#Swpromptsandask

[kingplants]

Help please!

I’m wondering if anyone has an archive of swpromptsandasks old works from their old tumblr. There were so many and i had a large handful that i loved dearly. Recently i’ve found myself wishing i still had access to them.

I’ve had some luck in the past with recovering removed fics so i’m reaching out again just in case.

[captaingondolin]

same, I had to go all the way to wookiepedia way back when - and then found out that Clone Medic Helix was a creation of swmoddy from swpromptsandasks

Me when I remember Helix the 212th’s medic isn’t actually a real character, he’s someone’s OC that the fandom collectively adopted.

[stahlross123]

Happy new year

I hope you will have a better year 2021.

Thanks for the wonderful works in future.

[demoncat94]

Help me find a fic

There’s a Star Wars fanfic that I’m trying to find so I’m putting this out into the void in hopes someone will help me.

The plot from what I remember was basically Obi-Wan was relying on his bond with Qui-Gon for emotional stability. But then Qui dies, the bond is violently severed and Obi Wan has a breakdown where he’s completely unresponsive to everyone around. Eventually Dooku shows up to take him to Serenno with him and Obi Wan begins the journey to healing

I’m pretty sure it was written by SW Moody from @swpromptsandasks but I could be wrong. Please help me out!

[bigwolfpup]

If you were involved in bullying Moddy of Tumblr, you can fuck right off. Y'all are so fucking toxic and you should be ashamed of yourselves.

[ahumansvoid]

If someone who knew what went down would like to share, can someone tell me what happened to swpromptsandasks? I know they deleted their blog, bcuz of death threats & their own mental health, but I’m confused as to why they were even being sent those in the first place? What did they do that made everyone so pissed?

[crispyjenkins]

Hi hello! I just want to scream about JangObi because there is so much POTENTIAL for EVERYTHING. Like, sweet and cute? Can do. Angsty and violent? Sure! How about we make you go through the whole spectrum of human emotions? Certainly! What do you think would be an awesome alternate meeting for them?

(Hello hello! This ship was like. Aggressively not supposed to happen for me, but then despite it being a rarepair there’s just. Such good content? Some of my fave star wars fic ever have been for this tiny lil ship and my heart can’t take it.  Currently my favourite alt meeting for them is atelier-dayz’ Jate’kara, because I’m a sucker for baby Obi during Phantom Menace, butttt maybe something along those lines, they meet when the Naboo Gang is stranded on Tatooine?  Ahh frick I wasn’t planning on doing a fic response to this, but my dude, I’ve just had the best idea, which has nothing to do with Tatooine, that I don’t have time to write into a full long-fic, so I’m subjecting you to whatever the mess under the cut is.)

 

Supposedly, Kal had recruited Kenobi to teach the clones survival. The jetii reject had spent most of his life bouncing from planet to planet with the Agricorp, with enough non jedi-magic-related knowledge that Kal thought him indispensable in getting the rank-and-file troopers fit for life in the galaxy when they aren’t acting as droid fodder. Just where Kal had even managed to pick the kid up is beyond Jango, when he’s pretty sure the jetiise protect their own with tooth and claw.

  Jango is self-aware enough to admit that he’s avoiding Kenobi.

  He had hand-picked most of the Cuy'val Dar, but there were a few that Jango had let Kal and Mij recruit themselves, to flesh out the last twenty-five non-Mandalorian members. Technically, Jango hasn't had the time to meet every one of the Twenty-Five: between raising Boba and training the ARC troopers, he’s stretched too thin to get chummy with the whole Cuy'val Dar, but whenever he sees Kenobi in the training rooms, with his long hair and dimpled smile, he turns right the fuck around. 

  Kal definitely has some nerve, recruiting a jetii pup that hasn’t even grown out of his spots yet; if Jango didn’t trust Kal with his life, he’d have punted both him and Kenobi back wherever they’d come from.

-

  Like most things in Jango’s life these days, Boba takes this choice away from him.

