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So what is Sidious up to into in Lord of Grief? Does he try to dig for information from Ani?

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There are times when he doesn’t always understand.

Anakin
will willingly admit that his emotional range can be a bit…
insular.

As in
he’s more consumed in his own emotions.

However,
he’s not stupid and as he stands beside Obi-Wan, the two watching
the troopers ready the supplies for the Negotiator and the Resolute,
he can’t help but wonder if this is how Padme, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka
has felt at time.

Because
he’s not oblivious to Obi-Wan’s changes.

All
that grief and pain inside of Obi-Wan, dragging him into the dark,
fallen and yet not Sith and yet Anakin knows… at just one word from
him, Obi-Wan will let worlds burn.

It’s
a heavy burden to bear and Anakin can’t help the goosebumps that
appears on his skin, the single focus of Obi-Wan’s care, devotion
and love a bit overwhelming after so long of convincing himself it
does not exist.

But it
does.

He
only needs a glance at Obi-Wan’s face, at golden eyes flashing, to
know it’s true.

Because
his ‘death’ hit Obi-Wan hard enough to drag Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan the
pinnacle of Jedi and light, to the dark side.

‘Or
is it gray? He’s fallen yes, his emotions aren’t… steady but
he’s not really dark. And he’s not like any darksider I’ve seen
before, he doesn’t hurt people just because.’ Anakin smiled at
Obi-Wan when the man glanced at him.

He got
a smile in return. “I can keep observing Anakin, you do not have to
stay with me?” He murmured. When he got a confused look, Obi-Wan
clarified. “I know the Chancellor invited you to drop by before we
left.”

Rubbing
the back of his neck with his leather covered hand, Anakin let out a
low noise of discontent. “I guess but it didn’t sound urgent and
I don’t really like the Rotunda if I’m honest,” He wrinkled his
nose. “Hive of scum most of them…” He grumbled in annoyance.

A warm
hand wrapped around his elbow and Anakin turned his head back to the
other, blinking.

Obi-Wan
just smiled softly at him. “Not everyone in the Rotunda is a
Senator,” Anakin grimaced. “But most are a politician yes, and
most of them are scum.” He agreed quietly.

Anakin
blinked, staring at the other, a bit gobsmacked before he
chuckled quietly.

He
never expected Obi-Wan to admit that.

Oh, he
was aware that while Obi-Wan could play the politician game, he also
detested it, as their bond often highlighted when Obi-Wan let his
emotions spill through to Anakin.

“That
said Anakin,” Obi-Wan paused, clearly floundering a bit before
tightening his grip on Anakin’s elbow. “Please promise me you’ll
hear me out and not be offended?” He peered up at Anakin with
inquiring, borderline pleading gaze.

More
bemused than anything, Anakin shifted to face Obi-Wan, nodding slowly
as he did.

The
other didn’t say anything at first, glancing down, clearly mulling
over his own words before sighing deeply and looking back up at him.
“Palpatine makes me uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. And I am
worried about the influence he has on you, influence you may not have
noticed but I have.” He stated softly.

Anakin’s
knee jerk reaction kicked in, the blond opening his mouth to deny and
defend only to close his mouth again as quickly, remembering that he
had in a round about way promised to remain calm. “…Continue.”
He stated, tone clipped.

Guilt
rose when Obi-Wan flinched a bit, his eyes shifting in color as the
Force shifted around them almost lazily in response. And worse was
the hesitation that came after the tone. “Its just… when you
return from him, you tend to be… testy, in response to constructive
criticism or just in general upset when people don’t… respond to
you as you think they should.” Obi-Wan’s tone was overly
cautious.

Anakin
had turned the already hurting and grieving man cautious.

The
man that could uncap a well of pain and grief that reduced the
strongest to tears.

Sighing,
leaving his arm in Obi-Wan’s grip, Anakin licked his lips. “I…
guess. I’m not sure what you’re implying though.” He settled
on, wishing he had Padme’s ability to understand or Obi-Wan’s,
negotiation and looking into words for meaning wasn’t his strong
suit.

He
preferred bluntness.

Obi-Wan
watched him, still with that cautious look in his eyes and on his
face, clearly readable to Anakin. And then he let out a deep,
fortifying breath through his nose. “He seems to stroke your ego a
lot Anakin, and I don’t like the effect he has on your temper or
your mood. Being prideful over your skills is one thing, becoming
arrogant and angry is more worrying, especially when he seems to make
you think you can do no wrong.” Obi-Wan finally stated, his words
slow and a bit uncertain.

Clearly
he expected Anakin to lash out, but Anakin was more thoughtful than
anything.

With
the war, he knew what arrogance could do to someone, it lead to
people being killed, to thoughtlessness and compromised intel.

To
funeral.

Feeling
Obi-Wan tighten his grip, almost possessively, on his elbow, Anakin
shot him a brief smile before patting his hand.

But he
didn’t say anything, the smile was enough to make Obi-Wan settle,
both straightening up as Cody and Rex came towards them.

It was
time for duty once more.

I honestly thought you put Wolfy Rubs on the side in favor of the others. I’d love for it to continue cus Palpatine needs to get wrecked with how quickly O66 is falling out of his grasp.

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Leaning forward, Mace caught the attention of the entire council. “So
we are in agreement then, with both master Kenobi and Knight
Skywalker being Coruscant locked, we station the 212th and
501st in strategic areas to shore up the defense of our
temple where the Sentinels and guards can not be?” He cupped his
hands together, glancing to the mutated Jedi in question.

