TinyObi

Dooku even in the temple is protective of tiny obi and sneaks him treats

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“Qui-Gon!” Yan hurried through the groups of Jedi to catch up to
his former padawan, smiling slightly at the young man as he stopped
to let Yan catch him. “There you are, I’ve been trying to find
you most of the day.”

The long haired Jedi tilted his head in surprise at that before
smiling in turn. “Ah, I apologize then. I didn’t mean to make you
chase me, I’ve been kind of busy most of the day.”

“So I heard! You have a new padawan Yoda told me.” The older man
glanced around discreetly, hoping to see the new addition to their
linage. Yoda hadn’t told him much but seemed very happy from the
looks of it.

Then he took note of Qui-Gon’s almost embarrassed looking
expression.

No, not embarrassed, uncertain. That was more a long the line of the
expression Qui-Gon was sporting. Unsure about Yan approving of his
new padawan perhaps?

After Xanatos fall, Yan had been keeping a close eye on his former
padawan, trying not to worry to much about the dark pit the other
seemed to have fallen into. But there was a bit more light in the
other now then last he had seen Qui-Gon.

“Yes. Yes Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was an Initiate…he’s twelve.”

“Ah, he almost aged out then?” Yan tilted his head curiously.

“Almost. There’s still a week until he turns thirteen.” Qui-Gon
took a deep breath then shifted, holding his hand out to his tunic.
“Obi-Wan, please come out.”

Yan blinked then stared as the tunic shifted a bit until a little
copper haired being crawled into Qui-Gon’s large palm. “Obi-Wan,
this is my former master. Your grandmaster. Yan Dooku. Yan…” He
looked to the other and swallowed. “This is my new padawan,
Obi-Wan.”

The two stared at each other before Obi-Wan stood up and bowed for
Yan, low and properly. “Greetings master Dooku, its a pleasure to
make your acquaintance.” There was a brilliant light inside the
little humanoid on Qui-Gon’s palm and Yan reluctantly felt his lips
twitch into a small smile as he bowed back before offering his index
finger to Obi-Wan, feeling two small hands come up to shake it. “Its
a pleasure to make your acquaintance padawan Kenobi.”

He absently noting Qui-Gon’s shoulders relaxing and smiled warmly
at the little spark. “I’ll be looking forward to see how your
training progresses Obi-Wan.”

()()()

“You know, he’s going to get fat if you continue feeding him
treats when I’m not looking.” Qui-Gon crossed his arms, unamused
as he watched his grandmaster roll another fancy chocolate ball
towards Obi-Wan, the padawan scampering after as quickly he could so
it wouldn’t roll of the table. “And I would have preferred that
you told me you were taking him for the day.”

Yan chuckled quietly, watching the young padawan. “I figured you
wouldn’t mind. I knew you’d be with Tahl and Micah, effectively
leaving your padawan alone.”

“He was doing homework.” Qui-Gon offered dryly before sitting
down.

“No one likes being alone Qui-Gon. Not for that long.” Yan
offered mildly. “And I am not the only one feeding him treats.”
He smirked.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and reached out, picking Obi-Wan up to settle
the boy on his lap instead, it would be warmer and more comfortable.
“You don’t say. So far I’ve caught you, Yoda, Tahl, Micah AND
Mace. And I’m sure there’s others that I just haven’t seen.”
He stared down at his padawan who gave a doe eyed look as best he
could while continuing to eat his chocolate ball.

“Can you blame us?” Yan smirked and picked up his teacup.

“Bah.”

Dooku even in the temple is protective of tiny obi and sneaks him treats

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“Qui-Gon!” Yan hurried through the groups of Jedi to catch up to
his former padawan, smiling slightly at the young man as he stopped
to let Yan catch him. “There you are, I’ve been trying to find
you most of the day.”

The long haired Jedi tilted his head in surprise at that before
smiling in turn. “Ah, I apologize then. I didn’t mean to make you
chase me, I’ve been kind of busy most of the day.”

“So I heard! You have a new padawan Yoda told me.” The older man
glanced around discreetly, hoping to see the new addition to their
linage. Yoda hadn’t told him much but seemed very happy from the
looks of it.

Then he took note of Qui-Gon’s almost embarrassed looking
expression.

No, not embarrassed, uncertain. That was more a long the line of the
expression Qui-Gon was sporting. Unsure about Yan approving of his
new padawan perhaps?