  Boba is big for a five year-old, though Tuan We has assured Jango multiple times at blaster-point that nothing had been done to tamper with his aging, and he easily sneaks away from his handlers on too-quick feet whenever their attention so much as slips. And he’s certainly Jango’s kid, with how much trouble he manages to get into in such a short stretch of time, though Jango can’t decide if he’s proud or tired.

  Today, Jango decides on exhausted, when he finally catches up to his kid and he’s in one of the training rooms, surrounded by a company of cadets whose drills have been interrupted, and Kenobi with his hair pulled into a knot, crouched down to be eye-level with an excitedly chatting Boba.

  Stifling a groan at his steadily increasing streak of bad luck, Jango straightens before striding into the room. The cadets all snap to attention and salute, but Kenobi just turns his soft smile up at Jango instead.

  “Fett,” he greets warmly, rocking back onto his heels. “Boba was just telling us about Sergeant Mij’s cadets flooding the rec room.”

  Boba latches onto Jango’s leg and bounces his grin between him and Kenobi. “Helix tried to trip Wupi with a mouse droid but made him crash into a pipe!”

  “Which I’m sure distracted Te De long enough for you to slip away and come bother Kenobi.” Jango raises an eyebrow down at him. 

  Boba scrunches up his entire face, but Kenobi laughs and gets to his feet. “No, no, I’m sure we all needed the break,” he says, and his cadets smile easily at him — so Jango can’t hold mistreatment of the clones over him, kriff damnit. “Boba is always welcome to sit in on our sessions.”

  Jango grunts and looks over Kenobi’s company, pleased to see them relaxed, even at parade rest; quite a few of them even look at Boba with poorly-disguised affection. Kenobi better not be turning them soft.

  “Te De is looking for you,” Jango tells Boba finally, his kid groaning and hiding in his pantleg. “We’ll talk about your escape attempt tonight, ad’ika.”

  “Can’t I stay with the vode? Obi was just about to show them how to trap a rancor!”

  A couple of the troopers laugh, and Kenobi winces with an apologetic smile. “It’s ‘pick your own lesson’ Day?” he says by way of explanation, looking just as fresh-faced and young as the clones.

  It occurs to Jango that he doesn’t actually know what Kenobi’s company specialises in, because surely it isn’t farming. A thought for another day.

  “Boba,” he says, and doesn’t need to say more, Boba groaning again but releasing his leg to give Kenobi a wave before trotting back towards the door. Te De waits just in the hall, looking out of breath and frazzled, and Jango’s heart goes out to the poor Kaminoan in charge of keeping track of Boba when he’s busy.

  He waits until the door swishes closed before turning back to Kenobi, who still has that kriffing smile on his face. 

  “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Kenobi says first, bending into a shallow bow. “It’s amusing that our paths have not crossed before now.” There’s a twinkle in his eye that tells Jango he knows exactly what’s going on. 

  And Jango might be a hardass, but he isn’t disrespectful to the Cuy’val Dar, no matter if they’re a spotted jetii pup, so he resists the urge to frown at him. “Well, you can imagine how much time Boba takes up.”

  Kenobi smiles at the closed door. “Oh yes, he’s almost as bad as I was at that age.”

  “Weren’t you a jetii?” Jango snorts.

  “A rejected one.” Kenobi laughs easily, then clears his throat. “Would you... Would you like to stay for the lesson?”

  Jango notes he wears neither armour nor robes, just a simple spacer’s gear; he wonders how well that translates in his training of the clones. And also just where the kriff he had learned how to trap a rancor.

[rath1444]

Clones in Kilts

Across the battle field from the 212th stood the droid army. They needed to act as a diversion for the 501st. They needed to keep the army’s attention on them. And unfortunately for the 212th, they didn’t seem overly interested in what they were doing. But they had a plan.

As one the clones of the 212th started to shout at the droids and lift their kilts showing off their butts or junk. They flashed them. Commander Cody personally was not okay with this maneuver but it had caught the droids’ attention. They were now paying attention to the moving target of wiggling butts and clones that were grabbing their junks in a show of virility to the droids. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact he had to be out on the front line.

