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While milling about the halls of Kamino's military complex, Kote had overheard a transmission his Prime had taken that would take him off-planet and into the heart of the Republic on Coruscant. The Republic, the very organization Kote and his brothers had been created to protect but hadn't had the chance, yet, because no one had come for them. The Kaminoans promised them that it would be soon, but every year that passed he and his brothers lost more and more faith their time would come.
Kote decided that he was tired of waiting.
He took initiative, like he'd been trained to, and snuck aboard Prime's ship so he could demand an audience with the Republic and tell them of the army they had waiting for them back on Kamino.
Of course, there are problems with executing his plan.
      It rained extraordinarily less here than it did on Kamino. Kote schooled his features to keep the wonderment off his face lest he drew any unwanted attention to himself, but he couldnât keep his gaze from flicking upwards every couple of clicks with the expectation that heâd spy storm clouds brewing overhead signaling an end to Coruscantâs dry weather. He was proven wrong with every glance. Kote was happy being wrong if it meant he could enjoy the outdoors even longer.
      He continued wandering the crowded streets as he searched for any indication he was heading in the right direction. Kote was unfamiliar with the cityâs layout and hadnât asked for directions from any of the civilians he passed. His plans would be for naught if he was recognized by simply asking the wrong person where to go. Instead he relied on his instincts to guide him where he needed to be. They had gotten him this far, aiding him as he snuck off his home planet, maintaining cover throughout his entire voyage as a stowaway and, most recently, escaping the ship he'd been on without discovery. Kote wasnât one who normally put his faith in such unpredictable things. Yet he hadnât been shown his faith was misplaced. Hopefully, it never was.
      Kote came upon an intersection with the intention of turning right. However, at the last second, he decided to pause before he hit the corner. His instincts had flared warningly and told him to do so. He scanned his surroundings, searching for the reason why he stopped.
      Suddenly a pod of young cadets raced by where he would have been standing. They were playing, chasing after the lead boy who held a miniature spacecraft in his hand that he piloted terribly. Kote drew his cloak tighter around himself as a few of them rushed past closer than he liked. It was better than being trampled. The cadets hurried along, crossing the street and disappearing into the mingling crowd one after the other until the slowest of them jumped between a couple of Twiâleks and an Ithorian and vanished. As they did, so did the alarm in Koteâs head.
      He still hadnât moved.
      Kote stared at where the cadets were and was caught in a nostalgia trap, remembering when he had been at a similar age. He and his batchmates liked to pretend they were flying in outer space, too. Except they never had any miniatures like them. Kote, his batchmates, and all his brothers within the compound ran flight simulations based around archival data from old skirmishes in preparation for their duties as soldiers. Immature handling of a craft like heâd seen from that batchâs leader would have gotten him a fierce reprimand from his trainers and the Kaminoans or, if it had been on an actual battlefield, killed. Kote doubted any of those cadets were aware of this fact as he was.
      Unlike him, those cadets were not raised to know. They shouldnât have to, either.
      He shook himself free of the past with that last thought. Kote could not let himself be distracted now that he had already come so far. He was a man with a mission. And, like heâd been taught, he swallowed down the tempting bitterness that cloyed in the back of his throat and marched forward with renewed determination.
      Republic business waited for no man, especially if that man was a clone.
      Kote weaved an uncertain path through the streets of Coruscant. Though he walked blindly, a strong warmth had settled deep within his chest that inspired an odd sense of confidence within him. A voice, somewhat reminiscent of his Prime, whispered in his ear. Kote was nearly convinced it was his Prime save for the manner in which the voice spoke. While it had Primeâs timbre and pitch, the cadence was completely off. The voice sounded too dull to be Primeâs, who was known for his sharp and caustic tongue. When the voice said, âyou are almost thereâ the sentence didnât cut. Its words wrapped around his spirit and sent a dizzying thrill across his body. It was then Kote realized he wasnât hearing those words. They had come from some place deep inside him.
      Kote ground his teeth around a curse. A few days without his batch and he was already starting to go mad, hearing voicesâŚ
      He slowed regardless of how the voice urged him further onwards. âA few more stepsâ. Kote spun in a mad circle, catching his breath as he surveyed the area. It didnât look like an area suitable for politics.
      The massive crowds had thinned to a few stragglers who didnât hide their suspicions about him. They were dispersed amongst the buildings in sparse clusters and had a more noticeably rougher edge to them. The buildings, too, seemed less shiny than what he had seen previously. It was dark on the other side of their transparisteel, enough that he could see his reflection clearly if there wasnât a glowing neon tumor fixed somewhere above.
      He didnât linger on his face. Vanity wasnât encouraged where heâd been raised.
      His eyes were on all the othersâ reflections. Part of his covert operations training involved watching without being caught. This way, if he noticed an unfriendly face sneaking his way, he could strike first. The element of surprise was necessary since he hadnât any weapons on him. His armor was supposed to withstand a lot of fire and blows, but there was no practical data to back these claims. It hadnât been tested in actual combat. He didnât plan on acquiring that information first-hand.
      Kote pulled the hood of his cloak lower over his head and marched at a slower pace than he had before.
      He took great pains to ignore the voice heâd been hearing as it wasnât making any sense. Every attempt at silencing it made the voice louder. Every shove against it was met with an equal response that made him wince in the aftermath. Kote broke from his surveillance to wipe at his eyes with a tired fist as the latest battle with the voice was like trying to move a freighter-class ship using only his forehead. Because he wasnât looking where heâd step, Koteâs foot landed on a foreign object that almost made him lose his balance.
      The voice cried out again. Kote was doubly sure it couldnât be his Prime since he doubted Prime would ever sound so melodic.
      Luckily, loud as it had been, the voice didnât utter another note after its short song.
      Kote sighed in relief. His pain began to ebb away since the voice wasnât taking up all the space in his mind. He blinked back into awareness soon enough. Kote stepped off of the foreign object once he had his bearings and peered down at it. Its cylindrical shape was familiar to him. He crouched for a better look, scooping the object up into his hand to study it from all angles. It was as he recognized the shape to be of a hilt that Kote identified the object in his hands.
      It was a lightsaber.
      Like with most things, Kote never had the experience of seeing a lightsaber with his own eyes. He knew the basics of it. Battle strategies involving lightsabers were downloaded into his head, both for fighting with and against. The Kaminoans even taught him about those who could wield lightsabers.
      The files on them werenât as robust as he would have liked, but there were a few important facts contained within.
      Firstly, that they â or rather, one of their members â had commissioned the Kaminoans to build an army that led to Koteâs creation. Secondly, wherever there is a lightsaber, its wielder should not be far behind.
      âExcuse me. I believe that what youâre holding there belongs to me.â
      Kote knew that this new voice wasnât imaginary like the last. He had never heard it, nor an accent like it. The notion that he enjoyed how this new voice spoke, how he wouldnât mind hearing it speak more, crossed his mind and confused Kote greatly. It was the first time heâd ever found a voice to be pleasant and didnât know what to do with this information.
      âSir?â
      He was drawing too much attention to himself by not responding. Kote had to act quickly. His grip on the lightsaber tightened as he rose to full height. The voice had come from behind him, so he spun on his heel with trained precision and faced the lightsaber wielder.
      None of his years on Kamino prepared him for this.
      âHello,â the wielder said, smiling at Kote as if he were another one of his brothers. Except Koteâs brothersâ smiles never inspired such strange and precise reactions within him. âIt looks like youâve found my lightsaber.â
      âHnn.â
      Kote was trained for war in any terrain, but he was unable to handle the battlefield that used to be his body. His face warmed to a significant degree like heâd been in the midst of an intensive exercise. Koteâs chest stuttered as if it couldnât remember how to breathe, and his heart had lost the careful pattern of its beat and couldnât reclaim it. There was a desire to take this new man in his hands, like he had done with the lightsaber, and observe him every which way until Kote knew him as if it were his own. Already Kote catalogued the waviness his gingery hair and beard, the softness of blue gaze, the slim build hidden beneath flimsy armor, and, as he already mentioned, the manâs amazing smile.
      Kote had been warned that those who wielded lightsabers were capable of other tricks that could confound their enemies. Was this one of them?
      No. For some reason, Kote didnât believe it was. Though it meant his inner turmoil went unexplained.
      He would have to leave it that way, as his silence went on for far too long. The other manâs smile started to dim. Kote hated that he was the cause of it.
      âHere,â he said. His hand shot forward rigidly as he presented the lightsaber to its wielder. âTake it.â
      ââŚThank you.â
      The lightsaber wielder reaches out hesitantly for his weapon, his stare unblinkingly turned onto Kote as he moved. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, and it required every ounce of willpower Kote had to not cling to the lightsaber because heâd been touched by someone who wasnât his brother. He thought to himself that he was acting like a fool. Kote was wearing gloves. Their skin hadnât made contact. Why would he think this simple act was that important? Why did he believe, had he not been wearing gloves, it would have been worse?
      Koteâs empty hand hung in the air between them as the lightsaber wielder clipped his weapon onto his belt. Belatedly, Kote realized how useless his hand was just floating there. He dropped it back to his side.
      âYou know, I canât begin to tell you the number of times Iâve dropped thisâŚâ
      It was an unnecessary comment to make. For some reason, the lightsaber wielder thought to continue their conversation far past its logical conclusion.
