#oxygen kenobi

[the-starry-seas]

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When Obi-Wan dropped by on Kamino to check out those rumours of a clone army, those sneaky suckers grabbed some of his DNA. Just for funsies to play around with, y'know? They actually managed to get something useful out of it, and sent the samples to the Akranian facilties on Centax-2 to get the clone fully grown in a year.

The intent was to clone Jedi to make an army with superpowers. Of course, it didn't turn out that way, for reasons that nobody could figure out. They really thought they figured how to get that Jedi gene in there... Eh, oh well! Huck him in the ranks, he's CT-5775 now.

It was wildly freaky for Obi-Wan when the 212th got some new troops from Centax-2 and one of them was quite literally his clone. It was no secret amongst the Akranian clones themselves. They called our man Oxygen, short for O2, short for Obi-Wan 2.

For his part, Oxygen doesn't really have any intent to have anything to do with General Kenobi. They both have their roles in the war and Oxygen isn't really opposed to his. He's got no reason to pay attention to someone just because they share genetic material. All the other GAR clones share that, and most of them ignore each other, to some degree.

Obi-Wan has much different feelings on all this, and is doing his best to get Oxygen to pay attention to him. Maybe like him. Maybe call him 'dad'.

It's a strange time for all involved.

(You would not believe the look on Cody's face when Obi's mini-me popped up in full clone armour).

Eventually Obi-Wan's able to negotiate things with the GAR to get Oxygen released from the GAR. There's the little matter of "you stole my DNA to make a clone of me without my knowledge or consent, do you want me to sue you into the ground? also the security concerns about a regular soldier being able to access all my tech and files."

The Kaminoans regret not having kept Oxygen away from the general because apparently he has decided to go on the warpath about this. They give in because it's frankly easier than arguing with him, and also they don't really want to draw legal attention to their slave army. Surely it's no problem to let one clone have a pension and freedom to get this damn Jedi off their backs.

Oxygen gets to hang out with a bunch of Jedi who are trying to figure out what exactly he is. And also his genetic donor and his genetic donor's boyfriend. He would much rather go back to his planned life of being a soldier, but apparently everyone else has strong feelings about him dying on a battlefield. He's not sure what he thinks about that.

Thus begins a wartime family comedy with a precedent-setting case that helps the rest of the clones get their pensions and independence as well. Obi-Wan decides the responsible thing to do is to retire from the Jedi Order to be a proper father to Oxygen. Bail offers to let them move in on Alderaan. Cody goes along. It's not long before "genetic donor's boyfriend" turns into "dad's husband" turns into "dad". Cody is more pleased with this than he expected. Obi-Wan is just exactly as pleased as he expected.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

a rare celebrity photo of maul opress (right), screaming into the void after obi-wan kenobi (not pictured) blocked him on space grindr. savage opress (left), maul's devoted brother, is ready in the wings to catch him when maul passes out from oxygen deprivation.

[mochism-writes]

°☆Tug of the Force☆°

—PART 1

●type● intro to series, storyline, MLM romance, two men fighting over you, NSFW, violent, wild interactions

●pairing● anakin skywalker & obi wan kenobi x male reader

●warnings● double penetration, unprotected sex, threesome, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, (reader) dominated, crying, babying the reader, aggressive kissing, bottom reader, degration, homophobic slurs

●word count● IDK BUT VERY LONG

edit! : Thank u guys for all the support!!!

▪︎synopsis▪︎ You do not know Anakin or Obi Wan Kenobi personally. Both you and Anakin are Padawans, Jedi's in training. Anakin is 20 years old while you are 19, he is very advanced in using the Force, while you aren't as great since Anakin is a year ahead of you. Anakin has a mentor Obi Wan Kenobi 36 years old, that teaches him the way of the Force much like your own master. Even though Padawans learn the Force individually with their masters, your batch of former Jedi initiates have been called to the Jedi Temple of Coruscant for a graduation reunion...

》setting《 your hotel suite in Coruscant...

Your hotel suite has a futuristic, sleek, pale theme. One wall stands replaced with a large window, giving the most breathtaking view of Coruscant. The busy hovercraft traffic, the looming skyscrapers, the pinkish hue of the planet's atmosphere, it feels great to be back.

◇Your mind◇ "Cologne... tie... socks... what else?..."

Your mind rushes at the hotel as you try to check off the growing mental list in your head before the reunion party

◇Your mind◇ "Oh shit! I forgot to shave!"

—————————timeskip—————————

》setting《 Jedi Temple of Coruscant...

You arrive to the Temple via the metro, the busy train car felt suffocating, stuffed to the brim with miserable creatures of all alien backgrounds. Stepping off the metro, a cold breeze of the life sustaining oxygen caresses your face. How refreshing. As you near the Temple, the front gate is guarded by two male aliens that scan your face and give you entry to the seemingly infinite halls of the Jedi Temple of Coruscant

◇Your mind◇ "Woah... where is everyone..?"

This definitely wasn't the party you expected, empty endless halls. You recall your past here and remember the secret hideout that you had with your fellow initiates during your time at the Temple. The hideout was accessed via a secret door hidden within one of the discolored pillars of the grand hall.

◇Your mind◇ "There it is!"

The discolored pillar is visible in the distance, the velvet carpet of the halls steered right past the pillar, a non-Jedi would not think twice to inspect the slightly off-white pillar.