 Though, Cody had to admit that his brothers had some absolutely awful lines like “Really, you clankers want a piece of us! Well, to bad this is the best look you’ll ever get!” or “You pieces of metal junk, at least we have more then you!”

The only thing worse than all his brother’s being unprotected from the waist down was the fact that General Kenobi stood in front of them all just as vulnerable and wiggling his butt and junk at the droids. His general was laughing and bouncing around to like he was showing off. His general would turn his head every so often and wink or joke with one of the other men.

“See, Cody, we are perfectly safe. All we have to do is distract them long enough for Anakin and the 501st to activate that EMP and destroy them all.” Obi-wan laughed as he darted down the line of men to be closer to Waxer and Boil where Cody could just barely hear that they were talking.

“Remind me later to check and see if there is anything wrong with our general. He’s not usually this giddy. It’s just lucky that we aren’t close enough for them to actually shoot at us. Then again they seem to still be quite confused.” Helix said as he moved closer to the commander.

“That’s good. I’m not sure that this was such a good idea but it seems to be working for now.” Cody noted.

“Hey, did either of you notice how similar General Kenobi’s kilt is to the to the 212th’s and all the clones’ kilts? It’s only missing the yellow streak or other colors to show the Battalion or Legion one belongs to.” Lamb pointed out.

Cody turned to look at the General and noted that Lamb was right. He made note to discuss it with General Kenobi later after this disaster was over and they could finally be done with this campaign. “No, but now that I have, I’ll ask him about it later. Unfortunately for right now we needed to just concentrate on what was going on across from us and keep the droids’ attention.”

By the time they started to fear that the droids would start to ignore the 212th, the droid army was hit with shots from every angle and a massive EMP went off. The 212th were relieved that the 501st had finally dealt with the last of the droids and they could return to the Negotiator to be warm, be fed, and finally relax and sleep somewhere they knew they were safe.

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This fic was based off a conversation held in swpromptsandasks’s discord. 

[thingamadjig]

D’you know if there’s a full length Skywalkers Padawan AU (on sw prompts and asks) on Ao3 or something?

Yes! The drawings I made were actually all scenes inspired by the lovely @swpromptsandasks SkywalkersPadawan story thread!

Please give the lovely moddy some love from me when you read it <3

[levitatingbiscuits]

Thank you for the fic rec! I haven't read anything from swpromptsandasks before and there's so much more stuff than I expected! Thank you for pointing them out to me!

moddy is the mvp!!! :D

[january-summers]

NotThatBad Continuation of the #notthatbad prompt fill by @swpromptsandasks Summary: Obi-Wan can take care of himself just fine, he's been doing it for years, during the Clone Wars, a rumour starts up that he doesn't eat or sleep. Obi-Wan and those close to him, begin to realise the rumour has a down side.

-

“Obi-Wan!” Quinlan Vos's voice carried down the Temple hallway, and Obi-Wan had to resist rolling his eyes, he could practically hear the grin in Quinlan's voice.

“Hello Vos,” Obi-Wan said drily as he slowed and turned to the other Jedi. He was right, Quinlan was grinning. The man caught up with Obi-Wan, one hand tucked suspiciously behind his back.

Quinlan's grin eased into a smirk, “is that any way to great someone who brought you a present?”

“Is it legal?” Obi-Wan shot back, having known Quinlan long enough to know better.

“That hurts Obi, cuts me real deep,” the hurt in his voice was fake, betrayed by the grin Quinlan couldn't quite hide. “Not sure you deserve your gift now.”

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed, his suspicion growing, but the mischief in Quinlan's eyes was friendly, a hint of a familiar doting he hadn't seen in so long he'd almost forgotten what it looked like. So Obi-Wan gave a faint pout, and shifted so he could give Quinlan a coy look through his lashes.

“But I'm small and tired and deserve nice things,” Obi-Wan said, a line that was once a frequent occurrence in his vocabulary. One he hadn't said in years, not since Naboo, not since Anakin, not since he and Quinlan had agreed...

