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#guildofexile- so who wins between Plo and Obi?

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The
news had spread through the temple like a wild fire, the most
gossiping of Jedi spreading the news along with the younglings
squeaking in excitement and the supposedly ‘calmer’ battle
masters coming to get a peek first hand
to see the truth and make verification to what had only been rumors
before.

But
the balcony above the sparring area and the tribune near was steadily
filled with people watching, everyone
who could wanting to get a peek at the two sparring.

And
still the two fighters had not noticed even as the council on
Coruscant came slinking in to watch.

Obi-Wan
Kenobi, the legendary Captain Exile himself and once one of them in
a time so long ago now,
was sparring with Council member Plo Koon, the favorite of many a
youngling.

And
they looked to be an even match.

While
Kenobi had not had a formal education in saber sparring like every
Jedi raised
in the temple had,
they could still see the slightest
evidence of
shii-cho that was the base of all lightsaber forms in the temple in
some of his stances but it was clear the man had further education
even
if the evidence of his temple upbringing was plain to them.

The
way he moved, a clear defensive yet offensive style to his actions
with a certain grip and a good footwork made them also
very aware that somewhere in his many travels through the galaxy the
man had found someone to teach him.

Someone
had taught the man a different style to the ones the temple’s main
seven lightsaber forms and he utilized it with proficiency while
mixing up to meet a new opponents style.

Leaning
on the balcony, Mace narrowed his eyes as he observed Kenobi’s
yellow blade and footwork. “I’d say he has a touch of Mandalorian
teaching in there, I recognize the style as their ceremonial battle
dances since they don’t really rely on sabers and swords anymore,
but there is something more in his moves.” Mace rubbed his wrist
absently, a half forgotten injury surfacing at his memories.

Humming
softly, Depa tilted her head while Luminara tapped her tattooed chin
thoughtfully. “…Velmorrian,”
She settled on, snapping her fingers together as she observed one of
Kenobi’s powerful slashing moves that softened into an incredible
bend as he twirled back to avoid Plo’s attack. “Velmor population
has duels with energy swords, a popular way to settle disputes I
learned while there.” She stated, looking at Depa who stood up and
nodded eagerly in agreement.

“Oh,
you’re right, I see it. The way he slashes powerfully only to then
bend and sway like the plants of Velmor in the wind, graceful but
powerful at the same time.”

Humming
in understanding, Mace conceded to his fellow council member’s
suggestion since they would know having been to Velmor and he not. He
had heard of the energy swords though so it made sense for Kenobi to
seek out populations where swords or blades of some kinds were in use
to get a further education.

Suddenly
Kenobi bounced as if he was a spring and
not made of flesh and blood that took strain
and slid underneath Plo’s guard, pressing the others lightsaber
aside as he headbutted the kel dor and sent him to the floor in a
roll of tunic and maybe the battle would have ended there if Plo
hadn’t rolled with it and ended back on his feet, both contenders
going right back each other and this time Plo took out a small
section of the man’s pauldron with
the tip of his saber.

“Should
we interfere? Before they hurt each other?” Mace questioned slowly
only to blink when Depa laughed at him.

Shaking
her head, Luminara smiled softly. “They’re having fun Master
Mace, let them enjoy themselves.” She chided softly as
Depa continued to titter in amusement.

Her
words had Mace look closer, seeing the wide grin on Kenobi’s face
and Plo’s matching joyfulness as
they locked sabers.

They
were indeed having fun,
both enjoying themselves against an opponent that could match them
skill wise. And there was precious little joy to be held in this war
so Mace decided to relax as he leaned fully on the balcony with a
small smile twitching his lips as he watched a bead of sweat roll
down Kenobi’s face, his braid having half fallen out of his set up
during the match.

In
the end, neither won, both calling it a draw before clasping hands in
companionship but Mace could hear Kenobi through the mutters. “We’ll
have to have a rematch at some point Master Plo.” He chortled,
wiping sweat off his face.

“Indeed
Obi-Wan, it would be my delight to face you again.” Plo chuckled
warmly, a breathless quality in his voice.

The
words left Mace wondering when in Sith hells the two had become
friends.

So does Obi spar with Plo in Guild of Exiles?

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Following
behind the other, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but glance about curiously
as he moved through once familiar halls and rooms that he had once
inhabited, had run with friends and learned at the feet of older
beings wise in their crafts.

And
yet…

He
felt nothing.

Well
that wasn’t true, he felt familiarity with some of the rooms,
recognized a few Jedi though he couldn’t conjure their names always
but still recognized them as Jedi that had once taught him here and
there in some classes or been his guardians in the creche.

But
beyond that he felt nothing.

No
nostalgia, no fondness.

Just
a quiet sort of… well not apathy, he cared about the temple but it
didn’t hurt him to be here, it only brought him some fond and again
not so fond memories and that was all.

