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moxie-girl · 4 months
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212th Mando'a name hcs!!
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I've got a lot of names already figured out, so rn it's mostly a matter of organizing the ones I have and then working on the ones I don't...
same as all the others, color coding from green -> red matches how close the name is to a canon Mando'a word:
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(also yes i know Helix is technically fanon but I hadddd to include him)
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elenorasweet · 4 months
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Do you ever think about the fact that there's a clone named Threepwood
He's named after the protagonist of a 90s Lucasarts video game, a romantic adventurer type
I mean it's a name so there's a chance he didn't canonically name himself after an adventuring pirate, but considering it was a Lucasarts game, I think it's on purpose
Plucky adventurer communications CT Threepwood, my beloved
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coruscantguard · 4 years
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Oooo so many good ones! 2, and 30?
2. red star cluster
Ahahaha, welcome to my “The Rako Hardeen mission goes Horribly Wrong” ObiFox fic! So, this fic was born out of the stress that was the 2020 U.S. presidential election, because dear fucking god, I was stressed, and I deal with stress by hurting my favorite characters in new, painful ways. Fox, Obi-Wan, I am so sorry. I actually posted a drabble adjacent to this fic a few weeks ago here, but have a snippet of the actual fic!
We can find another way, Obi-Wan stresses, I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with.
Is there another way that will allow you to keep your cover and me to keep my life?
Obi-Wan hesitates, because--
There really isn’t. Physical torture runs the risk of long term serious side effects, and those side effects are often lethal to clones. 
Commander Fox is significantly more valuable to the GAR than the average clone soldier, and thus has a lower risk of decommissioning, but that risk still is not negligible, and they both are acutely aware of that. Furthermore, Nal Hutta is a full six days away from Coruscant when one has government clearance, no reason to hide, and one of the best ships on the market. Without that…
Well, they’re looking at a solid thirteen days, if everything goes well. A solid thirteen days with limited medical supplies, two bounty hunters who are only interested in getting paid, have well-documented histories of sadistic tendencies, and don’t give a shit about Fox beyond what information Dooku could possibly gain from his brain.
30. wooley black eye
This fic was actually my first time writing the 212th! It was written for the prompt “black eye” on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card, and I meant to post it during Whumptober, but then I couldn’t figure out how to end it, so it’s been gathering dust in my WIP folder since.
"Ow," Wooley says, prodding at his face experimentally. "Osik, you've got a damn good right hook, vod. I'm still seeing stars." 
"We're in hyperspace, dumbass, of course you're seeing stars," Threepwood chimes in from his place on the ground, grinning at the glare Wooley sent him. Or, attempted to send him, at least. The black eye made glaring significantly more difficult. 
"Stop poking it," Longshot interjects, right as Wooley opens his mouth to reply. He knocks Wooley's hand away from his face. "For Force's sake, messing with it won't help it go away." 
"Ughhhhhhhhh," Wooley replies, groaning, and he flops backwards onto the mat. "First you punch me, then you say I can't poke at the bruise? Are you trying to make my life miserable?"
"Yes," Longshot replies dryly, voice thick with sarcasm. He pulls out a comm as he speaks, and punches something in. "You've caught me. Oh no. What will I do now. My life as I know it is over. How terrible."
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☆ Bitter Revelations ☆
Chapter 3: Hard Truths (Read it on Ao3 here)
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The journey from Thrawn’s office to their newly assigned living quarters had been a silent one. Threepwood had splintered off at some point, muttering something about wanting to stop by the commissary. He hadn’t offered for Cody to join, and Cody hadn’t asked.
That was over two hours ago. Not that Cody minded. The silence was -
Who is Rex?
- unceremoniously interrupted by a series of beeps from across the room.
Cody sighed. “You’re supposed to be rebooting,” he replied pointedly.
Eve chirped mischievously. Cody didn’t bother to look up from the holophoto in his hand; he knew that Eve was probably already trying to creep away from her charging station. As sneaky as the little seeker droid thought she was, Cody could map her path across the room without so much as a glance.
Feigning indifference, Cody listened as Eve slid from the desk against the opposite wall and plopped onto the ground. Her tiny, durasteel legs padded across the floor as she quickly scampered behind the footlocker at the end of his bunk. He only had to count to three before she made a sudden break for the nearest leg of his bunk. He smiled, despite his sour mood, and Eve scampered up the rail like a kowakian monkey-lizard before landing with a soft thunk beside him.
Cody huffed. Eve released a handful of triumphant whistles and rewarded herself by pouncing onto his shoulder. In all reality, Cody had no one to blame but himself; he was the one that had decided using a BD unit as her foundation was a good idea.
They were called Buddy Droids for a reason.
Eve nuzzled his neck and fluttered around to get a better look at the photo in his lap. Who is that? she inquired with a slow, gentle blink of her eye.
“That one is Fives,” Cody said, holding the frame up with one hand and pointing with the other. “And that’s Echo.”
Eve trilled, one of her front most appendages reaching out to eagerly tap against another figure within the photo. Who is that? she repeated.
Cody sighed. “That’s me.”
His regret was swift and immediate as Eve began to laugh. The droid chirped and warbled as she bounced from one shoulder to the other; the white rim of her eye constricted to a tiny dot within the center of her orbital socket.
“Very funny.” Cody rolled his eyes, but there was no bitterness behind it. He had never enjoyed being laughed at, but for some reason found it endearing when Eve did so.
Perhaps the Cody of ten years ago would have thought such a profound friendship with a droid to be absurd, but the Cody of the present day was grateful for whatever companionship he could find- even if it came in the form of a bite-sized droid with too much loyalty and too little self-preservation.
It wasn’t like he had many options. Clones were incredibly social by nature, having been engineered from birth to depend on their brothers through the formation of close knit bonds. But he hadn’t seen another clone besides Threepwood in years, and none of the natural born troopers wanted anything to do with an old relic like him.
More often than not, Cody wondered why Threepwood even bothered to put up with him.
The gears inside Eve’s legs whirled as she tapped at his cheek once, twice, three times before Cody finally blinked. His brain fought to play catch up, having grown sluggish from his darker inner musings, as Eve pointed at the final figure within the photo.
Who is that?
“Rex,” Cody said softly. “That’s Rex.”
Who is Rex?
There it was again. That question Cody had no clue how to answer. Never mind to a droid; he had no idea how to explain it to himself. Did he answer with what Rex once was? A brother, a friend, someone Cody would have laid down his life for without a second thought?
Or did he answer with what Rex was now? How did he explain to Eve that Rex had been the subject of nightmares that had plagued him ever since the 332nd Company had been declared KIA? Was it even possible to explain that Rex had haunted him for over a decade, a shadow that lingered in the back of his mind and only emerged when Cody felt he had finally conquered his grief?
There was another answer he could give the droid, one that he still couldn’t wrap his head around; Rex was a traitor.
Cody gripped the edges of the holophoto so tight that the frame began to creak. Eve beeped in alarm. It was only when she began to pry at his hands that he came back to himself, the room spinning and his jaw aching from how firmly he had clenched it.
“Sorry,” Cody gasped, tossing the photo away as if it had burned him. It clattered against the floor and skidded beneath his desk. Cody scrambled further back on the mattress until his back met the wall. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - ”
Okay? Cody okay? Eve will call Threepwood -
“No,” Cody barked. Eve locked up, the sudden stillness beside him making him flinch. Cody exhaled, counting backwards from ten in his head and extending his hands as he opened and closed his fists. “No,” he tried again, softer this time. He cleared his throat. “That’s all right Eve, I’m fine.”
Promise?
He nodded, still running through whatever vague breathing exercise he could remember from his training on Kamino. “Promise.”
Cody closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. He counted all the way up to one-hundred, and then did it three more times before he felt his heart start to slow. He felt defective, having to rely so heavily on a technique that was taught to cadets after their first live-fire simulation inevitably went wrong. He hadn’t needed it back in the war, not even when he found himself pinned beneath a gunship on Anaxes.
Anaxes. Rex. His chest constricted. Cody drew a shuddery breath and, reluctantly, began to count again.
………
Cody hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until the door hissing open made him jump. Threepwood paused, a ration bar in each hand, and titled his helmet to the side.
“Are you, uh - ”
“I’m fine.” Cody waved the other trooper off and rubbed at his stiff neck.
“Well, if you say so.” Threepwood shrugged.
Eve, sensing an opportunity, scurried away from where she had curled up beside Cody and charged at Threep. He yelped, swatting at the droid as she clambered up his armored legs.
“What the hell is this - ”
Before he could do more than just protest, Eve snatched one of the ration bars from Threep’s hand and retreated back to Cody. Like a loyal Massiff fetching a hover ball, Eve dutifully dropped the stolen bar on his lap. He smirked, and Threepwood glared.
“That droid,” Threep began, leaning against the frame of their bunk and brandishing his remaining ration bar like a blade, “That droid isn’t right.”
Cody refused to dignify such an accusation with a response. He had built EV-3 himself, and he knew she was perfect. Instead, he unwrapped the ration bar Eve had claimed for him and began to pick at it.
Threepwood groaned, and tossed his empty wrapper at Cody. “You’re impossible.”
Threep stormed off to the attached refresher. Eve beeped lowly, rounding on the wrapper as if it were a piece of prey. Clutching the offending item in her frontmost appendages, the droid quickly deposited it on the top bunk for Threepwood to later collect.
Cody patted the top of her head when she returned. “Attagirl, we’ll show him yet.” He scoffed, leaning forward to launch his own wrapper onto Threep’s bed. “Not right,” he muttered, settling back against the wall. Eve climbed onto his lap and he patted her head again. “Only thing not right is him. ‘S why they stuck him with me back on the garrison. Someone had to keep an eye on him.”
“Stars above,” Threepwood cursed from the ‘fresher. He popped his head out, having dressed down to the dark body glove beneath his armor. “Will you please stop talking to the damn droid?”
“I either talk to the droid or I have to talk to you,” Cody shot back.
Threepwood narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying you’d rather chat with the droid than with me?”
“Absolutely.”
The look of disbelief and utter disappointment on Threep’s face almost made him laugh.
“That’s cold, Commander. Stone cold.” Threepwood’s face retreated back within the refresher, but his voice echoed back out. “I don’t remember you always being so ornery, sir. Maybe my memory has gone a bit wonky, but I could have sworn you were pleasant once upon a time.”
Threep’s use of Commander and sir, despite them being off duty, and the impish tone of his voice told Cody that his remark was meant in jest. This was the part Cody was supposed to grumble back something about how Threepwood had always been annoying, and Cody had never been pleasant.
But that wasn’t true.
Cody stilled, his retort stuck in his throat. Threepwood was right. He hadn’t always been so difficult to be around. And it hadn’t always been so unpleasant inside his own head. Back then, when the only other soldiers were clones like him, Cody hadn’t been known as a bitter, fractious Commander that would snap at the smallest of slights.
“Hey,” Threep was back beside him, nudging his shoulder. Cody wasn’t sure when he had got there. “I was just kidding, you know that … right?”
“Right, yeah,” Cody said softly. He rubbed at the back of his neck again, uncomfortable under Threepwood’s concerned gaze.
“I was kidding about the droid too,” Threepwood said earnestly.
“I know that, Threep.” His voice may have been sharper than he had intended, as Threepwood held up his hands in surrender.
“All right, okay, just - ” Threepwood sighed and pressed off the bunk onto his feet. “Just making sure..” He trailed off, suddenly distracted by something.
Cody dropped his hands from where they had been irritably rubbing at his face. He watched cautiously as Threepwood crossed the room and kneeled to pick something off the ground. It only took a moment for Cody to recognize it, and he groaned, falling back on his bunk.
He wasn’t in the mood for this conversation.
“Where did - ”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cody said. He held out his hand over the side of the bunk. “Just give it here.” When nothing appeared in his hand, and Threepwood failed to move, Cody snapped his head to the side and growled. “Threepwood.”
The other trooper looked entranced as he took in the holophoto that Cody knew by heart. Cody leaned up on his elbows and emphasized his open hand with an impatient shake.
“Threepwood,” he barked. “Give it to me.”
“I’ve never seen this before,” Threep murmured. It seemed to take an immense amount of effort for him to tear his eyes away. “Why haven’t you, I mean...are you supposed to still have this?”
“Are you going to report me, trooper?” Cody challenged.
Threepwood’s eyes went steely. He tossed the holophoto none too gently, and it bounced off Cody’s chest. “No, I’m not going to report you. Sure as hell like to, maybe then you could get your ass reconditioned and come back how you used to be.”
Cody wasn’t sure who threw the first punch. One moment he was launching himself from his bunk, and the next he and Threepwood were trading blows and knocking against the floor like a pair of feral cadets. He tasted blood in his mouth and something wet on his face, while the bridge of Threep’s nose looked like it had been shifted to the side.
It was Eve frantically shocking the hell out of them with one of her scomp links that finally drove them apart. Cody heaved and wiped at his face. His palm came back bloody. Eve danced about his feet, whimpering, and he immediately opened his arms for her to leap into.
Eve did no such thing. She cowered away from him, and then turned tail to retreat beneath the bunk. It felt like someone had shot a blaster at his heart.
What the hell is wrong with you?” Threepwood spat from the opposite side of the room. His arm was wrapped around his ribs, his shoulder pressed against the wall for support. “First you nearly have an aneurysm on Seelos, then you act like you’re about to take that blasted helmet and run in Thrawn’s office - ”
“Don’t - ” Cody hissed, but Threepwood ripped himself from the wall and marched forward.
“Shut up, shut up, I’m not finished!” Threepwood doubled over and wheezed. Instinctively, Cody reached out to steady him, but Threepwood slapped his hand away with a snarl. “And then, oh but this is the best part, then the Grand Admiral starts teasing some stupid plan about capturing Rex. And I’m thinking ‘oh this isn’t good, Rex is a traitor and all, but the Admiral wants us to bring him in so he can put him on display like a piece of art’. But you - !”
Threepwood lashed out, shoving Cody back against the wall. “You fell for it! Head over heels, there you went! Thrawn had you like a Hutt has slime and you didn’t even notice!”
“Notice what?” Cody shouted back.
“That after we bring the captain back, Thrawn is gonna string our sorry asses up and mount us on that wall right next to Rex!”
Cody bristled. His blood suddenly ran cold. “What exactly are you suggesting, trooper?”
Threepwood threw his hands up and groaned. “That we get the hell out of here, before we end up as some wall decoration.”
“That’s treason,” Cody whispered. He lurched forward, gripping onto Threepwood’s shoulders. “Listen to me, you can’t say things like that,” Cody pleaded, shaking Threepwood for emphasis. “It’s not our place to question the Grand Admiral’s intentions, and if someone heard you talk like that - ”
Cody paused as his throat began to close up. His eyes watered. He brought one shaky hand from Threepwood’s shoulder to rest against his cheek. “They’ll take you away, Threep. They won’t just recondition you, they’ll decommission you. And I - ” Cody shuddered and shook his head. “I’ve lost so many brothers already, Threep, I can’t lose you too.”
He bowed his head in shame, hiding the bitter tears that burned across his face, and waited for Threepwood to tear into him. But instead of another blow, or a revamp of Threep’s earlier ravings, Cody found himself crushed against the other trooper’s chest. He froze, petrified Threepwood was about to slam him into the ground, but his brother only continued to embrace him. Eventually, Cody’s brain caught up.
This was a hug. Threepwood was hugging him.
The realization only made him openly weep. He hadn’t hugged someone since he and Gree had said goodbye on Coruscant. Gree had died after that, and if hugging Threepwood meant he would die too -
“You’re not gonna lose me, Cody. I promise.” Threepwood was just as much of a mess as Cody was, and they made a sorry pair as they clung to each other, battered and bruised. Threep patted his head, and Cody winced. “Sorry.”
“‘S fine,” Cody mumbled, feeling dead on his feet. “Since when do you hit so hard?” Threepwood actually threw back his head and laughed. Cody could only manage a lopsided grin.
“I dunno, I think you might just be getting old.”
“Shut up,” Cody groaned. “I’m only two years older than you.”
“Yeah, but you sure as hell have a lot more grey than me.”
Reflexively, Cody carded a hand through his hair. It was true, but it didn’t mean he liked it. “Shut up,” he said again, but nodded in the direction of the ‘fresher. “Go get cleaned up, yeah?”
Threepwood nodded and limped ahead. The moment the hydraulic door hissed closed, Eve waddled out from her hiding spot. Cody kneeled, and something twisted in his chest when the droid hurried to him but paused just outside of his reach.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said gently. “Guess we got carried away. Brothers fight sometimes, ya know?”
Eve pointed an accusatory pincer at his face. Okay?
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little bruised.”
Threepwood beat you up?
Cody scoffed. “No, Threepwood did not beat me up, thank you very much.”