Quinlan snorted, his eyes darting over Obi-Wan's form at the memories, but his eyes fixed on Obi's face when he brought out the box he'd been hiding.

Curiosity, recognition, delight.

Who ever said Obi had a perfect sabacc face didn't know him very well.

“Sugared plums?” Obi-Wan took the box carefully, opening the lid to enjoy the sweet aroma of the preserved fruit. “Thank you Quinlan.”

“Nah, was in the neighbourhood, saw them and thought of you,” Quinlan snorted, “of course, with that rumour floating around, a lot of people are thinking of you, and not in the best way.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I was afraid of that.” Obi-Wan closed the box, his brow furrowing, and he missed Quinlan's heavy frown as Obi-Wan put off eating one of his favourite treats.

“I mean, not that I mind an excuse to dote on you again,” Quinlan said with a shrug, “but I don't like what this rumour is doing for your image.”

Obi-Wan seemed to do a second take, tilting his head as he stared at Quinlan with a contemplative look.

“What?” Quinlan asked, and the air around them took on a weight of seriousness.

“Am I to take it then,” Obi-Wan asked slowly, “that you are not the one to start the rumour?”

Quinlan shook his head, “no, I'm not.”

The air pressed heavier for a moment, like the force was trying to call out in a muffled voice.

“But I'll look into it for you,” Quinlan promised, and the air eased.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said. He opened his mouth to say something else, the first syllable on his lips, when his comm. went of. “Yes?”

“General,” the voice of a clone responded, “the hover car is ready in hangar 3.”

“Thank you Cody, I'll be down shortly, I was... mildly delayed.”

“Yes sir,” the comm. chirped as Commander Cody, turned off his side of the link.

Quinlan felt a twinge of jealousy, and released it quickly into the force. But not fast enough apparently, Obi-Wan caught the frown on his face.

“I thought you liked Cody?”

Quinlan shrugged, “he's alright, for a clone. Very... competent.”

Obi-Wan frowned, then sighed, “I have a meeting at the rotunda, excuse me.”

“Yeah,” Quinlan watched Obi-Wan walk away, the box of sugar plums still closed in his hands. He let the force sink into him, ease the burn of jealousy that threatened to bloom. It wasn't entirely unfounded, Jango Fett had been a very attractive man, and Cody was a very competent commander.

And Obi-Wan liked competent men who could lift him with one arm.

But they'd agreed years ago...

Quinlan growled to himself and shook his head. He had the source of a rumour to track down.

-

Cody didn't particularly like the rotunda, the people changed their appearance so often, and they almost never looked at his brothers like they were people. There were a few who did, who spoke with his vode and tried to remember their names, to varying degrees of success.

Still, there was always a looming feeling that they weren't really welcome there, a sense of discomfort that Cody couldn't quite put his finger on.

The more he got to know his jetii, the more he could see the man felt uncomfortable here too. As they had walked together towards senator Organa's chambers, Kenobi had let out a small hum, the one Cody had come to learn meant 'I've noticed something and I don't like it, but it's not a problem just yet.'

Then Cody had caught the snatches of conversation, the senators and their aides in the halls, whispering and looking at his jetii.

'Don't you think he looks tired?'

It wasn't concern for Kenobi in their voices, it was judgement.

As the pair had approached the door to senator Organa's office, Cody had excused himself, confident in his jetii's ability to defend himself, and confident in the crimson marked vode who patrolled the halls.

“Is everything alright?” Kenobi had asked.

“Yes sir, I just need to check in with some brothers, nothing for you to worry over sir.”

Kenobi gave him a dubious look, but said "alright, I'll comm. you if you aren't back when I'm ready to leave."

“Understood, have fun with your meeting,” beneath his helmet Cody felt heat in his cheeks, but Kenobi had given him a wry grin, pleased by his boldness rather than annoyed. As they'd parted Cody had let himself smile in the safety of his buy-ce.

Kenobi had always welcomed their boldness, their reach for individuality. He hadn't even minded their presumption to feed him, had merely accepted their care, unneeded though it was. Sometimes Cody though his jetii might even understand what his acceptance of their care meant to them.