After Xanatos fall, Yan had been keeping a close eye on his former
padawan, trying not to worry to much about the dark pit the other
seemed to have fallen into. But there was a bit more light in the
other now then last he had seen Qui-Gon.

“Yes. Yes Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was an Initiate…he’s twelve.”

“Ah, he almost aged out then?” Yan tilted his head curiously.

“Almost. There’s still a week until he turns thirteen.” Qui-Gon
took a deep breath then shifted, holding his hand out to his tunic.
“Obi-Wan, please come out.”

Yan blinked then stared as the tunic shifted a bit until a little
copper haired being crawled into Qui-Gon’s large palm. “Obi-Wan,
this is my former master. Your grandmaster. Yan Dooku. Yan…” He
looked to the other and swallowed. “This is my new padawan,
Obi-Wan.”

The two stared at each other before Obi-Wan stood up and bowed for
Yan, low and properly. “Greetings master Dooku, its a pleasure to
make your acquaintance.” There was a brilliant light inside the
little humanoid on Qui-Gon’s palm and Yan reluctantly felt his lips
twitch into a small smile as he bowed back before offering his index
finger to Obi-Wan, feeling two small hands come up to shake it. “Its
a pleasure to make your acquaintance padawan Kenobi.”

He absently noting Qui-Gon’s shoulders relaxing and smiled warmly
at the little spark. “I’ll be looking forward to see how your
training progresses Obi-Wan.”

()()()

“You know, he’s going to get fat if you continue feeding him
treats when I’m not looking.” Qui-Gon crossed his arms, unamused
as he watched his grandmaster roll another fancy chocolate ball
towards Obi-Wan, the padawan scampering after as quickly he could so
it wouldn’t roll of the table. “And I would have preferred that
you told me you were taking him for the day.”

Yan chuckled quietly, watching the young padawan. “I figured you
wouldn’t mind. I knew you’d be with Tahl and Micah, effectively
leaving your padawan alone.”

“He was doing homework.” Qui-Gon offered dryly before sitting
down.

“No one likes being alone Qui-Gon. Not for that long.” Yan
offered mildly. “And I am not the only one feeding him treats.”
He smirked.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and reached out, picking Obi-Wan up to settle
the boy on his lap instead, it would be warmer and more comfortable.
“You don’t say. So far I’ve caught you, Yoda, Tahl, Micah AND
Mace. And I’m sure there’s others that I just haven’t seen.”
He stared down at his padawan who gave a doe eyed look as best he
could while continuing to eat his chocolate ball.

“Can you blame us?” Yan smirked and picked up his teacup.

“Bah.”

For the TinyObi series, can you write him while he’s Qui-Gon’s padawan? (omg, imagine him even tinier!)

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It was a struggle not to smile when he felt the little tug on his
back, along one of the tabards. Yet Qui-Gon managed it and continued
peacefully cooking breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast and tea.

The little tugging continued slowly going upwards until the tugging
reached his shoulder. Qui-Gon shifted his head to look at his padawan
and smiled. “Good morning Obi-Wan.”

“Morning master!” Obi-Wan beamed back at him, holding tightly
onto the fabric so not to fall. “That looks really good.”

“Please don’t fall into the eggs again padawan. We wasted an hour
on getting you clean instead of meeting the council last time.” The
older man chuckled, feeling Obi-Wan shift on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t my fault master, you knocked me into the pan!”

“I was not the one who decided that throwing in salt without
warning me was a good idea.” Qui-Gon reminded his padawan who
promptly started to pout.

“…Can I have honey toast for breakfast?”

“No sugars for breakfast. I know how you get. We are going for the
Council and then we are leaving for our mission. We eat, we ready our
bags and then we go padawan mine.”

Obi-Wan sighed but nodded, bouncing of the others shoulder and
landing in a graceful crouch on the counter. From there he moved to
the, for Qui-Gon at least, tiny cupboard that contained his utensils.

“Do I have to pack my blanket rolls again? can’t I just sleep in
your pocket? I used to before.” Obi-Wan looked upwards.

“You are not a child anymore Obi-Wan, you are seventeen.” The
master murmured. “When you’re knighted, you can’t rely on a
partner all the time.”