There was a small hum as Eve’s internal processor mulled it over. Finally, she chirped, and shuffled closer. Eve saw. Threepwood beat you up.
“Okay, fine. He beat me up. He got me real good, see?” Cody put forth his best grimace and clutched his side. “Ouch - that really hurts.” When Eve still wasn’t convinced, he let himself teeter over to the side with a mock yelp.
His bluff paid off, and Eve flew forward. She crowded around his head, beeping unhappily as she poked and prodded at his face. The droid continued to scold him as she fetched a series of bacta patches from his locker. She made the perfect reluctant medic, and her fretting reminded him of-
Cody closed his eyes. Dwelling on his brothers wouldn’t do him any good. His brothers were all but gone. And, he thought darkly, even if they were around, they probably wouldn’t want anything to do with him.
Distantly, he hoped at least Rex would be happy to see him.
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lifeofclonewars · 4 years
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Do you think Threepwood ever maybe slightly regretted his name after the 212th (or even the 501st while they worked together) worked with C3PO and no, Threepwood doesn't sound like Threepio, you're all irrational and dillusional leave me alone
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501st-verified · 4 years
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Hmm might mess around and change their colours~
Hmmmmmm. Hmm
Needs some 212th spirit on here
~Threepwood :D
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ryuucha · 4 years
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My brain: Just because you found out some names doesn’t mean you can put them all in one place! Think about the timeline!
Also my brain: what timeline?
Group hug because I suddenly need one
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karlyanalora · 3 years
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Right as rain seems to fit Fox well
Out of all his brothers, Cody worries over Fox the most.
Obi-Wan had found this curious when he mentioned it. “I thought you would worry over Rex more, all things considered.”
Cody nursed his herbal tea. “Yeah, but I only worry over Rex when he’s in combat. Fox has the nasty habit of running himself into the ground while on leave.”
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
“It’s like all the concentrated stubbornness and tendencies to overwork themselves of every single medic you have ever met times ten.”
Obi-Wan splutters on his tea. “Oh my, that truly is a source of worry.”
So perhaps that is why when Obi-Wan literally bumps into a set of familiar red and white armor on his way to the Temple he stops.
“I’m so sorry, Commander. Are you alright?” He’s projecting calm, comfort, and courtesy. The man is under enough stress already.
“I’m fine,” Fox assures him right before he drops like a marionette with their strings cut.
Obi-Wan looks around a tad bit frantically. “Oh dear, that’s not good.”
Obi-Wan can’t help thinking, did I break him?
His next thought is: when in doubt, call Threepwood.
Obi-Wan hefts the commander over his shoulder and notes he is far lighter than his fellow clones. Obi-Wan has carried enough off the battlefield to know what Fox should weigh in his gear.
Now that he has picked up the commander, he has no clue where to go. He decides to continue on his way to the temple and hopes he doesn’t look too odd. Mace catches sight of him and immediately steers him to the Halls of Healing.
“I’m comming Thorn, Thire, and Hound. I warned him that if he didn’t start taking better care of himself I was going to have to take drastic measures.”
“I called Threepwood.” Obi-Wan offers helpfully.
Mace sighs. “I think I already know what he’s going to find.”
Here is what Threepwood finds: dehydration, malnutrition, extremely elevated cortisol levels, and bags under Fox’s eyes as dark as Maul’s tattoos.
Here is what the Jedi and medics want to do: keep Fox on bed rest for a week.
But the other commanders inform them Fox has seven meetings to attend today that are nonnegotiable as well as guard duty with the Chancellor.
Then the Force hits Obi-Wan over the head so suddenly with an idea so brilliant and so very Anakin that he almost laughs.
“You said he just has to show up? Not even say anything?”
Hound nods.
Obi-Wan grins. “I’ll just wear his armor then.”
And that is how Obi-Wan ends up being one of two troopers present when Palpatine monologues to Fives. All over an open comm to Shaak Ti.
Needless to say Order 66 never happens.
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siennahrobek · 3 years
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Warning - This is long
Chapter 11 – Saudade
Future Past
18 BBY
Luke is One year old
“Well, this is it. This is now my life,” Obi-Wan said, standing in the middle of his little hut, in the middle of the desert. There was nothing here, just sand and rock and bones. It would have been nice, a quiet place to meditate, if there wasn’t the looming threat of the empire, or the grief of losing the entirety of his people or the oppressive twin suns of the planet.
Perhaps if he left now, he could catch up with the resident herd of banthas. The nomadic life sounded fairly appealing at the moment.
“You know, when I said I wanted to just spend some time meditating in a cave, this is not what I meant,” he pointed out to the air. He wasn’t actually talking to anyone, he didn’t think anyone had even been listening. After all, he really was by himself.
“I’d say it is nicer than a cave.”
Until now, Obi-Wan’s old master didn’t really make casual conversation so his appearance, or rather, voice coming from thin air was a bit on the unexpected side. Their talks were mostly of the teaching variety.
He wondered what changed.
Perhaps it was him.
Maybe he was going crazy, and Master Jinn had to do something rather desperate so Obi-Wan wouldn’t lost his mind completely. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“I think I need a hobby,” the new hermit said with a nod. Yes, that seemed right.
“Do you really think you are going insane?”
Obi-Wan scowled, glancing around as if the speaking person would appear. Qui-Gon didn’t really appear, at least not in a way that Obi-Wan could see. He just heard his voice, clear as day. Or rather, clear as crystal or water or clear things. He didn’t know. Sometimes it felt hard to think. “Don’t read my mind,” he grumbled.
“I am apparition of the Force,” the voice was flat and steady, nearly laced intricately with sarcasm. Of course. “I couldn’t read minds when I was alive, what makes you think I can do it dead?”
The physically living master huffed, loud and dramatic, waving his arms as if that would make his point. “I don’t know what ghosts can do!” he nearly shouted. It wasn’t like anyone else could hear him. Even the closest person was many, many miles away.
Obi-Wan could almost hear his former master roll his eyes and feel his sarcasm and mock distain rise. “I’m not reading your mind. I can’t do that. I just know you.”
“I have changed a lot in the past fifteen years,” he shot out.
“Not as much as you think,” Qui-Gon hummed, a bit vaguely amused. His voice had quieted, softened but it still, as always, seemed so confident, so sure of himself. Obi-Wan wondered if he naturally had that type of pride and ego or if he had gotten it somewhere. Obi-Wan could probably use some of that, he mused as Qui-Gon continued to speak. “At your core, you are still the same. A jedi. Stubborn, protective, determined, persistent, good, kind, selfless. Just as you were as a padawan.” By the end of the list, Qui-Gon had almost, perhaps, sounded a bit even fond. Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely sure if he was a good judge of what it was.
“You did not see me that way.” The words were coming out when his brain had not given permission. It hardly mattered. Talking with ghosts.
“Now look who thinks he can read minds,” Qui-Gon contemplated, unperturbed and not so offended. He sounded a bit amused, like this was so ironic. He could find humor in anything, apparently, a skill Obi-Wan thought he once had. “I was very proud of you. I am still, exceedingly, proud of you.”
“Now I know I’m hallucinating,” he scoffed.
“Is it so hard to believe, of my pride? In you of all people?”
Yes, Obi-Wan thought. Of course, it is. How can anyone be proud of what he had done, of what had happened, what he had let happen? “You told me to train the boy,” he said, his voice strained and uneasy. He shook his head and fought back tears that threatened to leap forth from his eyes. “And look how that turned out? I did, I tried, I loved him. And now all the jedi are dead. The Sith have won and the galaxy has been left in oppressing darkness.”
There was a brief silence, a contemplation of words. “That is not your fault, Obi-Wan. You are not the one to blame. His choices were his own.” Qui-Gon’s voice was kind and soft, and Obi-Wan could just barely remember the few times, even early in his apprenticeship where Qui-Gon hadn’t been completely upset and regretful with him where he used that tone. When Obi-wan had a vision, or a dream, as Qui-Gon liked to call him. When Obi-Wan was scared and there was no immediate danger to Qui-Gon’s other loved ones. The beginning of their relationship had been more than just a little rocky but that just meant their bond had grown strong through those trials. It had taken long, and it had taken work, but eventually, they made it. And they had been amazing.
“I loved him,” Obi-Wan groaned. “I did not see what he had become.”
“No one had,” Qui-Gon replied, his voice lowering. “You did so well, Obi-Wan. You tried so hard. Better than I. You praised him when called for and treated him as a person, not just a vessel for a prophecy of old. You are not perfect, padawan mine, no one is. But this is not your fault.”
“I do not know why he did it,” Obi-Wan confessed, shaking his head at the truth. He didn’t know and he wondered why every day. Was his love not enough? “I continue to be blind when it comes to him.”
“The dark ide obscures so much, even of which is nearest to us,” Qui-Gon continued, in that teaching voice where Obi-Wan understood and didn’t understand at all. It was an odd thing to miss, he knew, but he did, all the same. “How can one see when something so beyond your control blocks it so thoroughly?”
The younger and not so dead master buried his face in his hands. “It is all gone now.”
“You aren’t. Hope isn’t.”
“Luke is alive,” Obi-Wan agreed. “Leia is alive. They…they are…”
“Hope,” Qui-Gon finished. “Not just for the galaxy either. They are hope for you.”
11 BBY
Luke is eight/nine years old
“Ben?”
He was sleeping on the floor again, Luke thought to himself as he padded out of his room and into the main part of the ship. The boy wasn’t entirely sure why. There was plenty of room with him in the little area Ben had designated for him. For Luke. He had his own room back on Tatooine with Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and it had been a lot bigger than this, but he didn’t mind. He found the smaller areas kind of cozy actually.
He had not slept well since Ben had come to take him away, after Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru went cold. At first, he had even tried to stay up, like Ben. But Ben must have some kind of superpower or something because no matter what he did, Luke could not stay up. He could not stay awake. Nightmares often plagued his sleeping times. And hyperspace was cold.
Ben looked up, his bleary gaze softening upon spotting Luke, and he moved himself into a seated position. “Are you alright?”
The child hugged himself, wrapping his arms around his torso in some kind of substitute for Ben’s cloak. He didn’t really want to admit to bad dreams. Surely almost being nine, was an age where he could deal with them. He shouldn’t be scared.
Ben, of course, knew anyways.
It was so wizard, the way he just knew things. Biggs was probably right; he must actuallybe a wizard.
“Nightmares?” Ben mused when Luke didn’t answer. “Dreams pass in time.”
Luke just nodded even though he didn’t really understand.
“But, I suppose, that is not so comforting in the moment, is it?” he hummed and stood up, his joints making gross cracking noises as he did. “Come, I will make you some tea. I have a blend that might help.”
Luke perked but tried to temper his excitement and interest. It had only been a week since Ben introduced him to the wonder and ability of tea. It’s warmth and ability to fight the cold of hyperspace. A week since Luke declared he wanted to try all of them.
It was a start.
The tea Ben gave him tasted different than the first one. Physically even warmer, something more soothing. It was calming and it felt like his heart and head were slowing down. It was not long until his eyes started to droop. And then, suddenly, it was like sleep felt like a good idea. He didn’t fear it as much or the nightmares.
He trusted Ben.
And if Ben said the tea would help, Luke would believe him.
Ben didn’t lie to him.
Afterwards, he led Luke back to his bunk and started to tuck him in, bringing blankets up his torso to his neck. Luke just tugged at the billowing sleeve of his robe, attempting to pull him down with him. Ben thought he was trying to get his attention. “Yes, Luke?”
“Stay with me?” he pleaded.
The older man hesitated but exhaled and nodded. “Okay, beacon. Okay.”
6 BBY
Luke is eleven years old.
“Alright Luke,” Ben smiled warmly, filling his presence with kindness and love, as much as he could imbue. The boy next to him, barely a mop of blonde hair visible, grinned and snuggled close to his side, curling even more under his large robe. He would have to get another one, Ben mused to himself. Luke was growing bigger every day and he seemed to really like hiding underneath there. Ben would have to compensate in the size of his robes as he grew.
They were on planet side and even spending a few nights there as of the moment. Stopping for supplies was often frequent and short. Usually if Ben was lucky, he could get a small job or do some things for people that would help him get resources, food or fuel. This planet, however, it had turned out, it was monsoon season and for the next few days, no one could even manage to get to or off the ground.
Ben had scrounged up enough credits to pay for a decent – but quite small – room, to wait out the worst of the storm. It was loud and the harsh semi-solid rain pounded against the roof and walls, wailing in some sort of sad and grieving song. It was a bit frightening to the youngster, but Ben was a bit amazed on the comfort Luke could find within Ben’s presence and at his side.
“We have quite some time to burn, and not a lot to do,” he offered, lightly, curling the blankets around them further and making sure the pillows were stacked up enough to support their weight on the bed. There was only one, but Luke was still rather small, and Ben wasn’t an overly large being, they could fit. Would you like to play Obnoxiously Long Explanations?”
Luke laughed, as he always did when he suggested that. The title was something that Luke himself had suggested after he asked a question and Ben had gone on a rather long tirade explanation on the subject. The boy’s attention had barely faltered, as the topic was rather of interest to him, but the next time it happened, Luke had used the term and it kind of stuck for those types of talks.
“Yes please!” he cheered, wriggling under his cloak and peering through, his blue eyes shining in excitement. He practically begged in that moment, squirming even further until Ben felt he could take no more. “Can I go first? Please? Please?”
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, the lines around his eyes wrinkling in a true, genuine smile. Luke always wanted to go first, which Ben could understand. He was young, with many questions. Many questions, especially, since he knew what Ben was and that was a topic, he would constantly have questions for. “What would you like to know?”
“The Jedi!” Luke nearly screeched, his voice rising.
“Your father?” Ben asked, expectantly.
Vehemently, Luke shook his head. “No. Yours.”
That surprised Ben and for a moment, he wasn’t entirely sure how to respond; he did not know how. He was fairly certain that he had told Luke about the type of bonds and child rearing of the jedi. It was a bit more communal than most places, as force sensitives more often than not, faired better with their own, together in groups. “I have no father,” he decided on.
Luke was not deterred, and his tone just grew in excitement and impatience. He was trying to get his point across, surely. “Your jedi master! Tell me about your master. And hismaster! And HIS master!” As he went on, his voice got louder and happier. His enthusiasm was heartwarming and hilarious. Ben loved it and he was more than happy to oblige him. It had been some time since Luke’s encounter with Master Jinn as a Force apparition and his curiosity was overflowing.
“Why,” Ben gaped in mock surprise. “That would take all night.”
Ah, rarely did Ben get his own question in, anyways.
“YAAASSSS!” Luke nearly jumped up with his happy shout, bumping into Ben’s side and arm rather forcefully. There would certainly be a bruise there tomorrow. There was a slam as the headboard of the bed hit the wall behind them, echoing a loud noise through the room. Both of them exchanged surprised and vaguely entertained looks and suppressing giggles.
“Quite little beacon,” Ben hushed him, bringing up his hand with a smile. He couldn’t help himself; the boy was right adorable. “We must be courteous to our neighbors.”
The young boy quieted himself and shrunk in just a bit of shame, he turned towards the headboard and kneeled up from underneath the cloak, nearly bringing his forehead to the wall in some kind of quiet, solemn pledge. “My apologies, gentle beings. I vow to be better,” he whispered to the wall.
Ben could only watch in amusement. Luke looked back up at him, waiting and trying to be patient. But then he sat back down and carefully wrapped part of Ben’s cloak around himself again, curling his legs under his body. He was so eager, the want so great. Ben tried not to see Anakin in his eyes. But Anakin many times wanted to know about Qui-Gon. His hero worship for a dead man he knew for a handful of days was rather astounding.
If he only knew.
He wondered if Luke felt the same. It was interesting he thought. Perhaps all Skywalkers had an interest and love for the maverick jedi, despite both of them had barely known the man.
What did that say?
“Well,” Ben started, slowly, trying to figure out a good place to start. The training lineage itself seemed to be what Luke was after. He wondered how far it would go, how far Luke wanted it. “Master Jinn master was a man from Serenno named Count Dooku. Dooku, in turn, was trained by Master Yoda.”
Luke glanced at him as if he thought he was being tricked, his eyes narrowing in serious suspicion. Ben bit back a laugh, it was amusing to see. “Doesn’t Master Yoda train everyone?” he asked, his voice drawing out in a slow drawl.
Ben nodded. “Yes. But Dooku was Master Yoda’s padawan.”
“Padawan,” Luke tested the word on his tongue, and took care doing it, like it was something he should be respectful of. Like it was important. It should have been, Ben thought bitterly. Luke should have been a jedi, able to find a master he would connect with in a way where that relationship was beloved. Ben knew Anakin probably wouldn’t have wanted Luke to be a Jedi, but Ben couldn’t quite imagine him not. The boy, even at nine years old, had wanted it so badly. “What does that mean?”
