suspense

Is #Feralchild gonna be a Codywan paring, whether platonic or romantic, cause I can already see this version of Obi-Wan be extremely possessive over the clones, Cody in particular with how he just acted.

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When
the supposed Sith arrived, Cody had no idea what to really expect as
he lined up with his vode, the ones he knew would become the future
212th,
all standing on guard as the Sith entered with the longnecks.

They
had of course observed and analyzed footage of Sith, seen the brutal
efficiency of their battles, seen the power they wielded with such
ease that it took Cody’s breath away.

And
then the Sith was in front of them, observing them with yellow,
almost glowing eyes familiar enough to them that they almost looked
like the amber ones of the troopers.

Copper
toned hair pulled back into a short braid in the neck, pale skin with
freckles and dressed in expensive cloth of black and blue shades, the
lightest the color of the sky on the rare clear day of Kamino, only
just peeking out from all the darkness.

A
tunic Cody guessed, silky under tunic if he was pushed to detail,
with
a dark navy blue over, midnight blue sash and black belt with black
leggings with a black robe over to seamlessly blend in with polished
leather boots.

He
was… pretty, the jut of his chin with the clefted chin was pretty.

Cody
wasn’t sure what he had expected but he knew that Sith sometimes, a
lot of times honestly, could become corrupted by the dark side of the
Force that gave them the power that they controlled the galaxy with.

But
this one, from his clear skin, burning golden eyes the shade of a
predators gaze and confidant sashay, he could be nothing but pretty
or beautiful honestly.

The
only sign of the dark side of the Force, as far as Cody could tell,
was the golden eyes and the fangs that peeked out past the man’s
lips.

But
then the man asked for his name, his eyes slitting for a few seconds
as he stared into Cody’s own amber colored eyes.

At
that point Cody would have slit the kamino’s throat behind the Sith
had General Kenobi asked him to.

()()()

Obi-Wan
had an army now.

And
what a large and impressive
army it was Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think as he licked his lips,
watching the men below fetch their armor and blasters, Commander
Cody still at his side as the man murmured information for Obi-Wan
about the various groups gathering below.

It
was interesting and illuminating for what Obi-Wan would be able to do
later on.

Cody
was quite the source of information, standing at Obi-Wan’s side in
a half parade rest with his helmet under his arm.

He
would of course need to figure out who had really ordered all the
troopers, who were his now, Obi-Wan would slaughter whoever tried to
take away his troopers.

‘I
will have to speak with Qui-Gon and the council, best tell them
before I start a rampage through the galaxy with my new rather
wonderful army.’ He smirked to himself before tilting his head to
look at Cody, turning around to give the man his full attention.

It
was something he noticed, how the clones he spoke with straightened
up and looked at him with a small measure of awe when he gave them full attention. It made him suspect the kind of treatment the
local kamino’s gave the clones.

‘Lama
Su did call them products… I will need more information before I
proceed.’ He noted mentally as he smiled at Cody, flashing his
fangs at the man. “Commander Cody, while this has been thrilling, I
do think I will need more information… focused on the treatment the
kamino’s has been exercising on you and all your… friends?
Troopers? Brothers?” He raised his brow.

“Vode,”
Cody murmured, glancing quickly at the large window to watch a few of
the armored men, visibly shaking himself a bit as he turned his
attention back to Obi-Wan. “I… you might not like what I’m
about to say General Kenobi.” He murmured, helmet clenched under
his arm.

He
was right, Obi-Wan did not.

Amber
eyes slitted, the light flickered and a light bulb blew up as he
hissed before stepping forward and cupping Cody’s cheek, stroking
his thumb under a wary Cody’s eye. “No more, your vode will be
safe Cody, I promise you.” He hissed before turning, his robe
flaring around him as he marched towards the door, the Force ripping
the floor and wall as the Sith marched with purpose to find the prime
minister. ‘Mine,
how many have
they
taken away,
they’re MINE!’

Obi-Wan’s
Force was snarling out into the cosmos as Cody followed quickly, the
commander watching in awe how durasteel was twisted and bent as the
Sith prowled like the predator he was.

He
was almost tempted to call for some of the other commander candidates
so they could see in person when Obi-Wan tore into the kamino’s.

Okay so could you’ve reblogged fusions before, Codywan and Vaderwan and so, could you maybe write one? Steven Universe fusion I mean?

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Straightening
up slowly, Anakin glared at Grievous
as the droid bait crackled at the ‘strength’ of the Jedi order,
mocking both Obi-Wan and himself. He hated that karking poodoo fused
wit-wait… fused.

Twisting
his body while wiping blood from his face, Anakin looked at the
distance it was from him to Obi-Wan.

He
could close that in two seconds with a Force boost, but doing so
would reveal what he and Obi-Wan could do. Not just to the galaxy at
large but also to the rest of the Order.

There
would be questions.

Big
ones.

But…

Anakin’s
eyes slid past Obi-Wan, to where Ahsoka was being strapped to a
gurney, to where several vode were laying too still, to where Rex was
shouting orders and then back to Obi-Wan, the redhead having a thin
trail of blood beading down on his temple.

“Obi-Wan!”
He snapped out, getting his former master’s attention, the other
raising an eyebrow before narrowing in understanding.

For
a moment he wondered if the other would reject the idea.

Then
Obi-Wan straightened from his crouched position too, slipping his
saber onto his belt and opening his arms in welcome, a small, wry
smirk lining his lips.

Uncaring
of the words passing Grievous
metal frame, Anakin let out a wide grin and slid his own saber to his
belt.