Both
were nodding in agreement, their face the picture of mixed concern
and yet serenity.

Well,
serenity was stretching it when it came to Anakin but he was as calm
as he normally could be.

“It
is our best option now that we are uncertain to Chancellor
Palpatine’s motives towards us. Has there been any breaches in the
codes?” Obi-Wan murmured, feeling his mate brush their shoulders
together.

It was
Yoda who answered. “None yet, keeping an eye we have on the old
codes usage, but none used yet there is. Question if know the
Chancellor does I do.” The old troll frowned worriedly.

Exchanging
glances, Obi-Wan and Anakin silently communicated in little facial
spasms and twitches before Anakin sighed and gave his attention to
the full council. “Masters, if it would help, I could go visit the
Chancellor, see if I can suss anything out of his words or actions?”
He offered, his face taunt with displeasure at the idea.

That
had the entire council pausing, each falling into a contemplating
silence as they mulled over the pros and cons of the idea.

Finally,
Plo shook his head, his holo flickering slightly. “I am against the
idea, leaving you in the vicinity of the Chancellor may tip him off
that we are aware of discrepancies.” He murmured, frowning
slightly.

“He
has yet to contact Dibs again,” Shaak spoke up, her holo more
steady from Kamino, despite the distance. Clearly the weather must be
alright at this current moment for it to be that steady. “We may be
able to gain some more details to act upon if Knight Skywalker does
go.” She stated but there was a tone of reluctance in that.

Playing
the devils advocate was not easy.

“I
am against it,” Depa added her credits to the pot, a deep frown on
her face. “The Chancellor wanting the codes to our temple is
worrying alone and for all that he has been friendly with Knight
Skywalker, it makes me ill at ease to send the wolf to the lions
den.” She settled on, sending Anakin a worrying look.

Something
Anakin tried not to be offended by.

It
wasn’t that she doubted his skills but worried about the
consequences should something happen.

Something
the council had to think about when it came to the actions of the
Jedi they sent out.

There
had been enough anti Jedi sentiments out there the longer the war
dragged on after all and Anakin could understand the worry.

“Agree
I do with Master Koon and Master Billaba,” Yoda finally croaked,
ears twitching slightly. “Devastation I sense down the path if send
Knight Skywalker out, consciously give yourself away you would not,”
He jabbed a finger at Anakin, the werewolf shifting to a stiff
position. “But a cunning man the Chancellor is. Cunning to remain
in his position as he has he must be. Dangerous it makes him, fear to
loose power the ones at the top do.” Yoda settled back heavily,
sighing tiredly.

As if
he had seen too many situations like this before.

Seen
too many greedy beings act out when their powers or positions have
been treated.

And
maybe he had, he was an old man after all, much older than any other
being in the room.

Even
Plo Koon with his three hundred and sixty years didn’t reach quite
the level of Yoda with his eight hundred and eighty ones.

“Then
maybe…” Obi-Wan trailed off, his enlonged ears twitching slightly
and Anakin let out a small whine as he smelled the change in his
mate’s emotions, blue eyes finding the redhead with worry.

“Yes,
what is it Master Kenobi?” Mace prompted, raising his brows at the
copper haired man curiously and a tiny bit impatiently.

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan leveled his eyes at Mace, pressing his shoulder to Anakin’s
side for strength. “Maybe we should speak to Asajj Ventress?”
Obi-Wan finished his sentence, clearly forcing it out.

The
council went quiet, all of them exchanging looks of surprise and
concern.

Obi-Wan
had wanted nothing to do with Ventress since he had attacked and
almost killed her and had only asked enough to know that he hadn’t
turned her into one of his kind.

After
learning that Ventress showed no signs of being a vampire as he was,
Obi-Wan had ignored all and any conversation containing her name when
it was brought up and that was understandable as he was still shamed
of what he had done even if it was an act of survival.

“…As
your friend Obi-Wan, I hesitate to allow you to speak with her,”
Mace suddenly stated, leaning forward with his elbows coming to rest
on his knees, hands clasped together. “But as the master of the
order, I am aware of the antagonistic relationship you have developed
with her and that you may have some sway over her. My question would
be this, why speak with her?” He murmured.

Hesitating,
glancing at his mate and then back to Mace, Obi-Wan shrugged. “The
Chancellor is behaving very suspicious and at this point, I am
wondering if he may be involved with the CIS if I may state it
bluntly. She may have some answers to at least close down that
suspicion.” He stated bluntly to the alarm of the rest of the
council.

That
was a venue they had not considered and now they were worried.

Fallen for you is great! I like how they are all reaching out to each other. Can we see Palpatine getting shut down everytime he tries to get in contact with Anakin? Because he deserves all the bad things, while Anakin deserves good things

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Frowning faintly to himself, Plo stared at the comm in his hand for
several long minutes, his mind lost in thought before he got to his
feet and made his way out of his own quarters with the comm he had
been entrusted held tightly in his grasp.

When Anakin, rubbing the
back of his neck sheepishly with Obi-Wan at his side, had arrived and
quietly asked Plo to take over his comm for a while, Plo had been
endeared by the trust given him.

Now he was annoyed.

Because in the last four
days he had the comm, the chancellor had tried to contact Anakin not
once, not twice but eight times.

Three calls and five
message functions and a this point he was not only annoyed by the
constant interruption to his own life but also alarmed by how much
the chancellor of the Republic took contact with one Jedi knight.