“It is the jedi term for apprentice,” Ben started to explain, trying to keep things easy for Luke to understand. The boy was smart for his age but even he knew that Ben had a tendency to go a little overboard at times, “but… it is a little more than that. It is a personal relationship, you learn from your master, spend much time with them and go on missions together.”
Luke considered this and beamed, so bright and happy and beautiful. The thought on his mind was something he was so proud of. “Like us!”
Ben tried not to falter. How could he tell Luke that he could never take him on as a padawan? If he hadn’t completely failed Anakin, hadn’t lost everything. The word was dangerous. Even a mere mention of it was something he had to be careful of. The Empire was extremely prejudice about it, about even thinking that someone may be a jedi or a jedi Padawan. He did not answer. “So,” he continued on their original topic instead. “Count Dooku learned more closely from Master Yoda. Master Yoda has had many padawans. Count Dooku, once upon a time, was my grandmaster, which meant he trained my master, who trained me. He was from a planet called Serenno and was a royal, making him a count.”
“Count Dooku….” Luke tried, narrowing his eyes as he thought about the name and the man behind it. “What was he like?”
“I did not know him as a padawan,” Ben confessed, which was true. He wasn’t entirely sure if Dooku just had not wanted to see him, if he wasn’t living up to the Count’s standards or if Qui-Gon just had not wanted Ben to meet him. Or both, he supposed it could have been both. “I didn’t meet him until much later.”
“Is that strange?”
Ben hummed as he thought about this. “Sometimes, I suppose,” he replied. It had been quite some time before he realized what lineage lines more often than not, were. All jedi, padawans, initiates, even knights, had been trained and taught by many others, even those outside of the lineage. Ben had spent quite some time with several others when he was a young knight. Master Drallig had been one, when he had decided to change his primary form. Eventually he had gone to Master Billaba, a known and excellent practitioner of Soresu for guidance. Ben had not seen or met much of his lineage and those he had, were often evil or dead. Xanatos was not someone he wanted to be associated with, as he had gone dark. As well as Dooku’s last padawan, Vosa and then Dooku himself. His teaching lineage was rather a mess.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising that another had fallen so far.
“Many grand masters are often around, some even help teach their padawan’s padawan,” he added, cautiously.
“But he didn’t,” Luke replied, a bit slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he should be saying it.
“No,” Ben shook his head. He wasn’t entirely sure why. He would never really know and his old master, even as a ghost, was not exactly forthcoming with answers, especially when it came to Count Dooku. “He and Qui-Gon had a bit of falling out and often did not see eye to eye.”
“Did you get to meet him?” Luke asked.
“Ah…yes,” he nodded again, although he bit his lip. That was rather complex. Ben hadn’t met him as a jedi but rather, once the older man had fallen to the dark side and had become a sith apprentice. He imagined Dooku became quite different through the transition. “He had become a different person by then and had left the jedi.”
“He became bad.”
“He did bad things, yes,” Ben agreed, careful with his words and his tone. Count Dooku was both an interesting and uneasy topic, but he still had to be cautious with how he said things to an easily impressionable child. “But he wasn’t bad for leaving the jedi. Leaving the jedi isn’t always a bad thing.”
“Why would anyone want to leave the jedi?”
Ben nearly wanted to laugh. Luke said it in such a way that it seemed ridiculous, leaving the jedi. He probably should not have told him all the times he had left or had threatened or thought about leaving. Sometimes the cause was different. “Sometimes, things change. Some people discover it is not the type of life they want to live. There is not shame in it,” he reminded, gentle and patient.
“I want to be a jedi.”
Oh, he sounded so sure. Once upon a time, Anakin had sounded sure.
“I know,” he replied, sensible and slow. He would not berate Luke for wanting this, after all, he could sense it. “But it is okay if you end up changing your mind too.”
“I won’t,” Luke affirmed with a light shrug. “Why did Count Dooku leave?”
“He did not agree with some of the jedi leaders,” Ben explained. It was a bit vague but understandable for the youngster. In all honesty, Ben himself wasn’t entirely sure of all the intricacies behind Dooku leaving and his fall. The two were connected, no doubt. But not everyone who left the jedi became like him. Became like Xanatos or Anakin. “And a man, he told Dooku things, some lies, some things true, from a point of view.”
“But he did bad things anyways,” Luke said, curious but adamant.
“Yes. He hurt people.”
“Did you fight him?”
“Yes. Many times.”
“I wish I could have seen it,” Luke said, wistfully, his eyes glimmering into something of desire. He huffed lightly at the thought. Skywalkers are their obsession with lightsaber fighting. “I bet you fight amazing.”
Ben smiled, a bit uneasily. “I was…an adequate warrior. Count Dooku was a legendary swordsman. One of the best. It took a long time before anyone defeated him.”
“Who beat him?”
“Your father, actually.”
“What?! Really?! That’s so cool! Were you there?”
Ben hummed and nodded. “Yes, Count Dooku was not so easily beaten but your father did it. Dooku, aside from his lightsaber skills was a ruler of a planet and had something of a silver tongue.”
“What is that?”
“He’s very good at talking. Very calm and collected, rarely could one say things that surprised him of caught him off guard,” he explained.
“Kinda like you?”
“Pardon?”
“You are really good at taking,” Luke said seriously, looking up at him.
“I am…alright,” Ben replied, nearly choking on the words. It had been quite some time since someone noticed that. It had been a long time since he had been considered a diplomat, an advisor, a negotiator.
“Can you teach me? To talk like you?”
“Uh…we will see,” Ben chuckled, trying to keep the unease out of his voice. He had once tried to teach Anakin the nuances of speech, especially when it came to speaking with politicians and other scum of the galaxy, but he was more intent on learning about aggressive negotiations. Or at least, that with a lightsaber. Then again, he had never really asked, never really found interest in learning that of the sort. Luke was not Anakin and Ben just had to remind himself of that. Some days were easier than others.
“How many… pada…padawans did Dooku have before he left?” Luke stumbled on the unfamiliar word.
“His first was Rael Aveross, second my master, Qui-Gon Jinn and third, Komari Vosa.”
“Tell me about Master Jinn!”
Of course. Of course. “Are you sure? We can’t go back…”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Alright, alright,” Ben laughed, keeping his tone light and a bit quiet, trying not to disturb the neighbors. It was getting rather dark and late out and no doubt some beings were, in fact, trying to sleep. He started to explain some things that he remembered about his old master, starting with the big things and swirling down to the more minute details. It was a bit fascinating how much Ben remembered, even after over twenty-five years. It was hard to imagine it had been so long. It was hard to imagine that so little time had passed. “Master Jinn was known to be a bit of a maverick. He just… kind of did what he wanted.”
Luke sighed, overly dramatic, throwing his hands up in the air.
That garnered Ben’s curiosity. “What is it?”
“Does no one follow the rules?”
Ben laughed, a bit loud and hearty. He would have never expected something like that to come from a Skywalker’s mouth. “Yes. Master Jinn wasn’t known for following rules. Sometimes this worked in his favor, other times it did not. He was quite the character.”
“He told me something about the Living Force,” Luke asked, uncertainly.
“Did he visit you?”
Luke nodded.
Ben rolled his eyes. “No regard for rules,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’ll tell him,” Luke said, seriously and Ben absolutely believed him. The boy didn’t go around making promises he did not intend to keep. It was something he rather admired about the boy, even already at his age. “If he does it again.”
“What did he try to tell you?”
“Well, he talked about the Living Force…”
Ben explained what he meant by that, as well as the difference between the living and cosmic/unifying force in a way that he hoped was easy to understand for Luke. It was a bit of a tangent, and he thought the lesson was good and Luke just rolled his eyes at the descripted antics of Ben’s old master. Ben was secretly glad he wasn’t the only one. “Master Jinn…he liked plants and animals, generally things that could and would easily kill a person,” Ben grumbled, but his tone was quite fond. Of course at the time, when Master Jinn was alive, it had been annoying, but over time, Ben had even come to appreciate other lifeforms in the way of faun and flora. “I had to take care of many of his pathetic lifeforms.”
“Pathetic lifeforms,” Luke giggled, trying to keep quiet. “That’s funny. Can we get a pathetic lifeform?”
Ben chuckled; a bit nervous. Oh no, he could not go through that again. “Uh no. I don’t think that would be wise…but maybe, perhaps, we can see about getting a plant.”
“Let me guess, one that doesn’t eat people?”
“I think that would be best, don’t you?” Ben smiled, a bit mischievous. This was progress. He can work with a plant, sure. Perhaps it would help teach Luke responsibility as well.
Luke shrugged. “Maybe. But I want a cool one though.”
Present Past
Anakin
“Angel,” Anakin smiled warmly as Padme’s visage popped up over the table. Even through the holocall, she looked as radiant as ever. Obi-Wan was asleep and Anakin just needed to talk to someone. If it wasn’t Obi-Wan, who he knew he had to speak to, he was lucky it was her. He had thought about the Chancellor, but he imagined the man was rather busy at the moment.
Padme just smiled back and shook her head, mockingly hopeless in her expression. She quicky frowned a little bit, as though she remembered something, and her eyes went worried. “Ani. I heard Obi-Wan crashed. Is he okay?”
He wilted at the change of topic, immediately.
“You won’t believe what has happened,” he sighed, running his flesh hand through his hair. He supposed he did want to talk about Obi-Wan. It was unusual affair when it came to her; as he usually didn’t want to talk about him unless he was letting off steam, but Anakin was confused, he didn’t know what was going on or how to proceed. Perhaps Padme could help. She helped with everything else, so why not this. “Obi-Wan…isn’t Obi-Wan.”
Her expression turned flat, and he could see she did not appreciate what she thought must have been a joke. “What does that mean?”
“This is going to sound crazy, he admitted. And it really was.
“Crazier than Mortis?”
He winced as he remembered that absolutely horrible mission. Where Ahoksa had died. Where he had apparently been turned to the dark side. Where his memories were fuzzy and cold and dark. He only remembered parts of that mission and honestly, he didn’t care too much of trying to regain the memories. “Just about.”
“What happened?”
“It appears….it appears, Obi-Wan has time traveled.” Oh, that coming out of his mouth sounded so weird, so wrong.
She laughed, hollowly, but quicky realized he was genuine and stared at him, wide eyed and surprised. “You cannot be serious.”
He nodded, feeling a bit mute. “Master Vos confirmed it. It’s so messed up.”
“Do we win the war?”
He was a little surprised that it was the first thing she thought of the first thing she asked, especially considering her previous concern about Obi-Wan specifically but then again, she was a senator. She had a stake and claim in the outcome of this war. She wanted it over. She wanted to win.
“It doesn’t sound like it,” he grumbled, still bitter. He didn’t know much about anything when it came to the future. Sure, Obi-Wan hadn’t yet much time to talk since he just woke up, but he still hadn’t said much of anything about it. He certainly didn’t talk to Anakin personally. “I don’t know much at this point. Obi-Wan is not a jedi, he’s on the run and I’m dead. You should have seen him, Padme. I don’t even know where to begin! When he saw me, he pulled a saber on me. A lightsaber! He was going to kill me but then he just…. dropped and hugged me instead! He knows who the Sith Master is but he’s acting so strange…” his ramble finally started to slow down as his mouth just kind of ran out of words to spout out.
Padme stared at him through his rant and then the holo call began to move as she sat down. Probably a good idea, he thought. This was a lot to take in. “This…this is a lot to take in,” she admitted, mirroring his thoughts. “He didn’t tell you who it was?”
He shook his head. “He said its…it’s complicated. He’s paranoid about giving information. He doesn’t trust me! I knew it!” his voice became louder and angrier as he went on, the feeling billowing in his chest.
She just sighed and shook her head, as if she was exasperated with him. He hated it when she looked and felt like that, especially with him. “Did he tell anyone else about the identity?”
“Well, no,” he grumbled.
“Then it’s not you, Ani,” she pointed out, her voice calm and patient and kind. With his mind on Obi-Wan, it seemed somehow reminiscent of how his old master used to speak with him when he was a child. A child to be calmed and pacified. He was not entirely sure how he felt about that. “He’s scared and he doesn’t seem to understand what is going on.”
“He doesn’t even think this is real.”
“What do you mean?”
“He thinks the Sith caught up with him and is manipulating his mind,” he huffed, rubbing his temples, as if that would just take everything away. He had a persistent headache. From what, he wasn’t entirely sure. “We haven’t been able to convince him otherwise yet.”
“It’s pretty clear that he has been through a lot,” Padme replied, a bit slowly and Anakin’s chest grumbled in that continued tone. He was not a child to be placated. “Paranoia probably kept him alive. Try to be patient with him. This has to be very scary and strange to him.”
Anakin groaned and nearly flopped over. She wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t even imagine how he would react in Obi-Wan’s shoes. Probably better, or worse, he grimaced. It was difficult to think about. “I knowwwww…. I just. Augh. He’s taking a nap and then he wants to meditate.”
“Maybe that will help him accept this,” she offered. “You know he always feels better after meditation, even if you don’t.”
He sighed. “I guess.”
“Do you know anything else about the future?”
“Not much. I can’t imagine it’s good, if Obi-Wan of all people is on the run.”
“And you are dead,” she pointed out worriedly. “I might be too.”
That got his attention. “What do you mean?”
“Ani…” she started, keeping her voice slow still. “He’s by himself. He’s your friend, your family. He’s my friend. I’m sure he knows we care about each other. I cannot imagine I would not help him if I had been able. Don’t you think he would try to help me if something happened?”
“Nothing is going to happen.”
“Something did,” she pointed out. She wasn’t wrong but the thought was much too horrible to even consider. He would never let anything happen to her. He didn’t think he would let anything happen to Obi-Wan either, some dark part of him realized, but something had. He had allowed that to happen by dying. “Something so horrible, Obi-Wan is all alone. No friends, no family, no jedi.”
“Not completely alone,” Anakin realized. He hadn’t thought about Luke much in the past couple of hours and the thought was actually kind of shaking his core. Perhaps Padme could shed some light on his thoughts and theories.
“Pardon?”
“Someone came back with him, someone who isn’t even born yet in this time,” he said, trying to find the right words to describe him. He probably should not be talking about this whole-time travel thing with others; Master Windu and the Council seemed to want to keep it under wraps – like so many other things, he thought cynically. But Padme could be trusted. He could trust her. After all, if he couldn’t trust his wife, who would he trust? Some tiny voice deep inside him echoed his master’s name. “His name is Luke and he’s…. crazy protective. Wouldn’t even leave Obi-Wan’s side for a while.”
Padme just smiled, knowingly. “Sounds like someone else I know.”
“That’s different,” he insisted, and it nearly stunned him how quickly he realized what she was talking about. Who, she was talking about. Him. “He’s, my master. We are a team. The best team.”
“And who is Luke?”
Anakin hesitated and glanced away. The idea had been vaguely bouncing around his head, but he hadn’t voiced it yet. “I think…. I think he might be Obi-Wan’s son.”
“No way.”
“I don’t know for sure,” he added, quickly, almost like he was trying to back track. The thought of Obi-Wan having a child at all was rather mind-boggling. Hypocritical maybe, because that meant he had an attachment, at least of some kind. “It’s just…he told Ahsoka his mother died in childbirth and his father…that it was complicated,” he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
“Why do you think he’s Obi-Wan’s son?”
“He’s force sensitive.”
“So are you and he’s not your son,” she pointed out, teasingly.
He snorted again; wasn’t that a thought. “He talks like Obi-Wan, you know, all posh and stuff. Was raised by him. And…do you remember the Duchess of Mandalore.”
“Satine Kryze?”
He nodded. Her eyes widened in understanding. If he recalled, he was pretty sure the Duchess and Padme were friends. She’d probably know, perhaps. “When we rooted out the traitor on her ship, she confessed her feelings and he told her he would have left the order if she asked.”
“Do you think she asked?”
“It seems likely, although I have a hard time imagining he would have done it before the war ended,” he admitted. “Honestly, it’s hard to imagine at all. He’s just…he’s got that perfect jedi thing going on.”
Even he knew that Padme was fighting the urge to roll her eyes. She generally didn’t always completely agree on some of the things Anakin thought about his former master. “If the war ends and Obi-Wan is on the run, as you say,” she realized, thinking about this train of thought. “He may have fled to Mandalore.”
“Then she died in childbirth,” Anakin frowned. “It would have been…really quickly, right after the war. Luke is, like, fifteen, sixteen max.”
“Does he look like Obi-Wan?”
Anakin shook his head but then hesitated. “I don’t think so, but I haven’t really looked you know? I only spent a couple of hours with him and even then, I wasn’t really looking. He’s blonde, like the Duchess, so maybe he looks more like her?”
“We will have to check it out when you get back to Coruscant. Perhaps do a DNA test or something. That would certainly confirm things. You are coming back, right?”