◇Your mind◇ "Not sure if this is where everyone is, but it will be nice to see the old hideout again"

You approach the pillar and trace your hands along its sides until you feel the subtle cracks outlining the hidden door. You step back and use your force to open the hidden door. Just like old times.

A spiral staircase leads down to the hideout, the air feels cool and dry. The winding staircase seemed so much more vast when you were younger, but now it seems like such a small distance.

◇Your mind◇ "Its been so long since I've been down here..."

The twisted staircase leads down, and an odd thumping emerges the deeper you go, causing a dust to fall from the stairs above you.

◇Your mind◇ "Is that music..? Is someone down here?..."

The thumping is now clear and you make it out as a distant club beat. Finally, you reach the door of the hideout. The door looks completely different than what you recall it to be. The puny stone door now replaced with a grand entrance made of a cloudy glass like material, giving you a faint look into the inside, colorful blurs shift behind the door.

◇Your mind◇ "They must have renovated this door.. it is so much fancier than what it used to be..."

You push the door open and bright lights and loud music flood out

》setting《 the Coruscant Jedi club...

The blaring music of the club and the flashing lights disorient you for a moment as you glare around at the busy, unfamiliar scene. A bar lays at the side of the club, populated with Jedis being catered to by well dressed servers. The club has a hot pink color scheme, produced by iridescent party lights blaring from the dance floor. A bridge hangs over the main dance floor, sprinkled with drunkards and dancers. The entire club has a breathtaking view of the skylines of Coruscant, the window definitely being one of the biggest you have ever seen.

◇Your mind◇ "What the fuck...? This isn't the hideout I remember..."

Walking in, the flashing lights and the upbeat music. Aliens and people in futuristic streetwear grinding upon eachother on the dance floor. Males socializing at the bar. The air feels humid and your body bounces to the base of the speakers.

◇Your mind◇ "They definitely did some fucking renovating huh..."

You scan the people on the dance floor, and a familiar face catcher your eye. Donovan. Your ex. Donovan sits on a lounge couch, two female aliens praising beside him. Donovan smirks as the aliens whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

◇Your mind◇ "Gross..."

You're reminded of your near expulsion because of your breakup with Donovan, you used the Force on him to throw him to the ground when you found out. Whatever. You decide a drink is just the right thing to loosen you up and forget about Donovan.

》scene《 The Bar...

The bar has a familiar theme to a Tatooine cantina, colorful drinks displayed behind the bar. You lean on the bar and wait for a server, a busy scene envelopes around you, chatter of Jedis and the mechanical clatter and hum of the server droids mixing drinks.

◇server droid◇ "What would you like as your appetizer before your drinks?"

◇You◇ "I'll just have some Ahrisa"

The server droid bumbles and whirrs as it ruffles through the cabinets of the bar for the spicy baked balls. The droid finally finds a bag of Ahrisa, poring five of them into the bowl infront of you.

◇server droid◇ "I will be back in a approximately five minutes for your drink"

The balls of baked bread have a savory, sweet, and spicy taste. As you nibble on your appetizer, a group of people next to you shuffle out of the area. You start to daydream when all the sudden a man takes up the vacant spot beside you.

◇Man, to server droid◇ "Hmm.. ill skip on the appetizer... I'm kina tight on money"

The man seems different than anyone you had ever met. He is a human like you. He has brown hair, a clean crisp Jedi robe, a lean body, his muscles barely outlining on his robe. He looks tired, and his sleepy eyes await for his drink. The man reaches out to your bowl and grabs a Ahrisa ball. You now stare at him shocked and out of your analytical state

◇Man◇ "What? You were staring at me for quite a while, I have a right to some of your Ahrisa"

He chuckles

◇You◇ "What?!... No.. I wasn't trying to be rude. Sorry if I weirded you out- it's just that its been a while since I've seen humans, I've been training in a remote area.."

The man smiles and analyzes your face for a moment before laughing dryly and patting you playfully on the back.

◇Man◇ "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."

His voice is warm and a little raspy, he tries to keep a cheerful tone despite his tired appearance.

◇You◇ "Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N."

◇Anakin◇ "Y/N huh?... A classic human name. Let me guess, your family is traditional"

Anakin suggests curiously

◇You◇ "Yeah heh, we even still have an air frier in our kitchen"

The two of you chuckle about the ancient kictchenwear

◇Anakin◇ " So, what year did you graduate from the Temple? I graduated 12904"

The server droid gives Anakin his drink and he thanks it briefly

◇You◇ "Oh, I graduated 12903. It's weird that I don't recognize you from back then!"

◇Anakin◇."Yeah, I was the quiet kid for sure. Never talked, always hid at the back of the class."

Anakin sips on his drink and let's out a sigh of refreshment after his seemingly long day

◇You◇ "You seem tired. Why haven't you been resting? We are on vacation anyway."

◇Anakin◇ "Nah, I wasn't even invited here. I skipped graduation day so I guess it's fair to say that I wasn't necessarily a favorite of the Temple. I hitched a ride here with my friends"

◇You◇ "And your master is okay with this?"

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah he's super chill, I don't worry about him"

◇You◇ "Whats his name?"

◇Anakin◇ "Obi Wan Kenobi, but I just call him Ben for short"

◇You◇ "Oh okay! He sounds sweet. My master is called Rima Del Unabe, but she's let me be on vacation for a month for the reunion"

◇Anakin◇ "Sounds fun. Ben has some work here so I'm just chilling around Coruscant"

Anakin slides closer

◇Anakin◇ "Why don't we slip out of here and you come over to my place huh?"