For what purpose the
Chancellor wouldn’t tell Plo and that was enough to send several
red flags up to the top and Plo needed…

A second opinion.

Skywalker had trusted him
to hold his comm, to keep distraction to a minimum while the boy
tried to deal with his own Fallen state and Plo would do his best as
someone trusted to do that.

Pausing in front of the
door, Plo glanced at the name plate before knocking, waiting.

“Caleb, no don-wait! Oh
for… you are cleaning that up padawan.” Came from inside the
quarters and Plo couldn’t help but grin as he heard the familiar
chuckle of Mace Windu mix in with Depa’s exasperated tone.

“Karma sure is a thing
isn’t it Depa?” He stated in a faux innocent voice and Plo could
almost imagine all the younglings faces.

And they were younglings
to him.

Most of the temple outside
of Yoda and a few wookie Jedi were far to young to be anything but. And Yaddle was an age mate.

Finally the door opened, a
frazzled Depa standing to attention before she saw who it was, a
smile crossing her face as one of her braids dropped into her face.
“Master Plo, what an unexpected pleasure, please, come in and
excuse the mess.” She stepped back and he stepped in.

And firmly paused, staring
into the room before slowly turning his head to look at Mace, the man
standing over by the bedroom doors with a wicked grin on his face as
Depa’s young padawan continued trying to remove what looked like
sticky blue gum off the floor, walls and caff table. “What in Force
name…” Plo couldn’t help but chuckled.

“Caleb science
experiment went wrong.” Mace continued to grin wickedly and Plo couldn’t help
but chuckle too, remembering a certain young lady’s own science
experiment going very wrong in Mace old quarters.

If he had heard the rumors right, the
left wall was still red tinted from that experiment. “I see.” He
turned his head to smirk at Depa and laughed outright when she stuck
her tongue out at both older Jedi.

Shaking herself, Depa face
turned from a smirk to a small smile. “Is there anything I can help
you with Master Plo? I’d offer you something but I’m afraid I
don’t have anything safe for kel dors but as it is, you can come in
with boots on since we need to do a hard clean after Caleb’s little
experiment.” The human stated, her young padawan’s clearly
blushing a deep red.

Reminded why he had made
his way to these quarters, Plo humor faded as he lifted the comm,
catching Mace attention. “I’m afraid I’m in need of a second
opinion my friends. Knight Skywalker has given me his comm for the
foreseeable future to limit distraction and I have in turn discovered
something… alarming in my eyes. Sate a potentially foolish man’s
worries.” He murmured.

The two older humans
exchanged looks, Caleb pausing in his cleaning to peek up with wide,
curious eyes.

In the end, three alarmed
council members were the result of Plo’s excursion, all of them
asking the same thing.

Why was the Chancellor
trying so desperately to speak with Knight Skywalker and was this a
common occurrence? And if so, how long had the Chancellor of the
Republic been speaking with the young knight like so.

Had this been going on
since he was a padawan, when he was no more than ten and just a child
that didn’t know better than to listen to an authority figure?

The implication of it were
not… comforting to any of them, even Caleb, squeezing out a rag of
blue water into a bucket, looked uncomfortable.

“Skywalker needs all the
space he can get right now,” Depa murmured, a hand resting on chin
with fingers sprawled against her lips. “But we can try asking
Obi-Wan while Skywalker is in his own therapy with you… this has to
be done cautiously regardless, if we were to discover something…”
She trailed off.

Three masters exchanged
long, uneasy looks.

This was building to be
something that should not been allowed to happen.

I just read the latest Nostringscanholdme, and, ah, my heart!! I really want them to get Cody back. Do they manage to get Cody back without to much trouble?

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Staring at the teen in shock, Rex almost felt like he could either
sing or facepalm and curse.

Either
or would be an appropriate reaction right now really as the former
clone captain stared down at the frightened yet furious face of Caleb
Dume.

An
almost adult Caleb Dume with a little stubble and longish hair for
sure and therefore different and clearly the other had made an effort
to change himself but still recognizable to Rex despite Dume growing
up a since Rex last saw him.

But
Rex still recognized him as he held the other by the wrist to prevent
him from going for the blaster on his belt.

Not
that Dume really needed it.

‘But…’
Rex glanced towards the white armored men stomping around the market.
‘He can’t risk doing that here or now.’ Thinking quickly, Rex
jerked the teen closer and quickly pulled his ratty hood up. “Cane
my boy!” He announced loudly, outright trying to get attention as
he sent of a prayer of gratitude to Lamb for insisting that everyone
wore helmets or hoods for the milk run as they had come to call their
little supply runs. “Where’s that father of yours, he still owes
me quite a bit of credits?” He stated in a cheerful tone even as he
angled his face so the Imperial troopers couldn’t recognize his
face as one of their own.

He
mentally begged the kid to understand what was going on, already
seeing the clone troopers loose interest in the situation as Rex had
loudly announced what was going on.

Turquoise
blue eyes widened a bit in confused surprise before narrowing again.
“Yeah… he’s here… I guess.” He reluctantly stated and
considering Rex was supposedly collecting on a bet, that reluctance
and spite in the teen wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“Well,
I guess I’ll just have to tail you then around. Can’t get away
from debts owed you know kiddo,” He tacked on a short laugh,
keeping his arm around Dume as he started walking, half pulling the
kid along as he lowered his voice. “Please Dume, for the love of
the Force, play along, you don’t have to trust me but for both our
sake, play the kark along.” He whispered desperately, the crowd
around them and the wind covering up his voice for the most part.