And
then he ran, right to Obi-Wan’s waiting arms.

No
start up initiation, no dance, no twirl and bounce or even the
slightest sign of what they were up to.

Just
Anakin crashing into his master and then light,
brilliant, overpowering, bright as the sun light.
()()()

Now,
Rex wasn’t an idiot, he knew his General and the man’s former
master was closer than most Jedi were or would approve, though they
seemed to be ignoring it when they encountered it these days.

At
least Plo Koon and Depa Billaba were ignoring it since they had seen
it first hand. But that still meant that they were close and Rex
General at least was very emotionally driven, made closeness with
others all the time.

That
still didn’t mean Rex was prepared for the light show he was about
to be shown as his General made a fast beeline for Kenobi, his eyes
bright and eager with their sabers on their belts.

The
two crashed into each other and light filled the battlefield.

No
start up initiation, no twirl at all, just light and Rex heard Cody
curse quietly in shock and awe.

Because
they knew what was going on.

Fusion,
the thing Force sensitives
could do, fuse with another being and become one made of all the sums
of the other.

But
that usually took a little dance, a start up and a then a joining.

Skywalker
instead crashed into his former master, and joined.

The
light died down and Rex lowered the hand he had automatically used to
shield his eyes, staring.

In
front of them, with copper curled hair hanging down his back, stood
the tallest human Rex had ever seen in person.

Two
and a half meter at least, long, curly red hair hanging down his back
with a mix of both General Skywalker and Kenobi’s armor and clothes
and four arms to match the six of Grievous.

Beige
leggings and red boots, black tunic and white garrote around his neck
with one black and one white gauntlet and if Rex wasn’t mistaken,
that was General Skywalker’s mech arm, the ones below the top ones
not having gauntlets and only fabric.

How
that worked, he wasn’t sure since as far as he understood, it was
only the organic that went into the fusion, so Skywalker’s arm was
a bit of an oddity he thought. There
wasn’t a trace of blood on the fusion, despite both parties having
sported it before and the clothes looked whole, which was good along
with the armor.

“Oh
karking hell.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been me, it feels good!” The
fusion groaned, stretching as tall as he was before turning his face
enough to give Rex
the sight of four eyes, all of them creased in a smile, one blue pair
and one green pair, freckles over
the face
and what was clearly Skywalker’s cheekbones but General Kenobi’s
nose.

‘No
beard, huh, interesting.’ Rex thought faintly as he took in the
freckles on the man’s skin and that little mole beneath one set of
eye. “Sir?” He managed, his voice stronger than he thought it
would be.

The
fusion grinned, a wide, cocky and mischievous smile. “Call me Oni!
Now let’s party.” Oni laughed, pulling both sabers off his belt
with a laugh, the free set of hands folding over his chest while the
others set into a jar kai pose.

Feral child, could we maybe have a time skip? closer to clone wars time unless you got something planned before that is.

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Coruscant
continues to orbit and the days becomes to weeks and then months as
time leaps forward for them all, Obi-Wan grows and becomes a Sith
knight, his master at his side as Obi-Wan brings in a Jedi saber in
front of the Sith council with a smirk on his face as he rises.

Qui-Gon’s
mark fades on his shoulder but never really disappears, it starts
fading ever so slightly and becomes more scar tissue than
tattoo and
Obi-Wan is happy with that, still sporting the evidence
of Qui-Gon’s claim to his teaching.

Still
Obi-Wan’s claim to Qui-Gon.

And
Anakin
is growing in leaps and bounds in that time.

He’ll
soon be ready.

Obi-Wan
will soon be ready too, ready to take Anakin in under his wing
officially.

Unofficially
however, he is training his little monster already, showing him the
Force, the power pulsing around Anakin in hot, terrible waves when
the other lets go of his control and already Anakin’s teeth are
showing a change at twelve years of age.

Another
year, another milestone as Obi-Wan now takes on Anakin as his
apprentice, Qui-Gon watching them both with proud, glowing eyes as
Obi-Wan
puts his own mark on Anakin, stark visibly on the still slightly
tanned boy’s neck in a dark red, gleaming like fresh blood.

And
through those years, Obi-Wan looks for clues for Shmi Skywalker.

The
trail has gone cold so many times, every time he thinks he has found
her…

Poof,
like smoke she has faded away and he’s growing frustrated,
the snake in his chest hissing in discontent.

And
yet, every time he looked into Anakin’s blue eyes…

He
went back to looking.

Years
passed, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…

Obi-Wan
may be frustrated, angry, but he did continued looking even as he
continued teaching Anakin when he wasn’t looking for Shmi on his
missions out in the galaxy but those blue eyes that flickered yellow
was all he needed to continue looking.

Anakin
didn’t even ask anymore.

He
just looked hopefully at Obi-Wan every time he went on a mission
without him.

And
each time Obi-Wan had to disappoint him.

He
hated disappointing Anakin.

And
then he came over Kamino, the kamino’s telling him how the ‘Sith’
had commissioned an army of clones.

Bullshit,
Obi-Wan knew that no one had commissioned an army of clones
regardless how impressive Jango Fett had been.

Until
he was standing in front of row upon row of clones, staring at the
white armored men as the prime minister talked up a storm, a buzz in
Obi-Wan’s head as the Force rose sharply in interest, watching the
clones, watching Obi-Wan, watching the galaxy spin.

