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#GuildofExile It’s a race between Palpacreep and the Council to get to Obi-Wan first…..Who wins?

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Staring
at all the CIS ships above
them,
Anakin felt the saliva in his mouth go dry.

There
were so many, how could so many ships had gotten here in such a short
amount of time and why.

Normally
they didn’t focus on a single spot so brutally and… was Obi-Wan
the reason?

Had
a report gone out already to the CIS about what the other could do?

As
far as Anakin could see, there were eight dreadnoughts classed ships
above them, four rather large battle cruisers, several missile
fighters and even as Anakin observed, another two dreadnoughts joined
the barricade that was going to bear down on them.

They
weren’t leaving here alive, there
were just too many ships and too many droids on those ships and…
these were odds even Anakin could not win against with
all his Force and luck on his side as the troopers and the Guild
members stared up with grim faces.

A
hand grasped his elbow,
starling Anakin.
“Anakin, lend me your strength.”
A urgent voice whispered and he looked down, away from the sky
to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes as the redhead stared at him.

“Wha-”

Obi-Wan
cut in. “Lend me your strength you idiot and we may still survive.”
The man hissed, his the
pupils of the man’s eyes blown wide with emotions Anakin couldn’t
even begin to recognize in his own tumultuous state.

Blinking,
Anakin turned to him then offered up both his palms despite one being
a mech hand.

Quickly
Obi-Wan took it and Anakin was gone, gone
into Obi-Wan and his strength.

Suddenly
he could feel
everything,
could
feel Obi-Wan, could feel Qui-Gon,
every clone, every Jedi, everything living
in
the entire galaxy as he understood that this
was the cosmic Force he had asked Obi-Wan to teach him about.

He
could feel Padme all the way to Coruscant, her
slight annoyance and even more a smug sort of satisfaction as if she
managed to get a bill through or a victory at least.

But
most important… he could feel Obi-Wan as he sunk willingly
into
the other man’s Force ability and as he did, he felt anger because
Obi-Wan was his.
He could see it at that moment, the glimpses of another world,
another life.

One
where Obi-Wan had not been sent away, where he had temporarily
belonged to Qui-Gon, been trained to be a Jedi knight until Anakin
came along. Then the redhead was his,
was Anakin’s master, his guiding light.

‘You
are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you.’
The
whisper was soft and quickly followed by another. ‘There
are no other Jedi I’d want at my side, Anakin.’

Jedi,
Obi-Wan was suppose to be his
but the Jedi hadn’t kept him as they should have and so Anakin was
only now seeing clear.

His
Obi-Wan.

As
he came back to the quiet awe of everyone around him as the CIS ships
sparked and
crashed into each other up in the sky
to find Obi-Wan’s eyes still as liquid, green
fire, he wondered how the hell he was suppose to explain this to
Padme.

He
had once told her that he wasn’t a good Jedi, that he wanted more
and in this moment… he wanted Obi-Wan.

The
other was his and as Obi-Wan finally returned to himself, Anakin
freed his hands from the others only to reach up to the dazed
captain’s face to cup it and duck down, pulling Obi-Wan into a deep
kiss.

He
received a surprise noise, a dazed Obi-Wan uncertainly flailing
before suddenly responding, his hands coming up into Anakin’s hair
to pull him in, cupping the back of the Jedi’s head as he pressed
in closer with his lower armored self contrasting wonderfully against
the warmth of his upper, armorless body.

‘Mine,
just mine, only mine. I won’t let you go, I can’t let you go.
Mine, Mine. MINE!’ Anakin reached out into the Force and dragged
the other to him, tying Obi-Wan to him through the Force, entwining
their signatures.

And
Obi-Wan put up no protest, no shields.

On
the contrary, he opened up to
Anakin
like a flower before
the sun and let Anakin consume him with his power as the bond bloomed
for both of them with the Jedi knight tying them irreversibly
together with his brute power in the Force.

Finally
pulling back, to wolf whistles and catcalls, Anakin panted as he
stared down at the sweaty and dark eyed guild captain, who licked his
lips and looked up at Anakin with swelling lips. “…I believe you
have some explaining to do Anakin Skywalker.” He whispered, heat
trapped in his voice.

“Uhu,
will, gonna, not now, need you now.” Anapkin whispered in return,
leaning his forehead against Obi-Wan’s to catch the man’s breath
still, to feel his warmth and remain close as the fresh bond deepened
between them the longer they held it open on both side.

The
flow of the Force, of their signatures entwining was intoxicating
and Anakin would always want more of this, more of Obi-Wan.

He
almost wanted to be corny, to ask where the other had been all his
life but he knew that. And now he had Obi-Wan.

‘I’m
going to devour you…’ He realized with some trepidation
and yet excitement. ‘And you might just devour me in return.’
Anakin realized as those sparks of lights could still be seen in the
others darkened eyes.

#guildofexile: Obi and Ani talk.

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Rubbing
his lips as he watched the other with captivation,
Anakin couldn’t stop wondering how the hell he was going to break
to his wife that he couldn’t…

‘He’s
mine. I can’t have both, Padme wouldn’t agree with that, she’s
only sharing me with the Jedi because she thinks I’ll walk away
eventually…’ He swallowed heavily as
he pondered over those thoughts.