For them to not only have a jetii, but to have one who understood them...

Cody wasn't going to let a rumour turned foul damage his jetii's reputation, and while Cody didn't have the time to track the source down himself, he knew a vod who could do the job for him.

The door to the security room opened just before he reached it and he marched through, removing his helmet as his vode greeted him. He let a grin flicker across his face as Jun gave Beck a glare.

Beck gestured to the monitors which showed the hallway just outside the room, but Jun scowled.

“Just because you know who's at the door doesn't mean you open it,” Jun huffed before turning to Cody, “sir, what can we do for you?”

“I was looking for Tutti,” Cody said, and the vod in question looked over from his console, a cluster of small star tattoos marking a line under his left eye.

“Sir?”

“Tutti,” Cody's gaze fixed on him, “top scores in splicing and our psychological war fare unit,” Tutti nodded, not sure where the commander was going with this. “I need you to look into something for me.”

-

Palpatine sat back in his chair and watched as the senators before him squabbled. The topic of conversation was the same one that was making its way not only through the rotunda, but the general public: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“We can't trust a man like that with our troops!”

“Yes we can!”

“If he can't even take care of himself-”

“It was a mistake to give so much military power to the Jedi, they can't handle it!”

Palpatine hid a grin behind his steepled fingers, enjoying the negative emotions that littered the air, and taking pleasure from the lost faith that was growing steadily throughout the republic.

He'd never liked Kenobi, or the man's ability to banish the darkness Sheev was trying to cultivate in young Skywalker.

This really had been his most brilliant plan yet, and yet it had been so simple. A word here, a word there, a few leaked pictures of Kenobi at his worst and now the republic he'd fought so hard to hold together would tear him apart.

If he'd been alone, Palpatine would have cackled.

“-Kenobi must be removed from power before he makes a mistake!”

Perhaps it was time for another 'secretarial mistake', another influx of incorrectly assigned paperwork finding its way to Kenobi would be the icing on today's cake.

-

Obi-Wan adjusted his robe as he let Bail's door close behind him, he used the motion to disguise another as he rolled his shoulders to release tension from the muscles. With the war, diplomacy often found itself being thrown out the window in favour of more aggressive tactics, so it was nice to use his training to help Bail with a small negotiation in which the biggest risk was stiff muscles from sitting too long.

“Sir,” Obi-Wan turned to the familiar voice to find Cody marching down the hallway.

“Excellent timing commander, I was just about to comm.” Cody dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Have you finish your business with your brother?”

“Yes sir, all taken care of,” there was a mild tension in Cody's shoulders that told Obi-Wan a different story.

“Good, shall we then?” Obi-Wan gestured down the hall and Cody nodded, falling into step with Obi-Wan as they returned to the car. Their driver for the day – a clone whose name was Blink if Obi-Wan was remembering correctly – was drumming a beat on the dashboard when the arrived.

“Not to bored I hope?” Obi-Wan said, startling the young clone.

“Sirs!” He scrambled out of the vehicle and opened the rear door.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said as he slid into the back seat, moving far enough over for Cody to join him. Cody followed, but only after looking at their driver for a long few seconds. Obi-Wan got the feeling Blink was being scolded, and from the blush on his uncovered face, Blink seemed to feel that way too.

“It's not a short trip back if you want to catch a nap, sir,” Cody said, his voice filtered through his helmet.

“Hm, not a bad idea,” Obi-Wan replied with a small smile, lifting his hood up and over his head, he settled into a more comfortable position. Cody was close to him, his armour hard against Obi-Wan's side, but the man himself was warm, his presence within the force was soothing to Obi-Wan's senses.

'Cody would speak up if he minded,' Obi-Wan thought as he let his head rest on the commander's shoulder.

-

Cody stayed as still as possible, signing for Blink to drive a little slower than necessary on his way back to the Temple.

Blink nodded, and not only drove a little slower, but a little more cautiously, making sure to rock the vehicle as little as possible.