“…I’m never going on solo missions Master. You know that and so
do I.” The teen said seriously. Qui-Gon switched the pan to a cool
plate and knelt down so he was eye level with his padawan, equally
serious.

“Obi-Wan, you are more then your size. One day I will get that into
your head.” He reached out and ran his finger over the teens copper
hair. “Your size does not define your mind or your skills. You will
be a magnificent Jedi and I can already see it. But you need to
believe that yourself my padawan.” He scooped the other up and
moved to the table, settling him down. “Now set your plate and I’ll
bring the eggs and toast.”

Obi-Wan smiled shyly up at him and nodded. “Yes Master.” His
stomach squirmed with a bit of pride at how strongly the other
believed in him.

For the TinyObi series, can you write him while he’s Qui-Gon’s padawan? (omg, imagine him even tinier!)

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It was a struggle not to smile when he felt the little tug on his
back, along one of the tabards. Yet Qui-Gon managed it and continued
peacefully cooking breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast and tea.

The little tugging continued slowly going upwards until the tugging
reached his shoulder. Qui-Gon shifted his head to look at his padawan
and smiled. “Good morning Obi-Wan.”

“Morning master!” Obi-Wan beamed back at him, holding tightly
onto the fabric so not to fall. “That looks really good.”

“Please don’t fall into the eggs again padawan. We wasted an hour
on getting you clean instead of meeting the council last time.” The
older man chuckled, feeling Obi-Wan shift on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t my fault master, you knocked me into the pan!”

“I was not the one who decided that throwing in salt without
warning me was a good idea.” Qui-Gon reminded his padawan who
promptly started to pout.

“…Can I have honey toast for breakfast?”

“No sugars for breakfast. I know how you get. We are going for the
Council and then we are leaving for our mission. We eat, we ready our
bags and then we go padawan mine.”

Obi-Wan sighed but nodded, bouncing of the others shoulder and
landing in a graceful crouch on the counter. From there he moved to
the, for Qui-Gon at least, tiny cupboard that contained his utensils.

“Do I have to pack my blanket rolls again? can’t I just sleep in
your pocket? I used to before.” Obi-Wan looked upwards.

“You are not a child anymore Obi-Wan, you are seventeen.” The
master murmured. “When you’re knighted, you can’t rely on a
partner all the time.”

“…I’m never going on solo missions Master. You know that and so
do I.” The teen said seriously. Qui-Gon switched the pan to a cool
plate and knelt down so he was eye level with his padawan, equally
serious.

“Obi-Wan, you are more then your size. One day I will get that into
your head.” He reached out and ran his finger over the teens copper
hair. “Your size does not define your mind or your skills. You will
be a magnificent Jedi and I can already see it. But you need to
believe that yourself my padawan.” He scooped the other up and
moved to the table, settling him down. “Now set your plate and I’ll
bring the eggs and toast.”

Obi-Wan smiled shyly up at him and nodded. “Yes Master.” His
stomach squirmed with a bit of pride at how strongly the other
believed in him.

I love your tinyObi-wan series. Cody was so adorably protective of his general. Could we have more clones being proud of their Tiny!General. Maybe the first time they see him in action, or defending his capabilities to vods in other units.

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“He’s twenty nine cm tall.” Rex smirked at his vod. “My
General might be a fresh one but at least he’s tall enough to see.”

Cody shot him a disgruntled glare. “General Yoda is not that big
either and h-”

“He’s knee length at least.” The blond vod chuckled. “You’re
going to lose your General on the battlefield, just you wait and see.
You’re all going to be running around like chickens without your
heads trying to find him.”

()()()

They did not run around like chickens without their heads.

Because their tiny General was fiercer then even Skywalker was.

He was quicker then any of them and he landed on clankers as if he
was a cannonball made of durasteel. His lightsaber, though smaller
then others, made just the same kind of damage, cutting through the
droids.

And their General made his way INSIDE tanks and dismantled them
before attacks even happened.

“So that comment about chickens…” Cody offered his vod with a
small smirk inside his helmet, Obi-Wan sitting on the visor part of
it while meditating, several tanks looking like they had just turned
themselves of with droids trying to panic repair them.

“Yeah…just…no Cody. I’m not even going there…well done
General.”

“Hmm yes, thank you Captain.” And if the small man was smirking a
bit…well that was his case.