Anakin hesitated. “Not…yet.”
She sighed.
“The colony of Kiros was taken by slavers,” he explained with a snarl at the word, his anger growing more profound as he realized what was happening, what type of mission they were taking on. Slavers. “Captain Rex and Luke were taken by Dooku.”
Padme looked worried but it was washed away with her expression of compete determination. “Then the Republic’s greatest hero has to go and save them.”
Anakin grinned at the praise. “Not to worry, milady, it shall be done.”
“And milady has work to do,” she laughed.
“Awww. Can’t you stay on longer?”
Something in her eyes glimmered. She was up to something, he knew it. “I do believe I have to do my own part,” she said, vaguely. “And you should probably be around Obi-Wan when he wakes up. He’s going to need you. We are going to win this war this time.”
“This time,” Anakin echoed.
Cody
Quinlan Vos was not exactly the kind of person Commander Cody would have expected General Kenobi to be friends with. He has heard a little of General Kenobi’s friends and life, pre-war, but he had heard things, gleaned from snippets from both General Kenobi, General Skywalker and other still. General Vos was someone General Kenobi complained about, but he did it the same way he complained about Skywalker, which made it clear that they were close.
They were friends. Close friends. Perhaps best friends, although from what Cody could tell, several beings like to try and claim that title. He was a bit curious on General Kenobi’s own thoughts on the matter.
Cody had been trying to keep himself busy while his general slept to prepare for the conflict that was undoubtedly in front of them. Boil and his group had been replaced for clean up on the planet. The trooper had already been ready for another fight when Cody explained what had happened to like and Waxer. Waxer was his best friend and Luke…no one was entirely sure what Luke was to them at this stage, but he was something. Something their troops cared about. Their trusted little fellowship was already fond of the boy, nearly as much as they were to Luke.
Needless to say, no one was happy upon discovering Luke and Waxer’s dilemma and situation. All of them prepared for the next assignment and then milled around the overall area where their general slept. Cody didn’t stop them. They knew about the future and even beside that, there was something else. A change they could feel.
Cody was talking to Barlex and Threepwood, quietly discussing next moves involving the chips. Commander Colt and Alpha-17 were already starting research and had discovered the location of the chip in their heads. It could be found by a level five atomic scan, something few ships had access to. Although, with the right equipment, the surgery did not appear too difficult.
“We need to talk to the jedi about this,” Threepwood said quietly. “You know what Luke did. He can help the droids scan and find the chips.”
“They probably also have access to the necessary scanners and droids,” Barlex added, his voice gruff as per usual.
“We have to be very careful,” Cody warned. “This information could cause widespread panic, or worse, word getting out to the Sith and the chips could be activated early.” It was a terrible thing to think about, much less consider. Even though he technically knew it had happened, happened to his general, it was hard to wrap his head around. He could not even imagine doing such a thing.
“We need help,” Threepwood insisted.
“We do not have the resources to de-chip the entire GAR while we fight this war,” Barlex agreed, although rather grudgingly. He didn’t always seem to like agreeing with other people. “Or the equipment, the time, the excuses.”
“I know,” Cody hissed.
“If you need boys de-chipped fast, contacting jedi healers and perhaps jedi with smaller clone attachments might be a good start.”
The three of them shut up quicky and spun around, lining up in front of the jedi general in perfect formation to salute in practiced smooth movements. “Sir!” one of them near shouted. Cody didn’t know who it was. He didn’t dare look.
“We didn’t…”
General Vos raised a hand, smirking subtly and casually. Cody wanted to feel relaxed, he really did. This was General Kenobi’s friend; couldn’t they trust him? He truly hoped so. “Don’t worry, I’m no snitch. Well, actually I am, but not in this case,” he smiled at his own joke, although it was a bit weak. “I know about the chips and what happened in Obi-Wan’s future.”
That helped ease the tension a bit. General Vos gave them a rundown on his specific abilities to give them a rational explanation to his access of knowledge. And then he continued to explain his suggestion. “There are healers stationed everywhere and if there is one thing they know, aside from healing, it is digression. They have any and all excuses, especially as jedi, to see troopers.”
“The surgery is apparently pretty easy,” Barlex also noted. “Luke did several with the help of a basic med droid, quickly.”
An eyebrow rose curiously. “Then it should definitely be faster and easier with actual healers. I can contact Master Healer Che and start proceedings in that area.”
“She’s your top coordinator?” Cody asked. He nodded. “Maybe start with the other healers, away from Coruscant.”
“What are you afraid of?”
Was he that obvious?
“The danger is centered there,” Cody replied, vaguely. The others glanced at him, but he didn’t meet their gaze. The speculation was just that…speculation but even if it was confirmed, if the chips didn’t spread mass panic, the acknowledgment and identity of the man behind all of this, would.
“I wanted to talk to you,” General Vos dropped it for now. “About Obi-Wan, Luke, steps going forward to prevent that future.”
“Barlex and Threepwood know,” Cody stated firmly, as General Vos glanced between the three of them warily. Cody answered his silent question immediately. “Luke asked me to gather some of the boys and he explained what he knew. They are de-chipped. Waxer knows.”
“He’s with Luke,” General Vos realized, after a moment. General Kenobi must have told him about Waxer, Cody thought. He couldn’t really believe that General Vos knew any of them by name. Before this, he hadn’t really spent much time with the 212thbattalion and the only one he ever really interacted with to some degree was Cody himself. “I am not certain of that will end up being a good or a bad thing.”
“He will do his duty.”
“I have little doubt,” General Vos agreed, a bit readily, to their surprise. “Who else knows?”
Cody didn’t think the names or even numbers would mean anything to the jedi, but he listed them off anyways. “The Medic,” General Vos realized as Cody went over Helix’s name and gestured for them to follow. They ended up in General Kenobi’s office which Barlex pointed out as they got in, his voice just flat enough not to sound too insubordinate or disrespectful.
“It’s easier to get into his mindset here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mentioned my psychometry. It’s linked to that. I got a lot from Luke before the battle,” he said, as they settled in. Everyone was still rather uneasy. “And even more from Obi-Wan. It’s…it is really bad.”
“We are forced to kill the jedi,” Barlex noted.
“Even the little ones,” Threepwood finished, quiet and pained at the thought. No one knew exactly who had marched on the Temple in General Kenobi’s past and their possible future. For all they knew it could have been them. Maybe it had been. Maybe not. It didn’t matter so much at this point; they still felt it rather keenly, almost as though they had personally done it. It was a horrible thought.
General Vos nodded. “Obi-Wan was unconscious when I got the information from him so… so I didn’t feel that in the way he felt it. I didn’t feel his pain and grief in the full force that I would have if he had been awake; just the…remnants of it.”
“You know who did it,” Barlex voiced something they had all realized.
“Pardon?”
“You know who attacked the Temple,” Cody answered for him, quietly. “You know who killed and massacred the children, the elderly, the sick and injured. You know who led them.”
General Vos didn’t let his face show anything. Cody wondered if that was a skill all Jedi knew because General Kenobi was good at that as well. It didn’t matter what he showed on his face and what he did not. His pause spoke volumes.
“Who was it?” Barlex nearly demanded.
Threepwood just froze. He didn’t want to know.
“Was it us?”
Vos’s response was immediately. “No. No, it wasn’t you.”
No one dared to let out the large breath they were all holding. It was uncomfortable, they were uncomfortable, and they knew it, even if it was not them, it had been someone.
Cody had a theory, a feeling.
He did not like it.
He wanted it verified, a desperate plea for himself to be wrong, but he did not voice it. He could not bring himself to. General Vos caught his eye. Cody just wilted.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, instead. “As long as we move quickly and quietly, it won’t happen at all. Obi-Wan is awake, as I’m sure you are all aware. At this point in time, he does not believe this to be real. He thinks that this is a complex Sith mind trick. This will be a lot more difficult if we cannot convince Obi-Wan of otherwise.”
“He will come to the right conclusion,” Cody affirmed. “He’s practical and smart. He will figure it out.”
“I imagine time travel is pretty difficult to wrap one’s head around,” Threepwood grimaced. “We were lucky, I think, having Luke around. He’s not born yet, and he knows things he couldn’t have known unless General Kenobi had told him.”
“We are heading to Zygerria,” General Vos continued. “General Koon and the 104thare going to Kadavo to retrieve the Kiros colonists, on Obi-Wan’s intelligence. We, in the meantime, are headed to the planet to get their governor and make some noise to attract Dooku,” he explained.
“Why?”
“We are fairly certain he has Luke and the missing troopers.”
The boys bristled. “They are dead, aren’t they?”
“We don’t think so,” he disagreed.
“Why? Count Dooku does not take trooper hostages,” Barlex pointed out.
“Usually, yes,” General Vos nodded. “But he thinks Luke is Obi-Wan’s padawan and, especially due to his very…sudden…disappearance, Dooku’s interest is undoubtedly high with him and the situation surrounding him.”
“And?”
“He will probably use the troopers as leverage, hostages,” General Vos confessed with a frown. “If Count Dooku wanted those troopers dead, I imagine we would have just found their bodies in the air base on Umbara. Luke is young and he is rather fond of you, it appears. They will make decent leverage.”
“He is,” Threepwood sighed.
“But what Luke knows about the future…could it be that valuable to Dooku?” Barlex asked. “Luke was born after the war.”
“I doubt Dooku, at this point, knows about the time travel and we think Dooku’s interest is in Luke’s relation to Obi-Wan. As most of you probably know… Count Dooku…he’s a bit fond of him.”
“He shows it in very strange ways,” Threepwood muttered.
“He is Obi’s grand master.”
Threepwood and Barlex sputtered.
“Count Dooku is General Kenobi’s grandfather?”
General Vos looked vaguely uncomfortable with the phrase but shook his head lightly, like that wasn’t exactly it. It wasn’t, Cody knew the jedi didn’t have grandfathers in the way that many other cultures did but that didn’t make those relationships any less personal. “Err…. not exactly but sort of? He trained Obi-Wan’s master, Qui-Gon Jinn.”
“That is…. messed up,” Threepwood sighed.
“We want him to come to Zygerria. He’s in league with the slaver queen there, no doubt working some angle. According to Obi-Wan, he had gone to the planet last time when she didn’t quite…listen to the Count.”
“So, we are kind of doing the same thing?”
General Vos just smiled. “More like we are going to make a bit of a mess and kark some things up to get Dooku to come. Just a small team for now, lure him in and then attack with the 501st and 212th.”
“I can put together a task force, sir,” Cody said. He knew exactly who to bring.
“I would say you should probably stay on the ship, but I don’t think you will,” he cracked a sly grin.
“Barlex can cover,” Cody replied, readily, glancing at his brother. His gaze hardened in determination, and he nodded. “Besides, I think me being there, with Boil, might help.”
“How do you mean?”
“Both Boil and I were in the future, we lived…longer than most,” Cody explained but it was difficult to get through. He didn’t know much about the future and he didn’t particularly like talking about the fates of his brothers, as horrible as they were. As little as he knew, with only speculation and hypothesis to guide him through. “He’s a bit more comfortable around those people, especially Boil. He’s got a bit of a soft spot for him and he’s still alive in General Kenobi’s future.”
“He did mention him before,” General Vos noted.
“I brought him back from cleanup. He’s probably already talking with the General now,” Cody added. “General Kenobi prefers short power naps more than anything. The more comfortable he is with the squad, the more information we will get and the more likely he may be more inclined to believe.”
“And they won’t let anything happen to him,” Barlex vowed, darkly.
“Finally!” a new voice grumbled as the door was forced open. Helix burst in with a long sigh and a huff. “General, commander. I guess I should have known. I thought you would want to know. General Kenobi is awake.”
Ben
“Obi-Wan! Please!”
“It was only a dream, dear one. Dreams pass in time.”
“He will never want me.”
“You will never remind me.”
“Ben!”
“Obi-Wan!”
“I love you.”
“And you, you’ve grown sadder.”
“Trust in the Force.”
“I will not abandon you.”
“I would have chosen you over and over given the chance.”
“I foresee you becoming a greater jedi than I.”
“He was my best friend, my brother.”
“You can see that?”
“It’s just you and me, old man.”
“Is it true?”
“Yes.”
“I am so proud of you.”
“We were waiting.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You have become a far greater jedi than I could ever hope to be.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“If In die here, it’s going to be your fault.”
“If I die here, it’s going to be with you.”
“Forgive me if I still think I know you better than anyone else.”
“I know what you wanted. I’m not leaving him.”
“You do.”
“We meet again.”
“It is all your fault.”
“LIES!”
“It’s over Anakin.”
“It hate you.”
“I love you.”
Ben’s inhale back into consciousness, coming from his slumber, was quick and deep, accompanied by a dry throat and wet cheeks.
“Welcome back, general.”
It took a rather embarrassingly long moment for Ben to put a finger on the name. It had been a very long time. He racked his brain, but eventually, the short-term memories came back forward. The star destroyer. Quinlan. Umbara 2.0. What did the Sith Lord want with staging this specific campaign? Surely, he would be smart enough to know Ben wouldn’t do the same things as last time; that surely, he would try to be better, do better, save more lives. No matter how hard he tried, Ben just couldn’t quite stop being a jedi. He wondered how the casualty counts compared to the first time around.
“Helix,” Ben murmured, a bit fondly. “It has been a while.”
“So, you have said,” Helix hummed, and Ben could feel him going over him, checking for anything and everything, going through his vitals while the jedi regained himself. “Longer for you than me, as your padawan says it.”
“My padawan?” Ben mused.
“Luke,” Helix supplied.
“Is that what he calls himself?”
“No,” Helix shrugged. “But it seems kind of obvious to us. Good kid, though. Kind, generous. Protective of you…and us, it appears.”
“He has always wanted to meet the people of my past.”
“Well, if you tell him a bunch of glory stories, that does not seem too surprising.”
“They were flattering ones, I assure you.”
“Not the ones where we kill all of you, I imagine.”
The plain facts and rational tone of Helix’s voice caught Ben off guard. He turned to stare at him in surprise, a little wide eyed. Oh, the man hadn’t changed a bit. He was just like how Ben remembered him over sixteen years ago. “You…how… I don’t know what you are talking about,” he settled on.
Look at that, he could be at a loss for words.
“Luke told us,” Helix confessed. “Got the chips out and everything. Just a few of the boys to start. I think he wanted some allies. The Commander, Gearshift, Trapper, Longshot, Threepwood, Barlex, Wooley, Crys, your favorites,” he smirked at the end.
Ben sputtered. “What…I do not-.”
“Don’t worry, general,” he just chuckled. “Everyone has favorites, and we get it. Care isn’t finite or whatever; jedi-way. We all know. Can’t say we completely blame ya, those two are surprisingly good with you. However, speaking of which, Commander Cody did pull some strings, so Boil came with us instead of staying on Umbara for cleanup.”
“He can to Kiros with us last time,” Ben mused, quiet and mostly to himself. “He wanted to get his mind off of…off of Waxer.”
“Waxer died on Umbara the first time, didn’t he?”
It wasn’t much to jump to that conclusion, apparently. He wondered what Luke had told them. Ben swallowed and nodded. “Friendly fire.”
“Commander Cody told me. He said Luke put a stop to it. As far as we know, currently, they are both still alive.”
“Things have already changed,” Ben mumbled. “Luke wasn’t here last time…could it…”
“Boil is coming up,” Helix said quietly. “It may be a few minutes. Would you like to talk to him? I know he isn’t your future version but perhaps a friendly and known presence might help ground you.”
“Ground me?”
“You confessed earlier that you believed this was a Sith trick; a mental manipulation orchestrated by the Sith,” Helix began to explain, only a bit hesitant.
Ben nodded.
“Maybe he could help,” he shrugged. “It’s a little difficult to see Boil as a grounding influence but well, who knows?”
“Alright,” Ben conceded. He rather thought he would like to see the trooper again anyways. Even if he may have just been a figment of this trick, Helix was not wrong, a friendly face would always be a blessing.
“It’ll be a couple of minutes. I have some boys to look over, can you handle a bit by yourself?”
He just laughed, lightly. “Of course, Helix. Go on.”
*
Arfour was not having a good time.
Her pathetic lifeform had finally awoken but he was just all over the place. Running around like a maniac, his vitals all over the place and nothing that came out of his person that made any sense. Not real? What was not real?
He looked at her as if he had not seen her in a very long time.
It had been not even a singular day.
She let the two humanoids speak and she waited for her turn quietly. [pathetic lifeform] was tired and confused but seeing [know-it-all] appeared to make him a bit more at ease. Some residents of the ship made him more at ease than others.
She took note of that.
[pathetic lifeform] smiled kindly at her as she rolled into his room beeping indignantly. Looking down at her, there was something, an expression, on his face that her current data banks just could not quite identify. “Ah, Arfour. I think we have some work to do.”
