Zuru

Distant Pain, how does obi react to having Dogma transfer to him? Are there other clones that transfer to his unit as well? And you mentioned that Quinlan was looking for info about the Chancellor. How is that going?

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Pausing, cup at his lip, Obi-Wan stared at the trooper over his cup,
blinking slowly. “…I’m sorry, I think I spaced out there a
moment. What did you say Dogma?” He demanded incredulously.

Because
he couldn’t have heard right, could he?

Dogma
couldn’t have said what Obi-Wan heard…right?

The
other shuffled a bit, standing at Obi-Wan’s bedside as the medic
still hadn’t allowed him out of bed. “I… I have requested a
transfer to your battalion and it was granted, I am now officially
under your command though the paperwork is still in transit.” Dogma
licked his lips but outside of the shuffle, didn’t move from his
parade rest.

Lowering
his cup, Obi-Wan stared at the other before glancing at Zuru and then
back to Dogma. “…Dogma, I don’t have a battalion.” He
carefully pointed out.

Dogma
slumped a bit, looking stricken.

It had
been like this since the start of the war though. Just him, just
Zuru, just black ops missions.

‘But
you’re no longer doing black ops missions are you. You are removed
from them, effective weeks ago by the rest of the council.’ A voice
pointed out that sounded a lot like a very smug Siri as Obi-Wan
turned contemplative, focusing on his cup and the steaming tea.

Would
that mean he had to get a battalion?

The
idea of being responsible for so many was not an idea that sat well
with Obi-Wan, it was one thing to work alongside the troopers.

It was
another to be responsible for their lives, to make sure they
survived.

Obi-Wan
could keep Cotton and Zuru alive, but an entire battalion…

‘But
I can keep Dogma alive…’ He slowly raised his eyes to look at
Dogma, a small huffing laugh escaping him. “Very well, I guess I
have to start somewhere and I imagine the rest of the council won’t
be leashing me down any time soon.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly,
relaxing against the headboard as Dogma instantly perked up.

“I
won’t let you down sir!” He barked out, lifting his hand in
salute.

“First
off, when we’re alone, you can call me Obi-Wan then Dogma,”
Dogma’s lip twitched a bit and Obi-Wan repressed a chuckle, knowing
fully well why the other was named as he was. “Second, I guess it’s
time I pick a paint huh.” He looked to Zuru.

The
pilot smirked, leaning his elbows on Obi-Wan bed. “Well, my armor
already has black symbols on it but I wouldn’t say no to some
silver.” He teased, winking at Dogma, who shot him a slightly
scandalized look, a twitch in his Force aura betraying his amusement.

“Black
and silver huh…” Obi-Wan mused, lifting the cup to his lips
before grinning. “Well, why not. If I’m stepping out of the dark
to be one of the Jedi peace keepers once more, why not be flashy and
attract some attention.” He glanced to Zuru, the man staring at him
in turn.

Then a
wide grin crossed his face. “Really? I can paint my entire armor in
silver and black if I want?” He shifted closer.

Dogma
looked between them in confusion.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle at Zuru’s excitement. “Sure, why
not. Go nuts Zuru.” He encouraged quietly.

“Um,”
Dogma raised his hand, looking a bit uncomfortable at interrupting
but clearly also confused and wanting to know. “Am I… missing
something here sir?” He looked between them, moving closer when
Obi-Wan patted the bed.

Gingerly,
he sat down at Obi-Wan’s bedside, sitting with his thigh up so he
could face Obi-Wan but also see Zuru at his side. “Because of our
black ops status, Zuru hasn’t really been able to paint his armor
like many other vode do,” Obi-Wan explained. “Less chance of
anyone singling him out if they recognize the symbols of his armor. I
am noticeable myself of course but I can also make people forget me
with the Force if strictly necessary.” He took a small sip of his
tea, not mentioning that if push came to shove, Obi-Wan could also
defend himself, both physically and in court, should something
happen.

He
knew he was depriving Zuru of something that belonged to the culture
of the vode, but at the same time, the worry of someone recognizing
and using Zuru… harming him…

No,
that was something Obi-Wan couldn’t live with.

Therefore,
Zuru had only used black paint very sparsely on his armor and Obi-Wan
had used nothing on his own in solidarity with the other.

“Well,
we can go and get armor paint down in the quartermaster bay, I know
there is blue for sure but there is also other colors.” Dogma had
clearly tuned Obi-Wan out a bit in excitement as he gave his focus to
Zuru, both excited by the prospect of fixing up their armors.

‘…I
could get comfortable with this…’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but
think, Cotton jumping up on the bed to snuggle up to Obi-Wan’s hip,
Zuru and Dogma discussing armor designs and how Dogma would either
need to scrub his blue 501st paint or do two layers to
cover up the blue fully.