This
was no longer his home.

His
home was far away in the skies above Coruscant, the
Dalliance was his home, his heart.

He
had expected something, anything but maybe after so long of not
having a steady home, of drifting through space, a place was no
longer a home to him but the people he surrounded himself with.

And
yet the tiny braid hidden in his larger one felt heavy suddenly.

So
maybe there was more emotions in this temple than he was pretending
but it wasn’t the building that held those emotions.

Force,
he hoped he wouldn’t have to meet up with Yoda just yet or Jinn,
nothing against the latter but he was the Last and Obi-Wan didn’t
think he could take that right now when he was going to have a fun
little sparring round with a master Jedi.

He
knew the jungle drums would roll of course, the fact that he was in
the temple would be spread by gossipy Jedi so fast that everyone
would know within the hour but he rather hoped to avoid speaking to
Yoda if he could.

“Ah,
here we are, I got us one of the standard sparring rooms.” Plo
suddenly announced in a calm tone, stopping in front of a wide open
door and gesturing for Obi-Wan to go first.

Smiling
playfully, Obi-Wan winked. “Such a gentleman.” His smile
developed into a wide grin at Plo’s delighted chuckle, moving past
him into the room to glance about.

Standard
yes, one large dojo with mats all over and a viewing section in the
top. White and faux wood walls in brown.

If
Obi-Wan didn’t remember wrong, this was based on an early human
time period where the walls were made of wood and…was it thin
paper?

He
couldn’t quite remember but it was quite pretty with the Jedi
symbols in
black painted on the white parts and
saber hilts as decorations around the room and padded easy blue mats
on the floor.

Turning,
Obi-Wan took in Plo settling at the other side of the mattress and
raised his brow. “Stretch?” He offered curiously, smiling when
the man shook his head. In battle you didn’t always get the
opportunity to stretch out before so it was best to train without
stretching.

“Now,
I’m rather sure you won’t have the same saber forms as the temple
has,” Plo stated, pulling his robe off to put it on a bench. “I
am curious to see what forms you do have however since you are
skilled with your saber.” He said, his voice rich with
satisfaction.

Raising
a brow, Obi-Wan lips quirked a bit in amusement as he powered up his
yellow blade. “Oh? You have saber reports on me?” He questioned
teasingly, ignoring the Jedi gathering to watch them.

“Captain
Exile has long held a place in the Jedi reports,”
Plo powered up his own saber and Obi-Wan could feel a stirring of
excitement from the other. “I’ll be honored and interested to see
how accurate they are.”  

Shifting
his feet slightly apart, Obi-Wan hummed a bit. “I hope I live up to
the praise then and I hope you will tell me if you see something that
clunks in my saber forms, after all, a self taught student can often
not see where they fail.” He stated as his own excitement stirred
up his spine and made goosebumps appear on his skin, his whole body
itching to have a saber fight against someone else with a saber.

They
observed each other for a long moment, everyone seemingly holding
their breath before Plo suddenly thrust forward, blue saber searing
through the air as Obi-Wan parried and twirled out of the way.

The
battle was on.

So in PapaandDad does the Jedi go investigate the disturbance? Maybe a certain Count who can be saved from turning to the dark side?

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They
couldn’t fly under the radar forever.

That
was something both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon was intimately aware of, they
were aberrations in the Force and someone was eventually going to
learn about them and want answers.

They
still had not expected to be tracked by a young Maul of all people
and Qui-Gon wanted to turn around and try to talk the teen into
coming with them, to
turn on his master.

But…

Qui-Gon
was Papa Qui.

Papa
as in father, one of the figures that was to protect their child and
there was no way Qui-Gon was going to risk Anakin’s safety and as
much as it saddened his heart… he left Maul behind as they lost the
tail they had gained and fled from Chadara. They
could not have Maul give information to Palpatine about them.

The
man already knew too much by knowing they were humans and for a
moment he was thankful they had all had their hoods up and that
Anakin had a scarf wrap to hide his face from the sand.

That
wasn’t their last tail however and unfortunately…

This
tail they could not get rid of as they had landed themselves in
trouble when they had taken a wrong turn and somehow gotten their ass
stuck in the middle of a gang war.

Which
lead them to their current situation where Qui-Gon was tucking both
Obi-Wan and Anakin into hotel beds, the former because he was injured
and drugged to the gills and the latter because it had been far too
long a day for a seven year old. He could see the graying of a
sunrise in the window and pulled down the curtains before entering
the semi living room of the unremarkablely
dull beige
suit they had rented.

Walking
right into the company of Yan Dooku and Mace Windu, both of them
staring mutely at him and if he didn’t know both as good as he did,
he would have thought they were serene.