      Kote blinked at him as he struggled to respond. Improvisation wasnât his strongest suit. âYou should be more careful then,â he told the other man. âA weapon like that could easily wind up in some enemy combatantâs hands at some point, statistically speaking. And without your only means of offense and defense, youâd be dead.â
      He observed how the lightsaber wielderâs eyes widened a fraction of an inch in a manner that sent ripples across his placid expression. Kote gathered that he might have been too blunt, critiquing how he managed his weapons despite never holding a lightsaber before today. Usually that had never bothered Kote back on Kamino. In this instance, Kote wished he could strike what he had said from the record. Or for the ground to open beneath his feet and swallow him whole. Whichever was the most plausible, and fastest.
      âRight.â The lightsaber wielder was too kind as he still entertained Kote after his verbal gaffe. He arched his brow and stroked his beard. His smile had returned. âWell, maybe if Iâm lucky the only hands my lightsaber will end up in other than mind own is yours.â Those words caused the wielder to react in a certain manner as well, tripping over himself in apology. âOr rather,â he amended, âhands that are like yours.â
      Kote relaxed. It seemed like the wielder was aware of his brothers, then, and what they had been made to do. Which made it easier for Kote to ask him, âIf you donât mind, I could use your help.â
      âOf course.â He was glad to move past their bout of awkwardness much like Kote was. âWhat do you need?â
      He allowed a tiny smile to crack his regimented expression. âIâve been trying to find my way to the Republicâs Main Building, and I believe I might be lost.â
      The wielderâs gaze travelled from left to right as he leaned closer, conspiratorially. âYou are correct. We are far from where the Senate conducts their business.â
      But why were his instincts ordering him here? That was a question for a different day. Kote stayed on task, âDo you happen to know how I can get there?â
      âI do.â
      Kote listened intently as the lightsaber wielder provided detailed directions on how he could reach the Galactic Senate from where he was. He also offered up ancillary information like its hours of operation, whose office he could petition for an audience, lodgings near the Senate for him to stay in and â once Kote mentioned how he hadnât a single credit to his name â the location of his base that always had bunks at the ready for those in need.
      The wielder had been explaining the distance between his base and the Senate, using a holographic map of Coruscant as an aid, when they were interrupted by an incoming transmission.
      His map disappeared and was replaced with a tinier man in similar uniform as the wielder. He was noticeably sterner than his contemporary but, if Kote were to guess, he was the younger of the two.
      âMaster,â the younger man said, âwhere are you? I believe Iâve tracked the assassin heading back towards Senator Amidalaâs apartment.â
      âI was a little sidetracked reclaiming my lost lightsaber, Anakin,â he said. âIâll reconvene with you at the apartment. May the Force be with you.â
      âAnd with you, Master.â The transmission had ended there.
      Kote stared at the other man in concern as he weighed what the younger wielder had said in his mind. âYouâre in the midst of an operation,â he said, âyet youâre helping me out? Why?â
      The lightsaber wielder chuckled and laid a supportive hand against his shoulder. They were separated by his cloak, pauldron, and the thick, black bodysuit he wore under his armor. Kote was keenly interested in how delicately the wielderâs fingers curled and the heat it inspired beneath his skin. âI couldnât very well have continued my duties without my lightsaber,â he told Kote, âItâs only right that I help you after youâve helped me.â
      âOhâŚâ
      Kote catalogued his delight at hearing the wielder admit how helpful he was to him. It was what he had been made for. He was thrilled to have served well, even if it had been as small a task as weapon retrieval. Kote had to start somewhere. However, besides that, there was another emotion Kote couldnât name that existed along the boundaries of his earlier delight. It was similar to it though wholly different. The closest Kote came to understanding it was the fact that its happiness wasnât born out of an accomplished mission but rather because the lightsaber wielder had recognized his usefulness.
      He liked it a lot.
      âIâm glad to have been of service.â Then, as the lightsaber wielder began to turn away from him, he hurriedly called out after him. âIâm⌠Kote.â
      The lightsaber wielder glanced back at him, smiling. He waved as he continued striding off towards his next destination. âAnd I am Obi-Wan Kenobi!â he replied, âIt was a pleasure to meet you Cody! May the Force have our paths cross again.â
      âItâs Kote, actuallyâŚâ Obi-Wan had fled by then, and his name was swallowed up by the silence.
      Cody wasnât much different from the name he had chosen for himself. âCodyâŚâ It didnât sound sweet like Obi-Wan said it, but Kote thought it nice all the same. He wouldnât object to being called it, especially if it were Obi-Wan doing so.
      Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan.
      The lightsaber wielder had taken too much of his time, and his focus. Kote had his mission, and much like Obi-Wanâs, it demanded his attention. He couldnât be distracted, now that he was so close.
      âYou shouldnât be here.â
      Kote heard Primeâs voice again. Only it hadnât been soft and blunt like it was earlier, nor did it come from within. It had been spat out by the source and stabbed into Koteâs chest.
      He staggered and slumped over sideways as his Prime loomed over him, decked menacingly in his full beskâar. âNo,â he gasped, âI⌠how did youâŚâ
      âYou are one bad clone.â
      Koteâs last thought wasnât of Obi-Wan. It was of the boot crashing into his face and knocking him unconscious.
#star wars#star wars fanfic#sw ff#cc-2224#obi wan kenobi#cc-2224 fanfic#obi wan kenobi fanfic#codywan#codywan fanfic#cody/obi-wan#cody x obi-wan
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That moment when your looking for some Star Wars fanfics to read and you see the word â¨ď¸Gloryâ¨ď¸ somewhere im the title, you know the chance of Cody being in the fanfic just shot up exponentially.
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So I finally *finally* finished this spread for @pyromanicdaydreamer 's stupid inn story (affectionate).
Did I spend too long on this.... probably. But it's a really cute fic and you should give it a read.
#codywan#obi wan#obiwan kenobi#cody x obi wan#commander cody#cc 2224#fanart for fanfic#my art#pyromanicdaydreamer#obi wan kenobi#codywan modern au
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Headcanon that Cody and Obi-Wan flirt a lot and don't make any effort to conceal their relationship, but don't confirm it, so the whole GAR thinks they don't know that they are in love with each other. So one night Rex pulls some strings to get all the troopers out of the mess hall on the Negotiator and the 501st and 212th set up a candle lit dinner to try and get them to see how in love they are with each other. Everyone cries when they kiss and keep congratulating them on finally getting together over the next week. Later Cody comes to Rex all fucking embarassed to tell him that he and Obi-Wan have been together for over a year and they thought everyone already knew.
#oblivious yet competent at the same time these two#they just thought everyone would observe the causual flirting and make an inference#but no#idiots in love#obi wan kenobi#codywan#commander cody#codywan fanfic#the clone wars#clone wars fanfiction#fanfiction#my headcannon is oblivious obi wan#my headcannon is that cody is a terribke flirt#cc 2224#obi wan
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The Daily Fanfic Rec #46
Fandom : Star Wars
Site : Ao3
Title : Everybody Lives - But No One Makes It Out Alive
Author : Anonymous_Radish
Summary :
Cody and Obi-Wan as Desert Husbands, but Cody dies, wakes up a teenager in a warzone with no idea of who he is, where he came from, or how he got here - all he's got to guide him are dreams and feelings -
And all his feelings are telling him is that he's destined for Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Notes :
Oh this is the best one. It's Codywan so there is that. The other thing is time travel. Cody time travels into the past but has amnesia. He appears in Melida/Daan period but it fairly quickly progresses. We have Jedi, we have Mandalorians, we have young Alderaan royalty, and best of all WE HAVE JASTER MEREEL. Go go read it no regerts
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a love letter to cody: some fic recs
for a character that probably has less than an hour of actual screen time, this squatter lives in my head rent-free every day. fanon has done for his character what lorge gukas should've in the first place, crafting a guy packed with so much narrative and emotional potential for the wider sw universe that i regularly tear my hair out over the topic. i'll climb on my soapbox about that later, though.
so have this: a list of some solid cody-centric fics, organized roughly < wordcount-wise. fics are either complete, update regularly, or i'm hoping a boost of attention will encourage the writers. i plan to do a separate post dedicated to cody ships. if you want to find me on ao3 and rifle through my raw bookmarks, dm me.
eat up.
"Su Cuy'gar, Vod" by Triscribe. ~7k words, part of a series, rated ga. the clones get thrown back in time, and cody finds himself on melidaan
"these dry lands" by qigiined. ~10k words, rated t+. au, cody is trying to keep his little commander alive. features non-human obi-wan and qui-gon. this author has a lot of great non-human au fics that feature tons of humorous whump and well-written disabled characters
"glory be" by never_going_home. ~15k words, rated ga. time-travel, but sideways and back - disabled characters and interesting force shenanigans. (send this author some encouragement! ^^)
"Gold Leader" by TheShinyLizard, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67). ~15k words. cody's quest to find obiwan, post order 66
"The Force of My Love" by Quarra. ~20k words, rated m. eldritch clones, need i say more. crack treated seriously
"little warrior (be careful who you trust)" by TheGodWith5Yen. ~25k words, rated t+. desert husbands healing from trauma together
"keep" by TallNegotiations (dionova). ~30k words, rated t+. angry, angry cody. whump. what makes a human?
"Spring Thaw" by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal). ~40k words, rated t+. obiwan is a recovering sleeper agent, and cody and alpha-17 take care of him
#fic recs#commander cody#cc 2224#tcw cody#codywan#sw aus#prequels#star wars au#fics#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 recs#obiwan kenobi#obiwan#obi wan kenobi#time travel#obi wan whump#cody whump#codywan fluff#codywan fic#the clone wars
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you see me frown while we watch the clone wars because obi-wan didn't call cody "my dear"
#this is a genuine reaction of mine#I've read too many fics where obi calls cody 'my dear' amd now i get confused when he doesn't do it in the series#codywan#commander cody#general kenobi#obi wan kenobi#cody#cc 2224#codywan fanfic#codywan fic#star wars#tcw#swtcw
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I made the mistake of going through the Commander Cody tag found the saddest fic ever and then cried to Battery about it last night.