It
was a delusion of course, shared
by both.

Both
of them pretending that they could have each other and that it would
work out but loosing each other into the others body was enough to
overshadow everything. Those brief flashing moments of pleasure and
obsession with each other.

A
strain of ‘after the war, after the war we will be just us.’ that
both tried to delude the other with. They both knew that Anakin
wouldn’t walk away from the Jedi… and Padme would not walk away
from her Senator post as long as she was elected.

She
would always fight for her people, for freedom and for peace and he
admired that about his angel so much, her dedication but Anakin…
Anakin needed more.

‘I
make a poor Jedi really.’ He thought ruefully to himself, curls
swaying about his face as a soft breeze fluttered in with the scent
of ozone, Obi-Wan’s powers still lingering in
the air outside where the battlefield had been.

Now
it was their campsite, temporarily until the council or Senate either
recalled them or sent them somewhere else though Anakin wasn’t sure
how much they could really order the Guild around.

Finally
Obi-Wan stepped away from Lace, suited in a medbay with a grumpy look
on her face, and the medic who was looking out for her now, making
his way over to a waiting Anakin.

He
raised a brow at him as he stopped in front of the Jedi, looking him
up and down which had Anakin straightening, before sighing and
rolling his eyes. “Come along then Skywalker, we can head over to
my tent.”

Nodding,
Anakin fell silently into step with the other man, giving Rex a
little wave when they came out.

The
captain saluted back with two fingers, a teasing grin on his face
that had Anakin snorting. He really liked the troopers, they were fun
people, especially when they were out of view of anyone who would
call them on ‘disrespect’ like Rex just had.

Bunch
of poodoo if you asked Anakin, it was just normal human behavior, you
couldn’t adhere to rules and rank all the time, it would only lead
to a breakdown some place.

Settling
down on the crate in Obi-Wan’s tent as a makeshift tent, Anakin
watched as the other started to unsnap himself from his armor and
tried not to drool, the braid swinging freely behind him as Obi-Wan
placed each piece on the rickety bunk. “So, ask your questions.”
Obi-Wan stated, settling his pauldron down beside the vambraces.

“What
did you do?”
Anakin swallowed, hoping he didn’t sound as squeaky as he felt. “I
could feel you vibrate inside of me, as if you were pulling me out.”
He nervously tapped his fingers on his knee.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at the other before huffing in surprise. “I see…
that’s…” He licked his lips before undoing his chestplate. “I
tapped into the cosmic Force, I’ve been traveling a very long time
through the galaxy and I’ve had a long time to convince people from
different sides of the Force to teach me.” Obi-Wan stated slowly
and carefully.

Frowning
slowly, Anakin wondered at the others reaction even as he nodded. “So
you… just pulled on the threads of the galaxy basically?” The
knight tested out.

“That’s
one way to say it.” Obi-Wan hummed before sitting down, still in
his lower half of the armor as he stared at Anakin. “I’m more
interested in the fact that you felt me do it, normally most can’t tell what I’m up to, just that I’m in contact with the Force.” Obi-Wan settled his
hands on his knees.

Tapping
his fingers faster, Anakin nibbled on his lips, wondering if he
should mention to Obi-Wan what he had faintly heard whispers of and what he had felt, that Obi-Wan was his
but decided against it as he figured the other wouldn’t respond
well to that right now. “I mean yeah, the moment you tapped into
it, the moment you… lit up, I felt you.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“You’re
the Chosen one.” Obi-Wan sighed suddenly.

Going
ramrod straight, Anakin swallowed heavily. “What?”

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “You think the
Jedi are the only one who has heard the prophecy of the chosen one?”
He questioned wryly before shaking his head. “Only someone deeply
entwined into the Force, a child of
the Force would feel someone tapping into the dept of it like I did.”
The explanation made sense but it also chilled Anakin to the bone.

He
had always been uncertain about the whole chosen one titled, that had
been Qui-Gon’s claim, not his.

But
here was Obi-Wan, someone outside the Jedi Order but also deeply
Force sensitive and trained, who backed the claim.

“…Would
you teach me how you did all that? Tapping into the cosmic Force?”
He whispered, in a lack of another thing to say.

He
got a slow blink in reply before Obi-Wan hummed and nodded, playing
with the end of his braid in a way that made Anakin itch to grab it
and play with too. “For a child of the Force? Sure, when we both
have time but that would contain a lot of meditation.” He smirked
at Anakin’s grimace of disgust.

Opening
his mouth to reply, Anakin was cut off as Rex suddenly tore into the
tent. “General there is an incoming Seppie fleet! We’re
surrounded!” He cried out, face pale before jamming his helmet on.

Jumping
to their feet, Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged shocked expression.

Another
attack!

A
fleet just for them!?

“Kaaark.”
Anakin hissed.

I’m loving the feral Sith au already, so how does Obiwan kill Xanatos? Does Obiwan poison or sedate him? Or does Obiwan just straight up behead him? Also does Quigon catch onto Obiwan’s little murder plans? Because all I can imagine is Quigon leaving little hints for Obiwan to kill Xanatos?