His voice his deep and seductive, his hot breath hits your ear

◇You◇ "Are you trying to.. hook up with me?.."

You glare at Anakin with a subtle disgust, as if he thought you would hook up with a stranger?

◇Anakin◇ "Is that a crime?..."

He thought right, you would definitely hook up with a stranger.

◇You◇ "Nope! Let's dip"

You wink at him, and he smirks back with his stern eyes, dropping a tip at the bar and taking your hand, guiding you out of the humid crowd of the club

—————————timeskip—————————

》scene《 Anakin's suite...

Anakin's suite has a large living room area on the patio, most of the suite being outdoors. His suite seems cozy and welcoming, the beautiful scenery of Coruscant being one of its main highlights. Anakin sits on the arm of one of the couches, looking out at the city. He looks back at you and scoots aside. He pats the vacant spot next to him, inviting you to sit next to him.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck I love this planet. I wish I could be here forever."

◇You◇ "Why can't you?"

◇Anakin◇ "Ben always has some interplanetary task for me or some business elsewhere, I never have time to myself"

◇You◇ "That must suck.. I'm sorry"

◇Anakin◇ "Its fine.. he says it's for the best I guess. Atleast I have you beside me Y/N."

Anakin moves his arm closest to you behind you and rests it on your outer hip. You blush slightly. Anakin stands up

◇Anakin◇ "No more waisting time. I wanna fuck"

◇You◇ "Sheesh! Okay.. someones a little horny.."

You tease in a playful tone. Anakin begins to take off his robe, not breaking eye contact with you as he does. His breathing is heavy and his eyes look serious.

◇Anakin◇ "A little? Nah. I'm super horny."

Your body warms up as he asserts his dominating tone. You feel yourself starting to get hard underneath your robe.

◇Your mind◇ "Fuck... he's so hot... ugh I can't believe I'm doing this with a fucking stranger but honestly I feel safe around him. He seems sweet but definitely very dominant when he's riled up..."

Anakin stands infront of you, his dick hard from underneath his underwear. He is still wearing his now undone robe, it drapes over his body loosely

◇Anakin◇ "This dick isn't going to lubricate itself is it?... Or do you want me to fuck you dry?"

You shudder at his idea, fucking dry sounds like hell.

◇You◇ "Uh.. I.."

You stand there, blushing, looking at his growing erection while he glares at you with a smirk.

◇Anakin◇ "Don't worry, it doesn't bite."

He teases. You walk up to him and stand face to face with him, both of your heavy breathing brushing eachothers face. Anakin leans in and gives a light kiss to your lips. You stare at him for a moment and then kiss him harder, slipping your tounge into his mouth slightly. Anakin begins to grasp your head from behind and takes control of the passionate kiss, his tounge ramming into your mouth. As one of his hands keeps your head in place, he uses his other hand to rub his crotch, his fully grown cock is now leaking a little bit underneath his underwear.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck you're so hot.."

Anakin moans in-between the hot and sloppy kisses. Anakin suddenly stops and pulls your head back violently by grasping your hair with force. He takes a good look at your face, his stern, sleepy eyes searching your face with a serious expression. Once he's satisfied, he pulls your head down, forcing you to your knees. You're now face to face with his crotch.

◇Anakin◇ "Suck faggot."

Anakin uses both hands to shove your face on his crotch area, rubbing his dick on your face from underneath his underwear. Anakin looks up, closes his eyes and grunts in pleasure, the friction of your face partially satisfying his cock. Anakin let's go of your head and allows you to unpackage his meat.

◇Anakin◇ "Take it out.. that's right..."

You firmly grasp the top of his trouser, and pull it down in one swift motion. Anakins rock hard dick hits you in the face, eager to be free from its prison. You make eye contact with Anakin, looking up at him lustfully as his dick lays atop of your face, you can feel its heavyness. Anakin's dick rests at 6.7 inches long, and has a girth of 2.5 inches, very girthy. Your eyes now look away from his face and now focus on his circumcised member. His dick reeks of testosterone and you can't resist but to lick the slit at the tip of his cock.

Anakin closes his eyes and shudders at the feeling of your tounge on his dick, he let's out deep and growling breaths, eager for more. You move on to his full tip, widening your mouth and enclosing it around his dark pink tip. You begin to suck his dick slowly, his tip hitting the back of your throat frequently.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck.. Go faster..."

You try to go faster but his dick is just too big for your mouth. Anakin grasps your hair again and forcefully pushes your head to the very base of his dick. Your gag reflexes take over and you start to choke. The vibrations of your choke on Anakin's cock really turn him on so he continues to press your head on his dick all the way. Anakin gasps and grunts with pleasure as you gag on his dick. Finally, as you were about to pass out on his dick, Anakin pulls your head off his dick, and allows you to gasp for air.

◇Anakin◇ "That felt so good..."

You gasp for air, Anakin's dick pokes you in the face as if it yearns for more. His cock begins to drip with precum and you start to lick it all up, the salty, warm substance tastes even better when it comes from Anakin. You make eye contact with Anakin as you lick up his precum, licking the slit of his tip as soon as he produces it. Anakin glares at you lustfully from above and bites his lips, basking in how good you're making him feel. You begin to slowly jerk off his shaft with your hands while your mouth works his tip, Anakin moans in pleasure. The door of Anakin's suite unlocks and slams to the wall with a loud bang.

