that Qui-Gon was to old
and to slow to protect
their Obi-Wan.

Smirking
a bit, Qui-Gon inclined his head a bit. “True, however I’m not
likely to be the cause of planetary dispute unlike you, which I may
remind you that Obi-Wan has smoothed over several times for you to
avoid civil war or for the orders to be sued.” He drawled.

Anakin
grumbled, puffing up like an angry bird while Qui-Gon raised a brow
as he slowly stood and
approached the other,
prowling like a feline which had the younger man standing, slinking
away just as gracefully from the leonine
man.

Their
argument of sort had steamed from the Jedi Council congratulating
Anakin on his imminent knighting
from his trials and a reminder that there could only be one Sith
guardian to each Jedi before they had shut down the comms with
promise of representatives from each council would be arriving on
Kamino as quickly as they could come.

Both
Qui-Gon and Anakin wanted to be the ones who remained by Obi-Wan’s
side, both as protective of him with each their own worth.

And
both considered themselves the best pick.

“If
we quarrel over this Obi-Wan will not be happy.” Qui-Gon drawled,
settling his hand on the seat Anakin had been occupying.

“If
he learns of it.” Anakin shot back only to get a raised brow of
surprise. “What?” He snapped.

“You
think you can be quiet about this little disagreement of ours?”
Qui-Gon questioned slowly, his tone and gaze incredulous. “You have
never been quiet, even when before you Fell.” He pointed out a bit
sharply, brows furrowing.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin felt himself hesitate and then snap his mouth shut.
“I… alright I may have some issues with silence.” He
mumbled.

Sighing
a bit, Qui-Gon suddenly seemed to diminish, giving Anakin an utterly
fond look. “I will not take Obi-Wan away for good Ani, you must
know that. You were meant to be my
apprentice, not his but injury saw that I could not until I
recovered. You can however replace Maul as one of Obi-Wan’s guard?”
He suggested.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin mumbled before sighing and nodding. “Its
still some time until my training period is done, I could talk with Oppress yeah.”
Then he smiled wryly at the older man. “I don’t like arguing with
you either.” Anakin shrugged.

Chortling
a bit, Qui-Gon approached as harmlessly as he could seem and leaned
in to press a soft kiss to the others forehead. “Indeed, now lets
go find our wayward Jedi hmm?”

Anakin
laughed a bit before turning pale. “We left Obi-Wan alone to search
the facility.” He whispered.

Opening
his mouth, Qui-Gon too started to pale as he choked on his words. “We
left Obi-Wan alone on a mission.” He got out hoarsely.

For
one silent moment they stared at each other with no small amount of
horror before they both raced for the door with Anakin exclamation
summing both their feelings up neatly.

“KARK!”

Maybe we could find out why Obi seems to have two sith assigned to him? Is it because Ani is still in training as a Sith or is it because Qui is concerned about his former padawan? Either way, maybe the councils reassign Qui to another Jedi.

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Staring
at each other quietly, Anakin and Qui-Gon observed each other for a
few long moments as they each
sat in one of the seats for the holo call they had sent off to the
Councils. “You are aware
that once you are past the ‘newborn’ knight period , only one of us can accompany Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon finally drawled, settling his hands in his lap.

“Which
should be me, since I’m younger than you.” Anakin quickly shot
in, brows furrowing. “You’ve been slowing down in dueling.” He
added fuel to the fire with
the implication that Qui-Gon was to old
and to slow to protect
their Obi-Wan.

Smirking
a bit, Qui-Gon inclined his head a bit. “True, however I’m not
likely to be the cause of planetary dispute unlike you, which I may
remind you that Obi-Wan has smoothed over several times for you to
avoid civil war or for the orders to be sued.” He drawled.

Anakin
grumbled, puffing up like an angry bird while Qui-Gon raised a brow
as he slowly stood and
approached the other,
prowling like a feline which had the younger man standing, slinking
away just as gracefully from the leonine
man.

Their
argument of sort had steamed from the Jedi Council congratulating
Anakin on his imminent knighting
from his trials and a reminder that there could only be one Sith
guardian to each Jedi before they had shut down the comms with
promise of representatives from each council would be arriving on
Kamino as quickly as they could come.

Both
Qui-Gon and Anakin wanted to be the ones who remained by Obi-Wan’s
side, both as protective of him with each their own worth.