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We just just 3 weeks away from the start of the challenge! Keep those ideas flowing!
In the mean time to go from fall into winter (I know it's the beginning of fall don't come at me lol) ....
#star wars prompt#star wars tbb#star wars the bad batch#star wars the clone wars#star wars the clones wars#tbb fanfic#tbb fanfiction#tcw fanfic#tcw fanfiction#the bad batch#commander cody#cc 2224#ct 7567#captain rex#sw tcw#star wars tcw#the clone wars fanfic#the clone wars fanfiction#the clone wars#clone wars
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Cody Day WIP
I really wanted to have at least a chapter of this done for Cody Day @codyday2224 but life's been rough so instead have a sneak peak from the WIP of the fic that I'm writing. I'll add a link to the fic in this post when it's done.
Thank you to @catznetsov, @lyntergalactic, and @whatislifewithoutangst for coming up with this idea with me and noodling upon it.
The Care and Feeding of Your Marshal Commander
Batchmates
Cody is part of a command batch with Fox, Bly, Wolffe, and Ponds. Fox is Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard, Bly is Marshal Commander of the 327th Star Corps, Wolffe is Commander of the 104th, and Ponds is Commander of Lightning Squadron. Youâve probably come across at least one of them before. They are all equally terrifying and unhinged in their own special way. (Damn right â Wolffe) (Keep your teeth away from me â Bly)
Apart from the Corries (see the section on Fox below), whenever the 212th works with any of these units, make sure Cody gets time to spend with his respective batchmate. This should happen anyway as theyâll usually end up double bunking and sharing quarters but try to keep distractions to a minimum. Time spent grumbling over flimsiwork together is still better than being commâd to come and deal with a prank that has gone disastrously wrong. Good luck trying to explain to your very grumpy Marshal Commander and his equally grumpy batchmate (who is also a Commander or Marshal Commander) why the bunks in Barracks 6C are on fire and why every visible surface in Barracks 8E is covered in a fine powdery glitter. Youâll be on sanitation duty for so long that you might as well live in the freshers and become one with the mouse droids. Â
#commander cody#cody day#cody day 2224#coday#cody day 2024#2/2/24#star wars#wip#fanfic#commander fox#commander bly#commander wolffe#commander ponds#cc 2224#the clone wars#tcw#cody#fanfiction#fic#wips
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I don't know if anyone is going to see this, but I'm currently working on a Cody-Centric Fic which is probably going to be put in several parts. I have so many ideas.
If anyone is interested, it's going to be divided into three parts. One on Kamino, one on the War and one on the aftermath. It will not really be a fix-it and really clone centric.
The first part focuses on Cody's relationship with Jango, his batch mates (Fox, Wolffe, Bly, Ponds - heavy on the Fox) and later Rex. But you will notice that Cody is my favourite.
The second part includes Codywan. Sorry not sorry. It's going to be on the lighter side, with I hope lots of funny moments, but it still takes place during a war and Cody will deal with a lot of heartbreaking loss.
I'm not sure about the last part yet, but order 66 happens. It's probably going to be about imperial cody and how he learns to deal with the aftermath of what he's done and how he'll get out of the empire. I plan on including the way Darth Vader deals with clones as a sith and definietly a clone rebellion.
The point of this post is that it's still in the making process. I'm creating a time-line with events right now and have several mindmaps of relationship dynamics and how I'll portray them and just wanted to put the offer out to send me all ideas you've always wanted to see in a fanfic, but know you won't make it yourself. I'm open for shit posts and heavier ones. Your own ideas or some vague feelings. It doesn't matter.
This fic is already going to be written mainly for myself and is very self-indulgent and I thought, why not include everyone who never get's to writing their own fics.
So, yeah.
#commander cody#clone wars#cody is a dad#commander buir#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#Codywan#peak cody#Clones#Clone Commanders#clone commander fox#cc 2224#fanfic#kamino#Jango and cody#Cody is so done#clones#Clone centric#captain rex#clone culture
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#star wars#ahsoka tano#clone wars#sw tcw#tcw#anakin skywalker#fanfic#501st#ao3#commander cody#the clone wars#cc 2224
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sorry in advance, this IS angst. not proofread or edited heavily since it's just a WIP, but y'all have been patient with me so i figured it could be a little treat :3 let me know what you think in the comments!
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The day that Marshal Commander Cody died was an entirely unremarkable one.Â
It had been a busy market square in the Outer Rim. Closer to Tatooine that anyone wouldâve liked. A raiderâs run, soldiers and slavers clashing to defend or steal the people there. It was a common occurrence, the people there later revealed to Obi-Wan.Â
Cody, in all his stubborn glory, put himself between the people of that planet and the raiders trying to take them. He got cornered, got shot, got left for dead. Rex didnât know why he hadnât called for help, hadnât had the chance to ask anyone and hadnât been able to stomach reading the report.Â
Obi-Wan delivered the news to him. Rex delivered it to the batch. Only then did Obi-Wan file the official paperwork.
Fives had been hovering for the past few days. So had a few others, but especially him. Rex had thrown himself head first into work, giving himself little time to rest or come back to himself.Â
Anakin and Obi-Wan approached him to offer Codyâs old position at Obi-Wanâs side. He was one of the most qualified and knew how Obi-Wan thought. Heâd seen Codyâs day to day and knew what would be expected of him.Â
Rex had politely refused and excused himself to go throw up in the fresher.
Rex had never really had a batch. He did, but he was weird. Different from them. Difference was deadly on Kamino.Â
It had been Cody that found him, Cody that took him under his wing, Cody that taught him the importance of brotherhood and loyalty. He took an angry fucked up kid and made something worthy out of him and for that Rex would never be able to repay him.Â
In the quiet of his room, the rare hours that he allowed himself sleep, he stared at the ceiling with tired eyes, unable to find rest. He stared and thought. Thought about the man Cody was. Thought about how Rex wouldâve done anything for him. Thought about how heâd never see him again.Â
Thought about how that was his big brother. Thought about how he used to think Cody was invincible.Â
During their very brief time as children, Cody was untouchable. He was smart as all hell, good at getting in and out of trouble quicker than you could blink, and egregiously annoying about it. He used to tease Rex about coming back with a blush on his cheeks and a scowling trainer, boasting about how he wouldnât have gotten caught.Â
Heâd only ever gotten caught for Rexâs sake. Once, when Rex had really fucked up, Cody took the fall. He left with the trainers, coming back hours later bruised and beaten from the extra training they forced on him. Heâd met Rex with a wide smile and an arm around his shoulders, crowing about how Rex should see the other guy. Rex hadnât known whether to laugh or cry.Â
Fives had been hovering. Even now, he sat in Rexâs office while Rex worked, uncharacteristically quiet. He was scanning through mission reports, actually doing his work for once.Â
It was sort of nice to have another body with him. To not have the crushing loneliness take him.Â
It had occurred to him a few days after Codyâs death that Rex was alone now. Not truly, never truly alone, not while other clones existed. But still lonely.Â
Heâd always had his big brother with him, taking the fall for him, protecting him. He had memories of life before Cody, but they were fuzzy and far away, like remnants of a dream. The day Cody shoved himself into what he thought was an unoccupied storage closet to escape Foxâs wrath, only to bump into a small and sulky CT was the day Rexâs life changed for the better. It was easy with Cody. They knew each other. He always stood in front of Rex in the most annoying ways.
He thought he lost Cody once before. Before heâd grown used to death and the silence that accompanied it. Cody took a shot for him on Geonosis. Rex had never been so angry and heâd never felt so loved.Â
Iâm your brother, Cody had said, Iâll always take the shot for you. Stop acting like thatâs a surprise.
Rex had gone back and cried. It was before he had Torrent and the 501st. Back when it really was just him and Cody. He hadnât been able to stomach the thought of Cody going without him. Hadnât been able to breathe when he thought about his brother dying, leaving Rex alone to fend for himself.Â
It felt vulnerable in a way Rex hadnât expected. Like all this time Cody had been a pillar of protection and without it Rex was left to the wolves. He couldnât flip on his comm and shoot Cody a message asking for advice. He couldnât wander to the 212th bunks during shore leave to catch up with him and complain about his Jedi. Heâd never get to see if Cody would grow a pair and confess to Obi-Wan. Heâd never get to spend the end of the war with his brother, endless days under some gentle far off sun.Â
Theyâd made plans when they were kids about what theyâd do once they left. It was the only promise Rex allowed himself to make. He knew there were no absolutes in war, but so long as he had the list and he had Cody to check it off with, he was okay.
Theyâd gotten less than halfway through when Cody died.Â
Fivesâ comm beeped and Rex watched his brow furrow. Rex thought about what heâd do if Fives died. He honestly didnât know.
Fives looked up at him, took in his demeanor, and his face relaxed. Rex had gotten too transparent with everything going on.Â
âIâm heading out,â Rex said, the hoarseness in his voice surprising even him, âIâll be back by dinner.â
âIâll come with,â Fives said quickly, already getting to his feet, âWhere are we going?â
âMeeting,â Rex said, closing out of his work, âItâs above your security level.â It wasnât, it wasnât even a meeting, but Fives would insist if he told him that.