*
Boil’s face appeared in the doorway and all Ben could think was how young he looked. Last time he had seen Boil, he had much more scruff on his face, more wrinkles, grey hair. But he carried himself the same.
Ben wasn’t sure if even the Sith could duplicate that.
His expression instinctively softened at the sight of him. “Hello, Boil.”
The trooper shifted; a bit uncomfortable. Things were not the same as they were in the future; Ben had to be careful. “General. It’s good to see you awake. We…I mean some of the boys were worried.”
Ben nodded. “My apologies. That was not my intention.”
The trooper was fighting back his reactions, probably that of a disbelieving snort. He was trying so hard, Ben mused. He wondered if Boil was a figment of his imagination, the last throws to preserve what was left of his sanity.
Losing it to a Sith Lord wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to go.
Embarrassing.
He was closer now.
“My apologies, sergeant,” he repeated.
“For what, sir?”
“When Luke…helped you off of Vader’s ship, you wanted to stay with us. He loved you. I think you may have been Luke’s only real friend at that point.”
Boil swallowed. Ben didn’t know if he understood.
“I couldn’t let you. I couldn’t let you stay with us. Sometimes I regret it but…that’s not the jedi way.”
“Why did you not want me to stay?”
“I could not give Vader another loved one to be targeted,” Ben rasped. It was too late, the Sith already knew. So much in Ben’s head…sometimes he wished he was a droid, able to just wipe it all away.
Boil just stared at him and Ben wanted to reach out in the force with his feelings and projections. It had been a long time since he had done that amongst troopers.
He didn’t dare.
“Why…” Boil hesitated and glanced away. “Why does Vader hate you so much? Who is he?”
Ben’s breath caught. He had never actually confessed it to anyone, who Vader was.
Boil seemed to sense Ben’s panic and quickly tried to backtrack. The tone of his voice sounded strange paired with Boil’s gruff voice and his usual attempt to be calm and surly and brusque. “I am so sorry, sir. You do not have to tell me. It is completely fine. It doesn’t even matter really. He’s not here and you are not there.”
“I used to,” Ben struggled to speak. “I know him. Vader he…”
Ben stopped and stiffened. Boil followed his snap quick gaze to where Skywalker was standing in the doorway.
“Sergeant, would you mind leaving us for a bit?” Ben asked, not unkindly. He would not let a Sith near the trooper if he could help it. If Vader had donned Anakin’s visage. He wasn’t sure who this was, if it was Vader or someone else playing him or even yet, Anakin himself. Quinlan and several others had tried to convince him that he was in the past. For one of the first times ever, Boil hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure he should actually do as he had been asked. But after a moment, he walked out with a touch of bristle on his shoulders.
It did not escape Anakin’s attention but he, surprisingly, did not say a word.
Instead, he walked over to Ben and carefully sat next to him.
He felt so real, Ben mused. Like he could reach out and touch him, a familiar warm body under his fingers that wouldn’t burn at the contact.
Anakin always burned in his dreams.
It was a horrible think, to wish he had made sure he had killed Anakin on Mustafar well over a decade ago. So much pain could have been avoided. All it would have cost was Ben himself, leaving all the hurt and pain and horribleness for his mind and shoulders.
He was rather good at that.
He thinks perhaps killing Anakin on Mustafar would have broken him, most times. As much sadness as he could bear, he wasn’t sure if he could survive that.
But then again, Obi-Wan Kenobi had died alongside Anakin Skywalker that day.
If Quinlan and Helix and everyone else was right, if this was real and he was somehow back in his own history, able to make choices and change anything, that meant… did that mean Anakin Skywalker lived once more?
And if he did, did that mean Obi-Wan Kenobi was revived as well?
Could it be possible?
Everything had felt so real, although Ben hadn’t dared to reach out too much to others in the Force. He hadn’t even touched any bonds. If the old ones were still there and not ravaged…he did not know what he’d do.
“I had so much to say,” Anakin started, his voice uncharacteristically subdued and muted, fighting so hard to remain and relaxed and patient. “But I don’t know anymore. I’ve been thinking about things for hours and hours. Everything is going to be so different now.”
“What do you mean?”
“For me, it has only been a day. A day since it was you and me, like always. A day ago, I thought everything was fine. I thought we were okay. For me, the things that you have gone through have not happened yet. I’m alive and healthy, early twenties with a young padawan, fighting in a galaxy-wide war,” he tried to explain but Ben could tell, he was certainly struggling. “But for you, for you, it has been over fifteen years. You saw the end of the war, and something so terrible happened, you left the jedi and are on the run.”
“I did not leave,” he mumbled, absentmindedly. He hadn’t even been aware that he had spoken it until moments after, when Anakin’s head jerked, eyes meeting his in some form of terrified confusion. It looked so real, his uncertainty, and Ben wanted so desperately to believe it. Because if Anakin was befuddled and perplexed, then perhaps he didn’t know, perhaps Quinlan was right and this was actually his padawan. Not the monster that was using his body.
“Huh?”
“I did not leave,” he repeated, a bit louder.
“Did they…kick you out?” Anakin asked, skeptical and unconvinced.
Ben shook his head. “No. Everyone is dead and gone. I’m the last of the jedi.”
*
Anakin
Anakin just choked. That was not what he was expecting. Not that he had many expectations at this point. It was still painful to think about, however, and anything Anakin had expected, they both knew, this was not it.
Ten thousand jedi.
One survivor.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered. He hadn’t even realized he had said it. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoken in years or if he had spoken too much in that time. It was an odd contradiction, but all Anakin could feel was like he was choking on nothing at all. Because that could not have happened.
“Unfortunately, it very much is possible,” Ben hummed. “I have seen the Temple bathed in blood, bodies thrown carelessly across the halls, shot in the back. I have seen younglings murdered in their beds. They never stood a chance.”
Rage was swelling in Anakin’s chest and Ben studied him curiously. He didn’t seem entirely sure about the validity of his reaction just yet, which just didn’t make any sense. His wariness and paranoia would normally hurt and anger Anakin but right now, he was barely paying attention. It was the overwhelming and heartbreaking feelings that dominated absolutely everything at this point, because there was so many. So many jedi, ten thousand. And they were all just…gone?
Who could have possibly done such a thing?
“How are you not furious?”
“It happened over fifteen years ago,” Ben rasped, and his voice was hoarse and pained. It was like he hadn’t spoken in a long time. Anakin wondered if that actually was the case. “I doubt the horror and grief I felt then will ever truly fade but I cannot…I could not do anything about it.”
“You can now,” Anakin insisted. “We can. It hasn’t happened yet. We can fix this.”
Ben was humming, non-committedly. “Interesting,” he murmured.
Anakin’s brain kept buzzing. This wasn’t happening, was he different and nothing could change it? Was it so bad that Anakin would never have his best friend back? He couldn’t imagine a life now without Obi-Wan being right there, at his side. And he didn’t want to. “What is happening to you?”
He just sighed, long suffering and tired. Obi-Wan was always tired these days but there was something in his expression that was just a little more. “A lot has happened and I’m not sure what you want from me.”
“I want my master back.”
“What does that entail, exactly?”
How to answer that. With everything that was happening and everything that had happened. All of their lives and things they had done and said and not done and said. That was a question he didn’t think he could truly answer, not in its entity. Because this was Obi-Wan and that is all Anakin wanted. “I didn’t realize things had changed so much with us until…until this whole time travel thing. Things have changed so drastically but it is like I don’t know us anymore. We are a tram, the team. We are the best, I can’t even imagine my life without you. But I’ve realized…. it’s like… I don’t know what we are anymore. It’s not the same.”
Much of that may be my fault, I suppose.”
Anakin was so startled by his instinctive desire to agree to such a prospect. When had he turned into the default for blaming Obi-Wan? When had it become so easy? But before Anakin could gather himself again and his thoughts to speak, the older jedi continued. What he said next didn’t seem at all in direct relation to his previous statement.
He was practically choking on the words. “If this is a dream, I do not want it to end.”
Anakin didn’t think he meant to say that out loud. “This is real, master, I swear.”
“I never truly knew why you did it,” he replied, instead. A lump formed in Anakin’s throat. What had he done? “I knew you had resentment, some notion that I had been holding you back. You have said it. If I had, it was never intentional. I’m not exactly the best jedi or teacher, and I know you deserved better, someone who actually knew what they were doing. I know you wanted Qui-Gon and I…don’t blame you. I just didn’t realize I had done so poorly and failed you so much. I did not realize how far you had fallen or when it started.”
Anakin froze. That was much to unravel at the moment. He ended up focusing on the end of the speech.
Fallen? As in…?
It couldn’t be possible.
“What did I become?”
Ben did not want to answer, which just worried Anakin more. He must have been so truly terrible for him to withhold this.
Quinlan Vos appearing was annoying, to put it mildly, as Anakin seemed to believe they were making progress. For answers. But Ben, although subtly, looked visibly relieved. “Hey, Obes,” Master Vos greeted with a smooth smile and a comforted expression, as he carefully entered. “How are you feeling?”
“A bit confused,” Ben admitted, truthfully. “None of this makes sense. I don’t know what Sidious wants from me.”
“Perhaps we are telling the truth, maybe this is time travel,” Master Vos suggested.
“Time travel. An interesting notion,” Ben mused. “Not impossible, however rather unlikely.”
“Why is that?”
“Anakin is acting rather strange.”
“How?”
Obi-Wan exhaled and closed his eyes. Upon opening them, he stared at Anakin as if he thought he would disappear. Anakin stared back at him. This didn’t make any sense Then Obi-Wan turned to look back at Quinlan. “Worried, concerned. Not nearly as angry and resentful as the last time I saw him. I wish this cruel trick would end. But, at the same time, I feel as though this could be a wonderful dream.”
Anakin’s breath caught and emotions, feelings, everything just came rushing in all at once. It was nearly unbearable. “How could you?” his voice stuttered in something of vibration, of hurt and pain. “How could you think that I don’t care?!” he cried.
“Skywalker,” Quinlan warned.
“After-.”
Anakin,” Quinlan snapped, a little louder.
His jaw snapped shut. He was trying, he was trying, he was trying; they could give him back. He had to be careful, they all did. Anakin hated being so worried and concerned about what he said or felt. But he just wanted Obi-Wan back. And he would do anything. “I would rather like to meditate, if you would allow,” Obi-Wan said, quietly, unable to meet Anakin’s eyes.
“This isn’t a Sith trick; you are allowed to do as you please.”
“I’m not sure if I want to believe you. The implications of this…. of this not being a trick or a hallucination or a dream…I do not know what I would do with it. It has been fifteen years, in such a dark galaxy, hunted relentlessly for so long.”
“We are going to fix it, master,” Anakin assured, as he tried to calm himself; trying to breathe. He still sounded determined, dangerous. “I won’t let it happen again. I won’t let it.”
“You keep saying such things as that,” Obi-Wan hummed, his brow furrowing. “As though you think you can control it all.”
Quinlan interrupted before Anakin could say something stupid. Which, in all honesty, Anakin knew most would have probably found anything he would say next rather dumb. “Would meditation help you?”
“I haven’t…reached in the Force that way yet,” he admitted. “Since I woke up.”
“Maybe it is time,” Quinlan offered. “Perhaps it will help you determine your reality.”
“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan agreed. “Would you like to join me?”
“Sure. Do you want to go somewhere else?”
Obi-Wan just shrugged. “Surprisingly, here is fine.”
“Do you intend to join us?” Quinlan asked Anakin.
“Yes,” he nearly growled.
“Then can you at least quiet your mind? Your chaotic way of doing things is doubtfully going to be much help with Obi-Wan,” Master Vos replied, flatly.
“It’s alright,” the older master assured, almost sounding even fond of the way that Anakin does things, even something as an attempt at meditation. “Even after all this time, I know Anakin Skywalker. I’d be interested how things end up. With the Sith, with all of their resources, I find it doubtful they could be able to reproduce it.”
Anakin shot Quinlan a smug grin.
They settled down on the floor and Anakin commed Ahsoka. She had gotten there in record time and was invited to join them as well. Obi-Wan’s gaze was soft at the sight of her, something nostalgic and pained. Anakin wondered if she survived, but then he remembered what Obi-Wan had said about survivors. Or lack thereof.
Anakin had never tried quite so hard at the typical form of meditation than he did just then. All the worry, all the fear; he tried so hard. But every time he opened his eyes, every time he reached out, he could see Obi-Wan smirk, subtly. Like he knew something.
Like Anakin’s meditation habits were familiar and amusing.
Was this progress? Was it possible that Anakin could get Obi-Wan back?
At the very least, most of him?
More beings approached, tentative and hesitant as Anakin sunk into the Force again. The 212th, no doubt, and at least six of them. He tried not to pay attention, but he didn’t recognize any of them off hand. Obi-Wan certainly did.
He continued to relax.
Anakin bit back a scowl. Obi-Wan was more comfortable with the troops than Anakin himself at this point. He didn’t really know any of them. Obi-Wan knew several of Anakin’s own 501st by name…perhaps, Anakin should get to know of some of Obi-Wan’s 212th.
He made a note to himself.
“Is there something you need, commander?” Obi-Wan asked, suddenly.
Anakin startled out of the meditation. He hadn’t even noticed the officer approach. Cody stood in the doorway, patient and dutiful as always.
“You have a call, sir,” Cody responded, a bit quiet.
Obi-Wan silently untangled himself from his position on the floor and stood. “Of course, Commander. Ahsoka, Quinlan…Anakin. I will take my leave. I hope you found this meditation as enlightening as I.”
Quinlan and Anakin perked. Perhaps…?
He and Anakin just glanced at one another. Progress, they both thought. Perhaps they were making progress.
*
Cody
“Did you sleep well?”
“Well enough,” Ben shrugged as he and Commander Cody made their ways through the halls, away from the medical bay. “I do believe I will feel better when I find Luke. Who is requesting my presence?”
“General Windu, sir,” Cody responded easily.
The general let out a little tension in his shoulders while Cody just watched. He had been expecting someone else, he noted, someone worse. Someone he was fearing to speak to. The commander was grateful he could give him someone to speak with that the general actually cared for. Perhaps he could prevent Obi-Wan from talking with that person, the person he dreaded. The room they entered already had the call going, with a shimmering blue visage in the middle.
“Hello Mace,” General Kenobi greeted, fondly.
“Obi-Wan,” Genera Windu softened in such a way that Cody had only heard from Ponds before. Sometimes he had thought that the general hadn’t even been capable of it. It was a rude thought, he knew, but General Windu wasn’t often one to show such sentiment. Then again, this was General Kenobi. From what Cody knew, they had known each other for a very long time and were friends. “How are you feeling?
“I have been asked that quite a bit,” General Kenobi admitted. “I have gotten some sleep and was able to do some meditating. I will concede there is a possibility this is…this is real. Time travel is not exactly impossible,” he continued, a bit quiet, tentative, as if gauging reactions. “I just…I am unsure how to accept it as a possibility, after everything that has happened.”
I don’t know what happened in your past,” General Windu confessed, and he did not look happy about it. Cody had heard about General Windu’s abilities with something called shatter points. He wondered if he could see or feel them through holo calls and if anything changed with them the first time this had happened. “But I know it must have been truly devastating. And those things that happened to you, I…we cannot take those experiences away. But you, us, we have a unique chance to change the horrors of what you have witnessed for others.”
“I will,” General Kenobi vowed, strong and resolute. “I will do what I must. I will not let you down.”
General Windu just looked a little sad, like he knew something that no one else did about him. Cody found it hard to imagine that someone would be a bit upset by General Kenobi’s drive and declaration of persistence. Usually, it was a good trait to have, as far as Cody knew. “I know you won’t. There is a reason I called. We have an intelligence officer that was around Zygerria; the one that gave us the information on the Kiros colonists.”
General Kenobi hummed. “Did this person give you more information?”
He nodded. “Dooku is already heading to Zygerria. His little detour to Umbara has made the Queen send a ship and some of her workers to escort him to her. Basic contact has been made with your missing troopers.”
Both he and General Kenobi perked. “Luke?”
“He has been confirmed aboard but no contact yet.”
“That is something at least.”
“Caution is key, especially with Dooku aboard the ship as well.”
General Kenobi seemed to understand and agreed. “Do not attract attention, I understand. Luke can take care of himself.”
“Even against Dooku?”
“He has been trained and prepared to deal with much worse.”
“Who is he?”
“I’m not sure you would believe me if I tried,” General Kenobi replied, a faintly amused smile quirking from his lips. General Windu mirrored his expression and shook his head, exasperated and fond. “Have you met him?”
“I have not talked to him or seen him, yet no,” General Windu replied, now a bit curious and even a tad more suspicious, although it seemed mocking rather than actually serious. “Why?”
This just made General Kenobi’s smile grow as something twinkled in his eye. “I think, if this is real, I might just love it when you do.”