Eyes
narrowed, Dume gritted his teeth but nodded, following reluctantly
and Rex could almost feel the killing intent in the boy.

Ugh
teen?

Kark,
natural borns sometimes confused him frankly and he was never quite
sure what age Dume was, just that he was General Depa’s little
padawan.

Guiding
him along quickly, Rex continued cheerfully telling ‘Cane’ about
all the things he was going to do with the money ‘Cane’s’
father owed him and considering the confused and almost amused
expression that sometimes broke out on Dume’s face when the street
lights illuminated his face, it was clear he knew this was a gimmick
by now.

Finally
they got towards the less traveled paths, leaving the troopers behind
with both of them glancing back and Rex carefully looking the alleys
and paths over.

Quickly
he pulled the Jedi into one of them and breathed out. “Jango’s
blood kid, what are you doing here? Do you know how close to the core
you are?” He whispered harshly, eyes slightly wide and whatever he
expected, that was not it as Dume blinked dumbly up at him, his long
hair fluttering slightly along with his hood.

But
let it never be said that Jedi younglings didn’t have spirit as he
squared himself up as best he could, the gangly teen becoming quite
tall as he was clearly going to get taller than Rex. “What’s it
to you, clone, would have thought you’d rat me out to the
others.” He stated bitterly, spite and anger in his voice.

Narrowing
his eyes in return, Rex let out a grumble before just grabbing Dume
by one of his big ears to make sure he didn’t escape while Rex was
busy.

The
teen yelped and tried to get away even as Rex held on with a
durasteel grip as he reached into his belt, Dume tensing up only to
turn confused when Rex pulled up a holo communicator. “What are
yo-”

“I’m
calling Master Plo,” He stated sternly before softening when he saw
sudden vulnerability bloom into Dume’s eyes. “Yeah… there are
others alive.” Rex stated a tad softer, putting in the memorized
code.

None
of the troopers had the Jedi’s code on their comms, all were to be
memorized, just in case.

For
safety.

Plo
picked up instantly, the Kel Dor going from relieved to disappointed
in seconds. “Captain, have you seen Obi-Wan?” The man wheezed out
before Rex could say anything. “We can’t find him.” Plo rubbed
his chest.

Letting
go off Dume, Rex entire focus fell on the Jedi master instead, his
heart thundering with sudden fear and suspicion. “No, he’s not
with me. Check if all the ships are still gathered, that none of the
smaller ships have been taken out. I’m coming back from the milk
run,” He glanced to Dume, finding him staring at the holo of Plo.
“And I’m bringing a guest with me that might turn into a
permanent resident depending.” He tacked on.

“You
suspect something.” Plo murmured before sighing and nodding in
confirmation, turning and calling for Shaak and captain Luver, that
they had to reach out to the ships

‘Please
cyare…don’t do what I think you might be doing.’ Rex pulled
Dume with him via his shoulder, hurrying to his transport shuttle
that he took down from Homebase, feeling like the devil was on his
heels as he ran.

ReporttoSanate: what heppens next? The Jedi consul knows about Who the Sith is. At least they are away but how does the order feel about it? The clones? Like, honestly, is a strike force being organized?

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Everything was just coming down all at once now, wasn’t it?

They had escaped the war
mongering Senate and settled in to build a new life while also
finding a very suitable solution to getting the troopers recognized
as citizens only to be told about the biochips that could snap their
wills that were inside every trooper.

They needed to do
something about that still.

Then Senator Organa had
suddenly called them and now they had a Sith
on Coruscant, and not just any Sith but the Sith master himself,
leading the merry hydra that was the Senate.

In
the highest position of power.

No
wonder the war had been going to shit for all these
years and Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but wonder what the man had planned with all the troopers once
everything was said and done.

He
just wanted to return to bed where he knew Cody would be waiting for
him.

Warm
and comfortable with all his ‘sons’ throwing teasing ‘dad’
comments when they saw him and how most of them were still taunting
Cody with ‘buir’ comments from time to time.

Was
it really too much to ask?

Considering
they were stuck in their makeshift council chamber for the entire
twenty four hour cycle, it certainly seemed that way, especially as
they were leaning towards the twenty fifth soon and several council
members had already been hailed by their concerned troopers a few
times and Cody, as the highest ranking clone trooper, had outright
entered the council chamber.

Though
to be fair, he had done so with food and water for all, a knowing and
resigned look in his eyes.

He
knew them too well and he also knew that they had to make sacrifices
right now as they needed to find solutions but Obi-Wan was honestly
getting a headache that was very close to a migraine at this point.

“I don’t think we can
remove every troopers chip,” Shaak rubbed her chin slowly, her
lekkus twitching with agitation and sleep deprivation. “There’s
just too many and brain surgery, even in our day and age, is a
sensitive thing. The brain is a tender thing.” She noted with a
worried frown.

For several long moments,
no one said anything until finally Kit sat up a bit, looking around.
“We might not be able to remove them and deactivating them is
uncertain, but could we rewrite them?” He queried, receiving
puzzled looks in return. “They’re biochips right? They run on a
signal but that also means they should be able to be rewritten like
most pieces of engineered hardware with software, yes?” His
tentacles twitched as his black eyes bounced between fellow council
members.

The more technically
advanced members opened their mouths only to shut them again seconds
later, falling into contemplative silences.

