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Chaotic Mischief (A Star Wars Oneshot)

Warning: Fluff, Clone Humor, little bit of flirting (tiny bit of Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Words: 4.7k

The Build Up!

Mischief wasn't uncommon among clones, especially the Shinnies and the troopers whom had been freely allowed to become individuals. 79's during the downtime was where the ideas of mischief were thrown around. Sometimes they were as simple as pulling pranks on some poor unsuspecting soul. Other times it was far more risky, such as daring a Shinny to obtain the helmet of a superior. Something that was far harder to do than the troopers believed. Chaos was always sure to happen when the 501st were back on Coruscant, Fives and Echo were normally the ones behind it, although Jesse, Kix and Tup had also helped on occasions, Hardcase too when he wasn't too busy flirting with one of the many beautiful patrons.

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On the odd occasion when Rex was reunited with Cody, Thorn, Gregor, Wolffe and Howzer, things could really get interesting. The last time the six were together, a game of truth or dare happened. To say there were more dares than truths being told, was the understatement. Cody had told so many stories about Obi-Wan, the others joked about him being the inaugural member of the Obi-Wan Fan club. Thorn had been tasked with getting a kiss from the most beautiful person at the bar, of course Thorn had fun with it, why just settle for one, when all of them were beautiful in there own way.

Gregor had stood up on the bar, doing a mini dance while stripping from his plastoid armor. All while Wolffe had generally questioned his own sanity and that of his brother. Gregor of course paid little mind to those he shared a booth with, instead reveling in the attention he got from those who enjoyed the show. Howzer on the other hand, decided to challenge almost all his clone brothers to an arm wrestling match. Even when he knew the odds weren't in his favor. Echo and Fives, making a wager. If Howzer lost against both of them. All six in the booth would have to go through with a particular dare, they had in mind to commit. Although neither gave details on what they had in mind. Without a second thought, the drunk Commanders and Captains had hastily agreed. Only to regret their decision mere seconds later when Howzer was swiftly defeated by both Arc Troopers. Although neither gave any indication on what they had in mind or when it would be put in to play.

They did however taunt Rex about it, over their rotations on the battlefield. Never failing to remind him of the wager and dropping subtle hints of what was to come. The moment they returned to Coruscant, and found out the remaining Commanders and Captains were also back for down time, was when Fives' famous wicked grin appeared upon his lips. Echo merely shaking his head, both with dread for the reactions and to control his overactive imagination. Even more so when he remembered the discussion to involve several Jedi in the fun and games as well.

"Put us out of misery" commented Cody, as he looked to the two Arc Troopers collectively referred to as the Domino Twins. A neon blue drink in hand as he prepared for the worst case scenario, knowing when it come to the pair, anything was possible. Even the impossible. Fives and Echo could only share an expression of pure mischief. Something that only brought more dread to the six before them.

"You've heard of helmet switch-a-roo, right?" asked Fives, knowing the question was daft. Especially since Rex dealt with that on the battlefield let alone during down times. The last game of switch-a-roo had also included an unwilling Dogma, whom had somehow ended up with Tup's helmet. Tup himself had Jesse's, whom in turn had Fives helmet. Five's had Echo's helmet, who had Kix's one. Even Hardcase had gotten involved and worn Dogma's helmet. Although Rex had caught on, it had taken General Skywalker a little longer to realize.

"We're daring you to the big brother. Armor Switch-A-Roo" laughed Echo, watching with amusement as the golden eyes of his brothers become flooded with concern, dread even on what they were going to be doing while wearing the armor of another. "And you'll be spending the day in each others off duty roles" quickly added the Arc Troopers, stifling a laugh when Wolffe's head hit the table, a loud groan escaping him. Of course it would be something like that. Yet the groan was in response to realizing some of them would be around the Jedi Temple and Senate, as well as the military base.

"If we die I'm haunting the two of you" commented Gregor, a spark of amusement flashing through his golden eyes. Even more so when he realized, whomever got his armor, would have the duty of protecting a certain favored Jedi. His iconic laugh soon escaped him, especially when he knew the odds of fooling Jedi were against them. They're own General's knew them well and would surely recognize something was off. Just as the many senators roaming the senate building would notice when something was off with Thorn.

"Do we at least get to choose who we switch with?" questioned Howzer, his head smacking against the sticky table mere moments later when both Fives and Echo had both shook their head. Denying them what would have made the game of Switch-A-Roo easier. Only now did Cody and Rex share a look of dread. Gregor once again laughed, this time nervously. Where as Thorn grabbed his bright blue drink and downed it, in an attempt to drown the horror threatening to bubble up.

"Care to deliver the blow and tell us" slurred Thorn, watching as the duo took the helmets from the back of the booth. Choose to switch the helmets instead of using words. Although the pair, planned to tell them again in the morning, when they were nursing a hangover, if only to remind them it wasn't a nightmare but the reality they had agreed to when making the wager.

Echo handled the helmets with care, looking closely at the individual markings. How each were different, and made them easily identifiable. Carefully he handed Wolffe, Gregor helmet, the obvious choice, as Gregor was the only one Wolffe could realistically pass as. Gregor on the other hand was given Thorn's helmet, confusion soon washed over his tired features. He'd wrongly assumed he'd receive's Wolffe's helmet in response, so was surprise to get the one belonging the Coruscant Guard.

Rex had been the one to be receive Wolffe's helmet. A chuckle had instantly ripped from his throat, even more so when it would be obvious he wasn't the tough battle worn Commander. Cody had been given Rex's helmet, to which an instant wicked grin appeared on his lips, it being clear he knew what chaos he'd cause while dressed as his old friend and brother. Something that only brought gripping dread to Rex. Thorn on the other hand received Howzer's helmet, swearing under his breath, as it would mean he'd be in close proximity to many Jedi General's, a thought that brought both dread and of course amusement, would they take notice of the little things. Howzer on the other hand, quickly determined the only helmet left was Cody's, to which he cheered, clearly his silent prayers to the maker had been answered.

"Remember whatever chaos you cause while wearing the others armor, has to be explained by said owner" casually spoke Fives, confirming the Jedi would be none the wiser of the mischievous antics, and would thrust ask about the odd inconsistencies should they be noticed. "Wolffe we wish you luck. Gregor is on protection duty for (Y/N) tomorrow" laughed the Arc Trooper, his laughter only growing upon hearing the growled yet muffled response. Of course they'd thrown him head first at (Y/N), he be an idiot if he thought they'd let the opportunity pass them by. After all his affection for the Jedi Knight was only known by those sharing the booth and a few others. It was a closely guarded secret Wolffe had unintentionally let slip during the last game of Truth or Dare.

The Morning Of!

When morning come, each of those apart of the mischief groaned. Wolffe in particular found himself with confusion. Why did he have Gregor's Commando armor? Where was his own?. He soon noticed the little light in the top corner of his datapad blinking, sighing as he carefully placed Gregor's helmet to the side and grabbing the small device. Instantly regretting the decision upon seeing a video message from Fives there.

"So that wasn't a nightmare" commented Wolffe, throwing the pad on his bunk before once again reaching for Gregor's helmet. Carefully studying it, the many markings scattered all over it, even a few scorch marks, the fading yellow paint around the visor, even the bright blue light to appear, when held in a certain way. The battle worn commander, taking notice of how heavy the helmet felt compared to his own, even the roughness beneath his fingers.

"How the kriff does Thorn see in this thing" voiced Gregor, walking into the nearby desk, as he flicked at the black painted shade over the top of the visor. The commando's words pulling a rare chuckle from Wolffe. The commander amused by Gregor holding his arms out in an effort to gain stability while wearing the foreign helmet, and making his way over to the spare bunk without tripping or bumping into anything else. "I saw Rex, poor bugger, looks ridiculous wearing your armor" joked the Commando, taking off Thorn's helmet just in time to witness Wolffe display his signature eye roll. "It kind of looks like Rex shrunk in the dryer" laughed Gregor, receiving another chuckle from Wolffe, clearly the battle worn commander could imagine it.

"Makes you wonder what the others are going to be like?" questioned Wolffe, suspecting the others would probably have a better fit, especially Cody, whom had Rex's armor. Howzer too could probably get by without much trouble with Cody's armor. "I'm expecting Thorn to complain about not having a kama" added the commander of the wolf pack, recalling Thorn asking the night before how Cody, Howzer and Gregor could operate without one. Even pointing out both Arc Troopers to issue the daring mischief were in ownership of one.

"Oh he's already started. Stated he felt naked without one" laughed Gregor. As if on cue, Thorn walked passed, stating he already missed not wearing the belted cape, even how lost he was without it. His next words were asking Gregor to take care of his precious kama while impersonating him for the day.

Cody, Rex and Howzer soon appeared behind Thorn, all but scaring him into the small room completely. Gregor's laughter ringing out as Wolffe also offered a chuckle, but that was more to see Rex practically drowning in his armor. Gone was the dark blue markings, instead he donned the familiar grey wolf insignia. It was odd for Wolffe to see his armor on another, although he soon reminded himself it was only for a few hours, then all would be back to normal again.

"I feel like a kid wearing their parent's clothes" admitted Rex, once again re-adjusting one of the shoulder plates, carefully placing Wolffe's helmet on the desk.

"You look like a kid wearing their parents clothes" commented Wolffe, amusement flashing in both his golden eye and dull cybernetic one. Thorn chuckling breaking the silence quickly, as Cody mentioned he wanted to take a picture to remember this.

"Don't forget we have to think of something to say if we're caught" reminded Howzer, shuddering to think that was a possibility. At the same time he knew the risks were high, some of them were around observant senators, others around the Jedi, whom could likely sense when something was amiss. "And to explain everything tomorrow"

"Already got mine" announced Thorn, chuckling although not elaborating any further. Wolffe piped up mere seconds later confirming he too had something in mind for explaining everything the following day, although even he'd admit explaining why his armor didn't have its normal snug fit was going to be a little more difficult. Cody also hinted he had something in mind, as did Rex whom could already predict what Cody was going to get up to.

"Have fun flirting with (Y/N), Wolffe" remarked Cody, only receiving a huffed growl from the commander in question. It being clear he regretted revealing that secret, even more so when his brothers so often teased him about it. Even General Plo did although he did so in an encouraging way, almost as if he knew something others didn't. "Why does (Y/N) need protecting anyways, she's a bad-ass Jedi Knight" asked the commander of the 212th, finding it odd a Jedi with (Y/N)'s reputation would need protection.

"Targeted by Dooku and some separatist leaders. Her cover was blown the last time she went on an assignment to protect Senator Amidala" explained Gregor, revealing the truth few knew of. "(Y/N) and Senator Amidala could pass as sisters, hence why (Y/N) had posed as her during a previous assignment. Sadly it had gone wrong, resulting in a bounty being placed on the Jedi Knight, hence her designated temple and senate duty" added the Commando, recalling (Y/N) being frustrated the last time he'd been on protection duty, she wanted to do more to help the Republic but was restricted on what she could do.

"Alright boys, lets get this show on the road" voiced Fives from the door way. Echo leaning against the opposite side. Rex immediately noticing they'd swapped helmets again. Both Arc Troopers breaking down in laughter upon looking around the group. Thorn's grumpiness about not having a kama, Gregor practically being squished into Thorn's armor. Rex's almost drowning in Wolffe's, Cody attempting to straighten Rex's kama, while Wolffe shifted uncomfortably in Gregor's armor. Howzer on the other hand, seemed content on messing with the visor shade on Cody's helmet, almost as if he was trying to re-adjust it a little.

The Mischief!

"Anakin, I think there might be something wrong with Rex" spoke Obi-Wan upon reaching his former padawan, concern ringing in his voice. At first the Jedi Knight looked confused, Rex wasn't anywhere in sight. Just as Anakin was about to voice the obvious, Rex appeared, running along and practically hugging Obi-Wan as if he was the alternative to gravity. Ahsoka chuckled slightly, quickly whipping her hands up to stifle her amusement.

"Seems normal to me, maybe a little more caf than usual" announced Anakin, chuckling as Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. The Jedi master untangling himself from Rex, recalling the time he'd had to do the same with Cody weeks before hand. The moment Obi-Wan walked away, Rex got his datapad out and chased after Obi-Wan, asking him for an autograph. Leaving behind a slightly confused Anakin and Ahsoka in a fit of laughter. Plo Koon chuckling to see it, although he didn't voice he had long since worked out what was going on, instead choosing to allow the mischief to continue.

"Master Plo" called Ahsoka, upon controlling her fit of giggles and regaining some composure. "Are any other clones acting oddly?" asked the Padawan, recalling seeing Commander Wolffe wrangling the 501st boys earlier, she'd never seen them behave so quickly, although Fives, Echo, Jesse, Tup and Kix seemed to be the exception, giggling like school children in the corner of the mess hall.

"Howzer seemed to be fond of causing confusion and chaos in the debriefing earlier" commented Plo, recalling the Captain had been hyperactive, almost skipping around the room. WIndu had practically grabbed his shoulders and all but forced him to stand still, not that it worked, within seconds Howzer was moving around again, twirling on the spot and practically bouncing off the walls. He'd started singing at one point.

"Rex, Howzer. Who's next?" questioned Anakin, almost dreading the response he'd get. "Maybe they switched the caf brand again. Rex always did say the last one tasted like droid oil" commented the Jedi Knight in hopes of explaining everything. Although if there was more than the two it would be harder to explain it.

"What's your reasoning for Wolffe deflating?" asked Ahsoka, seeing the confusion to pass over Anakin's features. Plo on the other hand chuckling slightly, refusing to give it away he'd worked out what was going on, instead he'd found himself with curiosity whom else was involved and the explanations each come up with. Particularly Howzer whom had to explain the debriefing.

"Looks like Thorn's having a good day" commented Padme, upon joining the group of Jedi down on the many halls. She'd come at the request of master Yoda, although it appeared to be a troublesome time. She'd passed many padawan's and younglings seemingly lost and confused about where they were going. Just as she'd bared witness to Howzer running away from Windu after tapping him on the shoulder and shouting "Tag your it".

Within seconds of the words leaving Padme's lips, Commander Thorn come waltzing down the hall, signing loudly and occasionally twerking. He'd thrown his hands up several times, the contents of the mug with Fox's name penned on long since gone everywhere. A few padawan's had been pulled into a dance, as a few masters had too. Each seemingly taken by surprise. "He was like that at the senate building as well. Flirted with senator Chuchi" laughed the Senator of Naboo. A smile on her lips to see the battle worn troopers seemingly having fun, a rare but welcome sight.

"Let me love you" called Rex, as Obi-Wan ran back down the long hall. The captain hot on his heels. Ahsoka once again bursting in to fit of giggles, as a few other younglings did too. Some of the masters looked confused as to what was going on, most shaking their heads with a little amusement before continuing. Even (Y/N) couldn't help the laughter to escape her, she'd always had a love for mischief.

"Your not going to do anything out of the ordinary are you, Gregor?" asked Obi-Wan when he stopped to catch his breath, hiding near one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard below. "I don't think I can take any more oddities today. First Cody's memory loss, now Rex" added the Jedi Master, still trying to wrap his head around Cody's apparent memory loss. Maybe it was the hit to the head during the prior battle, or the alcohol from the night before. Either way it was unsettling, although his loyal commander seemed to have some whereabouts. Keeping the boys of the 212th in line.

"No sir" responded Gregor, his response coming a little too quickly. "Just doing my duty protecting the Princess Jedi here" added Gregor attempting to act normally, although he knew some of his actions could be explained away by lasting damage from previous head injuries. Obi-Wan soon poked his head around the corner again, quickly dodging back when Rex passed by asking those around if they'd seen the negotiator. Dread filled Obi-Wan when another Jedi Master pointed right at him, causing him to dart from his position and around the nearest corner.

Howzer coming around the same corner moments later, shortly followed by a confused Mace Windu. Padme shaking her head slightly, as she regained some of her lost composure. Never had she seen the temple in such disarray, although she would admit it was nice seeing a less professional side of the peacekeepers. Howzer's voice soon rang out through the hall as another comment escaped him. "Gonna catch me?" His comment more of a question towards the Jedi Master behind him.

"Thorn, where's my mug" yelled Fox, storming down the hall towards the other commander. Thorn had since stopped singing and dancing, instead acting scared as he held up the ordinary white coffee mug. Although Fox's name had since been crossed out, being replaced with Thorn's own name. Thorn soon skipped off down the hall, giggling like a school girl as he all but taunted Fox with the ordinary white mug. Ignoring Fox yelling at him to come back and all but swearing about losing the mug again.

"And that's my cue" commented Gregor before throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder and walking off. Plo chuckling by the shock squeal to escape the Jedi Knight. Where as Padme and Ahsoka resorting to looking to each other for confirmation, at least to ensure they'd both seen Gregor pick up and all but run off with (Y/N). Anakin on the other hand blinked a few times, beginning to question his own sanity and that of the troopers around him. Slowly he was becoming suspicious, who else was going to act like they'd been hypnotized to act like kids, were his Jedi brethren going to start acting like it too?

"Pretty good view of chaos from up here" commented (Y/N), as she attempted to get comfortable over Gregor's shoulder. Well over Wolffe's shoulder. Although she hadn't voiced it, she was well aware Wolffe was in Gregor's armor, her senses not failing her. The arm securing her legs in place, only tightening as she attempted to wiggle around to gain comfort.

"Not a bad view from this end either" commented Gregor, finding himself glad for the thick armor, as he was sure he would have felt (Y/N)'s foot, thud against his thigh had he not be clad in plastoid.

"If I didn't know any better Captain. I would have thought you were flirting" spoke (Y/N)

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were enjoying it" responded Gregor, placing her back on her feet upon reaching the destination of the courtyard. The rare occasion where it was quiet and as normal tranquil.

"Should I ask why you brought me here?" asked (Y/N), moving to tidying her messed up hair, and straighten out her robes. Gregor on the other hand moved to sit on the steps, in front of the tree, ignoring the benches close by.

"Meditate" retorted Gregor, not bothering to turn around to face her. Although he suspected there would be a response shortly.

"Is that an order?" commented (Y/N), moving to sit at his side.

"Yup"

"I'm known to bend orders" laughed (Y/N), knowing there was truth behind her words. Although her former Jedi Master Plo Koon, always said she had a talent for still getting the job demanded from her done. She still got the needed results even if she did go about it a little differently.

"This will be the first you'll obey" replied Gregor, a playful tone to his voice.

"What makes you think that?" whispered (Y/N) when she was close enough, there was no doubt he'd hear her.

"Cause I asked nicely Princess" breathed Gregor. Almost surprised when the almost famous Jedi Knight seemed to concede and do as she was told, the words Roger Roger escaping her in a sarcastic tone. "Care to accompany me to 79's tonight?"

"Maybe" cheekily responded (Y/N). "Would be nice to see you in your own armor and without said helmet" commented the Jedi Knight, a grin appearing across her lips as she peered over. Seeing as Wolffe stiffened inside Gregor's armor. "Not to worry Commander, my lips are sealed"

"Have to work on that later" flirted Wolffe, as he settled back into the act of being Gregor, imitating his brother's famous laugh mere seconds later. Once again (Y/N) peered over to him, suppressing a chuckle as she attempted to regain her focus. Although it seemed to be a lost course at this point.

The Aftermath

When it come to explain the events of the day before. Some found it far easier than others. Thorn had simply explained it away as having too much caf that morning. He been hyperactive and in the mood to continue his running war with Fox for the prize coffee mug. He explained the flirting with Senator Riyo Chuchi as finding her particularly beautiful the day before.

Wolffe had simply said he'd lost a wager to Rex and had thrust agreed to keep the boys of the 501st in check. As for his armor not fitting properly, he mentioned something about Wrecker playing a prank on him, payback for something to have taken place at 79's before the last deployment.

Cody too had a simple explanation. He'd mentioned he'd visited the medbay upon returning to Coruscant after the last rotation on the battlefield. The headache combined with the hangover of all hangovers. He'd managed to keep the boys in check but his memory was spotty. Thankfully Obi-wan had brought the excuse and let it go after a few days of ensuring he had no after effects from the injury.

Rex on the other hand, almost chocked on his morning caf to learn what Cody had gotten up to in his armor. Although he'd been thankful for his explanation fitting with what had taken place. He'd simply said he'd joined the Obi-Wan fan club, after hearing Cody endless go on and on about how great the Jedi Master was. Cody had attempted to hide behind his datapad, covering his heated cheeks of embarrassment. Of course Rex would say that.

Gregor on the other hand struggled to come up with something when faced with explaining Wolffe's actions to (Y/N). He tripped over his words multiple times before the Jedi Knight had put him out of his misery. Revealing her knowledge of the mischievous dare each had taken part in and thrust knew Wolffe had been her protect the day prior. (Y/N) had spent time reassure Gregor following it, even helping him to come up with something should another Jedi question him.

Howzer almost had a heart attack upon finding out what Thorn had done the day before. He'd almost throttled the Commander to have impersonated him. No flimsy excuse was going to get passed Windu on this one. Nor the other Jedi to have been apart of the briefing. Eventually Howzer settled for being influenced by Rex, Thorn and Gregor, as well as having too much caf that morning. Sending the younglings in the wrong direction had been put down to a light hearted joke, after all everyone knew Howzer had a soft spot for kids.

Echo and Fives on the other hand managed to get hold of the records from the Senate building, Jedi Temple and Military base. Laughing to no end, especially seeing how Gregor had also played silly sods with the civvi medics and admirals while impersonating Thorn. No one had been safe from the chaos Gregor had caused. The recordings of Thorn impersonating Howzer throughout the Jedi Temple were just as funny, especially when Kix pointed out some of the younglings and padawan's had also played along with the game of tag.

Jesse's favorite recording had been of Cody impersonating Rex yelling "Let me love you" while chasing Obi-Wan down the hall. Seeing an array of emotions pass over Anakin's features had brought him to tears with laughter. The blank look, turning to confusion, questioning his own sanity, slight amusement, back to questioning his own sanity then finally settling on enjoying the chaos.

Kix had been the one to point out, both Plo Koon and (Y/N) had likely figured it out but had opted to keep the truth a well guarded. Something Wolffe later confirmed at 79's, (Y/N) also verifying it in her own words, just as she revealed Aalya Secura and Ahsoka had also worked out something was up, but not said anything. Instead both women happy to watch as chaos unfolded. (Y/N) also corroborating to both Echo and Fives, neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were none the wiser about the mischief to test them, just as the unsuspecting victim of Mace Windu had yet to truly put the pieces to together. Even Master Yoda seemed to be content on keeping the truth a guarded secret for now.

