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I LOVED your Xanatos Obsessed story. Maybe you can continue it?

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Staring at them for a long moment, Qui-Gon slowly reached his right
hand up to his right ear…and stuck a finger in it, rubbing it
before dropping his hand and opening his mouth again. “I’m sorry
what?” He asked, staring at Mace and Yoda before looking over at
Jocasta, Plo and Yaddle.

All of them were studiously avoiding his gaze.

“Master Windu, please repeat what you said.” Qui-Gon questioned a
bit desperately, wishing he had heard wrong somehow.

“I said…Du Crion is sending your padawan gifts again… only this
time they’re not… age appropriate gifts. Your padawan may be
eighteen in a years time but that’s still… and he’s a Jedi so
its not like he can accept them anyhow.” The Korun cleared his
throat.

Qui-Gon’s jaw slowly dropped as the situation started to sink in.

“And we’ll be disposing of them of course as befo-”

Qui-Gon’s slightly hysterical voice cut in. “You mean to tell me
Xanatos is sending Obi-Wan adult toys!?” He yelped.

“Using his own member as a mold for them, yes.” Sifo-Dyas
‘helpfully’ supplied. “Along with exotic oils and lube.”

The long haired master’s eyes bugged out a bit in shock and he
stared at the other human with eyes turning ever wider.

“You weren’t suppose to tell him that.” Jocasta grumbled at
him.

Sifo-Dyas just shrugged unrepentant. “Its better he knows then
learns it later. Force knows I would have preferred to know if my
padawan was in any danger from something like this. Like honestly, Du
Crion has been Fallen for a while and a bit creepy but we all know
he’s a stalker when it comes to Padawan Kenobi. Something needs to
be done about him.”

Yoda huffed. “Telos Goverment Du Crion part of is, unable to touch
him without legal repercussion we are. A restraining order we might
be able to get into the works but hard to prove that would be.” He
waved his cane. “Know this Du Crion does, reason why he keeps his
distance this is. Unable to touch him we are.”

Everyone returned to looking at Qui-Gon who was staring out into the
air with a lost expression on his face that slowly turned into a
pained one as if he had a stomach ache. “I’m going to have to
tell Obi-Wan. Kaark.” He dropped his heads in his hands. “He
needs to know…”

Standing, Mace hurried in front of the other and placed his hands on
the others shoulders. “No hasty actions now Master Jinn, he doesn’t
nee-”

Jerking his head up so fast it almost slammed into Mace chin, Qui-Gon
stared at the other with wide eyes. “If you think I’m not going
to tell Obi-Wan about this latest development then you’re off your
karking council position Mac-Master Windu. He’s an adult in a years
time, he needs to know. And he certainly needs to know how far
Xanatos is taking this. Kark we hoped he’d give up interest but its
not going that way, he needs…” Qui-Gon pushed the others hands
off him. “Master Windu, he needs to know. I’ll tell him and then
me and Obi-Wan are going to decide the next step. All I request from
the Council is that we are kept aware of any developing situation and
to keep us out of any missions that is an obvious ploy by Du Crion.
Anything that involves Telos we are to be kept out of.” He rubbed
his face. “Just please for Force sake.”

Mace looked back at his fellow council members before turning back to
Qui-Gon and nodding. “As you want Master Jinn.”

Gratefully, Qui-Gon waited to be dismissed to have yet another
uncomfortable conversation with his padawan.

I LOVED your Xanatos Obsessed story. Maybe you can continue it?

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Staring at them for a long moment, Qui-Gon slowly reached his right
hand up to his right ear…and stuck a finger in it, rubbing it
before dropping his hand and opening his mouth again. “I’m sorry
what?” He asked, staring at Mace and Yoda before looking over at
Jocasta, Plo and Yaddle.

All of them were studiously avoiding his gaze.

“Master Windu, please repeat what you said.” Qui-Gon questioned a
bit desperately, wishing he had heard wrong somehow.