And
both considered themselves the best pick.

“If
we quarrel over this Obi-Wan will not be happy.” Qui-Gon drawled,
settling his hand on the seat Anakin had been occupying.

“If
he learns of it.” Anakin shot back only to get a raised brow of
surprise. “What?” He snapped.

“You
think you can be quiet about this little disagreement of ours?”
Qui-Gon questioned slowly, his tone and gaze incredulous. “You have
never been quiet, even when before you Fell.” He pointed out a bit
sharply, brows furrowing.

Opening
his mouth, Anakin felt himself hesitate and then snap his mouth shut.
“I… alright I may have some issues with silence.” He
mumbled.

Sighing
a bit, Qui-Gon suddenly seemed to diminish, giving Anakin an utterly
fond look. “I will not take Obi-Wan away for good Ani, you must
know that. You were meant to be my
apprentice, not his but injury saw that I could not until I
recovered. You can however replace Maul as one of Obi-Wan’s guard?”
He suggested.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin mumbled before sighing and nodding. “Its
still some time until my training period is done, I could talk with Oppress yeah.”
Then he smiled wryly at the older man. “I don’t like arguing with
you either.” Anakin shrugged.

Chortling
a bit, Qui-Gon approached as harmlessly as he could seem and leaned
in to press a soft kiss to the others forehead. “Indeed, now lets
go find our wayward Jedi hmm?”

Anakin
laughed a bit before turning pale. “We left Obi-Wan alone to search
the facility.” He whispered.

Opening
his mouth, Qui-Gon too started to pale as he choked on his words. “We
left Obi-Wan alone on a mission.” He got out hoarsely.

For
one silent moment they stared at each other with no small amount of
horror before they both raced for the door with Anakin exclamation
summing both their feelings up neatly.

“KARK!”

In Alivebutlost, does Xanatos seek out Obi-Wan on his own? Maybe they have some bonding time?

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“When you first became Qui-Gon’s
padawan, you were so painfully shy you’d sit and stare at your own
knees every time Feemor and I visited.” Obi-Wan looked up in
surprise, blinking before shuffling a bit as he caught the dark blue
eyes staring at him, those eyes softening when Obi-Wan meet them
without looking away. “You’d stare just like you were doing
moments ago at your own legs, listening or lost in your own thoughts,
hands clenched into your own tunic or the couch.” Slowly he made
his way from the doorway to the couch as Obi-Wan watched him, both of
them taking each others in as much as anything though to be fair,
everyone stared at Obi-Wan tense days as they tried to correlate the
person in front of them with the teenager who went missing.

The constant staring had been what had
driven Obi-Wan back to Qui-Gon and his quarters to hide a bit as he
was uncertain how to handle it, still feeling overwhelmed.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan tilted his
head a bit. “Did I grow out of it?” He questioned, curious and
wanting for details of his past.

A slow smirk curled along Xanatos lips,
stretching the handsome mans circular scar a bit. “Not so much grow
out of it as me and Feemor kidnapped you while you were sleeping and
brought you camping on a jungle moon. Qui-Gon was so angry at us but
by the end of the week and the trip, you happily accepted piggyback
rides from both Feemor and I.” He settled down on the couch beside
Obi-Wan.

Letting out a little laugh of
disbelief, Obi-Wan stared at him, his pad forgotten in his lap. “You
kidnapped me while I was asleep?” He questioned.

The other winked. “Right from these
very quarters actually. We had to be so quiet so not to wake Qui-Gon,
he was protective of you from the very start he came home with you.
Apparently the first interaction you two had properly you had offered
to blow yourself up for him.” The raven haired man shrugged.

“Was he angry at you? At us?”
Obi-Wan felt his shoulders relax as he watched the man curiously
while mentally noting to ask questions about that
story from Qui-Gon.

Waving his hand, Xanatos snorted and
flopped back in his seat. “Not at you but he was certainly angry at
both of us, it was hilarious until he trashed us in the training
salle in front of everyone.” The raven grunted, rubbing a phantom
pain of his lower ribs.

Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan shook his
head in bemusement before focusing his eyes back on Xanatos. “Why
did you come here?” Obi-Wan asked, smiling faintly.