Tup had asked for the security recordings, intending on making a few videos of the chaos and sending them to the six to have taken part. He'd also congratulated Fives and Echo on masterminding the whole thing. The duo known as the Domino Twins cementing themselves as the most mischievous pair, thrust finally achieving their goal of overtaking Waxer and Boil. Although both knew the pair from the 212th Legion would eventually fire back in an effort to regain their lost titles.

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fandom-friday · 7 months ago

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Greetings Oh Glorious Karrde!

I come to you once more with Rec's a plenty!

@the-rain-on-kamino has not only given us a heart achingly sweet Commander Cody Fic with Time After Time (and yes you must sing the title) But also a new Clone Commando series with the Omega Squad in Off the Grid. Plus the most Romantic looking stroll through Pabu . Ma gurl got us covered!

@daimyosprincess has hit us with not one but TWO Boba AU's and LORD! The sweetness that is This tender love contrast with the Short but HOLYSHITE-ness of Worth the Risk.

@pickleprickle with Chapters 2 and 3 of Shattered Sunrise with Mace (The head badass himself) Windu... I may be bias.

On the Art Side of things

@snw-faatuatua Did this AMAZING Art of Hunter with traditional Moko facial tattoo. I literally can't get over how cool this is!

@boggsart is doing some awesome stuff with their Republic Troopers art but I gotta send in our boys in blue with the 501st

For all my Boba girlies (gn) on here come take a look @mrs2224 and this lovely rendition of a young Boba. Just in general go check it out!

@pinkiemme with the band batch, aka all our favorite men on the stage and KILLING IT! plus music!!

@bobafettdaily with this cool gif set kia kaha, kia maia, kia manawanui

On the not Star Wars side:

@the-californicationistcal has me in a tizzy with Riptide. uh yeah grumpy military guys... I have a type.

@bluegiragi has an entire COD 141 monster AU that has me hanging on every pannel of the comic. I will caution that it is Cannon typical violence. but the origin story for The Wraith is so cool and the Art is just... go check it out.

I have a few others but I'm still finishing up with reading but will send along ASAP! Much love and Happy Reading! (Pictured below me racing every week to put in the recs)

This is SUCH A GREAT LIST! Love the variety, both within the Star Wars universe and outside of it. As always, THANK YOU dear friend for putting such a big list together and taking the time to send it in! APPRECIATE YOU AND ALL THESE RECS!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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star-wars-writing · 10 months ago

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A/N Just posted my latest story "A Bookstore Romance" on AO3! It's a tale of love, misunderstanding, and the beautiful journey of a relationship that starts and blossoms in a bookstore. it was written for the codywanbingo by @codywanbingo

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The bell over the door chimed, marking the departure of the last customer of the morning, and Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself alone amidst the tranquil haven of his bookstore. He stood behind the counter, his fingers absentmindedly brushing over the cover of a hidden gem among romance novels, a genre he secretly adored yet never openly acknowledged. The warm, filtered sunlight streaming through the windows bathed the room in a cozy glow, highlighting the eclectic array of books that ranged from timeless classics to contemporary bestsellers.

Obi-Wan’s gaze, deep and thoughtful, swept across the store. Each shelf, each book, was a familiar friend, carefully curated and lovingly displayed in this quaint corner of the city that he had made his own. His passion for literature was evident in every carefully arranged display, every thoughtful recommendation he offered to his patrons.

At 30, Obi-Wan carried an air of youthful enthusiasm tempered with the poise of experience. His hair, a rich auburn, was often slightly tousled, as if he’d just run his hands through it while lost in thought. There was an ease about him, a quiet confidence that drew people in, encouraging them to linger in the aisles and lose themselves in the worlds contained within the pages.

As he turned the page of his book, a soft reflection in the glass caught his eye. He observed himself for a moment – not just the owner of a beloved bookstore but a man who still harbored dreams and desires, much like the characters in the stories he cherished.

The door opened, disrupting his solitude. A young couple stepped inside, their laughter echoing softly in the hushed atmosphere. They gravitated towards the travel books, their conversation a murmur of shared excitement and plans. Watching them, Obi-Wan felt a gentle tug in his chest, a reminder of the poignant and powerful tales of love that resonated with him most.

He smiled softly to himself and leaned back against the counter, his eyes drifting back to the novel in his hands. Here, in this little world of his creation, surrounded by tales of adventure, mystery, and love, he found a deep sense of contentment. Yet, in the quiet corners of his heart, the romantic stories whispered to him, kindling a hope that perhaps his own life might yet hold a chapter as yet unwritten.

Outside, the city moved at its relentless pace, but within the walls of the bookstore, time seemed to slow, each moment a page waiting to be turned.

The evening light filtered softly through the windows of the bookstore, casting a serene glow over the quiet interior. In a cozy corner, reserved for study and contemplation, Cody, the eldest of eight brothers, was engrossed in his architectural designs. His younger brother, Rex, sat opposite him, delving into the complexities of political science. This tranquil nook in Obi-Wan’s bookstore had become their refuge, a place away from the lively chaos of a household bustling with six younger siblings.

Cody, with a natural inclination towards leadership and responsibility, exuded a quiet strength that seemed to anchor those around him. His architectural drawings sprawled across the table, a testament to his talent and dedication. Rex, looking up to his elder brother, found in him both inspiration and guidance.

From his position behind the counter, Obi-Wan observed the brothers with a sense of admiration. The golden hue of the setting sun bathed the room, accentuating the rows of books that surrounded the brothers. Obi-Wan was particularly drawn to Cody, not just because of his academic focus, but also due to an unspoken connection he felt whenever their eyes met.

As the last customer departed, Obi-Wan approached the brothers, bearing a tray with three cups of tea, a gesture that had become a familiar ritual. "I thought a little tea might help with the studies," he said, his voice gentle, yet resonating with an underlying warmth.

Cody looked up, his eyes meeting Obi-Wan's. "That's very kind of you, Obi-Wan," he replied, his voice carrying a note of deep appreciation that resonated within Obi-Wan. There was an unspoken understanding in that brief exchange, a connection that lingered in the air.

Rex gratefully accepted the tea, his admiration for Obi-Wan evident. "You know, Obi-Wan, you're like the guardian angel of our study sessions," he joked lightly, eliciting a chuckle from Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiled, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. "Well, I can't have my favorite architects and political analysts running on empty, can I?" he replied, playfully.

As the evening progressed and the time for closing drew near, Cody and Rex began to pack up their things. "We'll be back tomorrow, Obi-Wan," Cody called out, his voice echoing softly in the now-quiet bookstore.

"I'll be here," Obi-Wan replied, feeling a subtle pang of longing as he watched them leave. The door closed behind them, leaving a silence that felt more profound than before.

In the solitude of his bookstore, Obi-Wan's thoughts lingered on Cody. There was an undeniable pull between them, a burgeoning bond that extended beyond the usual rapport he had with his patrons. He found himself captivated by Cody’s passion for architecture, his dedication to his studies, and the way his presence seemed to fill the room.

Locking the door and dimming the lights, Obi-Wan reflected on the subtle yet significant moments they had shared. He knew such feelings were fraught with complexity, especially given his role as the owner of the bookstore. Yet, as he made his way home, he couldn't help but wonder about the uncharted territory of their growing connection, a story that was yet to unfold.

The next morning arrived with the gentle hum of the city awakening. Obi-Wan, behind the counter of his bookstore, was arranging a new display of classic novels when the familiar chime of the door announced the arrival of his first visitors. He looked up, a smile instinctively forming as he recognized Cody and Rex stepping into the warm, book-filled haven.

Cody's gaze met Obi-Wan's, a flash of unspoken acknowledgment passing between them. There was an ease about Cody, a confidence in his stride that belied his youth. His eyes, bright and attentive, often wandered around the bookstore with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. Today, however, there was a hint of determination in his demeanor, a purpose that seemed to extend beyond his usual academic focus.

"Good morning, Obi-Wan," Cody greeted, his voice carrying a clear note of respect.

"Morning, Cody, Rex," Obi-Wan replied, his attention briefly shifting to Rex before returning to Cody. "What brings you in so early today?"

Cody took a deep breath, his fingers absently tracing the spine of a book on the nearest shelf. "Actually, I was wondering if... if you might need some help around the store. I'm looking for a job, and I can't think of a better place than here."

Obi-Wan's eyebrows rose slightly, a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure flickering in his eyes. "Help in the bookstore?" he echoed, considering the proposal. The idea of having Cody around more often was unexpectedly appealing, yet he hesitated, aware of the delicate balance that existed between them.

"Yes," Cody continued, a hint of eagerness creeping into his voice. "I know my way around the store pretty well by now, and I'd really like to start saving up for the future."

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody, taking in the earnestness in his expression. There was a sincerity in Cody's request that touched him, and he found himself wanting to say yes, to have Cody's presence become a more permanent fixture in the bookstore.

"Well, I could certainly use the extra hands," Obi-Wan admitted, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle smile. "Consider yourself part of the team, Cody."

The relief and joy that lit up Cody's face were unmistakable. "Thank you, Obi-Wan. You won't regret this," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude and excitement.

Rex, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in, "Guess this means I'll be seeing even more of this place, huh?"

Obi-Wan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm afraid so, Rex. But I promise to keep the coffee coming."

As Cody and Rex settled into their usual study corner, Obi-Wan found his thoughts lingering on the new arrangement. Having Cody as an employee would undoubtedly change the dynamics of their relationship. He felt a twinge of anticipation at the prospect of working alongside Cody, of seeing him every day in a context that went beyond their casual interactions.

Throughout the day, as he attended to customers and went about his tasks, Obi-Wan's mind often drifted to Cody. He watched him from afar, noting the way Cody interacted with the books, the gentle care he showed each volume he touched. There was a grace about him, a quiet strength that Obi-Wan found increasingly compelling.

As the bookstore closed for the day, Obi-Wan found himself looking forward to the following morning, to the new chapter that was about to begin in the story of his bookstore, a chapter that now included Cody not just as a patron, but as a part of its very essence. The prospect filled him with a sense of expectancy, a feeling that something significant was on the horizon.

A month had woven its way through the calendar since Cody began working at the bookstore, each day weaving him more intricately into the fabric of the quaint establishment. On a particularly slow Saturday morning, the store was bathed in the soft, diffused light of an overcast sky, casting a serene tranquility over the shelves brimming with stories.

Cody, who had by now familiarized himself with every nook and cranny of the store, was tidying up a section when he stumbled upon a well-thumbed copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' tucked away behind some newer releases. Curiosity piqued, he glanced over at Obi-Wan, who was engrossed in a book at the counter.

"Didn't take you for a fan of Regency romances," Cody remarked playfully, holding up the novel with an intrigued smile.

Obi-Wan looked up, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. "Ah, yes, that's one of my personal favorites," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and fondness. "Regency romances were actually my major back in university."

Cody's eyebrows arched in surprise, his smile broadening. "Really? I never would have guessed. You studied literature at the university?"

Obi-Wan nodded, a nostalgic glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, at the same one you're attending. I had a particular affinity for the romanticism and societal intricacies of the Regency period. There’s something about the elegance and the underlying passion of that era that always fascinated me."

Cody, intrigued, moved closer, the book still in hand. "I've always seen these novels as just love stories, but you make them sound like something more."

"There is much more to them," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward, his enthusiasm evident. "They are windows into the customs, the restraints, and the quiet rebellions of the time. The characters navigate through societal norms with such intricate emotions and intentions."

As Obi-Wan spoke, Cody found himself captivated, not just by the insight into the novels, but by the animated way Obi-Wan described them. His eyes sparkled with passion, and his hands moved expressively, painting the air with his words. Cody realized there was a depth to Obi-Wan he had yet to uncover, layers that extended beyond the calm and collected exterior of the bookstore owner.

"Maybe I should give one of these a read," Cody said thoughtfully, flipping through the pages of 'Pride and Prejudice'. "Any recommendations on where to start?"

"Start with that one in your hands," Obi-Wan suggested, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's a classic for a reason. And if you have any questions or want to discuss it, I'm more than willing."

The offer, simple as it was, felt like an invitation into a part of Obi-Wan’s world that Cody had not yet explored. It was an opportunity to connect on a level they hadn’t before, a prospect that filled Cody with an unexpected sense of excitement.

The rest of the day passed with a new, subtle energy between them. Cody found himself stealing glances at Obi-Wan, pondering this newfound facet of his character. Obi-Wan, in turn, caught Cody’s gaze several times, each exchange sending a ripple of something unspoken through the air.

As the day drew to a close and the last customer left, Cody lingered at the counter. "I'm looking forward to starting this," he said, holding up the novel. "Thanks for the recommendation, Obi-Wan."

"It was my pleasure, Cody," Obi-Wan replied, his voice warm with sincerity. "Enjoy the journey into Regency England."

With a final smile, Cody tucked the book under his arm and headed out, leaving Obi-Wan in the quiet aftermath. As he locked up the bookstore, Obi-Wan found himself reflecting on the day, on the shared moments and the unexplored paths that lay ahead. His heart felt lighter, buoyed by the prospect of new conversations, new shared experiences with Cody. It was a connection that was slowly, yet undeniably, transforming from mere acquaintance into something much richer, something that hinted at the promise of deeper bonds yet to be formed.

A week had whisked by since Cody borrowed 'Pride and Prejudice' from the bookstore, a week in which the pages of Regency England had unfurled before him. Saturday arrived, bringing with it the familiar rhythm of a workday at the bookstore. Cody stepped through the door that morning with a sense of purpose, the novel tucked securely under his arm.

Obi-Wan, rearranging a display of new arrivals, looked up at Cody's entrance. There was a quiet anticipation in his gaze, a silent inquiry about the novel. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow that danced over the bookshelves and spilled onto the floor, creating a welcoming ambience.

"I finished it," Cody announced, placing the book on the counter with a thoughtful expression. "And while I can appreciate the charm and the wit of Austen, I think I'm more of a mystery and adventure kind of guy."

Obi-Wan's eyes twinkled with amusement and interest. "Is that so?" he replied, leaning on the counter. "Well, there's no shortage of mystery and adventure here. Any particular favorites or authors you're drawn to?"

Cody’s face lit up with a more animated expression. "I've always been a fan of Arthur Conan Doyle's work. There’s something about Sherlock Holmes' deductive reasoning and the atmospheric London he navigates that I find really engaging."

"Ah, the classic detective and his loyal companion, Watson," Obi-Wan mused, his voice warm with shared enthusiasm. "There's a timeless quality to those stories, a blend of intellect and intrigue that's hard to resist."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, the topics meandering from one author to another, from classic literature to contemporary thrillers. As they talked, Cody found himself drawn into Obi-Wan's world of books even more deeply. There was a passion in Obi-Wan's words, a depth of knowledge that was both impressive and endearing.

Obi-Wan, in turn, was captivated by Cody's perspectives, finding joy in the young man's keen insights and the lively spark in his eyes as he spoke. There was a connection forming between them, one that transcended the roles of employer and employee, something more profound and intimate.

As the morning gave way to afternoon, the bookstore filled with customers, but the energy of their conversation lingered in the air. Obi-Wan and Cody worked side by side, their interactions marked by an easy camaraderie and occasional shared glances that spoke volumes.

Later, as the day began to wind down and the last customer left, Cody and Obi-Wan found themselves alone amidst the quiet serenity of the bookstore.

"You know," Cody said, leaning against the counter, "talking about books with you, it's like seeing them in a whole new light. It makes coming to work here even more enjoyable."

Obi-Wan’s face softened with a genuine smile. "I'm glad to hear that, Cody. And I must admit, having you here has brought a new dimension to this place. It's... refreshing."

The words hung in the air, charged with an unspoken emotion, a recognition of the bond that was steadily growing between them. As they locked up the store and said their goodbyes, there was a lingering sense of connection, a promise of more conversations and shared moments to come.

As Cody walked away, book in hand, and Obi-Wan watched him leave, they both felt a quiet anticipation for the next day, for the next chapter in their unfolding story. The bookstore, a haven of stories and dreams, had become the backdrop to their own evolving narrative, one that was just beginning to be written.

***

As the weeks unfurled, the bookstore wove its timeless spell around Cody and Obi-Wan, drawing them into an ever-deepening camaraderie. Cody's presence during the week, a studious figure immersed in his architectural designs, had become a constant in the quiet hum of the store. On weekends, his role shifted to that of Obi-Wan’s assistant, their interactions punctuated by shared tasks and easy conversations that spanned from the philosophical depths of literature to the light-hearted banter of daily life.

The air between them was charged with an unspoken recognition, a realization that what had started as a mere curiosity was blossoming into something richer, more profound. It was in the way Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody a moment longer than necessary, in the warmth that radiated from him whenever Cody entered the room.

One particularly rainy afternoon, as the soft patter of raindrops created a cocoon around the bookstore, Cody and Obi-Wan found themselves alone, organizing a section of historical novels. The rhythmic sound of the rain against the windows lent a cozy intimacy to the store, a world removed from the bustle outside.

Cody, arranging books on a lower shelf, paused and looked up at Obi-Wan. "You know, I never imagined I'd find a place like this," he said, his voice a blend of gratitude and reflection. "Or someone like you. You've made me see books, see the world, in a new light."

Obi-Wan, standing close, books in hand, met Cody's gaze. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a softness that he rarely allowed others to see. "Cody, I..." he began, then hesitated, searching for the right words. "I feel the same. Having you here, it's changed the bookstore for me, made it more... alive."

The words hung in the air, a confession of sorts, and for a moment, they simply looked at each other, the unspoken emotions swirling around them like the gentle storm outside.

Cody broke the silence, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I guess we're both discovering new chapters, aren't we?"

Obi-Wan returned the smile, a warmth spreading through him. "Yes, we are," he agreed, his heart beating a little faster.

Their conversation drifted to other topics, but the underlying current remained, a shared awareness of the growing affection between them. As they continued their work, their movements became more synchronized, a dance of two people becoming increasingly attuned to each other.

The rest of the day passed in a comfortable rhythm, marked by shared laughs, meaningful glances, and an ease that spoke of a deepening bond. When it was time to close, they lingered at the door, neither quite ready to part ways.

"See you tomorrow, Obi-Wan," Cody said, his voice carrying a note of reluctance.

"Tomorrow," Obi-Wan echoed, watching as Cody stepped out into the rain, an umbrella blooming open above him.

As the door closed, Obi-Wan stood there for a moment, lost in thought. The bookstore, once a haven for solitary contemplation, had become the setting of something new and exhilarating – a connection with Cody that promised to turn the page to a new and uncharted chapter in both their lives. The rain continued to tap against the window, a gentle reminder of the world outside, but inside, Obi-Wan's heart was alight with the warmth of possibilities yet to come.

***

Weeks cascaded into months, and the cozy bookstore continued to be a sanctuary of shared glances and unspoken words between Cody and Obi-Wan. The subtle transformation in their relationship was like a quietly unfolding novel, each chapter revealing deeper layers of connection and affection.

During the week, Cody and his brother Rex would frequent the store to study, their heads bent over books and notes. Rex, observant and perceptive, began to notice the nuanced changes in the air whenever Cody and Obi-Wan interacted. It was in the way Cody's eyes would unconsciously seek out Obi-Wan, lighting up when their gazes met. It was in the lingering smiles, the soft timbre of their voices, rich with an undercurrent of something more than just friendship.

One quiet afternoon, as the golden sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rows of books, Rex watched as Cody and Obi-Wan shared a laugh over a small anecdote Obi-Wan had recounted. The laughter faded, but their smiles remained, a silent acknowledgement of the joy they found in each other’s company.

Rex leaned back in his chair, his book momentarily forgotten. He had seen his brother in various stages of life, but this was different. Cody was smitten, thoroughly and irrevocably, with Obi-Wan. And from what Rex could tell, the feeling was mutual.

Later, as they packed up to leave, Rex decided to broach the subject. "Cody, can I ask you something?" he said, his tone casual but curious.

Cody looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Sure, what's up?"

"It's about Obi-Wan," Rex started, watching Cody's reaction closely. "I've noticed... well, it seems like there's something more between you two. Am I wrong?"

Cody's face flushed a soft shade of pink, a mix of embarrassment and realization dawning on him. "I... well, I guess it's hard to hide," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I do like him, Rex. More than I probably should."

Rex nodded, understanding and supportive. "And I think he feels the same, Cody. I've seen the way he looks at you."

Cody’s eyes held a blend of hope and uncertainty. "Do you think so?" he asked, the question laden with the weight of his feelings.

"I do," Rex affirmed, placing a reassuring hand on Cody's shoulder. "Just be careful, okay? I want you to be happy, but I also don't want you to get hurt."

Cody nodded, a silent appreciation in his gaze. "Thanks, Rex. I'll be careful. I promise."

As they stepped out of the bookstore, Rex glanced back at Obi-Wan, who was watching them leave. There was a softness in Obi-Wan's eyes, a look that spoke volumes. Rex felt a sense of reassurance, a belief that whatever was brewing between Cody and Obi-Wan was genuine and profound.

The walk home was filled with contemplative silence, both brothers lost in their thoughts. Cody was grappling with the newfound acknowledgment of his feelings for Obi-Wan, the possibilities and fears it entailed. Rex, on the other hand, was contemplating the changing dynamics, hopeful yet cautious about the future.

The bookstore, a haven of stories and dreams, had unknowingly become the stage for their own evolving story, a narrative rich with emotion and the promise of something beautiful yet to be fully realized.

That night, under the canopy of a starlit sky, Rex found himself wrestling with a turmoil of thoughts. Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling, the shadows cast by the moonlight playing across the room. His mind replayed the conversation with Cody, the admission, the hope in his brother's eyes. Yet, intermingled with these reflections was a growing seed of worry, a concern that gnawed at the edges of his initial support.

Seven years. The age difference between Cody and Obi-Wan lingered in Rex's mind, a stark number that seemed to grow more significant in the quiet of the night. He turned over on his side, a sense of unease settling over him. Had he been too quick to encourage Cody? Was he inadvertently setting his brother up for a fall?

