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Another Prompt for your Tiny!Obi: Anakin building (or trying to) a fighter/ship that Obiwan can pilot. Images of it being stored in the cargo space of anakin’s ship/fighter. :P

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“Hey…Master Obi-Wan, how do you get vaccines?” Ahsoka pulled
the lollypop Skyguy had given her out of her mouth, blinking
curiously at the tiny master sitting on the table while reading of a
pad that had been propped up against a mug.

“Hmm? Oh, I get put in a containment chamber and have to breath in
the fumes.” Obi-Wan offered absently. “When I come out of it I’m
usually sick as a akk-dog but it works and I have my vaccination.”

“Does it really work?” She blinked.

“Yes. I get sick, I build up immunity to illnesses and some of my
medicines are taken that way too since you can’t really inject me
with hyposprays.”

“And what about bacta tanks?”

“There’s a specially built one. Its even transportable. I think
Anakin has recreated one for the medbay on the Resolute even.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “Just in case.”

“How big is it?” Ahsoka asked curiously.

“About the size of Anakin’s leg, the one in the temple is
elevated so people won’t trip over it and its connected to a normal
computer. The only thing small about it is the size and the
components that directly interact with me, so the tank itself, the
mask, and the straps.” He hummed.

“That’s fascinating.” She leaned back against the durasteel
wall.

That got a chuckle out of Obi-Wan. “You might find the ship Anakin
is trying to build for me fascinating then too if you think so.”

“…What?”

“Anakin is building a ship for me that he says will be capable to
leave a planet and fly through space that’s fit for me in size and
I should be able to drive without the use of Force.” Obi-Wan
offered in amusement. “Or so he claims. I’m still having trouble
imagining such a space craft if I’m honest but Anakin is nothing if
not determined.”

She blinked, staring at the wall for a few moments before looking
back at him.

Obi-Wan raised his brows at the young togruta.

“…Can I see it?”

“Its in the cargo bay. I imagine we can go have a peek at it.”
Obi-Wan stood, brushing his clothes down before moving to the end of
the table expectantly. Ahsoka bounced to her feet and offered her
hand to him, giggling when Obi-Wan used it as a springboard to jump
up to her shoulder and land with ease, holding onto her braid for
support.

“I’m glad you’re back with us. Skyguy was really worried about
you when Dooku had you.” Ahsoka offered as they moved through the
ship, greeting the troopers on the way.

“Dooku does not want to harm me.” The Jedi master sighed.
“He…wants to preserve me in a manner. I’m what’s left of his
padawan after all. I’m his grandpadawan. He remembers carrying me
around on his shoulder and feeding me snacks when Qui-Gon wasn’t
looking. He’s just…lost.”

Ahsoka glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. “…You miss
him.”

“I miss the man he was. What he is now…” The copper haired man
hesitated. “He is not the same man.” He settled for.

She reached up and stroked his legs in comfort and Obi-Wan looked at
her, smiling at her. “I’m alright Ahsoka. Sometimes others do
things that’s hard to understand and we have to make as much sense
of it as we can.”

The young padawan thought that over. “Like how Boil pretends he
isn’t madly in love with Waxer by being a big grump?”

“Like that yes. But Waxer knows and loves him in return so it works
out for them. Its sunshine dad and grump dad as Numa said.”

Another Prompt for your Tiny!Obi: Anakin building (or trying to) a fighter/ship that Obiwan can pilot. Images of it being stored in the cargo space of anakin’s ship/fighter. :P

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“Hey…Master Obi-Wan, how do you get vaccines?” Ahsoka pulled
the lollypop Skyguy had given her out of her mouth, blinking
curiously at the tiny master sitting on the table while reading of a
pad that had been propped up against a mug.

“Hmm? Oh, I get put in a containment chamber and have to breath in
the fumes.” Obi-Wan offered absently. “When I come out of it I’m
usually sick as a akk-dog but it works and I have my vaccination.”

“Does it really work?” She blinked.

“Yes. I get sick, I build up immunity to illnesses and some of my
medicines are taken that way too since you can’t really inject me
with hyposprays.”

“And what about bacta tanks?”

“There’s a specially built one. Its even transportable. I think
Anakin has recreated one for the medbay on the Resolute even.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “Just in case.”

“How big is it?” Ahsoka asked curiously.