“Because you’re Obi-Wan. And I’m
Xanatos. And you were my brother.” Xanatos truthfully said, opening
up to Obi-Wan. “And I want my brother back.” He reached out
slowly and gently pressed his hand to Obi-Wan’s cheek when he
didn’t flinch away. “You’ve grown and you’ve changed, without
us there and you no longer know us, but we never stopped caring for
you when we thought you dead. Parts of all us shattered in the time
you were gone, the lineage lost you and lost parts of itself. But now
you’re here, so I will take that chance with both my hands and not
let go with ease.”

Staring at each other, Obi-Wan
swallowed thickly before he slowly shifted on the couch to sit
closer, feeling the warmth of the other as he lifted the pad a bit.
“I-I was studying the layout of the temple but… maybe you would
like to take me around instead?” He asked quietly, a shaky smile
appearing on his face when Xanatos gave him a warm, glowing smile.

“That would be me an honor… little
brother.” Xanatos whispered before leaning forward and pressing
their foreheads together in a move that felt familiar and safe
despite Obi-Wan having no memory of ever doing this before.

And yet…just like with Qui-Gon and
his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, it made him feel warm.

In Alivebutlost, does Xanatos seek out Obi-Wan on his own? Maybe they have some bonding time?

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“When you first became Qui-Gon’s
padawan, you were so painfully shy you’d sit and stare at your own
knees every time Feemor and I visited.” Obi-Wan looked up in
surprise, blinking before shuffling a bit as he caught the dark blue
eyes staring at him, those eyes softening when Obi-Wan meet them
without looking away. “You’d stare just like you were doing
moments ago at your own legs, listening or lost in your own thoughts,
hands clenched into your own tunic or the couch.” Slowly he made
his way from the doorway to the couch as Obi-Wan watched him, both of
them taking each others in as much as anything though to be fair,
everyone stared at Obi-Wan tense days as they tried to correlate the
person in front of them with the teenager who went missing.

The constant staring had been what had
driven Obi-Wan back to Qui-Gon and his quarters to hide a bit as he
was uncertain how to handle it, still feeling overwhelmed.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan tilted his
head a bit. “Did I grow out of it?” He questioned, curious and
wanting for details of his past.

A slow smirk curled along Xanatos lips,
stretching the handsome mans circular scar a bit. “Not so much grow
out of it as me and Feemor kidnapped you while you were sleeping and
brought you camping on a jungle moon. Qui-Gon was so angry at us but
by the end of the week and the trip, you happily accepted piggyback
rides from both Feemor and I.” He settled down on the couch beside
Obi-Wan.

Letting out a little laugh of
disbelief, Obi-Wan stared at him, his pad forgotten in his lap. “You
kidnapped me while I was asleep?” He questioned.

The other winked. “Right from these
very quarters actually. We had to be so quiet so not to wake Qui-Gon,
he was protective of you from the very start he came home with you.
Apparently the first interaction you two had properly you had offered
to blow yourself up for him.” The raven haired man shrugged.

“Was he angry at you? At us?”
Obi-Wan felt his shoulders relax as he watched the man curiously
while mentally noting to ask questions about that
story from Qui-Gon.

Waving his hand, Xanatos snorted and
flopped back in his seat. “Not at you but he was certainly angry at
both of us, it was hilarious until he trashed us in the training
salle in front of everyone.” The raven grunted, rubbing a phantom
pain of his lower ribs.

Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan shook his
head in bemusement before focusing his eyes back on Xanatos. “Why
did you come here?” Obi-Wan asked, smiling faintly.

“Because you’re Obi-Wan. And I’m
Xanatos. And you were my brother.” Xanatos truthfully said, opening
up to Obi-Wan. “And I want my brother back.” He reached out
slowly and gently pressed his hand to Obi-Wan’s cheek when he
didn’t flinch away. “You’ve grown and you’ve changed, without
us there and you no longer know us, but we never stopped caring for
you when we thought you dead. Parts of all us shattered in the time
you were gone, the lineage lost you and lost parts of itself. But now
you’re here, so I will take that chance with both my hands and not
let go with ease.”

Staring at each other, Obi-Wan
swallowed thickly before he slowly shifted on the couch to sit
closer, feeling the warmth of the other as he lifted the pad a bit.
“I-I was studying the layout of the temple but… maybe you would
like to take me around instead?” He asked quietly, a shaky smile
appearing on his face when Xanatos gave him a warm, glowing smile.