âIâll talk to the General then,â Fives said, âIâm sure itâll be fine this once.â
âFives,â Rex started, before hesitating and backtracking, âItâs okay. Iâll be fine.â
Fivesâ face hardened and he crossed his arms, âRex -â
âIâll see you later,â Rex sighed, his armor feeling like it weighed two hundred pounds, âTry to wrap up those reports while Iâm gone.â
Fives jaw clenched but he nodded. Rex appreciated that about him. He knew when to push and when to let things lie. Many people thought he was brash, charging in with no regard to his surroundings. Rex always felt the opposite. He liked to push, yes, and he liked to get his way, but he only pushed when it was needed. When he was seeing something Rex wasnât.Â
He reminded Rex a little bit of Cody sometimes.Â
Rex often wondered if it had been Cody and Fives on Umbara instead of him. He wondered if Pong Krell wouldâve been able to take them apart the way he did. Those two were strong in ways he wasnât.
Rex left his office, fixing his helmet over his head as he went. Theyâd landed on Coruscant two days ago, four days after Codyâs death. Rex hadnât left the bunkhouse for anything except food and a summons to the Jedi Temple.Â
He took a breath as he exited the complex, hating the weight of his kama as he moved.Â
Cody never had a kama. Everyone mocked and made fun of him for it except Fox. Rex always thought there was some unspoken agreement between those two, some burden their ranks afforded them that the rest were all kept from. Rex had never been jealous of their relationship until now.Â
He made it to the Coruscant Guard Complex almost unconsciously, too caught up in his own head to follow his feet until suddenly he was standing at the entrance. A trooper in red nodded at him from the front desk. Rex nodded back, taking a seat in the waiting area.
It wasnât long before Fox came down, also in his full kit. He greeted Rex as warmly as he ever does, which is to say not very, and gestured for him to follow.Â
âAlmost everyone else is here,â Fox said as they walked side by side through the winding hallways, âJust missing Bly.â
âSo you mean Wolffe is here,â Rex attempted to joke. Foxâs nonanswer was all he needed to know that it fell flat.
Sometimes Rex thought about Fives and his batch. Watching it shrink piece by piece, losing and losing and losing until all you have is yourself. Between Cody and Ponds, he was beginning to understand it better than he wanted to.Â
âIâm sorry,â Rex said quietly, one of the overhead lights flickering as they passed.
Fox waved him off, âGallows humor. Itâs understandable.â
They walked in silence for another five minutes, the white lights painting everything in a stark light. Shadows were almost non-existent here, only lurking behind closed doors and corners the unnatural light couldnât quite reach. It was too harsh.Â
Rex entered Foxâs office, taking a look around the space. It hadnât changed much since the last time heâd been here. There was still an old, cheap looking couch in one corner, a massive desk piled high with flimsiwork and datapads, windows that overlooked the Senate Complex, and if he had to wager a guess at least three blasters hidden in the room.Â
Wolffe was currently sitting on the couch, already nursing a glass of whatever Fox managed to get his hands on this time. Pros of dealing with criminals everyday, Rex supposed. Still, Wolffe looked about as bad as Rex felt.Â
He hadnât been invited to this after Pondsâ death, instead meeting up with the batch at 79s after they had their initial wake. He wasnât sure how this was supposed to go.Â
âRexâika,â Wolffe greeted, standing to pour Rex a drink, âGlad you could make it.â
âThanks,â Rex said gruffly, âfor inviting me.â
Wolffe shrugged, his back to Rex, âYou were his vodâika. Pretty sure heâd come back from the dead to kill us if we didnât invite you.â
Rex gave the best laugh he could.
Fox moved past him, pulling off his helmet. Rex followed suit, placing his on a small table next to the couch as he accepted the drink from Wolffe. Fox looked like hell, as per usual. He had a bruise forming under his right eye, his broken nose that never quite healed right standing out more than usual next to it. He had a new scar on his jaw, a small thin line that Rex probably wouldnât have noticed if he wasnât looking.Â
âPrison riot,â Fox grumbled when he saw Rex looking, âGot a little out of control.â Rex nodded, accepting the answer without a fight. If Fox wanted to tell them more, heâd tell them more.Â
Rex moved to the couch, sitting on the opposite end of Wolffe. The elder got a temper, especially in cases like this, and Rex didnât want to be next to him when it inevitably showed itself.Â
âHowâs the 501st?â Fox asked, more of a polite formality than anything else. It struck Rex how weird this situation was. Normally Cody was there, a binding force that meshed two parts of his life seamlessly. It was never awkward or centered around small talk when he was there but now - now it was like they had nothing but small talk.
âGood,â Rex said simply, sipping his drink and doing his best not to make a face, âWeâve got a few more being sent off for ARC training soon and Iâm working on proposing a few initiatives to the admirals about restrictions regarding eating habits.â
âRestrictions?â Wolffe asked, a puzzled look on his face, âWhat for?â
Rex shrugged, relaxing into the cushions, âSome of the heavy gunners and ARC troopers are complaining that their meal plans arenât being switched to a higher protein intake despite their intensive training. Iâm working with the Commander to get that fixed.â
Heâd worked with Cody on it too.
Fox made a considering noise before saying, âThe ration restrictions in general are a pain in the ass already.â
Wolffe raised an eyebrow at them, âGeneral Koon got rid of those the second month of the war. Whatâs taking your people so long?â
âPalpatine.â
âAnakin.â
Fox and Rex made eye contact, a smile pulling at the corners of Foxâs lips. It seemed Palpatineâs influence had rubbed off after all.Â
âThe chancellor I understand,â Wolffe continued, âBut General Skywalker?â
Rex shrugged again, âHeâs more concerned with action, less so politics. Doesnât like to get involved on the administrative level aside from the fight.â
Wolffe scoffed, âSounds like a shit general.â
Rex smiled wryly, âHe does alright. General Kenobiâs been helping.â
Wolffe rolled his eyes, âThe 212th canât be expected to step in everytime Skywalker throws a hissy fit over paperwork.â
âThey donât,â Rex said, a somewhat bitter smile on his face, âI do.â
Wolffe grunted but let the subject be for the time being.Â
Fox turned to face Rex, âSkywalker visits Palpatine often.â
Rex nodded.Â
âWhatâs that relationship like?â Fox asked, looking at Rex with a strange light in his eyes.Â
Rex took another sip before answering, âIâm not sure. I get the feeling itâs complicated between him, Kenobi, and Palpatine. Everytime Kenobi and Palpatine interact I feel like theyâre about to start brawling.â
âBut Skywalker,â Fox pushed, âWhatâs his thoughts on it?â
âI guess heâs fine with it,â Rex said, âI mean, he wouldnât be going to see him so often if it wasnât.â
âAnd you?â Fox asked, âHow does he treat you?â
Rex narrowed his eyes as he looked at Fox, âWhy?â
Wolffe spoke up, âHeâs a paranoid bastard, just answer him.â
Rex glared at Wolffe before turning back to Fox, âHeâs fine. Itâs fine. We get along well and the Commander and I are on good terms.â
Foxâs shoulders, which Rex had not realized were previously tensed, relaxed, âGood. Glad to hear it.â
Foxâs comm chimed. He looked down to read over the message before excusing himself to go retrieve Bly from the lobby. Rex watching him go, an alarm bell going off in the back of his head.
âIs he okay?â Rex asked Wolffe once the door closed.Â
Wolffe stared after Fox, an unsettling look on his face. It was times like this that Rex was reminded of how close Wolffe and Fox were. If Rex noticed something was off, Wolffe certainly had as well.Â
âHeâs fine,â Wolffe said, something like steel in his tone, âAs fine as the rest of us.â
Rex hid his wince. He supposed that was fair enough. Like he said, Cody and Fox had always understood each other on a different level.