“About the size of Anakin’s leg, the one in the temple is
elevated so people won’t trip over it and its connected to a normal
computer. The only thing small about it is the size and the
components that directly interact with me, so the tank itself, the
mask, and the straps.” He hummed.

“That’s fascinating.” She leaned back against the durasteel
wall.

That got a chuckle out of Obi-Wan. “You might find the ship Anakin
is trying to build for me fascinating then too if you think so.”

“…What?”

“Anakin is building a ship for me that he says will be capable to
leave a planet and fly through space that’s fit for me in size and
I should be able to drive without the use of Force.” Obi-Wan
offered in amusement. “Or so he claims. I’m still having trouble
imagining such a space craft if I’m honest but Anakin is nothing if
not determined.”

She blinked, staring at the wall for a few moments before looking
back at him.

Obi-Wan raised his brows at the young togruta.

“…Can I see it?”

“Its in the cargo bay. I imagine we can go have a peek at it.”
Obi-Wan stood, brushing his clothes down before moving to the end of
the table expectantly. Ahsoka bounced to her feet and offered her
hand to him, giggling when Obi-Wan used it as a springboard to jump
up to her shoulder and land with ease, holding onto her braid for
support.

“I’m glad you’re back with us. Skyguy was really worried about
you when Dooku had you.” Ahsoka offered as they moved through the
ship, greeting the troopers on the way.

“Dooku does not want to harm me.” The Jedi master sighed.
“He…wants to preserve me in a manner. I’m what’s left of his
padawan after all. I’m his grandpadawan. He remembers carrying me
around on his shoulder and feeding me snacks when Qui-Gon wasn’t
looking. He’s just…lost.”

Ahsoka glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. “…You miss
him.”

“I miss the man he was. What he is now…” The copper haired man
hesitated. “He is not the same man.” He settled for.

She reached up and stroked his legs in comfort and Obi-Wan looked at
her, smiling at her. “I’m alright Ahsoka. Sometimes others do
things that’s hard to understand and we have to make as much sense
of it as we can.”

The young padawan thought that over. “Like how Boil pretends he
isn’t madly in love with Waxer by being a big grump?”

“Like that yes. But Waxer knows and loves him in return so it works
out for them. Its sunshine dad and grump dad as Numa said.”

The first time Anakin met tiny!Obi-Wan? What did he think of him? And how did Tiny!Obi beat Darth Maul? And thank you very much!

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“…And you’re not a robot?” Anakin asked again, staring at the
man on the table.

The Jedi threw his hands to the air and turned to Qui-Gon. “Help!”

“Oh no Obi-Wan. I’m enjoying you explaining this to him.” The
older man chuckled as he sipped his water slowly, enjoying the
sensation of cold and fresh water entering his system.

Obi-Wan grumbled at that and rubbed his face before turning back to
the blond. “Okay, look, I don’t really know to much myself
because there isn’t really much TO know. I was born ill, deathly
ill. My parents gave me over to doctors who in turn gave me over to
scientist for experimental cures. One of them caused me to shrink and
it was permanent. You with me?”

Anakin nodded, blinking down at him.

“Yes well while I shrank, I still grew. So I’m twenty five, I’m
human. I’m just VERY small compared to the world I live in.”

“At least you fit into the huts on Malon IV.” Qui-Gon offered and
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he
continued watching the blond who was absorbing the information.

“So you’re human but tiny. That’s all?”

“Yes. I’m twenty five years of age. I’m twenty nine cms and its
unlikely I will grow anymore and I all my things are specially made
in the Jedi temple. Boots, tunics and robes. I think most of it is
made from the stuff that gets cut of from other Jedi’s things.”
Obi-Wan shrugged.

“He also rides around on my shoulder a lot. people think he’s a tiny doll at times.” Qui-Gon offered with
a small smirk.

“…You’re evil Master.”

“I know, you enjoy it though.”

Anakin giggled at the two.

()()()

“…I’m sorry.”

“…So am I.” Obi-Wan whispered, curled up against Anakin’s
stomach. “…He could be so frustrating… but I never thought…”
He shook and Anakin made a tiny noise, rubbing the others back with
his fingertips like he’d seen Qui-Gon do.

“…He said I’d be a Jedi…what am I going to do now?” He
asked, frightened.

“…You’ll be a Jedi. I’ll take you on as a trainer. That’s
what’s going to happen.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Can…can you do that?”

“They’ll have to karking fight me on it. You’ll be a Jedi and
you’re going to be my padawan Anakin Skywalker. I promise you
that.”