◇Ben◇ "What the hell did I say about noise after 9? I'm trying to fucking sleep in the suite next door!"

Ben's eyes take a moment to adjust to the dark suite. You're kneeling infront of Anakin so you cannot see the person that has just walked in. Anakin looks down at you in desperation.

◇Anakin◇ "Shit shit shit... Y/N. I need you to hide"

You're shocked and you're adrenaline pumps as Anakin's caring, raspy voice commands you. You desperately manage to crawl underneath a table and watch the scene unfold from a distance. Anakin hurriedly wraps his loose robe, concealing his dick.

◇Ben◇ "Oh bloody hell Anakin. What the hell is your problem.."

Ben Kenobi slowly starts to approach, closing the door behind him. His eyes glare around the room, his sleepy posture approaches Anakin. Anakin quickly turns around, acting innocent, his robe concealing the crime scene.

◇Anakin◇ "Ben! Haha.. I'm sorry I was just er.."

Ben stands a few feet away from his Padawan and tries to read his body language, noticing Anakin's suspicious mannerisms.

◇Ben◇ "Anakin. I know what you were doing"

From under the table, you shudder in fear. Your breathing begins to tremble in fear..

◇Your mind◇ "Fuck!... What if he tells my master..."

Your mind races as you watch the scene unfold. Ben puts his hand on Anakin's shoulder, in a kind and friendly way.

◇Anakin◇ "I assure you master.. this isn't what you think it is..."

Ben analyzes Anakins' face for a moment, the suspense makes you tremble from underneath the table.

◇Ben◇ "Anakin, you realize that touching yourself is normal, do it too. You do not need to be ashamed of it."

Your body relaxes from hearing his words.. thank God he's not suspicious of you. Anakin also seems relieved from his masters words.

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah.. you're right. That's what I was doing.."

Ben chuckles and pats Anakin's shoulder

◇Ben◇ "Alrighty then. Keep the moans down though mate. The entire galaxy must've heard you by now"

Ben laughs to himself as he turns away and begins to leave the suite.

Anakin stands in his place, watching his master leave, still frozen in fear from that close call. Ben approaches the door and grasps the handle.

◇Ben◇ "But Anakin.. Maybe you could've chosen a better hiding spot for your prostitute?"

Your eyes widen with fear from underneath the table. Anakin clears his throat dryly, his voice trembling.

◇Anakin◇ "Obi Wan.. I-I..."

Ben turns back, his face now stern and his body serious.

◇Ben◇ "You.. you what? There is no excuse for this shit."

Ben turns towards your hiding spot and begins to walk towards the table you are concealed under. Ben now stands infront of your table, the only thing visible to you are his slippers and his draped robe.

◇Your mind◇ "Please don't look under the table... please don't look under the tab.."

The table is flung from above you, Ben's hand is outreached in the direction that the table had gone, he had used the Force to reveal your hiding spot.

◇Ben◇ "Well well well... This prostitute seems different then the ones I typically see around here"

You lay sprawled on the floor, nervous and embarrassed. You glance at Anakin and he returns the same feared look. Ben towers over your body, he glares down at you, making you feel inferior to his presence. Ben kneels down to your body, his bearded, gruff face begins to scan you face, he grunts in confusion.

◇Ben◇ "A Jedi?"

You look up at the man nervously

◇You◇ "Yeah... my name is Y/N.."

Ben tilts your chin up with his fingers to get a better look at your face. His hands are strong and hard to resist.

◇Ben◇ "A Jedi prostitute?"

Anakin swiftly strides over and pulls Ben from the back, causing him to fall from his kneeled position, but Ben catches himself with his elbow and a grunt.

◇Anakin◇ "Don't call him a prostitute. He's my boyfriend."

Ben shifts on the ground, and gets back up on his feet, surprised by his student's reaction. Anakin takes your hand and helps you up to your feet, his expression now firm and protective.

◇Your mind◇ "We aren't boyfriends... we literally just met..."

Ben smirks at the scene.

◇Ben◇ "Boyfriends.. huh?"

◇Anakin◇ "Yep. Do you have a fucking problem?"

Ben chuckles to himself

◇Ben◇ "Anakin. We have been over this. No dating until your training is over."

Anakin shifts uncomfortably, and takes a quick look at you as if to say, "I better not regret this.."

◇Anakin◇ "I don't care. We aren't in love and you can't do anything about it."

Ben stares in disbelief, his student is disobeying him and he expects to get away with it? He stands there, analyzing the situation. You see his muscular build, and his beard low-key turns you on. He has a "dilf" quality to him. Ben looks at you, and his mind seems to have made a decision.

◇Ben◇ "You're lucky I think you're attractive."

Ben steps very close towards you, your faces near eachother at an uncomfortable distance. Ben breathes heavily, his hot breath smells of coffee.

◇Ben◇ "This is how it's gonna go."

Ben says in a demanding tone. His eyes lock onto yours, his nose technically rubbing against your nose. Anakin watches from aside, he looks his master seducing his hookup with rage.

◇Anakin◇ "What the hell is wrong with you? What the fuc-?"

Anakin's furious voice cuts abruptly, you notice that Ben's hand is outreached and he has used the Force to silence Anakin. Anakin stands frozen in place. You try to object but Ben desperately looks you in the eyes.

◇Ben◇ "Shhh... don't worry about him... he will have his turn with you..."