“That would be me an honor… little
brother.” Xanatos whispered before leaning forward and pressing
their foreheads together in a move that felt familiar and safe
despite Obi-Wan having no memory of ever doing this before.

And yet…just like with Qui-Gon and
his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, it made him feel warm.

Resist the dark- Vaderkin is recovering, so Qui and he decide to take Obi out on a date. Of course, things go wrong (Obi gets kidnapped; Obi gets hurt; Obi gets “liberated;” Obi gets hit in the head and runs away)

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Watching the idiots
with boredom, Anakin settled his head on his fist with his elbow on
the armrest as he tried to pay attention to the meeting.

‘I promised
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon I’d listen to the Senators. I promised them.’
He reminded himself even as he wanted to bang his head on the wall as
they continued ranting about what nots and inconsequential budget
things that Anakin really just wanted to strike off the schedule.

Obi-Wan generally
handled this because he had more patience with the Senators but
Anakin had managed to convince Obi-Wan to give the meetings of the
day to him so that Obi-Wan for once would just relax and go on a damn
date.

To be honest Anakin
did have the back thought that Qui-Gon would repay this favor and do
the same for Anakin so he could take their third out on a date one
day soon too but for today it was Qui-Gon who had the time for it.

And though he was
still sore about being sick and Obi-Wan deriving amusement from it,
he did want them to have a good time…

Until he felt both
bonds to the other two flare with shock and horror and then Obi-Wan’s
turn black with pain before it went mute with unconsciousness.

Anakin’s mind
gibbered with fear and he was out of the office before he even
registered he was moving, his heart threatening to beat out of his
chest as he roared for the troopers to follow him and his comm
crackled with Qui-Gon’s panic stricken voice.

()()()

It had been going
so well, Obi-Wan had looked so happy on their little date that
Qui-Gon had allowed his guard to lower, especially after they had
meet up with some of Obi-Wan’s Jedi friend and he knew that they
were quietly following after as an extra precaution.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
aware of it of course but he was a very valuable target for those who
weren’t to happy with the government and the Jedi were all to aware
of it tanks to both Qui-Gon and Anakin.

The Council may not
like the new government but they did like Obi-Wan and knew that if
anyone would keep the Emperor and his former master by a leash, it
was the redhead. Which meant that their protection to their former
member was always guaranteed though Qui-Gon highly suspected that
Quinlan Vos and Reeft were following not because of any Council order
but because of their friendship to the other.

And yet…

None of them had
been prepared for the attack at all.

One moment Obi-Wan
had curiously bent over a vendors market stall, asking Qui-Gon if he
thought Anakin would like the cape in spider silk they were looking
at and the next both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been thrown back by the
force of an explosion as pandemonium descended on the market.

Wheezing a bit into
the gritty ground as he pushed his chest up with an arm with a ringing in
his ears, Qui-Gon felt like his face had been burned and he tried to
focus his blurry gaze as he faintly understood that he was hearing
screams all around him.

It was just hard to
focus, especially as he felt Anakin in the back of his head, the
blonds fear overwhelming as it screamed in his head… and the
blackness that was Obi-Wan’s bond.

That froze Qui-Gon
and he rasped as he tried to call for the redhead, lifting his head
and stiffening as he saw a bundle of beige and white stained with red
laying about two meters from him, unmoving and in an unnatural
position.

“Obi-Wan?” He
rasped, getting no response and spurred on by his own fear, Qui-Gon
pulled himself over to their third, groaning in pain as what felt
like a broken pelvis was jarred.

And then he paled
as he could finally take in Obi-Wan properly.

He could see the
redheads intestines where his abdomen had been sliced open by
shrapnel, there were exposed broken bones in his left arm and blood poured from the
others mouth as wet breaths escaped him which indicated blood in
lungs.

For the first time
in forever, Qui-Gon felt true, genuine mortal fear.

Resist the dark- Vaderkin is recovering, so Qui and he decide to take Obi out on a date. Of course, things go wrong (Obi gets kidnapped; Obi gets hurt; Obi gets “liberated;” Obi gets hit in the head and runs away)

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Watching the idiots
with boredom, Anakin settled his head on his fist with his elbow on
the armrest as he tried to pay attention to the meeting.