Latest DistantPain was OMG! Sooo much feels. I can see Dogma going to Zuru to ask how to help look after Obi (we know he doesn’t know how to properly look after himself) and pet Cotton as a stress relief after hearing what kind of crazy Obi gets into ^^ Thanks for that and everything else you give to us Moddy :)

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Pausing, his hand in the feathers on the dragons back, Dogma stared
at the exasperated pilot for several long seconds, mouth open as he
tried to get it to work.

He
couldn’t quite before he finally made a spluttering noise.

“Yup.”
Zuru simply sighed, lifting his metal cup to take a sip of caff.

More
spluttering ensued in the little cleaning cupboard of an office they
had managed to get for privacy.

When
he had hunted down the vod to ask about the General, this was not
what he expected. “He just ran out strapped with bombs?”
He finally managed to question in despair.

Zuru
shot him a look. “I am so envious that none of your Jedi do but
yeah, General Kenobi does that bi-weekly practically.” He sighed
loudly.

Aghast,
Dogma continued petting through Cottons feathers. “He’s done it
more than once?” He gasped.

Snorting
deeply, Zuru waggled his hand around in a sweeping motion. “Once a
week at least when we’re on the black ops missions. He straps the
belt to his body so he can put the bombs on and carry more and if
he’s feeling particularly self-destructive, he’ll also float some
after him as he runs out, cackling.” He sighed loudly before
reaching up and scratching through his wavy hair with a grimace,
muttering to himself about a haircut.

Not
that Dogma blamed him, Zuru didn’t look like he liked having long
hair like Tup or Helix from the 212th, he just looked like
a trooper who had been unable to get a haircut. Hesitating a bit,
Dogma rubbed Cotton’s belly before gesturing at Zuru. “Would…
would you like me to cut your hair? I’m quite proficient.” He
gestured to his own hair.

Zuru
paused in surprise, staring at Dogma and for a moment he wondered if
he had overstepped himself with the vod only for the pilot to smile
in utter relief. “I forget how easy things are now that I’m
around other troopers. Its usually just me and the General, so he
tends to cut my hair… I’d love it if you cut it.” Zuru stated
before taking another sip.

Lifting
Cotton into Zuru’s lap, Dogma stood. “Just let me…” He
gestured vaguely, scurrying off when Zuru nodded to fetch his
clippers.

Ten
minutes later he returned, finding Zuru had drunk up his caff with
Cotton no where in sight. “Ran of to hunt.” The pilot offered as
Dogma shot him a curious look, pointedly glancing to the pilot’s
empty lap. Nodding in understanding, Dogma handed the towel over to
the man, watching Zuru wrap it around his shoulders to catch any
hairs that came down.

What
came on the floor the vacuum mouse droid would take care of.

Putting
the buzzer on his usual setting, Dogma hesitated before looking to
Zuru. “What length do you prefer, mine or what?” He quietly
questioned.

“Honestly,
can you buzz it as short as yours but give me a fade?” Zuru
questioned hopefully, letting out a quiet ‘yiss’ when Dogma
nodded.

Getting
to work, Dogma let the buzzer noise fill the air as he slowly worked
through the length of hair. “…Been a while since you cut your
hair considering it was down to your ears if this is how you prefer
it.” He noted quietly, working the hair off the others scalp.

“Like
I said, the General was the one to cut my hair,” Zuru hummed. “And
he’s been so busy lately and I forget that… well, I have vode
around now. I’m not used to it.” He stated more quietly,
remaining perfectly still as Dogma cut his hair.

Only
the buzzer sounds filled the silence for several minutes before Dogma
decided to speak up again. “If you want, I’m more than willing to
help you out Zuru. You and the General both if either of you need
anything.” He offered quietly, changing the setting to start on the
fade of Zuru’s haircut from the top down.

“Ya
know… I think I’d like that Dogma. So would General Kenobi.”
The other trooper murmured, his voice seemingly fond.

Dogma
wasn’t too familiar with reading emotions honestly but, he thought
Zuru sounded fond.

‘Maybe
I can transfer to General Kenobi…?’ Dogma wondered, carefully
fading down Zuru’s hair.

So DistantPain, what next? I would presume that Obi-Wan would cover for Dogma. But he also is going to take a while to heal and I feel like this Obi is even worse about staying still than other versions. Does he just up and disappear for long stretches at a time? And come back with multiple ear piercings? Like a multi-prong industrial earring and Kix and/Or Helix is just all «Why?!»

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Now,
one could say that they should have expected something
would happen in his absence
but honestly, Kix did not expect it at all when he walked into the
medbay to find his recently released from the bacta tube Jedi vod
sitting on his bed with Zuru carefully setting a four pronged
industrial earring into the newly pierced left ear, Obi-Wan
petting Cotton on his lap.

The
sight caused Kix to freeze in the doorway, feeling General
Skywalker
bump into his back even as his eyes remained on the Jedi and the
pilot, taking in what he was seeing as Zuru capped the last of the
prongs safety guards in.