As
it was, Yan was intrigued and confused and Mace was actually half
angry from what Qui-Gon could tell as he sat down on one of the
chairs at the tiny caff table. “…I’d offer tea but the stuff I
glimpsed was subpar and I have better manners than to offer subpar
tea.” He murmured quietly, settling his elbows on his knees and
clasping his hands together.

“You’re
Qui-Gon,” Mace started, not beating around the bush as he stared at
the other man. “But that’s impossible. I saw you less than a week
ago in the temple with the healers and you are…” He ran his eyes
over Qui-Gon’s hair, clearly indicating the lack of gray hair.

“The
healers…?” Qui-Gon blinked before letting out a noise. “Ah
right, the unfortunate round I had of Puggers syndrome… which I
remember
unfortunately also giving to Obi-Wan.” He winced, sitting back as
he remembered how awful they had both felt even as they tried to make
each other laugh as they shared a room.

Lost
in the memory, Qui-Gon didn’t see the two exchange looks.

“So
you are
Qui-Gon,” Yan sat back in his seat, frowning. “Not just a
facsimile or some kind of odd Force spirit.” The man rubbed his
chin slowly and stroked his beard with a deep frown.

Snorting
a bit, Qui-Gon stared at them. “…What does the Jedi Order know
and I can explain from there.” He decided, sending a quick apology
to his sleeping love as they had decided to stay away from the Order
for as long as they could and when the time came, deal with it
together.

Not
possible right
now.

The
two traded glances again before Yan spoke. “…Next to nothing
except for three human travelers, one a young child and the other two
adults. The adults are clearly peculiar in the Force while the young
child is strong and that’s all that was known until now except for
them all traveling through the galaxy and the adults taking whatever
jobs they could to feed themselves and travel. Outside of the feeling
in the Force they appeared as any other spacer family.” Yan
explained in short sentences as he watched Qui-Gon.

Nodding
slowly, Qui-Gon rubbed his own beard before letting out a small grunt
as he pulled his hair into a leather thong. ‘I should have taken
Obi-Wan up on the whole hair cut when he had his own and Anakin’s
done.’ He thought to himself in annoyance. “Well,
not much to go to. Hopefully that’s all anyone else has to go on
either,” Qui-Gon said to the others before sighing and sitting
back. “Hopefully you’re both going to listen and listen well
because this is not going to be a pretty story… and it has no
conclusion, not anymore.” He murmured, blue eyes glinting seriously
as he meet the pale blue of his old master and the dark ones of his
former friend.

Or
maybe future friend once more.

He
could hope.

Just
as he could hope that for once the Jedi listened.

GuildOfExile, It turns out that Padme knows Captain Kenobi quite well. It just has never come up in conversation with Anakin before. And wait Lace? Is Lace a clone that discovered that she was a she despite being born male and so left? Hmm. The possibilities are endless.

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Almost
dropping everything in shock, Anakin stared at the group gathered at
the couches, clutching the box of pastries he had bought in as he his
mind took in the information the eyes was giving him.

Captain
Exile himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was sitting on Padme’s couch, calmly
sipping his tea and watching Anakin blandly along with a clone
trooper in a black and purple armor.

A
member of the guild clearly,
their bone structure in the face different from what Anakin had seen
in Rex.

Padme
stood up and smiled calmly at Anakin. “Anakin, thank heavens, I was
wondering where you were.” She rushed over and gave him a kiss on
the cheek and what the kark.

He
quickly looked between her and the guests.

Padme,
his angel, quickly caught on and made a soothing noise. “Oh, don’t
worry about them. I’ve worked with Serah Kenobi before. That’s
why I asked him here.” She explained while pulling him towards the
couch.

Letting
his wife guide him numbly, Anakin tried to shake himself into
understanding even as Kenobi just lifted the delicate cup in greeting
and went back to sipping it calmly.

The
trooper he couldn’t help but notice didn’t have anything but a
plate with crumbs on in his lap,

‘Not
a tea drinker I guess or didn’t want anything but the biscuits.’
He analyzed quietly.

It
was an absurd thought and he half wanted to laugh hysterically
because he’d come in calling for his ‘angel’ and hadn’t even
noticed they had guests.

“I
can quite calmly inform you that your secrets are safe with us,” He
looked up hurriedly
at the cultured voice, staring into green eyes as Kenobi swirled his
tea a bit before taking a sip. “Senator Amidala has been an
employer before and I keep my employers secrets. Especially one as
her.” He hummed thoughtfully even as the clone snorted a bit.

“As
her?” Anakin managed to wrap his mouth around words finally.

Cocking
his head a bit, watching Anakin over the cup, Kenobi shrugged.
“Genuinely
good and trying to do right. Not many Senator’s like that and I’d
like her and Organa to stay as long as their people elect them.” He
finished up his cup and leaned forward to the table, filling his cup
with more tea. “And a scandal with a Jedi husband is the last thing
she needs on top of this war. It would destroy her reputation, and
yours too now that I think about it.” He said in an almost
uninterested tone.