()()()

“You know…” Anakin lifted his master to his shoulder and let
the man settle, a hand holding onto his braid. “I never asked, how
did you defeat the Zabrak?”

“Hmm?” The young knight tilted his head then sighed. “If I’m
honest its a bit blurry from my brush with the dark side.” He
confessed, rubbing his scratchy beard as the twelve year old lifted
his bag up on his free shoulder so they could head out to the
transports.

“Yeah? But what do you remember?”

“…Quite a bit of pain. Echoing through me when my bond to Qui-Gon
snapped.” Obi-Wan stared straight forward. “And…my slipping
control. And I remember using quite a bit of Force and cutting
through the achilles tendon, both of them.”

For Obi-Wan’s inner eye he could still see the way the Zabrak
wobbled before falling backwards into the melting pit. He could still
see him hang onto the little outcrop inside it…and he could still
remember himself Force pushing the man to fall down the rest of the
pit.

He could remember the scream of pain even as he raced to Qui-Gon’s
side.

“…I brushed quite heavily against the dark side that day. Its
amazing they let me train you at all.”

“Well, the holo projection helps quite a bit in saber practice at
least.” Anakin offered.

“And me sitting on your knees to prevent you from escaping
meditation.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

The first time Anakin met tiny!Obi-Wan? What did he think of him? And how did Tiny!Obi beat Darth Maul? And thank you very much!

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“…And you’re not a robot?” Anakin asked again, staring at the
man on the table.

The Jedi threw his hands to the air and turned to Qui-Gon. “Help!”

“Oh no Obi-Wan. I’m enjoying you explaining this to him.” The
older man chuckled as he sipped his water slowly, enjoying the
sensation of cold and fresh water entering his system.

Obi-Wan grumbled at that and rubbed his face before turning back to
the blond. “Okay, look, I don’t really know to much myself
because there isn’t really much TO know. I was born ill, deathly
ill. My parents gave me over to doctors who in turn gave me over to
scientist for experimental cures. One of them caused me to shrink and
it was permanent. You with me?”

Anakin nodded, blinking down at him.

“Yes well while I shrank, I still grew. So I’m twenty five, I’m
human. I’m just VERY small compared to the world I live in.”

“At least you fit into the huts on Malon IV.” Qui-Gon offered and
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he
continued watching the blond who was absorbing the information.

“So you’re human but tiny. That’s all?”

“Yes. I’m twenty five years of age. I’m twenty nine cms and its
unlikely I will grow anymore and I all my things are specially made
in the Jedi temple. Boots, tunics and robes. I think most of it is
made from the stuff that gets cut of from other Jedi’s things.”
Obi-Wan shrugged.

“He also rides around on my shoulder a lot. people think he’s a tiny doll at times.” Qui-Gon offered with
a small smirk.

“…You’re evil Master.”

“I know, you enjoy it though.”

Anakin giggled at the two.

()()()

“…I’m sorry.”

“…So am I.” Obi-Wan whispered, curled up against Anakin’s
stomach. “…He could be so frustrating… but I never thought…”
He shook and Anakin made a tiny noise, rubbing the others back with
his fingertips like he’d seen Qui-Gon do.

“…He said I’d be a Jedi…what am I going to do now?” He
asked, frightened.

“…You’ll be a Jedi. I’ll take you on as a trainer. That’s
what’s going to happen.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Can…can you do that?”

“They’ll have to karking fight me on it. You’ll be a Jedi and
you’re going to be my padawan Anakin Skywalker. I promise you
that.”

()()()

“You know…” Anakin lifted his master to his shoulder and let
the man settle, a hand holding onto his braid. “I never asked, how
did you defeat the Zabrak?”

“Hmm?” The young knight tilted his head then sighed. “If I’m
honest its a bit blurry from my brush with the dark side.” He
confessed, rubbing his scratchy beard as the twelve year old lifted
his bag up on his free shoulder so they could head out to the
transports.

“Yeah? But what do you remember?”

“…Quite a bit of pain. Echoing through me when my bond to Qui-Gon
snapped.” Obi-Wan stared straight forward. “And…my slipping
control. And I remember using quite a bit of Force and cutting
through the achilles tendon, both of them.”

For Obi-Wan’s inner eye he could still see the way the Zabrak
wobbled before falling backwards into the melting pit. He could still
see him hang onto the little outcrop inside it…and he could still
remember himself Force pushing the man to fall down the rest of the
pit.