“Now I’m concerned,” General Windu replied, eyes furrowing.
To Cody’s absolute pleasure and the other High General’s surprise, General Kenobi burst into a light fit of mellow and gentle laughter, authentic and genuine. “Don’t be too worried, dear. Luke meeting you will most likely be the least of your problems.”
Cody didn’t think that made General Windu feel much better, but the mood was lightened just a bit and Cody felt he had some hope. Their conversation lasted a while longer, and while they spoke, they included Cody within their ideas and thoughts on what to do next. Their plan shifting into something a bit less noisy and a bit more subtle. Cody thought with General Skywalker around, it would dive right back into crazy.
He was pretty sure General Kenobi agreed.
*
Their approach to Zygerria space was upcoming and everyone was feeling the anxiety. It spread over most of the ship but centered around the jedi and those closest to them. Everyone knew about what had happened to Captain Rex and Lieutenant Waxer and the other boys and with the hope that they may still be alive, there was concern and optimism with the chance. The closer they got, the angrier Skywalker got, and General Kenobi avoided talking to him by busying himself with relaying orders and going over plans with the others.
“Boil, Trapper, Wooley, Longshot,” Cody ordered, listing off the names rather easily. There were so few of them that he could keep the circle too. He wondered if Luke would be against him widening their circle. There were several other troopers he knew he could trust, and he felt as he could use the help. “You’re with the general and me. Barlex, Threepwood, Crys, Gearshift, I need you to hold down the fort.”
None of them appeared very pleased with being away from the action.
“I need people who know about Luke and the general’s situation, in case something happens,” Cody continued, trying to calm their nerves. “Because whatever happens, we need to prevent the genocide of the jedi and continue to de-chip the GAR so we cannot be used in such a way,” he said, sternly.
It was then agreed rather readily.
*
Anakin
There were many ships going to and from Zygerria as of late and Skywalker just kept growling at the options before them, as each and every one was passed for any number of reasons. He hated that they were just letting them go, one by one, just waiting and trying to find the right one, the one that would suit their needs. They were going to board and take over a ship that was headed to the planet, the home planet of one of the most notorious former slave empires, one that already had access for easy passage to the ground. There were many to choose from and apparently, they had to be careful with their choice.
He hated it.
But they found one. They found one and were simply waiting for it to fall into their grasp. It would be rather easy enough, he imagined. They were standing on the bridge, patiently waiting. Or at least, most of them were patient. Anakin just kept scowling as his hate and anger rose higher and higher. Obi-Wan had hesitated and Anakin saw it, but he put a hand on the young knight’s shoulder, squeezing just gently, like he wasn’t entirely sure if his hand would go through him or not. Like he wasn’t certain Anakin was solid. Whoever had done this to him, whoever had made Obi-Wan doubt himself so much like this, Anakin would make them pay. And then Obi-Wan would never have to feel that way again. “Their empire will not rise again,” he assured, his voice quiet but certain in his words.
Anakin clenched his fist and tried to release it. His voice was rising, only kept low and down by the growl of his chest space in his tone, grumbling up through his throat. It didn’t really matter how loud or quiet he was, however, and although he didn’t really notice it at first, the other officers on the bridge were rather uneasy with his feelings. “Those slaver scum think they are better than everyone else, that they can just bend everyone to their sick will.”
“Be mindful of your feelings,” the statement was almost oddly comforting, it was rather a staple of Obi-Wan’s teachings, as much as Anakin got irritated with it on a constant basis. He hated it, normally, Obi-Wan telling him this. But it was such a normal statement in their dealings, in their life, the one with Obi-Wan, it was also a comfort. At least something was normal. “You cannot let them control you.”
He bit back a scowl. His feelings were what made him powerful, special, but he tried to appease his master. He would do anything right now just to get a little piece of him back. “I know. I know.”
“Breathe with me.”
“What?”
“Breathe with me,” Obi-Wan repeated and for once, Anakin could understand why people thought Obi-Wan so patient. Anakin actually heard him, actually looked into his tone and his voice and him in the Force. He wasn’t judging him, he wasn’t angry or upset, or anything of the sort. He just wanted to help. He just wanted to help Anakin, even if Anakin didn’t think that his feelings were something that he needed help with. “We have a few minutes before we intercept our desired vessel.”
Tentatively, as if it would burn, Obi-Wan took both of Anakin’s hands. The young knight gently squeezed back. Obi-Wan’s gaze was on them for a long moment, rubbing a thumb in tight, light circles on the, studying the flesh hand as if he hadn’t really expected to see it.
“In four beats, through your diaphragm,” Obi-Wan instructed as he inhaled, expecting Anakin to follow. “Hold…. And out for eight.”
Anakin remembered this exercise. It had been years since he had done it, but he remembered it. He remembered the way Obi-Wan would breathe with him when he felt panicked or stressed. Most negative emotions really. He would go on and on, never stopping until Anakin told him and truly felt better. It never mattered how long it took, Obi-Wan had always been there with him, breathing in time with him.
Once upon a time, it had helped.
When had it stopped helping? When had he stopped doing it?
Did it at all? Or did Anakin just stop seeing the use, when he started using his negative emotions, when he saw them as useful and powerful. Had he started to see it as childish or another way Obi-Wan could control him?
Control him, Anakin nearly scoffed. As if he could. As if he wanted to.
Why were his emotions so heightened and negative when it came to Obi-Wan as of late? It had been like that for quite some time, he realized. He was constantly getting upset and angry with his former master and at this particular moment, Anakin could not recall in the foggiest why.
“In four beats,” Obi-Wan repeated and continued to rub circles on the top of Anakin’s hand delicately with his thumb. He focused on the touch, his gaze growing a bit bleary and hazy as he just watched Obi-Wan’s gloved hand move, his tough gentle and light. “Hold four, five, seven….and out one two three.”
They repeated several more times until they were completely in sync, breathing in time with one another, and Obi-Wan was no longer guiding the session. It was just them. As one. Two halves of the same whole.
Two halves of the same whole.
Kind of like the open circle fleet’s symbol.
Obi-Wan’s fleet.
Their fleet.
“It is time,” Obi-Wan said, breaking out of his train of thought. Anakin wished he had more time. He felt like he was getting somewhere. Not just with Obi-Wan, but with himself as well. He was supposed to realize something, he knew it. Something important. It would have to wait. “Do you feel better?” Obi-Wan asked.
It felt nice to be honest about it, and he nodded. “Yes, master.” He hadn’t remembered the last time something like this had helped. Really, he hadn’t remembered the last time he had even done something like this. Who told him that it wouldn’t help? Who told him that this was no longer a good thing? If someone like Obi-Wan was one to do it on a basis, someone as wise and good as him, would it not be good for Anakin as well?
He had so much more to think about.
“Then come, dear one,” Obi-Wan replied, gently. But there was a bit of an edge to it, something Anakin couldn’t quite identify. Perhaps it was just preparation on what was to come. Anakin didn’t really know if Obi-Wan felt something strong like he did about slavery, he doubted it. Obi-Wan hadn’t been a slave for any length of time, but that didn’t mean he had to like it either. The Jedi in general, were doing their best, even before the war, but it just wasn’t enough. With the restrictions in the senate, the illegal activities and simply their lack of numbers, there was only so much the jedi could do. Sometimes Anakin forgot that. “Go fetch your apprentice and meet me in the docking bay. We have a lot to do and an uncertain timetable,” he added. It was technically an order, but it hadn’t felt like it.
Resolute. Anakin nodded.
Ahsoka was raring to go, and they gathered a few soldiers to accompany them. No doubt Obi-Wan and Commander Cody were doing the same. Kix was anxious with the disappearance of Jesse and his other brothers and declared it would be best, in case either someone got hurt or they came across someone who was hurt. He was a good soldier and warrior anyways, even if he wasn’t a medic, Anakin probably would have brought him along. Appo was always a great addition. He was calm and smart, and he was good at keeping people together, although at the moment, they were all a little confused. Perhaps Obi-Wan had promoted him and didn’t tell him? He kept calling the sergeant, commander. It wasn’t completely out of character for Obi-Wan to promote someone and not tell them immediately. And then Dogma was with them as well. In their kerfuffle, he had just slid back into the 501st, looking over what had happened with Krell, keeping rather close to his commanders. Anakin wouldn’t hold it against him; he was trying to be loyal. He just had some bugs to work out, no big deal.
Several 212th boys were waiting with them, armed to the teeth and ready to fight. They had the same calm air that Obi-Wan usually carried around them with something else, as if they were chomping at the bit. Their eyes would darken into something violent and dangerous. This mission was personal. He could understand that. Anakin did realize most of them had been around their meditation study not a few hours prior. He remembered the way Obi-Wan had relaxed in their presence. He still hated that Obi-Wan had relaxed more with them than with Anakin himself, they were his troops, Anakin was his padawan, but he did comprehend something at least. Anakin had his go to’s and favorites, he supposed Obi-Wan did too.
It was an odd thing to think about.
Boarding the upcoming slave ship was rather easy. A single slave ship was no match for even one of the venator ships, much less two. The Negotiator and the Resolute boxed them quite easily and the gunships were off. And any crew of slavers was no match for a single squad of troopers, much less a squad led by a jedi.
Led by several jedi.
It didn’t mean the slaver did not try, however, because they did. Their efforts were a strange mix of amusing and annoying. They tried to shoot at them, threw smoke bombs and other small explosives. Closed normal and blast doors, others reinforced but no matter what, it wasn’t a match for the power and heat of their lightsabers. They could just burn through.
Anakin kept breathing.
He wouldn’t let his anger control him, not with Obi-Wan watching. He had so much to prove. He stayed rather close to his former master and Ahsoka ended up veering off with Master Vos. It wasn’t something that was particularly on his mind. He and Master Vos didn’t always get along but there was something he could trust him with, it was Ahsoka. After all, Master Vos had somehow raised someone as good as Aalya Secura, he must be somewhat decent.
Obi-Wan was…fighting different.
Anakin, he knew how Obi-Wan fought. They had sparred frequently, fought alongside one another constantly, Obi-Wan taught him and Anakin dared to think he had taught Obi-Wan a thing or two as well. They had always been well synced with one another, fighting together like one entity. Mostly because they had been fighting with other another for so long. And it wasn’t just in his padawanship, they were matched together often times during his knighthood too, during the war. Sure, Anakin was technically under Obi-Wan’s command, as the older jedi was a high general, but still, their groups meshed together well. The 501stand 212th worked seamlessly together, just like their generals did. At their best, together, they were an opponent to not be underestimated. One to be feared.
But here, now, it was different. He was different. It was not the same really, they weren’t quite as good. He shouldn’t say that. They were still fantastic, a foe and duo to be feared, undoubtedly, even with their step away from one another. But it wasn’t quite as right as Anakin knew it normally was. Not quite as in sync with each other’s moves as they were before. Oh, how things could change. In a day. Fifteen years. He didn’t like it.
Had it changed so suddenly? Or had this been a slow change? One that had been coming around?
Anakin had known Obi-Wan since he started seriously started practicing Soresu. It was a form he had mastered well. He knew that the older jedi had started off with Aratu, a form he had used against the Sith during the blockade of Naboo. Anakin had watched the security tapes over and over and over again. Many times. He had quickly after that switched over to another form. Anakin had watched as he weighed the pros and cons of each one before finally settling on Soresu, the defensive form. Anakin had asked him why once. He was so good at Aratu, even others had told him that. Obi-Wan had always just looked sad when it was brought up.
“There are so many holes in Aratu, nothing for defense,” he had said.
Anakin hadn’t completely understood it at the time. Of course, he had been ten at the time, so he didn’t really understand much but over time, he did sort of get it. Obi-Wan was haunted by the death of his master, his inability to protect him, although, looking over so many of the tapes so many times, Anakin knew there was nothing he could have done, even if Obi-Wan had been using Soresu during that period. He was trapped behind a barrier, alone.
Sometimes he wondered who was left alone. Had Obi-Wan just not been fast enough? Or had Qui-Gon just ran ahead, recklessly without heed?
Obi-Wan, turned out, was amazing at Soresu, and his demeanor shifted to accommodate that. He was patient and enduring. A good defensive form in contrast to Anakin’s own, more aggressive Shien form.
Soresu was built on defensive blocks and impenetrable shields, which Obi-Wan used to the fullest. It was possibly the most perfect fit for wartime, this wartime, especially against the blaster bolts they were constantly up against, as it was used to deflect and redirect attacks. It didn’t rely on raw power like some of the other forms, raw power that Anakin knew he himself had and Obi-Wan rather lacked.
But that did not make Obi-Wan any less dangerous.
But this…it was still Soresu, the one he was using now, was still identifiable, still the form, still a dance, still an impenetrable shield of defensive blocks…but there was something different about the way he moved. Technical. Mechanical. Something Anakin had never seen before
Soresu often times was criticized because of its lack of offensive attacks and strokes. What good was a defense if you could not defeat your enemy, only block them?
Anakin had thought that once. But he had seen Obi-Wan use that defense to defeat many enemies, including himself.
But this, what Obi-Wan was doing now, even though it was still Soresu, as Anakin could tell, but something was added. Something more raw and powerful, a bit more force behind actual blows that could take instead of just defend. It was Soresu but something was added, something Anakin had not really seen.
What had Obi-Wan done in the future?
He was further, just slightly out of sync with Anakin, a step forward. Was this a sign? Was he being left in the past? Had he lost Obi-Wan forever?
Obi-Wan had never been particularly cruel, sometimes even lacking efficiency in exchange for chance, for mercy and compassion. It had paid off on more than one occasion, even Anakin could admit that, as much as he wanted to just take people down. But that was not the case here. The Soresu master was a whirlwind – giving each of the slaver crew one chance and one chance only – if even that – to surrender and lay down arms. Of course, more often than not, they didn’t. Obi-Wan did not keep giving chances. He did not go out to kill either, Anakin could not imagine his old master doing that, but several slavers lost appendages and others incapacitated by other means. Some would not survive their wounds. Anakin found he didn’t mind.
Obi-Wan hadn’t even paused as he went through the halls, making a straight path to the bridge, where certainly the captain and his closest crew were holed up. They didn’t stand a chance. He barely gave Anakin time to redirect the power in the door to make it open before he went to strike his saber right through it. But when the door did open, he strode in, completely in charge, with a posture to match. There was an air of unyielding, of no chance at all. He did not care what they wanted, and he was not here to negotiate. He was here to take.
“Hello there,” he greeted, although his voice was hard and his tone rather bored with the entire scenario. The captain and a few others just stared, their hands on their weapons, pointed at them. Anakin smirked. “I am General Kenobi, and I am here to take over your ship and relieve you. You of the slaves.”
The captain tried to fight him. He charged and Anakin was all ready to fight back; with his saber at the ready to defend Obi-Wan and take the being down. But Obi-Wan put a gentle hand on his arm before spinning his saber, almost lazily. Anakin barely even saw it move. The captain was on the ground then, crumpled on the floor. Unconscious or dead, Anakin didn’t know. It didn’t matter.
“We must move quickly if we are to keep with the ship’s schedule,” he said and stepped over the slaver, away from him. The rest of the crew had surrendered, staring at their employer with such wide eyes, one might have thought they were no longer inhabiting their bodies. Anakin snarled at the slaver on the ground but bounced after his former master with renewed interest.
The cargo bay had quite a number of slaves in it, spreading several species and people. It was not a large ship by any means. It wasn’t as though Anakin had seen many ships, particularly, that were crowded with slaves, but there was a good dozen or two huddled together. They were cowering and kept to the walls, away from them, many chained to the walls. Obi-Wan just glanced at him, eyes soft and sympathetic and dragging him out to walk into the middle, with a translator droid hot on their heels, before tugging down for him to sit down with him. Anakin followed what he was doing.
Their level. Smaller, less threat. Taking off weapons and setting them away. Within sight of them so they could see. Everything laid bare, just like them.
“Frightened and scared beings act fairly universal,” Obi-Wan hummed under his breath, sad and tired.
He took a breath and told the droid to translate for any of the slaves who did not speak basic.
“My name is jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and we are here to help you,” he started, his voice gentle and kind, but loud enough for those who knew the language to hear it. Beside him, the droid called out in another language that Anakin wasn’t entirely sure he knew. “In a few minutes, you can be taken aboard a Republic cruiser, where your chips and collars will be deactivated and removed. You may eat and rest and will be given clothes. Troopers will come around to ask what you would like to do moving forward,” he gave a pause, allowing the droid to translate the passage. The slaves look tentative. “You may accompany my troopers to Coruscant where you will stay at the Jedi Temple until you can start new lives where you would like, contact families and home worlds if you have them or find a new place to settle.”
Anakin just stared at his master, silently. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting really. Was this it? Was this not? His head was swimming.
