#commander cody is a crazy bastard

[jabba-the-fett]

“We make our own decisions. Our own choices. And we have to live with them too” - Commander Cody

Idk how digital art works, but here’s a Commander Cody I spent way too much time on

[jabba-the-fett]

This will go great! Only the craziest bastards in the GAR here @robertfettuccine

This is an in progress work by me if you couldn’t tell

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

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[blackkatmagic]

Sometimes it just hits me all over again how fucking insane Cody is. Like, Grievous is an enemy general who regularly kills Jedi, is armed with four (4!!!!!) lightsabers, and has in canon wiped out entire battalions full of clones when Jedi try to confront him. And Cody just. balls to the wall goes for it and full-on tackles the bastard. Dog-piles the guy who's killed more Jedi than probably any one single person. And he punches Grievous in his (metal!!!) face while he's at it.

And! His men follow his lead.

What the hell kind of charisma and pure brass balls do you have to have for that. Honestly.

[padawansuggest]

Helix: *goes to help pull a halfway melted part of Cody’s blacks up so he could cut it off, and get smacked on the hand for it* hmmm…

Cody: *did not mean to do that just got startled while he was trying to do the same thing to his left ankle, isn’t actually hurt just annoyed because melted blacks apparently stick to your body hair* …!!!

Helix: You know. I once had a dream where you drank so much coffee your body started to shut down.

Cody: …???

Helix: Yeah. I guess it starts with paranoia, huh?

Cody: -_- I think it has more to do with the shinies that tried to wax me with my own melted blacks.

Helix: Keep telling yourself that.

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LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

Introspection fucking sucks, according to Commander Fox.

The thing about him is, he’s been made out to be a bastard and ever since their batch found their calling or whatever he’s embraced that role.

Every batch needed someone who didn’t secretly want to be cuddled, who pushed others away so he could keep track of the big picture.

Cody had competed for the role for a while. As did Wolffe.

For Cody, his heart, big and fragile once you got to know him, got in the way in the end. He sees the whole picture, craves it so he won’t go crazy from the losses. But he believes in people and their goodness.

Fox doesn’t.

Wolffe made the mistake of getting the galaxy’s best General. General Koon shits rainbows and glitter, from what Fox has been forced to listen to.

Fox has… the Chancellor.

He takes a swig of water and wishes it were something stronger. But Quin is on the other side of Fox’s desk, reading glasses ever so slowly slipping down his nose while he’s crunching and tracking the numbers to prove the Chancellor is, indeed, siphoning credits off the Republic to giftwrap them for the Seppies.

He takes another swig.

Wouldn’t surprise him if Palpatine turned out to be the villain of the whole story.

Brought Fox to drink with the kind attitude, the cruelty so expertly hidden from first glance, cushioned in false promises and support.

Hadn’t been pretty. But it had been easy. You go to the right places, people are only too willing to shell out for some drinks. Entertainment and morbid curiosity what brings a clone to their knees.

Some found the lisp he has because of the scar that ransacks through his lips and tongue endearing but most hadn’t bothered with wanting him talking.

Some wanted to inspect the changes in the Corrie armor up close and cozy.

If shit hadn’t already multiplied, Organa came flouncing into the Guard offices every two weeks with a new design like they were his little dress-up dolls.

The last design, the one that stayed, had a dummy connector installed in the backplate.

Fox hadn’t mentioned it. Had stewed over how the Guard, already isolated from the rest of the GAR, wasn’t even considered for the neural network that would make them more efficient, more deadly if activated. Treated like scum on a pedestal, overlooked and taken for granted.

Fox takes every advantage he can squeeze from that.

Every batch needs a willing loner who’s got the big picture in his head at all times and doesn’t care for the minutiae.

Fox had been comfortable in that role, really. He saw Thorn and Stone and Thire and the rest of them making friends and lovers and heartbreak, and that was the last fucking thing Fox wanted.

And then came Vos. Appearing from the shadows like a designer nightmare.

For such a short time they’ve sure gone through a lot together.

To the point Vos became Quinlan became Quin became Vos again became someone Fox clung to while fighting fucking addiction and the realization that he is stupid enough to become addicted.

No matter what Quin had said, Fox was supposed to be the pinnacle of cloning and artificially creating the perfect soldier. Addiction is a weakness and fault.

Fox almost did something extremely stupid over that one.

Turns out it’s all part of the sentient experience.

Fucking sucks.

Quin had laughed at that, ugly and bruised laughter, continuing to comb his fingers over Fox’s head. “Tell me about it.”

An eloquent way to say Quin was going through withdrawal himself.

They got outside help after that.

“Hey, Depa,” Quin murmurs absently after answering his comm, pushes his glasses up.

“Quinlan, is your line still secure?”

“‘Course. Especially after Fox got his grubby little hands all over it.”

Fox shows him the middle finger of one of his grubby little hands.

“Good,” General Billaba clips out. Quin straightens up, and maybe Fox’s attention isn’t misplaced here. “Good. Commander Cody was activated by the Sith Lord and he’s bringing Obi-Wan to Coruscant.”

Activated.

Quin is silent. Blinks up at the ceiling. “Can you run that by me again?”

“Quinlan, we have reason to be believe the Chancellor is the Sith Lord.”

Hah. Fox got that one right on his bingo card, at least.

Cody got activated.

As they’ve learned, the neural network - battlefield mediation, in fancy Kamino speak - is activated by a designated Force using GAR personnel. Surprisingly, the status is even an optional display on the screens of every trooper’s vambrace. Or not so surprisingly.

Cody got activated by the Chancellor. Who is the Sith Lord the Order has been hunting.

Fox will deal with that later or never, whatever comes first.

He’s comming the Guard all across the planet, checking the weapons on his person, while General Billaba explains the situation. He appreciates her succinct manner, he’s gotta say.

“I’m on the way to detain Anakin. Mace is following the ship Commander Cody captured but we need someone to intercept them on Coruscant before he reaches Palpatine.” She halts for a brief moment. “Obi-Wan seems to believe the Commander has betrayed him when he knows about the neural link inside the clones. We are fearing the Darkness is deliberately attacking and clouding his senses.”

“I’m on my way,” Quin nods, adds with a calculating glance at Fox, “I’m not sure I have back-up.”

“Funny thing about the Alderaan design of the guard armor,” Fox comments, checking the plasma charge on his DC, and vows to give Senator fucking Organa a sliced fruit platter, “the Guard doesn’t have the connector to the neural link.”

He comms their resident medic next and orders every gundark-level tranquilizer delivered to him.

Cody got activated and is following the orders of a Sith Lord.

Stars help them.

[ciramaris]

Glory

Chapter 3

Wordcount: ca. 1'800

Pairings: Commander Cody x fem!Reader

Summary: You are a Republic Naval Captain (Rank just below Admiral Block) and are rather new to the Negotiator. It has been two weeks since you arrived. Your fellow Bridge Crew betrayed you, now the Admiral and you try to bring the Negotiator back to Coruscant.

Autors Note: Chat *** Official GAR Report ***

⚠️Warnings ⚠️ canon typical violence ⚔ ambigious♨️

Tell me, if I forgot something

Blitz sighed while he starred at the Officers behind the ray shield. They were rowdy - understandably. But he hated prisoners who were loud.

Cody sighed too and starred at him. ,,Slick?”

Blitz nodded. ,,Yeah, I told her 'Slick' means Traitors. Here she used it as. ,We need to get out of here because of traitors.’ I knew when I saw her face, something was wrong.”

Cody nodded thoughtful. ,,And you really think Y/N and I could have something similar?”

Blitz smirked. ,,Kote, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I’m sure you can have something similar, but made just for the two of you.” He sighed and grimaced. ,,And about me? She will pair me with her Medic Friend of the 31ft.”

Cody smirked. ,,Well, is she beautiful?”

Blitz grin. ,,Yeah, Cecilia is beautiful. I spoke with her fellow Medics. She is also smart and thinks outside the box a lot. Crowder was worried, when she first started with them but now he is not worried any more. She once patched their General up with only Bactasolution and Tape. The I.V. Solution. She created some kind of tape-foil bubble and injected the Bacta in it. Because they were out of Bacta patches and Gel. It healed properly.”

Cody nodded. ,,Sounds like this woman is just as Advanced and self reliant as you, Vod.”

Blitz smirked. ,,Yeah, I got that feeling. But I don’t want to make it too easy for Y/N to set us up.”

Cody laughed. ,,Yeah, I guess she would hold it over your head for a long time.”

Blitz grin snd was just about to reply, when his Datapad chimed, he frowned and looked at it. Then his eyes widened. ,,She did it again.”

Kote frowned. ,,Who?”

,,Cecilia. She went out after their MIA." (Missing In Action) He read further and sighed. ,,I’m beginning to think Y/N wants to pair Cecilia and me, so I can bring her home, qfter the recklessstunts she pulls...” He shook his head. ,,Look what that crazy woman did.” He held his Datapad out for Kote.

Kote frowned and took it.

***

15:45 Coruscant Time| Local time 23:45|

Sergeant Medic CC- 1209-67 {Crowder} reports:

《 Cecilia Hart MIA 》

Situation:

Medic Hart Reported several times to Captain CC-3408 {Chain} ,I know they are out there and alive, we have to get them back! No one is left behind.”

After several Regional Life scans, which resulted in no signs. Captain CC-3408 {Chain} ordered Medic Hart to her Quarters to cool off.

Medic Hart did retreat to her Quarters but unbeknownst to Captain CC-3408 {Chain} , she exited the Base perimeters and is now reported as MIA, since there was no live signs of her for 52h. Regional Scans have also showed no results in finding the Civilian Medic Cecilia Hart.

***

Cody shook his head. ,,What do you think happened? She found them or what ?”

Blitz shrugged. ,,I don’t know, Kote. But as soon as we are on Coruscant I’ll fly to her and find her.”

Kote frowned. ,,If you have the order.”

Blitz smirked. ,,Cecilia is the adoptive Sister of one of the Senators. It is vital for the Republic to get her back.”

Kote laughed. ,,Really?”

Blitz nodded. ,,Yeah, Senator Amidala’s adoptive Sister. She never took Naberrie as her last name, also to keep herself safe, since Amidala run for Queen quite early in her life.”

Kote clapped his Vod on his Pauldron. ,,Lucky Bastard.”

Blitz laughed. ,,I’ll get our Girl back, one way or another. I just hope, she is stuck somewhere in a cave and not in Separatist Hands.”

Kote nodded thoughtful. ,,Hope is always good, Vod. It keeps ya going.”

Blitz nodded. He frowned. ,,Did we just exit Hyperspace?”

Kote frowned and called Block.

,,The Admiral?”

,,Cody here, did we just drop out of Hyperspace?”

,,Yes, we did, we made some alternate calculations and we are above Coruscant. We will begin landing sequences soon.”

Cody frowned. ,,Good, Admiral.” And shut the comm off.

Blitz frowned. ,,It is a 8h trip to Coruscant. How did we do it in 4h?”

Kote shrugged. ,,You’ll go ask your Sister.”

Blitz nodded and left for the bridge.

He saw Block on the Comm Console with Yularen and spotted you in front of the viewport.

,,Y/N? How did you do it in 4h?”

You turned and grin. ,,Mathematics, Blitz. We let the Reactor core work double and cut the energy on several places, for example the hangar and the lifts, and we dimmed the lights on several decks, others we shut down completely.”

He frowned. ,,You want to tell me, we just traveled double light speed?”

You laughed. ,,No, not double but just as fast as light. You see light speed in not actual light speed it is the speed of the slowest lights but now we traveled with the fastest lights. Usually hyperspace is blue and dark blue and sometimes white with it. Now it was just white. Blindingly so even.”

He nodded. ,,Alright and now?”

You shrugged. ,,Now we set everything back to normal.”

Blitz nodded. ,,I need to leave I have another assignment. It starts as soon as I sit in my ARC 170.”

You nodded. ,,I’ll miss you. Be careful and come back home safely.” You hugged him.