He wasn’t wrong, per
say, the biochips were a mixing of technology and bio engineering but
that didn’t mean he was also right.

It would be a difficult
thing test and could take a lot of time, time they may not have with
the CIS and the Republic at war.

“I could work on it,”
Anakin rubbed his chin, frowning heavily. “But I’d need help of
someone knowledgeable with tissue and healers and a few other
technically advanced people, particularly people who are
knowledgeable about medical technology.” He glanced around.

“A wizard with
technology young Skywalker has always been,” Yoda tapped his cane
on the floor, looking around. “Our best bet this may be, to rescue
ourselves and the rest of the galaxy. Ideas for others someone has?”
His ears perked slowly.

Letting out contemplative
sounds, everyone started to brainstorm who could be of aid in such an
endeavor.

They still had a long
night to go and Obi-Wan bolstered himself with the Force for the
fiftieth time that day alone. ‘I just wanted a warm bed with Cody
in it…’ He sulked quietly.

No strings can hold me. can we have more of that one please? What’s Vader planning? do Obi Wan and Rex get some nice cuddle time or even a kiss? DOES VADER SEE THAT KISS IN A VISION?!

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Pacing
in the living room of his Senatorial apartment, Vader toxic yellow
eyes narrowed in hate and displeasure, rage wafting of him for anyone
to feel.

Even
those without Force could sense it, like a slithering layer of humid
heat against their skin but Vader did not care.

No,
he had things to think about, he had someone to find
but no way to get them back because he had no idea where they were
and that meant that he would have to lure his Jedi back to him.

However
there was an issue with that.

There
were many things in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi had once cared
about and most of them were gone.

Some
of them by Vader’s own hand and some of them by others.

Satine
Kryze by Maul’s hand, taking a rival down in Vader’s but also
leaving a gaping hole in Obi-Wan’s chest and losing Vader an
opportunity to leverage her over Obi-Wan even before Vader was
created.

The
same went for Qui-Gon Jinn, also taken away by Maul long before Vader
was even a thought in Sidious mind.

Anakin
Skywalker was weak and therefore was destroyed by Vader when he was
created in fire and blood, he wasn’t foolish enough to consider
that Obi-Wan would come running back for a few heartfelt words and it
wouldn’t trick him into thinking ‘Anakin’ was back and there
was no way whoever had him would let him run back.

The
Jedi temple perhaps?

But
that would include destroying Sidious and Vader wasn’t quite ready
for that, regardless how much he hated the old creep, he still needed
him to teach him, to control the populace and to show him more of the
Sith’s way.

There
were the holocrons of course, Obi-Wan might return for the holocrons
of the Jedi but whoever he was with, who made him smile, would not
let him run off for that without being protected.

Then
there was the Jedi order itself… less said about that and its
members, the better, there were no one left that Obi-Wan would come
running for right now.

Ahsoka
was a viable vector honestly but Vader didn’t have
her, regardless how much he searched for his former padawan, she too
had disappeared into so much dust of the galaxy and every summon and
request he had sent out had been ignored.

Either
Ahsoka was dead or she had turned on him too.

There
was no one else that Vader could see Obi-Wan be willing to stick his
head out for left in the entire gala-Vader froze in the middle of his
living room floor, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in
contemplation once more as the breeze blew the heavy dark curtains
gently on the floor.

There
was one soul.

Now
that Vader truly allowed himself to think about
it.

One
soul, one person that was within his grasp that Obi-Wan cared for
enough to be willing to risk not
only his life for but also his soul and maybe whoever he was with.

One
man.

Reaching
for his comm link, Vader stared at the Jedi temple in the distance as
he typed in a code.

It
was quickly picked up. “Lord Vader sir, this is Commander Fox, at
your disposal.” A clear and familiar voice came through.

Licking
his lips, Vader settled back on his heels. “Commander, I want you
to have the 212th
brought to Coruscant and in particular, to have Commander Cody
transferred to my personal squad, effective immediately.”

There
was a pause, surprise clear even over the audio only comm before it
crackled. “Of course sir, I will start making arrangement to have
them transferred to you Lord Vader.” Fox promptly responded.

Smiling
slowly, lips curling cruelly, Vader shut down his comm, staring at
the old Jedi temple turned Imperial castle. “…One person. Let’s
see how long you will hide once you know where Commander Cody is, my
dear Obi-Wan.” All
Vader would need to do is to orchestrate some information spilling.

But
that wouldn’t be so hard now would it, after all, the 212th
colors were still the bright orange.

And
Obi-Wan had always cared for his commander.

Pushing
ugly jealousy away, Vader continued smiling darkly at the old temple,
full of besmirched memories.

‘I’ll
have you back soon Obi-Wan… soon.’

()()()

Shivering,
goosebumps breaking out under his leathers, Obi-Wan looked around in
confusion as he stepped closer to Rex side.

“Is
something wrong?” Rex paused, letting the others disembark and
slide away into the crowds to collect supplies as they were separated
to different vode. “Ben?” He leaned in a bit, his hand coming to
grasp Obi-Wan’s.

“I…
I don’t know. For a moment I just felt cold.” Obi-Wan returned
quietly, tightening his hold on Rex hand.

Alert,
Rex glanced around too, now on guard before quietly pulling Obi-Wan’s
hood up. “…Let’s not stir up any trouble then.” He murmured
quietly, both of them keeping to the shadows and trying to remain out
of view for any cameras they saw.