The more Rex thought about it, the more the idea of their relationship began to unsettle him. Obi-Wan, with his quiet charm and mature demeanor, was a world apart from the youthful, spirited Cody. Rex respected Obi-Wan, admired him even, for the sanctuary he had created in the bookstore, for the way he had welcomed them both. But this, this was different.

The clock ticked on, its rhythmic sound a steady reminder of the passing hours. Rex turned again, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He cared deeply for Cody, wanted nothing but happiness for him, but the thought of his brother potentially getting hurt was unbearable.

The thought stayed with Rex, a persistent echo throughout the night. By the time morning arrived, painting the room with the first light of dawn, Rex had made a decision. He couldn't, in good conscience, encourage this relationship. The risk, he felt, was too great.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, Cody lost in his thoughts, likely about Obi-Wan, while Rex grappled with how to voice his concerns. As they prepared to leave for the day, Rex finally spoke up.

"Cody, about yesterday... I've been thinking," he began, his voice hesitant. "Maybe I was too quick to... you know, about you and Obi-Wan."

Cody looked at him, a frown creasing his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's a great guy, but he's also seven years older than you. That's not a small thing," Rex said, the words difficult but necessary.

Cody's expression shifted, a blend of confusion and hurt flickering in his eyes. "I thought you were okay with it," he replied, a note of defensiveness creeping into his voice.

"I am, or I was," Rex said, struggling to articulate his turmoil. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, Cody. Relationships are complicated, and with the age gap, it's just... I don't know."

The brothers walked in silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken words. Rex's heart was heavy with concern, while Cody’s mind raced with a mix of doubt and disappointment.

As they reached the bookstore, the familiar chime of the doorbell sounded almost melancholic. Rex cast a glance at Cody, who offered a forced smile before heading to his usual spot to study.

Rex watched him go, a knot of worry in his stomach. He hoped he had done the right thing, yet the uncertainty remained, a lingering question mark over the complexities of the heart.

****

The evening found Obi-Wan stepping into a familiar café, a place steeped in nostalgia and echoes of his university days. Here, beneath the warm glow of dimmed lights and the soft murmur of conversations, he was meeting his old friends, Mace, Plo Koon, and Quinlan. They had shared not just a dorm but countless memories during their university years. Now, each had carved their own path, teaching at the university, molding minds in academic halls. Obi-Wan, though, had chosen a different route, one that indulged his love for literature in the quaint confines of his bookstore.

As they settled into a quiet corner, the air was filled with laughter and the easy banter of old friends reuniting. Mace, always the perceptive one, noticed a subtle change in Obi-Wan, a certain preoccupation in his usually serene demeanor.

"Everything alright, Obi-Wan?" Mace inquired, his gaze sharp but concerned.

Obi-Wan hesitated, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. The café, with its soft jazz playing in the background and the gentle clink of cups, suddenly felt too intimate, too revealing. "Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk about," he began, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

The others leaned in, a silent show of support and curiosity. Plo Koon, with his kindly eyes, gave Obi-Wan an encouraging nod.

"It's about one of your students, Plo," Obi-Wan continued, his eyes meeting Plo's. "Cody, he's been working at my bookstore for a while now, and... well, I think I might have feelings for him."

A hush fell over the group, the revelation hanging in the air. Quinlan raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and intrigue on his face. "Cody? He's a bright kid, top of his class in architecture," he commented.

"I think I have feelings for him. But I haven’t felt this way since... since Satine."

The mention of Satine brought a collective nod of understanding from the group. They remembered all too well the heartbreak Obi-Wan had endured, how Satine, a fellow student back then, had drifted away from him, leaving him with a wound that had taken years to heal.

Mace, leaning forward, placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. "That was a tough time for you, we all know that. But it's been six years, Obi-Wan. You can't let one bad experience dictate your life."

Quinlan, always the more outspoken, chimed in. "Six years isn’t a huge age gap, and from what I've seen of Cody in my classes, he's mature for his age. He’s not Satine, Obi-Wan. You can't project the past onto him."

Plo Koon, his voice gentle and reassuring, added, "It's natural to be cautious, Obi-Wan, but you also deserve happiness. We've all seen bigger age differences work out just fine. The question is, does he make you happy?"

The question lingered in the air, mingling with the soft jazz notes that filled the café. Obi-Wan pondered, his gaze distant. "He does," he admitted, almost in a whisper. "There’s a warmth, a connection I haven’t felt in a long time. I just don’t want to rush into anything."

"Then take it slow," Mace advised, his tone supportive. "Get to know him better outside the bookstore. But don’t let fear hold you back, Obi-Wan. You’ve been guarding your heart for a long time. Maybe it's time to let someone in again."

The conversation gradually shifted to other topics, but the support and understanding from his friends left a profound impact on Obi-Wan. As he left the café that evening, a sense of clarity began to settle in his mind. The night air was crisp and clear, echoing the newfound resolution in his heart.

The walk home was contemplative, Obi-Wan’s thoughts centered on Cody. The idea of exploring this budding relationship, cautiously yet earnestly, felt like a new beginning, a chance to step out of the shadows of the past.

As he unlocked the door to his home, Obi-Wan felt a gentle stirring of hope within him. The memories of Satine would always be a part of him, but now, perhaps, it was time for a new chapter, one where he could explore the possibilities that lay with Cody, a chapter filled with the promise of something genuine and heartfelt. The thought brought a small, hopeful smile to his face as he stepped inside, ready to embrace whatever the future might hold.

****

In the quiet sanctuary of the bookstore, where the stories whispered from aged pages and the subtle scent of books filled the air, a delicate balance had been maintained for months. Obi-Wan and Cody, each moving in their own orbits, had established a dance of friendship and unspoken emotions, a rhythm that had become a comforting part of their daily lives. Yet, beneath the surface of this camaraderie, deeper currents flowed – currents of which Obi-Wan was only half-aware and had convinced himself were one-sided.

Rex, ever observant and protective of his elder brother, had seen the way Cody's eyes would linger on Obi-Wan, the way his laughter seemed brighter, his smiles more frequent whenever Obi-Wan was near. It was clear to Rex that Cody harbored deeper feelings for Obi-Wan, feelings that Obi-Wan, in his cautious restraint, had either missed or chosen to ignore.

One evening, as the bookstore was winding down and the soft glow of the lamps cast a cozy ambiance, Rex approached Obi-Wan at the counter. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced by a seriousness that immediately drew Obi-Wan's attention.

"Obi-Wan, can we talk?" Rex's voice carried a gravity that signaled the importance of his words.

"Of course, Rex. What's on your mind?" Obi-Wan responded, his expression one of open concern.

Rex took a deep breath, his protective instinct for Cody at the forefront. "It's about Cody," he began, his gaze steady. "I know he's more than just a friend to you, and you to him. But he's my brother, and I've always looked out for him. I've seen how he looks at you, and I'm worried."

Obi-Wan felt a flush of surprise and confusion. "Rex, I assure you, there's nothing inappropriate—"

"I'm not saying there is," Rex interrupted, his tone firm yet measured. "I just want you to be aware of how much influence you have over him. He's younger, and you're his employer. I don't want him getting hurt."

The words hit Obi-Wan like a wave, a mixture of guilt and realization washing over him. He had always prided himself on his integrity, especially regarding Cody. The idea that he might unwittingly be leading Cody on, or worse, taking advantage of his feelings, was deeply unsettling.

"Rex, I... I never intended," Obi-Wan stammered, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "I've always seen our relationship as purely platonic. If Cody feels otherwise... I had no idea."

Rex nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I know you're a good guy, Obi-Wan. But sometimes, we don't see the whole picture. Just... be careful, okay?"

Obi-Wan nodded silently, his mind reeling from the conversation. As Rex walked away, a heavy silence settled over Obi-Wan. The realization that his feelings for Cody might be mutual, and the implications of acting on them, were suddenly very real and daunting.

The store emptied, leaving Obi-Wan alone with his thoughts. The books, once sources of comfort and escape, now stood as silent witnesses to his internal turmoil. He felt a pang of something akin to shame, mixed with a fear of causing Cody any pain. The possibility of mutual affection, which should have brought joy, now seemed fraught with complexities and moral dilemmas.

Locking up the bookstore that night, Obi-Wan stepped out into the cool air, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Rex's words echoed in his ears, a reminder of the responsibility he held, not just as Cody's employer but as someone who, despite his denials, might hold a piece of Cody's heart. The walk home was longer than usual, each step heavy with contemplation and a newfound wariness of the path his heart had unwittingly taken.

***

The following Saturday dawned with a sense of foreboding for Obi-Wan. Rex's words from their previous conversation echoed in his mind, a constant, nagging reminder of the complexity and potential consequences of his feelings for Cody. As he prepared the bookstore for the day, each action felt heavier, each decision more consequential. The usual excitement he felt in anticipation of Cody's arrival was now tinged with a sense of trepidation.

When Cody finally stepped through the door, his usual bright smile in place, Obi-Wan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He greeted Cody with a polite nod and a subdued "good morning," a stark contrast to their usually warm exchanges. Cody, taken aback by the formal greeting, tried to gauge Obi-Wan's mood.

"Everything okay, Obi-Wan?" Cody asked, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

Obi-Wan forced a smile, his heart heavy. "Yes, everything's fine. Just one of those mornings, you know?"

As the day progressed, Obi-Wan found himself consciously maintaining a distance from Cody, his interactions professional and devoid of their usual camaraderie. He avoided lingering conversations, focusing instead on mundane tasks and keeping himself busy with stocking shelves and organizing the back office.

Cody, sensing the change in Obi-Wan's demeanor, couldn't help but feel a sting of hurt. The warm, comfortable atmosphere they had cultivated over the months seemed to have evaporated, leaving a cold void in its place. He found himself glancing at Obi-Wan frequently, trying to understand the sudden shift. Each curt response, each avoided eye contact from Obi-Wan, felt like a small rejection, a denial of the connection he had come to cherish.

The usually lively bookstore felt oppressively quiet to Cody, the silence between them a stark reminder of the intangible barrier that had formed overnight. He tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Obi-Wan, to the laughter and conversations that now felt like distant memories.

As the day neared its end, and the sun cast long shadows across the bookstore, Cody approached Obi-Wan at the counter, a sense of resolve in his steps.

"Obi-Wan, if I've done something to upset you, please tell me," Cody said, his voice low and earnest. "I thought we were friends, but it feels like you're avoiding me today."

Obi-Wan hesitated, torn between his own feelings and the responsibility he felt towards Cody. "Cody, you haven't done anything wrong. It's just me... I need to sort out some things. I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable."

Cody searched Obi-Wan's face for clues, for any sign of the warmth he had grown accustomed to. "Okay, if you're sure. Just know that I'm here if you need to talk," he offered, the words spoken with genuine care.

The finality of the day's closing brought a sense of relief to Obi-Wan, yet also a deep-seated regret. As he locked the doors and watched Cody walk away, a part of him yearned to call out, to bridge the gap he had created. But the fear of what might happen, of stepping over a line he wasn't sure existed, held him back.

That night, Obi-Wan lay awake, the events of the day replaying in his mind. The distance he had put between them felt like a necessary precaution, yet it also felt like a loss, a step away from something that might have been beautiful. In his heart, he knew that his feelings for Cody were more than mere friendship, but Rex's words, the potential imbalance of their relationship, loomed large, casting a shadow over any possibility of exploring what those feelings might mean. The quiet loneliness of his room was a stark contrast to the lively, warm presence of Cody, a reminder of the delicate dance of human emotions and the choices that define them.

Cody, feeling a whirlwind of confusion and hurt after the day at the bookstore, knew there was only one person who could provide the clarity he so desperately sought: his grandfather, Jaster. Jaster had always been a pillar of wisdom in Cody's life, offering guidance and understanding in moments of uncertainty.

As Cody drove to his grandfather's house, the familiar route offered little comfort. His mind replayed the day's events, each interaction with Obi-Wan scrutinized, each moment of distance dissected. The more he thought about it, the more bewildered he felt. He had been so sure, so hopeful, about the connection they shared.

Arriving at Jaster's home, a quaint cottage surrounded by a well-tended garden, Cody felt a slight easing of the tension that had built up inside him. Jaster, a robust man in his late seventies with a gentle smile and eyes that sparkled with a mix of mischief and wisdom, greeted Cody warmly.

"Cody, my boy, what brings you here?" Jaster asked, his voice rich with affection as he led Cody into the cozy living room.

Cody took a deep breath, the familiar scents of the house – a blend of old books and a hint of pine – providing a small sense of comfort. "Grandpa, I... I need some advice," he began, hesitantly.

Jaster settled into his favorite armchair, gesturing for Cody to sit across from him. "You know you can tell me anything, Cody."

It took a moment for Cody to find the words, his emotions a tangled web. "It's about Obi-Wan," he said finally, his voice laced with a mix of hope and apprehension. "I think I've fallen for him. More than just a friend. But lately, he's been distant, and I don't understand why. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Jaster listened intently, his expression one of understanding and empathy. "Love can be a tricky thing, Cody. It opens us up in ways we never expect. But tell me, have you shared these feelings with Obi-Wan?"

Cody shook his head, a sense of regret washing over him. "No, I haven't. I was actually working up the courage to ask him out for drinks or something. But now, with the way he's been acting, I'm not sure if he even sees me that way."

Jaster leaned forward, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Cody, sometimes people react out of fear or uncertainty, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Maybe Obi-Wan is dealing with his own doubts or concerns. The best course might be to talk to him openly about how you feel."

Cody nodded, the wisdom in his grandfather's words resonating within him. "I just don't want to ruin what we already have," he admitted, the fear of rejection clear in his voice.

"Sometimes, taking a risk is the only way to find true happiness," Jaster said gently. "But whatever you decide, know that it's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay to feel what you're feeling."

The conversation continued, Jaster offering both comfort and counsel, helping Cody navigate the tumultuous waters of his emotions. As Cody left his grandfather's house later that evening, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The advice to be open and honest with Obi-Wan echoed in his mind, a daunting yet necessary step he knew he had to take.

The drive back was contemplative, Cody's thoughts a mix of apprehension and resolve. The idea of baring his heart to Obi-Wan was frightening, yet the possibility of discovering a mutual affection, of exploring the potential of what they could be, offered a glimmer of hope. He knew the conversation with Obi-Wan wouldn't be easy, but it was a bridge he was now willing to cross, armed with the wisdom and encouragement from the one person who had always guided him through life's complexities.

Cody, carrying the weight of his newfound resolve, sought out Rex the following day. He found his younger brother immersed in his studies at the bookstore, his brow furrowed in concentration. The air was filled with the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the city outside – a peaceful backdrop to the tumultuous emotions swirling within Cody.

"Rex, can we talk for a sec?" Cody asked, his voice tinged with both determination and apprehension.

Rex looked up, his expression shifting to one of concern. "Sure, what's up?"

Cody took a deep breath, the words he had rehearsed with his grandfather now sitting on the edge of his tongue. "I've decided to ask Obi-Wan out, after the exams are over. I know you have your doubts, but I feel like this is something I have to do."

Rex's eyes widened slightly, a mix of worry and surprise evident in his gaze. "Cody, are you sure about this? I mean, Obi-Wan's a great guy, but the age difference, and him being your boss..."

Cody nodded, a resolute look in his eyes. "I know, but I can't shake these feelings, Rex. I need to know if there's a chance for something more between us."

Rex sighed, his protective instincts kicking in. "Alright, just... be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt."

Cody offered a small, grateful smile. "I will. Thanks, Rex."

The conversation lingered in Rex's mind as he returned to his studies, a sense of foreboding accompanying his thoughts. He couldn't help but worry about the potential fallout, the complications that could arise from Cody's confession.

Later that day, as Rex was packing up his things, Obi-Wan approached him. "Rex, could you pass a message to Cody for me? I won't be here tomorrow when he's supposed to work. I have to help Quinlan with some exam corrections for his literature courses."

Rex, caught off guard by the request, nodded. "Sure, I'll let him know. Anything else?"

Obi-Wan hesitated, a troubled look crossing his face. "Just... tell him I'm sorry for missing the day. I'll make it up to him."

Rex observed Obi-Wan closely, sensing an undercurrent of something unspoken in his tone. "No problem, Obi-Wan. I'll pass it along."

As Rex left the bookstore, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Obi-Wan's request, innocent as it seemed, felt like another piece in the complex puzzle of emotions and intentions surrounding his brother and the bookstore owner.

The walk home was filled with Rex's internal debate – the desire to protect Cody from potential heartache, the hope that perhaps something beautiful could blossom between him and Obi-Wan, and the fear of being caught in the middle of it all. He knew he would have to tread carefully, to be there for Cody, come what may, while also respecting his brother's decision to follow his heart.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, left alone in the quiet bookstore, felt a pang of regret at the lie he had told Rex. The truth was, he needed time to think, to process his own feelings for Cody, which he had kept buried beneath a veneer of friendship and professionalism. Helping Quinlan was just a convenient excuse to put some distance between himself and Cody, to avoid facing the reality of what might happen if Cody ever revealed his feelings.

The bookstore closed for the night, and Obi-Wan walked home under a starlit sky, his thoughts a tangled web of fear, longing, and uncertainty. The prospect of Cody asking him out, something he had both yearned for and dreaded, now loomed large in his mind, a decision that could change everything. He knew he would have to face his feelings soon, but for now, the night offered a brief respite, a chance to gather his courage for the days ahead.

Rex walked into the bustling atmosphere of their family home, the sounds of life and laughter echoing through the halls. He found Cody in the kitchen, surrounded by the usual chaos of their younger siblings. The air was thick with the aroma of dinner cooking, and the countertop was cluttered with various ingredients and utensils.

"Cody, got a minute?" Rex asked, motioning for his brother to step aside from the commotion.

Cody wiped his hands on a dish towel and followed Rex to the quieter living room. "What's up?" he asked, noting the serious expression on Rex's face.

Rex hesitated, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on him. He knew what he was about to do might hurt Cody, but he believed it was for the best. "I talked to Obi-Wan at the bookstore today. He asked me to tell you he won't be in tomorrow. Said he's got... a date."

Cody's expression faltered, a visible shadow crossing his face. "A date?" he repeated, the word sounding hollow, distant. A myriad of emotions flickered across his eyes – confusion, hurt, a sense of betrayal.

"Yeah," Rex continued, his voice laced with feigned casualness. "I guess he's seeing someone."

Cody turned away, his gaze falling to the floor. The news felt like a physical blow, a sharp, unexpected pain that cut through the hope he had been nurturing. All the moments he had shared with Obi-Wan, the laughter, the deep conversations, suddenly seemed insignificant, overshadowed by this revelation.

"I... I see," Cody managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for telling me."

Rex watched his brother retreat into himself, a part of him regretting the lie but holding onto the belief that it was better for Cody to face this disappointment now rather than later.

Cody excused himself, citing a need for some fresh air. He stepped outside into the cool evening, the sky painted with hues of twilight. The world around him felt suddenly distant, unimportant. He walked aimlessly, his mind replaying every interaction with Obi-Wan, searching for signs he had missed, clues that Obi-Wan was interested in someone else.

The hurt settled in his chest, a heavy, aching presence. He had been so close to revealing his feelings, so close to taking that leap. Now, the thought of Obi-Wan with someone else made him question everything – their friendship, the connection he had felt, the moments he had cherished.

Back at the house, Rex observed his brother's departure with a conflicted heart. He knew he had taken a risk, one that might backfire. But in his mind, he was protecting Cody, shielding him from a potential heartbreak that could shatter him. Rex hoped that, in time, Cody would understand and forgive him for this deception.

As the night deepened, both brothers were lost in their thoughts, each grappling with the complexities of emotions and the decisions that had led them to this point. For Cody, it was a night of heartache and questioning, a turning point in his feelings for Obi-Wan. For Rex, it was a restless night, filled with doubt and the hope that he had made the right choice. The path ahead was uncertain, the outcome unknown, but the journey of their hearts continued, each step laden with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths.

As Obi-Wan and Quinlan sat in the quietude of Quinlan's office, surrounded by the academic trappings of marked papers and textbooks, the air was filled with the rhythmic scratching of pens and an undercurrent of thoughtful silence. It was in this contemplative atmosphere that Obi-Wan broached the subject weighing heavily on his mind.

“Quinlan, can we talk about something personal?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice tinged with hesitance.

Quinlan glanced up, his sharp eyes softening. “Of course, Obi-Wan. What’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan delved into the heart of his turmoil. “It’s about Cody. Rex, his brother, warned me off, saying I might be reading too much into our friendship. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but I’m... I’m not sure of my own feelings anymore.”

Quinlan leaned back, his expression turning pensive. “I’ve been to your store, Obi-Wan. I’ve seen you and Cody together. There’s a connection there, and it’s not just one-sided. Cody looks at you in a way that’s more than just friendly.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and introspection flickering across his face. “You think so? I’ve been convincing myself that he just sees me as a friend, nothing more.”

“From what I’ve seen, there’s definitely something there,” Quinlan affirmed, his voice steady and reassuring. “Cody’s feelings seem to mirror your own. There’s a warmth, a mutual respect and something deeper. I think you’re both dancing around something that’s pretty clear to an outside observer.”

The words stirred something in Obi-Wan, a glimmer of hope mixed with a swirl of apprehension. “But what about the concerns Rex raised? The age difference, the fact that he works for me?”

Quinlan considered this for a moment. “Those are valid concerns, but they don’t have to be deal-breakers. You’re both adults, and as long as you approach this with honesty and respect, there’s no reason not to explore what you both clearly feel.”

Obi-Wan absorbed his friend's words, feeling a tumultuous mix of emotions. The possibility that Cody might reciprocate his feelings changed everything. It turned his carefully maintained distance into an unnecessary barrier, his caution into a potential lost opportunity.

As they wrapped up their work and parted ways, Obi-Wan felt a newfound sense of clarity. Quinlan’s observations had given him a different perspective, a nudge toward facing the truth of his feelings and the potential of what lay between him and Cody.

Walking back to the bookstore, Obi-Wan’s mind was alight with possibilities. The thought of having a conversation with Cody, of possibly stepping into a relationship, was both daunting and exhilarating. He realized now that he owed it to both of them to find out where their mutual affection could lead.

That evening, as Obi-Wan walked through the quiet streets, his thoughts were filled with Cody. The prospect of opening up about his feelings, of potentially starting a new chapter together, brought a mix of nerves and excitement. The night seemed to hold a sense of promise, a whisper of what could be if he only dared to reach out and grasp it. With each step, Obi-Wan felt a growing resolve. It was time to step out of the shadows of doubt and into the light of possibility.