Blitz grin. ,,I love you too, Y/N. Go out with Kote to 79’s.”

You laughed. ,,Matchmaker.”

He grin and kissed the top of your head. ,,See ya.”

You nodded. ,,Ret’urcye mhi” (Maybe we’ll meet again/ Goodbye)

Blitz grin and laughed. ,,Ret’urcye mhi, Vod’ika.”

You looked after him. When he walked out of the bridge you turned back to the Viewport. In ftojt of you, you saw the two massive blast doors of the main hangar open and a in comparison tiny ARC 170 leave to Coruscant. A moment later you saw a Gunship approach and your Comm chimed.  ,,Yes?”

,,Would you be so kind as to open your Hangar for us, Y/N?”

You grin. ,,Already open, Admiral.”

Moments later Yularen and his Deck Officers were on your Bridge. ,,My dear. What have you been up to, this time?”

You grin. ,,Nothing much really. I just wanted to go home while they wanted to go to Ryndellia.”

He frowned. ,,Where the Medical Station is?”

You nodded. ,,Yes, I didn’t ask them. I’ll leave the questioning to the Jedi. They are much more persuasive than I am.”

He smirked. ,,Yes they are. Alright.” He louder said. ,,On your positions!”

You smirked, when you saw his new naval Commander. The last three he had were thrown out because of their incompetence. This one was with him for 4 months. Yularen glared at the rookie but you knew, his glare was better than being ignored. If Yularen glared, then you were doing it right but just too slow. If he ignored you, you were not needed and thus incompetent.

He sighed. ,,Would you mind showing him how it is done, dear?”

You smiled, nodded and helped the rookie.

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Cody sighed, he was tired and felt drained after all this, first the Campaign on Geonosis, then the Queen and now his Ships crew were traitors. He sighed and wondered if Y/N was busy. He opted to go up to the Bridge but remembered he needed to round up his men to get them ready. He sighed and ordered his men to pack their things and clean up the messes they made. While he was once again stuck behind his Datapad writing reports.

He sat down in the Messhall and sipped Coffee while he wrote reports and read reports from his Medics and Captains.

He was curious about Blitz, he looked up his Mission log but was blocked due to non ARC Status. The only thing he saw, was:

{On duty}

He sighed. Was he supposed to tell you, your best friends were both in danger out there somewhere? He hoped not. He got the feeling if he knew and didn’t tell you, you would feel betrayed and if he told you - you were worried. He sighed and focused back on his reports.

The next ting he knew, was you were bugging him to get up. He groaned. ,,No.”

You sighed. ,,Kote, come on, we’re home. Get up, or I’ll push you off the bench.”

He lifted his head and blinked sleepy. ,,What?”

You chuckled. ,,We landed and are on Coruscant.”

He sighed and stretched. His shoulders popped as well as his back from being in this weird hunched over position. He looked at you and smiled gently. ,,You would really push me off the bench?”

You nodded. ,,Absolutely. I want to get out of here.”

He sighed and stood up. He clipped his Datapad to his Utility belt and stood next to you. ,,So, you wanted to push me off the bench, while I was sleeping?” he asked determined.

You cocked your head. And hesitated to answer him, when he looked at you, like you were his prey. ,,Yeah… I told you….I wanted to get out… of here.” You studied him warily.

He smirked. ,,Well, you should better run then.” He flexed his Fingers.

Your eyes widened, your turned and run out of the Messhall as fast as you could.

Cody laughed, amused. You really thought you could escape him? There was a reason why Jango named him Glory.

You run through the hallway, dodging all his brothers and even the crates while you run towards the hangar.

Cody was hot on your heels.

When you finally arrived at the Hangar you glanced around and didn’t see him, your run to your Z-95 Headhunter and then out of nowhere he grabbed your waist and tickled you. You went to the floor laughing and giggling.

,,You really thought you could outrun me?”

You nodded while you laughed.

He grin. ,,Still think that?”

You shook your head and kept on laughing.

He smirked and let your breath for two seconds, then tickled your again.

,,I’m-“ you laughed. ,,-sorry.”

He grin. ,,What for Mesh’la?”

He let you breath again. ,,For saying I’d push you off the bench.”

He nodded. ,,Aha.”

You grin. ,,I just said it, so you would wake up faster.”

He raised his brows. ,,Is that so?”

You nodded. ,,Yes.”

He pursed his lips and tickled you again. ,,Alright, Blitz told me to go out with you tonight. You coming with me?”

You smirked . ,,Want me to wear gold?”

He gazed at you softly . ,,You shouldn’t.” Then he grin. ,,Captain Gold may think you actually like him.”

You laughed. ,,On no, thank you. No-thank you.”

He chuckled. ,,But I’m not telling you what to wear. Surprise me with something nice.”

You nodded. ,,Alright. What do you wear? Armor or Uniform?”

He smirked. ,,Uniform? No thank you.” He knocked on his chest. ,,This is more comfortable.”

You nodded. ,,Good.”

He helped you up. ,,Fly safely.”

You nodded. ,,See you later, Glory boy.”

He laughed, surprised at you nickname. Then he smirked. ,,Yeah, I know I am Glorious, maybe you’ll find out someday just how glorious.” He winked.

You blushed and hid your head inside your pilot helmet.

Cody chuckled triumphant.

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[mythical-illustrator]

Shipping time! How about Grace x Wolffe? If you already have that one maybe Cody?

I'm gonna do both of theme becuase you know what...the thots be thotting.

The cody one gets a little...spicy at the end.

Grace x Wolffe

They are eyeroll buddies, the amount of judgment the both of them can capture in one face, and whole ass conversations with glance at each other. They're defiently comunicate via eyebrow. Grace cares, so much but doesn't tollerate stupid. And will tell people-usually in such a way they have no idea they've been inuslted what she thinks of them. Wolffe has no filter but has learned to let Grace talk to people on diplomatic missions when Plo isn't around.

One of Grace's best friends is Anakin Skywalker, and she loves him, but boy do they both hate C3PO. Grace is constantly making jokes about pushing him off/out of the ship. What she doesn't know if she makes to many, Wolffe is defiently taking her up on that offer. He usually snaps and tells him to shut up when even Grace starts getting twitchy. When Wolffe reaches for blasters, Grace gives the droid a task to get him out of Wolffe's hair.

Wolffe and Grace would have met- when Grace transfered one her medicas to his new batallion. She stayed to make sure the transition went smooth. They defiently didn't hit it off right way. Wolffe looks stand offish and rude and Grace has a bad habit of holding herself tightly wound with the "Perfect Jedi" appearnce. Plo told the rest of the pack to be patient and trust in the force. Eventually Grace sliped, and said something deepily sarcastic at one of their missions- and the person was being less than respectful to his clone rescuers- and got Wolffe to chuckle which made her chuckle. After that it became a way of them to communicate- sarcasitc comments back and forth then witty banttern.

When ever Wolffe gets to grouchy with her she just snorts and says "I was there when we had to hold your eyeball in your head, you're not chasing me away that easily." Plo likes putting them together because despite the biting words, he feels good about them in the force.

These two...there banter builds and builds untill it explodes. He took more risks than she thought was neicasrry as a medic and when he refused medical treatment she would hunt him down. She corners him one day, shouting about how hes not actually expendable, and dying would be a waste of life.

"Start taking care of yourself you one eyed Bastard."

"Make me witch."

And then she shoved him over and agressibly kissed him. She immiedly back uped and tried hinding among her "Jedi" Persona but he just growled and shoved her agaisnt the wall. *Spicy times*

After that, there banter took on a more sexual edge then a more romantic one.

Grace x Cody.

Grace and cody have a more slow bulid realtionship. She gets temporary assigment aboard the Negotator and immeditly the crew notes her tendiency to behabe like Kenobi...which is a relief for Cody. He was afraid the child hood best friend of Skywalker would be as crazy as him. She was professional, Jedi persona that took charge of medical treatments and oragnization and it was one less thing they needed to worry about. Till someone attacked ther convoy. And he got to see the more untamed feral side of the this nightsiter turned Jedi. She stood her ground against hte droids and refused to leave men behind, fighting off clankers with a mixture of magic and the force, snarling at anythign that moved. Then she dragged back all the wounded men and treated their energies with smiles and laughter like she hadn't flipped a feral switch on the battle field. Cody decided then and there he would follow this woman anywhere into battle. Kenobi just smiled and left his commander in capable hands.

Grace and Cody are subtle in their relationships. Slow building as it is. It started with late nights, after Grace tracks down Kenobi for medical check ups, sassing the man and rolling her eyes and running healing energies and med scanners where ever she happens to find him. She'd do paperwork with the three, or just him when Kenobi was busy. At first she sat in silence, then she started asking after his men- like Waxer and boil, or the Ghost crew and how it got its name. He started asking her about the meaning of her tatttos. Those late night dicussions lead to a deep understanding between the two as they drifted closer and closer. She brought him caf and smiled, and he made her tea from Kenobis stash. One day while doing paperwork, he got up to go refeal her tea and when he came back- and to this day he still didn't know why he did it- but as he set her cup down, he leaned down and pressed a kiss right on the arch of her lekku. She moaned uner the attention and they both froze. Slowly, so very slowly, Grace looked up at him and Cody swore he stopped breathing. She stood, maintaining eye contact as she went till they stood chst to chset, breathing each others air.

"Being a jedi means putting the galaxy before your own needs." She said, and he nodded, trying to not flinch but she reached out and cupped his check. "But that doesn't mean we cant...you will always be second to the glaxy...but...." "I would happily stand beside you against the entire galaxy.' He whispered and she sucked in a breath before noding. Carfully she leaned up and pressed a kiss agains the side of his mouth- so carefully then waited to see if he would return her feelings. He did so galdly.

One of Grace's favorate things to do is help cody relax, so she'll put his head in her lap, and run her fingers through his hair and sing for him. She explained she didn't sing for anyone, not anympre, not since her bother was sold. But she sings soft songs about love and hope and runs her hands thorugh his hair because hes worth singing again.

Cody paints one of her tattos- after leaning all of their meanings on the underside of his amror, the one for Bravery and Championship. It presses agains his heart the same way hers does and only he knows its there. Grace cried when she saw it, stroking hte paint and before kissing Cody with all the love she had to give.

Grace went to men and asked if anyone on board did tattoos, the clones were very excited to tattoo their tattoed jedi and the ones who did it stuided hers with great intrest. She got a sun burst on her hip-all the men weere giddy while they watched it happen, distracting Cody the whole day while she got it done. She showed it to him later, lifting hte part of her dress and black under suit to show him the fresh ink. He spent the rest of the night pressing kisses around the tatto and once it was healed, lavishing all the attention on it while she rode his fingers.

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Can I request “you said to be honest, stop hitting me!” with Cody and maybe his droid punching making reader concerned?

So I could have sworn this was a ask I received in my box, but I for the life of me cannot find it. I think I’m going crazy. Either way, here it is! This was a lot of fun to write and this is a dynamic that I absolutely adore. Since I cannot remember where this request came in, I hope you see this and enjoy it!!

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Punches and Promises

As soon as word reached you, you were out of the medbay and stalking towards the bridge. 

He was up to it again. And you were going to kill him.

Cody was usually good at fessing up himself. He knew that it was better for him if he was honest from the get go. But that doesn't mean that occasionally he keeps things from you. And when he does, you see red. 

Maybe it was murderous look in your eyes or maybe it was just how quickly you were stomping through the halls, but as you moved through the ship, troopers and officers alike parted or ducked out of your way entirely. It was like they knew you were on the warpath and acted accordingly. 

Which was fine with you. 

The less bantha fodder you had to trudge through on your way to the bridge, meant the quicker you could string Commander Cody up yourself. 

The doors to the bridge opened, revealing the meeting going over the last mission was wrapping up. General Kenobi was finishing speaking and instructing everyone to get some rest when you burst in. 

“Commander Cody.” You said firmly, voice teetering on shouting. 

Everyone in the room turned to look at you.

Cody, the bastard, didn’t look at that bothered, like he expected this to happen.