Ben begins to kiss you roughly, his eyes still locked onto yours. His beard feels rough on your face, and his moans sound desperate.

Ben begins to slip his tongue into your mouth, your two tounges start to lick eachother and you finally embrace the passionate kiss, even though deep down you feel bad for Anakin, watching from beside.

Ben pulls out of the kiss, he licks your lips one last time.

◇Ben◇ "Because you broke the rules Anakin, you must share Y/N with me. No excuses."

With a smooth swoop of his hand, Ben releases Anakin from his frozen state.

◇Anakin◇ "Go to hell!"

Ben chuckles, he contines to keep eye contact with you in a suggestive fasion.

◇Ben◇ "What can I say, there are consequences to your actions Anakin."

Ben puts his arm behind your back and guides you to a couch in Anakin's living room, Ben keeps looking behind him to make sure Anakin follows closely behind. All three of you stop at the couch.

◇Ben◇ "Now, could you be a dear and take off your clothes"

You look to Anakin, flustered, and he gives a solemn nod of approval, Ben is his master after all.

◇Your mind◇ "Wow. Never in my fucking life would I think that I would be in this situation. Well- I'm not really complaining about it. Both of the men before me are like super hot so I guess this is whatever"

You begin to undo your robe, your belt falling to the ground, your cloak following it. You take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. Ben and Anakin are locked on a trance, as if what they were witnessing was worthy to be praised. You look at the duo, embarrassed and low-key turned on. You take off your underwear, your hard dick springs out, but the center of attention, your ass, shines pale in the dark moonlight.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck dude! That's the best looking ass I've even seen."

◇Ben◇ "I call dibs first!"

Anakin glares at his master, but Ben doesn't notice, he pushes you onto the couch, doggy style. Ben kneels on the couch, behind you, and desperately starts to undo his robes.

◇Ben◇ "Fuck... Anakin, use Y/N's mouth, we'll trade off positions"

In front of you, Anakin looks down at you his massive cock tenting in his loose robes.

◇Anakin◇ "Finally. Let's finish what we started, shall we?"

Anakin undoes his belt, and his bare body shines from underneath his cloak. Anakin's cock springs out once more and he slaps you with his lucid, growing cock.

◇Anakin◇ "Haa.. open up for me will you?"

Anakin asks in a yearning tone, he lays his thumb on your bottom lip, and gently presses into your mouth.

◇Anakin◇ "Open wide..."

He gently moves his thumb into your mouth as you open your lips, Anakin's lustful and towering demeanor is too much to resist. Anakin takes his thumb out of your mouth swiftly, using the same hand to quickly pick up his cock and set the tip into your open mouth.

◇Anakin◇ "Just like that.. that's right.. suck it for me baby"

Anakin uses his other hand to firmly grasp the back of your head, and starts to slowly pump your head back and fourth on his leaking dick. Anakin can't help but to let out a satisfied groan as he begins to thrust his cock deeper into your mouth.

Behind you, Ben breathes wildly loudly as he tosses his clothes on the floor beside the couch. His hairy, toned body is the definition of a dad-bod. His abs are defined, and his stomach is wide. His chest is hairy, the hair running from his beard all the way down to the base of his cock, a thick snail trail leads the way to the north pole from his belly button. His cock, fully grown, starts to twitch in excitement, standing at 7.4 inches long and a girth of 3.4 inches. He starts to rub his yearning, circumcised cock with one of his veiny, overworked hands, and with the other hand he pulls back one of your ass cheeks, getting a closer look at your hole.

◇Ben◇ "Hmm! A virgin! Don't worry Y/N, I'll be sure to take really good care of you. I'll make sure to loosen you up so you don't get hurt"

Ben smirks as he inspects your hole, and he lets go of your cheek and begins to scratch his beard. He continues to rub his cock sensually with his other hand. After a thorough inspection and admiration of the scene, Ben finally frees both of his hands and spreads both of your cheeks apart, and licks your hole once, looking back at you to witness your reaction. Your hips start to buck towards Ben and you stop sucking Anakin for a moment to look back at Ben and give him a silent beg for more. Ben nods in approval, his piercing eyes making eye contact with yours for a moment, and then release you as if to allow you to continue to suck Anakin's cock.

◇Ben◇ "Thank goodness you douched before this Y/N. Although that would not have stopped me from absolutely destroying your ass anyway."

Ben slowly starts to press your hole with his tongue, allowing for you to take him in at your own pace. His beard scratches your ass in all the right places, sometimes you feel him intentionally rubbing his chin on your hole just to feel you shiver in pleasure. Ben draws his face back from your ass, spitting on his fingers. He starts to fit his pointer finger into your hole, being careful to pause when your grip seems too sudden or violent.

◇Anakin◇ "Suck better bitch! Are you loosing focus here?"

Snapping back into focus to the front half of your body, you glance up at Anakin, one of his hands holding his hair out of his face. His other hand reaches down and fondles your face.

◇Anakin◇ "Ben! Can we switch spots now?!"

Ben looks at Anakin, he currently has two fingers wedged inside of you.

◇Ben◇ "Fuck! Alright. Remember, three fingers and then work your way up to five."

◇Anakin◇ "Yeah yeah whatever.."

The two men switch spots, Ben now stands infront of you, his cock is already wet with precum. You jerk his cock off will passion, looking up at him for approval every time you go faster or slower.

◇Ben◇ "It's okay Y/N. Go at your own pace.."

Ben watches you warmly from above as you try to figure out how to fit his cock into your mouth.