‘Point, set and match.’ Obi-Wan chuckled inwardly.

I love your tinyObi-wan series. Cody was so adorably protective of his general. Could we have more clones being proud of their Tiny!General. Maybe the first time they see him in action, or defending his capabilities to vods in other units.

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“He’s twenty nine cm tall.” Rex smirked at his vod. “My
General might be a fresh one but at least he’s tall enough to see.”

Cody shot him a disgruntled glare. “General Yoda is not that big
either and h-”

“He’s knee length at least.” The blond vod chuckled. “You’re
going to lose your General on the battlefield, just you wait and see.
You’re all going to be running around like chickens without your
heads trying to find him.”

()()()

They did not run around like chickens without their heads.

Because their tiny General was fiercer then even Skywalker was.

He was quicker then any of them and he landed on clankers as if he
was a cannonball made of durasteel. His lightsaber, though smaller
then others, made just the same kind of damage, cutting through the
droids.

And their General made his way INSIDE tanks and dismantled them
before attacks even happened.

“So that comment about chickens…” Cody offered his vod with a
small smirk inside his helmet, Obi-Wan sitting on the visor part of
it while meditating, several tanks looking like they had just turned
themselves of with droids trying to panic repair them.

“Yeah…just…no Cody. I’m not even going there…well done
General.”

“Hmm yes, thank you Captain.” And if the small man was smirking a
bit…well that was his case.

‘Point, set and match.’ Obi-Wan chuckled inwardly.

Continue captured tiny obi With dooku caring for him and keeping him around and treating him delicately.

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“This is MOST undignified.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, glaring up at the count as the man typed away at his computer.

“I am quite sure it is, however, its the safest way to contain you
and keep an eye on you.” Dooku offered primly in return.

“Where did you even get a Force resistant hamster cage!?”

“I had it made, why do you think the second floor is made from
transparisteel? And that there are furniture in it.” Dooku hummed
quietly before taking a sip of his tea and eyeing a report from
Asajj.

Obi-Wan threw the squishy looking armchair behind him a look. “…I
did wonder about that. How long did you plan this?”

“I plan for weeks in advance, as any good tactician should. Is it
adequate?”

“…The bed is softer then I’m used to. It seems ridiculously
expensive for such a little bed.” Obi-Wan sighed then eyed the cup
the other had. “…That looks good. Sapir tea?” He swallowed.

“Yes.”

“…You’ll be a gentleman and give me some too yes?” Obi-Wan
sighed.

Dooku gave a low chuckle but reached into his drawer and pulled out a
small cup and an eyedropper.

He carefully put a drop in the cup and held it out to the cage,
raising an eyebrow as Obi-Wan took the cup from his hands. “Well?”

“Thank you count.” Obi-Wan sighed then sat down in the squishy
armchair and sipped slowly.

“Would you like a choco ball?”

“A whole?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow.

“Good heavens no man, I seen you on a sugar craze. One thirds.”

“Half.”

“Hmm…agreeable.”

Dooku constantly wanting to capture chibi obiwan because he’s going to protect his last piece of quigon. So he forces grievous and assaj to be gentle when capturing him.

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“…I say we just use some humane mousetraps and bait it with
candy.” Ventress finally huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Its close to impossible to get our hands on him, he’s quick.”

“I tried.” Grievous grunted in return. “He broke out of it,
snapped the metal and made a beeline for the consoles, ruined the
inside of it before we knew better and made his escape in a shuttle.”

“…How did he pilot it?”

“With the Force.”

“Urrrgh.” Ventress huffed again. “If only he didn’t want the
man alive, it would be so much easier. Sentimental drivel.”

“…I’m curious, what does the count intend to do with him if we
do capture him. Kenobi has made it clear, he will not turn.” Man
who was more mech then flesh wondered and Ventress blinked at that,
looking at him.

“I don’t know.”

()()()()

“This is most undignified.” Obi-Wan huffed, arms crossed over his
chest as he sat on the floor of the Force enhanced cage.

“Shut it Kenobi. It was this or using insect pads.”

“You could at least have used expensive treats!”

“Kenobi, its not our fault you fell for a Force enhanced mousetrap
baited with gummy nexus.”

“You both do know that Anakin is going to come for me.”

“I am not scared of your former padawan.”

“You should be…also I want more gummies.”

“You ate eight already!”