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It’s not the first time a Sith has been murdered in the sanctum of the temple, not with all the jockeying and vying for position that everyone in the Order does as they scramble for the top and murder is on the list of things that happen along with blackmail, bribery and the trade of secrets.

But that does not mean it’s any less of a hassle when it happens.

When a Sith Knight is found murdered in one of the lesser traveled halls, everyone looks at each other with suspicion, everyone wonders.

No one gets arrested and the days goes on and the rumors surfaces that there is no evidence to find.

The hall was scrubbed clean, the surveillance was dismantled and the kill was done simply with a training lightsaber left abandoned in the hall to be found with the body.

The only thing missing is a ring.

Du Crion’s ring has been taken and that is what makes a little pointer for everyone.

Someone is making a point, someone wants something and everyone watches Jinn.

Because while Du Crion was a well to do Sith, he was not in a position of power, not something great…

But he was someones legacy.

But that’s ludacris, it would imply that it’s an Initiate who has brutally planned, murdered and gotten away with taking out a Sith Knight.

Maybe a less than satisfied apprentice who wants another master?

Meanwhile Obi-Wan drains his bowl of soup and places the now empty bowl down to wipe his mouth carefully with a napkin, mentally going through his cheek list as Bant continues to hiss at him to go accept the offer from the Inquisitors.

A week since the murder?

Check. Consequences for the murder would be minimal, especially should Jinn accept him, which Obi-Wan has no problem thinking will happen as Jinn seemed more amused and impressed than upset. Just as Obi-Wan had hinged his bet on which means the man will shield him from any kind of trial the master’s will want.

Ring in his pocket?

Check. Leaving it anywhere was a risk and he would need evidence that it was indeed him who took out Du Crion to prestent to Jinn.

His stuff all packed together to be easy to transport.

Check, he did that before he left his bunk today.

Looking impeccable and proper?

Check, Obi-Wan had gone out of his way to ensure he looked like a dream in the eyes of any master, his tunic pressed, his boots polished and his hair tied back carefully after being washed.

“Bant,” He cut into his friend whispered rant, the mon calamari shutting up at his smug tone. “You shouldn’t worry so much, I promise you that I’m not going anywhere from this temple.” The human smirked before standing, straightening his tunic.

Then he made his way through lines of temple, through the apprentice section, through the knight sections and towards the masters.

A beeline right for Jinn.

He felt more than he heard the noises dimming in the hall as people took notice of him passing by.

It wasn’t unusual for ranks to sit with each other but for an initiate to go to the master’s as Obi-Wan was now with definite purpose… well that got attention.

He stopped in front of Jinn’s table and waited until toxic amber focused on him before reaching into his belt pouch. Obi-Wan flipped the ring in his hand before throwing it onto the table in front of the Sith master, excitement and some fear boiling in his stomach.

Jinn glanced down at the ring and then back at Obi-Wan, his expression of blankness not changing.

“I got rid of your mistake,” Obi-Wan stated boldly, tilting his chin up. “Will you now consider taking me on?” He raised a brow. He heard whispers around him, everyone realizing the implication of his words.

But Obi-Wan’s focus was on Jinn and Jinn alone.

The one who would decide his fate.

Amused brows rose as Qui-Gon picked up the ring, twirling it between his fingers. “Is it bravery or arrogance for a hatchling like you to approach me in such a manner,” He hummed thoughtfully, staring at the ring before smirking and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Very well Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Obi-Wan felt a jolt through his systems because Jinn knew who he was! “Kneel and swear yourself to me.”

With no hesitation on his part, Obi-Wan dropped down on a knee, a smirk curling the left side of his lips to expose canines. “I swear, master Jinn.” He stated clearly, feeling the burn of the master’s mark appear on his shoulder, Obi-Wan not betraying his own pain with the brand being seared into his skin with the dark Force of the other Sith as he meet those smug, amber and blood colored eyes of his new master.

GuildOfExile… IS HE THE CHOSEN ONE TELL ME HE’S THE CHOSEN ONE I LOVE CHOSENONEOBI!!!! Also it would be a great snub towards Jinn and the jedi as a whole that they failed him so. Plus its been a while since we’ve heard from Jinn- what’s he up to?

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Tightening his grip on the arms of his chair, Sidious leaned forward to watch the holo display as the footage looped, eyes wide and a sick grin crossing his face as he watched the utter destruction the other wrecked around himself as he merely continued walking forward.

As if he was not in the middle of a war.

As if he had just not moment before brought someone back from the dead, who by all accounts should no longer be among the living but was apparently in utter good health now according to what Sidious could get his hands on of information.

Oh when the Senate had pulled up the proposal to hire in the Guild he had no idea what he was getting, the guild always protected itself and their leader so well but look at this little gem.

It was almost hard to decide which one he wanted as an apprentice at this point but he had more control over Skywalker.

But Kenobi…

Oh yes Kenobi was not to go free into the galaxy without falling into line once the final curtain call came for the Jedi, that power, that display of strength… yes Sidious was not about to let it go and slowly he looked to the waiting Dooku as the man watched equally quiet, his face slightly bored and contemptuous.

But he could see the Count’s slightly too wide eyes.