“This
is CC-2224, a commander candidate.” Lama Su gestured elegantly
towards one of the saluting clones, Taun We watching in anticipation
as the Sith stepped forward to inspect.

‘This
is so odd, they all look like Fett.’ Obi-Wan mused, meeting those
burning, familiar amber eyes sans the emotions usually laid in those
eyes. They looked…

Huh,
the Force purred at him, darkness coiling around him as it prodded
him forward as Obi-Wan took in the worries in the Force aura of the
clones, the fear but mixed in with all of that was fragile hope.

They
were living beings after all, regardless what else the kamino’s had
done…

Grasping
the clone’s cheek, caressing
gently with his thumb below the eye,
Obi-Wan tilted his head curiously as the amber eyes stared back at
him in surprise before leaning cautiously into the gentle hand. The
troopers eyes slowly closed as Obi-Wan touch remained gentle and
slow, remaining only on the cheek to avoid making the touch too
uncomfortable.

And
the other was enjoying it.

There,
that moment cinched
it.

They
were beautiful, cautious yes, but beautiful and they just needed
someone like Obi-Wan had all those years ago when he had singled out
Qui-Gon as his master.

Obi-Wan
could be that someone, could be their someone as he felt the
stirrings of Force sensitivity in them.

Not
much but… enough.

Enough
to be a danger, enough to be his.

Obi-Wan’s
eyes sparked with deep amber, slitting for a moment before a slow,
warm smile grew over his face. “What’s your name?”
He murmured, the snake in his chest hissing softly.

The
amber eyes opened again, staring at him again, flickering to the
kamino’s behind Obi-Wan and then back to the Sith, watching how the
amber eyes slitted again before becoming normal human eyes.

Whatever
the man saw… it made him smile shakily at Obi-Wan. “…Cody sir.”

Smile
turning into a slow smirk, Obi-Wan chuckled slowly, uncaring as the
prime minister and the cloner behind him shifted uncomfortably. “I
do believe Commander Cody, that this will be the start of a beautiful
partnership.” He purred, the darkness of the Force purring along
with him.

Hi, I know you just updated SweetHoney but I will reread a series from the beginning too once an update hits and I noticed in one update that it was mentioned that Jango was going to let the chips be known to a few clones and let it spread or just tell them…did he do any of that or do the clones still have the chips? Thanks in advance

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Pausing
in his blaster polishing as he spotted a Wolfpack trooper making his
way towards him, Jango narrowed his eyes before straightening when he
saw it was Wolffe himself, the commander removing his helmet as he
got closer with his functioning eye focused on him.

The
trooper stopped in front of Jango, the Mando’a peering up at the
commander from the crate he had picked out.

He
had figured that sitting out in the sun for once and getting some
work done before they packed up once again and Jango returned to
Obi-Wan, his mate having Boba with him as he played relief effort in
his current state.

The
Resolute was of course with the Negotiator since Anakin was still a
padawan, so they were all drifting in space but Plo Koon had
requested Jango to arrive and supervise and observe the training of
his men, to see if they needed any refreshers.

So
far Jango had not observed anything, the Wolfpack were superior
soldiers still though some of the shiny’s as the men called them
were a bit lacking.

Nothing
experience couldn’t fix and getting their armor scuffed up. And
some help of their vode of course, that helped a lot.

Jango
had been intending to help with some blaster training once he was
done polishing his weapon but… well… it seemed Wolffe had
something to say.

‘And
it’s such a nice day for a blaster makeshift blaster range too.’
Jango mentally griped with annoyance. The sky was clear, the grass
was low, the sun was high in the sky over them and the sight was
clear even without a scope, ideal!

The
Commander however glanced around, pointedly taking note of where the
Jedi in the camp were and as he did, Jango got a view of the side of
his head.

A
scalp scar.

His
shoulder sunk a bit with sudden understanding and a tiny bit of
relief.

He
could never be quite sure about all the troopers, some of them had
taken the news of the biochips very personally, especially when some
of the more technical advanced troopers sliced into the kamino’s
databases and found the orders themselves.

Jango
half expected to be challenged for alpha pack rights and honestly
just slugged for what he almost did to the Jedi, while Jango himself
wasn’t too fond of them in the beginning and still was a bit iffy
on most of them… the troopers had adored them from the get go of
their first meeting.

Alpha,
beta or omega, they adored each Jedi with a fervent display that
Jango would almost call cultish.

Well,
without worship that was.

They
adored them more than they worshiped really.

‘Except
that oddball Pong Krell and Quinlan Vos, they’re acquired tastes so
far as I’ve seen.’ Jango thought to himself as Wolffe started to
finger spell as he spoke.

“There’s
caff
in the mess tent, fresh if you’re interested Mand’alor.”
Wolffe drawled out as his fingers moved. -All
vode cleared, wolfpack safe. News?-

Carefully
rubbing the rag along the blaster, eyeing it before putting it in the
holster, Jango casually began finger spelling back as he pretended to
stretch. -Good,
safe then, less pawns for darjetii. No news. Returning to mate and
kit.- Jango dropped his arms and stood, his back and karking hip
cracking as he did, though his armor muffled it. “Sounds good,
could do with some caff to oil my joints before I take off.” He
drawled in an equal tone to Wolffe, sounding bored almost.

The
commander nodded before giving a brief salute of respect to Jango’s
title and then he was off, making a beeline for Koon.

Jango
watched for a moment before deciding to indeed get himself some caff,
he was going to karking need it and he could honestly use the energy
before he was on his way to his pregnant mate.