“I said…Du Crion is sending your padawan gifts again… only this
time they’re not… age appropriate gifts. Your padawan may be
eighteen in a years time but that’s still… and he’s a Jedi so
its not like he can accept them anyhow.” The Korun cleared his
throat.

Qui-Gon’s jaw slowly dropped as the situation started to sink in.

“And we’ll be disposing of them of course as befo-”

Qui-Gon’s slightly hysterical voice cut in. “You mean to tell me
Xanatos is sending Obi-Wan adult toys!?” He yelped.

“Using his own member as a mold for them, yes.” Sifo-Dyas
‘helpfully’ supplied. “Along with exotic oils and lube.”

The long haired master’s eyes bugged out a bit in shock and he
stared at the other human with eyes turning ever wider.

“You weren’t suppose to tell him that.” Jocasta grumbled at
him.

Sifo-Dyas just shrugged unrepentant. “Its better he knows then
learns it later. Force knows I would have preferred to know if my
padawan was in any danger from something like this. Like honestly, Du
Crion has been Fallen for a while and a bit creepy but we all know
he’s a stalker when it comes to Padawan Kenobi. Something needs to
be done about him.”

Yoda huffed. “Telos Goverment Du Crion part of is, unable to touch
him without legal repercussion we are. A restraining order we might
be able to get into the works but hard to prove that would be.” He
waved his cane. “Know this Du Crion does, reason why he keeps his
distance this is. Unable to touch him we are.”

Everyone returned to looking at Qui-Gon who was staring out into the
air with a lost expression on his face that slowly turned into a
pained one as if he had a stomach ache. “I’m going to have to
tell Obi-Wan. Kaark.” He dropped his heads in his hands. “He
needs to know…”

Standing, Mace hurried in front of the other and placed his hands on
the others shoulders. “No hasty actions now Master Jinn, he doesn’t
nee-”

Jerking his head up so fast it almost slammed into Mace chin, Qui-Gon
stared at the other with wide eyes. “If you think I’m not going
to tell Obi-Wan about this latest development then you’re off your
karking council position Mac-Master Windu. He’s an adult in a years
time, he needs to know. And he certainly needs to know how far
Xanatos is taking this. Kark we hoped he’d give up interest but its
not going that way, he needs…” Qui-Gon pushed the others hands
off him. “Master Windu, he needs to know. I’ll tell him and then
me and Obi-Wan are going to decide the next step. All I request from
the Council is that we are kept aware of any developing situation and
to keep us out of any missions that is an obvious ploy by Du Crion.
Anything that involves Telos we are to be kept out of.” He rubbed
his face. “Just please for Force sake.”

Mace looked back at his fellow council members before turning back to
Qui-Gon and nodding. “As you want Master Jinn.”

Gratefully, Qui-Gon waited to be dismissed to have yet another
uncomfortable conversation with his padawan.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.

I was wondering if you would be willing to do a dark AU where the clones are really, probably unhealthily, possessive. Preferably one where the find the chips and order 66. Heck, maybe that’s what triggers the whole kit and caboodle; the clones find out they’re supposed to kill their Jedi and just nope the heck out and decide no one’s going to harm their Jedi, or make them do it, either. Regardless of the methods they have to use. Thanks!

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Lowering his cup slowly, Wolffe stared
at Rex. “What do you kriffing mean that we’re suppose to kill
them?” He growled out.

The captain growled back and shook the
chip at the others. “That’s what this is going to make us do.
That’s what Fives said and what Tup figured out. These things.”
He shook the jar lightly. “Are wired up to wipe us of our loyalty
to our Jedi and make us consider them traitors…and then we kill
them.”

Cody touched his own head, staring at
the glass jar. “We ALL have them?”

“Not all of the early generation but
who’s left of them?” Rex looked around. “Four or five out of
what? We are a whole army, a whole army against the Jedi? The old?
The young? The disabled of them? What about the cores?”

Several vods paled until they looked
like ghosts.