He had not expected this either and Sidious couldn’t help the desire to taunt. “You know, this is the boy your former padawan once rejected, he was once a Jedi padawan but Jinn was the last one to see him and said no to him.” He threw out casually.

Dooku twitched, his hand turning into a fist before relaxing a moment later as he breathed out. “Is there to be a change of order for him?” The man drawled.

Clever man, it was a pity he was only a tool to an end. Sidious turned his head back to the display, pausing it to look at those glowing pools of light that was Kenobi’s eyes. “…Send every available ship towards them, send Grievous if you must but bring Kenobi in and bring him alive. I have… plans for him.” Sidious licked his lips in anticipation.

Oh yes, he had plans.

“As you wish my lord.” Came the soft murmur before Dooku’s holo flickered and went out.

Reaching out, Sidious ran a finger along the holo’s cheek. “I have plans for you, my dear captain. Be assured of that you unexpected treasure.” He chortled to himself, flickering yellow.

()()()()

Rubbing his face wearily, Qui-Gon sat back heavily as the display of Kenobi was paused on the moment his hand sunk into the troopers chest.

It should be impossible and yet here they were, seeing it with their own eyes.

When Anakin had reported in to the council, Qui-Gon hadn’t been sure what to believe. He figured that Anakin must have been mistaken.

Maybe the battle dim had confused him and it wouldn’t be the first time someone had been confused by battle dim but then the footage had been uploaded and sent and looking at it Qui-Gon had to agree.

Young Lace had been dead and Kenobi had brought her back.

The council argued around him, some wanting Kenobi back to see if he’d be willing to teach in the temple because such power could be deeply helpful and others just wanted explanation while others again were pointing out that Kenobi was a former Jedi, not a current one.

He had no need to answer a summon to the temple or to do anything the Jedi wanted.

Meanwhile Qui-Gon just wondered at lost chances and if he had been wrong.

Was Anakin maybe… not the chosen one?

It was hard to argue against what he had currently seen but at the same time it was also hard to deny Anakin’s power.

‘But power does not a chosen one make, does it? Fate does and Kenobi does have power and ability to wield it compared to your ‘precious’ padawan, who thinks we don’t know he’s running of to Senator Amidala and only displays his power in brute force Force applications, which impressive as it might be, is nothing compared to what the captain of the guild of Exile can do… maybe you fucked everything up even earlier than you thought huh.’ The demons in his mind whispered and Qui-Gon wished he had Micah and Tahl to talk sense into him.

He wanted a drink.

GuildOfExiles. I wonder what Anakin is going to find when he goes slicing through the temple records (since you know he will).

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When Anakin had hacked his way through the terminals in the temple, finding information, he had pitied Kenobi.

There was just something incredibly sad about everything he found. The bullied boy who was cast aside only to decide not to walk the path in front of him, instead slipping out into the galaxy where anything could have happened to him.

Only to rise, rise further than anyone could expect as he gathered skills and crew and made his name known through the galaxy, made an infamy as he stood shoulder to shoulder with his crew.

He could have been a great Jedi, of that Anakin was sure and there was just something mournful about him not being one.

And yet, as he stood guard over the man as he tended to his injured second in hand, Anakin couldn’t help but feel as if the galaxy was suddenly holding it’s breath in anticipation.

No… not the galaxy…

The Force.

That was why Anakin was so on edge.

Something was going to happen, he knew it even as he blocked blast after blast to keep it from touching the Exile crew as they gathered around Captain Obi-Wan and Lace, the 501st running the gauntlet of the formation they had prepared with Anakin doing his best.

He glanced down once and wished he hadn’t.

Propped up against Obi-Wan’s body with one arm under her, Lace looked dead, her caramel tanned skin the paleness of death already with her mouth open and her eyes narrow slit as she struggled too cling to life. Hoodie roared in anger, holding onto his captain’s helmet and Anakin felt pity for how angry and scared they all got.

He knew how those emotions felt, how they swallowed you up and he wouldn’t wish them on anyone, especially not a group like this.

Tightly knit.

A family.

That was why they were so protective of each other.

“Open the pathways of the galaxy.” Obi-Wan murmured suddenly, raising his free hand in a cupping motion and suddenly Anakin couldn’t breath.

It felt like his entire being was being sucked into Kenobi, like everything was going quiet, was shutting up and going into standby motion as green fire filled the man’s hand. He reached towards the purple and black plated chest with the hand and pressed through the plastoid and fabric as if it was nothing and Anakin could see the muscles along the arm twitch ever so slightly.

‘He’s… squeezing her heart?’ Anakin struggled to breath, tried to keep an eye on everything but it was like moving through molasses.

“Come on Lace,” Obi-Wan murmured, his tone fond but far away. “This is not your time and not your battlefield. Come back now, your allit needs you.” He whispered and as if hearing him, Lace neck arched her head, a gasping trembling between her lips.

Slowly Kenobi’s hand withdrew, still glowing green with fire and Force as Hoodie roared in relief and Lerono knelt down beside his crew mate to look her over.

For one long moment Obi-Wan just breathed, watching on before handing his injured crew member over to the medic and standing.