‘I promised
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon I’d listen to the Senators. I promised them.’
He reminded himself even as he wanted to bang his head on the wall as
they continued ranting about what nots and inconsequential budget
things that Anakin really just wanted to strike off the schedule.

Obi-Wan generally
handled this because he had more patience with the Senators but
Anakin had managed to convince Obi-Wan to give the meetings of the
day to him so that Obi-Wan for once would just relax and go on a damn
date.

To be honest Anakin
did have the back thought that Qui-Gon would repay this favor and do
the same for Anakin so he could take their third out on a date one
day soon too but for today it was Qui-Gon who had the time for it.

And though he was
still sore about being sick and Obi-Wan deriving amusement from it,
he did want them to have a good time…

Until he felt both
bonds to the other two flare with shock and horror and then Obi-Wan’s
turn black with pain before it went mute with unconsciousness.

Anakin’s mind
gibbered with fear and he was out of the office before he even
registered he was moving, his heart threatening to beat out of his
chest as he roared for the troopers to follow him and his comm
crackled with Qui-Gon’s panic stricken voice.

()()()

It had been going
so well, Obi-Wan had looked so happy on their little date that
Qui-Gon had allowed his guard to lower, especially after they had
meet up with some of Obi-Wan’s Jedi friend and he knew that they
were quietly following after as an extra precaution.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
aware of it of course but he was a very valuable target for those who
weren’t to happy with the government and the Jedi were all to aware
of it tanks to both Qui-Gon and Anakin.

The Council may not
like the new government but they did like Obi-Wan and knew that if
anyone would keep the Emperor and his former master by a leash, it
was the redhead. Which meant that their protection to their former
member was always guaranteed though Qui-Gon highly suspected that
Quinlan Vos and Reeft were following not because of any Council order
but because of their friendship to the other.

And yet…

None of them had
been prepared for the attack at all.

One moment Obi-Wan
had curiously bent over a vendors market stall, asking Qui-Gon if he
thought Anakin would like the cape in spider silk they were looking
at and the next both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been thrown back by the
force of an explosion as pandemonium descended on the market.

Wheezing a bit into
the gritty ground as he pushed his chest up with an arm with a ringing in
his ears, Qui-Gon felt like his face had been burned and he tried to
focus his blurry gaze as he faintly understood that he was hearing
screams all around him.

It was just hard to
focus, especially as he felt Anakin in the back of his head, the
blonds fear overwhelming as it screamed in his head… and the
blackness that was Obi-Wan’s bond.

That froze Qui-Gon
and he rasped as he tried to call for the redhead, lifting his head
and stiffening as he saw a bundle of beige and white stained with red
laying about two meters from him, unmoving and in an unnatural
position.

“Obi-Wan?” He
rasped, getting no response and spurred on by his own fear, Qui-Gon
pulled himself over to their third, groaning in pain as what felt
like a broken pelvis was jarred.

And then he paled
as he could finally take in Obi-Wan properly.

He could see the
redheads intestines where his abdomen had been sliced open by
shrapnel, there were exposed broken bones in his left arm and blood poured from the
others mouth as wet breaths escaped him which indicated blood in
lungs.

For the first time
in forever, Qui-Gon felt true, genuine mortal fear.

Okay just read through Sith and Jedi and I have to wonder where the Senate is in all of this. Like have they the same reach as the original universe or has combining with the sith made them less susceptible to bull.

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Normally Jedi
Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi was a pleasure to encounter, a friendly
chitchat with a vigorous and friendly man.

Unless he came to
the Rotunda as the Jedi Representative.

Because where
Kenobi came as representative, his Sith padawan always came with him,
eyes sharp on each one of the Senators and aids and the Sith
Representative never failed to be Lord Jinn.

Both
representatives were eloquent, clever and courteous of course.

But while Jedi were
willing to listen, to let others speak… Sith never let any slight,
perceived or real pass them by. Especially not towards their Jedi
companions.

As the Trade
Federation delegates had often found out.

Nute Gunray was
only one of the latest on the long roll of choke victims of said Lord
even as Knight Kenobi quite pointedly scolded the man for cutting the
man off with a deep frown on his face.

Skywalker however
stood behind the mans chair with an air of satisfaction on his face
as he stared at the wheezing neimoidianer in his pod as he vigorously
rubbed at his throat.