On your rear, Anakin starts to fit his three fingers into your hole, but not soft and slowly like Ben, no. Anakin seems to be impatient and desperate, he jams three finger in and out of you without warning.

◇Anakin◇ "Pfft, work your way up to five. Why work my way up to five fingers when I could literally just stick my cock in now?"

Ben hears Anakin's remark, but his response is one second too late, Anakin jams his cock into your hole with brute force.

◇Ben◇ "ANAKIN! What the hell?? You're going to fucking kill Y/N!"

Anakin cannot seem to hear anything, his face is filled with pure extasy has he lets his entire cock sit inside you for a moment. Your body shudders in pain, and your ass tries to push Anakin out, but the resistance just seems to make him more turned on.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah! How does your virgin hole like that?"

Anakin flexes one of his arms as his other arm firmly gets hold of your lower back. You are too overstimulated to respond to his cocky remark. Anakin begins to fuck you with a rather fast pace. You wince in pain, but the pain starts to ease into fulfillment as Anakin's tip smashes against your G-spot. Ben looks at Anakin and back to you, seeming to feel bad for you. He knows you're in pain.

◇Ben◇ "Y/N I need you to suck my dick. It needs to be lubricated so I can take over Anakin's spot. Can you do that for me?"

You look up at Ben, his face is warm, and he sounds almost paternal talking to you. He is hard to resist. Through all the pain and pleasure Anakin is putting you through, you pick up Ben's cock and slowly fit it in your mouth.

◇Ben◇ "That's right... there you go!"

Ben cheers you on like a father at his son's football game as you fit his length. You salivate on his cock, Anakin's brute force keeps pushing you deeper onto Ben's cock. Your gag reflexes start to engage as you start to reach Ben's base. Ben rapidly pulls out as soon as he hears your choking.

◇Ben◇ "Y/N? Are you okay?"

Ben pulls your head up so he can have eye contact with you.

◇You◇ "Ye-ah... did I do good..?"

You force out between Anakin's blows. Ben smiles and ruffles your hair up playfully.

◇Ben◇ "You did good kid."

Ben storms to your backside quickly, his had outreached as if he was about to use the Force. Anakin is too busy abusing your hole to notice. With one foul thrusts of his hand, Ben throws Anakin backwards, out of your ass, and he lands with a thud on a wall. You begin to cry, your hole is so sore and without anything to support the huge amout of space Anakin left, you wince in pain. Ben hurriedly starts to rub your hole, as if to massage a sore back.

◇Ben◇ "Shhh, don't worry... I'm here... don't cry baby.."

You look back at him, sensually rubbing your hole with one hand, and slowly jerking his cock with his other hand. He stops rubbing and uses his hand to pull you off your arms, you both stand kneeled on the couch, Ben behind you. Ben's hairy body against your backside makes you shiver, but his immense body heat makes you lean into him more. Ben starts to move his hand to your front, while behind you, his other hand is still jerking off his now leaking cock. With the hand infront of you, Ben takes hold of your cock, and you inhale suddenly, Ben's big, rugged, warm hand feels unlike anything you have had on your dick before. You look back at Ben, his face inches away from yours, and you start to kiss him passionately while he starts to jerk off your cock. As you kiss, you reach behind you, and grasp Ben's poking cock, you can feel how wet it is. Pulling away from the kiss, you start to position the cock behind you at your tip, while Ben is still jerking you off. Ben looks down in excitement as you start to push your ass against his tip, slowly but surely your ass takes him in. Ben lets out a deep, husky groan as his tip is engulfed in your ass.

◇Ben◇ "Damn Y/N! You are taking me in so well.."

You smirk at him seductively as you finally feel your ass brush against his body hair. Even through Ben was much longer and thicker then Anakin, his comforting nature makes up for the pain. Ben starts to grasp your hips with both hands and slowly moves dick dick back and fourth in your ass. Suddenly, you hear Ben gagging behind you. Anakin stands a feet away from the scene and uses the Force to choke Ben. You quickly pull off of Ben's cock and use your force to push Anakin to the ground, releasing Ben from his grasp. Ben falls to the ground, gasping for air.

◇You◇ "Ben! Are you okay?"

You hurry to him, and kneel beside him on the ground, placing your hands on his bare chest

◇Ben◇ "I-im okay.."

Ben picks himself up, so does Anakin. The two stand facing eachother, naked and serious. Ben uses the Force to grab his lightsaber from his robe and Anakin does the same.

◇Anakin◇ "You took my fucking hookup away from me."

◇Ben◇ "Oh! So he's your hookup now? What happened to him being your boyfriend"

◇You◇ "He just lied so you wouldn't throw me out."

Anakin glares at you

◇Ben◇ "You broke my rules Anakin, so I had to make you pay for them. Although now I think your hookup likes me more then you?"

Both men face to you, and you stand there, nervous to give input. Anakin begins to turn on his lightsaber and starts to swing it at Ben.

◇You◇ "Ben! Behind you!!"

Ben swiftly turns back and blocks the saber with his own, the two engage in a heated duel with their lightsabers.

◇Anakin◇ "Y/N is mine! Back the fuck off of him!"

◇Ben◇ "You treat him like shit! He obviously wants me over you."

You watch, speechless, as the fight unfolds infront of you, every time someone swings their lightsaber you fear someone might loose a limb.

◇You◇ "STOP IT!"

They freeze and stare at you.