And when he looked up, his eyes were liquid green fire, the glow unnatural and yet Anakin was drawn, the singing in Kenobi’s veins too much for him to ignore as he unconsciously floated closer to the man.

He was an enigma, so self contained and yet so much larger than life and now he was life, bringing back one Anakin was sure was dead.

And when the man stood and handed his injured family member to their medic, the Force changed again, now it was too fast as Kenobi moved forward, not charging, just stepping forward as if it was a stroll in the park.

Lighting, green and hitting the ground with the impact or a miniature bomb with each of his steps, Kenobi moved forward straddling the very balance of the galaxy and Anakin felt like breath was being stolen from his lungs instead of just being blocked.

‘What is he?’ Anakin wheezed a bit as Kenobi almost casually demolished the droids with rows upon rows of green lighting, the light passing the troopers harmlessly by but utterly annihilating anything else in it’s pathway.

It was almost absurd to notice when the braid fell out of the bun it had been contained it, the long braid almost sweeping the now dust dry ground but still Anakin noticed the swaying length.

The tanks of the CIS, the droids, their weapons… nothing was spared for the green lighting as Obi-Wan lit up in green, purple and black, the edges of his body seemingly turning white before he turned around and glanced at them and Anakin couldn’t tell where or who the man was looking at.

His eyes were solid pools of light.

‘What is he?’ Anakin reiterated to himself, trembling faintly.

I absolutely adore #distantpain like you wouldn’t believe, it’s one of my favorites of yours! Can we get some insight into Zuru and how absolutely terrifying it must be to be the sole link to humanity for a walking-talking psychic nuclear bomb? Which is why he wants his vode to adopt his Jedi because he knows Obi is a raging star that would rather burn out and die than Fall.

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Watching his for once nicely dressed and respectable looking Jedi make casual talk with the monarch, Zuru lightly rolled the water smoothed rock he had found on the table with his fingers, eyes never leaving the fake smile and cold eyes that the Empress didn’t manage to pick up on.

Oh honestly if you didn’t know Obi-Wan, he could pull the wool over your eyes as easily as he could breath.

But that was a fake smile and that was Obi-Wan’s patterned ‘I’m making nice for peace sake with you but I still despise your guts as a politician…you asshole.’ expression and Zuru knew it quite well because when they hadn’t been under ops or doing information digs, they had been negotiating with various rulers and senators to try and get some semblance of peace in this mad war.

When the monarch had arrived, everyone had gotten a shock except for Obi-Wan, who had come out of his tent looking every inch the Jedi he should be.

Polished boots, mohawk pulled back, tabards and tunic pressed smooth with his robes over and no sign of armor or even weapon despite Zuru knowing the man went no where without at least three weapons hidden on him.

Even the lightsaber and Cotton had been left behind as he greeted the arrived group with a deep bow and a smile so fake it had everyone who knew him holding their breath in shock since they had seen Obi-Wan’s wide, teethed predatory smile.

And then everyone, including a shell shocked looking Jinn and uncertain looking Skywalker, had been left in the dust as Obi-Wan charmed both the Empress and her contingent with his flowery words and his charming disposition without every betraying that any of it was fake as no curse word left his lips with a high Coruscantian accent keeping it all so refined sounding.

Zuru was honestly just grateful the two other Jedi decided to let Obi-Wan deal with this as he knew the two were fully able to accidentally sabotage Obi-Wan’s efforts for co-operation from the planets ruling faction.

Letting out a small humming sound as he felt Captain Rex and Commander Cody sliding into position on each side of him, he paused in his stone rolling action.

“What the kark are we looking at Zuru?” Rex hissed quietly, letting Cotton scamper into his lap as the dragon wanted to be petted.

“My General doing his nice Jedi routine.” Zuru shrugged, watching the breeze ruffle Obi-Wan’s loose robes and fluffy hair.

Glancing to his side he found Cody rubbing his face, the commander watching Obi-Wan closely. “…How do you do it?” He mumbled.

Cocking his head with a confused noise, Zuru waited for his older vod to explain the question.

Gesturing lightly in Obi-Wan’s direction as the man gave a laugh at something the empress had said with his head, Cody did indeed explain. “How do you handle knowing you’re one of his sole links to the galaxy? To his own karking sanity?”

Pausing at that, the pilot glanced back at Obi-Wan, watching the fake smile and fake act all in order to achieve peace, Zuru finally shrugged as Rex scratched Cotton’s belly. “Because I know that if I don’t, he’s going to self detonate somewhere in the galaxy because a person can only carry so much on their shoulders and in their mind.” He sighed tiredly.

Glancing at Zuru, Rex paused in his belly rub though he continued it when Cotton chirped in demand for more. “You’re only one vod though, you can’t carry all of him either.” He pointed out quietly.

Snorting deeply though quietly so not to disturb the negotiation happening, Zuru shrugged. “It’s not like there were any other than me and I was the only one outside of Cotton that Obi-Wan let in,” He paused before letting out a breath. “But he’s letting in the 501st and the 212th, so maybe finally I can have some help. I’m so worried that one day I’ll drop him off on a battlefield and he’ll just… explode.” Zuru quietly admitted.