They could already imagine what would
happen.

“And our Generals? Who trust us with
their lives? Who shows us their backs? Stars light, Kenobi even lets
Cody carry his lightsaber.”

Cody gave a full body spasm.

“How many blaster bolts can a Jedi
dodge even with a saber?” Rex continued, driving in each point. He
then looked to Wolffe. “What about General Koon in his ship with
the Wolf pack behind him? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Wolffe crushed the cup in his hand,
water pouring over his glove as he stared at his vod.

“…Then what do we do?” Someone
questioned.

“We do what we were made to do. We go
to war and we serve and protect our generals.” Rex leaned in.

()()()

Rubbing a hand over his face, Obi-Wan
slowly set his cup aside. “Force…I feel exhausted.” He sighed,
wondering where the sudden tiredness came from.

“Perhaps a small rest or meditation
then sir?” Cody asked. “We’d inform you if our situation
changes of course.” He added when he saw the Jedi open his mouth to
protest.

That got a small pause then Obi-Wan
nodded. “Yes, that does sound good. Inform me if anything changes
Cody.”

“Of course General.” Both Cody and
the comm personnel watched the Jedi go, Cody slowly counting to
twenty in his head as everyone else milled about as normal.

And then he turned to the comms.
“Longshot?”

The clone smirked. “Come in Echo
team, what’s your position?”

“Still hunting, the bitch is running.
The General?”

“Currently sleeping, you have half an
hour before he works the drugs out of his systems.”

“Copy that sir.”

Cody switched channels. “Commander
Pond? How goes?”

“Droid bait is wearing down. He’ll
burn soon.” Came the icy cold voice of Pond in return and Cody
couldn’t help a vicious grin.

“Good. Any news from Captain Rex?”

“He has a dot on the Sith Master he
says. Refuses to tell us who but he has him.”

Cody nodded that, taking a deep breath.
From what Rex had hinted at it was something high up in the Senate
and therefor anyone still chipped would not be told. Beside, what
they didn’t know they couldn’t reveal.

“And Commander Bly?”

“Still tracking the Count. He says
his General is getting suspicious though.”

Aayla Secura was one smart cookie and
that could be a problem. “Does Bly have any plans of action.”

“Tranq. Its his only plan.” Pond
suddenly went quiet for a few moments. “Kark, General Windu is
waking up.” He hissed. “Razor, tranq him, now.”

‘We’re doing this for a reason, its
for their sake.’ Cody reminds himself, fiddling with the tranq in
his own utility belt. He hopes it won’t come to that point, he’d
rather not have to drug his Jedi twice in one day.

It felt like forever until the comms
suddenly crackled again.

“Echo squad reporting in. The bitch
is down.” There was a blaster impact. “And dead.”

One Sith down, three left.

“Pond reporting in. Droid bait lit up
like a bonfire.”

Two.

Cody had to leave the tent to distract
his General when the third report came in.

“Count is cornered and scared. He’s
surrendering to our General.” That was not part of the plan but
obviously Bly couldn’t get around her. Well perhaps the information
the count would give the Order would help.

And then Rex reported in. “And then
there were none.” His voice sounded viciously satisfied.

Cody would have asked what Rex had done
when the holo display suddenly light up, General Skywalker looking
pale and shaken as he demanded to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is dead! A
sniper!”

Cody exchanged a look, startled look
with Longshot.

‘And then there were none.’

I was wondering if you would be willing to do a dark AU where the clones are really, probably unhealthily, possessive. Preferably one where the find the chips and order 66. Heck, maybe that’s what triggers the whole kit and caboodle; the clones find out they’re supposed to kill their Jedi and just nope the heck out and decide no one’s going to harm their Jedi, or make them do it, either. Regardless of the methods they have to use. Thanks!

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Lowering his cup slowly, Wolffe stared
at Rex. “What do you kriffing mean that we’re suppose to kill
them?” He growled out.