Bristling
a bit, Anakin glared at him.

Clearly
that did not intimidate
Kenobi and he snorted deeply, sitting back in the couch. “Come now,
you must understand the precarious situation you’re in. The fact
that your master or the council hasn’t taken you to task yet I
chalk up to the war honestly because they clearly know.” The Exile
captain said dryly.

“I’m
carefu-” Anakin bit out only for the clone to snort deeply.

“I’m
sorry but I’m calling bullshit on that,” He said strongly. “We’ve
been here for less than three days and in that time we’ve not only
seen you two kiss but you carelessly wandered in here without
checking. Jedi aren’t that careless, the council knows for sure.”
He said with a pinched look on his face.

Kenobi
rested his hand on the clone’s wrist. “Lace, that’s enough.
They are adults and it is not our place to judge, only to keep our
employers secret,” He said warningly before turning back to Anakin.
“Apologies, Lace talk’s right from the heart. She doesn’t have
the tongue for negotiation or for lying.” He chuckled faintly with
an indulgent head shake.

Blinking
slowly, Anakin absorbed that entire byplay. ‘She.’ He focused
slowly on Lace as
he zeroed in on that information.

She
jutted out her chin defiantly,
pursing her lips and narrowing her amber eyes at him. “…You’re
an older clone, aren’t you, from before the Jedi ever found
Kamino.” He wasn’t really asking, staring at the dark hair
gathered back in a tight braid along her scalp.

She
pursed her lips hard enough for them to go white before nodding.
“Yes. I escaped Kamino and decommission.
I’m grateful the others have more freedom under the Jedi now but I
didn’t have many options,” Lace looked at Kenobi, watching the
man with something akin to fondness as he sipped slowly. “I was
drifting in an escape pod actually when I was found and… well I’ve
stayed on
the Dalliance since then.” She shrugged.

Sitting
back on the couch heavily, Anakin stared at them before nodding,
figuring that the Dalliance was the name of Kenobi’s ship.

He
was beyond grateful as Padme returned and settled down beside him,
wrapping his arm around her even as he continued watching Kenobi and
Lace as Padme launched into a discussion on the Senate and how to
work with the Guild.

As
he watched he couldn’t help but notice a little section of the bun
beneath the right ear of Kenobi.

A
small, thin but long braid clearly.

‘Like
a padawan braid…’ Anakin could already feel the complications on
the horizon as he stared at the almost hidden thin braid tucked into
the bun of the man’s long red hair.

Now I have to see the republic’s and the Confederate’s reaction that the jedi are gone #ReporttotheSenate

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An
illusion can not be kept going forever, eventually someone spots the
difference and makes the right connections to get the truth.

Clones
however, who work with the Jedi and observe them daily can mimic
their behavior pretty decently to fool most. Put on a robe, wear a
tunic and leggings and walk with confidence and most people are
tricked at mere sight as long as the hood is up.

After
all, there are a lot of human Jedi and if they make an appearance in
the slums of Coruscant at least once a day and a brief one in the
Rotunda, trying to be quick and not get caught up by any Senators.

They
weren’t as lucky one day but Bail Organa only stared with wide eyes
at them before smiling and calmly chatting with the ‘Jedi’ in
front of him.

The
illusion is kept going for another day.

But
eventually it breaks as people realize that the Jedi are gone.

There
are only clones in the Jedi temple, keeping it safe, making sure no
one trespasses and eventually the Senator’s demand answers.

Fox
has no other choice but to answer.

Arms
tucked in parade rest, he gives his report, a lie of course.

The
Jedi had left for one of the smaller temples for the safety of their
young ones, all of them moving though they would be back to the
temple once they had managed to set up.

He
can see the distrust of course, he can hear the mutters but he does
not let them catch the lie or let them question him into a corner he
can not answer.

The
end result is the same.

The
Jedi are gone and as Fox tries to observe as many Senators as
possible but what he can’t help but notice is the Chancellor.

Fox
eyes narrow as the man grips the podium so hard his hands turn white,
the way the man’s jaw muscle jumps and the thin slits his eyes are
even as he wears a forcibly benevolent smile that feels too
artificial to the commander to be real.

There
are many angry Senators but only one trying to pretend to be kind, to
be unpartial and be a fair judge and leader.

And
Fox is looking straight at the pale eyes and knows he must tell his
brothers.

()()()

Opening
his own eyes, one of the last of the Jedi arriving at Eedit stares at the
top of his bunk and tucks the blankets around him more tightly.

He’s
tired.

He
knows what’s going on of course, he knows that several Jedi already
knew what was going on but right now they have plausible deniability
and all they want is a break, is to get away from the Senate, away
from the muddled Force on the metal planet.