General Kenobi sighed before waving his hand and everyone slowly began to disperse, talking amongst themselves, no doubt about you. But your eyes were fixed on Cody. The general gave Cody’s shoulder a pat. 

“Good luck my friend.” 

Cody sighed as he looked over at you seething. You leveled him with another look before turning on your heel and leaving. He tightened his hold on his bucket before following. 

You didn’t even bother to look back, knowing that he was behind you as you moved through the ship. You stopped near the weapons storage, opening the door and stepping inside. Cody followed moments later. 

As soon as the door shut, you rounded on him, hands on your hips and nostrils flaring.

“Do you want to explain to me why I heard that you were punching droids again?”

Cody at least had the nerve to look slightly sheepish. “Well-”

“Nope. Don’t you dare think about lying to me. Be honest.”

He sighed before setting his bucket down on a crate nearby. He turned back to you, meeting your gaze. “My blaster was damaged. Either I punch a droid or I get shot.”

Your chest tightened as your teeth ground together. Without thinking, you stepped forward and punched him hard on the arm. 

“Wait! What was that for?” He asked, voice rising as he looked at you with confusion. 

You hit him again.

“You said to be honest! Stop hitting me!” He cried, shying away. 

You hit him again. 

This time, when you were pulling away, he caught your arms and tugged you closer to him. His arms wound around your shoulders, keeping you tightly in his arms. Your fists still pushed at him, but you were clearly losing your will to fight. 

He pressed his lips against your hairline. 

“I’m sorry. I know I promised that I wouldn’t do it again, but I really had no other choice. When my blaster stopped working, all I could think about was not being able to see you again. I just wanted to come back to you in one piece.”

Anger flared up inside you again. “So you’re blaming me?” 

“No no no no!” He quickly stammered, tightening his hold as you pushed at him to get another swing in. “That’s not what I meant! Just, I didn’t think. I only wanted to get back to the ship so I could see you. Trust me, I am not going to do it again. I promise.”

You let your head thump against his chest plate, sniffling. Your hands curled around the edges of his armor while your knuckles throbbed from hitting his armor.

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” Your voice barely carried, but Cody heard it loud and clear. He had the nerve to laugh quietly.

“I’m still going to promise and I will do my absolute best to keep it. If I don’t, you have my permission to fully kick my shebs from here to Coruscant.”

“I will. You know I will.”

Cody smiled, ducking his nose against the top of your head. “I know you will. Now, I know that you will want to take a look at my hands, but first, I’d really like to say a proper hello.”

You buried your face in his chest and refused to look up. He laughed lightly. “Come on. Look at me, please?”

You bit down your lip, hesitating for a moment before looking up at him. He smiled softly, raising a hand to brush aside the small tear that had leaked out from the corner of your eye. 

“There you are.” He breathed. “I’m really happy to see you.”

You sniffled. “Me too.”

Cody’s grin widened. He took this moment to lean down and kiss you gently. It’s embarrassing how quickly you forgot your anger and utterly melted against him. He seemed to have realized he was forgiven because he deepened the kiss, making you whine against him. He pulled away, only to seemingly decide against it and dove back in. 

Rationally, you knew this was not a great place to be doing this.

Sure, pretty much everyone knew about your relationship. It being the best kept “secret” of the ship. But there was a difference between everyone knowing and pretending not to and someone like an officer catching the two of you and having to write a report about it. 

You weren’t too keen on finding out what would happen after that.

You pressed your palms against his chest and pushed lightly. “Cody. Cody, come on.” 

He was choosing to ignore you, continuing to pull you back in every time you earned an inch away. You could feel your resolve crumbling with every press of his lips against yours and knew you had to put a stop to this before you slipped completely. 

Your foot stomping on his foot did the trick.

“Hey!” Cody cried, limping slightly with his face flushed. 

Your own chest was heaving and you knew it was glaringly obvious what you had just been up to. “We can’t do that here. Anyone could walk in. Besides, I haven’t looked at your hands yet.”

Cody let out a sigh before nodding once. 

“Fine, but the moment you're done looking at my hands I want to finish what I started.”

Your stomach flipped and you could feel yourself stop breathing momentarily. The shock must have been evident on your face because Cody smirked. He picked up his bucket and headed for the door, limping slightly which did make you feel a little bit better. 

He stopped when the door opened, turning to look back at you. “I’ll meet you in my quarters in ten?”

You swallowed before nodding. Cody smirked again before disappearing, the door closing behind him. You slumped against the nearest crate, heart pounding. 

That bastard.

You took a deep, calming breath before straightening your hair and uniform. After a quick pep talk, you slipped into your same murderous gaze and stepped out of the supply room. Sure enough, troopers parted quickly and there was no way you’d be stopped on your way to his quarters. 

You weren’t going to get distracted this time. 

Nope. 

Cody wasn’t going to win. You weren’t going to let him. 

And he didn’t. Sorta. 

You were able to successfully bandage and treat the minor injuries on his knuckles when you finally reached his quarters. He did his best to distract you the whole time, but you were proud to say you didn’t give in.

And if the bandage job was slightly rushed, that was no one’s business but your own.

[alliseonline]

captured obi and the 212th going berserk trying to get him back?

Marshal Commander Cody and a few of the Ghost Company are called up the Jedi Temple when the Council first receives the message, the air and the Force around them frigid in the way nature prepares itself for the killing frost of winter. Even Anakin Skywalker, known Chosen One of the Force, feels unease when the men of the currently missing General Kenobi arrive within the Council Chambers. 

Of course, holding their dear General captive is none other than the Sith pet himself, General Grievous. While there were many jokes about the cyborg’s presumed crush on the Jedi, those thoughts are now absent as the message proceeds. With their helmets off, the Jedi Council, Anakin, and Rex watch as fury climbs into the faces of the 212th, bodies tense and hands twitching for their blasters as if their rage alone were enough to kill the cyborg. 

It honestly might be. Rex muses, watching Cody’s face turn to stone when Grievous slaps Kenobi. Force knows they’re not going to be merciful when they find him.  

Master Windu clears his throat before addressing the men. “We’ve already traced the signal to a small planet called Ogum in the Mid Rim. General Skywalker and his men will accompany the 212th on this retrieval mission.” And in a small slip of cruelty, Windu smirks. “And if Grievious cannot be captured without lethal force, then by all means Commander, use lethal force.”

Most of the Council nods in agreement, and Rex silently laments whatever restraint Cody may have had left as a slow, harsh smile spreads across his face. The men behind him no less pleased with the permission they’ve been granted. “Of course General Windu. We will depart immediately.”

“Then you are dismissed.”

With that, all those within the Chambers that are not apart of the Council leave. 

He must be pulling quite the expression for General Skywalker to pull him aside. “You good Rex? You look like when Hardcase tried to juggle those grenades in the hangar yesterday.”

“Uh, I’m fine sir.” He assured, “just thinking about how General Windu made a mistake when he offhandedly gave the 212th Attack Battalion permission to go apeshit.”

Now it was time for Anakin’s face to turn shocked. “A mistake? Why’s that?”

With that, Rex shuddered, eyes wide with the kind of horror one gets when reminded of a specific experience. “There’s a reason they’re called Ghost Company General. Kenobi’s trained those men personally- I assure you that I’m going to do my best to stay away from them once we hit the planet’s surface.” He gave his General a pointed look. “You and Commander Tano had best stay away from them too. Sith’s hell is about to be raised, and I for sure am not getting anywhere near it.”

-

Even on the Resolute, Anakin could only watch in muted horror as he observed form the bridge of his ship, the Negotiator pulling off moves in space that shouldn’t even be possible as they broke through the barricade around the planet. The gun and dropships pulling off evasive moves that Anakin himself wouldn’t dare to do with the men inside. Ahsoka seemed to be in agreement as they piled into one of the dropships. He mentally prayed to any Force gods and goddesses out there that the pilot didn’t get any ideas.

His Captain seemed to be doing the same. “Now you know why I told you to stay the kark out of their way.”

“They’re absolutely crazy!” Ahsoka muttered. “What are they thinking?”

Rex shook his head sagely. “Oh, I can assure you Commander, they’re not.”

By the time they reached the surface, there were barely any droids left to fight. Anakin personally saw one of the 212th’s shinies backflip off a rock and shoot three droids in midair before turn and smacking another with his blaster before running after his brothers. He saw Commander Cody nod in approval before snapping a droids head clean off with his bare hands. 

Just what was Obi-Wan teaching his men?!

He nudged his Padawan, “you saw that right? It’s not just me?”

“Crystal, Skyguy.” She blocked a blaster shot and ducked underneath another one. “Do you mind if I ditch the 501st to learn whatever the kriff they’re doing?!”

And like all good Masters, he corrected her language before throwing himself back into the fray. 

When they finally got to the fortress, Ghost Company was already well inside, leaving the battlefield behind them a mess of scrap metal that probably couldn’t even be recycled. “Force, they’re fast!” Anakin cried.

“You’re telling me General!” Rex growled, running after his brothers, “you didn’t have to train under Cody! Kriff, it’s no wonder he’s the Marshal Commander of the GAR!”

Anakin didn’t need to be told twice. He grimaced, following the sound of droids being absolutely decimated through the halls of the fortress. And of course, as competent as his men, Obi-Wan had already freed himself and was smiling at his men before him. It would have been a sweet scene if not for the injuries the man sported... as well as the pile of droids at his feet. Force.

The 212th General just smiled. “This certainly is a welcome party. Did you boys have fun at least? Good old game of storm the castle.”

The grin on Cody’s face was one might describe as feral as the men laughed. “Oh, you know how Mondays are General.”

One of the men, that Anakin knew would be Waxer, piped up. “Kind of upset that we couldn’t face off against Grievous! Now that would have been a challenge!” The others around him gave a cheer, the bloodthirst that had been slowly dwindling suddenly rising again at the mention of the sleemo that had captured their General. 

Both him and Rex shuddered. 

Ahsoka turned her wide eyes on them and asked incredulously, “they’re not serious are they?”

Rex paled and settled a hand on her shoulder. “Kid, the 212th are a bunch of crazy bastards. Like I told the General, there’s a reason that these men in particular are called Ghost Company.”

[colehasapen]

Eternal - Star Wars (One Shot)

There's a Mandalorian in Anchorhead.

Ben Kenobi hears about it during a trip for supplies into Mos Eisley, slipping unnoticed through the crowds. Its when he passes two settlers that the whispers reach his ears as two women speak to each other in nervously quiet voices, talking about the Mandalorian in black and blue that lingers like a frightening phantom or a bomb primed to explode, asking around about 'the desert hermit', and Ben falters.

There's only one Mandalorian welcomed on Tatooine, employed by Jabba the Hutt and unwilling to share his coin pouch, and Ben knows that Boba would warn him if something changed about the Imperial bounty on his head. Boba was a good lad in need of guidance and advice - hardened by the world and tragedy far too early, and still so young in so many ways, despite his complaints that he wasn’t a child anymore. It hadn’t been easy to win the boy’s trust when he had come to his hut all those years ago, arrogant and angry and intent on collecting the massive bounty on his head himself, but Ben had worn him down - a part of him needing a young soul to guide and nurture to feel some sort of control in his life - and the child had been so desperate for a connection to his father’s culture that even Ben’s poor substitute was enough. Boba would have warned him, had he known, because as angry as he was at the world, the young man held tight to the things he considered as his, and as much as he complained and claimed that he didn’t like Ben, the youngster had yet to actually do anything to get his bounty. In fact, he actively kept other hunters away.

So when he hears the rumours of a Mandalorian bounty hunter that wasn’t Boba poking around looking for him, Ben adjusts the bags in his hands, carefully pulls his hood over his face, and calmly slips off the main market road and into the nearest alley. A simple mind trick has the youth gang gathered in the shadows splitting up and heading home to rethink their life choices, and Ben slides into their place, wedging himself between two dumpsters. It’s hard now, to slip into meditation and expand his senses, knowing that he’ll be met with the yawning Darkness in the Force and the lack of the Light of his fellow Jedi in the galaxy, it’s easy to find himself slipping endlessly without a tether until he doesn’t know who he is anymore, but little Luke Skywalker is a calming beacon of light, a sun among dead stars, and his presence in the Force chases off the clinging Darkness and makes it easier for Ben, as broken as he is, to focus.