‘Obi-Wan
and a shower, Boba, a nice snuggle, hair ruffle for Anakin, pretend I
can’t smell Rex on him…’  Jango felt an involuntary smile cross
his lips at the thought, tucking his thumbs into his belt as he made
his way towards the mess tent, easily avoiding a few troopers lugging
around supplies around the camp.

This
wasn’t what he had thought would happen on the day he held Boba in
his arms.

He
had thought that was it, after all, he hadn’t found a fitting mate
and Boba had been perfect, beautiful and tiny in his arms.

‘And
now I’m having another and I have an adoptive kit… kark, life
works in mysterious ways huh.’ He mused as he pushed the tent flap
aside, the smell of caff and cooking food washing over him along with
the low hum of working men with the clatter of tools.

Odd
how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#UncertainBeginnings. That was so amazing. I absolutely love a protective Obi-wan. Thank you very much for writing it.

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Plugging
himself into the Kamino’s systems proved to be effective even if
Obi-Wan didn’t particularly like being helpless in what was
technically enemy territory.

And
he did consider the facility enemy territory even if he was on even
ground with Jango and the kaminoan’s were supposedly on the Jedi’s
side. Any moment any of them could turn on him and the clones would
follow the orders from Jango or the kaminoan’s for now.

He
couldn’t consider this safe territory.

Which
meant he would have to keep his dig through the archives brief.

And
so Obi-Wan set a timer on his comm and clenched it tight in his flesh
hand as he plugged his mechanic one into the wall, slicing his way
into the terminals to dig through the kamino’s barriers and safety.

He
needs answers, answers before the council members arrive.

He
needs answers to who
ordered the army and for what reason.

The
general reason is obvious, war but there is more here, the Force
tells Obi-Wan to look
and that is what he’s going to do with the days he has until the
council arrives to take their own look in person at the clones and to
listen to Jango Fett.

‘I
already know that Sidious is the real puppet master behind the clone
army, using Sifo-Dyas as a scapegoat… but… where did all the
money come from? And can I prove it is the Chancellor who has his
sticky fingers in this?’ Obi-Wan frowns his mind scanning through a
wealth of information.

Mostly
he is looking for key words.

Anything
containing Sith, Jedi, Bounty hunter o-

Jedi.

Obi-Wan
pauses and goes back to the information.

-Order
66: Execute the Jedi Order.-

The
words physically throws Obi-Wan back into the world of flesh and
living, fighting against his gag reflexes as he stares wide eyed at
the wall.

‘…That
was only order 66. What are the others?’ Obi-Wan forces his bodily
reactions
under control and throws himself back into the world of digital
information and machines, going back to order 66.

He
ends up physically ill before the end, coating the durasteel floor of
his room with bile and water as the extent of what he finds hits him.

Order
upon order, to execute traitors, execute the Senate, execute
villagers until a Jedi gives themselves up, execute the troopers
themselves… and the base for all these orders.

A
biochip.

The
urge to vomit again is strong as it hits him just how deeply the
troopers have been tampered with.

‘Just
like me. They’re just like me. Weapons to be in someones hands,
slaves to be, modified and under someone else yoke.’ He thought as
he shook, on his knees in front of a pile of bile, staring at his own
hands.

One
fleshy and pink and the other shiny exposed metal.

The
galaxy wasn’t a fair place, there was always someone out to get an
advantage, to get riches and power. The
galaxy was always hungry for the pain of the innocent, the abused
were always humiliated a step further and someone always made a
credit of the pain.

And
there
were always more willing
to do anything to get those
riches and that power,
including creating such a humongous force to do their dirty work for
them to
clear out planets and innocent lives, to sweep them under the carpet
of ashes and darkness in a hail of weapons and explosions.

To
abuse the clones, to modify them, to pervert nature, to accelerate
their growth and put biochips
in them.

Shining
silver and warm flesh clenched into tight fists as
Obi-Wan stared down at his trembling hands.
‘No,
I won’t let it happen. I promised myself and them, I wouldn’t let
it happen.’ Obi-Wan let out a small growl and wiped his mouth,
staggering to his feet as he went to rinse his mouth.

He
had work to do and that didn’t mean he could stay on his knees
feeling sorry for himself or others.

It
was time to copy the proof and get it in front of the council.
‘Whatever the cost to me, they will never be used in a war. Not on
my watch. I’ll take over Kamino if I have to.’ Obi-Wan thought
grimly as
outside the walls of the facility, thunder cracked and wind whipped
the mighty ocean of Kamino into froth.

Ok in feral child does Obiwan over time grow sharper teeth due to the dark side slowly affecting a person’s appearance during puberty? With obiwan being spoiled by his grandpa Dooku with nice steaks.

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Staring
down at the blond child with big blue eyes, Obi-Wan slowly tilted his
head before turning it to look at the toydarian, who
was still talking sales as if he couldn’t see Obi-Wan’s attention
had moved away,
and then back at the boy.

The
very clever boy.

The
very strong
boy.

He
was full of Force, full of power and he was smart, especially
considering the lack of proper schooling Tatooine had. When his
master had decided that they were going to land on the hutt infested
planet, Obi-Wan had no idea why the Force seemed to quiver in
excitement.

And
while Qui-Gon was busy cooing over a baby sarlac in a sand bucket,
Obi-Wan had been lead away by the quivering Force that seemed to
pulse the further into Mos Espa he went.

Now
he knew why.

It
was because of this child.

This
child he was suppose to find.