After
a long moment Yoda let out a deep breath and tucked the Qui-Gon’s
robe more tightly around himself for meager comfort before slowly sitting up and looking
around at the rest of the council curled up in their own bunks.

Down
by the door, a trooperwith a bandage on his head is sitting on a chair, leaned against the wall
with their chin on their chest as they breath slowly.

It’s
a sight enough to make Yoda chuckle faintly, even though he doesn’t know who this trooper is despite wearing the markings of Obi-Wan’s men, before carefully folding
Qui-Gon’s old robe and setting it aside to reach for his cane and
get up, wiggling his toes on the ground before slowly making his way
down the row
of bunks, checking in on each of his fellow Jedi.

Mace
was curled up tightly, drooling. Depa was snoring into her arm. Shaak
was mumbling in her sleep with her hand spasming as if she was
reaching for something. Obi-Wan was curled up on his side…

It
was enough to make Yoda smile faintly at all the younglings around
him.

And
they were still younglings to him.

They’d
always be.

Ooh shut me down, what is sifo doing there?is HE the new apprentice or is he being used? Is Palpatine actually going to threaten obi? Please tell me yan doesn’t take that. I love your work

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Slashing
apart the droid, Yan let out a deep breath as sweat rolled down his
face, the
severed droid falling to the floor as the old man deactivated his
saber.

It
was hours since his guests
had left and still Yan had not calmed down a single inch even as he
put Obi-Wan to bed after having tea and a night snack with his boy.
It was the karking middle of the night and Yan was supposed
to be asleep too, he had appointments this coming morning that he
couldn’t miss out on!

But
his mind would not calm down.

Everything
Sifo had told him was coming back to him each time he tried.

Clone
army, war coming and
that they needed Yan and his resources to prepare for it. And then there was
Palpatine… ‘subtle’ threatening of Obi-Wan’s life as he left
as the last member in
the doorway.
Obi-Wan
was right that the man had been trying to fly under the radar and
hadn’t Obi-Wan pointed it out he might not have recognized the man
who kept his hood up at all time.

And
then
there was
Sifo, there was something wrong with Yan’s old friend, something in
the eyes that were almost too glassy he’d say and never quite
seemed to focus on Yan or anything really even as he went through the
motions of drinking the tea Yan had reluctantly offered as a polite
host.

He
had managed to contain his rage and his worry into a small ball,
managed to hide it from Obi-Wan but eventually he had needed to
release it and had opted to duel his sparring droids but now his
hands hurt and he was so wet from sweat that it felt like he’d gone
through a shower with his clothes.

Grunting
as he unclenched his hands from the handles of his sabers and
tucked them onto his belt instead,
Yan took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his
mouth to steady himself before moving towards the door to go get a
shower and a fresh set of clothes, rubbing
his stiff hands carefully.

He
regretted not equipping his sun room with a surveillance like he had
many of the others. He would have had evidence to throw at Palpatine
or at least something to show for his accusations and not only words
against words.

Oh
he knew that if he went to the authorities they could do nothing.

‘…Yoda
might listen,’ Yan pause in the hall, staring into the dark without
seeing the expensive polished marble walls with beautiful drapes and
paintings. ‘Yoda
cares for Obi-Wan even if he won’t admit it in all the ‘attachment’
bullshit he has going. He would at least listen to me and try to look
into it.’ He swallowed slightly.

Hesitating
for a few more moments of indecision, Yan let out a deep breath
before turning and heading the other way towards his office instead.
It was day time on Coruscant right now and hopefully Yoda was not
having a nap or at
dinner somewhere.

Swiping
his hair back to at least look somewhat collected, Yan typed in the
code for the old trolls comm and hoped for the best, settling himself
into parade rest, his foot tapping lightly at the floor as he waited.

To
his surprise, several holos appeared.

Yoda
was in the council chamber!

‘Ah
kark.’ Yan cursed internally even as the old goat raised his ears
and brows at him, quickly debating what to do before deciding that
for Obi-Wan’s sake he had to speak to Yoda regardless if others
were there or not.

“Unexpected
this is, night on Serenno it is, yet called you have hmm?” Yoda
hurmed at him.

Rolling
his eyes, Yan raised a brow in return. “Yes, hello to you too old
master, what a polite greeting,” He stated dryly, ignoring the soft
snickers he could hear. “I have a problem… or rather, Obi-Wan and
I have a problem.” He tacked on, tensing up as he remembered the
threat to Obi-Wan’s life if Yan didn’t cooperate.

Sitting
up, Windu leaned forward in his chair. “Problem?” He frowned. Yan
was interested to note there was worry there but may that wasn’t so
surprising considering Qui-Gon and Mace had been friends when the
other had been alive.

“…I
just had Chancellor Palpatine, Sifo-Dyas and Nute Gunray in my home,
demanding I join a foolish endeavor to a war Sifo says he saw in a
vision. Palpatine threatened
Obi-Wan’s life if I did not.” Yan stated seriously.