***

The walk back to his car from the bookstore felt longer than usual for Cody. The day had been strangely hollow without Obi-Wan's presence, the store's usually comforting atmosphere now tinged with a sense of emptiness. As he passed by the university, lost in his thoughts, a familiar figure caught his eye.

There, in the soft glow of the streetlights, was Obi-Wan, engaged in what appeared to be a heartfelt hug with Professor Quinlan Voss. Cody stopped in his tracks, a pang of hurt coursing through him. The scene before him seemed to confirm his worst fears - the warning from Rex, the distance Obi-Wan had been maintaining, and now this. His heart sank as he jumped to the conclusion that this must be the date Rex had mentioned.

In that moment, the pieces fell into place in the most painful way. Cody watched as Obi-Wan and Quinlan parted ways, each with a friendly pat on the back and a smile. But to Cody, it appeared as a confirmation of a budding relationship, a visual representation of his unrequited feelings.

Feeling a mix of sadness and resignation, Cody continued to his car, his steps heavy with a sense of defeat. The pain of what he perceived as unreturned affection weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over the fond memories he had of his time in the bookstore with Obi-Wan.

The drive home was a blur, Cody's mind preoccupied with the scene he had just witnessed. The thought of continuing to work and study at the bookstore, in the constant presence of Obi-Wan, seemed unbearable now. How could he keep subjecting himself to this heartache, day after day, knowing that his feelings were one-sided?

By the time he reached home, Cody had made up his mind. He couldn't keep putting himself through this emotional turmoil. The bookstore, once a place of joy and learning, had become a reminder of his unreciprocated feelings. It was time to step back, to distance himself from the source of his pain.

That night, Cody lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the day's events. The thought of not seeing Obi-Wan every day brought a profound sense of loss, yet he knew he needed to protect his heart. He would find another place to study, maybe even look for a different job. It would be hard, but he needed to heal, to move past these feelings that now seemed so misguided.

As sleep finally claimed him, Cody felt a sense of resolve amidst the heartache. He would start tomorrow afresh, a step away from the past and towards a future where he could mend the pieces of his broken heart. The journey ahead would be difficult, but necessary – a path he must walk to find peace and, hopefully, one day, a love that was returned.

***

In the quietude of the bookstore on Monday evening, a sense of finality hung in the air as thick as the scent of old books. Cody, weighed down by a heavy heart, pushed open the door, his footsteps echoing softly in the silent space. The familiar sight of Obi-Wan behind the counter, a staple in this refuge of literature, now only amplified the ache in Cody's heart.

Obi-Wan looked up, his features brightening momentarily before registering the seriousness in Cody’s demeanor. “Cody, what's the matter?” he asked, concern etching his voice.

Gathering his resolve, Cody spoke, his voice steady but laced with an underlying current of pain. "Obi-Wan, I... I need to step back from the job here. It's just... things have become too complicated."

The words struck Obi-Wan like a physical blow, surprise and confusion clouding his face. "Complicated? How? Cody, what’s happened?"

Cody hesitated, his gaze drifting away. “It’s just... working here, with you being my boss and all... I think I might have gotten the wrong idea about... us.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

Obi-Wan’s heart sank, a surge of guilt washing over him. Rex’s warning echoed in his mind, and Cody’s words seemed to confirm his worst fears – that he had inadvertently misused his position of authority.

“I’m so sorry, Cody. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I never intended...” Obi-Wan’s words trailed off, the realization of the situation leaving him at a loss.

Cody shook his head, offering a weak, resigned smile. “It’s not your fault, Obi-Wan. I just need some time to sort things out on my own. This job... it’s meant a lot to me, but right now, I think it’s best if I leave.”

The conversation was brief, the air between them filled with a myriad of unspoken thoughts and emotions. As Cody turned to leave, Obi-Wan felt a deep sense of regret, his own feelings tangled in a web of misunderstanding and perceived improprieties.

“Goodbye, Obi-Wan,” Cody said quietly, his hand on the door.

“Goodbye, Cody,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The door closed softly, leaving Obi-Wan alone among the shelves and books, the pillars of his life that now seemed cold and distant. The store, once a haven of warmth and connection, now felt empty, a stark reminder of what he had lost.

As the night drew in, Obi-Wan stood motionless, lost in a sea of regret and confusion. The pain of Cody’s departure was compounded by the thought that he had, however unintentionally, caused Cody distress. The realization that his own repressed feelings might have contributed to the situation only deepened his sense of guilt.

The bookstore closed for the night, but for Obi-Wan, there was no respite from his thoughts. He walked home under the starlit sky, each step a reminder of the delicate dance of emotions and power dynamics that had led to this moment of separation and heartache. The missed opportunity and the misinterpretation of their relationship weighed heavily on his soul, a poignant testament to the complexity of human connections and the unintended consequences of unvoiced feelings.

****

In the days following Cody’s resignation from the bookstore, a palpable change had settled over him, like a shadow dimming his usually bright demeanor. The bustling energy of their family home, usually a source of comfort and liveliness, now seemed to barely register in Cody's world. He moved through the days quietly, his usual enthusiasm dulled, his laughter rare and subdued.

Rex watched his brother with a growing sense of concern and guilt. He had never seen Cody like this — so withdrawn and despondent. The lively debates, the shared jokes, and the easy banter that had always been a staple of their relationship seemed to have evaporated. Cody was physically present, yet emotionally distant, lost in his own thoughts.

Their study sessions at the bookstore, once a routine part of their week, had ceased. The absence of those visits was not just a change in location but a symbol of the emotional rift that had formed. Rex could sense the void the bookstore, and more specifically, Obi-Wan, had left in Cody’s life.

One evening, as they sat in their shared room, the silence was almost tangible. Rex glanced over at Cody, who was staring blankly at a textbook, his notes untouched. The usual fervor for his studies was absent, replaced by a listless disinterest.

"Hey, Cody," Rex started tentatively, breaking the silence. "You know, if you want to talk about anything... I'm here."

Cody looked up, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. "Thanks, Rex. But what's there to say? I made a fool of myself over Obi-Wan, and now I have to live with it."

Rex frowned, his heart aching for his brother. "You didn't make a fool of yourself. You had feelings, that's normal. And you couldn't have known how things would turn out."

Cody sighed, a forlorn expression on his face. "Maybe, but it doesn’t change how things are now. I just feel so... lost. I miss the bookstore, I miss... him. But going back there, seeing him, it's just too painful."

Rex reached out, placing a hand on Cody's shoulder. "I get it, and I'm sorry you're going through this. But maybe, with time, it'll get easier. You'll find a way to move on."

Cody nodded, but the lack of conviction in his response was evident. The wound was still fresh, the loss too recent for any words of comfort to truly take hold.

The room fell back into silence, each brother lost in his own thoughts. Rex couldn't help but feel responsible for the part he had played in this situation. His intention had been to protect Cody, but in doing so, had he inadvertently deepened his brother's heartache?

As the night wore on, the quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions within. For Cody, it was a struggle to come to terms with his feelings, to find a way to heal from a love unrequited. For Rex, it was a time of reflection and regret, wondering if there was something more he could have done, some way he could have helped his brother navigate the complexities of his heart. The bond between the brothers remained, a constant in their ever-changing lives, but the shadow of what had transpired at the bookstore lingered, a silent testament to the intricacies of love and loss.

***

In the weeks that followed, the change in Obi-Wan was not only apparent to himself but also to those around him. His friends, particularly Plo Koon, Quinlan, and Mace, who had known him through various chapters of his life, could not help but notice the cloud of melancholy that seemed to have settled over him.

They often gathered at their usual haunt, a cozy café where they had spent countless evenings discussing everything from literature to the nuances of life. But recently, these meetings had taken on a different tone, with Obi-Wan's usual animated discussions replaced by a somber quietness.

One evening, as they sat around a table laden with half-finished cups of coffee, Plo Koon broached the subject that had been silently hovering over them. "Obi-Wan, you've been awfully quiet these past few weeks. Is everything alright?"

Obi-Wan offered a strained smile, stirring his coffee absently. "I'm fine, Plo. Just got a lot on my mind, I guess."

Quinlan leaned forward, his eyes studying Obi-Wan closely. "It's about Cody, isn't it? You haven't been the same since he left the bookstore."

Obi-Wan sighed, the façade of normalcy crumbling. "Yes, it's about Cody. I thought I was doing the right thing, keeping a distance. But now, I just feel like I've lost a part of myself. I miss him, and I regret not telling him how I truly feel."

Mace, ever the voice of reason, added, "You might still have a chance, Obi-Wan. Why not reach out to him?"

"It's too late for that," Obi-Wan replied, a note of resignation in his voice. "I think I hurt him more than I realized. And I can't shake off the feeling that I misused my position as his boss."

As the conversation continued, Plo Koon shared his own observations. "I've noticed a change in Cody as well, in my classes. His work isn’t what it used to be. He seems distracted, disconnected. It's clear that whatever happened between you two has affected him deeply."

The revelation only added to Obi-Wan's sense of guilt and regret. The thought of Cody suffering because of him was a bitter pill to swallow.

The evening wound down with words of encouragement from his friends, but Obi-Wan’s spirits remained low. As he walked home, the once-familiar streets seemed to echo his loneliness, each step a reminder of the void that Cody's absence had left in his life.

Meanwhile, Cody was grappling with his own sorrow. The absence of the bookstore in his daily routine felt like a missing limb, an emptiness that nothing else could fill. He tried to immerse himself in his studies, to lose himself in the world of architecture, but the passion that once drove him felt dimmed, overshadowed by his heartache.

As both men navigated their separate lives, the shared memories of their time in the bookstore haunted them, a bittersweet reminder of what had once been and what could have been. The quiet understanding and companionship that had blossomed in the aisles of the bookstore now felt like a distant dream, a chapter closed too soon in the story of their lives. The weight of unspoken words and missed opportunities lingered heavily, a silent testament to the complexities of the heart and the paths not taken.

****

After his architecture class, Cody lingered, his focus lost amidst his designs and thoughts. The usual excitement that came with creating and planning had dimmed under the shadow of his feelings for Obi-Wan and the seeming confirmation of their unrequited nature.

Plo Koon, having watched Cody's demeanor change over the past weeks, approached him with a mix of concern and understanding. “Cody, may I have a moment with you?” he asked gently.

Cody looked up, a bit surprised, and nodded. They moved to a quieter corner of the room, away from the bustling energy of departing students.

Plo Koon, with the empathy of a seasoned educator and mentor, spoke softly, “I’ve noticed you’ve been quite down recently. If there’s something on your mind, perhaps I can offer some perspective.”

Cody hesitated, then the words spilled out. “It’s about Obi-Wan,” he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. “I thought there was something more between us, but then I saw him with Professor Voss. It just confirmed my fears that my feelings aren’t reciprocated.”

Plo Koon's expression shifted to one of gentle clarification. “Cody, what you saw was a misunderstanding. Obi-Wan wasn’t on a date with Professor Voss. He was merely assisting him with some academic work. In fact, Obi-Wan has been quite troubled since you left the bookstore, especially after an encounter with your brother, Rex.”

Cody's brow furrowed, a mixture of confusion and surprise evident on his face. “Rex? What does he have to do with this?”

“From what I understand, Rex had a conversation with Obi-Wan, warning him about the potential impropriety of any feelings he might have towards you, given his position as your employer. It seems to have deeply affected Obi-Wan, leading him to distance himself as a precaution,” Plo explained carefully.

This revelation struck Cody with a mix of emotions. The idea that Rex had intervened, that Obi-Wan might have feelings for him after all, but had pulled away because of a sense of propriety, was both shocking and illuminating.

“Thank you, Professor,” Cody said, a new sense of clarity dawning within him. “This changes everything. I need to talk to Obi-Wan, clear the air.”

Cody left the university, his mind racing with this new information. The weight of his heartache was still there, but now it was tempered with a sense of hope, a possibility that maybe, just maybe, things between him and Obi-Wan could be mended.

Meanwhile, Plo Koon watched Cody leave, hoping his intervention would help two people, evidently fond of each other, find their way back from the misunderstandings that had driven them apart. The complexities of the human heart, he knew, were never straightforward, but in this case, he sensed a genuine affection that deserved a chance to be explored and understood.

Cody entered the bookstore with a heart full of mixed emotions - apprehension, hope, and a newfound determination following his conversation with Plo Koon. The familiar bell chimed above the door, a sound that once brought him comfort, now a herald of the crucial conversation ahead.

The bookstore was quiet, save for the soft murmur of a few patrons in the study nook. The shelves stood like silent sentinels, witnesses to the countless interactions and unspoken words between him and Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan himself was not behind the counter, not amidst the aisles where he usually would be, organizing or recommending books to customers.

Driven by a blend of urgency and trepidation, Cody moved towards the back of the store, where a small office and storage room lay. As he approached, he could see Obi-Wan through the half-open door. He was sitting at his desk, his posture one of deep contemplation, a stark contrast to the usual energy and warmth he exuded.

"Obi-Wan?" Cody called out softly, knocking gently on the open door.

Obi-Wan looked up, his expression transforming from solemn introspection to mild surprise. "Cody," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions. "I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything okay?"

Cody stepped inside, closing the door behind him for privacy. "We need to talk," he began, his heart beating faster with each word. "About us, about what happened."

Obi-Wan stood up, a sense of wariness in his posture. "Cody, if this is about your job, you don’t need to explain. I understand why you left."

"It's not just about the job, Obi-Wan," Cody replied, his eyes searching Obi-Wan's. "It's about us, about what I thought was happening between us. I saw you with Professor Voss and thought... But Plo Koon told me the truth, about why you've been distant."

Obi-Wan's expression shifted to one of realization, then regret. "Cody, I... Your brother, Rex, came to me. He was concerned about the nature of our relationship, given our positions. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or misuse my role as your boss."

Cody took a step closer, his voice firm yet filled with emotion. "But did you ever consider how I felt? Obi-Wan, I have feelings for you. I thought you might feel the same, but then you pulled away, and I didn't understand why."

The confession hung in the air, a vulnerable truth laid bare. Obi-Wan looked at Cody, his own emotions surfacing - a mixture of affection and fear, hope and uncertainty.

"Cody, I... I do have feelings for you," Obi-Wan admitted, the words both liberating and frightening. "But I was scared. Scared of how it might look, scared of ruining what we had."

The room was thick with unspoken words and emotions, years of camaraderie and months of confusion culminating in this moment. Cody stepped closer still, closing the gap between them.

"Obi-Wan, I don't want to live with 'what ifs' and regrets. Can we... Can we try to see where this goes? Just us, no roles, no bookstore. Just Cody and Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan’s eyes reflected a depth of emotion, the walls he had built around his heart beginning to crumble. "Yes, Cody, I’d like that. I want to see where this journey takes us, together."

In that small back office, amidst stacks of books and papers, a new chapter in their lives began, one filled with the promise of understanding and exploring the connection that had always existed between them. They stood there, two souls finally allowing themselves to acknowledge the bond they shared, ready to navigate the uncertain yet hopeful path ahead.

Cody’s heart was pounding, a rhythm loud in his ears, as he took the final step that closed the space between them. The proximity to Obi-Wan, so long desired and yet so carefully avoided, sent a rush of adrenaline through him. The years of friendship, the months of confusion, and the recent heartache all seemed to converge in this single moment.

"Can I kiss you?" Cody's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it resonated in the small room with the weight of all the words unspoken between them.

Obi-Wan's response was a silent nod, his own apprehension and desire evident in the quickening of his breath and the slight parting of his lips. His eyes remained locked with Cody’s, a silent communication passing between them, an acknowledgment of the step they were about to take.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Cody leaned in, the distance between them diminishing until there was nothing left but the shared warmth of their breath. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, a question asked and answered without words. As the initial hesitancy faded, the kiss deepened, becoming a dance of emotion and connection, a physical manifestation of the feelings they had long harbored.

Obi-Wan’s hands, initially hanging at his sides, slowly rose to rest on Cody’s shoulders, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Cody’s own hands found their way to Obi-Wan’s waist, pulling him closer, deepening their embrace. The world around them faded into a blur, leaving only the two of them, lost in the discovery of each other.

As they eventually parted, breathless and with a newfound sense of closeness, they shared a look of wonder and a smile that spoke volumes. The barriers they had built, the fears they had clung to, seemed insignificant now in the face of this newfound intimacy.

Their eyes met, still close, conveying depths of emotion that words had previously failed to capture. In the wake of the kiss, a vulnerable, yet necessary confession hung unspoken in the air.

Cody, looking into Obi-Wan's eyes, felt a surge of courage. “Obi-Wan, I... I love you,” he said, his voice a blend of certainty and wonder. It was a truth that had been growing in his heart, unacknowledged until this moment.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and joy lighting up his features. “Cody,” he breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I love you too. I was just too afraid to admit it, even to myself.”

The words, so simple yet so profound, filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. It was a revelation, a release of pent-up emotions that had been restrained by fear and doubt.

For a few heartbeats, they simply stood there, basking in the newfound openness and honesty. The confession had bridged the gap between them, turning uncertainty into certainty, confusion into clarity.

Cody reached out, taking Obi-Wan's hands in his, feeling the warmth and the slight tremble that spoke of emotion and vulnerability. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s hands gently, his eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. “And I’ve wanted to hear it. To say it. Cody, you mean more to me than I ever realized.”

In that small back office, surrounded by books and the quiet hum of the world outside, Cody and Obi-Wan stood at the threshold of a new beginning. The words they had shared were more than just confessions; they were the opening lines of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with the promise of love, understanding, and the joy of being together.

The bookstore, once a simple backdrop to their daily lives, had now become the setting for their most significant moment, a place where their love had finally found its voice. As they slowly let go of each other's hands, the future lay ahead, uncharted but less daunting now that they were facing it together. The journey would be theirs to share, each step forward a testament to the love they had declared in the quiet sanctuary of their shared haven.

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Epilogue

Three years had woven their threads into the tapestry of Cody and Obi-Wan's lives, each year strengthening the bond that had blossomed in the quiet confines of the bookstore. Their love, once hesitant and unspoken, now thrived in the light of shared experiences, challenges overcome, and joys celebrated together.

On this momentous day, the air was charged with excitement and anticipation. It was Cody's graduation day, marking not only the culmination of his master's degree and specialization in architecture but also a milestone in the journey he and Obi-Wan had embarked on together.

The university auditorium was abuzz with the chatter and laughter of graduates and their families. Rows of seats were filled with proud parents, siblings, and friends, all gathered to celebrate the achievements of their loved ones.

Among the audience sat Obi-Wan, his eyes searching the sea of caps and gowns for the familiar figure of Cody. He felt a surge of pride swell in his chest as he spotted Cody, standing taller than most, his cap slightly askew, a nervous yet excited smile playing on his lips.

As the ceremony progressed, with speeches about futures bright with potential and the world awaiting the talents of the graduates, Obi-Wan's thoughts were solely on Cody. He remembered the young man who had walked into his bookstore years ago, full of dreams and aspirations, and how much he had grown, both in his craft and as a person they had built together.

Finally, the moment arrived. Cody's name was called, and he walked across the stage with a confident stride. Obi-Wan's heart swelled with an indescribable mixture of joy and love. As Cody took the diploma in hand, his achievement was met with applause and cheers, a recognition of the hard work and dedication he had poured into his studies.

Cody’s eyes found Obi-Wan's in the crowd, and in that glance, there was a shared understanding, a silent communication of love and mutual respect. Obi-Wan clapped enthusiastically, his smile broad and genuine, reflecting the immense pride he felt.

After the ceremony, as graduates mingled with their guests, Cody made his way through the crowd to Obi-Wan. They embraced, a moment of personal celebration amidst the public festivity.

"Congratulations, Cody. I’m so proud of you," Obi-Wan said, his voice filled with emotion.

Cody, holding Obi-Wan tightly, replied, "Thank you for being here, for supporting me through all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you."

They stood together, basking in the joy of the moment, surrounded by the bustling energy of the graduates and their families. Their journey had seen them navigate the uncertainties of a new relationship, the challenges of Cody's rigorous academic program, and the everyday complexities of life. Yet, through it all, their love had remained a constant, a source of strength and comfort.

As they left the auditorium, hand in hand, ready to celebrate the day's achievements, they looked forward to the future. It was a future they would build together, filled with dreams, aspirations, and the enduring love that had blossomed in a quaint bookstore, where a simple "hello" had led to a lifetime of shared moments and memories.

As Cody and Obi-Wan left their apartment above the bookstore to head to Cody's family celebration, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of anticipation. The day had already been significant, marking Cody's graduation, but for Cody, there was an additional, momentous event yet to come.

Walking side by side through the familiar streets that had become an integral part of their shared life, they chatted about the day's ceremony and the family gathering ahead. Obi-Wan, attuned to Cody's emotions, noticed an underlying current of nervous energy in him.

"You seem a bit on edge, Cody. Excited about tonight?" Obi-Wan asked, trying to gauge the cause of Cody's subtle restlessness.

Cody smiled, masking his inner turmoil with practiced ease. "Yeah, just excited, and a bit overwhelmed with everything, I guess," he replied, his mind racing with the plan he had been carefully crafting for weeks.

The celebration with Cody's family was a warm, boisterous affair, filled with laughter, congratulations, and stories shared amongst family and friends. Throughout the evening, Cody was the center of attention, yet his thoughts kept drifting to the plan he had for later that night, back at the bookstore.

Finally, as the evening wound down and they made their way back to their apartment, Cody’s heart began to race with anticipation. This was it, the moment he had been preparing for. The bookstore was quiet, its familiar shelves and aisles bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights.

"Obi-Wan, can we go inside the bookstore for a moment? I want to show you something," Cody said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Curious, Obi-Wan followed Cody into the bookstore. The space that had been the starting point of their relationship, where countless conversations and quiet moments had unfolded, now held an air of quiet expectancy.

Cody led Obi-Wan to their favorite spot, a cozy nook surrounded by shelves of books. He took a deep breath, turning to face Obi-Wan. In the soft light of the bookstore, his eyes were earnest and filled with emotion.

"Obi-Wan, these past three years with you have been the best of my life. You've made me happier than I ever thought possible," Cody began, his voice tinged with the depth of his feelings. "You've been my partner, my confidant, my best friend. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Kneeling down, Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ring box. He opened it to reveal a simple, elegant ring. "Obi-Wan, will you marry me?"