Four
bright red tipped prongs along the upper cartilage of the ear, shiny
golden bars threading through and straight down into a bright red gem
no larger than the size of a pinky nail encased in gold which again
had three smaller red gems below that again.

It
was an impressive sight to be sure, fetching too.

However…

“What
the blazes
do you two think you’re doing?!” Kix snapped out, outraged as he
marched into the room.

Zuru
jumped a bit, turning guiltily in the medics direction.

Kenobi
however, that son of a bitch, only gave him a lazy look, settling
back against the bed frame without pausing in his petting of the
feathered dragon. He cut Kix off before the medic could demand
answers. “I figured you wanted to keep me in bed and this gave me
something to do. Thought you would appreciated
me staying in bed and Zuru figured the same, so he gave in to me when I asked since this place is sterile.”
He shrugged a bit, wincing when sore muscles protested.

Pausing
at that, Kix gave the other a hesitant stare before rubbing his face
and sighing. “Well, you’re right in that but kark it
General Kenobi,
you better keep that thing clean. I don’t need you getting an ear
infection and losing that ear, sir.”
He glared at the Jedi.

“Wait,”
Zuru jumped a bit, looking between his Jedi and the medic. “That
can happen?!” He squeaked then lifted his finger at Kenobi’s
nose, the Jedi going cross eyed at it. “You said this was safe!”
He accused nervously.

Once
more, Kenobi showed no sign
of guilt
and Kix felt the urge to strangle their Jetiise vod. He
just shrugged and gave a small yawn in response. “Oh, it’s
totally safe unless you’re an idiot. I know how to keep a piercing
clean, believe you me, I’ve had them in other more risky places.”
Obi-Wan grinned at them, showing off not quite clean teeth to them.

No
tooth brushing inside a bacta tube after all and teeth continue to
develop plaque.

All
three stared at Obi-Wan.

Finally
it was General Skywalker who responded. “I have no idea what to say
to that.” The blond finally got out, eyes wide with the images most
likely being developed in his head.

Kenobi,
that fucker, only shrugged.

“Idiot
jetiise vod…” Kix hissed quietly to himself, not meaning to be
overheard by anyone.

Only
for Kenobi to shift a bit on the bed, his cheeks turning slightly
pink as he looked away from Kix.

Blinking
at that, taking in the reaction even as Skywalker finally distracted
Obi-Wan by asking about Krell and the incident on Umbara, Kix noted
down the reaction and looked questioning to Zuru, causing the pilot
to hesitate before he quickly signed out of view for Obi-Wan.
‘Later.’

Well,
that was no less explaining and made the response Obi-Wan had even
more worrying to Kix, something told him he was not going to be happy
with the explanation.

And
if he was to take a major guess, it had to do with the glimpses they
had seen of how broken Obi-Wan was.

Which
meant that Kix would do well in including Rex when Zuru gave him the
explanation.

‘Great
winds, having a Jedi brother is exhausting,’ Kix sighed, listening
to Obi-Wan collaborate the version the clones had with him dealing
with Pong Krell and no clones being involved. ‘But… he is worth
it.’ Kix lips quirked into a small, fond smile, watching Obi-Wan
bullshit General Skywalker for Dogma’s safety and life as
the first of many people he’d have to bullshit and refine the story
for without them getting to know it was really Dogma.

Well,
not that Kix really thought Skywalker was an issue, but the man had a
problem with keeping his mouth shout or at least keeping a secret.

‘Secret’
affair with the Senator, more like Kix foot up Skywalker’s ass when
he kept casually testing the man for STD just to see if he’d blow
his cover while stammering that he wasn’t having sex with multiple
people.

Hey,
Kix had to get his jollies SOMEHOW.

Distant pain! Oh no Obi-Wan! DX

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The
world comes back in snatches.

Darkness
rules for the most part but there are moments, the feeling of a warm
hand against his, feathers pressing against his neck, quiet voices
around him, the hum of machines and the vague
feeling of floating around.

And
yet it takes time.

He
hears someone argue, quietly, over moving someone and how its not
safe.

Another
argues, tiredly, that they need to move soon, that someone is coming.

He
goes under again, just floating, feeling something brush against his
mind, something warm and… and concerned?

It
pushes him, gently and Obi-Wan finally wakes enough to open his heavy
eyes, feeling grit in the corner as he stares up at the tent, feeling
tubes down his throat and up his nose and a warm hand wrapped around
his.

His
head felt heavy and his ears like cotton as he blinked slowly,
hearing muffled noises as he forced himself more awake.

Obi-Wan
tried
talking but ends up choking and suddenly there is activity, the hand
slipping from his and hands coming up on his shoulders instead as
Zuru suddenly comes into view, calling for Kix as the pressure in
Obi-Wan’s ears pop.