At that the commander quickly slapped him on the back and held his hand on Zuru’s shoulder, squeezing it. “You got our support, I promise you that as long as the General don’t hold out on us and tries to keep away from us.” He murmured seriously, the cantina story clearly fresh in mind as Obi-Wan gave another one of those fake laughs.

To be fair, Zuru thought that if he had actually told the cantina story he might have wone the alcohol too but right now he was just so relieved to know that the vode were seriously adopting Obi-Wan into their fold.

A Jedi and a vode.

So Sidious tries to lure Anakin in again and make him bring Obi to him to drain the Force out of the demi-god in The Light In Us.

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Moths
are drawn to light in a way that makes you wonder if they became lost
from the moon one time and are still trying to get back to her gentle
embrace. Especially as moths seem to lose their self preservation
skill as a fire blares and aims for the beautiful light that
overwhelms and kills them in the most gruesome of ways.

In
this moment, Obi-Wan is the fire as he casually sips his tea and
pretends not to see the covetous and desirous eyes of Palpatine
linger on him and every twitch of Obi-Wan’s soft wings.

It
has gotten to the point where even Anakin can’t be obtuse and is
visibly uncomfortable with the way the Chancellor, his old friend, is
watching Obi-Wan.

And
that was what Obi-Wan had been counting on.

He
had known that Palpatine had gathered an extensive collection even
before the clone wars of Force objects and even people that was ‘his’
now and Obi-Wan would be one hell of a win for him, this rare,
clearly Force influenced creature of glowing wings.

Clearly
human and yet… clearly something more.

Not
that Obi-Wan was trying to hide, was outright practically flashing
his Force aura at Palpatine in an attention gathering move to make
sure he saw that Obi-Wan was more than just another Jedi in the
temple.

And
so Anakin lost his impression of Palpatine as just a grandfatherly
man that could be trusted. Obi-Wan could almost see the others
thoughts.

How
slavers would look at prized slaves or new meat as Palpatine was
currently looking at Obi-Wan and Anakin’s dominant saber hand was
twitching as
he suppressed his urge to grab it and do something they would all
regret because attacking the Chancellor unprovoked for a ‘look’
would not be a defense in court that be usable.

‘It
may be time for us to go soon, Anakin is clearly struggling not to
say something that could trigger a bad time for us all.’ Obi-Wan
mused before smiling warmly at the disgusting old Sith in front of
him. “This has been rather pleasant Chancellor and I thank you for
the tea but me and Anakin should rather return to the temple, it is
getting late.” He offered in a soft tone, settling the cup down on
the desk and standing.

Relieved,
Anakin stood too only for his face to turn to stone at the
Chancellor’s next words. “Ah are you sure master Kenobi? I’d be
more than willing to have a meal brought in, I’ve quite enjoyed our
conversation.” The old goat practically purred.

Bowing
slightly to the man, Obi-Wan hummed. “A gracious
offer but I’ll have to decline I’m
sorry to say, it’s quite late and I’m rather tired.
Come along Anakin, our own beds await us.” Obi-Wan said with cheer,
as if he couldn’t see how Anakin was turning red with a muted rage
he was trying to control.

Saying
nothing, Anakin turned on his heel and stalked after Obi-Wan, closing
in on him quickly and grabbing his arm, tucking it into his elbow as
he loomed at Obi-Wan’s side with
a glare at anyone that even looked like they’d approach.

‘Not
unlike a falcon hatchling puffing itself up to seem more
threatening.’ Obi-Wan mused happily, knowing the wedge he had put
between Anakin and Palpatine would make it difficult for the Sith to
make Anakin listen to him.

He
was practically marched out of the Rotunda, Anakin a muted cloud of
protective displeasure at his side that only relaxed once they
stepped outside with the blond breathing out with a deep frown on his
face.

Patting
the other on his back, Obi-Wan smiled up at him once he had the
others attention. “I’m sorry we ignored you Anakin, I promise
that won’t happen again.” He said, playing deliberately obtuse to
the others emotions.

Blue
eyes widened in surprise before narrowing slightly, Anakin throwing
his arm up around Obi-Wan’s shoulders in a faux relaxed move.
“Yeah, that would
be great. Felt a bit like a third wheel in there but maybe we
shouldn’t linger in the Rotunda anyhow, Chancellor’s a busy man
and all.” He said, an obvious fake cheer in his voice as he guided
Obi-Wan towards the skycar they had parked earlier.

This
was quite the turn from his excitement earlier when the Chancellor
had requested both and Obi-Wan only hummed in answer. “Ah well if
the Chancellor summons us, we as Jedi have to answer.” He stated
lightly, ignoring Anakin’s tense shoulders.

And
so the wedge was driven even deeper with simple words.

()()()

Stepping
around his desk, Sidious knelt down and slowly picked up a glowing,
shiny feather left behind by Kenobi. Carefully he twisted it in his
hand before channeling the Force through it in
what he thought was a stroke of genius.

However
much to his eternal shock as his
eyes widened
as
the feather turned black and then burst into fire in his hand.

Quickly
the man dropped it, a snarl crossing his face as
he wiped the soot away on his robe, knowing the dark color would hide
the
soot as he glared down at the ash on his carpet while wondering what
the hell just happened.