He could remember the scream of pain even as he raced to Qui-Gon’s
side.

“…I brushed quite heavily against the dark side that day. Its
amazing they let me train you at all.”

“Well, the holo projection helps quite a bit in saber practice at
least.” Anakin offered.

“And me sitting on your knees to prevent you from escaping
meditation.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

Tiny obi wan bonding with the 212th, them being protective of their general.

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“General?” There was someone whispering to him.

“General please wake up, we need to go now.” Obi-Wan grunted at
the voice then shifted as he realized it was Cody’s voice, Cody was
telling him they needed to leave!

He opened his eyes and looked up in surprise at the clone commander
who was not wearing standard clothes at all. “Cody what in all Fo-”

“No time to explain, we need to go, the count will only be
kept busy for so long.” Cody quickly undid the hamster cage and
stuck his hand in, Obi-Wan obediently crawling into it. “General
Skywalker can only detain him for so long. Are you alright?”

“I’m not Force blind and I’m feed.” Cody quickly placed
his General into his usual belt pocket, giving a relieved breath at
the confession. “Oh hey, my blanket!”

Obi-Wan curled up in the pocket, rubbing a hand over his face as he snuggled into the blanket. “Is
it alright if I sleep? Dooku has forgotten that my diet is rather
specialized, perhaps to much sugar and fat with lacking protiens.”

“Of course General, we’ll get you out of here. Trust us.”

“I do.” Obi-Wan curled up in the pocket, wrapping his blanket
around himself slowly with a content little sigh.

()()()

Obi-Wan wakes to the smell of his commander and the sensation of a
fleecy blanket wrapped around him. It makes him smile as for a few
precious moment all he wants to do is remain right where he is and
just continue napping.

So that’s what he does.

He curls up more and sleeps on until he’s lifted out of the pocket
in a gentle hold and placed down somewhere soft.

“He’s been sleeping the entire way. He mentioned something about
a lacking diet so I think he just needs food and to be able to move
around as he needs. Dooku was keeping him in a hamster cage General.”

“A hams-Force…Obi-Wan?” There’s a slight prodding of a
fingertip in his stomach.

And what does one do when someone prods you in the stomach?

You bite.

Obi-Wan bit down as hard as he could and was promptly lifted into the
air, Anakin Skywalker staring down at him as Obi-Wan stared back at
him with his arms wrapped around the mans index finger and his teeth
sunk into the leather of the glove.

“…Um…hi Obi-Wan…did you really just bite down on my finger?”

Holding onto the finger with his arms, Obi-Wan let go with his teeth
and glowered at the other. “Well excuse me, I’ve spent quite a
long week in the captivity of Dooku and I was sleeping just now.
Ventress liked to poke too.” Obi-Wan grumbled and looked down to
make sure there was a surface beneath him before he let himself drop,
brushing of his tunics. “But I’m glad to be out of there, now,
someone mentioned foo-”

“Here General.” Cody instantly placed a ration bar beside him and
Obi-Wan sighed in relief. “Oh good, I was actually growing tired of
nexus gummies.”

He relaxed even more as someone, Trapper he thought, placed a tea cup
beside him full of delicious smelling tea.

It was good to be home.

Tiny obi wan bonding with the 212th, them being protective of their general.

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“General?” There was someone whispering to him.

“General please wake up, we need to go now.” Obi-Wan grunted at
the voice then shifted as he realized it was Cody’s voice, Cody was
telling him they needed to leave!

He opened his eyes and looked up in surprise at the clone commander
who was not wearing standard clothes at all. “Cody what in all Fo-”

“No time to explain, we need to go, the count will only be
kept busy for so long.” Cody quickly undid the hamster cage and
stuck his hand in, Obi-Wan obediently crawling into it. “General
Skywalker can only detain him for so long. Are you alright?”

“I’m not Force blind and I’m feed.” Cody quickly placed
his General into his usual belt pocket, giving a relieved breath at
the confession. “Oh hey, my blanket!”

Obi-Wan curled up in the pocket, rubbing a hand over his face as he snuggled into the blanket. “Is
it alright if I sleep? Dooku has forgotten that my diet is rather
specialized, perhaps to much sugar and fat with lacking protiens.”

“Of course General, we’ll get you out of here. Trust us.”