It
could be nothing of course, but both Obi-Wan and Rex knew that the
Force was a handy ally.

And
even just a feeling to a Force sensitive could be important to listen
to.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan, tucking him into his side as they moved
towards a junkyard, a few machine components on their list that they
could hopefully get cheap as they remained on guard throughout the
day.

Anakin returning after what was a rather brutal split from the Jedi order after the war only to find the entire temple empty?

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Rage
turning into bewilderment tinged with fear, Anakin stood in the large
doorway of the monumental entrance of the Jedi temple, blinking at
the empty atrium inside it.

Normally,
there be Jedi here, many, wandering too and from as they headed
around the temple or made their way outside, though the Jedi had been
leaving the temple less and less from what both Padme and the few
times Obi-Wan had spoken with Anakin had told him.

Something
about tension and violence?

Frowning,
Anakin took another step in, a chill slithering down his spine.

He
had come because Obi-Wan wasn’t responding to any of his calls or
messages nor was the council picking up or any other avenue of the
Jedi order he had tried to call so Anakin had been left with no other
choice when they weren’t picking up.

Just
because he left the Jedi order, maybe chaotic and a bit brutally with
his accusations, didn’t mean that he didn’t want to speak with
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had been speaking with him until now so Anakin
had thought that maybe the others were blocking him from
communicating with Obi-Wan.

So
he had gone to the temple, expecting people.

But…

It
was like a tomb in the
temple,
dead silent and empty and after a second of hesitation, Anakin
marched over to where he knew there should be a guard, throwing open
the temple guard door.

Nothing,
just
an empty space, two chairs around an empty table and some cards left
abandoned.

There
was always
guards, just in case, to keep the youngest safe and to make account
of visitors.

Heart
in his throat, Anakin swallowed harshly then stepped back, turning,
his hasty walk turning into a sprint through empty halls.

Nothing.

No
one.

And
more than that, there was nothing either.

Before
there had been statues here and there, there had been benches and
decorations but now it was empty.

A
few things, to large to move, was still left but everything the Jedi
cared about, everything they made use of and Anakin had never really
noticed until it was gone was now missing.

No
Jedi, no clone troopers and no decorations or furniture.

Just
an empty, silent and gigantic building as Anakin made his way,
panting and sweating, to the living quarters Obi-Wan had inhabited.

And
while Obi-Wan’s signature was still there, it was weakened and
almost gone, indicating that Obi-Wan had not been here in days if not
weeks.

Slapping
his hand to the display, Anakin held his breath as the door opened,
still recognizing him only for a groan of despair to escape him,
musty, closed in air blasting him in the face from a dark and empty
living quarters.

Numbly,
Anakin reached for his comm link, staring into the rooms he had half
grown up in, where he had shared space with Obi-Wan, where he had
laughed and joked.

“Anakin,
what is it love?” Padme’s cheerful voice echoed, an under current
of tiredness in her voice and Anakin opened his mouth to answer only
for no noise to escape him, only heavy breathing as he tried to
remember what it was Obi-Wan had said about tension and violence
turned to the Jedi order. “…Anakin? Anakin what’s wrong?”
Padme’s voice turned to concern and alertness.

Faintly,
Anakin registered another voice in the back of the comm but all
Anakin could think was… “Padme… Obi-Wan is gone. The Jedi
temple is empty.”
He
finally croaked out.

Faintly,
he could now hear shouts on the comm line but all he could do was
continue staring into the empty, dark room where there once had been
so much life, where Obi-Wan had always been.

Now
only emptiness remained, waste and cold.

So Immortalplans, does Maul catch Obi? Are they a similar age? Or is he more Ani’s age?

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‘So
that’s the potentially immortal brat. How pathetic.’

The
thought slips through the haze of everyone else around the feast,
clearly unintentional and Anakin feels his spine go ramrod stiff as
he catches the thought. If he hadn’t been monitoring on purpose, he
might not have caught it at all.

Keeping
his hand on Obi-Wan’s head as the boy still chats happily with his
mon calamari friend as she’s winning the tossing game, Anakin
starts slowly surveying the crowd around, tries to catch sight of who
is watching Obi-Wan.

He
can’t though.

The
festival of the Silvering Moon is just too big, the area they picked
has so many people despite it being one of the ‘less’ populated
sections of the festival.

The
Senatorial district is crazy compared to this section.

But
the kids liked it and Anakin understood socializing and showing off
the young ones to the public.

Make
them used to Jedi among them, even the young ones.

And
show the temples vulnerable and softer underbelly.

Now
however, Anakin wanted to lift Obi-Wan up into his arms and run away
with him. The Force faction that wanted Obi-Wan was here or someone
working for them was here. ‘And considering they know exactly what
Obi-Wan might potentially become, I’m betting it’s the latter as
the contract on Obi-Wan doesn’t specify why,
only where he is and who he is.’

But
regardless how long Anakin looked around, he couldn’t find the
person who had thought that damn thought.

Unable
to prevent himself for sneering a bit, Anakin cursed Coruscant and
it’s foggy Force for the first time ever. It had been clouded for
as long as he had been on the planet, the entire planet being more
metal and artificial buildings than organic and that had never before
bothered Anakin as there were still worlds he could visit where there
was so much green and blue.

Hell,
Anakin liked
technology.

But
due to that, the Force that rose from Coruscant was made by the
beings that lived on it.

And
the unfortunate truth about sentient beings were that they could be
wholly selfish, greedy and dark.