Mandalorians are surprisingly easy to find in the Force, if one knows what they’re looking for - an indistinct mass shielded by the beskar they wore - but they’re also as rare to stumble upon as a trained Force Sensitive, hunted and scattered almost as much as the Jedi are. They’re a threat, and the Empire made an example of them. A warning to any others of what would happen should they try to fight back against the Emperor. Anyone who could be outwardly identified as Mando’ade had at least a little beskar on their person, even Satine had weaved it into her headdresses, and it was a connection to their lost culture and home that they guarded jealously, even as the Empire collected any and all of the rare metal it came across, often through violent means.

Even the smallest amount of beskar worked to make a Force signature unidentifiable, and for people like Ben, who had worn and owned beskar, the imprints the alloy left on the galaxy around it is easy to locate.

He finds the headache-inducing Force signature in his hut. A fuzzy, staticy spot in the Force with only the faintest of traces of nostalgic emotions sparking among their mind, and the familiar signature of Ben’s lightsaber reaches out to them, an excited greeting like an old love had finally come home.

 

 

Alpha-17 comes out of the rise of the Empire with his sense of self intact through sheer dumb luck - apparently all those explosions Alpha had powered through came with some sort of perks, beyond the general sense of awe and fear his inability to die inspired among the brats. He stubbornly avoids the same fate his fellow Alpha-classers meet, staying too useful as a trainer for it to be worth putting down or in stasis as he bides his time and plans his escape.

There’s nothing he can do for the younger troopers, and he’s forced to come to terms with the fact quickly when he sees the blankness in the eyes of the men he had trained. It’s a punch to the guts, one he can’t show, when he passes Havoc and Blitz in the hall and they show no familiar recognition to him or each other - they’re silent, blank, and unrecognizable from the cadets Alpha had thrown around during training. It feels like he’s drowning when Cody shows up and there’s no personality, no burning fire, in his blank eyes as the tactical genius and determined field commander is assigned to a glorified desk job to give a natborn whelp the rank he had been so proud of. There’s none of Wolffe’s feral determination to protect, or Bly’s gentle kindness - and both of them disappear quickly, taken away quietly in the night for decommissioning when they break. So many empty faces and cold eyes, and sometimes it feels like Alpha is choking.

He had raised all of them, and it hurts to see them as walking corpses - it hurts more that he can’t help them.

So Alpha bides his time until he sees an opportunity and takes it. Fox is killed on a mission with Lord Vader, and a new Purge Trooper is needed to replace him - who better than the trooper that had trained him? Alpha adds the clever little cadet and broken man he had known to his remembrances as he puts on his new armour - black-painted beskar’gam, because Vader’s personal death squad were the best and thus needed the best - and marches to face his fate.

They’re hunting surviving Mandalorian commandos when Alpha sees his chance to shed the helmet of a clone and strip out of the ugly red pauldron of a purge trooper, to take up a buy’ce and a new identity. To the Empire, Alpha-17 dies on Concordia, one victim of many to fall in the mines, body buried by tonnes of rocks that would be his tomb. But Alpha lives, he survives, and he finally does the one thing he had always dreamed of doing, but never did because he had vod’e to protect and refused to be like Spar and leave them all behind.

He deserts.

His brothers and sisters are as good as dead now - in fact, death would probably be preferable to what had become of them - and Alpha lets himself disappear. He becomes nameless, faceless, but this time it’s a choice - he becomes ‘ Mando ’, a ruthless bounty hunter with a hatred for Imperials. Any stormtrooper he comes across is put down with a quick, efficient, shot through the head because Alpha doesn’t know anymore which are vod’e and which are the poorly trained natborns that replace them. The Empire only makes half-hearted attempts to kill him, at best, because he’s good at what he does and the Guild doesn’t want to lose him.

He uses his new contacts to listen for any possible Jedi sightings, because he knows that his jetii is still alive. The massive bounty on the General’s head isn’t just for show, afterall, and Alpha knows that the smug sheb is too dramatic to just roll over and die when he could continue living just to piss people off.

Alpha’s already lost everything else - his brothers and sisters, his rank, his purpose - he doesn’t want to lose the only man he’d ever loved too.

Their relationship hadn’t been the steadiest - Kenobi had been his superior, a Jedi that he served because he had to, but then Rattatak and Ventress had happened, and a professional respect had turned into something more through their captivity and recovery. After that, Alpha had been promoted and reassigned to Kamino as a trainer, and he had been answering to a different Jedi General instead. They had taken any moment together that they could, because their duties had led them on different paths, and it hadn’t been easy, because Alpha was a cold bastard at the best of times and Obi-Wan’s inability to properly express himself had come between them, but they had always tried to do better by each other - but it was all gone now.

And maybe Alpha wants more. He wants the stability and support Obi-Wan had always offered him after the loss of everything he had ever known, and he wants to offer it in turn - to have a purpose again. But Alpha is a realist, he knows that it’s not likely that he’ll actually find his lover out there in the galaxy if he doesn’t want to be found as much as Alpha wants to find him, so he keeps his goals a little more realistic. He passes his information anonymously onto the fledgling Rebellion, throwing them what he knows on the postings of vod’e , hoping that what little he can do will help, so he keeps his ear to the ground and continues to give the information onto the Rebellion.

It’s the news about Boba working for Jabba the Hutt that has Alpha flying to Tatooine, intent on hunting his brother down. He hadn’t seen Boba since before Geonosis, before everything had gone to shit and Aurra Sing had gotten her claws into the boy. He’d be nineteen now, Alpha knows - an adult, but still young in the way the other clones aren’t, despite being the first, and alone. He knows his little-big brother can take care of himself, that he’s talented and deadly, but he’s also one of the few free clones that exist, and Alpha wants to at least check in on him.

It’s on Tatooine that Alpha first hears the name Ben Kenobi, and hears the legends of the crazy hermit living in the Dune Sea. The native Sand People of the planet call him a mournful god and they leave offerings so that misfortune isn’t brought upon them. The settlers call him either a crazy old man or the wizard of the wastes. There’s only one thing everyone agrees on - don’t anger the man who lives in the desert. More than one story about thugs trying to shake him down for money includes coming back not fully the same, and Alpha recognizes the description of a mind trick when he hears it.

He’s one of the few people who knows Obi-Wan’s connection to the name Ben, the story behind it, and it’s in meeting young Luke Skywalker and his aunt that Alpha knows that he found him.

 

The Force holds no warnings as Ben approaches his hut, just the opposite in fact, as it tugs on his robes like an excited child and urges him forwards, but Ben still palms his blaster as he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s a man sitting at his table, helmetless, and he looks up when Ben closes the door behind him - in his hands, Ben’s lightsaber sings in greeting for the first time in a long time, since it had gone quiet all those years ago, love and the feeling of home chasing away the silence of blood and tragedy.

His bag slips from numb fingers.

Bottomless brown eyes so dark they’re closer to black meet his gaze. They’re fathomless and deep, drawing him in and drowning him in their depths, holding so many emotions that he feels like he’s choking even as he breathes. The handsome bronze face is older than Ben remembers, with more lines and scars than before, and tight black curls are splashed with gray - he’s a decade older than he was, but his face is still familiar and comforting - frightening too, because it brings back the memories of bodies young and old killed in their home by those they trusted, and makes the thousands of broken bonds in his soul ache with the weight of emptiness.

He stares, hand falling away from the blaster at his hip, and the man stands. The armour is different, but Ben recognizes the pattern painted on the black beskar, now accompanied by splashes of gold stating his desire for vengeance for everyone to see, pauldron missing and a shorter kama swinging around his knees.

“General.” The man states, voice gruff and Concord Dawn accent strong, though it’s so much more hesitant than Ben ever has a memory of hearing. His lover was never hesitant, not even when they had first started their secret little rendezvous; he was always assured, confident, and strong - even when chained and brutalized. “ Cyare. ”

Ben shudders, blinking but unable to tear his gaze away from those dark eyes, and his voice breaks when he speaks. “I haven’t heard that in a long time.”

He tries for humorous, and it falls short, but even then the other man smiles, a sad, quiet little thing that spoke of grief and heartbreak and exhaustion.

He’s real.

He’s here .

“Haven’t said it either.” Alpha-17 flips the lightsaber in his hands, stepping closer and closer still until they’re chest-to-chest and in each other’s space for the first time in years, and Ben shivers. “Thought you were always telling those brats of yours that their weapons were their lives.” The man says gruffly, and with a click the weight of his lightsaber is added to his belt, but even then Ben can’t look away from Alpha’s gaze. The other man doesn’t seem intent on looking away either, and large, warm hands linger on his hips, making heat travel from the touch and circulate through his body.

“Hello Alpha.” Ben whispers, reaching between them to grip the edges of his armour, to press his fingers around them to seek out the warmth of another living being for the first time in a long time. He can’t make his voice louder than a shaky sigh, throat tight and heart pounding in his chest.

Alpha continues to stare like a dying man who had seen the other side and wanted more, leaning into his touch until there was no space left between them. “ Su cuy’gar .” He says, awed, like he couldn’t fully believe it, and his fingers spasm, drawing the former Jedi even closer to him, as if he would vanish if he let go. The armour presses uncomfortably against him, but Ben can’t bring himself to care as Alpha presses their foreheads together, noses touching, and every breath mingling. “You’re here.” Alpha says, “I found you.”

“Yes.” Against all the odds, he had.

“ Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum .” His voice is hushed, reverent, and Ben chuckles wetly for lack of what else to do.

“I haven’t heard that for some time either.” He says, instead of what his head is telling him, that he’s undeserving of such sentiment, as he leans into the pressure on his brow and closes his eyes. He can’t cry, not anymore - he has no tears left to shed.

“You’ll hear it for as long as I breathe.” Alpha vows, and Ben shudders again at the truth of that statement that rings in the Force like a bell. “As long as you’ll have me.”

“You’ve become awfully sentimental, my dear.” Ben chokes, and Alpha huffs, breath fanning against his lips.

“After everything - I think we’ve both earned a little sentimentality.” The man murmurs, and Ben laughs wetly. “ Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum , cyare .”

Ben doesn’t want to let go.

“Stay?” Ben asks, clinging to his lover just as tightly as Alpha clings to him.

“Of course.” Alpha promises, hands sliding away from his hips to cradle his face instead, thumbs brushing oh so gently under his eyes - hands that could destroy droids without issue and kill without hesitation, but had only ever been soft when they touch him. “I said darasuum , didn’t I, ner cyare ?” Ben’s eyes flutter open, meeting Alpha’s deep gaze once more, seeing the love and truth in those dark pools, and -

Oh .

Wet, burning tears drip from his aching eyes, sliding down sunburnt cheeks and over Alpha’s strong fingers, a dark contrast against his pale skin, and his lover tilts his head, gently capturing his chapped lips in a silent promise.

Darasuum .

[kelpiemist]

Feat. Supreme Chancellor (AKA, the Sith Lord) VS The Negotiator (who's still a little salty about the war)

"You know.” Palpatine said finally, settling his teacup down with a hard clink. It was not a question, and they both knew it.

“I know.” Obi-Wan agreed.

“You know that I know.” The Sith-disguised-as-a-Chancellor stated, an utterly affronted look on his face.

“I know that you know that I know.” The Jedi smirked, before leaning forward and taking a deliberate, slow sip from his cup.

(The utter bastard, Palpatine raged, feeling the Force swell into filtering the poison that he had so helpfully laced the cup in. Kenobi couldn’t even have the common courtesy to fall over and die!)

There was a long pause. Both of them understood that they were at an impasse and neither really had the option of killing the other. Palpatine was the Chancellor, and Obi-Wan knew that assassinating him would not reflect well on the Jedi Order. The Senate would have a hissy fit.