“Forgive me
Obi-Wan for causing you distress.” Jinn finally drawled, his voice
bland and a warning sign to all but the Jedi who seemed on the verge
of throwing his hands into the air in frustration. “I do however
dislike the Trade Federations implication of the Jedi or Sith being
involved in the traitor Palpatine’s current rampage. I felt it was
best to… relieve anyone of the notion that the Jedi were involved
in any manner or measure.” He settled on, still calmly in his
chair.

The way Jinn posed
his words gave pause to all, a shiver down their backs as they got
it.

The Sith Order
would tolerate no bad words about their companion order, the Sith
would react with extreme prejudice against anyone who would dare to
blame said Jedi’s for anything.

“I’m sure the
Viceroy did not mean it in the manner he said it Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan
pinched the bridge of his nose. “It is of course a concern to all
that Palpatine has gathered himself so much power and is avoiding
persecution. We are after all charged with bringing him in,
especially in the light of the incident on Corellia where Palpatine
single handedly destroyed the police force of one town when they
tried to apprehend him.” He added soothingly to the Sith while
dropping his hands into his lap.

Everyone held their
breath, shoulders tense as Jinn looked ponderously at Kenobi before
looking over the redhead’s shoulder at the blond standing behind
the chair, both golden eyed males holding a silent conversation.

Finally, to
everyone’s relief, he inclined his head to the Jedi. “Of course
Obi-Wan. But rest assured, that was a mistake that won’t be
repeated. Where Palpatine is getting his aid for is unsure but he is
being hunted. He has no friends in the Orders, not anymore.” He
gave a half grin that exposed teeth that sent shivers through the
Senators spines, the threat even more powerful with the half grin
than a full one.

There was nothing
scarier than the implication of Sith hunters, every person in the
Senate had seen footage of Sith hunters in actions for their own
planets with vicious criminals and knew their tenacity.

“Of course if the
Viceroy would like to complain about my behavior, he can come right
up to the Temple with his issue.” Jinn suddenly drawled which
caused Kenobi to beam and turn to the neimoidianer, nodding while
cheerfully adding his agreement.

“I-I am sure that
won’t be necessary. After all, this was just a mistake even if it
was taken a bit far.” Gunray quickly rasped out with one hand still
on his throat, shaking to his boot at the idea of standing in front
of the karking Sith council to complain. He misspoke sometimes
and missed his mark, he wasn’t not suicidal however.

Complaining to the
Sith council about their representative and telling them what
he’d said to get the reaction would be signing his own death
warrant and Nute would willingly admit that he was a coward.

He was not risking
his hide for injured pride.

“I however do
question where the Order believes Sheev Palpatine is now.” Organa
voiced up, bringing the attention away from Gunray to the neimoidians
relief.

At the question
though Kenobi’s shoulders slumped, Jinn went somehow blanker and
Skywalker standing behind his master as always scowled at air. “That
is the question isn’t it.” Kenobi sighed. “Neither Sith nor
Jedi know.” He admitted. “We are two steps behind him for all
that both orders have declared him a traitor and sent out orders for
his arrest.” He spread his hands.

“Sheev Palpatine
has banished, his name taken and his titles removed. He is dishonored
and reviled.” Jinn said with icy calm. “And we will finish the
job once he is in our custody once more.” Yellow sparked with
orange and red.

There would be no
redemption for the fleeing former Sith, of that the Senate was clear
of now.

Well… that
answered a lot of questions for the Senate.

“The Order’s
however do have a request to the Senate, or more like one Senator.”
Jinn suddenly spoke, turning a bit to look upwards and to the left.
“Senator Amidala, do the Sith hunters have permission to enter
Naboo space? Sheev Palpatine was of Naboo and he may have traveled
there. If we are to find a lead, it would do well to work with the
Naboo.” He added politely.

Standing, the
beautiful and cunning senator nodded to the Order pod. “Of course.
The Sith and Jedi will have the full support of the Naboo to bring in
a wanted mass criminal as Palpatine, I will contact Queen Jamilia
once this is concluded.” She spoke strongly.

Beaming, Obi-Wan
stood and bowed towards her with his robes sweeping the floor of the
pod as he moved. “And that support is all we ask for Senator
Amidala. That is all we ask.” He said warmly.

The Senate may like
Obi-Wan Kenobi… but they were really looking forward to he was not
the Representative of the Jedi Order.