“I do.” Obi-Wan curled up in the pocket, wrapping his blanket
around himself slowly with a content little sigh.

()()()

Obi-Wan wakes to the smell of his commander and the sensation of a
fleecy blanket wrapped around him. It makes him smile as for a few
precious moment all he wants to do is remain right where he is and
just continue napping.

So that’s what he does.

He curls up more and sleeps on until he’s lifted out of the pocket
in a gentle hold and placed down somewhere soft.

“He’s been sleeping the entire way. He mentioned something about
a lacking diet so I think he just needs food and to be able to move
around as he needs. Dooku was keeping him in a hamster cage General.”

“A hams-Force…Obi-Wan?” There’s a slight prodding of a
fingertip in his stomach.

And what does one do when someone prods you in the stomach?

You bite.

Obi-Wan bit down as hard as he could and was promptly lifted into the
air, Anakin Skywalker staring down at him as Obi-Wan stared back at
him with his arms wrapped around the mans index finger and his teeth
sunk into the leather of the glove.

“…Um…hi Obi-Wan…did you really just bite down on my finger?”

Holding onto the finger with his arms, Obi-Wan let go with his teeth
and glowered at the other. “Well excuse me, I’ve spent quite a
long week in the captivity of Dooku and I was sleeping just now.
Ventress liked to poke too.” Obi-Wan grumbled and looked down to
make sure there was a surface beneath him before he let himself drop,
brushing of his tunics. “But I’m glad to be out of there, now,
someone mentioned foo-”

“Here General.” Cody instantly placed a ration bar beside him and
Obi-Wan sighed in relief. “Oh good, I was actually growing tired of
nexus gummies.”

He relaxed even more as someone, Trapper he thought, placed a tea cup
beside him full of delicious smelling tea.

It was good to be home.

So I love tiny!Obi, but I am super curious about him as a baby in the crèche. Were the crèche masters worried about accidentally squishing or loosing the super tiny baby? Did they just never set him down anywhere? And then when he was a toddler omg, like the stress of a super tiny toddler!

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A sealed box had been delivered to the Jedi temple early one morning.
There had been no sender, no note, nothing.

Just an anonymous, heavy box that held no explanation except for a
flimsi that said it was to be delivered to the Council. And so it was
once it was cleared the inspection it was put through by several
Jedi.

“No other notes with it was?” Yoda asked, raising his eyebrows at
the young knight who shook his head. “No Master Yoda. It arrived,
the person who delivered it was cloaked and we could not get a
positive ID on them, the only thing clear is that they were of
humanoid origins.”

Yoda hummed and looked at Plo who shrugged in return. “Open it we
should then. Anonymous information it may be?”

It was not.

Ploo stared into the box on his lap, his shock pinging through the
Force.

In the box was a tiny humanoid, no bigger then an index finger, kept
in a stasis field with soft tufts of copper hair. What more, they
couldn’t be more then six months old, swaddled in a pale green
blanket in the stasis.

“What in Force name…”

()()()

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi was all of four centimeters long and six and a
half month old.

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi was fully human but had been ill at birth, as a
result, he had been given over to doctors to try and help him who
could do nothing. He had then been given over to scientist who had
given him experimental drugs.

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi had shrunk and it was now an irreversible
state.

And the scientists who had done it feared repercussion.

“Their guinea pig he was I suspect.” Yoda tapped his cane against the
floor, frowning as he looked at the sleeping baby. The moment the
stasis had been removed, Obi-Wan had woken up and started to cry
until he had been picked up and held as gently as possible by the Kel
Dor.

The only reason they knew any of this was the stick of data that had
been in the box.

“But why send him our way?” Sifo questioned.

“If his parents gave him over to doctors, they may not have wished
him in return.” Plo murmured sensible as he tucked the tiny baby to
him.

“He’s Force sensitive, that’s why they sent him this way.”
Jocasta pointed out, gesturing to where she was still scrolling
through the information. “He has a midi-chlorian count of 1736 it
says her though I suspect we’d have to confirm it ourselves.”

“He’s so small though, is there anyway he could be a Jedi?”

“Size matters not.” Yoda cut in then sighed. “Unsafe to send
him from the temple it would be. Unsafe for him. Unsafe for his
abilities. Stay here he will, let the future unfold we shall.”

()()()

Little Obi-Wan had a specially built crib, it was made strong with
high walls in a gyroscope as it hung from a cord around the creche
master’s neck. Inside it Obi-Wan slept or cooed at the world as he
watched it.