Stunned
silence answered him and Yan could feel cold sweat roll down his
back.

Haha, I imagine the Jedi reaction: it will be a huge «WTF ?!» #GuildofExile

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Peering
at the image, Mace sat back in his chair. “…No wonder we couldn’t
find anything out on Captain ‘Exile’.” He murmured quietly.

The
Jedi temple was self contained and for the safety of the members,
things like thumbprints, blood samples and so on was kept to the
temple to ensure undercover members weren’t found or that family of
those who served as Jedi weren’t targeted, either by slavers for
any other children they may have or by those who would take revenge
on Jedi without understanding that there as no family contact.

It
had never occurred to anyone to compared any samples from the Guild
of Exiles leader to the Jedi temple.

So
no one found any information on him but here they were, staring at
the face of one of their own at some point, an Initiate who hadn’t
found a master in time.

Mace
eyes flickered to Qui-Gon as the man continued staring without
blinking at the two images. One of a smiling twelve year old and the
other of the serious visage of the adult version, both Obi-Wan
Kenobi.

Mace
had been… suspicious the moment the captain had bowed, something
about the bow being familiar to him and now he knew.

A
Jedi bow.

And
a disrespectful Jedi bow at that, too shallow and too short and too
brief to be proper.
Obi-Wan Kenobi did not like the Chancellor, of that Mace was rather
sure.

Tapping
her fingers on her armrest, Depa let out a soft hum. “There was a
search conducted when Kenobi did not arrive at Bandomeer but nothing
was found as his trail went cold after Coruscant when he got on a
ship other than the Monument.”

A
few sent censoring looks Qui-Gon’s way, he of course did not
notice, to busy staring at the image. It had been Qui-Gon’s duty to
ensure Obi-Wan did indeed reach Bandomeer as the only adult Jedi on
the ship but Qui-Gon, after having rejected Obi-Wan as a padawan, had
sought distance and had therefore not discovered the boy wasn’t
even on the Monument until they reached Bandomeer and Obi-Wan was
suppose to report in to the Agricorps headquarters.

Qui-Gon’s
reputation had taken a blow after that which took years to recover.

There
had been some worry that Obi-Wan had died during the attack on the
Monument by pirates only to find via video surveillance that Obi-Wan
had never entered the ship. The last the order knew of Obi-Wan was a
young boy standing on the platform, staring around with a lost gaze
before growing cold and turning, heading another way.

‘A
different path, a stone thrown into a pond and so a different wave is
created.’ Mace rubbed his chin as he felt the throbbing of several
shatterpoints, wondering how they would burst in the grand scheme of
war.

A
low hum caught his attention and he glanced to Plo, watching the kel
dor study the adult version of Obi-Wan with a feed of the Exile’s
exploit clearly visible on his lap on his pad. “I’d say he’s
done rather well for himself if we are to compare.” He noted
quietly.

“This
is a PR nightmare for the order.” Oppo noted quietly, rubbing his
face.

“Potentially,
it is not like the judicial helped much when we asked to find young
Kenobi,” Kit pointed out with twitching head tentacles. “They
basically washed their hands of the case despite it being a missing
child, we
kept looking at least.” He glanced down at the old report of
Obi-Wan’s missing status.

“Irrelevant
all of this is,” Yoda finally said, eyes closed as everyone turned
to him. “Done it is, here the boy has become a man and ready to
fight he is. Work with him we shall as ordered by the Senate we must.
Hope we shall that a grudge young Kenobi does not carry against us.”
His ears twitched and he opened his eyes to peer at Obi-Wan, a small
smile crossing his face. “Relieved to see him alive we should all
be, strong he is.” Yoda noted quietly with a soft chuckle.

()()()

Several
troopers jerked in shock and went for their blasters as there was a
loud blast, all of them turning to the opening of the mess as a three
of purple and black armored people entered, a few relaxing when they
saw who it was but most remaining tense as mutters started up.

“Now,
I sure most of you already know who I am but I’m still here to
introduce our ugly
asses,” The leader started, moving to the front so everyone could
see him. Long red hair braided up into a bun was clearly visible
along with a scruffy beard and freckle covered face as the man turned
to face them, helmet under his arm. The wookie and the humanoid
removed their helmet at the front too and a few vod elbowed each
other when they saw a very similar face look back at them with a bone
structure of the jaw difference and clean shaven from the last
member. “I am captain of the Guild of Exile, Obi-Wan Kenobi. This
is Lace,” He gestured to the clone look alike, who only nodded,
hair
curling around their face.
“My second in command and yes, she is a clone. This is Hoodie, my
engineer
specialist.”
He jabbed his thumb at the wookie, who roared at them in greeting.