âYou?â Wolffe asked after a moment of silence. Rex looked at him, confusion written clearly across his face. Wolffe sighed, âHow are you doing?â
âOh,â Rex looked back down at his drink. He hadnât really expected them to ask. âIâm fine.â
âRight,â Wolffe drawled, knocking back the rest of his drink. He stood and snagged the bottle from Foxâs desk, bringing it over to the couch to refill. âI wonât even pretend to believe that.â
Rex frowned as he nursed his drink, âThereâs not much for me to say that youâre not already thinking.â
Wolffe scrubbed a hand over his face, âLook, kid, Iâm trying to help you out here. Offer you a willow branch or whatever the saying is. You canât be honest with the Jedi and you canât be honest with your men so be honest with us.â
Rex bit the inside of his cheek, weighing Wolffeâs offer. He supposed that was the point of this meeting, to talk and memorialize and be honest. He rubbed his eye before saying, âHeâs my big brother. My only brother, for a while there. What do you think?â
Wolffe leaned back, satisfied with his answer, âWeâre your brothers too.â
âYeah,â Rex agreed, âBut you know it was different.â
âI know.â
Rex stared at the little scratches in his glass and wondered how many times Fox had pulled these out for similar situations. He wasnât a big drinker, as far as Rex knew. He preferred to keep his head in order to better deal with senators and politicians. But these glasses told a different story.Â
âI used to wonder what he saw in you,â Rex looked up at Wolffe, only to find the otherâs gaze fixed on the window across from them, âWhat did you have that our batch couldnât give him? Then I realized it wasnât about giving. It never was with Cody.â
âI wondered that too,â Rex admitted softly, following Wolffeâs line of sight to the Jedi Temple, âI still think he just felt bad for me.â
Wolffe laughed sharply, âProbably. At least, initially. But he liked you enough to keep it going.â
Rex felt his mouth lift slightly into a smile, âIâm better for it.â
Wolffe hummed in agreement and they fell into a comfortable silence. It was easier now that he had other people that knew Cody. That werenât just eyeing him like they were waiting for him to snap. He wasnât going to snap, largely because he already had, and the constant handling had been getting on his nerves more than he realized.Â
Heâd gone down the night he got the news and whaled on a punching bag. He made it back to his quarters with bloody knuckles before collapsing and sobbing on the floor, crying for Cody like a child. Heâd been ashamed of it the next morning, the physical evidence of a break that he shouldnât have had blatant under the fluorescent light. Heâd applied bacta from the stash in his room and slid on his gloves, hiding the winces that came everytime he flexed his fingers and raw skin rubbed up against the material.Â
He looked at Wolffe from the corner of his eye, wondering what his reaction had been after they hung up the call. Bly Fox and Wolffe had answered with varying degrees of annoyance before seeing the look on Rexâs face. He was pretty sure Fox knew before he said anything, but Bly and Wolffe had both been caught off guard.Â
Fox listened, offered his condolences, and hung up. None of them held it against him. Sometimes that was just the way Fox was.Â
Bly and Wolffe stayed on the call, wanting to hear the how, when, and why. Bly shut down pretty quickly, compartmentalizing as fast as he could. Rex couldnât blame him, that was his initial reaction as well. Heâd told Obi-Wan thank you and assured Anakin heâd be fine before abruptly ending the call on them.Â
Wolffe looked angry. He looked angry and scared and Rex knew from dealing with others that was not a good combination. Heâd heard a knock on the door just before Wolffe hung up, suspecting it to be his general. Rex didnât bother following up on that, figured either it was or it wasnât and no matter which it was it wasnât his business.Â
âI keep thinking I see him,â Wolffe admitted to the silence of the room, âNow that the 212th has landed itâs like heâs everywhere.â
Rex winced, remembering his own reaction. The flashes of orange and yellow filling the bunkhouse, each one a reminder, a possibility, a failure.Â
âItâs hard to move on like this,â Rex agreed, âWhen we all look like him. Talk like him.â
Wolffe snorted, âNo one talks like him, not since Kenobi got his hands on him. Cody learned a bunch of big words and used it to sound like the smartest guy in the room.â
Rex dipped his head to hide his smile, âHeâs always been competitive.â
âYouâre telling me,â Wolffe grumbled into his drink, âYou didnât meet him before he developed a conscience.â
The door slid open, revealing Fox and Bly on the other side. Rex gave Bly a weak smile, he returned it with about the same level of enthusiasm. Rex let the greetings fade into the background, choosing instead to top off his drink as Bly settled in next to him. Rex poured another drink for Bly and handed it off, just trying to keep himself busy.Â
âWhat did you two talk about while I was gone?â The question drew Rex back into the conversation. He looked up at Fox, whoâd taken off his helmet again, before looking at Wolffe.
âWhat do you think?â Wolffe drawled, unbuckling his vambraces now that everyone was there.
Fox sighed and claimed a spot on the floor, leaning against his desk for support, âJust wondering. Maybe you finally met someone desperate enough to give you a shot, I donât know.â
âFuck you,â Wolffe sneered, âIâm a real treasure Iâll have you know.â
Fox rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his drink, apparently not feeling like putting up much of a fight. Rex was glad for it.Â
The room fell uncomfortably silent, all of them looking at each other and thinking the same thing.Â
It was too cold in here.
They were pessimists. All except Bly, but you wouldnât have guessed that based on outward appearance. Every single one of them lived day to day, putting one foot in front of the other, and expecting every ounce of blood that swam around their ankles.Â
Cody hadnât disbelieved that, but heâd always been different. He wasnât - Rex wouldnât have described him as an optimist. But he knew how to be happy. He knew how to let himself go a little bit, balance the soldier and the person with effortless grace. The rest of them had never really mastered that without having help. Usually the help was Cody.Â
He was just good with people. Good at being a person. Good at being something other than what he was engineered to be. Cody was the closest to âhumanâ most of them would ever get.Â
Now, sitting in this cold office holding a glass of moonshine and staring at men that heâs suddenly not sure heâs ever really known, Rex felt like Cody was further away than ever.Â
Bly cleared his throat, raising his glass, âTo Kote. May he march on under the light of the Manda, guided forever by his wit and warriorâs heart.â
They drank, the swill burning more than Rex remembered from the past few sips. The silence returned, heavy and oppressive. Rexâs chest felt heavy, like a weight had been placed upon him since Obi-Wan first called him and now it threatened to suffocate him.Â
âHowâd you find out?â It took Rex a moment to realize Bly was addressing him. He looked up, reading an innocent curiosity on Blyâs face. âI assume Skywalker told you?â
Rex shook his head, âKenobi.â
Bly sucked in a breath and nudged his shoulder in sympathy, âHow soon after?â
Rex shrugged, his gaze going to the opposite wall, âAbout three hours.â
âHowâd he break it to you?â Wolffe asked, stretching an arm out over the back of the couch.
Rex gripped his glass a little tighter, looking back down at it, âAs best as he could. He asked me to pass the news along to you three before he filed the report.â
âThank you,â Bly said, âI know it was a tough call.â
Rex ducked his head, not trusting the way his throat had begun to close up. The last thing he wanted to do here was cry.Â
âAlright,â Fox drawled, âEnough of the downer stuff. If heâs going to die on us the least we can do is rip him to shreds at his own wake.â
Rex huffed a laugh while Wolffe sent a sharp grin Foxâs way. Bly rolled his eyes but a small smile played at his lips. It was unconventional, and not the way Cody wouldâve broached the subject, but it worked.Â
âAnyone got any pact stories?â Wolffe asked with a sly smile.
Pact stories were unique to this batch as far as Rex could tell. Instances or happenings from their training or later careers that were sworn to be kept between two members until one of them died. Cody and Rex had a few of their own, a few secrets and adventures that they both swore up and down they would never voice unless the other was dead and gone. It was funny, Rex had never thought heâd be the one telling them.
âHe had a crush on Shaak-Ti,â Bly said proudly, cutting off Fox whoâd opened his mouth to speak. âRemember when she came to see the commanders off? He gave her his comm code.â
Rex bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He had remembered Cody pulling the Jedi aside to speak with her, but it looked like a serious conversation so he hadnât asked.Â
âWe only knew Shaak-Ti for a month before being shipped out!â Wolffe said incredulously, âHeâs an idiot.â
Bly smiled toothily, leaning back now that his bit was done. Fox sat up with a sparkle in his eye, his expression spelling nothing but trouble.Â
âDo you guys remember the weapons ring on Kamino? The one the Cuyâval Dar set up that the Kaminoans pretend didnât exist?â
Rex did indeed remember it. A lot of the Cuyâval Dar were bounty hunters at one point or at least followed Mandalorian traditions. They complained about Kaminoâs mass manufactured weapons, calling them cheap and useless. Rex wasnât sure where it started, but one day he remembered seeing trainers walking around with shiny new blasters, bo staffs, and vibroblades.Â
âWell,â Fox grinned into his cup, âCody found where they kept the weapons. He didnât tell me until about a week after, during the sleep deprivation training.â
Rex remembered how much Cody hated that training. He was incredibly physically and mentally strong, but the man had a thing about sleep. He hated missing out on it, going so far as to nap in active warzones when he could if heâd missed his baseline minimum hours the night before.Â
âWe sabotaged them,â Foxâs face morphed into one of malicious glee, one they were all intimately familiar with but hadnât seen much recently, âDid just enough damage that nothing worked but they couldnât prove anything without going to the Kaminoans for help. And the Kaminoans only turned a blind eye because no one talked about it. They had to buy the whole shipment over again.â
Wolffe whistled, mirth in his eyes as well. It was expensive getting things shipped out to Kamino, even more so when youâre paying for discretion. It was a good move on Fox and Codyâs part. Rex wouldâve given anything to see the look in the Cuyâval Darâs eyes when they saw what happened.Â
Rex finished his drink and reached for the bottle as Wolffe took his turn to speak, âOne time he kidnapped a padawan.â
Bly started coughing, his face turning red as he pounded his chest while Rex and Fox stared at Wolffe.Â
âHe did what?â
Wolffe grinned, smug as you please, now that he had everyoneâs attention, âWe were at 79s together, Fox had a meeting and everyone else was on a campaign or mission, and we ended up pretty much blacking out. Cut to the next morning, Iâm laying in my bunk with the worst headache known to man and the first thing I see is my general standing over me very firmly asking where the padawan is. I had no clue what they were talking about, so I pointed them to Cody.â
Wolffe paused to take a swig while Rex took a second to muse over that mental image. He wasnât sure what heâd do if Skywalker woke him up by looming over his bed frame after a night out. Probably yell for Ahsoka.Â
âWell turns out they canât find Cody,â Wolffe continued, the rest all leaning in, âAnd one of my boys told them that weâd been together. So we went to the Temple and pulled up security footage from the night before and thereâs Cody, cooing over this little red head human who was about a third of his size. The poor kid was crying and it looked like Cody was trying to help but it wasnât really working. Anyway, we followed the cameras and realized the padawan had led Cody out. Poor bastard was too drunk to know what was going on.â
Rex snorted, imagining a wobbly Cody being led by a little kid with a snotty nose and big eyes. It was the kind of routine that Rex can absolutely imagine working on his brother.Â
âI went back to the bunks to wait and eventually Cody comes back a few hours later looking like hell. I asked him what happened and he just went,â Wolffe pulled himself upright to a proper soldierâs posture and puffed out his chest a little more than necessary, âThatâs classified. Youâll have to ask Commander Dume for the full report. So thatâs what I did. Turns out the kid led him to a late night food court and he spent over one hundred credits on him.â
Bly and Fox cackled while Rex laughed and shook his head. Honestly, Rex was a little impressed by the kid. He had guts, thatâs for sure.Â
âAnyway, Kenobi paid him back for everything but I swear Cody hid from that kid everytime he saw him afterward.â
âIsnât that General Billabaâs padawan?â Bly asked, still laughing a little. Wolffe nodded in confirmation and Blyâs laughter picked up again as he pulled up his comm. âI have got to tell Grey about this.â
Rex chewed on the inside of his lip, wanting to tell his story but also unsure. He wanted to keep at least a part of Cody for himself.Â
But the other three were looking at him and Rex was reminded that for as much as he was grieving, so were they. Cody mightâve been special to him, but his brother had a lot of people on his side. Theyâd shared willingly, it would be selfish of him not to.