“Over there is Sergeant Barlex,” Obi-Wan said, gesturing beside him as he continued and the droid relayed the words, even pointing over to the clone as well. Anakin looked up and sure enough, several clone troopers stood by him, none of which had their weapons on them at the moment. He made a gesture, and the troopers removed their helmets, revealing their generally identical faces. Anakin stared at them, reaching out, as if he could just memorize them right here and right now. These were some of the troopers that Obi-Wan cared for, that he trusted and loved. Anakin should trust them too, at the very least. Because he did, to some extent, have to. Trust them with Obi-Wan’s life, especially when he was not around. “He and troopers Gearshift, Crys and Threepwood will be assisting you.”
Carefully and slowly, Anakin stood up and he walked over to one of the slaves, kneeling down in front of them, keeping his hands where they could see him and telegraphed his movements. He gave them some bread that he tucked away in his robe and handed out pieces for them to share. “There is plenty more where that came from,” he promised. He wasn’t entirely sure if they could understand his words, but they seemed to get his meaning.
“Please do be kind to them, Sergeant,” he heard Obi-Wan’s voice behind him.
“Of course, sir,” the trooper replied, curtly, but his voice was surprisingly understanding, and kind, despite the gruffness of it. “Keep yourself alive. And bring our kid back home, would you?”
Our kid? Anakin hadn’t known that some of the 212th troopers already knew Luke. Already knew him enough to like him, to be a bit rather protective. Was it that easy and simple to bond with them? Could Anakin have that with even Obi-Wan’s troops so effortlessly?
Obi-Wan nearly laughed. “Of course, sergeant. You quite like him, don’t you?”
Barlex shrugged as Anakin made his way back over to them, upon giving several slaves a few things of bread. He had kind of stuffed his pockets and robes and sleeves with them. Water wouldn’t have kept in the battle or a fight, but food was the next best thing. “He’s a good kid. Strong head on his shoulders. Calm, determined. Not a great listened, sneaking off with Lieutenant Waxer’s platoon but, well, it seems to run in the family.” He almost even sounded amused. That didn’t seem normal for the trooper from what he could tell.
Anakin’s former master snorted. “Ah, you have no idea, Sergeant,” he chuckled.
“We’ve got this, sir,” another trooped nodded next to him. “We will get all the people off the ship pronto so you and the others can move on schedule.”
Another nod. “Thank you, Threepwood.”
“Gearshift is rounding up the crew, preparing for departure.”
“Departure?” Anakin asked, curiously.
“Since we cannot technically free slaves and take down slavers due to the Chancellor’s emergency powers,” Obi-Wan growled, more than just a bit bitter. Anakin continued to be mildly surprised. He wondered why that was. “We will…ahem…convince and persuade them to abandon the people and scatter.”
“We cannot arrest them?” Anakin hissed.
“The Chancellor says he does not want to strain relationships with the Hutts and other powerful entities,” Quinlan Vos snorted as he and Anakin’s padawan walked up and united with them. She was practically bouncing, her eyes fiery with justice and a readiness to battle. “So, he’s been easy on their…employees and their occupation of choice.”
Anakin swallowed. That…could not be right.
That could not be right. No way that…
His thoughts were interrupted by Obi-Wan’s next words, his voice growing loud, as if he was trying to drown out Anakin’s thoughts. “Are there any other beings or things aboard that need to be moved?”
Anakin was technically paying attention, but his eyes were on the slaves that were gently being led by the troopers, sans their weapons, off the ship and towards the larger vessels. Someone had landed the Negotiator already, so the people were being led straight into the docking bay, away from the horrid place that was once a slave ship.
One of the troopers did have his weapon, but he was rounding up those that were obviously slavers and masters. Anakin stared at him for a long moment. The gear tattoo on him was interesting in some mundane, distracting way. It almost looked like was moving, like real gears.
“A few animals,” Ahsoka replied, easily. “Not any big ones, but a few small ones. Generally friendly.”
“Probably used as pets,” Obi-Wan mused. “Commander, can you get one of the boys to start hauling any living thing off as well? I don’t want to have to worry about any of them when we move on.”
Anakin imagined the trooper nodded but he was watching everything else instead.
“Anakin?”
He startled and turned around. Everyone was staring at him. “Huh?”
“I called your name a couple of times. Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked, still hesitant, but no less worried.
He frowned. “I can handle myself.”
“That is not in question,” his former master cleared his throat as he spoke carefully, like he wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it. It almost made Anakin scowl because Obi-Wan had never been this uncertain about and around him before. It was incredibly frustrating. “But I know this situation is difficult for you and that is completely understandable. It is not a question of your ability, dear one.”
Anakin nearly melted right then and there. Obi-Wan froze, only for a brief second, as though he hadn’t realized he had said the sweet endearment. Had it been such a while since Obi-Wan had called him that? For him, he supposed, it had been fifteen years. For Anakin…had it been long? Why did he stop? Did he stop at all or did Anakin just stop paying attention?
“Anakin?”
He blinked. “Sorry, what?”
“Are you sure you want to go to Zygerria?”
“I went the last time, didn’t I?”
Obi-Wan hesitated and glanced away briefly before looking back straight at him. He looked so concerned. Was he worried that Anakin would fall apart right then and there? When Obi-Wan needed him in the heat of the middle of the mission? He wouldn’t, of course, and Obi-wan’s lack of faith disturbed him more than he cared to admit. Anakin wondered what had happened last time; if he had let Obi-Wan down in such a way. “Yes,” he replied, cautious and slow. “And suffice to say, it did not particularly end well on any notion of the time.”
“What happened?”
The older man swallowed and glanced at Master Vos. Anakin huffed. Of course, he knew. “Did you tell Master Vos?”
“No,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “He just knows me. We have been friends for quite some time, if you recall.” Oh, he could. “And aside from rescuing the colonists of Kiros, the mission before did not go particularly well. It was different than what we are doing now of course, but no one was put in a good position, least of all you.”
He wanted to bristle. He really did, but the look on Obi-Wan’s face made him stop. Something had changed. Maybe it was the look on his face or maybe it was the way Anakin was seeing that look on his face. Like, something he hadn’t quite noticed before. It was as if he could see what Luke was talking about. The grief, the infinite sadness. Had Anakin put that on him? It wasn’t pity, but rather empathy, of kindness and just wanting better for him, not about him.
Obi-Wan didn’t mean anything poorly by it, Anakin thought to himself and for some reason, that realization just floored him. He was just trying to protect him. Even if he didn’t want him to, even if Anakin could protect himself, Obi-Wan continued to do so. Was it really because Obi-Wan didn’t think he could do it himself, that he didn’t have the faith in Anakin’s abilities? Or was he just so used to it that it was just second nature. Obi-Wan had spent over ten years protecting him, teaching him. He supposed that wasn’t something he could just turn off. But then again, after all, wasn’t Anakin trying to do the same thing, all the time.
“I’ll be okay,” he vowed, walking back over to them and taking his place at Obi-Wan’s side before anyone else could snatch it from him, shooting a bit of a glare at Master Vos and the other troopers, pointedly trying to avoid Ahsoka so she would not see it. “And if I’m not, I will tell you.”
That surprised his former master, but his expression was quickly washed away by calm and pleasant gratitude. “Alright, I believe you.”
Anakin swallowed. He would not lie to Obi-Wan.
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current project
Star Wars Nicknames series [so many more parts]
Cody/Obi-Wan scene - posted: "Even If Only for Tonight"
organizing all scenes so that they make basic chronological sense
figuring out how to make these makes sense in A03
A-Squad rescue - posted: "Couldn't Have Done Much Better"
Gregor/Obi-Wan - posted: "A Very Vigorous Workout"
Trapper/Obi-Wan - posted: "I Have Plans for You"
Vonty/Obi-Wan - posted: "A Quick Christening of the Lucky Jedi"
Crys/Obi-Wan - posted: "So I Would Be Special to You"
Family bonding - posted: "Of Assorted Events in Which Familial Bonds Are Strengthened"
Boil/Waxer/Obi-Wan - posted: "Both Have a Go"
Honey/Obi-Wan - posted: "A Delicate Balance"
Gearshift/Obi-Wan scene - posted: "A Bit of Privacy"
Table/Obi-Wan/Cody scene - posted: "Out of Regs"
Longshot/Obi-Wan - posted: "(Not So) Gentle in the Sunlight"
Imi/Iro/Ite/Obi-Wan - posted: "We Like Taking Care of You"
Threepwood/Obi-Wan - posted: "Better Than a Dream"
Barlex/Obi-Wan - posted: "Wild and Savage, Frantic and Tender"
Eyeball/Obi-Wan - posted: "The Skill of His Hands"
Dooku reveals all - posted: "Bring All This to the Light"
Peace! - posted "Peace Talks, Quarrels, Insults, and Assassination Attempts"
Overtopp/Obi-Wan - posted: "Hurry and Admire"
rescuing POW troopers - posted: "Rescued, One and For All"
time to sleep - posted: "Lay Down Your Sweet and Weary Head"
Kamino - posted: All of Us, Everyone
Wooley/Obi-Wan - revising
Snapper/Obi-Wan - revising
Cale/Reed/Obi-Wan - revising
Obi-Wan & Dooku - revising
Obi-Wan, Anakin, & Rex - revising
Senior clone officers - revising
Obi-Wan, Busy, & Truff - revising
getting a new ship - rough drafting
Hey, if there's a pairing/scene/kinks you would be interested in reading, reply to this or however Tumblr works now. Bear in mind, I'm pretty mild vanilla. <3,
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1139
1151
16
17
23
35
35 (Excelsior Company)
36
6/298
99
A'den
A'den Skirata
Able
Able-472
Ace
Ace (ARC trooper)
Aeon
Alpha-17
Alpha 332
Alpha 662
Alpha 989
Amp
Ando
Appo
Archer
Arkat
Atin Skirata
Attie
Aven
Axe
Ayar
Bacara
Bammer
Banks
Baris
Barlex
Barr
Barrage
Basher
Bek
Bel
Bellow
Bellows
Beta 030
Beta 963
Big-Mouth
Blackout
Blasty
Blitz
Blue Leader
Blue Six
Blunt
Bly
Boba Fett
Bogey 1212
Bogey 3856
Bogey 4409
Bogey 5632
Bogey 9662
Boil
Bolt
Boomer
Boost
Boro
Boss
Bouncer
Bow
Bravo 4
Breaker
Breaker (Breakout Squad)
Bren
Broadside
Brolis
Bry
Burner
Buzz
Byl
Cale
Cameron
Can
Cannon
Cards
Carg
CC-01/425
CC-4816
Chainly
Chaos
Charger
Charlie
Chatter
Chatter (radio communications)
Chatterbox
Checkers
Chi 178
Chi 987
Chopper
CL-33/890
Clanky
Climber
Close-Shave
Clutch
Cody
Colt
Comet
Comet (ARC trooper)
Connor Freeman's father
Contrail
Cooker
Coric
Corr
Corvis
Cov
CR57
Crag
Crane
Crasher
Crazy Legs
CRC-09/571
Crest
Crosshair
Crys
CT-014/783
CT-1008
CT-1103
CT-1226
CT-1312
CT-1405
CT-1410
CT-1477
CT-1507
CT-1509
CT-1710
CT-1807
CT-1977
CT-2005
CT-2006
CT-2110
CT-2312
CT-2504
CT-2602
CT-2711
CT-27-3555
CT-2805
CT-282-SD00001-983725138
CT-2901
CT-2911
CT-307
CT-327
CT-3423
CT-3632
CT-3636
CT-4/163
CT-4/619
CT-43/002
CT-5/373
CT-5/501
CT-57/11-9048
CT-66-3232
CT-66-3233
CT-66-3238
CT-66-3339
CT-802
CT-8770
CT-8863
CT-8867
CT-8868
CT-8869
CT-8910
CT-914
CT-915
CT-9779
CT-9/85
CT-9932
Cut
Cutter
Cutup
Dandy
Darman Skirata
Dash-1044
Dash-1129
Davijaan
DD
Deadeye
Dec
Del
Delta 23
Delta 32
Delta-42
Delta 607
Delta 855
Denal
Derel
Dev
Deviss
Dice
Digger
Di'kut
Ding
Dogma
Doom
Dom
Dov
Dox
Draa
Drak
Drayk
Droidbait
Dropkick
DV-523
Dyre
Echo
Edge
Engle
Ennen
Epsilon 234
Epsilon 497
Epsilon 905
Evader
Eyeball
Faie
Falco
Fi (clone trooper)
Fil
Fil (clone trooper)
Fireball
Fi Skirata
Five-Seven
Fives
Fixer (clone commando)
Fixer (cold assault trooper)
Flak
Flanker
Flash
Flashpoint
Flybane
Flyby
Fordo
Forr
Forry
Four-Nine
Four-One
Fox
Fox (Order 66)
Freedom
Frost
Fury
Fyn
Gaffa
Galle
Gamma 022
Gamma 264
Gamma 785
Gamma 789
Gamma 935
Gamma Five
Gamma Four
Gamma One
Gamma Three
Gamma Two
Ganch
Gar'ika
Gearshift
Gearshift's comrade
Ged
Gett
Getter
Ghost
Glitch
Goji
Gold Leader (Anaxes)
Gold Leader (Muunilinst)
Gold Two (Muunilinst)
Gree
Green
Green Leader
Green Wizard
Gregor
Grey
Gunner
Gus
Guts
Hamm
Hammer
Hardcase
Hardcase's Kamino commander
Hash
Havoc (ARC trooper)
Havoc (clone trooper)
Hawk
Hawk (Kamino)
Hawkeye
Heater
Herc
Hevy
Hez
Hil
Hunter
HOB-147
Hock Malsuum
Horns
Hotshot
Hound
Husk
Inc
Ince
Ion Team's comlink specialist
Iota 432
Jag (Jai'galaar)
Jaing Skirata
Jangotat
Jark
Jax
Jay
Jayk
Jek
Jek-14
Jenks
Jesse
Jester
Jester (ARC trooper)
Jet
Jez
Jind
Jinx
Joc
Joker
Jorir
Justice
Kaddak
Kagi
Kano
Kappa 429
Kappa 473
Kappa 773
Kaylon
KE-829
Keeli
Kef
Keller
Kickback
Kicker
Killer
King
Kite
Kix
Klick
Knuckles
Knuckles (182nd Legion)
Koho
Kom'rk Skirata
Korbel
Kosmos
Kupe
Lassar
Law
Levet
Lex
Lio
Lock
Lock (Breakout Squad)
Longshot
Lost Prophet
Lucky
Lunn
Mad Clone of Kaikielius
Mack
Mag
Mapper
Marrt
Mar'ek
Matchstick
Maze
Menace
Mereel Skirata
Mixer
Mixx
Mojo
Monnk
Mort
Mortar
Moz
Mu 262
Muzzle
Nax
Neyo
Nilo
Niner (Vassek moon)
Niner Skirata
No-Nines
NT-311
Nu 783
Nub
Nye
O'Niner
O-Four
Oake
Olun
Omega 370
Omikron 621
Ordo Skirata
Orion
Ox
Oz
Parsec
Patch
Patches
Peel
Phi 022
Phi 854
Pi 610
Ponds
Prudii Skirata
Psi 487
Pulsar
Punch
Quo
Racetrack
Racket
Rafe
Rain
Ram
Ras
Rattle
Razor
RC-0079
RC-0155
RC-0451
RC-0473
RC-0476
RC-1066
RC-1080
RC-1415
RC-1927
RC-2020
RC-3423
RC-5093
RC-7305
RC-7770
Recon
Red
Red (Kamino)
Rede
Redeye
Red Leader
Reed
Remo
Remy
Retired clone trooper
Rex
Rho 106
Rho 557
Rho 571
Rho 773
Ridge
Ringo
Rod
Rogue assassin
Ronto
Rookie
Ross
Rys
Salvo
Sandcat
Sarge
Sarge (commando)
Sarlacc-Face
Sconto's father
Scope
Scorch
Scraps
Scythe
Scythe (ARC trooper)
Seefor
Seeker
Sev
Sev (Lambda Squad)
Seven-Four
Sev's ARC Trooper
Shadow Five
Shadow Four
Shadow Seven
Shadow Six
Shadow Ten
Shadow Three
Shadow Three (Kadavo)
Shadow Twelve
Shadow Twelve's gunner
Sharp
Sharp (Devil Dogs)
Shiv
Shock
Shooter
Sicko
Silver
Sinker
Sirty
Six-ten
Skifter
Sketch
Slammer
Slick
Slim
Slug
Soot
Spade
Spanner
Spar
Spark
Spitter
Splice
Sprint
Spots
Squawk
Stak
Stance
Stec
Sten
Sterling
Stinger
Stoker
Stone
Striker
Stripe
Styles
Sull
Swift
Switch
Swoop
Syke
Sync
Tacks
Tag
Taler
Tam
Tarvyn Lareka
Tau 378
Tau 616
Tau 753
Tavo
Tech
Tel
Tenn
Theta 198
Theta 269
Theta 687
Thill
Thire
Thorn
Three-Five
Threepwood
Throttle
TK-119
TK-3388
TK-421
TK-422
TK-622
TK-875
TK-9091
Tojo
Toomer
Tooth
Torrent
Torrent Four
Trace
Tracer
Tracker
Tranquility clone trooper captain
Tranter
Trantos
Trap
Trapper
Trauma
Trench (Gamma-383)
Treve
Trigger
Troy
Trueblood
Tucker
Tup
Turbo
Twelve
Twitch
Two-Eight
Tyto
Tyto (Bacta Company)
Unidentified 13th Battalion clone commander
Unidentified 187th Legion Clone Commander
Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper
Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper 2
Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper 3
Unidentified 187th Legion marine
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion Trooper (Umbara)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper (Utapau)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 1(Umbara)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 1 (Yerbana)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 2 (Umbara)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 2 (Yerbana)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 3 (Umbara)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper captain (Bandomeer)
Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper sergeant (Ryloth)
Unidentified 35th Infantry clone trooper (Gaftikar)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 3 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 4 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 5 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 6 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 7 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone medical officer 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone medical officer 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Coronet)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (E-web)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Yerbana)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Jedi Temple)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Yoda's saber throw)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 1 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 2 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 3 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 4 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 5 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 6 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 7 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 8 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 9 (Umbara)
Unidentified 501st Legion guard 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion guard 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion heavy weapons specialist 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion heavy weapons specialist 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper sergeant
Unidentified 501st stormtrooper (first casualty)
Unidentified 501st stormtrooper 2
Unidentified 612th Attack Battalion clone trooper
Unidentified 91st clone trooper (Anaxes)
Unidentified 91st clone trooper 2 (Anaxes)
Unidentified 91st clone trooper lieutenant
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando (Aridka)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando (intelligence officer)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando 1 (Kamino)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando 2 (Kamino)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando captain (Nadiem)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando commander (Aridka)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando commander (Nadiem)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando heavy gunner
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 1 (Hypori)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 1 (Muunilinst)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 2 (Hypori)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 2 (Muunilinst)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando pilot
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force commando 2
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Devaron)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Kamino)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Ryloth)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Umbara)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Devaron)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Kamino)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Umbara)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 3 (Kamino)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 3 (Umbara)
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper commander
Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper lieutenant
Unidentified air group commander
Unidentified Alpha Squad clone trooper
Unidentified ARC trooper
Unidentified ARC trooper commander
Unidentified Blue Squad commando 1
Unidentified Blue Squad commando 2
Unidentified Blue Squad commando 3
Unidentified Blue Squad sergeant
Unidentified Bogey Squad BARC trooper
Unidentified Captain of the Royal Guard
Unidentified clone (cremation center)
Unidentified clone (morgue)
Unidentified clone 2 (cremation center)
Unidentified clone 2 (morgue)
Unidentified clone 3 (cremation center)
Unidentified clone cadet
Unidentified clone cadet 2
Unidentified clone cadet 3
Unidentified clone cadet 4
Unidentified clone cadet 5
Unidentified clone chief medic
Unidentified clone commando (Arca barracks)
Unidentified clone commando 1 (H.O.P.E.)