Kenobi
grinned at them, all teeth and sparkling green eyes. “We’re going
to have a lot of fun together from now on.”

hope your break is going well! any chance u could continue Wolfy Rubs? its been awhile! does obi-wan get hurt? how would he react to flames? do anakin and the clones go just a lil bit feral in vengeance of their hurt pack mate?

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Letting
out a low breath as he stretched out in bed and then slowly sat up,
Obi-Wan smiled down at his mate before gently ruffling the blond
curls of his love. There were some benefits to being a vampire and
one of them was the ability to sleep less and watch the one you loved
be comfortable and safe around you.

Anakin
let out a soft wuffling noise in his sleep and snuggled in closer,
his arm resting in Obi-Wan’s lap as he pressed his nose into the
man’s hip.

‘I
wonder if Cody’s awake.’ Obi-Wan mused as he continued rubbing
his fingers through Anakin’s somewhat greasy hair, noting that they
both needed a fresher if possible. If Cody was awake he’d love to
discuss some options, he knew that in wolf form the troopers actually
tried to clean themselves but that didn’t always work out.

And
Anakin had developed an unfortunate habit of licking his own bollocks
much to Ahsoka’s wheezing amusement when they caught him.

‘To
be fair, it must be the canine instincts.’ Obi-Wan mused before
pausing and beside him, Anakin tensed in his sleep before opening his
eyes to thin silvers of blue.

Outside
they could hear the night patrols freezing as their hair stood on
end.

Danger.

Danger
was coming and Obi-Wan and Anakin quickly moved out of bed to reach
for their armor and lightsaber only for Obi-Wan to jerk back as he
heard a whistling noise.

A
bomb shell being dropped.

“DOWN!”
He roared, dragging his mate down in the nick of time as fire
suddenly roared through the tent, burning everything in its path and
Obi-Wan could smell burning cloth and hair actually, his undead heart
throbbing in his chest as he felt the fire roaring over him for
several moments before he felt the heat diminish, cautiously rising
his head to look.

A
sneak attack and now the camp was practically leveled to the ground,
all the tents on fire and equipment and men scattered everywhere.

Werewolves
half transformed everywhere as they snarled and howled in protective
pack formation and Anakin snarled as he transformed into the bipedal
wolf form he favored with
his pants ripping up with fur sticking out,
standing over Obi-Wan as his mech arm dropped off and he snarled and
yapped at Rex and Cody to get the pack in line and ready for battle.

Huffing
out a breath, Obi-Wan was about to get up when he froze, feeling like
his lungs were on fire, as if somehow the bombs fire had transported
themselves into his lungs.

Turning
on his back, Obi-Wan tugged on Anakin’s half ripped sleep pants
while huffing for air. “A-Ani, wrong, something wrong.” He
wheezed out as several
bipedal clones raced past them.

The
werewolf instantly jerked to at his mate’s pained tone, whining
while leaning down to lap at his face.

“Air,”
Obi-Wan grasped at his shirt front. “Hurts.” He grunted then
yelped in pain when Anakin wrapped his remaining arm around his
vampire mate and leapt away from the bomb shell crater without
question.

Lungs
burning as
burning tents and broken trees passed him in high speed,
Obi-Wan wheezed for the air that no longer hurt as much as he tried
to understand what the kark was going on. Had the Separatists somehow
found something against his new mutated species?

Whimpering
faintly, Obi-Wan hacked for air as he was set down, Anakin gently
lapping at his face in worry and whining. “G-Go back Anakin, the
others…need you,” A protesting growl escaped Anakin, turning into
a whimper as Obi-Wan pushed at the others muzzle. “Ani please,
they’re pack and
the droids are moving in on them, some of them are in-injured.
I’ll be good outside the blast zone and
the wind is in my back blowing away.”
The redhead rasped out.

There
was a whimper and then Anakin nodded, bouncing back towards the
panicked camp and injured pack mates all over as the clankers were
indeed moving in on the burning wreck that had been their camp only
minutes ago.

Shuddering,
Obi-Wan rubbed at his chest as he watched the burning camp while
wondering what the kark he had breathed in, what the kark had the CIS
had managed to put into those things that caused no effect on anyone
but him.

“I
was curious if he’d actually leave you but you actually made him.”
Tensing up at the voice, Obi-Wan slowly turned his head to meet the
smug face of Asajj Ventress, her sabers lighting up the night with
red along with the orange of the fire from the camp.

Shivering
a bit, Obi-Wan pushed himself up. This was done on purpose to isolate
Obi-Wan, his pack, his family had been targeted to get him away from
everyone.

“Look
at you, you’re so weak now,” Asajj cooed, sashaying towards him.
“I was curious how the airborn poison would effect you but it seems
the Count was correct that it would at least effect you and not the
mutts. I’m curious to see if you burst into ashes when I take your
head off.” She grinned evilly, eyes glittering from the light of
the fire.