Which
meant he could now hear finally. “Easy
General, easy, we’ll get them out, that’s it, just keep
breathing,” Kix was talking. “Easy Tracyn senaar vod, easy, just
let me…” Obi-Wan gagged as Kix pulled the tube out of his throat,
moisture gathering in the corner of his eyes and rolling down his
cheeks and onto the pillows from the pain and discomfort and then the
tube was gone, Obi-Wan gasping a bit for air.

Fingers
gently touched his cheek, wiping away at the wet tracks.

Zuru.

Obi-Wan
could have sobbed as he forced his eyes open, blinking up at the man,
Cotton sitting on the pilot’s shoulder, chirping worriedly down at
Obi-Wan.

Weakly,
Obi-Wan reached out into the Force to the animal and sent as soothing
an emotion he could to the animal.

Kix
meanwhile was carefully touching him, focused on his chest for the
most part, testing his reaction, murmuring to himself and nodding at
times before breathing out in relief. “We can transport you now.
Get you to the Resolute and get you into bacta General.” He smiled
down at him.

Blinking
back at him, Obi-Wan let out a small noise and then eased up as he
felt Cotton settle into the spot between his neck and pillow, the
feathered face, nuzzling gently and easily into him, aware that
Obi-Wan was injured and therefore being gentle.

Zuru
opened his mouth only for there to be a shift behind him, both Kix
and Zuru looking towards where Obi-Wan assumed the tent flap was.

And
then he heard the familiar voice of Captain Rex, the man giving a
relieved noise as he came over, joining the other three at the bed to
look down at Obi-Wan. “It’s good to see you awake General, we
were rather worried.” He stated.

Obi-Wan
made a raspy noise then grunted and closed his eyes, too tired to
really do anything.

It
was just too much and his mind was still so foggy.

But
in that fog, beyond everything… He could still feel that presence
that had pushed him awake, pushed him to fight.

‘Damn
it old man, why?’ Obi-Wan thought faintly before grunting faintly
as he felt a hypospray be set, Kix speaking with Rex as Zuru gently
stroked Obi-Wan’s hand until the Jedi fell into a drgu induced
asleep.

()()()

“I
wanted to speak with him Kix.” Rex frowned at the medic, watching
him getting the gurney ready to strap the Jedi down so they could
finally leave for the Resolute.

“I
know, but it will have to wait Captain, until we’re on ship,” Kix
paused suddenly, hands pressed to the gurney straps, staring at him.
“I know it’s an important conversation, I promise you’ll get
the time for it but he needs to rest right now. I won’t submerge
him until I’ve gotten to fix his internals and he needs to be awake
for that, so you’ll get to have your conversation with him.” Kix
promised, quiet but intent.

Breathing
out, Rex nodded slowly before turning sharply to go get the rest of
the camp packed up too.

They
needed to get out of dodge before Ventress showed up to kill their
Jetii vod. ‘And once on ship, I’ll speak with General Kenobi
about covering for Dogma…’ Rex nostrils flared a bit and he hoped
the other would cover for Dogma.

He
didn’t want to lose another vod.

Distantpain: gosh what comes after that little nice Jedi display?

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The
moment the royalty was gone, Obi-Wan’s smile turned into a sneer as
he made an obscene gesture with both hands before turning around.
“Zuru!” He roared only to catch the water bottle the trooper was
throwing even before his name was called.

Instantly
he uncorked it and tipped his head forward to run the water through
it, growling faintly as he fluffed one hand through his longer top
mop, washing out whatever he had it to make it look nice and proper.

Then
he dropped the bottle to reach into his belt, pulling out a small
tube that he squirted into his hand and rubbed between both, fluffing
the content into his still wet hair. There was the smell of ozone in
the air and suddenly the mohawk was back, Zuru looking utterly bored
as they watched Kenobi use the Force to make himself look ‘normal’
again.

Tabards
got thrown and the Jedi marched into his tent while spitting curses.

Blinking
slowly, Zuru shrugged and gestured after his Jedi. “Ladies and
gentlemen? Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He
stated lazily with a small smirk as everyone stared at each other.

“…I’m
not sure if I should be impressed or a bit disturbed by how easily
that switch came.” Cody stated.

“What
did he do to his, I mean… his hair?” Rex stated, absently
floating his hands along his hair while blinking confusedly.

Shrugging,
Zuru stood and retrieved Cotton from the captain’s lap to carry
her. “He basically did a thing where he says lighting goes through
his hair in a round about way, drying it and making it gravity
defying in a jiffy. He’s done it a few times when time is short or
he’s upset.” He stated before dismissing himself, wandering to
the tent.

Tugging
the flap away, he slid in and watched the Jedi as Obi-Wan shifted
into his preferred armless undershirt and tabards over again, the man
huffing and grumbling as he moved about before finally sinking to his
knees.

Sitting
down on the bunk, Zuru let Cotton scramble off him and into Obi-Wan’s
lap instead, the two quietly observing each other before the pilot
spoke. “You feeling better now?” He questioned.

