suspense

okay now i just have to see this attempted drugging and kidnapping of the jedi (reporttosenate) Moddy, honestly, I’m living for this

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Gently
tucking in the old master with
what looked like an old Jedi robe,
Thire gave them the thumb up as Yoda just snuggled down into the bunk
with
a grumbly snorting noise.

This
was almost going too easy Cody would say however it helped that they
had certain members onboard with the idea as Skywalker carefully
checked on Obi-Wan with an efficient hand that
had calmed the man down when he started squirming in discontent,
instantly relaxing under Anakin’s familiar touch and voice.

It
almost made Cody feel guilty for taking advantage of the subconscious
trust but this was for the best, it was the best they could do to
ensure the survival of the Order.

They
had even managed to get the temple of Eedit up and running in the
week since the discovery of something terribly wrong in the Force
thanks
to one, enlisting the vode that were out there and two, convincing
several Jedi to work with
them, though one or two had to be kept silent.

And
by that they were kept away from the comms to alert the council by
the vode outright sabotaging the comms of certain ships and that was
so going to come back to bite them Cody felt though to be fair, need
must.

Cody
still had no idea what was going on in
the Force he had to admit
but every time the sentence ‘The Senate is trying to kill the Jedi
Order’ was issued, all members of the temple who
heard it, from youngest to oldest, had
a minor fit and forgot what was said.

Variation
of the sentence also got a reaction and then they forgot and
if pushed about it, they got to Obi-Wan’s level of nose bleeding
and having a small seizure fit.

So
far the following variations
of the statement
had been reacted to.

The
Chancellor is trying to kill the Jedi.

The
Senators are trying to slaughter
the
Jedi.

Senators
are murdering the Jedi.

All
variation containing the act of killing or permanently snuffing out
the Jedi along with the ruling body of Senators and all staff from
the Rotunda got a reaction from the Force and Cody had to wonder if
whoever the kark the Sith thing in the Senate was knew about the
reaction, if
something was pinging in on a sensor each time something was said and
someone reacted.

He
doubted it, if they did, they’d know how many was reacting lately
and investigated it
and
no one suspicious or from the Senate had been around the temple, of
that the vode had made sure.

Letting
out a deep breath, Cody moved to settle down at his General’s side
on the bunk, nodding to Skywalker. “You should head up to the
cockpit sir, these are the last Jedi coming off Coruscant.” He
murmured quietly.

Standing,
Anakin frowned before sighing and nodding. “I imagine the creche
masters, younglings and Archivists has almost reached Eedit as it is,
Madam Nu might even have started already on shelving things,” He
mused tiredly before heading for the door. “Yeah okay, you look out
for them Cody.” He stated tiredly.

Watching
the man go, Cody glanced around.

Rows
upon rows of tea drugged or
outright darted Jedi
were settled into bunks with a few clones scattered around keeping an
eye on their
Jedi as they slept peacefully. These were the last ones to be
brought, the ones who had to be forcibly removed from Coruscant,
being drugged down.

Though
how they got Oppo Rancis and Kit Fisto, Cody had no idea.

Those
two would have sensed the drugs through their extra sensory organs,
he was sure of that.

‘Maybe
they wanted to leave but didn’t know how and we were giving them a
way out when all they know is how to stay and fight?’ Cody wondered
to himself as he picked up Obi-Wan’s frankly cold hand to hold,
rubbing gently before grunting as he felt them enter hyperspace.

Instantly
there was shifting around, minor noises of discontent from sleeping
Jedi before settling again and Obi-Wan outright rolled onto his side
towards Cody, seeking the warmth the other was exuding even in his
armor.

Smiling
slightly, Cody stroked his General’s hair back. “…Stupid
reckless Jedi, I swear if it wasn’t for us, you’d all fade away
under the Senate’s pressure. What
would you do without us?”
He murmured fondly as Obi-Wan took his slow and steady breaths, his
beard hairs stirring much to Cody’s amusement.

GuildofExile – What is the decision? Who came up with the idea of a guild invitation? Someone from the Senate? Jedi? Or maybe Palpatine, who considers the guild unnecessary in his plans, and wants to eliminate them together with the Jedi? Or maybe this conclusion is quite a problem for him?

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Pursing
his lips, Anakin crossed his arms over his chest as he stood with the
Chancellor and the welcome committee of Senators and Jedi councilors
as the shuttle came in with the captain of the Exile guild, the
wind around the platform tugging on clothes and hair.

To
be fair, he understood why Bail Organa had petitioned for them to
become part of the GAR and aid, their results were always impeccable
and they were already a tightly formed group of military behavior and
ranks…but it felt like a slap in the face too.

The
Jedi were trying.

The
fact that the Senator’s felt the need to contract mercenaries
for command position and not just training was somehow an insult he
felt.

But
there was nothing he could do and considering Qui-Gon was giving him
a severe
look, it was best Anakin dropped the sulking act because the guild
had arrived.

Black
armor with purple details fitting for each of the five members that
stepped out of the shuttle with the captain coming first and all of
them wearing helmet to make it impossible to tell who they were.

Most
of them looked humanoid from what Anakin could tell though there was
one wookie that followed beside the captain, mostly only wearing the
helmet and a few armor pieces here and there. ‘Though that makes
sense doesn’t it. The Guild of Exiles are named that for a reason,
most of them are banished from their homes, their governments and
even the Republic for a reason, finding solace in each other.’
Anakin watched as the captain made his way to the Chancellor,
straight backed with his head held high.