Obi-Wan, taken aback by the suddenness of the proposal, was momentarily speechless. Joy, surprise, and love flooded through him as he looked at Cody, kneeling before him in the heart of the place where their journey had begun.

"Yes, Cody," Obi-Wan finally said, his voice filled with emotion. "Yes, I will marry you."

As they embraced, the bookstore around them seemed to echo with the significance of the moment. It was more than just a proposal; it was a culmination of all they had shared and a promise of all the years to come. The books, silent witnesses to their love story, now bore testament to the beginning of a new chapter in their lives together, one filled with the promise of shared dreams and a future hand in hand.

In the warmth of their embrace, amidst the rows of books that had silently witnessed the evolution of their relationship, Cody and Obi-Wan shared a moment of pure joy and connection. It was a perfect culmination of their journey thus far and a beautiful beginning to their shared future.

As they pulled apart slightly, looking into each other's eyes, Cody’s thoughts briefly wandered to his brother, Rex. There had been a time of misunderstanding, where Rex's well-intentioned intervention had caused a rift between them. But with everything out in the open, Cody had come to understand and forgive Rex's actions. He knew his brother had acted out of love and concern, albeit misguidedly. The reconciliation with Rex had brought an added sense of peace and completeness to this moment.

"Obi-Wan," Cody said softly, a contented smile on his face, "you know, with everything that's happened – the misunderstandings, the reunion, and now this – it's like we're living in a romance novel."

Obi-Wan chuckled, the sound mingling with the quiet ambiance of the bookstore. "I couldn't have written a better story myself," he replied, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "And the best part is, it's our story."

They shared a gentle, affirming kiss, sealing their commitment to each other. The bookstore, once just a setting for their burgeoning relationship, had now become a sacred space, a testament to their love and the journey they had shared.

As they left the bookstore hand in hand, ready to step into the next chapter of their lives together, the world outside seemed brighter, filled with endless possibilities. Their story, indeed, was like something out of a romance novel – a tale of love found, lost, and reclaimed, set against the backdrop of a quaint bookstore that had seen them grow as individuals and as a couple.

In the quiet closing of the bookstore door behind them, there was a sense of completeness, a narrative arc fulfilled. Yet, it was also a beginning, the start of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with the promise of shared tomorrows, laughter, challenges, and love – a romance novel come to life, with its happiest ending yet to be written.

Would love to hear your thoughts and feelings about Cody and Obi-Wan's story!

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shinseiokami · 9 months ago

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Mandos and Jedi Are Just Dancing Shadows

PROLOGUE

Tarre Vizsla.

The Jedi Mandalorian.

Manda'lor the Uniter.

One thing history loves to forget is that Alor Vizsla had a child.

A foundling.

His padawan.

Mandalore forgot her. The Jedi remember her, but do wish to acknowledge she existed.

She Just disappeared one day.

Ironic the clan that lost its way, never forgot her.

YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR BUIR. NOW LOOK WHERE YOU ARE YOU FOOLISH CHILD.

the force was uneasy-unsure-confused

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Well this will change things won't it.

CHAPTER ONE

"Buir! Buir!" Atin shouted from the end of the lengthy corridor. "There's something over here!"

"Careful, don't touch anything Atin." Tarre warned knowing Atin's habit of get into trouble.

Did she listen? No. She did not.

"Elek buir." Atin rolled her eyes as she continued to get closer to glowing holocron. It sang to her through the force.

Come closer young one

Atin slowly reached for the glowing holocron. It pulsed underneath her fingers as she touched it.

"ATIN NO!" Tarre bellowed for Atin.

Too late.

"Buir!" Atin screamed as a bright light consumed her whole being, beskar and all.

"Buir!" Atin shouted. Her voice echoing of the walls of a now empty and crumbling version of the corridor she was just in.

"Buir?" Atin whispered as her voice shook. Her eyes tracing the vines that now decorate the walls that surround her.

Not a soul responds. The walls start to suffocate from the vines as the corridor became an abyss. The walls cried of loss and bloodshed.

Atin stared where her father once stood. There was no evidence that he was ever there. Her chest tightened as the silnce became to loud for her bare. She couldn't keep her buy'ce on it was becomeing to tight to breath. She quickly pried it off as she cradled it in her arms.

The quiet started closing like a pack of rapid strills.

Where is buir?

WHAT DID THAT THING DO?

"Hello?" A deep voice called. "Who's over there?"

"Over here!" Atin yelled. Manda please be some one that will help.

A jedi emerged wielding a violet blade, he shined bright with in the force. "What is a Mandalorian doing here? What is your name young one?"

"Atin Vizsla, Padawan of Tarre Vizsla."

Truth rang through out the force. A large shatterpoint crashed as the young padawan introduced herself.

"Do you know where you are, young one?" Master Windu asked.

"A jedi temple? The one me and buir were sent to." Atin dragged confused on why he was asking her this.

"Tarre Vizsla reported you missing almost 900 years ago." Master Windu explained. "What happened?"

There was silence as Master Windu watched Atin collapse to the floor. She was in complete shellshock. More shatterpoints started to form around her.

"No. NO. I should have listened to him." Atin started panicking. "I touched that thing over there because it started singing in the force and now I'm here. Buir told me not to touch it yet I still touched it!"

Master Windu observed what looked like a holocron. It wasn't Sith nor was it Jedi. It was older than both. It felt like a vacuum that refused to close.

"Let's get you back to the temple and talk to the council about this." Master Windu groaned rubbing his temples.

Atin couldn't understand why the holocron sent her almost 900 years into the future.

She stood in the middle of the council chambers staring at her feet. Listening. Waiting.

"We can't have a Mandalorian in the order! They're terrorists!" one cried.

"She is also still a padawan of this order." Master Windu snapped.

"Her father attched she is." Yoda added.

"With all due respect don't I get a say in this?" Atin interrupted. "I am just as much of a jedi as I am a Mandalorian."

She glared at the green troll. Everyone could tell this was going to be difficult.

"And what do you mean Mandalorians are terrorists?"

"There have been several recent cases of Mandalorians attacking Jedi Knights and some younglings."

"Those are not Mandalorians! Those are dar'manda, and those who kill younglings are demgolkas and hut'uun!" Atin growled. There was an air of finality.

"Well if you want to continue your padawanship, you will need another master." Master Windu began. "The council has come to descion that a council member would be best since they would know your background."

"Ok." Atin sighed defeated. This was the only way.

"Master Plo Koon has volunteered to take over your teaching."

"Who is Plo Koon?"

"That would be me." A kel dor spoke up.

"I accept." Atin replied with a resigned tone.

THE SUN HAS BEGUN TO SHINE

DO NOT LET IT BURN YOU

#star wars #the clone wars #commander cody #commander fox #captain rex #tcw #anakin skywalker #sw tcw #sw fic #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars fic #Atin Vizsla #tarre vizsla #mace windu #plokoon #Commander fox x mando oc #fox x mando oc

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darthmalewife · 1 year ago

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I see so many modern AUs that have Obi-Wan as like a teacher or something and he always reads romance novels and old history stuff and while I absolutely believe that I think we're missing the opportunity to also have him read really fucked up psychological horror and just general horror novels. Like think of the opportunities:

Anakin: what's happening in your book now?

Obi-Wan: the main character has just realised the ring her boyfriend gave her actually has one of her dead sisters teeth in it :]

Anakin: oh, that's fun :/

Or Cody picking up his book to skim over what it's about and he ends up texting Rex

Cody: i think my boyfriends a psychopath

Rex: i told you so, i've seen what kinda bland shit he eats

Cody: he's british leave him alone, i meant the book he's reading, it's about a woman who talks her girlfriend into giving herself a tapeworm because they're long distance lesbians who can't get pregnant

Rex: you do know how to fucking pick them don't you, what are the pros to you staying in this relationship other than you getting murdered

Cody: have you seen the man's legs?!

Rex: stop being gay and go back to your serial killer boyfriend

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #codywan #captain rex #cody x obi wan #Cody tries to read 1 of his books #he gets halfway through gives up and never asks again #windu has the same taste so they have a 2 person bookclub where they just talk books bitch and drink wine #mace windu

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merlyn-bane · 1 year ago

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SubCody Week Day Four

Cody/Mace. Prompts for Multiple Orgasms and "Can I Still Call You Sir?"

@subcodyweek

Still Got It (4520 words) by MerlynBane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Mace Windu, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 & Colt Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Mace Windu Additional Tags: Dominant Mace Windu, Top Mace Windu, Submissive CC-2224 | Cody, Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Older Man/Younger Man, Naked Male Clothed Male, Honor Bondage, (a little bit), Subcody week, SubCody Week 2023, Marshall Commander Cody's Slut Era, Mostly written in the span of like a day, and not at all beta'd Series: Part 4 of They Told Me I Couldn't Bag A Jedi (And I Took That Personally) Summary: Cody grins, gesturing towards Windu with one hand before settling it back in his lap. “I’ll gladly follow your lead, Sir.” Windu huffs a little, and Cody feels his grin widen slightly. “I see how it is,” he says, before raising one eyebrow at Cody, perhaps a little more serious now. “May I assume that you’re here to proposition me?” “Well, Sir, actually, I came here because I like to stretch here in the mornings. You can actually find some peace and quiet here, which I’m sure is why you’re here, too.” Cody leans back on his palms, letting his posture go more relaxed—casual—but also fully aware of the way it stretches his top across his chest. “But since we’re both here…” or Cody decides to take some initiative as part of his Slut Era, only sort of because his brother basically dared him.

#subcody week #subcodyweek 2023 #commander cody #mace windu #commander cody x mace windu #look I know it's late I'm sorry #being an adult with a job and a mental illness blows

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wild-karrde · 2 years ago

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I would like to recommend the series Shoulder the Sky by @shootingstarpilot on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/series/2948259.

A beautiful, angst filled, fic featuring Obi-Wan and the 212th. Codywan, definitely a slow-burn. I have laughed, I have cried, I have yelled at my screen in despair, and re-read the whole thing more than once to feel the raw emotions again. Truly a masterpiece!

HOLY HECK IN A HANDBASKET this is a MASSIVE series! We all know I love angst, and a slow burn, and CODYWAN? Like YES let's MAKE ME FEEL MY FEELINGS! Let them look at one another longingly.

Thanks so much for the rec!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody #marshal commander cody #qui-gon jinn #mace windu #anakin skywalker #212th attack battalion #commander cody x obi-wan kenobi #codywan #cody x obi-wan kenobi #slow burn #angst #fluff

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yourneighborhoodporg · 1 year ago

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The Guardian

Chapter 1: The Accident

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: trials of war (general suffering), sleep deprivation, crash landing, light injury, abandonment (if you squint), angst, fluff, humor, trio banter

Summary: As the Clone Wars officially commence, General Kenobi begins to suffer the consequences of burning the candle at both ends with back-to-back responsibilities constantly at his heels. When the council makes a concerning announcement in the middle of a mission, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ashoka are forced to drop everything and travel to Coruscant. Fate, however, has other plans— you.

Song Inspo: Sign of the Times — Harry Styles

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Only the dead have seen the end of war — Plato

Obi-Wan Kenobi was…displeased.

The General’s arms remained loosely folded across his chest as he leaned back into the passenger’s seat. The robes being used as makeshift blankets shifted in response. He tried to calm himself with a deep breath as the next round of turbulence threatened to rip the shuttle apart, but Obi-Wan couldn’t ignore the slight prickle of his auburn beard when the skin underneath grew more sensitive from anxiety. A sigh escaped his lips. He rested his eyelids, head falling back. The aching Jedi thought back to only a few days before. Obi-Wan and Master Yoda finally recovered Anakin and the new Togruta Padawan on Tatooine after the two successfully returned Jabba’s son Rotta. The Separatist kidnapping plot was a failure.

He remembers finding it odd back on Tatooine, as he waited on the transport for Yoda’s arrival, that the Grand Master found it necessary to personally accompany him and a number of clones on the assault transport tasked with retrieving the duo. His head heavy with sleep was easily distracted by the implications of Yoda’s presence. So much so, that the native Coruscanti failed to notice a certain, nearly 900-year-old Jedi’s arrival. As a wise Master Jedi often does, Yoda sensed Kenobi’s confusion the moment his feet met with the transport floor. He eyed the younger Jedi for a moment until their gazes suddenly met. Kenobi respectfully clasped his hands behind him, nodding at his arrival.

"A new mission, you and Anakin have.” Master Yoda signaled the transport pilot to take off with the motion of a hand as he turned to scan the hilly sand dunes. Obi-Wan matched his stare, wondering if there was something out there; some wisdom the older Jedi gleaned from the three moons in the distance.

Kenobi raised each eyebrow in intrigue as he glanced down at the shorter man, ignoring how the sand around the transport billowed from its ascent. “Oh? What does this mission entail?”

Yoda’s eyes remained locked on the landscape, back facing him. “Explain, I will. Collect Anakin and his young padawan first, we must”

The trip from The Negotiator to Jabba’s palace was quiet, but short. Kenobi was interested in seeing if Anakin and his new Padawan resolved differences so clearly displayed on Christophsis. Despite Anakin’s well-known stubbornness, he had hope. From what little he saw, Ahsoka seemed to have that bright, fiery personality needed to challenge Anakin’s own. His musings were soon answered as the transport neared the palace. Even from hundreds of feet away, it was clear to Obi-Wan that Anakin and Ahsoka seemed to have reconciled, with bright smiles that stood in stark contrast against Tatooine’s muted, emotionless environment. He was pleasantly surprised to sense the first drops of respect between the two, like fresh rainwater after millennia of drought.

As the transport began its landing protocols, Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest his mind. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The bearded Jedi felt an air of… perception in the force. Likely Yoda’s wise prediction of this outcome from the start. Master Yoda always had a profound understanding of Jedi connections— which Master-Padawan assignments would work best, which younglins were friends and foes, and, most recently, which Jedis could collaborate in addressing the intricacies of politics, and the horrors of war.

The transport displaced the swirling sand below as they made their final descent. Obi-Wan glanced at Master Yoda when the transport touched down and settled. As if on cue, Master Yoda stepped onto the hot sand and moved toward the duo. While Obi-Wan followed and neared Anakin and Ahsoka, the strength of their connection became increasingly perceptible, challenging Kenobi’s composure to keep a neutral face. He was pleased.

Yoda glanced between Master and Padawan. “A new mission, you are needed on. Rejoin your battalions and travel to Naboo, you must”

As the four boarded the transport and headed back to Kenobi’s ship, Master Yoda informed the trio that the 212th and 501st had been called to Naboo to collect vital medical supplies for a planetoid in the Outer Rim, known as Polis Massa. Their main medical facility, aiding in the treatment and sanctuary of war victims, was experiencing a concerning depletion of medications, bacta patches, and other stock. The sudden arrival of a large planetary entourage of refugees has disrupted their timeline of available reserves from months to merely a week. After a general representative shared these concerns with the Senate days prior, Naboo Senator Padme Amidala graciously offered a large donation of medical supplies to keep the facility functional and the refugees safe. The Jedi were tasked with the transport, and due to the scale of the cargo, two warships were needed.

Obi-Wan’s mind jumped to his recent experience on the young senator’s vibrantly lush and florid planet. He remembers how The Negotiator and The Resolute’s arrival on Naboo was met with noticeable excitement. It began while discussing offloading logistics with the lead Commander.

“General,” Commander Cody glanced back down at the datapad in hand. “This manifest won’t make that timeline possible. Even if we assign every available trooper, it will take at least a week to fully load the cargo. Most of the crates with medication or medical devices are too delicate for the average loadlifter. And many of our troops aren’t trained in handling this type of equipment.”

General Kenobi sighed, gently stroking his chin in contemplation. At the time, the situation certainly posed an unfortunate fate for the refugees who were desperately waiting for these supplies. The issue was not new. The General, Commander, and other troop leaders had spent the entire journey from Tattoine to Naboo attempting to solve this very problem. Having had mere hours of sleep in the last few days, the General had difficulty allowing his mind to reach out to the force for any new ideas to aid in the formulation of a plan. The slight, sharp pounding in his right temple returned, an unfortunate, reoccurring experience that began when he boarded The Negotiator on Tatooine.

Suddenly, as if the Maker himself heard his doubts, Kenobi registered the click and persistent whirring of an opening cargo bay door. What piqued his interest and encouraged Kenobi to turn and assess the situation, however, was the sudden cacophony of loud commands, conversations, and footsteps behind him. Both General and Commander pivoted toward the scene, Cody lowering his datapad in distraction as Kenobi rested his hands on his hips in surprise. There were what looked like thousands of dockworkers as far as the eye could see, all in various states of loading The Negotiator with the medical supply crates. It was not a far-reach to assume that Anakin’s warship was receiving similar assistance. Kenobi shook his head, nearly kicking himself for ever doubting the efficiency of a mission involving Naboo.

“That’s some Senator, huh?” Commander Cody relayed as he gawked at the extra manpower, likely arranged by Padmé herself.

Kenobi smiled at the site. “Your eyes do not deceive you.” Cody called out to a few clones and motioned them to follow as he approached the crowd of dockworkers, orders at the ready.

With the generous assistance of Naboo’s finest citizens, a lot of commands from the confident Commander, and a weary General helping where he could, the starships were fully loaded and cleared for departure in less than a day, much to the bewilderment of Commander Cody. He made sure to remind the General as they made the final cargo checks that even though the pickup on Naboo was exceedingly fast, the offloading process would certainly take a week with Polis Massa’s lack of cargo staff. This, Kenobi could accept. At least with all the cargo already on the planet, the facility could coordinate with the Commander so to prioritize which supplies were offloaded first. The most desperate patients would have what they need in time.

The journey from Naboo to Polis Massa allowed General Kenobi to carry out a new set of duties. These were the first moments in the last few weeks in which he was finally free to file his reports. That meant many meetings, many questions, and writing every small detail down.

War between the Republic and the Separatists rarely left time for moments of respite, and the General was beginning to feel the effects deep in his bones. Occasionally, the head pounding returned. But what truly concerned Kenobi was how the lack of sleep began to play tricks on his mind. Formulating complex thoughts almost felt like drowning, and his mind seemed more easily swayed to the past. Kenobi remembers how this experience pressured him to finally concede— this last report would need to be followed by rest.

As the warships approached the asteroid field and the General completed the finishing touches to his final report, Kenobi received an urgent meeting request from Master Windu with the notation ‘sensitive.’ He remembers entering the empty war room, taking a deep breath from the exhaustion slowly creeping across his shoulders, and accepting the call on his Holopad. The blue, semi-transparent holograph of Mace Windu appeared before him. Only as his figure’s bright blue shine emanated a strong glow into the room did Kenobi realize he’d forgotten to turn on the lights.

“Master Kenobi, a pleasure, as always.”

“Master Windu.” Kenobi greeted.

He paused for a moment, just a moment, but it was long enough to indicate how long the last few days had truly been.

“I hope you’re getting some rest after the events of Christophsis and Tatooine.”

“As much as is possible, Master. The 212th and 501st have been called to deliver vital medical supplies from Naboo to Polis Massa.”

“I am aware. It may settle your mind to know that your time in the Outer Rim will be coming to a close shortly. All active-duty Jedi have been temporarily recalled to The Temple.”

Kenobi immediately grew concerned, especially when he noticed how the elder Master’s eyebrows creased ever so slightly. He frowned. “Master, may I ask what influenced this decision?”

“We will discuss it once you and Anakin arrive in the next few days. Please continue your mission to Polis Massa. The Council requests that once you arrive, you and Anakin arrange for transport back to Coruscant. Your battalions can unload the cargo themselves.”

Kenobi nodded. “Understood.” Once more, he paused. This time unsure if it was fatigue or apprehension. “Should I be concerned?”

This time, Windu embraced the silence, only offering the General a challenging stare.

“Please inform Anakin of this development. We will see you soon, Master.”

With that, Master Windu ended the communication, plunging Obi-Wan back into the darkness. As he remained in that dim, quiet war room, the General was left with a new, deep weight on his chest.

The General rubbed his face with a hand. Rest. He needed rest. Obi-Wan allowed his mind to briefly concentrate on his commitment— he would sleep as soon as the report was finished. It would only take a few more moments, he reassured himself. Then, the General would finally get some much-needed shuteye.

Kenobi relaxed. He was moments away from returning to the datapad when his mind wandered once more. He thought back to his conversation with Master Windu. This type of request from The Council and its level of urgency was unprecedented since the Separatist conflict began. It was difficult not to theorize about the severity of any event that would require the recall of thousands of Jedi. And it was moments like these where he would ask himself what Master Qui-Gon would do.

Obi-Wan tossed those thoughts to the back of his mind, shaking himself out of his stupor. These mild anxieties would disappear as soon as he rested his body, he knew that. And he was certainly looking forward to it. But first, Anakin.

He remembers how Anakin answered his Holopad request faster than expected. It wasn’t that Anakin was ever derelict in his duties, but he sometimes struggled with communication. Admittedly, it was usually because the man was too busy engaging in another risky, dangerous, or outright insane course of action.

However, this time, he answered. And no number of streaky lines in the holograph could hide the smirk spread across his face when his eyes met Obi-Wan’s.

“Miss me already, Master?” He crossed his arms while addressing his former Master. His longer hair shifted and head tilted slightly to the side.

Kenobi shook his head. “Hardly, The Council has called for all Jedi to return to Coruscant, including you and I.”

Anakin scrunched his nose as if a rancid plume of spoiled Giji stew entered his nostrils. “What for?”

“Unknown, but we are to arrange for transport back to Coruscant once we arrive on Polis Massa.”

Anakin nodded. “Got it.” Once more, he grinned. “Don’t worry, Master, I’ll find us a shuttle that will get us back in no time.”

Anakin ended the transmission, once more freeing the darkness to engulf Obi-Wan. His eyelids drooped. It took every strength not to immediately collapse to the floor and sleep. Just as he began to weigh the pros and cons of such an action, there was a sudden knock at the door.

“Yes, come in.”

Commander Cody entered, seeming somewhat out of breath. “General.” He breathed in once more, slowly and deeply. “Apologies,” he exhaled. Kenobi sensed threads of guilt from his person. “I’ve come to tell you that we’ve arrived at Polis Massa.”

The General smiled. “Thank you. I will be there in a moment.” As the Commander exited, Kenobi turned away from the door and back toward the black depths of the room. He sighed.