No
armor and no weapon, weakened as he was, Obi-Wan felt his fangs itch
as he stared at the Sith acolyte in front of him. ‘…Ani… help.’

There was was something that came to mind when I read the latest class and wings. We’ve seen the jedi shift. I can’t remember but was that true for all force sensitive beings? Even Sith? How would a fight like that look? I’ve only seen animals fight in nature documentaries and they are intense. They both come out pretty beat up. Is that something the medics have to keep in mind treating an animal? Being that hurt, I wonder if the jedi would have energy to shift back for treatment

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Watching
his General grumble about Ventress and her kriffing lioness form as
he took care of R2 while
sitting on the stamped down ground cross legged in front of it,
Rex glanced between the Jedi as a stray thought hit him.

The
two had been weird ever since they returned from Coruscant. Rex had
to admit and the battle seemed to somehow have relaxed them weirdly
enough but it made Rex curious about something he had noticed.

Turning
to the older Jedi, watching as Obi-Wan continued slowly sipping his
tea while reading from his pad from his position on a crate as a
chair, Rex decided that he was the safer bet to ask as
the more knowledgeable and the one least likely to take offense if
the question was somehow bad.
“General Kenobi, there’s something I’m curious about,” He
paused, waiting for the man to rest his pad in his lap and give the
captain his full attention. “Ventress changes her form quite often
and the battles… are quite fierce to be frank. However Count Dooku
has never shifted and all the notices on him says he ‘can’t’
shift. May I ask…” He hesitated, watching how Obi-Wan’s face
went from politely curious to a blank mask.

He
could see from the corner of his eyes that Anakin was wholly focused
on his droid now, scrubbing away with the polishing cloth on
clean metal without a word or grumble
as Obi-Wan seemed to debate despite his blank face.

Several
troopers were clearly curious but also very quiet now, considering
this was an out of the normal reaction and the fire crackled and
popped in the silence.

Holding
out under the eyes of the other until Obi-Wan
smiled,
Rex breathed out internally that he hadn’t
asked an offensive question.

“You’re
quite right Rex,”
General Obi-Wan
took
a sip of his tea and
set it aside on the crate.
“All Force sensitive are able to shift though some with more or
lesser ability and
duration on the forms,
however, the reason why Dooku never shifts…” There was a pause,
something in the General’s face twitching and General Skywalker
stopped pretending to be polishing the astromech. “…He’s a true
Sith, Sith break the connection between the Force balance that’s
required to be able to shift you see. They renounce the Force in a
manner that’s wholly and inherently wrong as
they turn their back on it to
use
it instead of working with
it.
Jedi can
do that too if we take it wholly in the opposite end of the scale but
most of us manage to find a middle ground where we are still light
but aware of the dark that exist in the galaxy and
it being natural to any sentient being.”
He smiled a bit.

There
was a deep snort, Anakin resting his arms on the dome of R2’s head
as he peered at everyone over it. “See, animals are just that,
animals. There’s no right or wrong, good or bad, justice
or evil.
But there is light and there is dark, there
is night and there is day, there is life and there is death,
there is survival and there is comfort as an animal sees it,” He
explained, sounding a bit bored. “For an animal, comfort is the
mates it has, the safety, the food and the territory. If an animal is
safe and is fed, it is generally pretty satisfied. But sometimes
that includes murdering others to keep that territory safe or to
feed… and we can’t call that bad or good, we can call it light or
dark yes but never evil or good. It’s
all survival, death and life in a constant cycle and balance.”
Anakin explained slowly, wrinkling his nose.

Frowning
a bit, Rex scratched at his neck as
he tried to absorb the reasoning as to why Dooku couldn’t out of
that frankly complicated explanation. Really, what did life and death
have to do with Dooku not being able to shift?

Cody
sat down on a crate next to his general. “So in a way they are…
severing a connection?” He asked curiously.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan hummed. “Just so, true Sith has to give up on that
connection that brings balance, that allows them to connect to the
wild and there are some deeper discussions on the cosmic Force
abou-aahh…” He trailed off as Cody frowned at him in confusion.
“Sufficient to say, the Force gives us the ability to shift but
Sith, true Sith turn their back on the connection that gives us that
in favor of dark magic, of
subjugating those around them to their
whims.
You can however be dark and yet still be able to shift, there is just
an inherent hold in the Balance of the Force that the Sith give up on
and embrace not only the dark but the pain too, the severing of a
soul.” He explained a bit sheepishly.

“So
Dooku can’t
change.” Rex mused on that.

The
two Jedi traded hurried looks.

“…He
could try
but the creature he could potentially become…” Obi-Wan hesitated
and Anakin went back to scrubbing R2. “He’d become something
monstrous without the guarantee of turning back.” Obi-Wan trailed
off.

Rex,
despite sitting so close to the fire, felt an ominous cold along his
back.