The
child with a bruise on his cheek and a missing mother. The child who
had looked up from the scrap pile he was sorting through and stared
at Obi-Wan with eyes that knew
him as a bond seamlessly slid into place between them.

HIS
child.

Without
looking away from young Anakin, Obi-Wan raised his hand and snapped
the toydarian’s neck with a flick of the Force, the thud of his
body hitting the sanded ground doing nothing to draw anyone’s
attention from the outside, Obi-Wan slowly kneeling down as he did to look
Anakin in the eye on even ground.

Without
a word, he offered the blond a hand.

Anakin
stared at the hand, then he looked towards where his former owner
laid in a dead heap, observing the pile of blue toydarian before he
returned to looking at Obi-Wan with those wide blue eyes of his, slowly sliding his small hand into
Obi-Wan’s. “I got explosives in me.” He whispered shyly.

“Don’t
worry, we’ll take care of that,” Obi-Wan promised while drawing
the boy closer, lifting him up to have the six year old on his hip,
his yellow eyes sparkling. “No one is going to chain you ever again
my little space roamer.” Obi-Wan promised tenderly, feeling the shy
pleasure in the bond sparkling through him.

Squeezing
Anakin carefully, wary of any injuries he had suffered, Obi-Wan strode
over to the corpse and glared down at it before reaching out with the
Force, summoning the slaver remote.

Disgusting
thing really, it made the mark on Obi-Wan’s shoulder blade itch and his lips twist.

But
for now it was necessary to deactivate the explosives the boy indeed
carried inside of him.

‘I
will have to have them removed the moment we land in the temple.’
Obi-Wan thought, lips pursed as he tucked the remote away after use.

He
pointedly put it in Anakin’s little pocket, blue eyes growing wide
at the action.

Stroking
his hand over Anakin’s cheek, Obi-Wan quirked his lip as best he
could for a smile, knowing it came out more as a grimace that exposed
his sharp canines. “Your freedom will always be yours my little
monster, therefore the remote is yours until we can have the
explosives removed… no one will ever
chain you again on my watch.” The Sith apprentice promised, his
lips raising in a quiet, feral snarl.

It
should have scared the boy, his snarl scared even his fellow Sith
sometimes Obi-Wan knew.

But
not Anakin.

The
boy instead tucked his hands into Obi-Wan’s tunic as they made
their way out into the sun and away from his place of imprisonment.
“C-Can we also find my mother? Watto sold her but maybe…” He
trailed off, eyes wide and hopeful before squinting as they stepped
into the sun.

“I
will endeavor
to do my best Anakin.” Obi-Wan promised, smiling slightly at the
burgeoning
trust and hope in their bond.

He
didn’t know if he could find Anakin’s mother, slavery was always
a terrible business and offended many Sith because of their mantra of
freedom, but it wasn’t something they bothered to deal with.

But
he would try to find his mother.

Anakin
was his,
just like Qui-Gon’s was his,
and he would give them the galaxy in a neat package if they wanted
it.

Even
if that meant he was going to destroy some slimy slugs in the
process. ‘Not a bad idea, this dust planet might not be much right
now… but with enough resources…’ Obi-Wan let his eyes trail
around as Anakin guided them, babbling about his home and the things
he wanted to bring with him.

And
meanwhile Obi-Wan plotted for the future, feeling Qui-Gon’s
curiosity in their bond turn to him as Obi-Wan’s feral amusement
grew the more he imagined making some slug kabobs.

Moddy! MODDY!!! FLORALSKIN! Do they figure it out?!?! REX AND ANI DO THEY!!?!!

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Heart
in his throat, Rex can’t stop staring at his General and he can
feel
Cody’s gaze on him as he glances between the General and his vod.

But
Rex can’t quite…

They
had just been talking about how the vode seemed to be made for the
Jedi, how many of them seemed to end up with Jedi soulmates but Rex
hadn’t thought…

Even
as General Kenobi continued to carefully fuss in his own way over the
blond, Rex couldn’t remove his eye off the bacta covered injury
over his eye.

Mercifully
the General could still see, Ventress hadn’t managed to get his
eyeball despite giving him a nasty scar and any other injury could be
tended to with some TLC.

Then
Rex eyes dropped to the mech arm covered in the glove.

Of
course…

Of
fucking course.

That
was why his arm was a patchwork of a flower field.

Because
his soulmate’s arm wasn’t scarred, it was karking gone.

Skywalker’s
arm was gone and replaced with a mech arm.

Rex
hadn’t even considered the implication of what an amputation would
do to a soulmate but
apparently he was the answer to that. The soulmate offending limb
became a patchwork of flowers, a field of many flowers in the
amputated area.

His
fingers twitched as Kix finally stepped away from Anakin, finally let
the man breath even as Kenobi remained beside him, letting
him finally see the now bandage covered face of his tired and dirty
looking soulmate.

“I’m
glad you’re safe Anakin…” Obi-Wan whispered, pressing their
foreheads together while giving the others hand a gentle squeeze.

Smiling
tiredly, the Jedi huffed. “Yeah, as if Ventress could get the drop
on me… how have things been here?” He glanced about, pausing a
bit to stare at Rex. “Captain?” He blinked or so Rex assumed, not
being able to see both eyes but he didn’t think the man was
winking.

General
Kenobi seemed to catch on too, looking at Rex in confusion as Cody
elbowed his younger vod.

Slowly,
Rex removed his helmet to show them his new flower, lined perfectly
over the eye.