âHe tried to distract a Seppie senator by flirting with him,â Rex said quickly, automatically uncomfortable with the way everyoneâs head turned his way. âWe were on a diplomatic mission and the Jedi were getting up to something or other.â It had been on Mandalore, actually. He was pretty sure Obi-Wan and Satine had been fooling around and it was Codyâs way of getting petty revenge during a very important political ceasefire.Â
âSkywalker asked us to keep the guards busy so I made up a story about needing help about something or other, but we ran into a senator on the way over. So Cody, in his full kit, decides the best way to distract him from asking too many questions was to flirt with him.â Rex smiled a little bit, remembering how horribly embarrassed heâd been in that moment watching everything happen. âAs you can imagine, it didnât go well.â
Wolffeâs laugh was practically a bark as he said, âWhat you mean the officer of the GAR flirting with a Separatist senator didnât go over smoothly?â
Rex shook his head, âWell, the issue was that he started flirting back.â
Fox seemed to catch on, his jaw dropping slightly and a shocked look flitting across his face, âPlease tell me he didnât actuallyâŚâ
Rex bit his lip but gave a tiny nod. A chorus of yells echoed from the other three before Rex intervened, âIt didnât get far! Cody made up an excuse and left and swore me to secrecy and that was that.â
Fox and Wolffe looked at each other, surprise still written on their faces. Bly finished his drink and grabbed another while Rex grinned.Â
âThatâsâŚâ Bly sighed into his cup, looking disappointed, âActually yeah that sounds like him.â
Rex laughed, his head starting to feel a little fuzzy. It was a good buzz, the atmosphere having lightened significantly now that they were more focused on happier things. He settled into the couch, cradling his glass close to him. Maybe Cody wasnât here, and maybe he was. Maybe he could keep him alive and with him, just for one more night.Â
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Rex did not make it back in time for dinner. Heâd answered Fivesâ call drunk off his ass and assured him he was getting a walk back to the GAR complex and then stayed for about five more hours, drinking and talking and laughing for the first time in days.Â
Eventually, he had to go. The 501st was taking off the day after next and Rex would be needed to oversee the usual pre-takeoff duties. That and Fives had gotten Kix on his case as well and he really didnât want them to physically drag him away. That would put a damper on the night.Â
Rex sighed as he left the Guard compound, his escort for the night graciously allowing him to lean against him. He stood at the doors, feeling the rare Coruscanti wind on his face and the cool night air hit him. It helped sober him a little, get rid of some of his haze.Â
âReady to go sir?â His escort, a kid named Rune, asked.
He nodded, moving to put on his helmet before deciding against it. On the off chance he had to throw up before he could reach a fresher he really didnât want to have to clean it out of his helmet.Â
They walked in silence for a bit, passing through the large stone structures that marked the entrance to this place. Rex didnât get how Fox could stand being here. Everything was so enclosed, so ominous, so statuesque. It was too perfect, like someone was trying too hard to cover up something ugly.Â
Rexâs eyes drifted to the Geonosis memorial, as they always did. The names and numbers of every clone and Jedi that died during the battle were engraved on that stone, a mass etching that spoke of death, sacrifice, and war.Â
He had a batcher that died during the fight. Heâd been surprised to be so upset over it, especially considering the distance that he himself created between them. But it had been there nonetheless, a little ball of grief that sat just behind his ribs. He wondered if he could find his number on the stone. He hadnât lived long enough to earn a name.
Rex slowed in front of the memorial, searching forâŚsomething. He wasnât sure what.Â
âCaptain?â
Rex turned his head to the side at the quiet call. It sounded small and shaky.
It didnât sound like it belonged to Obi-Wan Kenobi.
âGeneral,â Rex said, doing his best not to slur. He remembered a second too late that he was supposed to salute the man, but Kenobi waved away the motion before Rex could complete it. He looked awful. There were bags under his eyes, his normally perfectly styled hair was greasy and unkempt, and he smelled like heâd spent a week in a brewery in the Outer Rim.Â
âRex,â Kenobi said. Rex waited for him to elaborate, but he didnât, just stared at Rex with sad, sad eyes and an expression of despair.Â
âItâs me,â Rex confirmed, walking closer to the other man, âI was seeing a friend.â
Kenobi nodded, his eyes going back to the wall in front of them. It was odd. Rex didnât think anyone but clones ever bothered to look at this.
âAre you alright sir?â Rex asked, turning to face the wall as well.Â
âPlease donât call me that,â Kenobi whispered, his face scrunching up like heâd gotten a taste of something sour, âI donât - Iâm not that right now.â
Rex furrowed his brow, not sure what he was referring to. Oh well. Heâd figure it out later. He was too tired and too drunk for that right now.
âBut are you?â Rex pressed, the giddiness from his evening beginning to vanish.
Kenobi laughed, a wet, hopeless sound that grated on Rexâs ears, âAre you?â
Rex shrugged, âI donât know.â It was the truth. He didnât know how he felt. His mood had been switching too quickly for even him to keep up.Â
Kenobi made another painful noise but didnât answer. Rex shifted, looking back at Rune who was staying a respectful distance away. He didnât want to waste too much of his time.Â
âIt wasnât your fault,â the words were falling out of Rexâs mouth before he could stop them. He knew Kenobi probably blamed himself, knew Wolffe and Fox and Bly all did too. But they didnât see what Rex saw. Kenobi wouldâve done anything for Cody, including jumping in front of that blaster for him. He wouldâve done it, if he were able.
Kenobi didnât respond but his eyes shone in the ever-present light of the planet. Rex wasnât used to such a blatant display of vulnerability from the other man. Kenobi was always snappy, witty, ducking and dodging through conversations as artfully as he did battles.Â
Kenobi sucked in a ragged breath before saying, âWe made plans. For after the war.â
Rex tried not to feel jealous about that. Tried not to think about the plans he and Cody had made so long ago, worlds away from this one, back when they had chubby cheeks and missing teeth, whispering under the blankets after curfew.Â
âWhat plans?â Rex croaked. Kenobi needed an outlet, as Rex had earlier. He could do that for him. For Codyâs sake.Â
Kenobi hummed, gathering his thoughts. Rex turned back to Rune and jerked his head back toward the complex. The younger hesitated, but Rex gave him a reassuring look and purposefully pointed at Kenobi. Rune nodded after a second and turned, pulling up his comm, likely to contact Fox and let him know what happened.Â
âI wanted to take him to Kashyyyk,â Kenobi whispered, pulling Rexâs focus back, âHe always loved the forests the most.â
Rex thought about that for a moment. Cody and Kenobi, away from the Jedi and the GAR, pulling each other headfirst into a new adventure every day, waking up to the sounds of birdsong and sun on their faces.Â
It sounded like the kind of life Cody wouldâve liked.Â
Rex told him so and Kenobi smiled weakly, âI wouldâve followed wherever he wanted to go.â
Rexâs eyes burned abruptly, the emotion heâd been trying to avoid so fiercely surfacing now. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision and realizing too late Kenobi was still speaking.Â
â-you all the time,â Kenobiâs eyes scanned the stone, taking in the many many casualties theyâd suffered, âHe loved you more than anything.â
It felt like all the air had been punched out of Rexâs chest. He didnât want to hear that, not from the man that Cody had spent long hours pining over and making plans for every chance he got. He didnât want to hear that from the man that was supposed to be Codyâs everything.
âDid he ever tell you?â Rex asked weakly, knowing the answer to his question. Still, he looked at Kenobi, just in case.
âNo,â Kenobi said softly, a tear slipping down his face, âBut I knew. We both knew.â
And that - that felt like getting hit by a freighter. Cody had known all this time. Heâd known and still heâd held himself back, refused to allow himself even one small pleasure while lives were at risk.Â
Rex wished his brother was a selfish man. He wished with all his might that Cody had been a little more cowardly, a little more covetous, a little less heroic. He wished Cody wouldâve taken something for himself for once.
Rex ignored the hot tears beginning to spill down his face, looking stubbornly at the memorial in front of him, âHeâs an idiot then.â
Kenobi huffed, âIt wouldâve been futile. It wouldnât have changed anything. Heâd still be dead.â
Rex looked at the Jedi, for the first time wondering how they grieved. The one time heâd seen Anakin do it was probably the most terrifying few days of his life. Things had been bad aboard the venator. Heâd been angry and twitchy, yelling and snapping like a feral dog. Rex had stepped in between him and Ahsoka at one point, telling him to back off before he did some real damage. The look in his eyes that followed haunted Rex for weeks after. It was the first time heâd ever been truly afraid of his general.