Another violent shake of the ship’s hull yanked Obi-Wan out of the past. Eyes shooting open only to rest in crinkled annoyance as he side-eyed Anakin in the pilot’s seat.

“Anakin, if I had known that you’d choose a shuttle barely cleared for travel, I would have made my own arrangements.”

Anakin huffed as he negotiated with the Emissary-class shuttle’s controls. “This wasn’t my first choice either, Master.”

Another loud rumble reverberated throughout the cabin. “I thought you were one of the better pilots in the Jedi order?” Ahsoka’s irritation poured from the backseat and flowed around the senses of the two senior Jedi. Obi-Wan stifled a laugh as Anakin’s frown deepened. His grip tightened around the throttle.

“There was no way for me to know that the only available ship capable of galactic travel on that planet was decommissioned hundreds of years ago.” He groaned. “They don’t even make parts for this piece of junk anymore!”

“You call this capable?”

“Snips…”

Despite losing any hope of sleep with the stress of traveling in a rusted space bucket, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but playfully add to Ahsoka’s antagonizations.

“She has a point, Anakin.” He motioned at the hull. “For someone who boasts about their engineering talents, I would have thought that this trip would be smoother.”

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were sure that if they’d looked over at the frustrated pilot, they’d have seen steam blasting out of each red-tinted ear framing Anakin’s flushed face. Without any retort, he let out a defeated huff and refocused on navigating the trio out of the Outer Rim.

Ahsoka snickered as Kenobi used this cue to once more lean back and close his eyes. But despite how much his body ached for rest, his mind wandered to The Council once more.

Then, there was an explosion.

Obi-Wan was shocked into consciousness. He sat up quickly, knocking off some of the robe blankets. Alarms blared and red lights flashed. “What happened?!”

“Something hit the ship. Sublight engines are damaged.” Anakin began to frantically negotiate with the shuttle’s controls, looking increasingly concerned as he continued. “Whatever it was, I have no control over them anymore.”

“Can you fix them?!” Ahsoka yelled out, trying to be heard over the commotion.

“Working… on… it,” Anakin gritted. But despite each new attempt, the shuttle continued to hurtle in a dangerous direction.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned. “You’re taking us directly toward the gravitational field of that planet.”

“I know!” Anakin yelled. He continued to fight with the controls. Eventually, he jumped up and stumbled over to a viewing window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the damage from the side.

He sighed, still examining the engines. “Well, whatever it was, it’s permanently changed the direction of the engines.” He glanced back at Obi-Wan and Ahsoka with a look of dismay. “I can’t fix them. We’re going to crash.”

“Do you always crash the ships you pilot?!” Ahsoka exclaimed as she began to brace herself for the planet’s gravitational pull.

Anakin ignored her. He returned to the controls in hopes of making their crash landing as soft as possible.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms and sighed as he felt the new root of a gray hair form. “Always a joy flying with you, Anakin.”

The deafening noise of the croaking hull reached an all-time high as they entered the atmosphere. The three passengers began to sweat, the heat of their reentry taking its toll. As they passed the planet’s cloud layer, the craft’s violent shaking achieved its peak.

If Anakin gripped the clutch with any more strength, it would’ve surely splintered. His teeth clenched and eyes remained alert as he mumbled his internal calculations out loud, a slight pause in between each one.

“700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters…”

As they rapidly neared the planet’s icy surface, Anakin yanked the controls toward himself and down. What remained of the engines wined out a high-pitched drone as the shuttle struggled to level out with the planet’s surface.

“400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters…”

Ashoka looked away, nails digging into her seat as Kenobi tried to blanket the three of them with a protective force barrier.

“100 meters… brace yourselves!”

The engines’ wine accelerated in intensity and volume as the craft’s belly made contact with a snowy bank.

The impact’s shock finally gave General Kenobi the longest rest he’s had in days.

—

The soft heat of the Tauntaun’s fur warmed your fingers with each stroke as you plunged your hands across her muscular chest. She huffed in contentment, hot steam shooting from her nostrils into the subfreezing air, and across your face. The sensation tickled your cheeks. A giggle bubbled up from your stomach as you rested a cheek against her warm frame. You briefly think back to when you were both young. You absolutely could not stand her smell when you first met her, but companionship has its way of encouraging two beings to attune to each other.

Moments like these in the desolate, icy graveyard of Hoth always helped you recharge after hours-long scavenging trips. You turned and took a few steps away from your steed to look out at the horizon, readjusting the sack of lichen that hung across your shoulder. You knew that you needed to start heading back to the shelter. The trip would take an hour, and night was beginning to creep across the horizon. What’s more, the edges of your boots were beginning to dampen from hours in the snow. At least you had your thick Wampa cape, which encased your body in warmth.

Another huff, this time disgruntled, sounded behind you.

You turned to the beast with a smile. “Oh Meetra,” you sighed. “I’m tired too. We’ll head back soon.” You reached up and scratched behind her ears. The Tauntaun relaxed as the tension in her muscles began to release.

Suddenly, a deafening boom sounded from above and behind you. You flinched, your body shocked out of Hoth’s calm surroundings. Meetra, equally startled, tried to pull and sprint away, but you grabbed the reigns tightly, keeping her calm. You spun around, eyes glued to the sky as a mechanical moan emanated from the atmosphere, its source still invisible in the blue sky. But in an instant, a gray, round shape with smoke trailing behind shot through a cloud and barreled toward the planet’s surface. You watched as what looked like a ship tried to level its descent miles away. In the back of your mind, you hoped that your dear friend, who you last saw years ago, was not inside. Within seconds of that thought, the ship made contact with the ground. A blast of sound and burst of snow left in its wake.

As you watched thin trails of smoke begin to billow in the distance, you felt a sudden pang in your heart, and pull to the wreckage. There could be survivors in desperate need of help, you thought. Maybe they needed medicine, or bacta patches. You contemplated the emotions of whoever may have lived through such a brutal incident. Scared, hopeless, confused— you could identify with those sentiments.

But it didn’t take long for the warnings you’ve heard all your life to creep into your mind. If you broke your agreement, you knew you might regret it. Not just for your own sake, but his too.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks. I’ll return soon.”

“I promise.”

A grumble escaped your lips. You agreed to stay out of trouble, to wait. But it’s been so long. Years. Nearly a decade, if you followed the stars correctly.

Then again, he knew your nature. He accepted long, long ago that you were too curious for your own good. He probably thought to himself, as he watched you grow, how your kindness, determination, and sympathetic soul were sure to get you into trouble.

You knew yourself, and you knew he was right. But you could not stand idly by and watch. He’d understand.

You turned back and took a few strides toward Meetra before slinging a leg over the Tauntaun’s body and mounting her bare back. You kept a tight hold of the reigns and angled her head toward the crash site.

“Let’s go girl.” You clicked your tongue twice, signaling her to move. “Let’s check it out.”

Meetra vocalized as she took her first stride forward. Her feet crunched the freshly dusted snow, stamping large tracks behind you.

—

Obi-Wan felt cold air blow across his face and ice dust his fingertips long before having the energy to open his eyes. Slowly, but surely, he tested the movement of his toes, knees, and elbows before checking his sight. Obi-Wan groaned, rubbing his face before assessing one eyelid at a time. Blinding sunrays poked through a small hole in the viewport, lightly burning his eyes. A groan escaped his throat.

Once his vision readjusted, Obi-Wan was able to glance around the cabin. The shuttle was delicately balanced on its right side, gravity attempting to pull them down to the shuttle’s edge. The hull creaked and moaned as snow continued to escape through the viewport hole, adding to the light blanket of ice around the trio. Obi-Wan turned to his left and saw that much like himself, Ahsoka and Anakin were thankfully not thrown from their seats, likely due to the elder Jedi’s last-minute force shield around them. Their arms and legs hung toward him, following gravity’s pull. As he examined the two more closely, Obi-Wan could tell that Ahsoka had regained consciousness only moments ago. Anakin seemed to be in the throes of coming around, his head bobbing side-to-side in discomfort.

“Is everyone alright?” Obi-Wan cleared his throat after his voice cracked.

“I think so,” Ahsoka responded. She began to rub her montrals as if responding to a migraine.

“Here.” Obi-Wan tossed her one of the robes that had fallen to the ground. “It will be colder once we exit.” Ashoka silently thanked him as she slipped it on.

“That wasn’t too bad.” Anakin was suddenly wide awake, an air of contentment emanating from his force signature. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he tossed him another robe, this time without warning. Anakin caught it easily despite the distraction from patting himself on the back for his personal definition of an easy landing.

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed. “What would have been good was not crashing in the first place.”

Clearly, the young Padawan was equally in deep need of real respite like the rest of them, Obi-Wan thought. As their conversation continued, he finally found the energy to stand, taking this moment to observe the hull.

“Well too bad, Snips.” Anakin retorted as he shrugged on the thick cloak. “We’re already here.”

Obi-Wan sighed as he assessed the damage. “Is it repairable?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure.” Anakin stood and hiked up to the shuttle’s exit, using the force as support against the gravity actively pulling him down. The mechanical creaks and cracks heightened with new movement. Ahsoka grabbed her armrest and jumped over it toward the door. Obi-Wan took a few wide strides to follow. Once the three reached the wall that was now the ceiling, Anakin opened the door with a click and whoosh.

The cold bite of an air blast attacked their faces and pockets of exposed skin. Anakin shielded his eyes from sudden bright light and surveyed his surroundings. His former Master and Padawan peered out from either side of him. The trio stood there for only a moment, staring out at miles upon miles of empty terrain, ice, and snow banks.

Anakin jumped out, gently landing on the surface ten free below. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka swiftly followed with equal elegance. As Anakin made his way toward the engines to assess the damage, Obi-Wan used the moment to scan their surroundings further. The sound of Anakin ripping off panels and testing the shuttle’s internal mechanisms echoed off the naked ice patches dotted around them.

He closed his eyes, reaching out cautiously with his mind to feel the area’s energy. There were clusters of forces, small and animal-like, scattered miles away, with one group especially concentrated in a cave, the entrance of which Obi-Wan spotted a few miles West. He relaxed, feeling comfortable enough to deepen his connection with his surroundings.

Obi-Wan’s head tilted and eyebrow raised when he felt particularly strange activity to the South. There was an extremely weak force signature, almost like a dying creature. But it didn’t feel like the sensation of a semi-sentient being. There was depth, conflict in the shaky signal.

He huffed, eyebrows creasing as he attempted to dig his heels deeper into the fleeting feeling. But just as he was getting a better grip, the life force disappeared. Maybe it truly was just a small animal, meeting their Maker.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes. The bright light reflected off the snow and into his retinas.

He knew which planet they had crash-landed on. It shared its name with this system. Nevertheless, he enjoyed using these unexpected moments as a learning opportunity.

“Do you know what planet we’re on?” He said as he turned to look at the young Togruta.

Ahsoka pondered his inquiry. She observed the region, surveying the planet before looking down at the sleet encapsulating her feet. She lightly kicked some snow as she formulated her thoughts.

“Hoth, right?” She questioned.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Very good.” He turned back to the distant ice cave, hoping to get a better sense of the creatures within. It was possible that they might emerge to investigate the excitement of their crash landing. The boom was likely heard from miles away.

“I remember reading about the Skell beings on this planet.” Ahsoka mused. “They refused to choose a side during the old civil war. Instead, they attacked everyone within moments of seeing them.” Her voice stuttered as she finished. The cold was beginning to affect her.

Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised. “I’m impressed by your knowledge, Ahsoka.” He made sure to raise his voice a little. “Clearly, you took your studies more seriously than Anakin.”

“I can still hear you!” Anakin yelled from behind the engines and he stood up, followed by a sharp clang. “Ow!”

“It looks like you could use a hand.”

Obi-Wan whirled around at the sound of a new voice as Ahsoka followed suit. His eyes met a figure with y/h/c hair and piercing silver eyes that glimmered in the sunlight. The figure sat atop a large, furry beast with two horns framing its round snout. A sizable white furred drape wrapped around their torso and hid their legs.

“Hello there.” Obi-Wan greeted.

Hearing all the commotion, Anakin peaked around the back of the shuttle, rubbing the back of his head in defeat. Curiosity paused his assessment, pushing him to join the others.

The beast huffed and lightly stomped its feet at the presence of strangers. The stranger hushed the animal, stroking its neck to calm it before throwing a leg across its back and demounting.

“I saw your ship crash a few miles back.” They explained as they took a few strides forward. “You should know that recreational hunting on this planet is illegal.”

“We’re not hunters...” Ahsoka clarified.

“Just travelers who lost their way.” Obi-Wan cut in. The young Padawan has yet to learn that these days, strangers fear the Jedi in the Outer Rim. Best to remain anonymous.

—

“Well, you better find shelter soon.” You advised. “The surface temperatures drop too low for non-indigenous beings to survive after sundown.” Everyone seemed alive and healthy when you arrived, you thought. You sensed that the trio before you was more than capable of handling their own affairs from this point forward, so you turned and walked back toward Meetra, satisfied with your investigation.

“Do you live nearby?” The older, bearded man quickly asked. You paused. You knew you shouldn’t indulge the questions of strangers, but curiosity got the best of you. You spun to face the man. He took a few steps toward you. “Is there a village somewhere? We have yet to find signs of civilization.”

Your friend’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks.”

You took a step back.

The older man paused mid-step as he analyzed your features. He silently apologized by gently lowering his foot back beside the other. The man smiled, likely hoping to make you more comfortable.

“No village.” You paused, internally sighing. You wondered whether you would regret this decision, despite knowing deep in your bones that it was the right thing to do. To help them. To guide them toward survival on this planetoid death trap.

But then your mind pulls you back to your promise. A promise you intended to keep. Still, you had thrown away any semblance of cautiousness hours ago when you first decided to explore the wreckage, you reasoned.

You eyed the hunk of metal once more. It certainly was beaten up. But despite the many dents, holes, and obviously mangled engines, the fact that it wasn’t a pile of parts was simply a miracle.

“I’m surprised your ship suffered such little damage.” You exclaimed, glancing back at the trio. “I wasn’t expecting to find a ship at all with your reentry.” As you finished, you noticed the younger man’s frown at that comment.

The bearded gentleman smiled. “We were very lucky.”

The whistling of chilly wind filled the brief silence. It whirled around the four of you, threatening to take all of your cloaks off your very back. They were sure to perish if they remained out here for any longer.

You internally groaned, knowing that you’ve already made your decision. No avoiding it now.

“There’s no village.” You took a deep breath, hardening your face in case this group was not who they said they were. Best to seem somewhat tough. “But you’re welcome to accompany me back to my shelter. There should be room for everyone.”

The bearded man’s eyes brightened at the gesture. “That is very kind of you.” He seemed sincere.

You could see that the young Togruta behind him also relaxed. She seemed to be especially affected by the cold as she lightly shook. The idea of a warm place to rest surely put her mind at ease. The younger man seemed somewhat surprised, but equally content.

You relaxed at their innocent features, and grinned. “It will take a few hours so we better leave now.” You turned again and walked to Meetra’s side before pausing once more. You faced the trio. “I only have one Tauntaun and she can only carry two people at a time. We’ll need to take turns.” You climbed onto your steed.

“Sounds good to me!” The younger man blurted out. He lightly jogged up to the Tauntaun with a relaxed countenance before jumping up and mounting the steed behind you. You could tell that their younger companion was annoyed with their compatriot’s blatant gall. The man glanced over your shoulder. “My name’s Anakin, by the way.” His toothy grin caught the light.

You chuckled, glancing over at the young man. “Nice to meet you.”

“This is Ahsoka.” The bearded man motioned to the young girl. “And I am Obi-Wan.” He placed a hand against his chest.

Their bright spirits lightened your soul. “It’s a pleasure.” You steered Meetra around toward the shelter far behind you. Clicking your tongue, you began the journey.

“So this shelter,” Anakin started. His head returned to hover over your left shoulder. “You don’t happen to have any century-old shuttle parts or schematics…”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned as his march met Meetra’s pace to your right, Ahsoka in tow.

Your bright laughter filled the air as you further relaxed. When you looked back at Anakin you noticed Obi-Wan’s comforting smile out of the corner of your eye. “You know…” you teased. “You may be in luck. Useless centuries-old knowledge is probably all I have.”

Anakin seemed satisfied with your witty retort as he leaned back with a pleased utterance. In your peripheral, you could see Obi-Wan’s interest was piqued by the lift of his eyebrows. He looked out West, into the distance, clearly contemplating your words.

After a moment, his gaze shifted back to the caravan, catching your eye. His features lightened. “I believe I missed your name.” Obi-Wan challenged.

You turned back toward the path ahead and smiled. “Y/n.”

“Hmm.” You glanced back at his vocalization. He stroked his beard while his gaze returned to the West.

“Y/n”

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danceswithsporks · 2 years ago

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On the 3rd day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuu!!!

A Cadets Wissshhh

Ive decided to write little snippets up until our boys return from getting cigarets! Errr…season 2!

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Day 3 of the 12 days of Bad Batchmas: A Cadets Wish

“Cody?”

“What?”

“Are you sleeping?”

“I was. Why?”

“I was thinking.”

“Rex, it’s too late for whatever this is. Go to sleep.” A young Cody rolled over in his bed, trying to tune his brother out.

Rex sighed loudly with his arms underneath his head. His small brown eyes stared into the darkness of his pod. Around him his fellow cadets all slept soundly, some snoring, some coughing, all besides Cody. Thanks in no short, to Rex. “I can’t stop thinking about what Nala Se told us. About how some planets celebrate something called Life Day?”

Cody groaned as he rolled over once more. Honestly, it could be tiring being the one in charge. “What about it?”

“Well, why don’t we?” If other planets and cultures did, then why didn’t they?

“Because we’re clones, Rex. We’re just supposed to be soldiers, weapons.” Cody really wished Rex would just go to sleep. Though the sound of a yearly celebration did sound fun.

A sigh came from the young blonde clone. “Think we’ll ever be anything more than clones?”

It was a fair question. By the time they were old enough to be in the field, would they still be needed? If not then what would their life look like? “Nala Se said some places make special wishes on Life Day night. Hypothetically, if you could wish for anything? What would it be?”

“Oh that’s easy! A beautiful wife that makes me laugh, a bunch of kids of our own and a place overlooking the sea.” Rex had thought a lot about stuff like this. The archives were full of stories about family adventures and romantic couples.

It sounded nice, a family of one’s own. Away from this place and its pristine walls. “Aren’t you sick of the water yet?”

“A planet covered in land with smaller seas than this place would be so much nicer.” A happy hum came from him as he thought about his future wife. “My wife would have eyes like gemstones and long hair that enveloped us as we hugged.”

“Rex, we’re 5. Is this really something we should be thinking about? Our advancement tests are in three days. We need to be sleeping and studying.” Honestly, a wife and kids?

Hitting the button in his pod to open it, Rex heard Cody’s slide out as well. His brown eyes connected with his brothers. “You really don’t think about a family? A future away from this place and all this training?”

A little huff came from Cody as he sat up in his bed and pulled his legs to his chest. “If I had to make a wish? I’d wish that I would always have my brothers with me, friends that cared for me and someplace quiet to just relax.”

Rex copied the position of Cody and together they both looked down the long hall of the barracks they were in. “What do you think our future Jedis will be like?”

“I hope mine is calm, smart, but also fun.” Cody could see himself getting along great with a Jedi like that.

“I hope mine is like that too. Level headed, brave.” The perfect Jedi leader.

Cody let out a long yawn as his arms stretched over his head. “But for now, let’s get some sleep.”

Rex made a face as he laid back into his bed. “I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Then think about that dream wife of yours. Maybe she’ll put ya to sleep.” Cody pressed a button and his pod slowly moved back into place.

“My dream wife, huh?” Rex taped his own button as a yawn went through his body. “I wonder if she's really out there somewhere.”

-*-

“Master?” Zirena stood in the doorway of Mace Windus room. Their ship, easily making its way through the vast expanse of space towards their next planet.

Mace looked ok from his desk towards his small padawan. “Zirena, can’t sleep?”

Shaking her head she stepped into his room and sat on a pile of pillows on the floor. “My ear keeps ringing. It’s making it hard to sleep.”

“When I was younger, my master said that meant someone was discussing you.” Standing, Mace walked around his desk and grabbed a blanket.

“Who would be talking about me? I don’t even know that many people.” Snuggling into her makeshift bed, Zirena happily smiled as the blanket was placed over her.

“Perhaps someone is dreaming about you, it could explain the insomnia as well.” One day she’d be too old for this, off on her own adventures in the galaxy. But for now…

“Another thing your Master believed in?” A little chuckle came from her as she yawned. Master Windus room was always so comfy and warm. It smelled of spices and incense and she always felt so safe.

“Something like that.”

Eyes closed, Zirena settled into the warmth of her favorite spot. “Grownups say the weirdest things.”

Mace couldn’t deny the little chuckle that came from him as he double checked she was tucked in. “One day, when you’re older, you’ll understand.”

With a final yawn, she began to drift. “When I find out who keeps talking about me and keeping me up. Imma beat them up.”

#clone wars fic #captain rex x oc #captain rex fic #clone wars oc #captain rex #star wars fanfiction #clone wars #star wars oc #tbb countdown #commander cody #mace windu #master and padawan #clone cadets #little baby’s

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star-wars-writing · 11 months ago

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Return of a legacy - Chapter 4

Alaenna's steps echoed softly in the vast corridors of the Jedi Temple, a solitary figure dwarfed by the grandeur of her surroundings. The walls, steeped in the history of a thousand generations, loomed high above, etched with ancient symbols that whispered tales of the Force.

Shafts of light poured through the tall, stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the floor, mirroring the complexity of the world she had stepped into.

As she wandered, Alaenna felt an overwhelming sense of smallness, not just in her physical presence but in the span of her life against the backdrop of the Temple's timeless vigil.

She was a newcomer in a place that had seen the rise and fall of countless Jedi, a living relic of a bygone era. Her fingers traced the cool, smooth surface of the stone as she walked, trying to absorb the silent wisdom that seemed to seep from its very pores.

Turning a corner, she found herself in a less frequented part of the Temple. Here, the bustle of the main halls gave way to a hushed tranquility. It was in this quiet solitude that she heard the soft, measured steps of another. Glancing up, she saw the diminutive form of Master Yoda approaching, his gait steady and unhurried.