Anakin’s
eye went wide in return, his hand coming up to hover over his bandage
as Rex gave his helmet to Cody and then removed his glove, showing
both Jedi the patchwork of flowers on his hand that went as far as
Anakin’s amputation.

He
looked gobsmacked, staring at Rex as if he couldn’t believe the
situation.

Rex
heart sunk slowly.

Didn’t…
Anakin want him?

He
barely noticed Kenobi tugging Cody with him out of the room, leaving
Anakin and Rex and he struggled to open his mouth.

“Come…
come here?” Anakin finally got out and Rex automatically moved
until he was in front of Anakin, staring at him worriedly and almost
disappointed.

He
wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he’d get bu-

A
warm hand caught his, fingers gently examining the flowered skin and
Rex held his breath as the Jedi carefully slotted their hands
together to compare before smiling softly, staring at all the little
flowers he could touch, running his fingertips along them.

It
wasn’t like Kenobi and Cody, not with how the Jedi had outright
tackled Cody to the ground to kiss him…

But
it was something, gentle fingers holding onto his hand, the one
exposed eye admiring the flowers exposed by Rex removing the glove
earlier before Anakin looked up, staring at Rex face. Slowly he
reached up and stroked Rex eye that mirrored his, rubbing the tulip
flower carefully.

“You
were right there all along…” Anakin finally whispered, huffing a
laugh. “And I had no idea…” He breathed out, still laughing
faintly as he stroked and rubbed at the flower covered skin with awe
and tenderness.

Eyes
fluttering shut, Rex leaned into the touch, his hands coming to rest
on Anakin’s shoulders.

No,
it wasn’t like other vode when they talked about meeting their
soulmates, it wasn’t Kenobi tackling Cody to the ground…

But
it was his meeting with his
soulmate, gentle, tender fingers offering him the galaxy. “Su
cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta.” Rex
mumbled out, tightening his grip and laughing when Anakin tried to
stutter out the same words in reply.

His
adorable, somewhat dimwitted soulmate, who Rex adored with every
fiber of himself.

Can we get a continuation of Kneeling Imp? I need to see an awkward conversation with Quinlan or Qui-Gon. Or Quinlan hitting on him. Or literally anything.

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The
hand landing on the back of his neck cut Obi-Wan off from his
bickering with Quinlan as they stepped out of the council
tower elevator,
Obi-Wan
feeling like his body went loose and too tight at the same time when
that hand closed down, blunt fingers pressing lightly into his the
side of his neck.

And
by the way Quinlan’s eyes widened then narrowed, he certainly
noticed Obi-Wan’s reaction to the broad hand holding him.

“As
pleasant as having a mission on Coruscant is,
it’s late Knight Vos and I would prefer to
retire to our quarters and have a conversation with my padawan since
we’ve now reported to the council.”
Qui-Gon stated calmly, his expression nothing but serene Obi-Wan
noticed as he glanced at the other from the corner of his eyes, not
moving an inch under the hand on his neck.

It
was a warm and broad hand and was stealing all of Obi-Wan’s
attention and defiance as he only nodded a meek goodbye to Quinlan,
letting his master guide him
away.

They
walked in silence for a few seconds, traversing
through the mostly night empty halls with just a few Jedi that were
either nocturnal or scheduled for missions about as
Obi-Wan was
trying
to gather his scattered mind to talk, not
too worried about anyone really listening in with the halls so empty.
“Are you sure about this master?” Obi-Wan finally questioned.

Letting
out a low rumble that felt like it was vibrating through Obi-Wan’s
body via the hand on his neck, Qui-Gon’s grip tightened a bit.
“Considering what
both Quinlan and I learned at the Glaze Dragon…” He trailed off.

Stomping
on his urge to argue, Obi-Wan let out a meek little mewl of
understanding, flushing when he felt those blunt fingers press into
his neck.

Clearly
he had underestimated his master because that grip was all too
familiar to Obi-Wan and not because of Qui-Gon himself but because
that was how many dominants chose to restrain a submissive without
being too obvious.

It
was a guiding and slightly controlling grip meant to interfere before
someone misbehaved or just remind them of their place.

And
his master had it.

Fuck,
that made Obi-Wan feel weak in the knees and he had clearly
miscalculated because of all the things Obi-Wan had maybe thought his
master might be into, bdsm was not
on the list.

Swaying
slightly as they paused outside their door for Qui-Gon to unlock the
door, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly as he tried to expel the haze that
was trying to settle over his mind.

But
Force, it was like trying to get oil out of water, impossible as it
only seemed to spread further even as Qui-Gon gently pushed Obi-Wan
inside the door first.

Finally
the hand was removed and it left Obi-Wan feeling cold, shivering
slightly as he looked at the other man with wide eyes.

Qui-Gon
raised his brow as he followed in. “Take off your boots Obi-Wan and
hang your robe.” He chided quietly, smiling thinly when the padawan
hurriedly shifted to do as told, Qui-Gon removing his own.

However
before he got to his robe, Obi-Wan was in front of him, reaching up
to help Qui-Gon out of his robe as Obi-Wan had hurried through his
own boots and robe.

Both
paused, the intimacy in sharp contrast as they stood facing each
other.

Reaching
up, Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan’s chin, thoughtfully thumbing the cleft
of his chin before the thumb moved up to stroke Obi-Wan’s bottom
lip, the two staring at each other in anticipation.

Fisting
his hands into Qui-Gon’s robe lapels, Obi-Wan swallowed harshly,
Qui-Gon’s eyes dropping to watch his throat work.