Rex looked at the man in front of him and wondered if he loved anyone enough to be reduced to nothing like that. Wondered if the effect he had on Anakin went both ways.Â
âHe was a good man,â Kenobi said quietly, tears flowing down his face as well, âA very good man.â
Rex clenched his jaw. He didnât want Cody to be a good man. He wanted Cody to be here. He wanted, so stupidly and so desperately, for Cody to be here to tease him for crying over him. He wanted Cody to be here to banish the crushing loneliness that was coming back over the course of this conversation. He wanted Cody to be here because Cody knew him, and Rex wasnât sure anyone else ever would.Â
He was a captain to his men, a soldier to his superiors, a brother-in-arms to Torrent, and a little brother to none.Â
âHe was my brother,â was all Rex could say in response.Â
âI owe you an apology,â Kenobi said after a moment, âI believe I asked you to step into his shoes far too quickly.â
Rex tried his best to keep his shrug nonchalant, less like the flinch it truly was, âItâs alright.â
Kenobi shook his head, finally turning to look at Rex, âWe both know why I really asked.â
Rex grimaced. Heâd had a feeling, but no confirmation. Rex was the closest thing to Cody. The next best person. They had similar attitudes and stances. They had the same sense of humor and the same sense of severity when shit hit the fan.Â
He and Cody had the same sense of humanity, despite their upbringing. He wouldâve been Codyâs replacement, not a commander in his own right. It was, after all, half the reason Rex refused.
âI know,â Rex said softly, drumming his fingers on his helmet. His thoughts were slow and syrupy, filtering too much and not enough. âMaybe in a few months. If the position isnât filled.âÂ
Kenobi shook his head again, âI donât want to hold you to that. Youâre happy with the 501st. Cody always seemed to think so.â
Rexâs lower lip trembled. He was. He really, truly was happy with them. Fives, Jesse, Kix, the whole bunch. He was a brother and a captain in one, there to lead them down the right path and it was good. It was fun. It was more than he ever thought heâd get out of this shitty life.
It didnât mean he didnât miss Cody with his whole being.Â
Before Anakin split off to form the 501st, when Rex was in the 212th and working under Cody, it had been so easy. Their dynamic barely changed as Cody remained in the lead and Rex remained staunch in his resolve to follow him wherever he went. Theyâd worked well together and at the end of the day they could still share meals, swap stories, and be brothers. They were still Rex and Cody.Â
âI am,â Rex said in lieu of all that, âAn - Skywalker is a good leader.â
Kenobi smiled, but something was off. Painful looking. âIâm glad.â
They sat in silence together for a few more minutes, both discreetly wiping their faces. A few guards passed them by but no one came up to interrupt them. No one dared pull a Jedi away, especially not at this time of night.Â
âI should let you go,â Kenobi said. It was almost like watching an illusory trick in real life, the way he slowly collected himself until he looked more like General Kenobi, and less like Obi-Wan.Â
Rex nodded slowly, still drunk despite the sobering conversation, âFives is worried. Iâve been gone a while.â
Kenobi looked at over at Rex and then behind him into the guard compound, some semblance of understanding on his face, âIâm glad you four got to mourn.â
Rexâs face twitched. He wasnât sure how he felt about Obi-Wan knowing thatâs what he was doing and where he was coming from. It made sense that he knew, given Pondsâ death and Codyâs own occasional disappearances in there to go see Fox, but still. It felt odd. Like an intrusion.
Rex didnât say any of that, instead giving Kenobi a short nod and doing his best not to wobble too much as he walked away. He brought up his comm as he glanced back, seeing the Jedi still watching him go as the wall behind him loomed ominously. It felt symbolic, important in a way Rex didnât yet understand. The vision of Kenobi, defeated and beat down, in front of a wall of dead clone namesâŚmaybe if he was more sober he couldâve added something to that. Bly and Ponds wouldâve known.Â
âFives?â Rex croaked into his comm, his voice worn from various conversations and tears, âYou available for a pick-up?â
Rex heard Fives sigh into the comm, âAlways Rex. How bad are you?â
Rex shrugged, forgetting that Fives couldnât see. After an awkward moment of silence, Fives grumbled something about drunk brothers and Rex could hear him going for his boots, âWhere exactly am I finding you?â
âGuard complex.â
âJesus Rex.â
âNot like that,â Rex muttered, âWas just visiting.â
âOh,â there was a small pause on the other end, âOh. Fox.â
âAnd Wolffe and Bly,â Rex admitted, looking around for a place to sit. He really wanted to sit. âIt was good.â
There was another small pause before Fives answered, sounding a little strange, âIâm glad. Support is important.â
âYeah,â Rex hummed, âMaybe. Wasnât about that.â
âNo?â
Some part of Rex registered Fives was just keeping him talking. Another part of Rex didnât actually care.Â
âNo,â he said quietly, âJust remembering.â
Fives made a noise like he understood. Rex turned around to see Kenobi gone from the memorial. Briefly, something in his chest pinched and pulled tight. He hadnât taken into account that Kenobi was also one of the last threads to Cody he had left.Â
âRex? You okay?â
âHm?â Rexâs attention was half-focused on Fives, half-scanning for Kenobi, âYeah. Of course.â And then, because for some reason he couldnât keep his mouth shut, âRan into Kenobi.â
He heard the soft whoosh of the doors to the GAR barracks, knowing Fives was probably on his way, âYeah? Whatâd he say?â
Rex shrugged, new tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to choke them down as he spoke, âWhat I expected. He loved Cody, Cody was a good man, Iâve got a job offer if I want it.â
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line before a little half-scared, âWhat?â made it out of Fives.
Rex scrubbed his eyes. He hadnât told anyone about it the first time around. âCodyâs position. If I wanted it.â
âOh,â Fives sounded small all of a sudden. Unsteady. âDo you?â
Rex hummed, âI donât know.â
âOh.â
They sat in silence for a little bit, the various sounds of the street filtering through both sides of the comm. Rex found a seat on a bench not too far away, eyeing civilians passing by in case they tried anything stupid.Â
âI want you to stay here,â Fives finally said. âI know you and Cody -â
âIâm not going anywhere,â Rex said, cutting Fives off before he could get further, âIt was just an offer. Weâre both drunk andâŚdrunk. Iâm not taking it.â Yet.
He heard a breath of relief from the other side and guilt twinged at him, âGood. Iâm glad. We need you here, Rex.â
Rex hummed, looking up and for once wishing he was surrounded by stars. It was easy to get sick of it in deep space. It gave him a headache sometimes, staring out into an empty void that he knew would kill them all in an instant. But here on Coruscant you couldnât see the sky, not after generations of light pollution. It made him wish to be away, to be anywhere but here.
âI donât have a big brother anymore,â Rex said into the comm. It was more of a passing comment, something heâd been chewing on since Codyâs death.Â
âI know,â Fives sounded horribly sad in his response. Rex blinked at the comm, almost wanting to see Fivesâ face. He was the oldest of his batch. Heâd seen his little brothers die one by one. Rex wondered what it felt like to be on that side of things.
âIâm not anyoneâs vodâika,â Rex murmured.Â
âI know,â Fives repeated, quieter this time but still weighty.Â
Rex wasnât sure what else to say. His big brother was gone. Nothing could change that.
âIâll be there soon oriâvod,â Fives said kindly with only a mild note of concern in his voice, âThen we can go home.â
Rex nodded numbly. Home would be good. He was drunk and tired and a bed sounded really nice right about now.Â
âRex?â Fives called his attention away from thoughts of sleep, âYou knowâŚyou know weâre here for you right? We get it. Weâve all had someone die on us. You donât have to do the command staff thing of hiding it away for our sake.â
Rex pinched the bridge of his nose, âI know Fives.â The words were automatic, completely hollowed out and said just for the purpose of being said. Both men knew it.
âAlright,â Fives relented anyway, âJust - donât go anywhere without us.â
Rex nodded blearily, once again forgetting Fives couldnât see him, âAye aye Captain.â
Fives huffed in a poor imitation of a laugh, âAlright asshole. Iâll be there in five.â
The comm clicked off in Rexâs hand. Rex looked at it, considering carefully.
He entered Codyâs comm channel, surprised to see it come up unanswered. Heâd have thought they would reassign it by now.Â
Leave a message here
The glowing blue words blinked up at him. Rex stared, unsure what to say. He began typing a few times only to erase his message, thoughts of officers or god forbid Kaminoans finding the message playing like a warning in his head.Â
The message clicked off when Rex took too long. He scrambled to reenter the code, though this time a voice played.Â
This is Marshal Commander Cody speaking. Leave me a message or send me a comm and I will respond as my schedule allows.
Rex wanted to laugh. Of course Cody would program a voice message into his comm. Of course it would have a very pointed fuck you to everyone who thought they could walk all over him.Â
He wanted to laugh but the noise that made it out of his chest was anything but happy. He gripped his pulse point over his wrist, shoving the comm back into his belt, and tried to gulp down breaths of air.Â
He missed him. Gods above he missed him. He didnât think heâd ever stop missing him. He knew the ache dulled, knew it from experience and from watching others around him, but here and now he was alone. Alone and sobbing on a bench in Coruscant, the looming specter of death behind him. A memorial, a reminder of everything Rex had lost, here to tower over him even now.Â
âRex?â
Fives.Â
âRex,â Fives sighed, putting a little more step into his walk as he made it to Rex, âLet's get you home, yeah? I think itâs time you called it a night.â
Rex nodded again, letting Fives sling his arm over his shoulder and moving forward obediently.Â
âYou know I love you right?â Rex asked, not looking at Fives.
ââCourse I do,â Fives responded, keeping his eyes forward as well, âWhy?â
âJust need to tell you,â Rex sighed, his eyes sliding half shut, âJust in case.â
Fivesâ grip on him tightened. Rex tried not to think about how soon this might be taken from him too.