Cody spent the trip resisting the urge to remove his bucket and lay his head against his jetii's. Kenobi was his commanding officer, and his jetii on top of that, he wouldn't appreciate it. Cody would just have to be content with this.

His gaze caught on their reflection in the vehicle's rear view mirror.

'I wish they could see him like this, like we do, they wouldn't doubt him then.' An idea occurred to Cody then, and he used his helmet to capture the image in the mirror.

'Perhaps they can see him as we do.' Moving carefully so that he didn't wake his jetii, Cody tapped out a message for the other commanders. He would speak to the 212th himself, if he could get them on board, that would be half the work done.

[thekingswin]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @swpromptsandasks !!!!!!

It’s already the 16th where I am and since im still up, Let me be among the first to wish ya a good time today!

Thank you so much for all your stories and all the time and effort you give us (the fandom, your fans, promptsters, etc) all this past year. It means a lot to me.

I wanted to give you something but Im not a good writer so Please accept fan art as your present 🎁 instead.

You certainly brighten my day, so I hope I can return a bit of that brightness today.

[stahlross123]

Search Merlin fanfiction

Hello guys i searching a merlin fanfiction where the knights know about merlin’s magic and he gave them stones who protect them or charms i’m not sure and he’s playing between the coming of arthur also 3x12 and 3x13. I know that merlin say it would the knights 2 or three protect but gwaine provoke it on 6 times. I search for years and i would really grateful. And i think i read it on fanfiction.net Thank you and please reblog it.

[mesdea]

Merry Christmas @swpromptsandasks

Thank you for all the Quiobi content throughout the year.

[wolfinkaround]

Commission for @swpromptsandasks of a scene in the fic Royal Protector.

[rath1444]

Obi-wan stood in front of his commander as he was quickly patted down for injuries. They didn’t have a lot of time between making sure everything was secure and when Obi-wan had to call into the council to update them on the progress of their current campaign. Obi-wan had already returned the favor of checking on Cody.

Cody finished with a nod to his general and handed over a flask of water and a meal bar that was Helix approved. Which Obi-wan took without complaints as he turned back to the holo-vid that was pulling up.

“Cody could you please check on how the rest of the men are doing and see what needs to be requisitioned and let me know?” Obi-wan inquired as he took a sip of his water.

“Of course, sir.” Cody left the tent at that moment to join the rest of the men. Cody remembered the first as a commander under General Kenobi and Commander Anakin. He also remembered the first time that he was the highest-ranking officer under his general.

The very first battle that he served under General Kenobi had been fierce and it had been brutal. Cody had lost a lot of brothers that day and thought that he had lost Rex in the middle of the battle. So, when the area was secured all the able-bodied vod’e had checked those still laying on the field, Cody helped arrange the injured to be taken back to camp. He could see other vod’e checking each other over for injuries or asking those who where completely alone if they were OK. He could hear them asking about water, meal bars, and water.

Cody had even done it with several of the men under him or the other vod’e he had come across as they cleared the field. There had even been a few that all he could do was keep them company before they died or find a brother who could move them or even just to get them back to camp.

Upon returning himself, Cody’s men had reported back to him about supplies and what they needed. And Cody had reported what they had needed to his superior officer Commander Alpha-17 and Commander Skywalker. He hadn’t even thought about who was frisking General Kenobi or even Commander Skywalker because he was just grateful to see Rex alive and while injured on the mends.

The very first battle that Cody served as the highest commander under General Kenobi after the now General Skywalker was put in charge of the 501st and sent to a different battle had been frustrating and enlightening. He had gone about the typical post-battle process. Everyone was secure and checking each other for injuries. But when Cody had turned to check on his general, the man had been no where to be seen and he knew that he had been right next to him less than 3 minutes ago.

Commander Cody walked threw the troopers as their commanding officers informed him about the needs of their men. He kept an eye out for General Kenobi as he made note of what each group needed and whom were off to the medic tent. He could still hear vod’e checking that each other were OK and that they had enough water, meal bars, and ammo. As he walked through the camp, he drew near to the med-tent and decided that he would check to see if for once the general had gone to the medics without General Skywalker or Helix or Kix having to drag him there.