The captain growled back and shook the
chip at the others. “That’s what this is going to make us do.
That’s what Fives said and what Tup figured out. These things.”
He shook the jar lightly. “Are wired up to wipe us of our loyalty
to our Jedi and make us consider them traitors…and then we kill
them.”

Cody touched his own head, staring at
the glass jar. “We ALL have them?”

“Not all of the early generation but
who’s left of them?” Rex looked around. “Four or five out of
what? We are a whole army, a whole army against the Jedi? The old?
The young? The disabled of them? What about the cores?”

Several vods paled until they looked
like ghosts.

They could already imagine what would
happen.

“And our Generals? Who trust us with
their lives? Who shows us their backs? Stars light, Kenobi even lets
Cody carry his lightsaber.”

Cody gave a full body spasm.

“How many blaster bolts can a Jedi
dodge even with a saber?” Rex continued, driving in each point. He
then looked to Wolffe. “What about General Koon in his ship with
the Wolf pack behind him? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Wolffe crushed the cup in his hand,
water pouring over his glove as he stared at his vod.

“…Then what do we do?” Someone
questioned.

“We do what we were made to do. We go
to war and we serve and protect our generals.” Rex leaned in.

()()()

Rubbing a hand over his face, Obi-Wan
slowly set his cup aside. “Force…I feel exhausted.” He sighed,
wondering where the sudden tiredness came from.

“Perhaps a small rest or meditation
then sir?” Cody asked. “We’d inform you if our situation
changes of course.” He added when he saw the Jedi open his mouth to
protest.

That got a small pause then Obi-Wan
nodded. “Yes, that does sound good. Inform me if anything changes
Cody.”

“Of course General.” Both Cody and
the comm personnel watched the Jedi go, Cody slowly counting to
twenty in his head as everyone else milled about as normal.

And then he turned to the comms.
“Longshot?”

The clone smirked. “Come in Echo
team, what’s your position?”

“Still hunting, the bitch is running.
The General?”

“Currently sleeping, you have half an
hour before he works the drugs out of his systems.”

“Copy that sir.”

Cody switched channels. “Commander
Pond? How goes?”

“Droid bait is wearing down. He’ll
burn soon.” Came the icy cold voice of Pond in return and Cody
couldn’t help a vicious grin.

“Good. Any news from Captain Rex?”

“He has a dot on the Sith Master he
says. Refuses to tell us who but he has him.”

Cody nodded that, taking a deep breath.
From what Rex had hinted at it was something high up in the Senate
and therefor anyone still chipped would not be told. Beside, what
they didn’t know they couldn’t reveal.

“And Commander Bly?”

“Still tracking the Count. He says
his General is getting suspicious though.”

Aayla Secura was one smart cookie and
that could be a problem. “Does Bly have any plans of action.”

“Tranq. Its his only plan.” Pond
suddenly went quiet for a few moments. “Kark, General Windu is
waking up.” He hissed. “Razor, tranq him, now.”

‘We’re doing this for a reason, its
for their sake.’ Cody reminds himself, fiddling with the tranq in
his own utility belt. He hopes it won’t come to that point, he’d
rather not have to drug his Jedi twice in one day.

It felt like forever until the comms
suddenly crackled again.

“Echo squad reporting in. The bitch
is down.” There was a blaster impact. “And dead.”

One Sith down, three left.

“Pond reporting in. Droid bait lit up
like a bonfire.”

Two.

Cody had to leave the tent to distract
his General when the third report came in.

“Count is cornered and scared. He’s
surrendering to our General.” That was not part of the plan but
obviously Bly couldn’t get around her. Well perhaps the information
the count would give the Order would help.

And then Rex reported in. “And then
there were none.” His voice sounded viciously satisfied.

Cody would have asked what Rex had done
when the holo display suddenly light up, General Skywalker looking
pale and shaken as he demanded to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is dead! A
sniper!”

Cody exchanged a look, startled look
with Longshot.

‘And then there were none.’