But he was safe inside it, that was the most important part as he was
slowly integrated into the Jedi Order.

It would be a long and difficult road for the little crechling, but
Yoda had a feeling that Obi-Wan would manage it just fine. Beside, it
was nice not to be the smallest creature in the Order.

So I love tiny!Obi, but I am super curious about him as a baby in the crèche. Were the crèche masters worried about accidentally squishing or loosing the super tiny baby? Did they just never set him down anywhere? And then when he was a toddler omg, like the stress of a super tiny toddler!

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A sealed box had been delivered to the Jedi temple early one morning.
There had been no sender, no note, nothing.

Just an anonymous, heavy box that held no explanation except for a
flimsi that said it was to be delivered to the Council. And so it was
once it was cleared the inspection it was put through by several
Jedi.

“No other notes with it was?” Yoda asked, raising his eyebrows at
the young knight who shook his head. “No Master Yoda. It arrived,
the person who delivered it was cloaked and we could not get a
positive ID on them, the only thing clear is that they were of
humanoid origins.”

Yoda hummed and looked at Plo who shrugged in return. “Open it we
should then. Anonymous information it may be?”

It was not.

Ploo stared into the box on his lap, his shock pinging through the
Force.

In the box was a tiny humanoid, no bigger then an index finger, kept
in a stasis field with soft tufts of copper hair. What more, they
couldn’t be more then six months old, swaddled in a pale green
blanket in the stasis.

“What in Force name…”

()()()

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi was all of four centimeters long and six and a
half month old.

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi was fully human but had been ill at birth, as a
result, he had been given over to doctors to try and help him who
could do nothing. He had then been given over to scientist who had
given him experimental drugs.

Little Obi-Wan Kenobi had shrunk and it was now an irreversible
state.

And the scientists who had done it feared repercussion.

“Their guinea pig he was I suspect.” Yoda tapped his cane against the
floor, frowning as he looked at the sleeping baby. The moment the
stasis had been removed, Obi-Wan had woken up and started to cry
until he had been picked up and held as gently as possible by the Kel
Dor.

The only reason they knew any of this was the stick of data that had
been in the box.

“But why send him our way?” Sifo questioned.

“If his parents gave him over to doctors, they may not have wished
him in return.” Plo murmured sensible as he tucked the tiny baby to
him.

“He’s Force sensitive, that’s why they sent him this way.”
Jocasta pointed out, gesturing to where she was still scrolling
through the information. “He has a midi-chlorian count of 1736 it
says her though I suspect we’d have to confirm it ourselves.”

“He’s so small though, is there anyway he could be a Jedi?”

“Size matters not.” Yoda cut in then sighed. “Unsafe to send
him from the temple it would be. Unsafe for him. Unsafe for his
abilities. Stay here he will, let the future unfold we shall.”

()()()

Little Obi-Wan had a specially built crib, it was made strong with
high walls in a gyroscope as it hung from a cord around the creche
master’s neck. Inside it Obi-Wan slept or cooed at the world as he
watched it.

But he was safe inside it, that was the most important part as he was
slowly integrated into the Jedi Order.

It would be a long and difficult road for the little crechling, but
Yoda had a feeling that Obi-Wan would manage it just fine. Beside, it
was nice not to be the smallest creature in the Order.

In the tiny!Obi-wan verse, how did obi-wan come to qui-gon’s attention to be chosen as a padawan?

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Qui-Gon didn’t want to say he was hiding per say, but if he had to
face ANOTHER request for tea from anyone in the council he may lose
his damn mind from the sympathy they had for him. Honestly, he wasn’t
stupid, he knew they were trying to check up on him and make sure he
was doing well after the news of Xanatos reached the temple.

His fallen padawan…his pride and joy…

Qui-Gon sighed and rubbed his face and shifted his feet only to
freeze when the Force flashed in warning. He glanced down quickly and
blinked as his foot was only millimeters from a little shape who was
staring up at him with wide green eyes.

“…Hello there.” He offered softly, reaching down. “Who do we
have here.” The little humanoid was wearing an Initiate tunic that
looked messy. “What are you doing out in the gardens little one?”

The little copper haired, Force when was the last time Qui-Gon had
seen a redhead?, stood up slowly and gave Qui-Gon a bow. “Greetings
master, I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi. I…I got dropped of here?” The
little one tried.