Well
that was a waste of a perfectly good item for Sith magics to
subdue the feathered Jedi he wanted to rip the wings off.

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Rubbing
his face, Mace stared at the floor between his feet, taking in the
little insect crawling by.

The
rooms were still being readied and cleaned up in the temple of Eedit
so they had to take the best available room with privacy.

Most
of them were sitting on crates someone had been kind enough to find
though Yoda had gotten the single chair for his old bones sake.

At
the start there had been yelling but it had tapered off into a
hopeless sense of despair that they were all struggling not to give
into. The knowledge that the troopers had chips in their head and
that the Jedi had no idea…

It
was worrying.

It
had already been a hard pill to swallow that they became war
general’s to what was basically systematic slavery but this on top?

No
that was impossible to swallow, to know that the troopers free will
could be taken from them at any moment.

Finally
Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh and dropped his face into his hands.
“When we let the troopers remove us from Coruscant, I did not
expect this.” He stated in what was frankly a hopeless tone that
had Mace heart twisting.

Last
time he had seen the younger man like this was when Qui-Gon had died.

But
the Jedi had become tightly entwined with their troopers, caring for
them as much as they cared for their own order.

It
was impossible not to care about these men when
they fought and died with the Jedi, when they cared so much to begin
with.

“We
need to do something.” Depa tacked on, her tone somewhat desperate
as she glanced about.

“How?”
Shaak whispered softly, chiming in on holo from Kamino. “I’ve
stopped the younger clones from getting the chips implanted, stating
that they were no longer useful to the kaminoans but for the older
ones, the ones already left Kamino,” She trailed off.

Rubbing
his temples, Plo let out a deep huff. “There must be a signal, the
biochips has to have a signal, if we could release some brand of
virus or emp signal…” He trailed off too, his twisting with
worry. “But what if that damages them?” He glanced about.

Shaking
his head, Oppo leaned forward. “I do not believe it would,
biochips, when faulty can trigger the latent orders in them but
deactivated ones slowly degrade and just disappear into the brain
matter I know.” He stated quietly with a dark frown on his face.

Sitting
up at that, Obi-Wan stared at Oppo. “…We should speak with the
healers, maybe they have a suggestion.” He stated quietly and Mace
nodded slowly, agreeing with the younger master. Honestly they were
at a loss here.

They
didn’t have enough knowledge about the biochips to really know what
they were fighting about but what Mace did know was that they did not
have much time left.

‘And
here I was hoping to just quietly sleep for at least a day.’ He
thought with something akin to despair even as he squared his
shoulders and stood. “With the healers we will talk, there is no
other way, we need more information.” Mace stated sternly.

“Leave
this to you I will,” Yoda suddenly croaked, a tired tone to his
voice as everyone turned to him, the old troll shaking his head. “Old
I am, to this I have lead the order… my wisdom on the council long
ago should have been set aside…” He sighed deeply.

Mace
wanted to argue and by the look on several of the others faces he
could tell they too wanted, but no one did, respecting the choice of
their grandmaster.

And
he wasn’t wrong.

Yoda
had been a council master for a long time and maybe it was time for
change, for refreshment.

But
right now it was time for survival against an overwhelming odds they
hadn’t noticed creeping in on them and Mace swore, if he got his
hands on the Sith master, he would happily take their karking hands
for setting the troopers in such a situation.

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Staring
at his master, Anakin tried to get the ringing out of his ears as
around him the chaos continued in
the Halls.

The
healers, after doing quick work, had taped Obi-Wan’s eyelids.

Apparently
because Obi-Wan’s eyelids would open on random spastic movements
along with the erratic movement under the lids and they didn’t want
them to dry out while the other continued to have the air tubes
clogged so far down his throa-

Shuddering,
Anakin rubbed his sooty and sore face, ears still ringing.

They
still hadn’t managed to find the evidence they needed but that
hadn’t mattered in the end because Palpatine had confessed
to Anakin of all people, trying to get him on his side and maybe at
one point that would have worked.

Before
the truth, before the attempts on Obi-Wan’s life, before Padme’s
confession that she was pregnant, before being educated to the entire
history of the true Sith’s which still made Anakin horrified.

He
had run right back to the council, to Obi-Wan.

And
now they were all in a state.

The
Rotunda had blown
up.

The
chips in the troopers head was still an issue but they, the council
and Anakin, hadn’t allowed enough time for the man to issue
commands to them and make the troopers do… something.

Anakin
still had no idea what but who knew what orders were lurking in those
chips that needed to be deactivated or removed.

The
half the council was injured, several senators, some aides and a few
visitors to the Rotunda.

Worst
of all was the youngling class on a field trip to the Rotunda,
several of them had been to close to the blast radius.

They
had all been brought to the temple regardless to receive specialized
treatment from worried healers.

Closest
to the blast radius however had been master Windu and Master Yoda,
both of them currently stuck in bacta tubes and somehow the old
master had never seemed as small as in that moment, bobbing in what
was frankly a huge bacta tube.

All
the bacta tubes were occupied, by senator’s, Jedi and one youngling
and at this point, with how close they were, Anakin was grateful that
there was only one.

But
because of how many injured, the healers were spread thin, even with
the clone medics coming rushing in to aid that meant that several
were being treated the old fashioned way.