Grunting,
Obi-Wan scratched Cotton’s feathers before sighing. “Yeah, yeah I
am now. I just hate dealing with people like that, smiling as if they
want to eat you, knowing they serve fucking gold on plates and
consume it while others die to mine it.” He sneered before
breathing deeply.

Humming
faintly, Zuru watched his Jedi, smiling sadly to himself. ‘He wears
a smile as if it’s a weapon instead of a comfort…’ He mused to
himself then stood and nodded. “I’ll let you meditate then
Obi-Wan, I imagine we’re done here then?”

Sighing,
Obi-Wan nodded again. “The Empress will slide with the Republic,
hopefully that means we can leave but we have to speak to the council
first and see if that means we can entrust it all to the planets own
forces.” He stated dryly.

Nodding,
Zuru saluted and then wandered out, almost walking smack into Jinn
and if it hadn’t been for the man grabbing him and steadying Zuru
by his shoulders, he would have fallen over. “Sir!” Zuru
squeaked.

“Zuru,”
Jinn greeted, a small smile on his face before glancing at the tent
flaps and then back at Zuru. “…Is he alright?” He asked
quietly.

Hesitating,
the pilot stared up at the other before shrugging as the big hands
fell from his shoulders. “Frankly sir, he hasn’t been alright
since you left him in
the high General chamber all those years ago but
there’s not much to do about that, the
past is already done, the future is what we have.”
He stated quietly and bluntly before moving around the Jedi to go do
some shooting range with the rest of the pilots.

Jinn
could do with that information as he wished to, Zuru wasn’t going
to interfere unless that idiot did something wrong against Zuru’s
ori’vod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Jedi and a vode.

Hey, I love #DistantPain so much. Is the story on AO3? And if not could it be? And also, I love Obi Wan’s relationship with Zuru and the clones, could we have more of them in general cause I can’t get enough at all. Just more and more and more of Obi Wan and his relationship with the clones, especially Zuru.

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Slamming
the rotgut down, Zuru wiped the back of his mouth and looked around
at the wide eyes of his vode. “So there we are, sitting in the
downed craft and Cotton is miles away and we know that no one is
going to reach us in time and I’m already preparing my little
prayer cause you never know, I mean we work with people who can throw
stuff around with their minds so there might be some higher being
around so
why the kark not.”
When Zuru had joined his vode for their little Jedi dish out, he
hadn’t been quite sure what to expect.

He
normally wasn’t around other clones long enough to join in on one
of these or was too busy with Obi-Wan to really join though Obi-Wan
did try to push him towards his brothers.

But
knowing now that the troopers took their chance to vent about their
Jedi and all the crazy shit they got up to, like the time Skywalker
went balls to the walls in to save a little astromech or the time
Jinn jumped off a cliff with no warning to engage with the droids…
well now Zuru kind of wished he had because getting to dish up on
Obi-Wan and his crazy things was doing Zuru a world of good.

Along
with the alcohol of course.

So
much rotgut and Zuru wasn’t sure the last time he drank this much,
maybe last time Obi-Wan decided to drink that cantina under the
table…

Waving
his glass out for someone to fill it, Zuru licked his lips. “But
then Obi-Wan stands up and goes ‘karking sons of bitches are gonna
eat lead!’ and marches over to one of the crates that got loaded up
Cato Neimoidia that I just assumed were some kind of food shit and
such and as I watch my Jedi and learn that nooo
that’s not what it is,” Zuru took a heavy gulp of the rotgut.
“What I’ve been carting around in my bouncy shuttle as we tried
to reach a battle ground is unstable, experimental grenades
from
the black weapon market that my Jedi somehow managed to sniff out and
he straps them to his body in a weapon harness and kicks out the
shuttle door, marching out.” Zuru’s drink sloshed out of his
glass and over his hand, down his wrist as he gestured around.

Faintly
he could hear someone whimper a soft ‘noooo’ somewhere in the
back as he told his story that told him that so far Zuru was winning.

He
gestured with his free hand, pointing. “And then I kid you not, he
turns around and grins at me with all teeth and goes, ‘Its a good
day to die Zuru!’ before jumping out hollering to make sure to get
every clanker’s attention in a mile as he races out strapped with
grenades like some kind of make shift kamikaze Jedi shaped weapon!”
Groaning, Zuru sat back, sipping his drink.

“What
happened next?” Rex questioned in horror, having been the one in
the lead with the story of how Skywalker and Tano threw him off a
wall and catching him before he went splat, still having nightmares
about that.