◇Ben◇ "Don't worry Y/N, I know what I am doing."

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck off man. I'll kill you for Y/N"

◇You◇ "Hey hey hey! Stop you two! Stop that now. I have a solution."

The three naked men look at eachother, Ben confused, Anakin smirking, and you wondering if what you are about to propose is physically possible.

◇You◇ "Both of you can fuck me at once."

Ben tilts him head, unsure if this is safe, while Anakin smiles widely.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah Y/N! I didn't know you were freaky like that!"

You climb onto the couch.

◇You◇ "Ben, lay beneath me"

Ben looks at you, still processing what you proposed.

◇Ben◇ "Okay.. are you sure you want to do this Y/N?.."

◇You◇ "Yes. Don't worry."

Ben lays on the couch, his dick straight up like a pole. You sit on his cock slowly, making sure your ass is adjusted. Ben moans in pleasure with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes in ecstasy. You begin to bounce up and down on his cock sensually.

◇Anakin◇ "That's it. It's my turn!"

Anakin kneels on the couch, his knees in-between Ben's legs, and he positions himself at you hole, already penetrated by Ben.

◇Anakin◇ "Lets make this short and sweet."

Anakin presses his tip at your hole, already wrapped around Ben's cock. Anakin uses his fingers to stretch out the small area of hole you have left, and finally fits in his tip. Anakin's cock glides on Ben's as he pushes deeper into your ass. The pain is almost unbearable as the two cocks fill up your hole, the same hole that had never been used a day in its life the day before.

◇Anakin◇ "Fuck yeah!! Your cock is so warm Obi Wan!"

Ben rolls his eyes, but the feeling of your ass and Anakin's cock against his own is certainly the best thing he has ever felt before.

◇You◇ "Okay.. you two can pick up the pace back there.."

Ben and Anakin begin to thrust in and out of your hole, their cocks rubbing against one another within you. Your G-spot feels tired from all the sensitivity. You rest your head on Ben's neck as he contines to fuck you, his breath deep and husky. He whispers in your ear.

◇Ben◇ "Don't worry baby.. I'm here for you.."

He says softly as he contines to abuse your hole with his Jedi apprentice. Anakin grunts in pleasure, his cock leaking precum and lubricating your anal walls.

◇Anakin◇ "I think I'm about to cum... what about you old man?"

◇Ben◇ "I-I'm close.. Y/N prepare yourself.."

The two men thrust even more violently than before, your hole starts to leak of precum as the men push in and out.

◇Ben◇ "I'm about to cum.."

◇Anakin◇ "Me too.."

You brace yourself and suddenly the thrusting stops. Ben and Anakin stay fully buried within your hole. Ben is the first to cum, his dick starts to twitch slowly and he starts to ejaculate inside of you. His hot substance fills you up. Anakin is second, he cums quickly and forcefully, his shots feel like stabs as he cums into your ass. Finally the two pull out, you gasp for air as they leave your hole empty, and you lay on your back on the couch, Anakin and Ben do the same. Both men wrap their arms around you, you lay inbetween them as you all bask in the afterglow of the sensual experience you all just shared.

◇Anakin◇ "That was nice."

◇You◇ "Yeah, it was.."

Ben turns his head and whispers in your ear, his breath hot and deep.

◇Ben◇ "You like me more though"

◇Anakin◇ "Hey! I fucking heard that! Back off grandpa!"

You giggle as the duo begins to fight once more. But genuinely, deep down, you still don't know who you prefer more.

——————to be continued???——————

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.6 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 5. Chapter 7.

Blue Shadow Virus

CW: Slow burn, Two fools trying to ignore their crushes, Blue Shadow Virus Arc, Needles, medical talk, science talk, infections, mentions of dead clones, this is a long one, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Tag list (Thank you for liking my writing <3) @heavenseed76 @arctrooper69

You were cleaning up the medical bay when your holo beeped rapidly at your desk. As soon as you pressed the button to answer, General Skywalker appeared, looking panicked.

“Doctor! What do you know about the Blue Shadow Virus!?” 

You shook your head in confusion, “I’m sorry…sir?” He was supposed to be on Naboo for a mission. You weren’t entirely sure of the details though…

“Padme, Ahsoka and Rex are trapped in a lab that's full of the virus in the air.” He explained rapidly, “What do you know about it!?”

“I-what!?” You stood so suddenly the chair at your desk fell back, “General, the Blue Shadow Virus killed all of its hosts thousands of years ago through water, how…”

“His name is Nuvo Vindi.”

Your blood ran cold. 

You’ve been taught through your schooling the importance of ethics and morality in medicine. Vindi’s research had come up several times as prime examples of unethical science, and the consequences of breaking such regulations. Even before the war, Nuvo Vindi had been thrown out of the medical community for his downright cruel methods. 

So this is where the bastard had been…

You furrowed your brow, “Anyone infected has 48 hours to live. It causes dysfunction of the respiratory tract…even inhibits the blood itself from carrying oxygen properly. And it has a 99% lethality rate…”

Your heart broke. That was a death sentence unless they had protection. Rex will be dead in 48 hours…Ahsoka too. And Senator Amidala, who you only met briefly once before. 

“Doctor, please think of something, anything!” Anakin pleaded with you. He was frenzied and desperate. Something you hadn’t seen before.

General Kenobi stepped into the view of the holo, “What Anakin is asking, is what do you know about viruses in general, and can that knowledge be used to help?” 