Those
deep blue eyes darkened a bit before Qui-Gon let out a deep sigh.
“We’re going to talk Obi-Wan, whatever else is going to that big
brain of yours, we are first going to speak.” He murmured sternly.

Swallowing
his disappointment, Obi-Wan mutely nodded and forced his hands to
work, to remove the robe and hang it up only for the tension in his
body to go out when Qui-Gon’s hand returned to his nape once more,
guiding Obi-Wan towards the caff table with it’s assortment of
seats.

To
Obi-Wan’s surprise, Qui-Gon lead him over to his comfy armchair,
pausing in front of it before he started to press carefully on
Obi-Wan’s neck.

Taking
the hint, Obi-Wan carefully dropped into a familiar kneeling
position, watching as Qui-Gon settled down in the chair as Obi-Wan
let his rear rest on his heels, looking up at the man sat in his
comfortable leather chair.

Submissive
in position to the other man.

Swallowing
harshly once more, Obi-Wan stared at the man with wide eyes, his
stomach alive with butterflies made of anticipation and anxiety for
what to come… and hope.

All
the hope he had never dared to think about before as this scenario
was one he had thought would never be a part of his master’s
personality.

And
yet here Obi-Wan was, on his knees in front of his master, goosebumps
breaking out on his skin and a shiver along his spine as anticipation
and hope surged through him.

So in Shut Me Down, does Palpatine try to use Ani to get at Obi or has Plo blocked that route?

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Shaking
his head, his hand on his padawan’s shoulder, Plo muttered quietly
in low tone to his padawan as
they made their way through the Rotunda hall.
“It makes me uneasy how fascinated and interested he seems to be
with you Anakin, be wary about him hmm?” The kel dor squeezed the
human’s shoulder fondly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin nodded. “Yeah, you know I wouldn’t have thought
about it if you hadn’t said it but I guess it’s kinda weird how
he keeps wanting to speak with me.” Anakin tucked his thumbs into
his belt, glancing up at his master.

“See,
this is why I did not allow unsupervised visits or meetings,” Plo
chuckled quietly. “You are my padawan and under my guardianship,
allowing you to meet alone with a stranger in their office would be a
fallacy in my care of you when I am not comfortable with the idea.”
The man said quietly, passing by a few senators.

When
the Chancellor had requested a young, very young Anakin Skywalker,
Plo had been beyond alarmed as Mace presented the Chancellor’s
request with the deepest of reluctance on his face. And as servants
of the Republic, they had to bow for the request from the highest
power of the Republic.

However,
that didn’t mean Plo had to let them meet alone, Plo had the time
and the authority to clear his schedule ahead of time to insure that
he would be able to go with Anakin every time and he shuddered to
think what a mission active Jedi would have been able to do in such a
situation.

No,
Plo did not like to think about how a mission active knight would
have fared with a young padawan who was under request from the
Chancellor.

He
ignored the fact that people were listening to their conversation as
the two Jedi made their way to the exit,
having more people aware of it was only a benefit considering what
Palpatine was up to and now more than ever he was sure that the man
was crooked since
Count Dooku had arrived with the grainy recording of the Chancellor.

It
was rather alarming to know that generally, most would have allowed
Anakin to meet with Palpatine unsupervised but Plo had always been…
protective of the young and it itched him the wrong way to allow a
powerful man to have a former slave freed in their office all alone.

He
didn’t want the man to fill Anakin’s head with the wrong kinds of
ideas or take advantage of him when he was a child and now…

Well,
Plo was rather certain he had taken the right choice.

Who
knew the kind of gas lighting the man could have exposed Plo’s
padawan to without the kel dor there to counteract whatever influence
the man might have gained over Anakin.

Plo
knew
that the Chancellor was Force sensitive and clearly also trained, so
he must feel how powerful Anakin was, even a young, untrained age.

Shaking
the depressing thoughts from his head, Plo smiled at Anakin instead
as he sent the teen
his
pride and affection through their bond. “I
heard from Shaak that you were speaking with young Obi-Wan. Have you
been making a friend?” He questioned warmly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin smiled shyly and shrugged. “Well maybe? We’re
both none neuro typical, so we understand each other. Obi-Wan
displaces stuff all the time too just like I do.” He stated
cheerfully as they turned the corner and made their way out the doors
to find their skycar that they had parked earlier.

Letting
out an understanding rumble, Plo nodded. “I see young one, yes
finding common ground is important and you do need more friends
Anakin.” Plo chided gently in amusement.

Flushing,
Anakin tugged his master towards their skycar. “I can’t help it
that I’m always on the move!” He spluttered out, laughing as he
jumped into their car, dislodging Plo’s hand from his shoulder.

Letting
out a deep, rumbling laugh, the palates in his mouth shifting a bit,
Plo slid into the passenger side. “If I didn’t know how energy
you were, I’d try to put you in the meditation corner.” He teased
as he buckled in, letting Anakin drive.

“No
you wouldn’t,” The padawan shot back with an answering laugh. “We both
know moving meditation works best for me.” Anakin responded
teasingly before starting up the skycar with a happy hum.

Reaching
out, ruffling the short spikes, Plo relaxed into his seat as Anakin
took them out into the traffic. “Indeed young one, indeed. Let’s
get home now, maybe we can invite Count Dooku and young Obi-Wan for
dinner.” He hummed contemplatively while Anakin let out a happy
cheer under his breath.

Oblivious
and rather content to be going home, both were unaware of the
glowering presence watching them from the height of the Rotunda, the
darkness wondering how people kept interfering with his plans when he
was so close to succeeding
in the intermediate section of his plot.