“Dropped off?” Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed, looking a bit closer
at Obi-Wan, taking note of ruffled tunic and the way he was avoiding
standing on one leg. “Little one, are you injured?”

“I…my foot kind of hurts Master…” Obi-Wan confessed and sat
down in Qui-Gon’s palm when the other gestured for him to do so.
Carefully the older man reached out with the Force to gauge the
other.

‘Hurting foot my ass, his entire body feels like a sore point.’
Qui-Gon’s brows drew even further in. Dropped of, more like someone
dropped him of deliberately. “Little one, does this happen often?
Does someone…’drop’ you of somewhere?”

Obi-Wan stared at his feet.

It was answer enough for Qui-Gon as he started healing the little
one.

Obi-Wan felt fragile in his hand. Tiny and fragile and like he
thought his life would be over soon.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, how old are you?”

“…Twelve. I’ll turn thirteen in a month.”

Force…where was this little humanoid suppose to go?

Obi-Wan was all of sixteen centimeters tall, he couldn’t go to one
of the cores, standard size would be humongous to him. Qui-Gon tilted
his head, staring at the little Initiate who had his head bent, could
almost hear the others thoughts.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, would you tell me about your grades?”
Qui-Gon questioned softly as he slowly pulled his healing Force away
from him once he was sure everything was healed.

Obi-Wan looked up at him in surprise, blinking before smiling shyly
at Qui-Gon’s honestly interested expression.

‘Well…Master Dooku did always say I had a tendency to bring
strays with me…what’s one more little soul?’ Qui-Gon thought as
he ran a gentle finger over Obi-Wan’s soft hair, watching the
Initiate melt under his touch.

He’d locked his heart away in a durasteel box that was gently being
pried open.

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Qui-Gon didn’t want to say he was hiding per say, but if he had to
face ANOTHER request for tea from anyone in the council he may lose
his damn mind from the sympathy they had for him. Honestly, he wasn’t
stupid, he knew they were trying to check up on him and make sure he
was doing well after the news of Xanatos reached the temple.

His fallen padawan…his pride and joy…

Qui-Gon sighed and rubbed his face and shifted his feet only to
freeze when the Force flashed in warning. He glanced down quickly and
blinked as his foot was only millimeters from a little shape who was
staring up at him with wide green eyes.

“…Hello there.” He offered softly, reaching down. “Who do we
have here.” The little humanoid was wearing an Initiate tunic that
looked messy. “What are you doing out in the gardens little one?”

The little copper haired, Force when was the last time Qui-Gon had
seen a redhead?, stood up slowly and gave Qui-Gon a bow. “Greetings
master, I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi. I…I got dropped of here?” The
little one tried.

“Dropped off?” Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed, looking a bit closer
at Obi-Wan, taking note of ruffled tunic and the way he was avoiding
standing on one leg. “Little one, are you injured?”

“I…my foot kind of hurts Master…” Obi-Wan confessed and sat
down in Qui-Gon’s palm when the other gestured for him to do so.
Carefully the older man reached out with the Force to gauge the
other.

‘Hurting foot my ass, his entire body feels like a sore point.’
Qui-Gon’s brows drew even further in. Dropped of, more like someone
dropped him of deliberately. “Little one, does this happen often?
Does someone…’drop’ you of somewhere?”

Obi-Wan stared at his feet.

It was answer enough for Qui-Gon as he started healing the little
one.

Obi-Wan felt fragile in his hand. Tiny and fragile and like he
thought his life would be over soon.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, how old are you?”

“…Twelve. I’ll turn thirteen in a month.”

Force…where was this little humanoid suppose to go?

Obi-Wan was all of sixteen centimeters tall, he couldn’t go to one
of the cores, standard size would be humongous to him. Qui-Gon tilted
his head, staring at the little Initiate who had his head bent, could
almost hear the others thoughts.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, would you tell me about your grades?”
Qui-Gon questioned softly as he slowly pulled his healing Force away
from him once he was sure everything was healed.

Obi-Wan looked up at him in surprise, blinking before smiling shyly
at Qui-Gon’s honestly interested expression.

‘Well…Master Dooku did always say I had a tendency to bring
strays with me…what’s one more little soul?’ Qui-Gon thought as
he ran a gentle finger over Obi-Wan’s soft hair, watching the
Initiate melt under his touch.

He’d locked his heart away in a durasteel box that was gently being
pried open.