And
it was a he, that much was known even if their face and name outside
of ‘captain Exile’ wasn’t.

It
made Anakin wonder what kind of criminals they were about to entrust
the troopers to and his leather glove creaked with the force he was
fisting his hand at the thought. He didn’t want to trust the men to
these people, they deserved better but Padme had pointed out that
these people knew military rank, knew how to plan and fight.

Compared
to many, they knew what they were doing with a platoon of men and the
survival rate of the guild was suppose to be impressive though
officially they never released a death count of their own members.

Finally
the captain reached the Chancellor, bowing shortly and Anakin would
almost call it out on being shallow but it was a mercenary, what did
he expect.

He
didn’t notice Windu narrowing his eyes at what was a short but
perfect bow.

“Chancellor,
the Guild has come to answer the summons
and request of the Senate and as the captain and leader of it, I
stand with the sole responsibility.” The man drawled out through
the modulator of his helmet and Anakin felt his brows jump in
surprise.

That
was a perfect, upper level, Coruscantian accent despite the modulator
deepening the tone and clearly others noticed it too by the surprised
shifts among Senators and aids. “Ah yes, Captain Exile is it not?
It will do the Republic a favor to help us as the war has progressed
too far. Senator Bail suggestion of operation mercenary hopefully
will work out in all our favors.” Palpatine smiled warmly, bowing
lightly at the Captain and offering his hand.

There
was a pause, the captain clearly staring at Palpatine’s hand before
tilting his head. “I can turn right around and leave Chancellor,
the worth of my men is
of no question to me and we will
fulfill our part of the bargain,” The man said shortly, still not
taking the Chancellor’s hand. “I am quite
aware that not everyone is happy with this deal but question the
skill of my crew even casually and I will leave, damn be the deal and
the consequences.” He said shortly.

Hand
dropping towards his saber, Anakin soaked in the awkward, tense
atmosphere until Palpatine suddenly and forcebly laughed.

“Of
course, of course, apologies captain, I have heard of your
protectiveness of your men, but I did not think it was this accurate.
Please, we are all friends here.” Palpatine smiled, dropping his
hands along his sides.

‘That’s
debatable I think.’ Anakin mused as Bail stepped forward and smiled
at the captain, offering up a pad.

“Here,
we just need a thumbprint, everything else is signed and yours is the
last confirmation we need captain.” He said calmly and warmly,
barely heard over the sound of the wind rushing around.

Shifting
towards Bail, the captain tugged his glove off, exposing pale, human
skin with freckles as he took the pad and read it over before giving
it to one of the others behind him.

Anakin
assumed they were reading before it was handed over. “Seems fine
captain, same as the draft we were sent earlier and solid in court
should
something happen.”
The voice answered curtly in a firm tone even
as they implied the Senate would somehow betray or stiff them.

Several
Senator bristled at the implication.

Nodding,
the captain pressed his thumb to the scan.
“…Seems we’re in business then. Now, that business of amnesty,
does that extend to older generation clones who escaped Kamino’s
facility?” The captain asked, handing over the pad to Bail.

“Everyone
of your crew,” Bail stressed, staring at the captain. Something
told Anakin that they were familiar with each other or friends
perhaps. “So yes, old clones are included considering I know you
have two murderer on your staff.” He tucked the pad away.

“Hoodie
had good reason to to kill that slaver considering he skinned his
family.” The Exile captain snapped back before reaching up and
undoing the clamps of his helmet, pulling it off.

Anakin
felt his stomach drop with surprise and therefore
totally missed Qui-Gon’s shocked hiss between his teeth as a pale
human face came into view with a tiny bit of a scruffy beard, green
eyes and braided copper hair came into view.

“But
all I need to know is that Lace and the others of my crew will be
safe,” The man continued as he tucked his helmet under his arm and
saluted them all with a raised hand. “Captain Obi-Wan Kenobi
reporting to service.”

Hi Moddy. I just read shut me down. I think I’m in love. There aren’t a lot of good Dooku stories out there. I don’t know if you planned to continue it; but I’m curious. Since he has Obi-wan dependent of him; I can’t see Dooku becoming a lap dog to Sidious. Does he kill him for threatening Obi-wan as leverage? Or does he just watch it all burn hiding his ‘grandson’ away in safety. I can see both senarios happing. Please and thank you :)

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Cutting
a small piece of the plant, Yan jerked his hand away quickly as the
plant spewed out defensive acid from the now open ‘wound’, the
liquid bubbling on on the pot it was stationed in and the tray it had
managed to squirt out over.

Watching
carefully while
putting down his clippers,
Yan hummed. “Trial, write down that the Hummidus plant’s sap is
acidly and when cut it oozes or outright spits its sap at what is
around in a defensive attempt.” The white haired man called to the
droid taking notes so Yan could just dictate.

As
the droid took it down, Yan reached for one of his test tubes and a
cotton swab, taking a sample of the acid and setting it aside.

He
was about to continue his experiment when the door to his scientific
experimentation room opened, prompting Yan to turn and pull his
safety googles off in surprise as he saw who was standing there.
“Obi-Wan, what is it my boy?” Standing, Yan let a frown cross his
face.

Obi-Wan,
for all his needs and mental disabilities, continued to remain polite
and generally he knocked even when he was having one of his fits.

Discreetly
Yan ran his thumb over the alarm device on his belt that was lined up
to the choker Obi-Wan wore that constantly monitored Yan’s
grandchild vitals.