On the other hand, Palpatine couldn’t kill him yet either. Because, well, Negotiator . Plus being one of the leading generals.

Plus, Anakin would be the one to have a hissy fit. 

“I’ll kill you.” The Chancellor sniffed darkly. His long, spindly fingers tapped on the desk in a series of menacing thuds. Tap. Tap .

“You will try.”

Tap, tap, tap, taptaptap taptaptap. 

They glared at each other.

 

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The door to his office opens, and Palpatine sighs as he puts on his ‘kind face’. A smile spreads across his face, as he turns around, radiating happiness and joy into the Force. “Anakin, my bo-”

The smile slips right off his face, replaced by a dark scowl. “You.” He growls.

Kenobi grins, striding into the office with a purposeful motion. “Me.” He agrees.

The blasted Jedi settles himself comfortably into the seat. Palpatine seethes in rage, as his face contorts into murderous anger. A sudden idea comes to him, and he pulls out his comm.

“Amedda.” He snaps. “Bring us some tea. Now.”

A squeak from the other end of the comm tells him that Amedda is doing the menial task and is coming soon. 

“You are too kind, Chancellor.” Kenobi purrs, and Palpatine flinches in sheer horror. Force, was this how Ventress and Grievous felt while facing this… this filth? The sheer audacity!

Jedi and Sith stare at each other silently, one glaring��the power of a hundred Death Stars and the other radiating pure smugness. The door opens once more, and Amedda scurries in, fear written clearly across his face, and Palpatine relaxes fractionally, energised by the terror that his aide is leaking into the Force. The Chagrian politician places the cups on the table and flees.

Palpatine’s hand hovers over the cup, discreetly slipping another poison inside. Kenobi’s eyes very carefully focus on his own, and Palpatine resists the urge to fidget. The vial disappears as quickly as it appears, vanishing back into his robes with a quiet chink. 

“Tea?” He grits out, hand actually shaking with fury as he holds out a cup of tea.

“Very well.” Kenobi sighs, accepting the cup. 

They drink quietly. It irks Palpatine because the Jedi actually drinks the entire thing. The audacity! How dare he?!?

The Sith's eye twitches after several long moments of silence because the damned Jedi still does not immediately keel over and die.

“This is… very interesting tea.” Kenobi finally says after several infuriating minutes of nothing happening . “I take it that it’s made from senflax?” The Jedi chuckles. “I take it that you haven’t heard the story of how my Master made sure I was resistant to it after several rather nasty incidents where this particular neurotoxin was involved.”

Kenobi chortles quietly, shaking his head in fond remembrance. “The Cadanna mission was one of the more, ah, interesting missions.”

Palpatine’s face twisted, contorting into several varieties of a pissed-off expression before finally settling on murderous rage.

WHY WON’T KENOBI JUST DIE ?!?

 

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“What sorcery is this?!?” Palpatine howled, even as he directed his Sith lightning towards the defenceless Jedi that had just walked into his office. The lightning was being absorbed into Kenobi’s clothes.

The look that Kenobi shot him was one of utter innocence. “What, haven’t you heard of electrical-proof clothes? I hear that rubber is very efficient...”

 

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“Get out.”

“Tell me, Chancellor. Is tea an Anakin-only privilege or do you so kindly extend this gracious gift to people of the lesser-Midichlorian variety?”

 

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“Will you stop flirting!” Palpatine shouted, slamming down his data pad with a thud.

“Chancellor,” Obi-Wan gasped in exaggeration, fake-hurt on his face. “Your accusations are unfounded, my dearest Sheev.”

Palpatine gagged.

“Shut up!” The Chancellor hissed, still retching. “I’m not even your type!”

Obi-Wan blinked, startled at the sudden change in conversation. “Why do you know my type?” He asked suspiciously.

That’s it, Palpatine decided. He was going to kill this Jedi, and he was going to enjoy dipping his hands in Kenobi's blood and painting the walls with dead Jedi and - 

“What do you think my type is?” Obi-Wan asked, frowning, and breaking Palpatine's line of deliciously dark thought. “Your information may be entirely incorrect, you know.”

“Blond,” Palpatine spat, shuddering, remembering the time that Satine Kryze gave him a killer stink-eye when he nearly invaded her planet. “And crazy.”

Siri Tachi came to mind too, though… how in the galaxy had she even managed to destroy his best sculpture and then thrown him off his own balcony by accident in one night?

“Wrong.” Obi-Wan sat back gleefully, interrupting Sheev’s thoughts once again. “ Willing. And with a pulse.”

Palpatine put his head in his hands, and screamed.

 

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“Hello there, Chancellor.” Obi-Wan says cheerfully, waving. 

Cody and Anakin stare at him in utter confusion. They both knew very well that Obi-Wan harboured some sort of disdain for politicians, and even more so for the Supreme Chancellor.

What was even more odder, was the fact that the Chancellor’s face immediately turned an alarming shade of puce.

Anakin watched with morbid fascination as his Master skipped over to the Chancellor. They exchanged a few words, Obi-Wan’s face becoming more smug while the Chancellor’s features became an increasingly agitated purple.

A beat. 

The Chancellor and the Negotiator stared at each other with a look that Anakin couldn’t quite decipher.

Then:

“Arghh!” Palpatine gave up all pretence of patience. He gave a scream of frustration and tackled the Jedi.

Anakin stared in amazement while Cody’s eyes bugged out in shock. Behind them, the Senators and Aides watched in stunned confusion as their Leader and their War-Hero started re-enacting a Ubardian oil wrestling match on the marble floor.

It took half-a-second for Cody to react.

With a loud battle-cry, the clone charged forward. He dove forward, ramming straight into the Chancellor. With a quick move, he dug his heels into the Chancellor’s limbs, tightening his grasp on the elderly man’s neck as he clone-piled the man.

The end result was that he ended up clinging on to the Chancellor’s back.

For a brief second, the commander’s eyes were wide with indecision. Then, his jaw set firmly, a hard look entering his features.

Oh shit, Anakin thought faintly. The Chancellor was in deep bantha poodoo now.

Palpatine yelled in shock, as Cody started noogie-ing him, rubbing a tightly-clenched knuckle over the Chancellor’s greasy hair. 

“Don’t you dare.” Cody snarled fiercely, diving in mercilessly for another attack on his campaign to destroy the Chancellor’s scalp. “Hurt my general ever again.”

Obi-Wan paused, still sprawled out on the floor. An utterly soft and adoring look passing over his face as he smiled sappily at his commander.

 

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“Your thousand-year old Sith plan is incredibly stupid.” Obi-Wan drawled out. There was a solid ten beats of silence.

Palpatine paused his typing and started to breathe heavily, closing his eyes as he forced down air into his lungs. 

Deep breaths, Sheev, deep breaths. That’s it.  

He shoved the urge to kill the Jedi to the darkest recesses of his mind. 

“Wine?” He asked, holding up a goblet. 

Obi-Wan shrugged, taking the offered cup from the Chancellor’s hand. “Is it poisoned? I fear that Cody will not be pleased if I died.”

Palpatine gave him the Look, reaching down and taking a pointed sip of his own goblet. Obi-Wan sighed, and to Sith’s surprised glee, knocked it back.

“A toast.” Palpatine said, “To your death.”

“Back at you, dearest Chancellor.” 

They drank. Palpatine was slightly disappointed that Kenobi didn’t show any outward signs of reaction.

"Did you know that Stewjoni’s are resistant to this particular strain of Chee Berry Poison?”

“Die. Now .”

 

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Somewhere in the ethereal planes of the Force, Qui-Gon Jinn stared in horrified silence.

 

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“Trust me, you don’t want Anakin as an apprentice.” Obi-Wan finally said, after Palpatine had finished highlighting his master plan to make the Jedi die ‘like the scum they are ’ and to make Anakin into a glorious Sith Lord.

“No?” Palpatine asked, arching an eyebrow condescendingly. “Tell me, Jedi. What would you know of what it takes to become a Sith?”

Obi-Wan took another gulp of poison before looking back at the Chancellor with consideration. Slowly, he nodded.

“Not much, Chancellor… But personally, I would prefer it if my newest Sith Apprentice knew how to put on both his socks by himself.”

“Hmm.” Palpatine frowned, and tapped his glass for a few minutes. “Fair point.”

There was a silence.

“He really is quite powerful in other ways.” The Chancellor finally spoke up. “Don’t think you’ll be able to stop me from stealing your apprentice.”

Obi-Wan’s lip curled up into a challenging smirk, practically daring the Sith Lord. “You will try.” He repeated fiercely.

 

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“As Supreme Chancellor, I command you to shut up.”

“Request denied, and moving on, did you know that tooka’s enjoy eating Nuna Turkey Jerky? Fun fact, the Nuna are also called Swamp Turkeys and are well-known for their inability to fly and their stupidity. By the way, the stupidity part reminds me of you, dear Chancellor. Anyway, Nunas are omnivores and an average Nuna feeds -”

“Shut up.”

“- and Ewoks are a species of tiny killer bears that live on the incredibly minuscule moon of Endor-”

“I will bisect you.”

“ - Bantha are native specifically to Tatooine although they are bred on many planets, and are used for both mount and resources blah blah blah -”

* Unintelligible noises of rage and items being destroyed *

 

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“I’ll find a way to kill you.” Palpatine snarled, throwing the data-pad via Force at Kenobi’s head.

 

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“I saved Anakin so many times!” Obi-Wan protested. “Are you even aware of how much stupid stuff he does?”

Palpatine sneered. “He is the most powerful Force user, you fool!”

“He thinks that nobody knows about him and Padme.” Obi-Wan told him flatly.

There was a horribly awkward pause.

“... He really thinks that?”

“Yup.” Obi-Wan sank back onto the seat tiredly. More silence.

“Ah. I see.”

 

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“Dear lord, that boy is an idiot.” Palpatine muttered, watching Anakin make starry-eyes at Senator Amidala again in front of the whole Senate at their annual dinner party.

“... Can’t argue with that.” Obi-Wan groaned, having overheard the comment and was now taking a long swing from a bottle of Alderaan wine.

At the other side of the room, Cody twitched. He had just spent the last five hours of his life watching his General empty bottles faster than a clone could disassemble a rifle. 

Rex had to physically restrain him from marching over there, although the poor clone looked ready to tear out his precious blond hair after watching General Skywalker make a general nuisance of himself as he gave Senator Amidala numerous cheesy pick-up lines and regaled her with tales of the tragic events of sand .

 

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“Chancellor Sheev,” Mace Windu intoned dramatically, pointing his lightsaber directly at a gaping Palpatine. “You are under arrest.” Behind the Jedi Master, several other Jedi stood, lightsabers tensed and ready to make minced-Sith sauté in case things went south.

“You can’t do this!” The Sith wheezed, panicking as he hurriedly put on his old man act. “This is a conspiracy! This is clearly a Jedi plot to overthrow the Senate! This is treason !”

Nearly everyone in the room gave him the bitch, really face. 

Kit Fisto held up a small holo-recorder. He pressed the play button, and a very familiar voice came out of the small device.

"I am a Sith Lord, you fools! I orchestrated the war to kill the Jedi and make my Empire! Mwahahahahahaha.”

Palpatine blanched. That was his! It was his victory day celebration speech! A gasp of horror escaped his lips before he could stop it. How the hell did the Jedi manage to bug his office without him noticing -

“This is awesome.” Obi-Wan remarked from one side, pointing a holo-cam directly at the Sith. “Nice touch on the Sheev -emphasis, Mace. Greatest day of my life, really. Say hello to your adoring public, Sheev .”

Palpatine did the only logical thing left to do.

He put his head in his hands and screamed.

[wtfamidoing-fam]

Codywan prompt (4/6)

 Hello there I’ve been wrestling with this for a while so I’m just gonna dump this out here. Let me know what you think! Written from a promt that SWmoddy released to find a good home!

I make no excuses for this shinanagians. 

enjoy.

Cody woke up to three shit eating grin’s and a huge headache.