So
close to initiating the next phase.

Yes
flickering between yellow and pale gray focused on the temple of the
Jedi and the targets living inside it, a sneer gracing the face of
the hidden Sith.

No
matter.

He
would still get what he wanted even if that damn alien was in the way
of him getting to the most powerful Force user yet to be born in the
galaxy.

Hi Moddy, In Hoarder will we find out how Obi handles a blaster? … and that wasn’t meant to sound like it did, but if your mind is as dirty as mine seems to be … I’m sure Codu wouldn’t mind :D

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Huffing
slightly as he lowered his blaster, Obi-Wan smiled to himself before
laughing when he got stunned applause from the rest of the peanut
gallery. “Why thank you all.” He teased saucily as he turned a
bit, grinning at men.

“Damn
General, I had no idea you could handle a blaster that well,” Boil
leaned on the table of the blaster lane. “When you came down to the
blaster range I was curious if you were just here to watch, but stang
General.” He grinned happily, rubbing at his own swollen stomach.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan put his blaster away in the inside tunic pocket he
had sewn specially for it in case someone took away his robe. “I
may find blasters uncivilized because it makes it too easy for people
to kill and threaten and hurt, but I do still know my way around them
for an emergency situation… and to be fair,” He gestured to his
swollen belly, which he grumpily noticed was bigger than Boil despite
the other being a month further along than him at six months. “I’m
not in a condition to wield a lightsaber properly at the moment and
duel.” Obi-Wan said wryly.

“And
I would prefer it if you didn’t cyare.” Cody said as he entered
with Qui-Gon following on his heel, the old Jedi’s eyes sparkling
with worry before relaxing when he noted that Obi-Wan was fine.

Obi-Wan
would have to thank Helix honestly, the medic had taken both Qui-Gon
and Anakin aside and explained to them that their overly fussy ways
of protecting the pregnant Jedi was causing more stress than lowering
it.

And
that was the last thing either he or Boil needed, though the troopers
were doing better in regards to that.

Pouting
a bit, Obi-Wan waddled over to Cody. “Oh come on, you know that I
wouldn’t. The healers have already warned me how much stress that
would put on my body. Only slow shii-cho katas for me.” He wrapped
his arms around the others neck, leaning into Cody’s armored body.

Cody
returned the affection, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face
before rubbing their noses together with a small smile. “And thank
little gods blood for that, because you cause me stress enough as
is.” He murmured quietly and then stole a chaste kiss.

Snorting
softly, Obi-Wan looked to Qui-Gon, raising his brow at the man’s
amused and pleased look.

Shrugging
faintly, Qui-Gon settled his thumbs into his belt. “Just pleased to
see you so happy, it’s been a long time and you’ve always been so
serious my padawan.” He rumbled out, chuckling when Obi-Wan flushed
and hid in Cody’s neck despite his stomach getting in the way of
getting as close as he wanted to the man. “Aaaanyhow,” He decided
not to tease and changed the subject instead. “We’ll be reaching
Alderaan in about six or seven hours, Queen Breha has been in contact
already and she is is looking forward to our arrival and has lodgings
already prepared for us all.” Qui-Gon informed Obi-Wan.

It
was something they had all come to know was very important with
Obi-Wan, to make him not feel left out of the war effort and as a
burden, Obi-Wan was kept informed of everything going on to help
prepare battle plans if possible.

Or
just to keep him informed honestly.

It
made him relax and that was something both healers and medics agreed
was very
good.

“Well,
six hours…” Obi-Wan lifted his face from Cody’s neck to rub his
chin. “Maybe I can go take a nap then before we reach our
destination…” He mused quietly to himself, ignoring how Cody and
Qui-Gon exchanged thrilled looks.

He
was very aware he didn’t nap a lot or rest quite enough for his
body, but he just wasn’t capable of resting like everyone else.
Napping just because was a terribly hard thing for him to manage and
that was frankly why he meditated as much as he did because that
he could do.

But
maybe…

Well,
with his pregnancy and hormone riddled body there was a chance he
could. “If you’ll come with me that is Cody.” Obi-Wan slid his
hand into the commander’s with a soft smile, leaning into his
lover’s body.

A
soft smile was reflected back to him, Cody nodding. “Of course
sweetheart, we
got a good few hours left and General Jinn is more than enough to
keep order.” He chuckled softly, sliding his arm around Obi-Wan’s
now rather broad waist.

Even
more amused now, Qui-Gon gave a little finger salute. “Sure kiddos,
you two enjoy your nap.” Qui-Gon hummed in clear amusement, making
his way over to Boil to inquire about his state as Obi-Wan waddled
alongside Cody’s side to
the elevator.

“You
are going to sleep, right?” Cody murmured quietly, rubbing at
Obi-Wan’s hip with his thumb. “I mean you’re not going to just
lay there and grumble to yourself?” He frowned down at his Jedi.

Honestly
it was a fair question, that was what Obi-Wan had done that. “I’m
going to try
at least, might help if you rub my back a bit or massage my scalp but
just having you there would be good honestly.” Obi-Wan confessed
with a small smile.

Pressing
a kiss to the Jedi’s temple, Cody let out a soft hum. “Of course
my little baby hoarder.” He teased, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan
flushed and leaned more into him.

The
travel had been wonderfully peaceful and nice, they could only hope
that Alderaan would be the same.

After
all, it was Alderaan!

What
could possibly happen there of all planets.