That
made the Force difficult to use sometimes outside of the temple on
Coruscant when it was being so foggy.

Feemor
had once told him that when he had been young, the Force had been
clearer and maybe that had to do with the influx of who lived there
but Anakin was starting to wonder…

Shaking
his head, he instead meet Qui-Gon’s eyes, giving him a warning
through their bond that caused his old master to be more on guard as
the man let a small nod escape him before he let his eyes drop to
Obi-Wan, a soft, fond smile crossing the man’s face.

Glancing
down, Anakin smiled too, watching Obi-Wan coo and praise Bant for
winning the soft fish plush she wanted.

“You’re
just too adorable.” He chuckled at them before lifting both kids
up, settling one each on his hip and heading over to the majority of
the creche class, giving Xanatos a nod as the raven tried to
integrate himself to the kids.

‘But
I’m the favorite still~.’ Anakin thought playfully at his lineage
brother as all the kids turned their attention on Anakin the moment
he came close, hopeful faces looking at him for treats.

Laughing,
setting down Bant and Obi-Wan, Anakin reached into his belt for the
bag of sweetened sugar plums, much to the entire creche class
delight, leaving the now forgotten Xanatos to pout.

()()()

That
had been too close!

Glaring
around the stall corner, Sheev sneered at the blond knight.

The
knight had suddenly tensed and then started looking around
‘discreetly’, sensing a threat most likely to his little ward.
This would have been perfect, blending into the crowd, get close to
the little brat and make him pass out but no,
the karking knight had been on guard and now Sheev needed to return
to his master with his failure.

He
hated
failing.

He
hated the punishment that would follow for failing.

‘When
I get my hands on that little twerp, I’ll make him pay for all the
pain I have to go through because of him.’ Sheev seethed, lowering
his eyes to the copper red head as Kenobi laughed and excitedly
clapped his hands as he got his sweets.

So how do the boys proceed after finding out that Palpatine (potentially) has the codes to everything in the temple?

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The
first thing that happened after Obi-Wan and Anakin presented the
evidence of Prosset Dibs giving over codes for the temple to another
party was that Mace Windu let out a growl so loud that Anakin’s
wolf side reacted and transformed in front of everyone, ripping up
yet another pair of boots and leggings.

The
second thing was that the Temple Guards were sent to collect said man
and put him in a damn cell.

Obi-Wan
quietly rubbed Anakin’s ears, watching the rest of the council as
they mulled over the information they had come over once that was
done. “We can’t prove that it’s Palpatine,” Plo finally
sighed, raising his hand when Anakin bristled. “We’re sorry
Knight Skywalker, but we can’t and even if we could, the only thing
we have is that he’s meeting with a dishonored Jedi master and
getting the codes to the temple.” He sighed deeply.

“Worrying
it is however.” Yoda tapped his cane on his chair, frowning heavily
with ears twitching.

Snorting
deeply, Depa sat up. “Oh you don’t say, the Chancellor having the
codes to the temple for some reason, our local ‘wolves’ being
wary of him to the point the troopers and Skywalker don’t like
being around him, not to mention him sitting in his position
longer than he should.” She rubbed her face.

“Regardless,”
Mace sat up, frowning around the room. “We need to change the codes
now, have them all
changed and keep a stricter tab on our own mem-” He paused, rubbing
his scalp slowly.

Everyone
blinked, looking at Mace.

Anakin
went as far as to sit down on his rear to watch everyone, becoming
more comfortable.

“If
Dibs is sharing the codes,” Mace stated slowly, a deep frown on his
face. “Whose to say there aren’t more doing it?” He murmured,
glancing about.

The
council went dead silent, Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanging long looks
before focusing back on the council.

“I
do believe,” Obi-Wan stated, his long elvish like ears twitching
faintly. “That we should perhaps set up a few teams to go through
more security recording as I and Anakin are only looking for whoever
betrayed us to the CIS.” He murmured, eyes slitting a bit before
going back to normal, his hand resting on Anakin’s head.

Exchanging
worried looks, nods were exchanged by everyone. “Do you have a
suggestion Obi-Wan?” Mace leaned forward.

Lips
twitching up, showing off his fangs, Obi-Wan gave a nod. “Oh, I got
a few suggestion.” He chuckled faintly.

()()()

Rolling
over the floor with Waxer, Anakin let out a delighted bark as he for
the first time in a few days had a playmate around, ignoring his
chuckling mate.

Obi-Wan
figured that bringing in the 212th
and 501st
to go over the security recording and making notes of suspicious
behavior was the best solution they could do. After all, neither of
them were really doing much on Coruscant with their General’s being
grounded thanks to the threat to Obi-Wan’s life and Anakin’s
inability to be separated from the vampire.

So
putting them to use in helping the Jedi weed out the problems going
on was the best thing to do.

And
it amused Obi-Wan to see his mate so happy with a playmate around.

Ahsoka
was a joy to teach but sometimes Anakin just needed another canine
around to play with and mock hunt, that was why Obi-Wan and Ahsoka
went hunting together since she couldn’t do the flock hunting that
the werewolves could.

And
no one was going to change her into a werewolf, there was no reason
to.

She
was strong and capable on her own and wouldn’t have any gain from
becoming a werewolf or a vampire.

Not
that Obi-Wan was going to change anyone.

He’d
sooner throw himself down a melting pit as he had once done to Maul.

Rolling
his shoulders, Obi-Wan turned back to the records to continue going
through, wondering if it was Dibs who had ratted them out to the CIS,
he could be petty enough.