It
had not even vibrated and it had certainly not sounded, Yan would
have heard that in the stillness of the room.

Pale
lipped from
pressing them together,
Obi-Wan shifted on his feet in
the doorway before
shrugging. “There are guests, I left them up in the sun room.”
The young man stated quietly while twisting his hands together in
a nervous motion.

For
all that the two had been away from the Jedi order for several years
now, Obi-Wan still preferred a very Jedi like cut of clothes and the
same colors and it was clear he wanted to slide his hands into his
sleeves despite them not being voluminous enough.

Setting
his safety googles aside and pulling off his apron off to hang up,
Yan frowned at the redhead. “Obi-Wan, who is it?” He prompted
carefully.

The
other was clearly uncomfortable and yes, strangers did make Obi-Wan
uncomfortable to
this
day. If it was Yoda or anyone else from the Jedi order he wouldn’t
be reacting this way and if it was that Jettster from the diner then
Obi-Wan wouldn’t have come to collect Yan at all.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan hesitated and then closed it, glancing away.

That
was even more worrisome.

Yan
had worked hard
to get Obi-Wan as mentally fit as he could and that included Obi-Wan
being able to talk to him.

Moving
to him, Yan settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s side and gently tilted
the others chin up with his other, smiling gently at him. “I’m
here to listen.” He murmured warmly, making the other remember his
old promise to look out for Obi-Wan.

Shoulder
slumped but finally Obi-Wan spoke. “Its the Chancellor, a Jedi I
don’t know and the Trade Federation asshole.” He mumbled, being
absolute honest.

Obi-Wan
had a did not have fond memories of the Trade Federation as he partly
blamed them for Qui-Gon’s death.

After
all, without an invasion of Naboo, Valeroum hadn’t needed to ask
for a Jedi favor and therefore they wouldn’t have needed to be
there and on some level Yan agreed and limited his interaction with
the trade Federation in turn,

But
the Chancellor?

And
a Jedi?

Frowning,
Yan wondered what was going on before Obi-Wan caught his attention
again by tugging on the front of Yan’s tunic, nervously
licking his lips as he gathered his thoughts.
“The Chancellor tried to hide it was him but I recognized the way
he smelled and the Jedi… something’s odd about the Jedi. He
doesn’t feel right.” Obi-Wan shrugged awkwardly
as he couldn’t quite explain what he felt.

Frowning
even deeper, Yan nodded and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to
Obi-Wan’s forehead, getting a small smile from the man as Obi-Wan
relaxed at the affectionate touch. “You go to your garden, I’ll
go deal with this and afterward we can have tea together.” He
promised quietly, taking Obi-Wan’s instincts seriously as he
slipped around the redhead with brisk
steps while internally wondering what could have twigged Obi-Wan’s
intuitiveness.

Obi-Wan
was smart and if he said something wasn’t right, Yan believed him.

As
he entered the sun room, the Count’s skin started to crawl as he
meet the eyes of his long time friend Sifo-Dyas.

Something
was very
wrong.

I totally respect that you need a break. This is absolutely a question that can wait until after break is done. That said… so breakabarrier…. is out favorite threesome expecting or not???

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Watching
their sleeping and relaxed mate laying between them, Anakin and Padme
exchanged a fond look over Obi-Wan as the other continued snoring
quietly.

He
looked utterly comfortable wrapped up in the soft, green cotton
sheets of their bed wearing only his own navy blue boxers and
one of Anakin’s black tank tops, the strap on the left side coiled
up and exposing more of his skin on that side along with love bites
and hickeys
from their mating. The other had stolen the tank top for sleeping in
and Anakin had been too thrilled at the sight to deny him that
chance, having dragged Obi-Wan into a deep snog for a while before
they got to sleep.

Seeing
their omega in their own clothes was apparently a thing for them
though Padme didn’t get to see it too often because of size
difference unfortunately.

But
hey, she’d take the bathrobes and the occasional shirt that would
fit the man… or
barely fit as it was heh, there was something for the eyes to see
Obi-Wan’s chest on display through the thin fabric.

“We
have to wake him soon, we’re suppose to return to the temple and
finally get sent back out somewhere.”
Anakin murmured mournfully.

He
had enjoyed their time off from the war and from the temple if he was
honest, bonding with the master he had felt cut off from and the mate
he had discovered they were suppose to have all along since the
moment he and Padme had found each other.

Humming
in return, Padme leaned in and nuzzled at at the blond before leaning
down and gently stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, pressing
a soft kiss along his cheek. “Obi-Wan, hon, wake up.” She
murmured, smiling when the other twitched and mumbled sleepily,
turning onto his side to hide in her chest.

Grinning,
rubbing along Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin wiggled in after him. “Hey,
none of that, we need to get ready.” He teased softly only to
outright laugh in surprise when Obi-Wan whined and wrapped his arms
around Padme, dragging her tightly into him while hiding in the
valley of her breast. “Obi-Wan!”

“Noooo.”
He whined, tone muffled into her chest. “Sleeeep.” He continued
as
he octopus clung to one of his mates.

“I’ll
carry you and dump you in the tub Obi-Wan, clothes and all.” Anakin
warned the redhead and sniggered loudly when that finally got Obi-Wan
to look at him, squinting grouchily from the soft place he had found
to hide. They
all knew that wasn’t an idle threat as Anakin had actually done
that to both of his mates at one point.