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Cadet Commanders
Warnings: child abuse (children getting beaten up by a corrupt instructor (they're around 15-16 biologically in this)), blood, knives. This is kind of a dead dove do not eat situation.
Mando'a Guide: shebs - butt par ner vode - for my brothers verd'ika - private, or "little soldier" affectionately vor entye - thank you (literally "IÂ accept a debt") alor - leader
âCâmon, Foxy! Kick his shebs!â Bly shouted from the bench.
âBly,â Cody hissed. âYou need to shut up.â
Fox, slightly distracted by his brotherâs loud disruption, caught a swift kick to his shins, practice blade flying to the side as he fell.
Their instructor held his own practice blade to Foxâs neck.
âDo you yield?â he asked calmly.Â
Fox simply nodded, struggling to catch his breath.Â
âI canât hear you,â he growled, the tip of the blunt blade pressing against the skin of Foxâs throat.Â
âYes, sir,â Fox rasped. âI yield.â
The instructor pulled the blade away, looking out to the others.Â
âWhoâs left?â he called, impatiently, his eyes zoning in on Bly and Cody. âCome on, someoneâs gotta disappoint me next. I donât have all day.â
Bly almost growled a little, his brows scrunching together. He stood, walking towards the training mat at the center of the room.
âWell, well, well,â their instructor chuckled darkly. âAnd which one are you?â
âBly,â he answered, picking up his practice blade. He fell easily into a ready position.Â
The instructor rolled his eyes. âThat is not what I asked, clone,â he spat.Â
Blyâs nostrils flared as he looked up at the bounty hunter. âCC-5052, sir.âÂ
âAh, so it will be disappointing,â he sneered. âLetâs get this over with, shall we?â
Bly took a deep breath to center himself, just like Cody had shown him. The practice began, the instructor quickly advancing on the attack, forcing Bly to take the defensive.Â
He lasted longer than he had the last time, and a tiny bit longer than Fox had, but soon the bounty hunter had him pressed to the wall with his hand around Blyâs throat, blade on the mat.Â
âPathetic,â he sneered, barely looking as he released the young clone. Blyâs knees hit the ground hard as he coughed and gasped for air, making Cody wince.Â
âYou,â the instructor commanded, pointing his blade at Cody.
âYou got this, Codes,â Wolffe whispered as Cody passed him.Â
He got to the mat and faced their teacher. He could feel his blood boiling just below the surface of his skin as Fox and Gree helped Bly up and back to the benches on the side of the training room.Â
âBegin,â the instructor said, already lunging for his student before the word had fully left his mouth. Either he didnât notice that his student didnât have his practice blade out, or perhaps he simply didnât care.Â
Cody ducked the attack, throwing his shoulder into the instructorâs gut and knocking him off balance. They tumbled to the floor, the young clone on top of his teacher as they struggled.Â
Distantly, he could hear his brothersâ cheers from the sideline, but he couldnât let that distract him. No, he had to put everything into this match. He had to show this sleemo that he and his brothers were to be respected.
He could feel the instructorâs knee slam against his back, and he grunted as a sharp pain accompanied the impact. But he ignored it. He fought to get the instructorâs arm under his knee, pinning it to the mat and began to do the same with the other, but the instructor struggled against him. The instructorâs hand landed on Codyâs face, pressing hard against it. Cody growled in frustration, pushing himself even harder. He had to win this match. Par ner vode.
The instructor bucked his shoulders, trying to throw the cadet off, but he stuck through it, grabbing at his wrist and - finally!Â
Cody caught the instructorâs arm by the wrist, slamming it hard onto the mat, the practice blade clattering to the floor. Once heâd wrestled the instructorâs arm beneath him, he picked up the practice blade, pointing the tip to the instructorâs neck.Â
âDo you yield, sir?â he asked simply, fighting to disguise the fatigue in his voice.Â
âFine,â the instructor snarled. âNow get the kriff off of me.â
He hesitated, but let the man up.Â
âAll of you get out of my sight,â he growled, brushing the dust from his shirt.
His brothers were all but cheering by the time they left the training room, but Cody felt uneasy. That feeling carried him through the rest of the day, following him wherever he went.
âCC-2224, report to hangar 14D,â the PA system sounded. The rest of his squad gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.
âDo you want one of us to come with you?â Fox asked, clearly picking up on his brotherâs discomfort.
âBetter go alone,â he frowned. âThanks, though, Fox.â
The eyes of his squad followed him until the door shut behind him.
It wasnât long of a walk to the hangar, but he couldnât help the way his nerves bundled in the pit of his stomach. The tension rose into his shoulders and jaw as he walked into the hangar.
There stood his hand-to-hand instructor, but that didnât surprise him. He figured heâd have to pay for his victory in training earlier.
âCC-2224,â the instructor drawled, not bothering to turn and face him. âGlad you could make it.â
âYes, sir,â he answered carefully. He didnât want to earn any more âreinforcementâ.
âSince you seem to have your hand-to-hand training down, I thought perhaps you might like a bit more of a challenge.â
Cody didnât like the manâs tone. It sounded too cordial for this particular instructor.
âWhat did you have in mind, sir?â
The instructor chuckled darkly. âA more⌠realistic fight,â he murmured, turning and pouncing at Cody.
He caught his wrists, but not before it nicked his uniform. They struggled for a moment, but the instructor used Codyâs hold on his wrists to pull the young clone towards him, slamming a knee into the boyâs gut.
Cody coughed hard, doubling over. The instructor took the advantage, pushing him back, nearly knocking him off balance.
âToday is the day youâll learn,â the instructor spat, landing a swift uppercut to the same spot. âYouâll learn what it is to respect your betters.â Another hit. âTo know your place.â Another. âYour worth.â He gripped the cadetâs arm, twisting it painfully. âThat you are utterly disposable.â
With a punch to his cheek, Cody was down. He crumpled to the floor, breathing no longer coming easily to him. His vision felt blurry. His heart was pounding in his ears. There was something warm and wet dripping down his temple- was that blood? There was a metallic taste in his mouth.
âPathetic,â his instructor huffed out. Laying on the cold durasteel of the hangar, curled in on himself, bleeding, panting, and nearly crying in pain, doubt crept into his mind. Maybe he was pathetic. A let-down. A disappointment to his squad. Maybe he was just a number- 2224.
âYou know as well as I do just how much the Kaminoans hate imperfection,â the instructor sneered. The sharp hiss of a vibroblade being unsheathed echoed in his ears. âWeâll see how long you last with this.â
The instructor forced him onto his back, arm pressed across his shoulders. Codyâs vision was blurry, but he could just make out the shape of the knife inching towards him. White hot pain seared through his body, originating at his temple. He was sure he cried out, but he couldnât hear anything over the rush of his own blood. He was moving, struggling against the sadistic man, trying desperately to break free.
The arm holding him down shifted, moving up his body, until it situated across his throat. He was gasping, his hands clawing at his restraint, but it got harder and harder to fight, and he felt a cold, inky, blackness enveloping him.
âThatâs enough!â
Cody opened his eyes. The harsh white lights of the medbay burned as he blinked the blurriness away. His head felt like it was being split into a million pieces.
âGood, youâre awake,â said a woman, who just came into focus. He recognized his heavy weapons instructor, and realized she must have been the one to find him.
âI-Iâm sorry,â he breathed, voice hoarse.
âNone of that,â she answered. Stern, but kind, as always. âThis was not your fault, verdâika.â
Dinua Atina was a tough Mandalorian warrior, but she seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for the cadets, and the cadets held her in a similar regard.
He sighed. âIs my squad okay?â
âAlways worried about ner vode,â she smiled, shaking her head gently.
âW-when-â he stuttered, having trouble pushing the words out of his mouth. âWhen will I be⌠decommissioned?â
Alor Atinaâs eyes grew wide. âNo, verdâika,â she asserted. âYou will not be decommissioned.â
His hand rose to gingerly touch the ruined skin on the left side of face. âBut-â
âI have already stopped them from decommissioning you, verdâika, and the man who did this to you has been removed from Kamino.â
As his eyes shot up to meet herâs, his mind swam as he searched for words that would be enough. âV-vor entye, alor,â he whispered, his Mandoâa coming out a little broken.
She smiled widely, her hand grasping his. âNo debt is owed, verdâika. Guide and protect your brothers in the field, and you will bring kote to the Republic.â
She patted his shoulder and began to leave, picking up her helmet from the foot of his cot.
âAlor Atina,â he spoke, stopping her. âWhat does âkoteâ mean?âShe smiled. ââGloryâ, verdâika. You will bring glory.â
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The Daily Fanfic Rec #55
Fandom : Star Wars
Site : Ao3
Title : Resignation in more than one sense
Author : BitterChocolateStars
Summary :
Inspired by this tumblr post: https://twinterrors29.tumblr.com/post/649758558784749568/after-the-war-ends-obi-wan-desperately-wants-to
After the war ends, Obi-Wan desperately wants to quit the Council, but Mace keeps rejecting his resignations.
So Obi-Wan decides to take matters into his own hands: if he canât resign formally, heâs going to get himself kicked off
(Moved from Chapter 15 of Bitter Chocolate SW AU Ideas/Minifics Part 1. I decided this could stand on it's own.)
Notes :
It's funny. Believe me it's funny. The council would really like to absorb Obi Wan and he is doing his darndest to just n.o.t.
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I'm reading this big ol long multichapter gen fic and the interactions between Obi-Wan and Cody are like. I keep checking and rechecking the tags like "Are you SURE this isn't a Codywan fic???" and then I remember. That's just how Obi-Wan is.
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