They
hadn’t heard anything from the Temple Guards though, so he didn’t
think so and he knew they were interrogating him down below in the
cells.

At
least he had more company than his mate in the security rooms now,
sending Cody a small smile as the commander had opted to stick around
him, other troopers going to the rest of the security rooms around
the temple.

Cody
sent him a small grin in return, shrugging faintly before rolling his
eyes and tilting his head at Waxer and Anakin.

Obi-Wan
just chuckled, bumping their shoulders together in a friendly manner
only to laugh when Anakin was suddenly doing his best to crawl into
Obi-Wan’s lap. “Anakin, what in the world?” He grinned down at
the other, smile softening when he saw how the other was wagging his
tail. “Oh alright…” He chuckled faintly, rubbing the others
ears with one hand and going back to the recorded security cams.

There
were still plenty to go through, even if he had a heavy wolf on his
lap.

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The
morning came slow and cold for everyone as they woke for work,
everyone still in a state of shock after the happening of the last
few days as news broke out over Coruscant that not only was the
entire Jedi council in a minor coma but the Chancellor had a heart
attack and passed away in his office, awaiting
medical aid.

People
speculated, the clone guards on Coruscant patrolled
even more heavily than before with their vode from the 212th
and 501st
joining them to ensure order was kept as the Senate argued among
themselves in utter shock.

Slowly,
one by one, everyone agreed that the stress of the war had finally
gotten to the chancellor, sitting for as long as he had in a
stressful position and then tack on the extra years with war, Valorum
heavily supporting the stress part of such a job to anyone who would
listen.

While
Valorum disgraceful dismissal with a vote of no confidence had
tarnished his name, people still listened to him on that part at
least, agreeing that the stress must have gotten to the sixty year
old man.

People
were less certain about what was going on with the Jedi, not that
many people dared to speculate too loudly in case a clone trooper was
around.

It
had become abundantly clear that the troopers were upset and worried,
quick to latch onto the defensive about their Jedi.

Finally
though, one by one, each Jedi councilor started to surface from their
Force induced coma, each
one as confused as a tumbled puffer pig and as stiff as a durasteel
wall sheet, all of them requiring a surface massage to get their
muscles to function again as
they were informed what was going on with Coruscant.

The
last to surface was Obi-Wan, the man coming back in short moments and
instances before he was fully awake and briefed by Anakin and a
healer as
the rest of his brethren when
they woke up, Obi-Wan holding Anakin’s hand tightly when the fate
of his friend was informed to the older man.

Obi-Wan
might not personally have liked Palpatine, he rarely liked any
politican, but he was Anakin’s friend and so he would mourn the man
for Anakin at least.

The
Senate was still in uproar, trying to decide who to take over for
Palpatine, with Mas Amedda loudly proclaiming that as Vice Chair, he
was capable of being a temporary holder for the Chancellor role.

There
was much dispute about that, not as many trusted Mas Amedda as they
had trusted Palpatine and it was showing in how little of the Senate
was willing to leave the power in the man’s hand and continued to
debate over who were candidates for the Chancellor chair.

Obi-Wan
didn’t see much of that as he slowly made his way to his quarters,
his arm around Cody’s shoulder as he was helped along, the healer
recommending that he walk with aid to try and get his body to
normal state again, releasing him from the Hall’s tender care after
lending him a robe to cover the Hall gown and slippers for decency
sake.

He
wasn’t the only one, Mace was apparently still stiff and had daily
oil massages, much to Ponds delight apparently, or so Cody said with
a wicked little grin when he showed up in his uniform to help Obi-Wan
to his quarters, Anakin glancing amusedly at them before making
himself scarce with a snigger.

That
was not a good sign, something told Obi-Wan that the other knew…
but surely that was a mistake, Obi-Wan had been discreet!

He
was sure that he had managed to keep it from Anakin.

He
was more discreet than he and Padme were at least!

A
hand tightened on his hip, prompting Obi-Wan from his thoughts as
they moved from the elevator and into the hallway. “Easy
cy-sir, easy, one step at a time.” Cody murmured, Obi-Wan shooting
a short smile up at him as he fought against the urge to blush,
knowing that Cody had wanted to call him ‘cyare’.

“Of
course Commander, maybe since you’re already here, you’d like to
have a cup of tea?” Obi-Wan murmured, leaning more heavily into the
others side to press their sides together, feeling Cody’s hand grip
his hip in turn.

It
was enough to make him want to grin wickedly, even as he hid it
behind a serene expression, giving two knights an even nod as they
greeted him with relief, obviously having the entire Jedi council out
of commission being a worry for the temple.

“I
would rather like that, General,” Cody stated, loudly enough to be
heard before lowering his voice, barely whispering next to Obi-Wan’s
ear. “And then I’ll help you out of your Hall gown so I can give
you your own oil massage, I gotta have something nice to show the
rest of the 212th
so they know you’re alright, Tal Sarad.” He murmured heatedly,
Obi-Wan shivering in anticipation.

Fuck
being stiff and sore, he was getting his mouth around Cody’s cock
before he left if it was the last thing he did that day, knowing that
the council wouldn’t summon him for the purging incident until at
least tomorrow.

Oh,
he knew that there would be discussion about the darkness they had
found, but right now Obi-Wan was going to get down and dirty with his
commander as the man’s eyes sparked possessively, eyes lingering on
the white collar wrapped around Obi-Wan’s neck.