“Yes well, I’m a Jedi! I burn through energy!”

“How are you not nauseous!”

“Oh screw yourself Ventress.”

I can have more of chibi Obi-Wan?

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“To
the right Anakin please, I can smell something that seems very
interesting for us.” Obi-Wan offered pleasantly and the young
padawan inwardly sighed as he did as told.

When
he had been told that Jedi came in all shapes and sizes, this had not
been on his mind.

Obi-Wan
Kenobi was twenty nine cms tall. And that was it, he’d never get
any bigger yet he was considered a formidable Jedi.

And
Anakin had seen him be it too!

That
was the worst part.

He
was so small most people overlooked him without meaning to and he
could mess people up so badly and bring them to their knees with
words alone!

“Ah
here we go, these pastries, would you please buy me one Anakin?”
His former master requested while swinging his feet back and forth,
sitting on Anakin’s shoulder with a warm smile on his face.

“…Only
one Obi-Wan. I know how you get on sugar. And you’re sharing it
with me. You’re not getting the entire thing alone.” Anakin
warned the man while paying for the pastry. He had to admit, it did
look delicious with sugared
berries and cream in the middle.

“Oh
I know, but I like pastries…you know, its a pity my hover platform
got ruined but I must say, I am enjoying this, reminds me of old
times when I rode on your shoulder.” Obi-Wan patted the other
fondly on the shoulder, smiling.

Anakin
flushed a bit but couldn’t quite contain a pleased smile himself.
“Well…sometimes you needed me to ferry you around.”

“Indeed
I did. I will always be grateful for that…less grateful for the
time you used me as a teddy bear but that is how things work
sometimes.”

“…Please
don’t tell Ahsoka about those times.”

“As
you wish Anakin.” The
Master hummed. “…You know…I used to ride on Qui-Gon’s
shoulder too, or his pocket if we were running away.”

“Heh…I
can imagine that.”

ChibiObi has a habit of sleeping in obscure places. Hoods, open bags, deep in couch cushions, or laundry baskets. Basically anywhere dark and warm. This causes a lot of trouble for Anakin and anyone else who finds him.

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Anakin’s
lips were pressed tightly togheter and he kept staring straight
forward. Occasionally his hands would spasm and his eyes would
flicker around before settling back on the spot on the wall.

“…General Skywalker, is something wrong?” Rex finally ventured,
watching the man closely.

There
was an
eye twitch.

“Skyguy?” Ahsoka raised her brow at him.

Finally the knight took a deep breath. “I’ve lost Obi-Wan.”

There was a sudden silence all over the bridge.

“You…lost him? He’s not just…wandering around?” Ahsoka
offered warily, looking around. “Or sitting in his quarters?”

“…No. I checked…I also checked the tiny droids he uses as
vehicles. And the hover platform Yoda gave him.” Anakin took
another deep breath.

“So you lost your master…somewhere on the Resolute. And he’s
most likely sleeping somewhere. On the Resolute.” He closed his
eyes at the matter of fact summary of the situation.

“Yes but you’re forgetting one thing.”

“And that’s what?”

“The maintenance droids and
cleaning droids on the ship consider Obi-Wan vermin because he’s as
big as most vermin infestations we’ve had and they can’t
distinguish Obi-Wan from those. And some of those droids are equipped
with fire blasters.”

“Oh…Oh kriff.”  Ahsoka looked around with wide eyes.

“Just help me find him.”

Both Jedi and several none essential clone troopers start looking
high and low, hoping they will find the tiny Jedi Master before the
droids could spot him.

Cody meanwhile leaned on a control panel, his helmet held upside down
in his arms as he watched them go. Then he smiled into it, watching
his tiny General sleep peacefully in the helmet, tucked up in scraps
of fabric that Cody managed to find.

‘Serves General Skywalker right, forgetting you in the droid
maintenance rooms of all place.’ He peers around then reaches into
the helmet and strokes his finger over the fluffy copper hair before
tucking the fabric scraps around the man like a blanket.

What Obi-Wan didn’t know didn’t hurt him. Beside, Cody honestly
thought the Jedi enjoyed the gentle touches.

His sleepy little General. ‘I wonder if I can find footage of him
training General Skywalker, might be amusing to watch the man take
orders from a twenty nine cm big Jedi master.’ He grinned a bit to himself.