Cody woke up with the taste of something dead and dry in his mouth, some asshole was slamming the door to  the sleeping area, repeatedly. With a tremendous amount of energy Cody pried one of his eyes open, Wolffe stood my the door the bastard smiled happily as he loudly placed a cup of caff down on the crate beside the rack.

“Kote! You said some very interesting things last night. Anything you want to share, with your dear old batchmate?” After a carful moment of deliberation Cody retreated silently to the warmth and darkness of his rack, ignoring Wolffe from the moment. Cody’s addled mind was not quite up to the task of reminding him exactly what exactly Wolffe was so pleased about but he hid anyway.

It did not work as well as he would have liked, as Wolffe made short work out of blanket haven reveling him to the pale light in the barracks. Cody squinted for a short moment before the feeling of an virboblade being shoved though his eye socket forced him to screw them shut and roll over mashing his face into his pillow.

“Soooo,” Wolffe sing songed over Cody mumbled protests. “are you going to tell me that te dajunar is or who I’m helping you get vengeance on? Or are you going to continue to hid in your pillow?”  Cody rolled over as the memories of what exactly happened last night crashed into him. So much about forgetting his spiraling feeling for a night. Cody groaned.

“Well that was embarrassing.”

“Yep.”

“and you know now that it’s Kenobi?”

“anyone that speaks Mandalorian knows.”

Cody swore quietly.

“If it helps your not the only one? I mean I’m pretty sure Bly is head over heels for his General.” Wolffe said hesitantly.

“Really?” Cody had to think a moment before connecting Bly to General Vos’s padawan, a young blue twi'lek if Cody remembered. Much calmer then Skywalker if Cody was to judge. Good for Bly, he was always the more quite ones.

Wolffe took Cody’s contemplative silence as encouragement and continued on.  

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure half the shinnies these days come out with a pre-programed hero worship and crush on at least one Jedi.” Wolffe continued picking up steam in his clumsy efforts to make Cody feel better about his plight. “Some of them even have a crush on General Buir!” Wolffe added on, content to throw some shines under the into the airlock for the moment.

Cody tiredly swing his protesting body up before turn to squint blearily up at his brother. “I bet they can keep their mouth shut about it at least.” Before resigning himself to consciousness, and grabbing at the offered caff. He took a long pull from it before caff, which was predictably terrible,  before carefully peering around the room which was suspiciously empty except for Wolffe.

Eventually he spoke. “Uh yeah, I don’t think they have your habit of just blurting out there feelings when they are unguarded, but at least Kenobi does not speak Mandalorian. Or at least I don’t think he does.” Wolffe said he was probably suffering under the pressure of keeping his face straight and supressing his more asshole like behaviour for Cody’s sake.

“He would have said something by now if that was the case. I just don’t know what to do Wolffe.” Cody whined. Leaning his head on Wolffe’s side. He was always a tactile person, but felt uncomfortable leaning on the brothers under his command like that. Wolffe was safe though.

Wolffe who was secretly just as tactile as Cody was leaned into it.

“Well Kenobi a good jedi and as choices go I think the Jedi are generally a good choice? I mean its not like your going crazy over some nat born with more evolution then sense?” Wolffe offered hesitantly.

“But he’s my Commanding officer, and he likes women. And every time I do something to distract myself or work my way out of this stupid crush something like this happens and all I think think about is how kind, and strong, and pretty he is. Or his sense of humor of how he makes everything in this war seem to slow down just a touch so its manageable, or how he carefully plans every encounter in this war to limit casualties, or how he takes part of remembrance and then I’m back to square one, staring at his sheebs while he talks to the other generals!.” Cody barfed out into the space between them.

Thankfully Wolffe did not tell Cody it was okay, it wasn’t. Even if Kenobi wanted a relationship with Cody, it would not work, kirff Cody could barely bring himself to call him Kenobi, let alone his name. And Cody was a lot of things, but he does not think that he could bring himself to try and court a superior officer. Or what would happen with the chain of command. Cody was also a better Jedi then to mess up the chain of command with a interpersonal relationship, unlike some other Jedi.

Cody never wanted to compromise the Gar, and was sure Kenobi felt the same, if he felt anything for Cody that was.

Underneath him Cody could feel Wolffe sigh.

“Lek, I can see that. Force knows we don’t need another romantic disaster duo like Amadala and Skywalker. But I don’t think he only like women?” Wolffe trailed off hesitantly “I mean I hear General Buir talk about Kenobi a lot, Apparently he’s considered as kind of orphan linage wise. And the older master like to keep an eye out for him. Apparently Kenobi used to have a thing with General Vos when they were younger? I mean there’s still hope there?” Wolffe trialed off, awkwardly stumbling though a conversation that Cody was reasonably sure he was not expecting.

“That does not actually make it better.” Cody grumbled while straightening himself.

“But now that you know I may need your help.” Cody said thinking of three particular troopers that seemed to be at the heart of everything at the moment.

“Oh?” Wolffe said relaxing into a much more familiar conversation.

“ You know the old stories that Fett used to tell us from Mandalore? The ones about the battling riduur?”

“The ones that fist started adoption? Or the warrior ones?”

“The combat ones, well I think the 212th are trying to encourage Kenobi and I into a relationship to emulate that.”

“Wolffe looked down with an assessing shine in his eye. “I can see it, you would make quite the pair.”

Cody studiously ignored him.

“Waxer found out about my feelings and pulled Boil into it, and the got the entire 212th in on it. And now they won’t stop trying to get us together. If it goes on any longer the generals going to start asking questions, and I you can’t lie to Jedi.”

“Hate to say it Vod’e but I don’t think we will quite be able to get them to stop.” Wolffe said.

“Oh I know that, if they were going to stop it would have happened after the third time I made them run laps in full kit. No I want help discouraging them from there more overt plans.”

“Hmmm, said Wolffe, a interested gleam in his eye.

“That I think we can manage, his face splitting into a grin that would have Waxer quacking in his meddling boots.

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The 212th was getting ready to disembark, Cody was calmly discussing the intake of supplies and munitions with the general, going over everything and making sure there was enough to last the first leg of the campaign before they met up with High General Plo Koon for resupply in above Ondo before starting an attack on Kerkoidia. As part of a push towards Enarc in order to better fortify Naboo.

The orders did not make much sense to Cody and if Cody did not miss his mark, or the worried fold of skin between Kenobi’s brows, he would guess that Kenobi did not quite understand the logic behind it either.  But apparently the chancellor himself asked that the 212th and Obi-wan secure the area around Naboo, which was slowly being encroached on by Separatist[lp1]  space. So off the 212th went, to what if history provide true would be a truly awful battle, the 212th always seemed to be in the middle of the worst of the fighting, no matter where they went. I was kind of like the separatists particularly wanted Kenobi dead and were some how tracking him. Not that any of them had succeeded in that effort. But Cody knew most of the seppies generals by sight, which is not something he could say for the High Generals he served under. It was kind of depressing honestly.

Cody was in a conversation with the General when it happened. Kenobi was the first one to notice it, as he trailed off in the middle of a sentence and looked around the storage area they were in eyes quizzically bouncing from trooper to trooper. When Obi-wan he folded his hands in front of him and did what the 212th called the Jedi sense beard stroke.

“Sir?” Cody asked looking around at his brothers who were moving much more stiffly then they were before, while they continued loading up the star destroyer. Every so often one of them would twitch with apparent frustration. Catching up to what may be happening, Cody wasted no time, in changing his in buy’ce comm off the locked command frequency and was immediately bombarded with a cheery jingly of

Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a  Mandokarla riduur.

Followed by a loop of What’s new Tooka kit. Before it was interrupted by the same message. As Cody switched the com back to the command channels he was glad his helmet hid his spiteful grin. At the spike of emotion from him Kenobi turned to him with an eyebrow raised.

Cody always forgot the whole sensing emotions bit with the Jedi.

Cody did his best to project a calm and satisfied feeling, while smiling under his bucket.

Kenobi’s lip slanted into a slash of a smile before turning back to the reports.

“I trust that everything is under control Commander.” Kenobis eyes darted to the variety of annoyed and frustrated troopers.

“Of course sir.”

In the back ground on of the troops stopped what he was doing and took off his bucket, Cody quietly pressed the button on a small remote in his pocket. Over the ship wide intercom, What’s new Tooka Kit wailed.

Kenobi face was carefully composed as he looked down, face twitching a bit as What’s New Tooka Kit looped for the 7th time.

“I trust the speakers in our office are turned off?” Kenobi asked façade cracking just a little, as the skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Yes sir, the malfunction seems to be concentrated around the troopers barracks rec centers, but has seemed to spare our office and the war room.”

“So long as it is handled before we disembark tomorrow it should be just fine.”

“As you say sir, I’ll meet you in the office?”

Kenobi gave him a clap on the shoulder and then wandered towards there shared working space. Cody stayed behind reviling in his brothers annoyance.

Cody could have swore he say Kenobi’s ears turn pink when  Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a  Mandokarla riduur. Intrupted the loop.

It was probably the contained amusement Cody went back to watching his brothers turned betrayed faces towards him and gave them his best smile.

It was a good day.

Thanks for reading!

Here is the link to Part 3 : https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/wtfamidoing-fam/190823954394

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[sl-walker]

Sort of fascinating thing

Like, I will be the first person to say that Maul’s not traditional military material, etc.  But this link has a list of one guy’s opinion of what makes a good officer (in this case lieutenant, which he is), and it’s downright amusing.

Lead From The Front

Maul: Yes, definitely.  When he’s not in front, it’s only because there’s someone who’s honestly better suited to lead than him.  IE, Castle handling the overland nav on Bravo-984, or Misty leading the underwater expedition.  But even in those cases, Maul’s picking up as much as he can; carrying the heaviest weights, etc, just to save his squad stress-injury if he can.  He’s kind of side-ways an embodiment of it; instead of unilaterally leading, he more does so by example and consensus.

Obi-Wan: Yes, he is often right in front.

Anakin: Yes, he is also often right in front.

Put The Troops First.

Maul: Yeah.  Before mission or Republic.  If it comes down between a failed objective (even one that could save lives!) or a dead Blackbird, he’ll drop the objective any day without hesitation.  But even beyond that, he pretty much doesn’t take a breather until he knows they’re all safe, cared for, looked after, so he’s sure got at least half of that right.  Maybe even all of that.

Obi-Wan: Not so much.  While I don’t think he’s anything like heartless, objective does come first for him.

Anakin: Same as Obi-Wan.

Lead Through Your NCOs.

Maul: Heh.  Maybe a little too much.  But Shiv’s got more voice in that squad than it seems Cody or Rex has in their much larger units.  Maul absolutely relies on Shiv to not only be the direct bridge between his words and the rest of the squad, but also frankly to fill in the gaps where he has no idea what he’s doing.

Obi-Wan: HA!  No.

Anakin: HA!  Hell no.  Those two both act very unilaterally; you see them give a lot of orders, but you don’t see them collaborating with their subordinates, really.

Training Is Your Number One Priority

Maul: Yep.  Be it teras kasi or asymmetrical tactics, Maul’s a far more natural teacher than he is commander.  Training is where he shines particularly brightly; he’s exacting and asks for hard work, but he’s patient as all hell and just as quick to praise as correct.  And man, he never abuses a student.  He never rose his voice or berated Savage in canon, once Savage was his apprentice; if that poor crazy bastard wouldn’t do that, a more sane Maul sure wouldn’t ever mistreat one of the people he’s teaching.  Be it his squad, Bail learning a lightsaber form, or Commander Half-Pint, the one thing you’ll never see is any abusive or berating ‘training’ methods from him.

Obi-Wan: Not so much?  It’s all mission and objective; I don’t see him training with his men.

Anakin: Also not so much.  He leads them, he encourages them, but he’s not really among them.

Inspect What You Expect.

Maul: This is where he falters; he generally trusts his squad to bring their best to the table, so he doesn’t worry much about inspections or otherwise, be it of equipment or gear or weapons.

Obi-Wan: Very likely better about that, but not by much.

Anakin: Very likely also better about it, by some measure more.