Snorting
painfully, getting some alcohol up in his nose, Zuru waved his hand.
“Oh that’s the best part because this is my Jedi yeah? So I can’t
just hide back in the shuttle, so I scramble forward to look at the
least and here is my jackass Jedi, using a broken piece of the
shuttle as a makeshift shield as he floats the karking grenades into
perfect height and kicks
them towards the droids where he needs them like they’re some kind
of soccer ball sized plaything and not painfully unstable grenades!”
He rubbed his face with a loud groan as he sat back on the crate he
was using as a chair, his armor creaking a bit.

He
needed to wipe it down but that wouldn’t be this night, not with
how drunk he currently was with how much he had been plied with
alcohol.

Faintly
Zuru could hear one of the armory vode whispering a faint ‘fuuuuuck’
of horror to his left as they all took in the fact that Obi-Wan
Kenobi was crazy enough to not just get unstable weapons but also
transport them without telling the pilot and then strap them to his
own body.

That
didn’t even touch the subject of him kicking
them with the Force to land them in groups of droids.

“How
the kark are you still alive?” Commander Cody managed to ask in
weak alarm and awe.

Snorting
deeply, Zuru sighed. “Because anyone who touches me is going to get
ripped apart by Obi-Wan or by proxy Cotton, that’s why, he’s as
protective as he’s insane frankly and I guess I should be grateful
about that but damn if I don’t wish my Jedi took better care of
himself. I mean you all saw his little sparring round.” He grumbled
as he relaxed.

Shaking
his head, Captain Rex pushed the bottle by his side over to Zuru. “I
think its safe to say that Zuru wins the whiskey. Drink it with it
with the respect it requires my friend… shit, he’s insane.”
Rex hissed to himself.

Pulling
the bottle over and eyeing it, Zuru nodded and stuck it down beside
the crate. He had way too much rotgut already and there was no way he
was cracking that bad boy open right now and hell, Obi-Wan was the
reason he won it, he might share a cup.

Maybe.

Can we get some more of DistaintPain? Slightly unhinged, no-holds-barred is one of my fav flavours of Kenobi. He can’t run forever–from himself or Qui-Gon. Which will he hit first? Will he shatter spectacularly? Will Qui-Gon be his usual ‘oh no i am a bad person mope mope mope’? We still don’t know what happened on Naboo. Is that a factor? «No one knew what Obi-Wan had done…» [as always, you are a gem <3 ty for writing]

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The
morning went of pretty easily Obi-Wan would like to claim but
breakfast came and went and there was nothing to do though Obi-Wan
had fixed himself up so Zuru wouldn’t have a minor fit about
Obi-Wan’s health.

Cotton
was still hunting and Zuru was for once getting to enjoy actual
quality time with vode that wasn’t rushed or subject to leaving any
moment.

It
was moments like this that made Obi-Wan somewhat regret he didn’t
lead more men but he was best as a single unit but maybe if he could
get another pilot?

A
co-pilot for Zuru would be good, another brother to spend time with.

However
right now Obi-Wan needed something to do and he wasn’t about to
mess with Zuru’s ship without the trooper there.

Pursing
his lips, Obi-Wan marched over to Zuru’s shuttle and climbed in,
pulling out training gear as he was bored and there was no one to
stop him. Zuru sent him a slightly gimlet eye but let him drag out
the training droid casket and the folded in metal staff he used for
training purpose.

Heading
far enough away from the tents and ships to not damage anything or
accidentally get thrown into a ship or tent, Obi-Wan dropped the
casket and kicked it, staring down at the metal box while ignoring
his aching toes.

Nothing
happened.

“Zuru!
It won’t open!” He yelled in frustration.

The
other turned from the circle of vode he was speaking to, narrowing
his eyes. “Did you kick it?!” He called back.

Pursing
his lips, refusing to say he was pouting, Obi-Wan nodded as Skywalker
was summoned out of his tent by the noise. “I kicked it!” In a
tone that implied he was not
an idiot.

“Did
you activate it first
or did you just kick it General!?” Zuru answered back with in a
tone that clearly told him that yes, Obi-Wan was
an idiot.

Muttering,
Obi-Wan crouched down, hiding his coloring cheeks by turning his head
down though clearly he wasn’t fooling Zuru if that little snort was
any indication as Obi-Wan pushed the buttons in the right sequence
before straightening.

And
then he kicked the box.

Finally
it activated, the training droid slowly lengthening and straightening
out until it was a fully humanoid sparring partner.

Shaking
out his staff to full length, Obi-Wan initiated his usual setting and
was promptly backhanded.

In
a real fight, everything was allowed and the fucking droid knew it.

Snarling,
tasting blood in his mouth as
he backed up on the grass,
Obi-Wan barely brought up his staff in time to block it as
the droid had used Obi-Wan’s distraction to bring out its own
weapon, the ends sparking ominously but Obi-Wan already knew that
they were electrically charged. He had chosen this training droid for
a reason after all.

His
fights were always against someone suppose to be better, stronger or
have more people at their disposal. So Obi-Wan had to be faster,
cleverer and fight better.