Unidentified clone commando 2 (H.O.P.E.)
Unidentified clone commando 3 (H.O.P.E.)
Unidentified clone commando 1 (Theta Squadron)
Unidentified clone commando 2 (Theta Squadron)
Unidentified clone commando 3 (Theta Squadron)
Unidentified clone commando 4 (Theta Squadron)
Unidentified clone commando captain (Theta Squadron)
Unidentified clone commando pilot
Unidentified clone commando sergeant (H.O.P.E.)
Unidentified clone commando sniper
Unidentified clone commando weapons specialist
Unidentified clone engineer 1 (Twilight)
Unidentified clone escort trooper (Coruscant)
Unidentified clone medical officer
Unidentified clone medical officer (501st Legion medical bay)
Unidentified clone naval captain (Tranquility)
Unidentified clone naval commander (Resolute)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Anza)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Battle of the Kaliida Nebula)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Citadel)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Endurance)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Kamino)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Negotiator)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Patitite Pattuna)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Quell)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Ryloth)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Ryndellia)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Sanctuary III)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Sullust)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Ukio)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Valor)
Unidentified clone naval officer (Venator-class Star Destroyer)
Unidentified clone naval officer 1 (Saleucami)
Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Anza)
Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Citadel)
Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Negotiator)
Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Ryndellia)
Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Saleucami)
Unidentified clone paratrooper (212th Attack Battalion)
Unidentified clone scout trooper (Umbara)
Unidentified clone SCUBA commander
Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper (First Battle)
Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper (Second Battle)
Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper 2 (First Battle)
Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper 2 (Second Battle)
Unidentified clone sergeant (Amidala's transmission)
Unidentified clone sergeant (New Dawn)
Unidentified clone shock trooper (docks)
Unidentified clone stormtrooper
Unidentified clone stormtrooper gunner
Unidentified clone scout trooper (Kashyyyk)
Unidentified clone tank gunner (Bothawui)
Unidentified clone tank gunner (Felucia)
Unidentified clone tank gunner (Geonosis)
Unidentified clone tank gunner (Saleucami)
Unidentified clone trooper
Unidentified clone trooper (79's)
Unidentified clone trooper (Amedda's bodyguard)
Unidentified clone trooper (Anza)
Unidentified clone trooper (arm wrestle)
Unidentified clone trooper (Asuin)
Unidentified clone trooper (Brentaal IV)
Unidentified clone trooper (Brighthome)
Unidentified clone trooper (Christophsis)
Unidentified clone trooper (Citadel)
Unidentified clone trooper (commando cross-training)
Unidentified clone trooper (Endor)
Unidentified clone trooper (Endurance)
Unidentified clone trooper (Florrum)
Unidentified clone trooper (Geonosian kill)
Unidentified clone trooper (Geonosis)
Unidentified clone trooper (Gwori)
Unidentified clone trooper (Hailfire droid victim)
Unidentified clone trooper (Honoghr)
Unidentified clone trooper (Kaliida Shoals)
Unidentified clone trooper (Kamino)
Unidentified clone trooper (Kiros)
Unidentified clone trooper (Negotiator)
Unidentified clone trooper (Nelvaan)
Unidentified clone trooper (Oznek)
Unidentified clone trooper (Prosecutor torpedo bay)
Unidentified clone trooper (Resolute)
Unidentified clone trooper (Saleucami)
Unidentified clone trooper (Second Battle of Geonosis)
Unidentified clone trooper (TB-73)
Unidentified clone trooper (Third Battle of Kamino)
Unidentified clone trooper (Timira City)
Unidentified clone trooper (Tranquility)
Unidentified clone trooper (Triumphant)
Unidentified clone trooper (Twilight)
Unidentified clone trooper (Vassek moon)
Unidentified clone trooper (Ventress victim)
Unidentified clone trooper (video call)
Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Citadel)
Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Drongar)
Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Hadde Base)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Citadel)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Florrum)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Geonosis)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Gwori)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Hadde Base)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Kamino)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Kiros)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Prosecutor)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Ryloth)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Saleucami)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Vassek moon)
Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Triumphant)
Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Citadel)
Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Kamino)
Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Kiros)
Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Vassek moon)
Unidentified clone trooper 4 (Citadel)
Unidentified clone trooper captain
Unidentified clone trooper captain (Bandomeer)
Unidentified clone trooper captain (besieged moon)
Unidentified clone trooper captain (Bogden 3)
Unidentified clone trooper captain (Hoth)
Unidentified clone trooper captain (Hunter Squad)
Unidentified clone trooper captain (Tranquility)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (bank)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Chrisophsis)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Gyndine moon)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Hitaka)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Hypermatter refinery)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Impavid)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Jedi Temple)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Malastare)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Separatist factory)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Unidentified planet)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Viidaav)
Unidentified clone trooper commander (Zeffo)
Unidentified clone trooper gunner (14th Infantry)
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (501st Legion)
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Medica)
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Pols Anaxes camp)
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Sarrish)
Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant pilot
Unidentified clone trooper medic (Shinarcan Bridge)
Unidentified clone trooper officer
Unidentified clone trooper pilot
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (14th Infantry)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Bothawui)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Florrum)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Geonosis)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Kadavo)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Malastare)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Mandalore)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Rodia)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Vanqor)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Yerbana)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Consular-class cruiser)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Quell)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Bothawui)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Consular-class cruiser)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Quell)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Rodia)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 3 (Bothaqui)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Obi-Wan Kenobi's fleet)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 3 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 4 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 5 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 6 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot 7 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot captain (Second Battle of Geonosis)
Unidentified clone trooper pilot captain (Tranquility)
Unidentified clone trooper scout
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (14th Infantry)
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (501st Legion)
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Coruscant patrol)
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Malastare)
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Timira City)
Unidentified clone trooper sergeant medic
Unidentified commander (Christophsis rescue mission)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (camera monitor)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Chancellor's Office)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (guard platform)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Naboo)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (prison balcony)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (prison entrance)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Tano's escape)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Ziro's escort)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 1 (prison corridor)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 1 (prison riot)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 2 (prison corridor)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 2 (prison riot)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 3 (prison riot)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard 4 (prison riot)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard heavy weapons specialist 1 (Scipio)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard heavy weapons specialist 2 (Scipio)
Unidentified Coruscant Guard sergeant
Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper (plasma welder)
Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified Doom's Unit heavy weapons specialist 1 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified Doom's Unit heavy weapons specialist 2 (Ringo Vinda)
Unidentified Green Company Clone Commander
Unidentified Green Company trooper
Unidentified Horn Company trooper
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 1
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 2
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 3
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 1
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 2
Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 3
Unidentified Juma-9 Squad clone trooper
Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 1
Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 2
Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 3
Unidentified Kamino Security Team officer
Unidentified Keeli's Company clone trooper 1
Unidentified Keeli's Company clone trooper 2
Unidentified Lightning Squadron trooper (Ryloth)
Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 1
Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 2
Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 3
Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 4
Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 1
Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 2
Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 3
Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 4
Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 5
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 3 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 4 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 5 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 6 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 7 (79's)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (arm wrestle)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (arm wrestle)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (Toast)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (Toast)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 3 (Toast)
Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 4 (Toast)
Unidentified Rancor Battalion clone trooper (Kamino)
Unidentified Rancor Battalion heavy weapons specialist (Kamino)
Unidentified Rancor Battalion heavy weapons specialist 2 (Kamino)
Unidentified Republic Navy captain
Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Kamino)
Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Ryloth)
Unidentified Resolute naval officer (of Sullust)
Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Kaliida Nebula)
Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Pre-Kamino)
Unidentified rookie clone trooper
Unidentified Shadow Squadron gunner
Unidentified Shadow Squadron pilot
Unidentified shock trooper 1 (79's)
Unidentified shock trooper 2 (79's)
Unidentified shock trooper 3 (79's)
Unidentified shock trooper 4 (79's)
Unidentified shock trooper 5 (79's)
Unidentified shock trooper (Scipio)
Unidentified shock trooper 2 (Scipio)
Unidentified stealth pilot
Unidentified Theta Squadron captain
Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 1
Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 2
Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 3
Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 4
Unidentified Torrent Company trooper (Biitu)
Unidentified Torrent Company trooper (Teth)
Unidentified Torrent Company trooper 2 (Teth)
Unidentified Triton Squad Advanced Recon Commando
Unidentified Triton Squad clone commando lieutenant
Unidentified Triton Squad clone stormtrooper
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 2
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 3
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 4
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 5
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 6
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 7
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 8
Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 9
Unidentified V-19 Torrent starfighter pilot
Unidentified Wolfpack clone communications officer (Malastare)
Upsilon 168
Upsilon 733
Upsilon 941
Vaize
Valiant
Vargus
Vaughn
Ven (Kothlis)
Ven (Qiilura)
Vere
Vill
Vin
Voca
Warthog
Wave
Waxer
Whiplash
Wildfire
Wingnut
Wolffe
Wooley
Wrecker
Wrench
X1
X2
Xi 778
Xi 999
Xoni
Xutoo
Yellow Five
Yellow Leader
Yover
Zag
Zak
Zap
Zeer
Zeke
Zeta
Zeta 654
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kartaylirnaak · 9 months
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Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: 212th Attack Battalion/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ghost Company Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wooley (Star Wars), CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Clone Trooper Trapper (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Longshot (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Gearshift (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Crys (Star Wars), CC-2237 | Davijaan | Odd Ball, Clone Trooper Barlex (Star Wars), Threepwood (Star Wars), Original Clone Character(s), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Ghost Company Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)
Additional Tags: Lingerie, Chatting & Messaging, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant CC-2224 | Cody, Top CC-2224 | Cody, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bondage, Dom/sub, Not Beta Read, SubObi Week 2023, chat fic, Aftercare, Crack?, It's certainly ridiculous
Summary:
Obi-Wan is buying some new lingerie and the 212th gets to choose.
Cue much bickering.
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shamrock96 · 5 years
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Trooper Tribute
Tribute to Boil
"Boil" was the nickname of a clone trooper who served in Ghost Company, part of the Grand Army of the Republic, during the Clone Wars. On the planet Ryloth, Boil joined his men, led by Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, to liberate the Twi'lek slaves. Serving alongside fellow trooper Waxer, the two discovered the young orphaned Twi'lek child Numa, who led them to free the slaves.[2]Later, Boil joined Waxer once again when they were sent to rescue Obi-Wan Kenobi and clone trooper Trapper after their Republic gunship was shot down during the Second Battle of Geonosis.[4]Serving with the 212th Attack Battalion during the war, Boil later joined his fellow allies once again on the planet Kiros.[5]Near the end of the war, Boil joined clone troopers Threepwood and Tracker as they accompanied Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker in a search for Quinlan Vos, Count Dooku, and Asajj Ventress on the planet Christophsis. After inspecting the crash site of the fugitives' shipBanshee, the clones and Jedi determined that the fugitives were still alive but at least one of them was wounded. Shortly after, they attacked the Separatist base on the planet.[6]Years later, Numa, now a resistance fighter under the Free Ryloth movement, had a piece of armor on her left arm with the word "Boil" written in Aurebesh.
Star Wars: The Clone Wars – "Innocents of Ryloth" (First appearance)
Star Wars: The Clone Wars – "Liberty on Ryloth" (Appears in flashback(s))
Star Wars: The Clone Wars – "Landing at Point Rain"
Star Wars: The Clone Wars – "Senate Murders" (Appears in flashback(s))
Star Wars: The Clone Wars – "Kidnapped"
Dark Disciple
Star Wars Rebels – "Homecoming" (Mentioned only in writing)
Star Wars Rebels – "Hera's Heroes" (Mentioned only in writing)
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Okay since I'm already talking about Commander Gree, here's a sneak peek from part 2 of Bitter Revelations, in which Cody is trying to give his report to Thrawn while doing his best to ignore Gree's helmet.
Snippet below the cut, please be warned this is absolutely first draft material and has not been edited at all so read at your own risk~
Like all Chiss, the Grand Admiral had piercing red eyes. They observed Cody with a cool, calculated intelligence as he gave his report. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Thrawn’s gaze, so instead he stared at the wall directly behind the Grand Admiral’s shoulder. He refused to look anywhere else, drilled it into his head that he was not to look away from the safety of the wall. Not at Thrawn, and certainly not at the familiar helmet on display beside him.
That was easier said than done. Cody had recognized the helmet from the moment he and Threepwood had stepped into Thrawn’s office. There had only ever been one trooper with that particular green design on their helmet. A trooper who had been dead for over a decade. Even more importantly, a brother with a unique helmet that deserved better than being mounted on some wall.
Gree.
Like Wolffe, Commander Gree had been one of Cody’s batchmates. He hadn’t been as close with Gree as he had been with Wolffe or Bly, as Gree had preferred the company of holobooks to that of his brothers. But the bond between batchmates was different, something that couldn’t be replicated with just any other clone.
Gree had died on Kashyyyk only a few moments after Order 66 had gone out. One swipe of General Yoda’s lightsaber had separated his batchmate’s head from his body. Cody wondered if the helmet on Thrawn’s wall was scorched. If the rim had been seared when the General had run his saber between it and Gree’s neck.
Gree had promised to meet up with Cody and the rest of their still living batch the next time he was on Coruscant. He swore they would have a drink, to catch up on the time that had been stolen from them by the war. They never got the chance.
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501st-verified · 4 years
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Denal could out-hack you I bet
*gasp* I’m sending a team after you. ~Threepwood
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501st-verified · 4 years
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If you so much as kriffing lay a finger on hard case you'll be droid bait, you hear me?
Actually no, I cannot hear you. But I read what you sent and fully dismiss it. ~Threepwood
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