Know What You Do Not Know (And Do Something About It).

Maul: What he knows, he does; what he doesn’t, he’s absolutely non-pretentious about learning.  First briefing, he outright tells them he’s green and has little experience in a military setting.  This also manifests in his willingness to share the spotlight, collaborate rather than dictate and teach rather than preach.  Some of this is a lack of self-confidence, but some of it’s just plain common sense.  Maul has plenty of prickly spots in terms of pride, but appreciating skill isn’t one of them, even when that skill isn’t his.

Obi-Wan: >.<

Anakin: >.<

Guard Your Integrity.

Maul:  Pretty honor-bound and therefore pretty unassailable, at least within his own circle of loyalty.  He’s honest, even if -- like confessing about his relationship with Obi-Wan -- it takes some time for him to come out with it.

Obi-Wan: False surrenders, anyone?

Anakin: >.<

Understand the Roles of the Other Leaders.

Maul:  Yes and no.  He follows Obi-Wan, but not always blindly.  He does not actually appreciate most of the command structure of the GAR, but who can blame him?  But he does understand how important Shiv is, as sergeant, and definitely does not take that for granted.

Obi-Wan:  He does a better job than many, but not so much good.

Anakin: Are you kidding.

Learn to Make Do With Scarce Resources and Personnel.

Maul: Damn skippy.  Obviously.

Obi-Wan: Yes, he can.

Anakin: Yes, he also can.

Remember to Have Fun and Never Lose Your Sense of Humor.

Maul: Pretty good at that, yeah.  He doesn’t get a lot of humor, but he also doesn’t grudge anyone theirs.

Obi-Wan: With other Jedi, sure.  With his troops?

Anakin: With other Jedi, yeah.  But he’s always still somehow apart from almost everyone.

Anyway, the interesting takeaway is how much of that stuff Maul manages to be.  I still don’t think he’s quite military material, but it’s food for thought, anyway.

[blackkatmagic]

Star trek AU prompt: Jon/Rex as two crew members who always get away missions gone wrong. They're resigned to it at this point.

“Now you're just trying to get us killed,” Rex says in annoyance, and chucks the PADD at Cody's head.

“Don’t throw things at your superiors,” Cody says, catching it before it can hit him. He’s smirking, the bastard. “What, don’t you want to escort the ship’s best intelligence officer down to his mission? Help him get settled?”

Rex puts his hands over his ears. “No,” he says, very deliberately. “You don’t get to make normal words sound like innuendos, stop that.”

Cody snickers at him, because he really is a bastard. “Lieutenant Commander Antilles is waiting for you,” he tells Rex. “Stop making that face. He’ll think you hate him. Again.”

Because that’s a legitimate worry, Rex hastily rearranges his expression, though he gives Cody one last glare before the door chimes. Cody just raises an unimpressed brow and calls, “Enter.”

Jon slips in, steps almost silent, already dressed in the clothes of a native for the planet below. He nods to Cody, then glances sideways, and Rex instantly feels better about his own reaction when Jon takes one look at him and stops dead.

“You're trying to ruin this mission?” he asks Cody, aggrieved, and then grimaces. “Lieutenant, I don’t mean—”

“That’s all right, sir,” Rex says dryly. “I asked if he was trying to get us killed.”

Humor flickers over Jon's face, just a moment’s worth before it slides back into something wary. “Sir,” he says carefully. “I appreciate your faith in us, but—”

“But after our last seven missions together, I think you're crazy for it,” Rex says bluntly. He and Cody are friends; he can argue when Cody has a blatantly bad idea. Like this one. “Our missions always go south.”

Cody raises an unimpressed eyebrow, sinking back in his chair. “And yet you always manage to turn them around,” he says, amused. “You have your orders, gentlemen. The captain is looking forward to your report on the native population.”

Rex should have gone into Engineering, the way Wolffe warned him. He should be in Engineering right now with his head in a Jeffrey’s tube, not here as Cody's favorite security officer to torture with terrible away missions. Still, he knows that look Cody's wearing, and it means that any attempt to argue will end with rank being pulled, and that’s never a fun time. He groans, but salutes, and Cody magnanimously waves them away.

“We’ll contact you at one-day intervals, so make sure you're prepared,” he says. “Good luck.”

They're going to need it, Rex thinks grimly, but he only makes one face at Cody's back before he turns and follows Jon out of the ready room. Jon comes to a stop in the hall, and Rex stops with him, both of them silent for a long, long moment.

“Seven disasters in seven away missions” Rex finally says, resigned. “I don’t know what the hell Cody thinks he’s doing here.”

Jon snorts quietly, one corner of his mouth tipping up. “We’re too good at our jobs,” he says quietly, and Rex shoots him a tired look but can't help a quick smile of his own.

“We could just…let them think we actually died this time,” he offers.

Instantly, Jon grimaces. “It’s not worth the paperwork,” he says, with the authority of someone who’s been declared dead enough times that Fleet Admiral Mace Windu himself comms the ship whenever a death certificate is submitted to make absolutely doubly sure that Jon is actually dead.

Thankfully for the state of Rex's heart, he hasn’t been so far.

“Well,” Rex says, more or less giving up. “At least it’s a tropical planet this time.”

Jon's mouth curves, and when he glances at Rex, it’s warm, amused, good-natured. “I hope you don’t mind skinny-dipping,” he says. “The natives swim every night as a community event. We’ll have to participate.”

Rex swallows. Swimming. Naked. With Jon. This will be—well. Hopefully one of the not-disastrous parts of their mission. Not that Rex is expecting much there. He knows better by now.

��Anything to keep our cover,” he says, and his voice is very close to cracking on the words.

Jon's glance is rueful, but he tips his head to Rex and then starts down the hallway towards the transporter room, and Rex hurries a few paces to fall into step with him. Jon's hand brushes his, just lightly, and—

Well. It’s going to be a disaster. It always is, when the two of them have a mission together. But that doesn’t mean it’s all bad.

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[charity-angel]

On Buns and Ovens (6/?)

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They ended up being re-deployed without a rest: going straight into the complete FUBAR that was Ringo Vinda. It galled Kix that he couldn't find a rational explanation for what had happened to calm, sweet, sensible Tup, for him to go so completely off the deep end that he would execute a Jedi. Or why the karking Seppies wanted him so badly.

He spent most of the trip back patching up his brothers - he and Ryll worked tirelessly, first doing tandem surgeries on their brothers who were critical (something Kix had been worried about Ryll doing, but somehow his hands worked just fine when they really needed to, without the shakes they knew would hit big time later on), then moving onto the usual cuts, bruises, broken limbs, and non-critical blaster burns. Those Jesse had triaged first, to make sure they were stable clean and cooled. Over the course of the last three years, he had pulled more than his fair share of med bay time and, given he had helped Kix study when they had been kids, he knew more medicine than people gave him credit for.

They were finally back on Coruscant and attempting to relax in the almost vacant barracks (all of the younger men, and a substantial proportion of the older ones too, were out at 79s with most of the 212th) when Kenobi appeared. He waved off any attempt to get up for him.

“Any news, sir?” Kix asked as Jesse sorted out a drink for Cody’s general.

(Who was he kidding? Rex’s general.)

Kenobi looked positively exhausted. Kix wondered how long since he had last slept properly: more than likely well before the bombing at the Temple. He knew that Cody would sit on his general to make him rest, but proper sleep was a different thing, and Kix suspected it took Rex to make that happen these days.

“I'm afraid not,” he said. “We’re still waiting for results from the tests. They seem to agree with your initial guess, that it may be a virus of some sort. Possibly one engineered by the Separatists to target your DNA, and so they are also quarantining Fives in case he has been infected too. Rex is en route: he got directed back to the battleground so he’s coming a long way round.”

Kix frowned, scowling at his glass. “That doesn't make any sense. If it was a virus, Tup and Rex were on the same shuttle for more than enough time for Rex to be infected too. Just as long as Fives. Even I would have been exposed, when I was trying to treat Tup back on Ringo Vinda.”

He didn't need to look at his brothers to know that Cody, Jesse, and Boil were deeply uneasy following that statement.

“The Kaminoans don't seem to think so,” Kenobi said, in a way that suggested that he had already had this discussion. “It is concerning, though - that the Separatists could have engineered something that you're all vulnerable to.”

“I thought that biological warfare was outlawed?” Cody asked.

“So is the cloning of sentient beings,” Kenobi pointed out wryly. “And yet here you all are. Force, this is a mess.” He sighed heavily and took a mouthful of his drink.

Kix exchanged glances with his three brothers. Not one of them disagreed with Kenobi’s assessment.

“Come on, sir,” Jesse said, forcing some cheer: “the Long-Necks might be karking bastards, but they're good medics. They’ll get this figured out in no time. And even they won't mess about with Fives and Rex - they're more careful with ARC troopers.”

“Ah, that explains a few things,” Kenobi said. His tone was dry, but there was a glimmer of sly humour in the glance he gave Jesse.

It broke the mood: Jesse and Boil laughed, and even Cody cracked a smile.

“I just want the snazzy uniform,” Jesse countered with a more genuine amount of good cheer. “I never met an ARC trooper who had trouble getting laid.”

Kix frowned, and Kenobi smiled.

“As I understand it, you don't have any trouble in that area anyway.” He looked significantly at Kix.

“Oh, I don't, sir. I just want to drive him crazy.”

“You do that anyway,” Kix growled, deliberately choosing to twist the intention of Jesse's words.

“Is it a good idea, distracting a medic by flashing your kama and pauldron at him?” Kenobi asked in that same, infuriatingly dry tone.

So he was to be the butt of the joke that evening. Just perfect: as if he wasn't already wound up enough about Tup.

“He's got a point,” Cody said, with his typical deadpan. “Distracting medics is never a good idea.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Jesse said. “Sometimes they need a good distracting.”

“Very true,” Kenobi said, as he raised his glass again, clearly preparing to take a drink. “Sometimes a good ‘distraction’ is just what the medic ordered. ‘Distractions’ can be good for the soul.”

He paused, took a sip, then took a second, more appreciative look at the glass. “Who do have to thank for this?”

“Rex,” Cody said promptly, just as Jesse said “Cody.”

“It was both of them,” Boil put in. “Their idea, and we all chipped in a little.”

Obi-Wan raised his Corellian brandy to all of them in a silent toast. “My thanks to you all, then. This is precisely what I needed this evening. I came to verify some scuttlebutt, and got somewhat distracted.”

Jesse opened his mouth, and Kix kicked him before he could say something crass.

“What’ve you heard, sir?” Boil prompted.

“That Ahsoka Tano is currently the guest of Senator Amidala,” Kenobi said.

“Aurek and Besh?” Jesse guessed as to the source of that particular piece of news. Of course Jesse would have shared the good news with them – 559 had remained close even after their training pushed them in different directions.

“Odd Ball, actually,” Kenobi admitted. “And why is it that I seem to know so many clones whose service numbers begin with 559?”

Boil snickered. “Because they’re charmed. They all survived incubation, none of them got ‘reassigned’ due to defects discovered growing up, and all twelve of them graduated to active service.”

“Twelve?”

Kix raised his hand slightly. “They adopted me when my squad got disbanded.”

“To be fair, we adopted you a long time before that,” Jesse pointed out. “And since we’re all so awesome, we got ourselves into the best two battalions in the whole army.”

“If it helps, sir, I believe that Commander Tano is actually being employed by Senator Amidala as a bodyguard,” Kix suggested.

“A bodyguard? Well, she does have the most horrendous ability to attract trouble. Perhaps that’s for the best. And at least we know that Ahsoka is safe and well.”

Cody eyed his general carefully. “You are thinking of the same Commander Tano, right, sir? The one who is as much a magnet for trouble as you?”

“I…” Kenobi spluttered.

“Shall I just start with Geonosis and move on from there?” Cody suggested before Kenobi could form any kind of rebuttal.

Kenobi had the good grace to look embarrassed and say nothing.