Obi-Wan
had gotten their revenge though but turning the tables and dumping
Anakin into the bath in turn much to Padme’s delight since the man
had proven a bit too heavy for her to carry and return the favor.

Stroking
Obi-Wan’s hair fondly, Padme hid a little giggle. “Come now dear
heart, we have to go. I got Senate meetings and you…” She trailed
off, all of them equally saddened by the fact that they’d have to
separate for who knew how long.

Nuzzling
at the silken sea green of Padme’s nightie, Obi-Wan sighed. “I
don’t want to leave though…” He whispered, tone deep from
sleep.

Saying
nothing to that, Padme and Anakin wrapped themselves up around their
omega and each other as best they could, painfully familiar with the
desire not to leave but knowing that they had to.

()()()

Sighing
deeply as he gave over his hand to the healer, Obi-Wan shot Mace a
short glare from his position on the examination bed. “I’m
certain this is unnecessary Mace, I’m an older omega you know.”
He pointed out dryly even as the master of the order crossed his arms
over his chest while leaning against the wall by the door, clearly
unimpressed with Obi-Wan’s reasoning and the fact that he had to
drag Obi-Wan all the way to the Hall and to the sterile examination
room the healers used for appointments.

The
man smirked a bit when Obi-Wan hissed as his blood was drawn in a
little pinprick from his finger with bacta applied the second enough
blood was drawn but answered Obi-Wan calmly. “I will be telling
both Amidala and Skywalker that I had to strong arm you into coming
to the Halls, you know this is standard procedure for all newly mated
couples.” Mace pointed out in an equally dry tone.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and focused on the healer and the
test with a lazy gaze. Older omegas rarely got pregnant from their
first mating if they were kept from their mates for whatever reason
and generally older omegas required fertility treatments regardless
so he wasn’t expecting anything and didn’t really see the need to
waste the test and bacta for this but as Mace said, standard
procedure.

‘Sweet
Force, they’re more protective than ever over me, I swear Shaak
looked like she was about to come from Kamino to test me herself if
Mace didn’t drag me here.’ Obi-Wan thought grouchily as he swayed
his legs back and forth.

The
test beeped and Obi-Wan readied himself to be out of the Halls only
to stop as the healer dropped the gauze she had been handing over to
Obi-Wan wipe the bacta away and Mace straightened at the wall.

All
of them stared at the test at the clearly visible plus signs on the
pregnancy test.

‘…What?’
Obi-Wan.exe stopped working from shock overload as the realization
that he was pregnant
hit him with full force.

SweetHoney: How long does it take for Cody and Obi-Wan to get back/get rescued? Does Cody literally drag Obi-Wan and Jango to the medics and demand a pregnancy test? Especially if there was more proof during their time apart… Or are they still on the run and Cody’s still trying to hide it? Thanks for all of your fabulous stories!

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Practically
throwing himself into the tent, Jango threw what must be a crazy eyed
look around as Helix helped Obi-Wan onto a bed with the commander
standing by the bed with a look of concern on his face.

The
sound of the tent flap caught Obi-Wan’s attention however and
instantly the omega threw himself off the bed to limp towards Jango
before Helix or Cody could stop him, throwing his arms around him
with a loud whine as the alpha jerked him off his feet. “Mate.”
He whined out shakily, being clingier than usual but maybe the
separation had set of a few anxieties.

Nuzzling
into Obi-Wan’s neck, huffing in relief, Jango held around the
other. “Obi-Wan, you thrice damn jetii, don’t scare me like that,
I thought…” He cut himself off, not wanting to finish the
sentence as he continued nuzzling his mate slowly.

He
therefor didn’t notice Cody quietly whispering to Helix, the medic
turning wide eyed and looking towards Obi-Wan before nodding
seriously and going to fetch another test from the medical equipment
boxes.

“Sirs,”
Jango reluctantly pulled away from Obi-Wan’s sweet neck, looking at
Helix as the clone patted the bed. “I would love nothing more than
to give you both more time but the General is injured, so please
Mand’alor.” Helix used Jango’s title respectfully as he waited.

Taking
a deep breath but nodding as he suppressed his instincts, Jango
outright carried the man over to the bed and settled Obi-Wan onto the
examination bed and took his left hand to keep contact with the other
man.

He
got a grateful, loving smile in return as Obi-Wan squeezed Jango’s
hand.

“Thank
you.” Helix nodded and got to work, taking Obi-Wan’s free hand
where he took blood samples from his fingertips that he put into
several different devices. He followed up by taking Obi-Wan’s
temperature while asking Obi-Wan pointed questions on how he felt.

A
peeping had Jango glancing over at the waiting tests on the table of
the trolley beside the bed only to be distracted when Obi-Wan
confessed to an aching ankle.

Settling
down on a low wheel chair, Helix took Obi-Wan’s ankle and removed
his boot and sock to take a look.

Hissing
deeply, Jango glared at Obi-Wan for not mentioning it before. “Cyare,
your ankle is swollen.”
He scolded quietly.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan leaned his head on Jango’s shoulder. “I just
wanted to get back to you…” He whispered, his tone indicating how
scared he really was and that quickly had Jango softening, nuzzling
reassuringly as Helix scanned the ankle.

“Hmm,”
Helix set Obi-Wan’s ankle on his own knee, reaching into the
trolley beside him. “A
hairline fracture, not too dangerous but I’m going to splint it
until we can get to the Negotiator with
proper tools to fix it up.”
He settled on in a cheery tone, wrapping a bandage around first
before sliding in two thin but strong looking rods that he bandaged
over with a second bandage roll.