Bearing
his bloody teeth at the blank faced droid, Obi-Wan pushed back and
got into position.

()()()

Watching
his masochistic General for a moment, Zuru sighed and shook his head.
“Leave him, he’s gonna let the droid beat on him for another half
hour when he’s like this. He must have slept badly.” Zuru noted
quietly at a few half risen troopers.

They
sat down though, trusting Zuru’s judgment.

It
was General Jinn who interested Zuru however.

The
slightly horrified, guilty look on his face as he watched Obi-Wan,
the way his hands helplessly curled into fists and every time he
winced when Obi-Wan took a direct blow or got electrocuted. ‘He
blames himself.’

Zuru
didn’t fully understand the relationship between the two but… he
knew that Jinn wasn’t totally off the mark, he was part in the
creation of the man currently beating himself bloody against the
droid.

‘Its
hard to think that it used to be worse.’ Zuru reached for the
rotgut he had been offered, taking a sip.

He
still remembered the cold eyed man he had been introduced to at the
start of the war, the man who was more a beast that would beat
himself bloody against the cage of his own making as he did his duty
as he saw it until he saw the effect it had on Zuru.

It
had taken time, Zuru had made himself a place in his General heart
and that was important.

He
still remembered the wild eyed look in the General’s eyes when Zuru
had gone down with one shuttle, the man coming tearing into the wreck
only to pause when he found an unhurt but rattled pilot.

Obi-Wan
had been part of his own destruction though and
was part of his own craziness.

Pausing,
lips on the bottle, Zuru glanced towards the older Jedi. ‘…Please
help, he’s my
Jedi and
we don’t get second chances with our
Jedi.’

Can we get some more of DistaintPain? Slightly unhinged, no-holds-barred is one of my fav flavours of Kenobi. He can’t run forever–from himself or Qui-Gon. Which will he hit first? Will he shatter spectacularly? Will Qui-Gon be his usual ‘oh no i am a bad person mope mope mope’? We still don’t know what happened on Naboo. Is that a factor? «No one knew what Obi-Wan had done…» [as always, you are a gem <3 ty for writing]

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The
morning went of pretty easily Obi-Wan would like to claim but
breakfast came and went and there was nothing to do though Obi-Wan
had fixed himself up so Zuru wouldn’t have a minor fit about
Obi-Wan’s health.

Cotton
was still hunting and Zuru was for once getting to enjoy actual
quality time with vode that wasn’t rushed or subject to leaving any
moment.

It
was moments like this that made Obi-Wan somewhat regret he didn’t
lead more men but he was best as a single unit but maybe if he could
get another pilot?

A
co-pilot for Zuru would be good, another brother to spend time with.

However
right now Obi-Wan needed something to do and he wasn’t about to
mess with Zuru’s ship without the trooper there.

Pursing
his lips, Obi-Wan marched over to Zuru’s shuttle and climbed in,
pulling out training gear as he was bored and there was no one to
stop him. Zuru sent him a slightly gimlet eye but let him drag out
the training droid casket and the folded in metal staff he used for
training purpose.

Heading
far enough away from the tents and ships to not damage anything or
accidentally get thrown into a ship or tent, Obi-Wan dropped the
casket and kicked it, staring down at the metal box while ignoring
his aching toes.

Nothing
happened.

“Zuru!
It won’t open!” He yelled in frustration.

The
other turned from the circle of vode he was speaking to, narrowing
his eyes. “Did you kick it?!” He called back.

Pursing
his lips, refusing to say he was pouting, Obi-Wan nodded as Skywalker
was summoned out of his tent by the noise. “I kicked it!” In a
tone that implied he was not
an idiot.

“Did
you activate it first
or did you just kick it General!?” Zuru answered back with in a
tone that clearly told him that yes, Obi-Wan was
an idiot.

Muttering,
Obi-Wan crouched down, hiding his coloring cheeks by turning his head
down though clearly he wasn’t fooling Zuru if that little snort was
any indication as Obi-Wan pushed the buttons in the right sequence
before straightening.

And
then he kicked the box.

Finally
it activated, the training droid slowly lengthening and straightening
out until it was a fully humanoid sparring partner.

Shaking
out his staff to full length, Obi-Wan initiated his usual setting and
was promptly backhanded.

In
a real fight, everything was allowed and the fucking droid knew it.

Snarling,
tasting blood in his mouth as
he backed up on the grass,
Obi-Wan barely brought up his staff in time to block it as
the droid had used Obi-Wan’s distraction to bring out its own
weapon, the ends sparking ominously but Obi-Wan already knew that
they were electrically charged. He had chosen this training droid for
a reason after all.

His
fights were always against someone suppose to be better, stronger or
have more people at their disposal. So Obi-Wan had to be faster,
cleverer and fight better.

Bearing
his bloody teeth at the blank faced droid, Obi-Wan pushed back and
got into position.