"Alaenna, meet at last, we do," Yoda's voice was soft yet carried an undercurrent of strength. His eyes, ancient pools of wisdom, regarded her with a penetrating gaze.

"Master Yoda," Alaenna replied, a mix of reverence and nervousness in her voice. "I'm honored."

"Walk with me, you will?" Yoda suggested, gesturing down the corridor with a small, gnarled hand.

As they strolled, Alaenna couldn't help but feel the weight of Yoda's presence. He was a living legend, his name synonymous with the greatest of Jedi virtues. The eyes of other Jedi they passed flickered towards them, a blend of curiosity and respect evident in their glances.

The two eventually reached a secluded garden within the Temple, a hidden gem of nature and serenity. The air was alive with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves, a stark contrast to the quiet austerity of the stone corridors.

"Feel the Force here, do you?" Yoda asked, his voice softening as he took a seat on a small bench, surrounded by flowering plants.

Alaenna closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses. The garden was a nexus of life, each plant and creature a vibrant thread in the Force's tapestry. "Yes, Master Yoda. It's like a symphony, each part in harmony with the whole."

Yoda nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Teach us much, nature can. In harmony, balance find we must."

Alaenna, her eyes still closed, absorbed the sounds and sensations of the garden, feeling the Force in every rustle and chirp. She exhaled slowly, a sense of wonder enveloping her.

"The Force, it's more than just a power, isn't it?" she asked, her voice a whisper in the symphony of the garden. "It's a connection, a... a bond with all things."

Yoda watched her, his expression thoughtful. "More than power, the Force is. A guide, a teacher. In every rock, every breeze, present it is."

Alaenna opened her eyes, the garden coming back into focus, vibrant and alive. "But how do we understand it, truly? It feels so vast, so... infinite."

"Understand the Force, one does not completely," Yoda replied, his voice carrying a depth of wisdom. "Learn from it, we do. Grow with it. Part of it, we are, as it is part of us."

The other Jedi in the garden, previously absorbed in their meditations or conversations, subtly shifted their attention toward the pair. Their expressions were a mix of intrigue and respect, drawn to the dialogue between the ancient Master and the young newcomer.

"Is that why we train? To become more in tune with the Force?" Alaenna's question was genuine, a reflection of her desire to grasp the enigmatic nature of the Force.

Yoda nodded. "Train, we do, to understand our place in the Force. To use it wisely, for knowledge and defense. Never for attack."

Alaenna pondered his words, a newfound clarity beginning to form. "So the Force is both our ally and our responsibility. We're its stewards, in a way."

"Correct, you are," Yoda said, a soft approval in his tone. "Great responsibility, it is. Respect it, we must. Nurture it."

Alaenna shifted slightly, her gaze lingering on the vibrant flora surrounding them. "Master Yoda, in becoming a Jedi, what am I to expect? The histories speak of peacekeepers, but the Clone Wars... they've changed so much."

Yoda's eyes held a faraway look, reflecting on ages past. "Change, constant it is. Peacekeepers, yes, Jedi once were. But clouded, the path has become. In war, easy it is to lose one's way."

Alaenna absorbed his words, the gravity of the situation settling upon her. "And how do we find our way when the path is so clouded?"

Yoda leaned slightly forward, his voice taking on a more emphatic tone. "In the Force, answers we find. Even in darkness, a light, it can be. Show the way, it does, if listen, we do."

She nodded slowly, her mind racing with the implications. "But if the Force guides us, why is there so much conflict, even among the Jedi?"

"A difficult question, that is," Yoda acknowledged, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Different paths, different choices, all part of life's tapestry. Even Jedi, falter they can, blinded by fear, by anger."

Around them, the garden seemed to hush, the air thick with the weight of history and the present turmoil. Other Jedi, passing by or lingering in contemplation, couldn't help but pause, drawn to the wisdom being imparted.

"So, even with the Force, we must be vigilant against these... temptations?" Alaenna asked, seeking clarity.

"Vigilant, we must be," Yoda affirmed. "Strong, the dark side is. Easy, the path it offers. Guard against it, we must. In ourselves, in others."

Alaenna's expression was pensive, her thoughts turning inward. "And through this war, how do we hold on to what it means to be a Jedi?"

"Remember, we must, our purpose. To serve, to protect. Even in war, our values, we must uphold." Yoda's voice was a gentle yet firm reminder of the Jedi's true calling.

The sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the garden. Yoda stood, his figure small but resolute against the fading light. "Challenging, the times are. But strong in the Force, you are. Trust in that, you must."

"And what of my visions?" Alaenna's question pierced the tranquility of the garden, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and unease. "They're more than just dreams. They feel... real, as if I'm living them. But their meaning eludes me."

Yoda regarded her with a contemplative gaze, his eyes reflecting the depth of his understanding. "Visions, a window to the possible they are. The future, the past, glimpses they can show."

Alaenna's expression was troubled, her eyes searching the serene landscape as if seeking answers in its harmony. "But how do I interpret them? They come to me in fragments, elusive and cryptic."

The Jedi Master's voice was gentle yet firm.

"Clear, the meaning may not be at first. Patience, you must have. Reveal themselves, the visions will, in time."

Around them, the garden seemed to grow still, the air charged with the significance of their conversation. Other Jedi, passing through the garden, slowed their pace, drawn by the gravity of the discourse.

"But why me, Master Yoda? Why am I seeing these visions?" Alaenna's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Yoda closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses, feeling the ebb and flow of the Force around them. "Strong in the Force, you are. A conduit, perhaps, for its will."

Alaenna absorbed his words, a sense of responsibility settling upon her. "And the Force, it wants me to be a Jedi?"

"Insistent, the Force is," Yoda murmured, opening his eyes. "A path for you, it has chosen. Unconventional, it may be."

The young woman's heart quickened at his words. She felt a surge of both apprehension and purpose, a realization that her journey was intertwined with the will of the Force in ways she had yet to fully comprehend.

"And in following this path, in heeding these visions, I'll find my way?" she asked, seeking affirmation.

Yoda nodded, his expression serene. "In the Force, your destiny lies. Trust in it, you must."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the garden, Yoda rose from the bench, his figure small yet imposing in the twilight. "A journey, yours is, of discovery. Of understanding the Force and yourself."

Alaenna stood, feeling a newfound sense of clarity and determination. "Thank you, Master Yoda. I will trust in the Force, and in the path it has set for me."

As she left the garden, the other Jedi resumed their activities, but the resonance of the conversation lingered, a reminder of the mysterious ways of the Force and the unique journey of each individual within its embrace.

After their conversation, Master Yoda remained seated in the garden, now bathed in the soft afterglow of sunset. The leaves rustled gently, whispering secrets to the fading light. He closed his eyes, sinking into a deep meditation, reaching out to the currents of the Force that flowed around and through the Jedi Temple.

Alaenna, her silver hair a pale wisp in the twilight, walked away from the garden, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She felt a mix of trepidation and awe, aware of the significance of her path yet uncertain of its destination.

Her steps echoed softly in the quiet corridors, each footfall a question left unanswered.

Yoda's presence in the garden was a still point in the turning world. His meditation was a deep dive into the swirling eddies of the Force, seeking clarity on the enigma that was Alaenna. The Force flowed around him, a river of light and shadow, of possibilities and paths untaken.

The Jedi around him, sensing the depth of his meditation, moved with hushed respect. They exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by the unusual intensity of the Master's focus. Whispers traveled in subdued tones, speculating on the significance of his contemplation.

In the depths of his meditation, Yoda sought answers. What role did Alaenna, this silver-haired enigma, play in the tapestry of the Force? Her presence was a new star in their galaxy, her potential vast and uncharted.

Visions of the future flickered before him, a kaleidoscope of potentialities. He saw the threads of destiny intertwining, a complex weave of events and choices. In these visions, Alaenna was a constant, a beacon of light amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

Yoda delved deeper, probing the Force's intentions. Why had it guided Alaenna to them? And why the insistence on her training with Masters Windu, Koon, and Kenobi? Each of these Jedi, powerful and wise, had paths that the Force now seemed to be intertwining with Alaenna's own.

The garden grew darker as night settled, but Yoda remained unmoving, a figure of serene contemplation amidst the whispers of the night. The Force whispered back, its voice a subtle breeze laden with hints and echoes.

In the Force, he sensed a convergence, a coming together of destinies that could alter the course of the galaxy. Alaenna was at the heart of this convergence, her unique connection to the Force a key to unfolding events.

Yoda's meditation deepened, reaching out to the distant corners of the galaxy, touching the minds of Windu, Koon, and Kenobi. He sought to understand their roles in this unfolding drama, their connections to Alaenna, and the greater purpose the Force intended for them all.

Yoda's mind reached out, touching the vast expanse of the Force. Visions swirled before him, images of battles, of laughter, of tears — all threads in the tapestry of the galaxy's fate. At the center of these visions was Alaenna, her silver hair a beacon in the Force's current, her presence an anchor in the tumultuous sea of possibilities.

Her emotions were a vivid palette in the Force — uncertainty mixed with a burgeoning sense of purpose, her desire for understanding clashing with the fear of the unknown. Yoda felt these emotions as if they were his own, understanding the weight of destiny pressing upon her young shoulders.

In the Force, he glimpsed the threads connecting her to Masters Windu, Koon, and Kenobi. Each thread was vibrant, pulsating with potential and purpose. These connections were no coincidence; they were the Force's design, a convergence of paths that held significance beyond their understanding.

Yoda's meditation deepened, his consciousness expanding, enveloping the Temple, the planet, the galaxy. He saw the Clone Wars, a galaxy in turmoil, a Jedi Order struggling to maintain its identity. And amidst this chaos, he saw Alaenna, a calm within the storm, her role pivotal yet unclear.

The visions were like a puzzle, pieces of a larger picture that the Force was slowly revealing. Yoda sensed that Alaenna's training, her guidance under the three Jedi Masters, was crucial. They would not only teach her the ways of the Force but also learn from her, their destinies intertwined in a dance orchestrated by the Force itself.

As dawn approached, Yoda emerged from his meditation. His expression was one of profound understanding, tinged with the weight of responsibility. The Force had revealed much, but much remained hidden in its depths.

Rising slowly, he moved with purpose back towards the heart of the Temple. The answers he sought were not yet complete, but the path was becoming clearer. Alaenna was more than just a new student; she was a harbinger of change, a vessel of the Force's will.

As he walked, the Jedi around him sensed the shift in his demeanor. They watched him pass, a trail of quiet speculation following in his wake. Something momentous was unfolding, and it was clear that Master Yoda was at the forefront of understanding its mysteries.

*****

Alaenna's steps were hesitant as she navigated the dimly lit corridors of the Jedi Temple towards the library. The stone walls, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, seemed to whisper ancient secrets, heightening her sense of anticipation and uncertainty. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, grappling with the gravity of Master Yoda's words and the elusive meanings of her visions.

The library, a vast chamber of knowledge, loomed before her, its towering shelves lined with tomes and holocrons that held the wisdom of millennia. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and the quiet power of knowledge.

She entered, her eyes wide with reverence and a hunger for understanding.

Alaenna walked through the aisles, her fingers brushing against the spines of ancient texts. She sought answers, clues that might help her understand her role and convince the Jedi Council of her worthiness to be trained. Her age, unconventional as it was, added a layer of complexity to her acceptance into the Order.

Lost in her search, she didn't immediately notice the presence that had quietly entered the library. It was Master Plo Koon, his distinct Kel Dor features and gentle demeanor making him a calming presence.

"Alaenna," he spoke softly, not wanting to startle her. "Lost in thought, you seem."

She turned, a mix of surprise and relief in her expression. "Master Koon, I was just... trying to find something, anything that might help me understand why I'm here."

Plo Koon approached her, his steps deliberate, his presence reassuring. "The Force has its reasons, often beyond our immediate understanding. Trust in yourself, Alaenna. That is key."

Alaenna sighed, a trace of frustration in her voice. "But why am I so different? Why am I here now, at this age? The Council... they're still unsure about training me."

"The Force does not adhere to our conventions," Plo Koon replied, his voice soothing. "It moves in mysterious ways. Your presence here, at this time, it is no coincidence."

She looked at him, her eyes searching for reassurance. "But how do I prove my worth to them? How do I show them that I belong here?"

Plo Koon placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Just by being yourself, Alaenna. The Force is insistent, not just to you, but to Masters Windu, Kenobi, and myself. There is a purpose to your path that we are yet to fully understand."

Alaenna's gaze drifted to the shelves, the weight of history and expectation tangible in the air around them. "I just wish I knew what that purpose was."

"Patience," Plo Koon advised, a hint of a smile on his lips. "The Force will reveal your path in time. For now, trust in its guidance, and in yourself."

Their conversation was interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi entered the library, his expression one of gentle understanding. "Master Koon is right, Alaenna. The Force has brought you here for a reason. Embrace your journey, and the answers will come."

Alaenna, accompanied by Masters Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi, walked slowly through the tranquil corridors. Despite their reassurances, a shadow of doubt lingered in her heart, fueled by the hushed whispers she had caught from others in the Temple.

"Master Koon, Master Kenobi," Alaenna began, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "I hear the whispers, the doubts. They question my place here. How can I be what the Force intends when I am so... different?"

Plo Koon's expression was one of understanding. "Different, yes. But remember, strength often lies in differences. The Force chose you, Alaenna, not despite your uniqueness, but because of it."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. "The Council and the Jedi Order have faced challenges before, ones that have required us to adapt and rethink our ways. You, Alaenna, are part of that evolution."

They paused by a window overlooking the Temple gardens, the rising sun casting a golden hue over the lush greenery. The beauty of the scene was a stark contrast to the turmoil in Alaenna's mind.

"But what if I fail? What if I'm not strong enough?" Her words were a whisper, a reflection of her innermost fears.

Obi-Wan's voice was gentle yet firm. "Doubt is a natural part of this journey. But remember, you are not alone in this. We, your Masters, are here to guide and support you."

Plo Koon added, "The Force's guidance does not come without challenges. It tests us, helps us grow. Trust in it, and in yourself."

As they spoke, other Jedi passing by glanced at the group, their expressions a mix of curiosity and respect. The presence of Alaenna with two esteemed members of the Order was a rare sight, one that sparked whispers but also a growing sense of intrigue and anticipation.

Alaenna looked out at the gardens, taking a deep breath, letting the calmness of the morning seep into her. "I will try, Masters. It's just... overwhelming at times."

"That is the nature of great change," Obi-Wan said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And great responsibility. Remember, the greatest of Jedi have faced their own trials and emerged stronger."

The sun climbed higher, its rays warming the stone floors of the corridor. Alaenna felt a glimmer of hope, a sense of connection to the long line of Jedi who had walked these halls before her. She was part of something much larger than herself, a chapter in a story that spanned millennia.

With a newfound determination, she turned to her future mentors. "Thank you, Masters. I will not let fear define my path. I will walk it with courage and with the guidance of the Force."

As they walked to Mace's quarters, Alaenna, her silver hair a beacon of ethereal light, walked through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, her presence a quiet storm in the Force that had not gone unnoticed. The Jedi she passed, each attuned to the Force in their own way, felt the ripple of her presence, a curiosity and wonder that echoed through the halls.

In the training grounds, a group of Padawan learners paused their exercises, their gazes drawn to Alaenna as she passed. "There's something about her," one murmured, his eyes reflecting a mix of intrigue and admiration. "It's like the Force sings around her."

Another Padawan, a young Twi'lek girl, nodded in agreement. "I've never felt anything like it. It's like a new melody in the Force, both familiar and entirely new."

In the dining hall, a pair of Jedi Knights, deep in discussion, fell silent as Alaenna walked by. Their conversation, once focused on the strategies of the Clone Wars, now shifted. "She's the one everyone's talking about," one whispered. "The one the Force seems to have brought to us."

Her counterpart, a seasoned Togruta Knight, sipped her tea thoughtfully. "Yes, I feel it too. A light in the Force, bright and unyielding. She's here for a reason, I'm sure of it."

Alaenna, sensing the eyes upon her, maintained a composed exterior, though inside, she grappled with the enormity of the expectations placed upon her. Each step was a journey in itself, navigating the curious glances and the unspoken questions that hung in the air.

In the archives, a scholarly Jedi, his eyes usually buried in ancient texts, looked up as Alaenna entered. His gaze lingered, his mind grappling with the anomaly she presented. "A puzzle, she is," he muttered to himself. "A piece in a larger design we're yet to see."

Outside, in the serene gardens, a Jedi healer sat meditating. As Alaenna walked past, a sense of calm enveloped the healer, her meditation deepening. "A healer of sorts, perhaps," she pondered silently. "Not of the body, but of the Force itself."

Even the youngest members of the Order, the initiates, felt a buzz of excitement at her presence. Groups of younglings would stop and stare as she passed, their innocent minds filled with wonder and a myriad of unasked questions.

Each Jedi in the Temple, from the most novice initiate to the seasoned Knights and scholars, felt the impact of Alaenna's presence. She was a mystery wrapped in the Force, a new chapter in the annals of the Jedi, waiting to be written.

As Alaenna continued her walk through the Temple, she could feel the weight of the gazes, the unspoken expectations, and the silent questions. Yet, amidst it all, she felt a growing sense of belonging. She was where the Force had guided her, a new light in the galaxy, ready to embrace her destiny, whatever it may hold.

****

In the high-ceilinged chamber of the Jedi Council, Master Yoda presided over a gathering that would decide the fate of Alaenna. The circular room, with its panoramic view of Coruscant’s skyline, seemed to echo with the gravity of their deliberations.

The members of the Council, each a paragon of Jedi wisdom, sat in contemplative silence as Yoda introduced the matter at hand.

"The training of Alaenna, discuss we must," Yoda began, his voice resonating with the authority of centuries. "Felt her presence, we all have. Strong in the Force, she is. Yet unconventional, her path."

Mace Windu, his features set in an expression of conviction, spoke up. "I found Alaenna. In her, a potential I see, unlike any other. Train her, we must. I, along with Masters Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi, believe it is our duty to guide her."

Plo Koon nodded in agreement, his voice calm yet firm. "The Force has brought her to us for a reason. It is insistent, a sign we cannot ignore."

Obi-Wan Kenobi added, "Her connection to the Force is profound. It's clear that she holds a unique place in the Order's future."

However, not all members of the Council shared their enthusiasm. Ki-Adi-Mundi, his cerebral features creased with concern, expressed his doubts.

"Unusual, her arrival is. But her age, her lack of training — risks they pose. Are we certain the Force’s intentions are clear?"

Shaak Ti, her voice measured, added, "The dark side grows stronger. Bringing in someone so untested, so late in their life... It could be dangerous, not just for her, but for the Order."

The Council chamber was a tapestry of conflicting emotions — hope, concern, and the weight of responsibility. Each member weighed in, their perspectives a reflection of their experiences and understanding of the Force.

Yoda listened, his eyes half-closed, absorbing the myriad viewpoints. "Difficult, the decision is. Yet deny, we cannot, the Force's will. Strong in her, the light side is."

Mace Windu leaned forward, his gaze sweeping across his fellow Council members. "The Force has guided her to us in these troubled times. To turn her away would be to deny our very purpose as Jedi."

The debate continued, the Council members wrestling with the implications of training someone like Alaenna. The balance of the Force, the growing threat of the dark side, and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on their minds.

Finally, Yoda raised his hand for silence.

"Decided, it is then. Train Alaenna, we will. Masters Windu, Koon, and Kenobi — her guidance, your responsibility it is."

The decision, though not unanimous, was met with a solemn acceptance. The Council members understood the gravity of their choice, the potential it held for both Alaenna and the Jedi Order.

As the meeting concluded, the Council members dispersed, each lost in thought. The fate of Alaenna, now intertwined with the future of the Jedi, was a testament to the unpredictable nature of the Force.

Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan Kenobi left the chamber with a sense of purpose. They were tasked with a monumental responsibility — to train Alaenna, a beacon of light in a galaxy growing darker by the day.

****

In the hushed serenity of Mace Windu's quarters, Alaenna was immersed in an ancient Jedi text, its pages whispering secrets of a bygone era. The words seemed to dance before her eyes, intertwining with the Force that resonated within the room.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, ushering in her three appointed Masters — Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their entrance was like a tide, carrying with it the gravity of their decision and a palpable sense of parental warmth.

"Alaenna," Mace began, his deep voice resonating with a mixture of solemnity and underlying warmth. "The Council has deliberated. You are to be welcomed as a Jedi Padawan."

The words hung in the air, rich with meaning and promise. Alaenna looked up, her silver eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy and surprise. A wave of emotions washed over her — gratitude, awe, a deep sense of purpose.

Obi-Wan stepped forward, his eyes gentle yet filled with the pride of a mentor witnessing the growth of a new hope. "Your journey will be unlike any other. We shall guide you aboard our Venators, amidst the stars and battles. Each of us will share in your training, in your journey to become a Jedi."

Plo Koon, his voice modulated through his mask, conveyed a sense of calm assurance. "This path is unique, Alaenna, as are you. The Force has brought you to us, and we believe in its wisdom."

In that moment, the room seemed to pulsate with an unseen energy, a joyous chorus in the Force that resonated with the decision. Alaenna felt a connection not just to her Masters, but to the very essence of the Force, as if it were celebrating this new bond.

"I will strive to be worthy of this honor, Masters," Alaenna replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me."

As she spoke, the happiness in the Force seemed to amplify, echoing through the Temple like a wave of light. It was as if the very foundations of the Jedi Order were rejoicing in the birth of this new connection.

The three Jedi Masters exchanged glances, each reflecting a sense of paternal pride and responsibility. They saw in Alaenna not just a student, but a beacon of hope, a testament to the living Force that guided their Order.

"We begin at dawn," Mace said, his tone imbued with the anticipation of a mentor embarking on a significant journey with his charge. "Prepare yourself, Padawan. The path ahead is uncharted, but you will not walk it alone."

As they left her to her studies, the air seemed to thrum with potential. The Jedi Masters, each a guardian of the Order's legacy, felt a renewed sense of purpose as they walked the corridors.

Their strides were confident, yet mindful of the precious charge entrusted to them.

Throughout the Temple, the decision rippled through the Force, touching the hearts of all who sensed it. Jedi paused in their tasks, feeling an inexplicable lightness, a sense of rightness that pervaded the air.