Nodding,
Jango glanced over at the trolley as one of the tests peeped again.
“Do you have crutches here or will he need someone around to play
crutch?” He questioned distractedly as he squeezed Obi-Wan’s
hand.

He
got a squeeze in return as Helix answered. “Preferably someone
should play crutch for hi-” The medic finally glazed at the
trolley, his eyes widening as he stared at one of the tests before
looking up at Cody and then at Obi-Wan. “…It seems congratulation
is in order sirs.” He blinked heavily.

“For
a hairline fracture?” Obi-Wan blinked tiredly.

Cody
snorted at that, facepalming but to be fair, both of them had been
running for longer than the rest and were tired and hungry.

“More
for the pups you’re carrying sir, you’re pregnant General.”
Helix picked up one of the tests, showing it to the two.

Two
red plus signs, positive.

Obi-Wan
and Jango stared at it, both equally speechless
until Jango dragged his mate into his lap and snogged him in joy,
hand
cupping the flat tunic area that held their kid.

Clone wars where Obi-Wan was never a Jedi for some reason and instead started his own mercenary band?

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Pursing
his lips as he stared down at the request from the Senate, Obi-Wan
felt his scars itch even as he tried to put his personal experiences
aside and look at the benefits of what was being offered him.

And
not just him but his crew.

The
Guild of Exiles could do with this deal, not just the credits on
offer but also the amnesty for crimes, clemency for those who were at
risk of his people.

Staring
at the pad on
his lap for
a long moment, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath and buried his face into
his hands as he scrubbed his fingers through his waist length hair to
find the single braid hidden in all the hair, the
braid he had plaited himself and always wished was started by someone
else, someone to add his accomplishments onto.

The
braid he had always wanted but never gotten for real.

Fiddling
with it, Obi-Wan glanced around his quarters, pursing his lips before
letting out a deep breath and standing from
his bunk,
swiping the pad with him as he headed out of his quarters for
the bridge, passing several on duty crew members rushing by.

Technically
speaking, his crew were mercenaries to the hire of the highest bidder
though after the war that had changed because while Obi-Wan operated
in the galaxy for credits to keep the ship running and keep his
people feed, he also had morals.

And
there was something about this war, something about the CIS and the
leadership that rubbed his Force senses the wrong way.

However
this request from the Senate would involve them in the war but… he
couldn’t afford to ignore it, not with what the Senate was
offering.

Entering
the bridge, Obi-Wan nodded to Hoodie to turn on the intercom for the
entire ship, the features indicating worry but considering the other
was Force sensitive and had an extremely good sense of smell, Obi-Wan
imagined he knew something was up.

“Listen
up!” He called out, glancing around and noting with satisfaction
how several expectant and curious faces were turned towards him by
the crew on the bridge. “This is a request from the Senate,” He
held up his pad and waited for the expected round of boos and jeers.
Obi-Wan was not disappointed and waved his free hand. “I know, I
know, normally I don’t even entertain them and bring them to the
bridge. However their offer is something I can’t look away from
this time so this is a Guild decision and not just a captains
decision.” Obi-Wan stated seriously.

Lace
frowned at him. “Captain, would this request bring us to the core?”
She questioned seriously.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan breathed out heavily through his nose as the glass orbs
around his chair jangled ominously but did not fall. “Normally we
stay out in the mid rims or outer rims however you should all hear
what they are offering.” He repeated.

Glancing
at each other uncertainly, they waited quietly.

Clearing
his throat, Obi-Wan read from the pad. “Dear Captain Kenobi,”
Instantly several eyes narrowed at the clear respectful tone,
something none of the guild of Exiles were used to unless Senators or
nobles wanted something from them. “It has come to our attention
that the troopers of the GAR requires more commanders and captain
than the Jedi and our own forces are able to fill in. Therefore we
humbly request that the Guild of Exiles accept this assignment
to fill in as Generals and Commanders.” There
was a round of mutters.

But
no one outright argued, the Guild of Exiles had often been commended
or reviled for their outright military tactics and rank system and
therefore it was not as shocking that they were offered this chance
as some might assume.

Clearing
his throat again to ensure he had attention, Obi-Wan continued
reading. “Reimbursement for damaged weapons and armor will of
course be provided, however there is also the question of reward for
such fruitful cooperation,” And here came the true kicker. “It
has come to the Senate’s attention that several members
of
the Guild of Exile are
in violation or considered criminals by their governments and the
Republic,” He could see his crew tense, already knowing which of
them that was in reference to. “However if the offer is accepted,
amnesty will be granted to these individuals along with credits and
reimbursements for weapons and armor.” He lowered the pad.

Looking
around he could see the realization hit many.

Clean
slates from what had originally driven them to the Guild of Exiles to
begin with.

There
was only one answer possible to such an offer and Obi-Wan knew it
even before he spoke. “I will be waiting on everyone’s answer for
a full day before I respond to the Senate and the Chancellor’s
mediator who is waiting on the answer.” He
glanced to the glass orbs.

The
colored bulbs still hung, swaying gently on the ship and Obi-Wan let
out a deep breath as none of them crushed in warning of the decision.

‘…Guess
we’re working with the GAR, Jedi and the fucking Senate itself,’
He grimaced to himself and settled into his bridge chair, watching
Lace as she pulled her hair into a bun, amber eyes narrowed in
thoughtful concern.

‘What joy.’