()()()

Watching
his masochistic General for a moment, Zuru sighed and shook his head.
“Leave him, he’s gonna let the droid beat on him for another half
hour when he’s like this. He must have slept badly.” Zuru noted
quietly at a few half risen troopers.

They
sat down though, trusting Zuru’s judgment.

It
was General Jinn who interested Zuru however.

The
slightly horrified, guilty look on his face as he watched Obi-Wan,
the way his hands helplessly curled into fists and every time he
winced when Obi-Wan took a direct blow or got electrocuted. ‘He
blames himself.’

Zuru
didn’t fully understand the relationship between the two but… he
knew that Jinn wasn’t totally off the mark, he was part in the
creation of the man currently beating himself bloody against the
droid.

‘Its
hard to think that it used to be worse.’ Zuru reached for the
rotgut he had been offered, taking a sip.

He
still remembered the cold eyed man he had been introduced to at the
start of the war, the man who was more a beast that would beat
himself bloody against the cage of his own making as he did his duty
as he saw it until he saw the effect it had on Zuru.

It
had taken time, Zuru had made himself a place in his General heart
and that was important.

He
still remembered the wild eyed look in the General’s eyes when Zuru
had gone down with one shuttle, the man coming tearing into the wreck
only to pause when he found an unhurt but rattled pilot.

Obi-Wan
had been part of his own destruction though and
was part of his own craziness.

Pausing,
lips on the bottle, Zuru glanced towards the older Jedi. ‘…Please
help, he’s my
Jedi and
we don’t get second chances with our
Jedi.’

Hi, Moddy! Distant pain is really interesting. Can we know more about why the council is changing the types of missions Obi-wan and Zuru are going on! Thank you for all your wonderful stories!

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Settling
down beside his General, Zuru yawned and scratched his nose before
glaring down at the tray of breakfast. “So run by me again what you
meant that our missions are going to change?” He questioned,
glancing tiredly at the other man.

Lifting
the fork to eye the overcooked meat at the end of it, Obi-Wan let out
a low hum. “We have been a seek and destroy unit of two since the
start of the war when I was sworn in on the council though I was
rarely on Coruscant to sit in the damn chair. But with the way the
rest of the council members are behaving I get the feeling those
missions are going to be changed.” Obi-Wan finally put the meat in
his mouth and chewed, grimacing a bit before shrugging.

He
had eaten worse.

Taking
a bite out of the luckily soft bun, Zuru tapped his fingers on the
table. “Which means?”

“Publicly
sanctioned missions, suitable for the common people to know and
understand,” Obi-Wan took a bite of his own bun. “No
more off the grid behavior and murder pretty much so white board
missions. No more black ops.” He shrugged and peered at the pilot.

Huffing
in understanding, Zuru nodded. “I see, this is going to mean we’re
going to be returning to Coruscant more doesn’t it?” He
questioned with distaste. He really did not like Coruscant, all those
politicians everywhere that made faces at the slums of Coruscant
while
pretending they were among the people causing it by not granting
credits in restoration.

And
the war was making it worse he knew, having heard from Senator
Amidala while watching the Senate report holo with Obi-Wan that water
and power regularly went out in the worst districts. He would bet his
hands that there were areas that didn’t have power at all.

“Why
are they changing our missions?” Zuru whined, uncaring who heard.

He
liked the solo missions!

“Because
I’m a broken piece of shit Jedi whose utterly insane and apparently
now the other councilors want to fix me.” Obi-Wan said cheerfully.

Pausing
in grabbing his water, Zuru ogled at Obi-Wan, opening his mouth and
then closing it again while raising his brows, eyes wide.

“They
did not outright say that,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at Zuru. “But
that’s the implication. I’m becoming too much so they need to
reign me in and now they want to ‘fix’ me after all the things
they had me do that has driven me forward.” He grunted a bit,
settling his elbows on the table to rest his head on his folded
hands.

Blinking,
Zuru scratched at his nose before shaking his head. “Well okay,
that’s going to be a change in pace at least.” He said weakly,
not sure what else to say.

He
couldn’t exactly argue that his Jedi wasn’t a bit broken or
insane, the latter he told the man regularly after all. But it was
odd to hear it from the man himself and to find that there was
finally consequences for all of the man’s downright suicidal and
traumatizing behavior he put himself through.

He
looked up smiled weakly when he saw Obi-Wan smirking at him. “Well,
they aren’t really wrong. You could do with a bit more socializing
with others.” Zuru said.

“Like
a toddler, in need of social interaction.” Obi-Wan
pointed out dryly before chuckling when Zuru coughed into his arm
crook, the pilot trying to hide his rather obvious grin.

Around
them the others also tried to hide their own laugh.

Honestly?

Obi-Wan
felt more like another vode than a Jedi at this point, his wry sense
of humor and sarcasm making him fit quite well in with how effective
he proved to be.

And
it also helped he seemed to genuinely care for clones.