Unfortunately for Cody, his general was not in the med-tent but he did see Helix, whom gave him the side-eye for being in the med-tent. He left the shiny that he had just finished patching up with a knee brace. “Can I help you with something Commander?”

“I’m alright. I was searching for the general. I figured that I could get the supply list from the med-tent while I was going by.” Commander Cody said as he stood in front of the medic.

“I see. Well, since you are here you might be willing to be checked over then Commander while I inform you of what we need.” Helix’s eyes narrowed as he knew that without Rex being here that Cody would be less likely not have been checked over yet. Especially since the general obviously hadn’t and the person bellow him was currently lying on a bunk in the med-tent.

Cody agreed to be seen and Helix wasted no time telling the Commander about the supplies that they needed and checking for injuries and on his supplies. Satisfied with what he found. Helix dismissed the Commander from his domain.

On his way out, he heard a couple of Shinies that worked talking about how odd it was that the general was out sitting beneath one of the tanks. Cody made it out to the tanks only to find that General Kenobi had moved on from the tanks and was checking on the landing ships. So, Cody had spent the rest of the afternoon chasing the general around camp.

Cody finally caught up with the general in General Kenobi’s tent.

“Ah, was there something I can help you with Commander Cody?” General Kenobi asked.

Instead of answering Cody walked over and started patting down the general. Noting that his flask was missing and that he didn’t have any food in his belt.

“Commander, what are you doing?” Kenobi asked as he stood there while his commander frisked him.

“I’m checking that you are alright sir.” Cody responded. As he continued patting his general down.

“ I assure you commander. This is quite unnecessary. I’m fi-“ Kenobi flinched as Cody pressed down on his right thigh. Cody then started removing his general’s armor off only to find that there is a giant crack down the piece where a bolt had gotten through his armor.

“Really, General Kenobi? I don’t believe that this is considered fine. You have two choices you can either accompany to the med-tent or I will carry you there. But either ways we’re going and you will be explaining to Helix that you have been avoiding your post-battle check.” Cody stared his general down as he stood up. Normally, he wouldn’t challenge his general but they were in private and he wasn’t happy that his general hadn’t informed anyone that he was injured and that he had to hunt him down.

“I assure you, Commander Cody. I do not need to see the medics. In fact, I was just-“ Kenobi tried to argue only for Cody to throw him over his shoulder and walk off to the med-tent.’

“Commander Cody, put me down. I do not know what has gotten into you. First you frisk me and then you throw me over your shoulder. This is quite inappropriate and I do not appreciate it.” Kenobi stated from over Cody’s shoulder.

“No disrespect, General Kenobi. But that is a load of bantha poo and you know it. You can’t tell me that you don’t know exactly what is going on and exactly what I was doing. Everyone does it after battle and the fact you avoided me means that you knew you were going to hide that injury.” Cody said as other vod’e watched him carry the general towards the med-tent. The other vod’e shared a look as he walked past and the general complained about what he was doing.

Cody entered the med-tent for the second time that day and threw his general onto a bunk. “Helix, the general is injured and could uses your assistance.”

That had been the start of a long evening of Helix calling their Jedi general several different forms of stupid only to be appalled at the fact this was normal for Jedi and that being asked if they were OK, had water or food, or even being frisked after battle was not normal and that they didn’t do it. Helix and Cody had both spent a long time explaining to their Jedi what they expected of him and that they would be checking on him after every battle and making sure any of the vod’e who saw him would check on him. General Kenobi had agreed to this compromise as he only stipulated that it should be done in private as much as possible.

Cody still remembered that conversation with exasperation even after several months but he was quite grateful for the inside to the Jedi mind set. It had definitely been interesting when he shared this information with Rex the next time the 212th and 501st were together and the other Commanders via their ‘Things about Jedi Generals’ private chat group.

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@swpromptsandasks, I took one of your stories up for adoption and wrote it up as I was inspired. I hope that you and whomever requested it enjoys the story.