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Glancing
confusedly between his vod and the
confused looking
Jedi high council, Rex finally asked what each commander was
thinking. “Okay Cody, what is going on?” He asked, perhaps a bit
sharply because he was rather bewildered
at why
all the clones of highest rank from each of the Jedi stationed
platoons currently on Coruscant had been summoned to the Jedi temple.

Rex
could literally feel the displeasure radiating off Wolffe and Bly was
nervously twitching his fingers.

Cody
took a deep breath and pointed at his General, the man currently
pressing a handkerchief to his nose, a
faint red taint to it.
“Just…
watch this,” Cody said warily. “The Senate seems to be
purposefully trying to kill the Jedi and clones.” He said clearly.

Frowning,
Rex opened his mouth only to feel his jaw drop as his arm tightened
on his helmet as all twelve Jedi master reacted, some jerking to,
some gasping quietly and others raising their hands to their heads.

Kenobi
outright trembled and pressed his hand more tightly
to his nose and the red taint was spreading further on the hankie.

That
wasn’t normal.

General
Windu shook his head, squinting at Cody. “Commander… what did you
just say?” He questioned shakily and once more Cody repeated
himself only for Kenobi to outright groan and Billaba to hiss and rub
her temples.

Wolffe
jerked forward to stand at his General side, touching the kel dor’s
shoulder with his free hand as the man seemed to struggle to breath.
“Should we summon healers sir?” The man asked tightly, clearly
worried as the sun outside glinted off his blind eye and
side of his face.

Koon
shook his head, letting out one shaking breath before glancing about,
bewildered seemingly.

General
Yoda’s ears were quivering, his lips pursed tightly and if Rex
could call someone green pale, that was what the man currently was.
“Disturbing this is, wrong something clearly is.”
He stated in a shaken tone.

All
of them seemed to be trying to gather themselves but Kenobi looked
the worst and if Rex was to take a guess, he was the first to
experience what Cody said. That meant that his nose must have been
bleeding at least since his vod had summoned the others.

“…We
need to examine the Force.” The man finally rasped out.

“The
troopers need to stay,” Billaba tacked on, her tone shaken as she
leaned forward. “Force sensitive they may not be but this is
clearly not effecting them the same way and if we forget this while
trying to look through the Force…” She
explained at the surprised looks of the troopers in front of her.

Fisto
sat up, his tentacles twitching. “You think its a compulsion?” He
asked gravely even
as he wiped sweat off his forehead with his wrist.

Shaking
her head, her legs bouncing nervously, General Billaba opened her
mouth. “I think it is something far worse at play here than
a simple compulsion Kit,
I believe this is the dark side.” She stated strongly even
if her voice trembled ever so slightly.

No
one argued with her, not as their heads continued to throb, not as
Kenobi continued mopping at his nose with Cody sliding closer to the
man with a worried expression.

Exchanging
a nervous look with Bly, Rex wondered what the hell they had stumbled
upon and why the hell someone would try to hide the Senate trying to
kil-the enemy.

Stomach
sinking, Rex thought about it from a perspective of logic. If there
was a traitor in the mist of the Senate they would not want the Jedi
to discover that they were twisting things to go even worse for them.

Clones
couldn’t do much in the Senate, couldn’t get them to change laws
or fight in the Senate.

But
a Jedi could make a committee, a Jedi could ask a Senator for their
platform and to voice their concerns.

After
all, Rex had already seen that happen in the start of the war, the
Jedi voicing the concern of the troopers being sent out too early
from Kamino into battle in an attempt to avoid the very youngest and
untrained to be shipped out.

But
it hadn’t happened after.

Oh
this was bad.

Rex
could feel nausea in his stomach as he stared through the glass of
the council tower right at the Rotunda in the distance as he decided
that no one in that building deserved their loyalty. ‘…We need to
get them off Coruscant. We need to get our Jedi to safety and get our
own asses out.’ He realized, his arm tightening around his helmet
as his resolve firmed.

Who
saved the Jedi when the Jedi weren’t willing to save themselves?

The
answer laid in the eyes that looked just like his meeting Rex quiet
resolve over the heads of the quietly chatting Jedi.

The
clones would save the Jedi.

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The
mood of the darkened room was glum if there was any attitude to be
explained to someone outside it, several of the Jedi inside
exhaustively rubbing at their faces or neck.

Growling
faintly, Mace dropped back in his chair as he tilted his head back to
peer at the dark window with a thundery frown on his face. “Well
that was a bust.” He grunted.

“Not
wholly,” Shaak sighed as she rubbed at her lekkus, obviously
feeling numb. “We
did manage to trail it and isolate it to the Rotunda, that does
confirm what Dooku told Obi-Wan at the start of the war.” She mused
thoughtfully before sighing deeply and rubbing up his monterals.

About
to argue back, Mace shut up as Yoda gave a loud sigh. “Fruitless it
was not,” The
old man grunted as he got himself off the chair, his bone cracking
loudly enough to cause several to wince and contemplate their own old
age to come as his cane tapped at the floor. “Isolate the Sith
master to the Rotunda we have, close we know he was, content to hide
forever Sith never are.” Yoda’s ears quivered as he glanced at
the Rotunda with pursed lips, wrinkles twisting around his face
before he grunted.

Standing
slowly and stretching, Plo nodded in agreement. “We will find them,
a Sith master would never be content to hide in the shadows… it is
someone with power, someone who can pull strings and get information
they feed to Count Dooku and the CIS.” They all stood, staring at
the Rotunda as they each contemplated Senators they knew.