Like
Obi-Wan.

Laying
on a medbay with his eyes taped shut, oxygen tube down his throat and
bracing for his ribs.

Like
Anakin, half his face bandaged and that blasted ringing in his ears
with no other noise reaching him as he dropped his eyes to the
explanation for all the medical gear attached to Obi-Wan that a medic
had been kind enough to write.

Because
Anakin couldn’t hear.

Because
Anakin had been too close to the blast radius and unlike Kit, who had
managed to cover up his ears, hadn’t been even a little bit
protected.

There
was a great chance that Anakin would never hear a single thing ever
again and he was trying not to think about that.

Trying
not to think about how Obi-Wan eyes might be suffering permanently,
so close to the blast.

Tried
not to think about how Windu had meet Palpatine’s lighting strikes
and Yoda had come up from behind.

Tried
not to think about that enraged echoing scream as the saber cut
through Palpatine before a sickly laughter had echoed and then just
white, white and noise and pain and fire-

Hands
were on his shoulders and Anakin looked up, his breathing hard as he
stared up with wide eyes at his Angel as Padme stood there in front
of him with her slender hands on his shoulders and throwing caution
to the wind, Anakin wrapped his arms around her waist and clung to
his wife.

She
was saying something, her brown eyes wide in return but Anakin still
could only hear the ringing and it all crashed in on him as he shook
and then started sobbing into her bulging stomach as it all crashed
in on him even as he tried to hold on.

He
was just so damn tired and with that thought he allowed himself to
break apart.

Just
one more broken and tired Jedi in the grand scheme really.

And
if Anakin had cared to look, he’d seen he was not the only one
being comforted by someone closer than the council may officially
approve.

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Pinching
the bridge of his nose while
feeling grateful he had dismissed Cody so the other could go home and
not wait around in nervousness like the rest of them,
Obi-Wan let out a deep shuddering
breath
as
he tried to calm himself down,
before moving to the couch and sitting right down between the couple
on his couch as
he ignored the abandoned, half drunk tea cups on the caff table.

Before
Anakin could complain, Obi-Wan shifted both of them, wrapping his
arms around Padme and Anakin to tuck them both up against his chest,
not unlike how he used to do with the blond when he was still a very
young padawan.

For
a moment, Padme and Anakin blinked at each other before looking up at
Obi-Wan.

The
Jedi master gazed sternly back at them, using
the voice he used with the younglings when he had creche duties as a
padawan.
“It’s going to be fine, the council is going to dismantle the
Force drain anchor, the babies are going to get the vitamins they
require and Anakin is going to be a stupid, panicking sap about both
of them,” He stated, voice as stern as his face before suddenly
softening. “It’s going to be alright.” Obi-Wan’s promise was
soft as he held both to him.

Swallowing
heavily, Anakin shook a bit before burying his face into his old
master’s chest, hiding away as he took several quick breaths to try
and calm down.

Padme,
not as used to Anakin to finding comfort in the man, shifted around a
bit before settling her cheek on Obi-Wan’s chest, shivering ever so
slightly.

Despite
the emotional turmoil they were both in, they believed Obi-Wan.

If
Obi-Wan Kenobi promised that things would be alright, then it was
going to be alright.

Sniffing
a bit and then taking a deep, steadying breath, Padme glanced about
the quarters she knew her husband shared with the redhead, taking in
the signs of a soft mix of Anakin’s mechanical items and toys
laying about along with Obi-Wan’s softer touch of books, incense
and even a few decorative pieces here and there.

“…I
have a lot of nephews and nieces, but I don’t know if I can raise a
child, let alone two.” She whispered quietly, admitting one of her
fears.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan rubbed both of his charges back steadily. “Well to
be fair, no first time parent really has any idea what they’re
doing.” He said in a dry tone.

He
got a glare from both of the humans resting against him at that,
Anakin looking up enough to give a slightly wet one with Padme
outright glaring.

“But,”
He tacked on quickly before the two could take offense. “They
figure it out, steadily. Anakin and you already know the basic. You
know to feed them, change diapers, dress them, bath them and most
importantly, you know how to love them.” Obi-Wan shrugged. “You’ll
figure out the rest as you go along.” He smiled easily at them.

Glancing
at each other uncertainly, Anakin settled on shrugging. “I… guess
that’s all we can, isn’t it?” He settled on, his tone clearly
telling how unsure he was about actually raising the kids into
functioning adults.

And
to be fair, considering what they all knew about Anakin, he wouldn’t
be Anakin if he didn’t worry at least a little.

“If
it helps,” Obi-Wan dragged their attention back with slow,
thoughtful words, his face scrunched up in thought. “I’d offer my
help until you’re both more secure. Force knows I’ve helped with
babies before. I used to be in the creche regularly when I was a
padawan under Qui-Gon.” He offered the parents to be.

Before
they could answer, there was a heavy knock at the door that had them
jumping, all of them exchanging nervous looks.

The
council was ready for Padme.

But
they weren’t ready for the council even as they got to their feet,
each nervous about the Force anchor draining Padme of her life Force
and Obi-Wan could only send a quick prayer to the Force and hope
everything would actually be alright.