In her quarters, Alaenna closed the ancient text, her heart full of a new determination. She was no longer an outsider looking in; she was a part of a story much greater than herself, a new chapter in the annals of the Jedi, embraced by the Force and guided by the wisdom of her new Masters.

****

The first light of dawn gently seeped through the curtains of Mace Windu's quarters, where Alaenna had spent the night in a spare room, a modest space now serving as her temporary haven in the Jedi Temple. Stirring awake, she lay for a moment in quiet contemplation, the reality of her new path as a Jedi Padawan slowly sinking in.

Master Mace Windu, already awake and prepared for the day, knocked softly on her door. "Padawan, it is time," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of both responsibility and a hint of paternal care.

Alaenna quickly dressed, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She stepped out to meet Mace, his commanding presence a grounding force amid the whirlwind of her thoughts.

"Today marks the beginning of your journey in earnest," Mace said, leading her through the quiet corridors of the Temple. The early morning light cast a tranquil ambiance, lending a sacred feel to their walk.

Their destination was the quarters of the Temple's master tailor, a venerable Togruta known for crafting the distinctive garments of the Jedi. The air in the tailor's room was filled with the scent of various fabrics and the subtle energy of tradition and heritage.

The Togruta tailor greeted them with a respectful nod. "Padawan, it is an honor to craft your attire. Your garments will symbolize your bond with the Order and the path you have chosen."

Alaenna watched in awe as the tailor expertly took her measurements. The fabric chosen for her was lightweight yet durable, befitting the agility and resilience required of a Jedi.

As the tailor worked, Mace spoke softly to Alaenna, "Your attire is not just clothing. It is a reflection of your commitment, a symbol of your dedication to the Jedi way."

Alaenna responded with a quiet determination in her voice, "I understand, Master Windu. I will wear it with respect and honor."

The tailor worked with a graceful efficiency, his hands weaving the fabric with an almost meditative precision. "These robes will serve you well in your journey, Padawan," he said, his voice echoing the wisdom of years spent serving the Order.

Once the fitting was complete, they left the tailor's quarters. Alaenna felt a subtle shift within herself as they walked back through the Temple. The corridors, once foreign and daunting, now felt more familiar, a part of her evolving story.

Mace Windu glanced at Alaenna, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. "Your training begins in earnest now. Be prepared, Padawan. The path of a Jedi is filled with challenges, but I believe in your ability to face them."

Alaenna nodded, her resolve strengthening with each step. She was no longer an outsider looking in; she was becoming an integral part of the Jedi Order, her destiny interwoven with the ancient legacy of the Force.

Returning to Mace Windu's quarters, Alaenna felt a newfound sense of belonging. The Temple was her home now, and she was ready to embrace the trials and triumphs that lay ahead on her path as a Jedi Padawan.

The shared quarters of Mace Windu, bathed in the soft, ethereal light of dawn, became a sanctuary where a sacred ritual was about to unfold. As Mace and Alaenna entered, they found Masters Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi awaiting them, their expressions imbued with a solemn gravity that spoke of the ancient Jedi tradition they were about to honor.

"Masters," Alaenna greeted, her voice a harmonious blend of reverence and an emerging sense of familial connection. The air seemed to hum with the unspoken significance of what was to transpire.

Plo Koon, his towering figure exuding a calm authority, acknowledged her with a nod. Behind his mask, his eyes conveyed a deep, oceanic wisdom.

"Alaenna, the time has come for us to establish our Force bond. This is more than a mere formality; it is a deepening of our connection, essential for the journey that lies ahead."

Obi-Wan, his aura radiating a gentle yet firm resolve, stepped slightly forward. "Through this bond, we shall be united in ways beyond the physical. Our thoughts, emotions, and spirits will intertwine, allowing us to guide, support, and understand each other on a profound level."

Alaenna's heart fluttered with a mixture of awe and a nascent sense of belonging. The concept of a Force bond, a spiritual and mental link so profound, was both daunting and exhilarating.

Mace Windu, his presence a steady anchor in the flowing currents of the Force, gestured for them to form a circle. "Close your eyes, Alaenna. Let the Force flow freely through you, connecting your essence with ours."

As they closed their eyes, the room was enveloped in a profound silence, the kind that speaks louder than words. Alaenna inhaled deeply, reaching into the depths of her being, extending her senses outwards. She felt the Force around her, a vibrant tapestry of life and energy, pulsating with the collective presence of her Masters.

The voice of Plo Koon, resonating with a timbre that seemed to echo across the vastness of space, guided her. "Sense our presence within the Force, Alaenna. We are bound by more than duty; we are a union of minds and spirits, a singular force guided by our commitment to the path of the Jedi."

Gradually, a warm sensation began to spread through Alaenna, starting from the core of her being and extending outwards. It was as if invisible strands of light were weaving around them, connecting her to Mace, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan. She could sense their individual essences — the unwavering strength of Mace, the serene wisdom of Plo Koon, and the empathetic courage of Obi-Wan.

The bond wove its way through their beings, a delicate yet powerful connection that felt as natural as breathing. It was a harmonious symphony of spirits, a confluence of energies that resonated with a profound sense of unity.

Opening their eyes, they looked at each other, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. The bond was established, a living entity in the Force that linked them together.

"We are with you, now and always," Obi-Wan affirmed, his voice a testament to the profound connection they had just forged. "No matter where your path leads, you will never be alone."

Plo Koon's voice, always a soothing balm, added, "The Force has intertwined our destinies for a purpose. Together, we shall walk this path, facing whatever the future may bring."

Alaenna felt a newfound sense of confidence and belonging. The bond was more than a ritual; it was a promise, a shared commitment that they would face the trials of the galaxy as one.

Following the profound establishment of their Force bond, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan Kenobi gathered around Alaenna for a ceremonial tradition that would further signify her new status as a Padawan. The air in Mace’s quarters was thick with a sense of history and tradition, the early light casting a serene ambiance over the scene.

Alaenna sat calmly, a sense of solemnity mixed with quiet excitement evident in her posture. Her silver hair, usually free-flowing, lay ready for the symbolic braid that would mark her as a Padawan under the tutelage of these three Jedi Masters.

Mace Windu spoke first, his voice imbued with the gravity of the moment. "The Padawan braid is not just a symbol of your status, but a reminder of the journey you are embarking upon. It signifies your commitment to the Jedi path and to our teachings."

Obi-Wan stepped forward, a small, intricately carved bead in his hand. "This bead," he explained, holding it up to the light, "represents the unity and bond between us. It is the first of many you will collect on your journey."

Plo Koon, his hands steady and precise, began the delicate task of weaving Alaenna’s hair into a braid. His movements were methodical, each twist and turn a testament to the significance of the ritual. "Each strand represents a lesson, an experience, and the strength you will gain from them," he said softly.

As the braid took shape, Alaenna felt a deep connection to the lineage of Padawans who had come before her. She was acutely aware of the weight of the braid, not just in physical terms, but in what it symbolized — her place in the vast continuum of the Jedi Order.

With gentle reverence, Obi-Wan threaded the bead onto the braid, securing it near the end. "With this, your journey as a Padawan truly begins," he said, his voice tinged with pride and a hint of emotion.

Mace Windu placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch reassuring. "You are a part of us now, Alaenna. Your journey will be challenging, but you will never face it alone."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of the Temple coming to life. Alaenna touched the braid, feeling its texture, the weight of the bead, and the immense significance it held.

She looked up at her Masters, her eyes shining with gratitude and determination. "I will wear this braid with honor, Masters. I am ready to learn, to grow, and to face the challenges ahead."

The three Jedi Masters exchanged looks of mutual respect and understanding. They had undertaken a great responsibility in training Alaenna, but in her, they saw a bright future, a promise of hope in a galaxy that was becoming increasingly shrouded in darkness.

Stood around Alaenna, discussing the next crucial step in her Jedi journey.

"As soon as the demands of the war allow, we will make the journey to Ilum," Mace stated, his voice echoing the solemnity of the tradition. "It is there, in the sacred crystal caves, that Jedi have long sought their kyber crystals."

Alaenna, seated and listening intently, felt a stir in the Force as Mace spoke. She hesitated for a moment before interjecting, "Masters, I don't believe that will be necessary. I've already felt a connection, a calling to my kyber crystals. One is here, within the Temple, and the other... it's close, somewhere on Coruscant, but not in the Temple."

The three Jedi Masters exchanged surprised glances. Plo Koon, his voice calm and thoughtful, responded first. "That is highly unusual, Alaenna. The Force guiding a Padawan to their crystal before the pilgrimage to Ilum is rare, but to sense it so precisely..."

Obi-Wan leaned in, curiosity evident in his expression. "And you're certain of this? That one of these crystals is within the Temple itself, and the other nearby?"

Alaenna nodded, her eyes reflecting the depth of her conviction. "Yes, Master Kenobi. It's as if they're calling out to me. The one outside of the Temple feels like it's bathed in light, while the other has a different presence, harder to define, but it's here in the temple."

Mace Windu considered her words, his gaze introspective. "The Force works in mysterious ways, but this is unprecedented. Your connection to the Force, Alaenna, it's unlike anything we've encountered."

"The implications of this are significant," Obi-Wan added. "If the Force is guiding you so directly, your path as a Jedi might be different from any we've known."

Plo Koon's voice, ever a source of wisdom, resonated with a sense of wonder. "Perhaps this is a sign of the changing times, an indication that the Force is adapting to the challenges we face."

Alaenna listened to their exchange, feeling a sense of awe at the path unfolding before her. "I trust in the Force's guidance, Masters. It's as if these crystals are a part of my destiny, a part of the path I'm meant to walk."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, the gravity of her words hanging in the air. The Jedi Masters looked at each other, acknowledging the uniqueness of Alaenna's situation and the potential it held.

"We will need to meditate on this," Mace finally said. "The Force is clearly guiding you in a unique way. We must be cautious, but also open to the possibilities it presents."

In the heart of the Jedi Temple, a sense of profound contemplation filled Mace Windu’s quarters as Alaenna and her Masters, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, settled into a deep meditation.

The morning light filtered softly through the windows, casting serene patterns on the floor. Each Jedi was introspective, their minds attuned to the Force, seeking guidance and understanding for the unprecedented path that lay ahead for their new Padawan.

Alaenna closed her eyes, breathing deeply, letting the Force flow through her. It was a river of light, encompassing and warm, and within its current, she felt the distinct pull of her kyber crystal. It was a gentle tug at first, like the faint melody of a distant song, growing stronger and clearer with each passing moment.

Mace, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan, connected to Alaenna through their newly formed bond, felt the resonance of the crystal's call. It was an unusual experience, even for these seasoned Jedi, to sense so vividly through the perspective of another.

"The crystal is guiding her," Mace murmured, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

"It's more than guidance; it's a connection," Plo Koon added, his voice tinged with awe.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, watching Alaenna with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. "Let's follow this path. The Force is clearly leading us."

Rising together, they followed Alaenna as she moved through the Temple, guided by an unseen force. The hallways and chambers of the ancient structure seemed to watch over them, the very stones echoing with the history and mysteries of the Jedi Order.

The journey was a winding one, leading them through meditation chambers, along balconies overlooking the vast cityscape of Coruscant, and down seldom-used corridors. With each step, the call of the crystal grew stronger, a harmonious song that resonated in the very core of Alaenna's being.

Jedi they passed paused to watch, sensing the importance of their quest. Whispers followed them, a ripple of curiosity spreading through the Temple. Alaenna's connection to the Force, so unique and powerful, was becoming a topic of quiet speculation and wonder among the Order.

Finally, in an ancient storeroom filled with relics and artifacts from forgotten eras, Alaenna halted. Dust motes danced in the beams of light that pierced the shadowy interior, illuminating shelves laden with objects imbued with the Force.

"Here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's here."

The room was still, the air thick with the presence of the past. Alaenna moved towards a small, unassuming box on a lower shelf, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to open it.

As the lid creaked open, a warm, bronze light emanated from within. Nestled on a bed of ancient fabric lay a kyber crystal, its color a deep, resonant brown with hints of bronze. It pulsed with a light that seemed to sing with righteousness and ancient wisdom.

"The Bondara's Folly," Mace breathed out, his eyes wide with recognition. "A crystal of legend, used by only one Jedi in our history."

Alaenna carefully picked up the crystal, and as she did, a wave of harmony swept through the room. Through their bond, Mace, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan heard the crystal's song, a symphony of light and power that resonated with Alaenna's spirit.

"It's beautiful," Alaenna whispered, holding the crystal reverently. "It feels... right."

The Masters gathered around her, sensing the significance of the moment. The Bondara's Folly was more than a kyber crystal; it was a symbol of a path less traveled, a destiny unique and profound.

"This is your crystal, Alaenna," Obi-Wan said, his voice filled with a sense of wonder. "Chosen by the Force, for you."

Plo Koon added, "Its rarity speaks of the uniqueness of your journey. The Force has indeed set a remarkable path for you."

As they left the storeroom, the crystal securely in Alaenna's possession, a sense of accomplishment and awe filled them. They had witnessed a piece of history, a new chapter in the annals of the Jedi, unfolding before their eyes.

Word of the discovery spread through the Temple, igniting conversations and speculations. The discovery of the Bondara's Folly, a crystal of legend, in the hands of a new Padawan was a sign of extraordinary things to come.

With the Bondara's Folly kyber crystal now in her possession, Alaenna felt a profound sense of accomplishment, yet she knew her journey was not complete. Another crystal was calling to her, its presence elusive but undeniably close. As they reconvened in Mace Windu's quarters, the light of the morning sun casting long, contemplative shadows, the sense of unfinished business lingered in the air.

"There's another crystal," Alaenna said, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"It's not in the Temple, but I can feel it. It's on Coruscant, somewhere close." The three Masters exchanged thoughtful looks, sensing the significance of Alaenna's words.

"To find a kyber crystal outside the Temple, especially on a planet as vast and chaotic as Coruscant, is no simple task," Mace mused, his brow furrowed in contemplation. Plo Koon's voice, steady and reassuring, broke the silence.

"We must trust in the Force and in Alaenna's connection to it. This second crystal is part of her path, a path we are now bound to support." Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. "We'll need to prepare for a journey beyond the Temple's walls. The lower levels of Coruscant can be dangerous. We should not venture there lightly." Mace stood, decisive.

"I'll arrange for a detachment to accompany us. The Wolffe Pack and members of Ghost Company will provide the support we need." Alaenna listened, the reality of venturing into the unknown depths of Coruscant setting in. She felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of apprehension. The lower levels were notorious for their perilous nature.

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The air on the landing platform was charged with a tangible sense of expectation as Alaenna, accompanied by her Masters, approached the assembled clone troopers. The sun, now climbing higher in the Coruscant sky, cast a radiant light over the scene, highlighting the contrast between the Jedi and the soldiers in their armor.

Cody, the natural leader, stood at the forefront, his stance exuding an air of command and respect. His eyes, hidden behind the visor, scrutinized Alaenna, taking in her poised demeanor and the subtle aura of determination that seemed to emanate from her. He had encountered many Jedi, but Alaenna was different, a fact that resonated within him.

"So, this is the Padawan everyone's talking about," he thought, his initial skepticism giving way to a sense of respect. "There’s more to her than meets the eye."

Wolffe, with his characteristic cautiousness, observed Alaenna from a distance. His experience had taught him to be wary, but there was something about her that piqued his interest. "She’s unlike any Jedi we've encountered," he noted inwardly. "There’s a depth to her connection with the Force that’s almost tangible."

Boil and Waxer, known for their camaraderie and light-hearted banter, shared a look that conveyed their mutual curiosity. "She's got a presence, alright," Boil commented silently, while Waxer pondered the implications of her unique abilities. "Her journey could change the tide of this war," Waxer contemplated, his usually jovial demeanor tinged with a rare seriousness.

Sinker observed the scene with a relaxed yet attentive posture, his curiosity more casual but no less genuine. "Interesting times ahead, it seems," he mused, watching as Alaenna interacted with her Masters, a sense of unity and purpose evident in their exchange.

As the introductions were made, Alaenna extended a hand towards the clone commanders. Her voice, when she spoke, was calm and imbued with a quiet strength. "I'm honored to have your support on this mission," she said, her silver eyes meeting theirs with an unwavering gaze.

Cody was the first to respond, his voice firm and respectful. "We're at your service, Padawan Alaenna. The Wolffe Pack and Ghost Company are ready to assist in any way we can."

The interaction was brief but significant, a moment that bridged the worlds of the Jedi and the clone troopers. It was a mutual recognition of the challenges ahead and the roles each would play.

As the group boarded the transport, the atmosphere was a blend of focused determination and underlying curiosity. The clone troopers, while disciplined and mission-oriented, couldn’t help but feel a growing interest in the Padawan who had already made such an impression on their commanders and the Jedi Order.

Alaenna, for her part, felt a growing sense of camaraderie with the clones. Their dedication and bravery were qualities she admired and respected. She sensed the beginnings of what would become deep and lasting bonds, the kind forged in the crucible of shared trials and challenges.

The transport lifted off, its engines humming steadily as it descended into the bustling depths of Coruscant. Below them, the city sprawled in all its chaotic glory – a labyrinth of lights, shadows, and uncharted destinies. Alaenna peered out of the window, her mind focused on the task ahead, yet open to the myriad experiences and lessons that awaited her.

The descent into the dense underbelly of Coruscant was a stark contrast to the serene heights of the Jedi Temple. The transport, carrying Alaenna and her entourage of Jedi Masters and clone troopers, sliced through the thick, smog-filled air, descending into the bustling chaos of the lower levels. The atmosphere was a cacophony of alien dialects, sizzling street food, and the relentless hum of overworked machinery. Neon lights flickered erratically, casting a lurid glow over the motley crowds.

Alaenna, her senses heightened and her focus inward, felt the pull of the Force guiding her unerringly through the tangled labyrinth of streets and alleys. Her Jedi Masters – Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan Kenobi – followed in silent trust, their confidence in her abilities palpable. The clone troopers, led by Commander Wolffe and including Cody, Boil, Waxer, and Sinker, formed a protective ring around them, their hands resting lightly on their blasters.

The search led them deeper into the heart of the city's underbelly, where the air was thick with the scent of unrefined fuel and the desperation of its inhabitants. Finally, guided by an unseen force, Alaenna stopped before a nondescript stall in a crowded marketplace. The stall, run by a wary Rodian merchant, was cluttered with a mishmash of objects – relics, trinkets, and artifacts of dubious origin.

It was there, hidden among the chaos of items, that Alaenna's senses zeroed in on a small, unassuming box. As she reached out and opened it, a wave of resonant energy washed over her, the unmistakable call of her second kyber crystal.

Inside the box lay a crystal of breathtaking beauty – a Solari crystal. It shimmered with an iridescent sheen, its core radiating a pure, ethereal light. The Solari, known for its connection to the light side of the Force, was a find of remarkable rarity.

As Alaenna held the crystal, a melodious resonance filled not only her senses but also reached out to her Masters through their bond. Mace, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan felt the crystal's song, a harmonious symphony that echoed the purity and light of the Force.

"The Solari crystal..." Obi-Wan whispered in awe, his eyes reflecting the light of the crystal. "A symbol of clarity and purity. Its rarity is matched only by its connection to the light."

Mace Windu studied the crystal, a sense of wonder breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. "To find one rare crystal is a feat, but two... This is unprecedented. The Force is indeed guiding you on a unique path, Alaenna."

Plo Koon, his voice resonating with a deep wisdom, nodded in agreement. "The Force has chosen well. These crystals, and their rarity, speak volumes of the journey you are destined to undertake."

The transport's ascent from the tangled depths of Coruscant's underbelly was a journey not just through the city’s stratified levels, but through a maelstrom of thoughts and reflections within its occupants.

The confines of the vessel, though physically narrow, were filled with an expansive sense of wonder and contemplation. The rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting a serene glow that contrasted sharply with the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts churning within each individual.

Alaenna, the focus of this unprecedented mission, sat in a meditative poise, holding the Solari crystal in one hand and the Bondara's Folly in the other. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of deep concentration and connection. The Force flowed around her, through her, singing the song of the crystals, a melody that resonated with the very core of her being. She was lost in the harmony, oblivious to the world around her, yet profoundly connected to the universe in a way that was both awe-inspiring and mystifying.

Mace Windu, seated opposite Alaenna, observed her with a sense of profound introspection. His mind, typically a fortress of strategy and discipline, was now adrift in the sea of possibilities that Alaenna's unique connection to the Force presented. "Two kyber crystals, both of extraordinary rarity, have chosen her," he pondered, the significance not lost on him. "The Bondara's Folly, a symbol of strength and resilience, and the Solari, emblematic of purity and clarity. This is more than mere coincidence; it is the Force manifesting its will in ways we have yet to fully comprehend."

Plo Koon, his demeanor as calm as the deepest oceans, was awash with his thoughts. "The Force is guiding her on a path that is both luminous and intricate. These crystals, especially the Solari, known for its affinity with the light side of the Force, suggest a destiny intertwined with the very essence of the Jedi creed. The Bondara's Folly, a crystal of resilience, speaks to the challenges she will face. We must be vigilant in our guidance, yet open to the lessons this journey will bring."

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the ever-thoughtful mediator, found himself grappling with the implications of what they had witnessed. "Alaenna's journey is reshaping our understanding of the Force. The Solari and Bondara's Folly, each with its unique history and symbolism, coming together in the hands of a single Padawan. It's as if the Force is charting a new course through her, a course that may redefine what it means to be a Jedi."

The clone troopers, led by Commander Wolffe, shared a sense of muted awe. Though not as attuned to the Force as the Jedi, they could sense the magnitude of the discovery. "Two rare crystals, found by a single Padawan," Wolffe thought, his respect for the Jedi and their ways deepening. "There's something extraordinary happening here, something that goes beyond our usual missions and battles."

As the transport neared the Jedi Temple, the last light of the day bathed the spires in a golden hue, welcoming them back to a place of peace and learning. Alaenna opened her eyes, the crystals still resting in her hands. The sense of connection she felt with them was profound and personal, yet she was acutely aware of the journey ahead, a journey that would not only define her destiny but also touch the lives of those around her.

The doors of the transport hissed open, and they disembarked onto the familiar grounds of the Temple. The journey had ended, but it was also just beginning. Each step they took was laden with the promise of discovery, the forging of new paths, and the unfolding of a destiny guided by the unseen hand of the Force.

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