It
was a Senator, someone with power, someone who had guile and cunning.

“…Least
its not that gungan,” Mace sighed deeply. “He’s friendly and
kind as one can be but he’s as clumsy as few can be and as likely
to be a Sith as one of our younglings. Senator Binks is just…” He
floundered a bit, not wanting to be cruel.

Humming,
Shaak’s holo stood. “I believe the word you’re looking for is
naive but compassionate. It’s strange, I’ve never quite meet a
gungan like him before, we have a few gungan Jedi after all.” She
stated curiously.

Chuckling,
Plo made his way to the door with Yoda slowly limping along. “Well,
I won’t claim every sentient of my kind is exactly smart…”

There
were scattered laughs at that, everyone thinking of members of their
own kind that were more or less idiotic.

At
least Jar Jar was kind if silly.

()()()

Groaning
as he limped along to the kitchen island, Obi-Wan sat down shakily
and gave Anakin a meek smile when the alpha let out a worried whine.
“I’m fine, just sore… very sore. I’m not exactly as young as
most newly mating omegas.” He pointed out while enjoying the warmth
of the rising sun outside of the balcony.

He
was far past the newly mating omega timeline really but at least it
was done now, his next heat would be simpler and hopefully he’d
spend it with both again though with the war going on, he wasn’t
certain.

That
line of thought however was distracted out of his head when Anakin
leaned in and nuzzled slowly at his face and affectionately kissed
his bared shoulders as Obi-Wan had just opted to wear one of Padme’s
robe, the silky, green thing ridiculously small on him and only
reaching midway down his thighs while leaving most of his chest
exposed.

“I
know, but I still worry, we left you in quite the state… I’m
going to go check the medical cabinet.” Anakin murmured, leaving
one lingering kiss to the claiming bites on Obi-Wan’s neck before
hurrying off to the fresher, leaving Obi-Wan with Padme as she cooked
eggs and toast for them, going for a simple breakfast as 3CPO toddled
around, rambling off information they had missed out on and who had
called for them.

Accepting
his tea when Padme handed it over, perfectly steeped, Obi-Wan smiled
into the cup and sighed happily as Anakin returned with an analgesic
patch, the medication quickly applied to the other side of his neck
before Anakin just wrapped himself around the omega.

Quietly,
they soaked in the morning before Padme hummed. “Just so its said,
tomorrow we’re having breakfast in bed and getting up late.” She
smirked at them.

Clearing
his throat, Anakin raised his head from Obi-Wan’s skin, blinking at
them both. “To be fair, we wanted to do that today but um…”
Anakin glanced towards the room that stunk of sex, slick and sweat,
the sheets still a mess as Obi-Wan colored deeply but smiled smugly
into his cup.

“I’ll
make a new nest once everything’s clean.” He stated airily,
feeling the warm sun on his skin where Anakin wasn’t basically
covering him.

He
was meet with two beams at that and Padme finally placing toast in
front of her male mates before Anakin managed to drag himself away
for long enough to grab the fruit bowl, making an effort not to
always be a brat and do some frivolous Force use.

Obi-Wan
appreciated it, he was too tired right now to deal with it.

He
was not too tired however to eat all of the egg Padme was plying him
with.

Mmmn
yolky
proteins.

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Stirring
his tea slowly, Obi-Wan looked between the two with a small frown.
“I’m not quite sure what you’re asking me of here, who is,”
Obi-Wan glanced down at the card on the table. “Mace Windu?” He
reiterated the name.

Padme
hummed, sipping her own hot chocolate. “Mace Windu is the director
and sole power behind the world organization S.W.O.R.D or
Sentient World Observation and Response Division as it really stands
for,” She
took a sip of her chocolate again. “Some call them mercenaries but
in all actuality, they deal with villains who are… well…” She
hesitated before gesturing between them.

Parsing
out what Padme meant by that wasn’t hard, criminals who were super
powered, stronger than average or maybe even not of this world.

Yellow
eyes flashed in Obi-Wan’s mind and he had to fight against the
reaction to shiver with fear as he clenched his hand on his cup
instead and took a sip of tea.

He
did catch Anakin grimacing heavily. “He’s a bit of an arse though
but he has heart in the right position.” The blond huffed and
Obi-Wan turned a questioning glance between Padme and Anakin when she
sniggered.

“Director
Windu busted Anakin’s ass for displaying his powers quite… shall
we say obvious? It took a lot of convincing that it was just a gas
leak and some firepower show.” She explained with a small grin and
Obi-Wan couldn’t help an amused smile in return as Anakin whined
loudly about accidents and solar flares.

Picking
up the card, Obi-Wan flipped it around in his hand to see the back
again, the black white dagger in a black shield as he contemplated
the card before looking at the younger people. “And the offer?”
He questioned again, less reserved and more curious.

Anakin
leaned forward this time, scratching the back of his neck. “Director
is trying to put together a team to deal with people with
supernatural powers that threaten the world basically. But its been
hard to find others like us,” He gestured between Padme and
himself. “Most are like you, scared of being found or they’ve
already been poached by those who would use them.” Anakin explained
with a deep frown.

“So
he wants me for my powers then?” Obi-Wan sat back in alarm even as
Padme sat up quickly, setting the cup down to wave her hands in
pacification.

“Hire
you! Not contain your anything like that.” She said quickly, the
young woman’s face full of worry.