[Part 7]

[shadow-is-upon-us]

Aftermath Chapter 4

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And here we are - the 112th boys. I'll admit, this one was... really nice to write? I enjoyed it more than I should have. Also, I'd like to ask all you lovely readers if anyone else's done these men? Or am I the first? (So, are they kinda mine? I don't know, so I'm asking!) Anyway, this will be the last one here for the... next two weeks, probably? (School is a kriffing monster) but feel free to drop an idea or something in the review (since I'm not sure what else to add at the moment?)

As usual, read, review and enjoy

For so long, they only knew fear, pain and suffering. And then suddenly, they were free from the monster looming over them. But the world was so different from what they came to know. Could they really get back?

When they were first assigned to the 112th Battalion, they were proud and ready to serve. By then, the war was only beginning, so there was not much reputation to go around with, with the exception of a few Jedi. So when they first met Jedi General Pong Krell, they were… surprised. They've heard the Jedi to be peacemakers and protectors, yet this particular Jedi seemed uncaring and ruthless. He made it clear quickly that he didn't really care about the men or what happens to them. Most of them had just gotten their names and he refused to use them, for most anyway. Captain Reeve, Sergeant Loto and Lieutenant Buster were the only ones he referred to by their name, and even that with disgust. They quickly realized that no matter what they do, this man wouldn't care.

Since they were all mostly the same age, young by the usual standards, no one dared to speak back to their General yet. They weren't supposed to – his orders are to be obeyed no matter what. Good soldiers, follow orders.

But when the next batch came, new rookies, the older ones felt that 'older brother' instinct take over. They just wished they could have done more than keep the shineys away from Krell, try and preserve their names and spare them any hard aches. But things were getting worse and worse the longer this went on…

Krell might have been a ruthless bastard, but he wasn't a monster. He didn't needlessly throw them into enemy fire, over and over again, expecting things to change. He didn't ban communications with others and didn't bother himself with them when they mourned the loss of their brothers. That is, until sometime in the middle of the war…

It all seemed to happen during the night. The day prior, he was his usual, cold and uncaring self. The next, he was constantly on edge, growling and yelling and every little thing set him off. No one was sure what happened, but they tried to pretend it was nothing new. Tried, and failed.

"From today onwards, we will be doubling our efforts," Krell had called them all together to address them. He walked along the lines of clones, hands behind his back and eyes glaring in front of him. "Unless we work harder, the enemy will destroy us!" he hissed, glaring down the Captain.

"But, sir, with all due respect," Loto spoke up and every brother wanted to move to stop him from talking. "We just finished a battle! We need some time to-!" but the Sergeant didn't get to finish as Pong extended one of his arms at him and the clone suddenly reached for his throat, trying to pray away an invisible hand.

"You will do as I say, clone!" the Jedi hissed, eyes narrowing and his fist tightening. "If I say be silent, you will not speak. If I say you will attack, you will attack. And if I say you will face the next enemy now, you will do so!" Loto's choking was echoing around them, his arms growing weaker as he seemed close to passing out.

"Sir, you're killing him!" Reeve called, daring to raise an arm onto the General's.

In seconds, Loto was on the ground, neck twisted at a sickening angle and Reeve was lifted off his feet by his torso, a green lightsaber inches from his face.

"You dare?!" Pong roared, eyes blazing as the Captain couldn't tear his eyes away from the green energy of death. "You have no rights! You are nothing but tools to be used and tossed aside! Do not think any of you matter!" he growled into the soldier's face, before abruptly dropping him and glaring down. "Remember that next time you try something as stupid as this, lab rat," with that, Krell turned around and left, not even giving the men a second look.

The rest were… frozen to say the least. When Loto was grabbed, their bodies seemed to just shut down and many didn't even dare breath. And then, when the Captain faced a similar situation, they were almost shaking in fear. Only when Pong turned to leave, did a few dare to move to check on the Captain and Sergeant. Reeve was shaken and needed a second to collect himself, while Loto was dead. It was there and then that the men of the 112th realized nothing would ever be the same again…

Hardly a day later, Krell prevented them from communicating with anyone outside their Battalion. He put on a strict curfew and cut their food and drink ratios in half. If anyone tried to slightly work around it, they were either lucky enough to survive or he downright killed them if he was in the mood.

Reeve hated how he couldn't do anything, anything at all to help his brothers. Failure. You can't protect anyone. He'll kill them all. It's your fault. He was still the highest ranking clone in the Battalion, and Krell had already broken him, so that probably kept him from death. It'd be a bother for the General to get new commanding officers to be as compliant yet effective as the current ones if anything happened.

When word got out that General Krell would be leaving, the 112th didn't even really care why. Just that he's going. Freedom, even if only temporary. Breathing became easier as the news traveled. But then, so did where he was going…

"The 501st Battalion…?" they whispered carefully and in slight fear. They've heard of the Legendary Men in Blue and admired them. These clones, so much like them, have been through so much and won so many times. In a way, they were their heroes. And now, the heroes will meet the greatest monster they've ever known. Reeve hated the voice inside his head, telling him better them than you. He just prayed they would survive this and not be broken by him like they were.

In the absence of Krell, most of the men weren't sure what to do. They've never really had 'free time' since joining and didn't have anything special in mind if the opportunity ever arose. Mainly because they doubted it ever would. But now that it did come, they found themselves wandering around the empty halls, huddled together in the mess hall or sleeping peaceful for the first time in their bunks. They were making most of the situation and cherished it for as long as they could, knowing that once the Jedi came back, there's no way of telling when this might happen again.

There's been no communication with Pong since he left, and the men were slightly worried. Worried that something might have happened, that their distant brothers were all in danger, that their General had done something. They still had nothing to do, but a few did make their way to the training ground, trying to release some of the stress. So they were just waiting now, for whatever was to happen, to happen already.

However, getting a visit from two brothers was not what any of them expected. And not only that, but the two who did visit? They were the Famed Commander Cody and Captain Rex. Most of the 112th couldn't believe their eyes. These two? Their heroes were here, right now, talking to them? Maybe they were all going stir crazy from being stuck here, but no, it was real. They somehow managed to keep themselves from showing just how excited and honored they were for the duo's visit. They didn't even care why they came. At least, not until they heard the reason…

"General Krell… is dead?" Reeve whispered, voice shaking as he stood in front of the two battle worn brothers. His body was trembling as he slightly extended his arm, as if trying to check if this was all an illusion.

"He was no General…" Captain Rex said lowly and reached for Reeve's arm, gently touching him by the forearm. "But he's gone yes," they finally saw a familiar exhaustion and tiredness in the blonde's eyes. One they saw every time they saw their own face.

Captain Reeve's reaction was… understandable and to a degree, predictable. He took in a few quick breathes, before collapsing on his keens, supporting himself on his arms. The older two clones kneeled down by him, patting his shoulder and back, speaking softly and carefully words of encouragement. The others came in closer, slowly, and saw their Captain was crying. Literal tears were falling down and he was sobbing. That was more of a reaction than most have had in… in so long. And his silent words didn't escape them…

"It's over… It's finally over…" he managed, a broken smile coming to his lips as he looked at his brothers. "We're free," and they felt the situation hit them full force. They froze where they were, looked at each other, making sure they all heard right. Was this really happening? Was it all true?

"Yes, you are," Commander Cody said back, giving a nod and a smile. "You don't have to be afraid of him anymore."

They didn't know what would happen to them now that Krell was dead. Some didn't even really care. Most feared that they'd be deemed 'dysfunctional' and be decommissioned. But they'd be ready for whatever decision was made. Even if it meant they'd be taken away. At least that – demagolka as they called him – was dead. That was enough for most of them.

But when not only the Captain and Commander, but also their respective Generals put up a vote to have them join their Battalions, they felt a new sense of relief with a mix of fear. They knew these two Generals were some of the kindest there is – the best one being Plo Koon – and their distant brothers assured them of that. Yet they couldn't help but be suspicious, scared and worried. Even with Krell gone, he left his mark. It was like he had personally emended his name into their very core, marking them.

The decision on how they would be split up into the two Battalions was left with the 112th men themselves. None of them were too sure what to pick – they feared that even that could be turned into a mistake. But with a bit of help from some older brothers in the two Battalions, they settled on it. The closest brothers would be together and the most scarred and broken would join Kenobi. Commander Cody had assured them all that the General would keep them as safe as he could and that his missions were more careful than that of General Skywalker.

The ones who did join Anakin weren't expecting a young Togruta to be the friendliest alien they've come across. She was quick to greet them, offering a tour of the ship. They politely refused at first, until Captain Rex offered to go along. They immediately felt better, but also guilty at the hurt expression that passed the Padawan's face. They knew she was just trying to help, to be kind and show them what they never had, but their trust in Jedi was… weak at best.

Rex understood that and he seemed to explain it to her at one point, as after that, she seemed far more… reserved. They hated how they couldn't trust her, how their minds just wouldn't accept that she and the rest weren't like Krell. But clones were made for adapting and they adapted to Krell. He degraded them to such a level; they didn't even feel like they were part of the millions of clones.

The only thing left before they were fully realized into the Battalions, were some health evaluations. To see if any of them had major injuries or something of the like, and to see how their mental state was. And it was all kept very 'hush hush', because if the Kaminoans every found out, they'd just toss them into the decommission center.

A bit of time passed and they were very slowly starting to adapt to the new situation and command. They were given coms and vids to talk with their other brothers, yet some still used it in secret, fearing if they were found, they'd be punished. Everyone told them there was more than enough food and water, but they still ate little and saved what they could. It got to the point where one of the ARC Troopers – Fives, he was Fives – didn't let any of them leave until they ate a reasonable amount.

They hated how quickly they accepted that, how the younger ones almost had a feast and how good it felt to actually eat something proper until they felt better. When Fives asked a shiney if he wanted seconds, the kid could only nod while trying not to cry. It was the first step to really seeing that things would be different this time around.

The next came, when they started seeing General Skywalker and Kenobi walking around them without his lightsaber. From what they've been told, those weapons are their life, so what reason would they have to not have them? And when they saw Commander Tano setting her own glow sticks down before coming to them, they understood. They were doing it for them, because they knew they feared those weapons. Because they wanted them to feel welcomed and safe. Because they cared.

The last and probably biggest crack in their carefully crafted armor came in the form of that very Padawan. She has come to them, as usual for a small chat, when she asked what their names were. The 112th men had only told their clone bothers about how their names were lost, forgotten and thrown away. Their brothers tried to help them in any way they could, and the 112th was slowly adapting to it. However, seeing the horror and sadness in the young Jedi's face when she learned that, made them all look away. She was more affected by this than they themselves. But she quickly regained herself and simply said: "Well, I guess we better find you some names, huh?"

It wasn't even a week later that much more attention was given to their names. Their brothers tried to keep it low, for their sake, but now that the Jedi knew, there was no reason for that anymore. So they adapted to that as well. A few managed to recall their old names, but most of them chose new one. They especially loved the ones given to them by their older brothers.

And then, there were those two pilots… The ones General Skywalker had called to him one day. Both were scared, as usually when this happened, Krell would likely kill or at least yell at both of them. Reeve and Captain Rex were there as well, and the two were confused more than anything at that. As it turned out, Anakin was so pleased by their piloting skills; he wanted to ask if he could suggest a few names. The Jedi said that he knew clones named themselves or were named by their brothers, so he would understand if they refused. But he just felt like, maybe, helping them out a bit. A nudge in the right direction. It was safe to say that the two were in too much shock to do much else than nod.

"Alright, how about Drifter and Whirlwind?" Anakin had said and the two tested out the names. Their faces cracked up in a giant smile as they nodded fiercely, thanking their General. Never thought they'd do that…

"We're all family here and we look out for our own," Skywalker had said giving a bow to them. "I am honored to fight besides men as strong as you."

Cut! I think this was the longest one yet? Does it matter? Not really, but still And as I said at the beginning, I won't be adding anything for a short while, but if you got an idea of something that could be used, feel free to share and I'll see what I can do (might even catch a break in school to scribble something down and post it) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this bit, and if you fancy, maybe leave a review for it? I love hearing from all of you!