Taking
a hurried sip of tea to calm his racing heart, Obi-Wan missed the
alarmed look traded between Padme and Anakin.

Hire…

So
he could walk away?

But
if he walked away would he be followed?

But…

He
didn’t really have a lot of opportunities at the moment he would
admit, out of a job, almost out of money with his landlady being more
than understanding as he did some chores around the building in
exchange for delaying the rent for now.

That
couldn’t continue.

But
the idea of working for someone with full knowledge of his powers,
who expected him to use
said powers…

‘But
you would be helping people.’ A soft voice in his head chimed in,
the soft rumble sounding like Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan paused at that. He
had always wanted to help people.

Maybe
Sword could help him, help others?

He
looked at the card again, staring intently at the sword through
shield as if it had the answer to his problems, as if he could divine
the future from a little card.

“…Would
it be possible for me to speak to this Director Windu?” He finally
asked softly.

Maybe,
just maybe it was time to take a leap of faith, not just in himself
but in humanity and see if he could aid someone other than himself
and by the summer warm smiles on both Anakin and Padme’s face, they
agreed with that thought even as Anakin jumped over the couch to go
find the Director’s number.

Maybe
it was time to try and heal some of the scars on his heart.

‘Please
don’t let my faith plummet…’

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Rubbing
the towel against his face to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes,
Obi-Wan beamed brightly at his commander as Cody held out a bottle of
water. “Why thank you Cody.” He chirped brightly as Anakin whined
at Ahsoka about not getting him a bottle of water and the young lady
teasing her master back as Obi-Wan chugged.

Internally
he wondered why Cody was there, not that Obi-Wan minded, but Cody
didn’t show up out of the blue generally unlike the Wolfpack who
had a tendency to follow Plo around like puppies more than wolves
heh.

They
were after all the man’s sons as he called them.

Plo’s
bros painted onto a ship side appeared in Obi-Wan’s mind as he
pulled the bottle away and smiled brightly at the other man. “Now,
was there something I could help you with? Something tells me this is
not a pleasure visit.” He questioned while raising his brow.

At
that Cody jumped a bit, his aura seeming guilty for a moment before
he nodded and removed his helmet. “I wish I could say so sir but
I’d like to have a private conversation with you…” He let the
words hang as he glanced at the padawans whispering to each other as
they giggled and looked at Obi-Wan and Anakin still with various
expressions.

Not
that Obi-Wan could blame them, what they just visited was a troll of
a spar.

Cody’s
words however made Obi-Wan sober up and he nodded, giving Anakin and
Ahsoka a wave and the younglings a wink before following his
commander out into the hall. “How about we go to my quarters?”
The
Jedi suggested, smiling when Cody instantly nodded.

As
they walked they engaged in small talk, mostly about the troopers,
Boil and Waxer had apparently destroyed a crate of rations, Longshot
had managed to grow a plant in a boot and so on and so forth.

Funny
little stories Obi-Wan honestly wished the public could hear that
made the troopers seem so much more than just ‘clones’ to
everyone. If they heard the juicy gossip of the barracks they’d
understand they were just as living as anyone else in the galaxy.

Finally
they arrived at Obi-Wan’s quarters, no one stopping them on the way
luckily and Obi-Wan let them in. Instantly Cody tugged his boots off
as best he could and moved to put his helmet down on the caff table,
getting cozy
with the pillows behind his back.

Obi-Wan
had to hide a smile at that, happy
knowing that the other was so comfortable and safe in Obi-Wan’s
quarters that he would just go settle down without a glance at the
owner of the quarters. “Would you like something to drink?” He
asked, moving to the fresher to throw the towel in to hit the hamper.

A
thoughtful look crossed Cody’s face before he nodded. “If you
have more of that juice from last time, I’d love some of that?”
He agreed.

Nodding
contently, Obi-Wan made a beeline to the kitchenette, trying not to
be self conscious about the sweat stains around his neck and pits.
Cody had seen him in worse conditions, literally covered in slime and
once even excretion from a giant flower.

Not
to mention blood, mud, dirt, vomit, feces and who knew what else.

Obi-Wan
got into situations.

Returning
with two glasses of chilled juice, Obi-Wan settled down on the couch
and held out the drink before taking a long sip of his own glass,
still feeling parched and beside, he needed to refill some
electrolytes. “Now, you wanted to speak?”

Cody
paused, the glass at his lips before taking a quick sip. “Is it
true the Chancellor lied to Skywalker?” He asked, his voice low,
hushed while staring intently at Obi-Wan.

‘…Of
course the troopers know… fuck.’ Obi-Wan took a deep breath
before nodding.

Cursing,
Cody took another sip. “General, that’s one of many clues to a
very disturbing trend from the Senate that I’m starting to pick up
on.” He said seriously, straightening a bit.

Bewildered,
Obi-Wan sat his glass down. “I’m not sure I follow Cody?”

“General,
it almost sounds like the Senate is trying to kill both Jedi and
clones,” The words came out of Cody’s mouth but static went off
in Obi-Wan’s head, causing him to shake his head and blink at the
commander in confusion. “Sir?”

“I…
Cody what did you just say?” Obi-Wan had Cody repeat himself only
for the static to go of again and something wet to leak down
Obi-Wan’s nose, Obi-Wan’s brain throbbing as he once more tried
to wrap his mind around those words.

Alarmed,
Cody snatched a napkin off the table to press it under Obi-Wan’s
nose, eyes widening. “Sir, you’re bleeding!”