You thought for a moment. You had contacts through the community. Those with more knowledge on viral outbreaks and infections. 

“Give me some time. I know who to contact.” You responded. 

The younger Jedi visibility deflated and nodded, “Please, hurry…”

Once he hung up, it finally hit you. 

He said Padme, not Senator Amidala…

It didn’t matter. You didn’t have a lot of time. Long distance calls weren’t possible on your holo, so you practically shoved Admiral Yularen aside when you got to the command bridge. A couple of bridge officers weren’t happy that you used the venator itself to make some ‘personal’ calls. You didn’t let them distract you as you reached out to your contacts.

A majority of them led to dead-ends. 

“100% lethality.” 

“No cure.”

“The virus is long gone, who cares?”

Until you made one more call. An old mentor in a brief tryst with virology you had in your schooling. She gave you a clue, “All viruses can be slowed by inhibitors, replication can be slowed until a cure can be made. It’ll buy a patient time, you know this. Why are you asking?”

“Theoretically, how would you cure a virus that you’ve never seen before?” You asked, swallowing.

“Break the capsid. You’ll need to know the exact protein that’s used, but…if you find a compound to do it, you can theoretically cure anything.” 

“Thank you, doctor.” You hung up and called General Skywalker again, this time on your personal holo as you rushed back to the medical bay. You needed supplies.

He answered, looking even more panicked and disheveled, “Did you find anything?” 

“How much of the lab is still intact?” you asked him, “I can buy everyone infected some time using viral inhibitors, and if the equipment is still intact I might be able to get some information that can be used for a cure.” 

“Are you suggesting you go down into the lab?” Kenobi interrupted, “Doctor, you said yourself that this virus is lethal.”

It hit you exactly what you were suggesting. It was dangerous. You’d have protection, but it would be temporary. An EVA suit wouldn’t last forever, but you had to try. 

You nodded, sounding resolute, “I am.” 

“Get down here.” was all General Skywalker said before cutting the call. He was panicking, badly. It was obvious to everyone around him. 

As you prepared yourself and a pack with the medicine needed to help the infected, your thoughts returned to Anakin and…Padme.

They were friends. According to both of them. 

But…well, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between them. 

Like you and Rex-Stop it!

You were probably reading too much into it…Probably.

Instead of landing in the hangar at Theed, the LAAT dropped you off at the landing zone in the middle of a grassy swamp. General Kenobi and General Skywalker met you as you stepped off, the latter looking disheveled. He clearly had been pacing and running his hand through his brown hair. Pure anxiety was rolling off of him in waves.

“Doctor, are you certain you want to do this?” Obi-wan asked as you approached. 

You adjusted your com on your wrist. These damn suits were a pain to move in, but you put the EVA helmet on and nodded, “I am. Where's the hatch to the lab?”

“Are you sure this will work?” Anakin asked, voice cracking from stress. He walked with you, leading you to the entrance of the lab. 

You shifted the pack over your shoulder, “The viral inhibitors I brought should buy more time for those who are infected. In the meantime, I’ll collect the samples and analyze them for information. Once I know exactly what I’m dealing with, I’ll tell you what could be used as a cure.” 

You approached the hatch door. To avoid any danger to those around, you’d have to enter quickly. A little bit of the virus leaking out would easily be handled by the environment and atmosphere, but if the entire lab’s contents were released, it could cause disastrous issues. 

Especially if it contaminated the water. 

Anakin looked at you in worry. You’ve never seen the General so…scared. The situation called for it, of course, but it still surprised you, “What…What will you know what to look for?” 

“I’m a doctor, sir.” You gave him a soft, reassuring smile, “I’m supposed to know viruses and how to treat them.” 

At your words, he seemed to relax slightly. 

Without any more parting words, you opened the hatch and got inside the lab. Immediately your vision was compromised with the aerosolized virus. The blue was dense, denser than a desert storm. Carefully, you climbed down the ladder to the floor, and once steady on your feet, you activated your com. 

“Commander, I’m in the lab.” Your words were quiet, trying to reach Ahsoka, “Where are you?”

“What do you mean you're in the lab!?” It was Rex who asked, now even more worried. His voice was about as panicked as Skywalker’s was.

You furrowed your brow, answering, “Did the General not inform you? I have medicine that will help.” 

“No, Anakin didn’t tell us.” Padme responded this time. You could hear the annoyance in her sigh, “Of course he didn’t…”

“Sky guy…” Ahsoka groaned, “We’re in a safe room on the second floor..” Her words were cut off by a coughing fit, “We’ve cleared the droids already, so it should be safe for you.” 

“On it.” 

Navigating was difficult. The virus clouded everything in front of you, causing you to get turned around multiple times. The fact that you didn’t even know the layout of the lab didn’t help. You made one more turn and paused, through the infectious smoke, you could see the shape of two droids. They turned sharpy when they noticed you.

“Lifeform!” 

“Shoot it!” 

Fuck!

You dove back into the hall you just stepped out of as soon as they started shooting. One of the shots nicked the wall, causing sparks to startle you for a second. Your hand ghosted over your hip and you swore. You didn’t have your pistol, since this damn suit didn’t have a holster.

By whatever space gods existed you hated these fucking suits!

Your com beeped and Padme’s voice came through, “Doctor, we hear shooting. What's going on!?”

“You forgot two droids.” You answered over the noise, “And, admittedly, I don’t have my blaster.”

Less than a minute later, you heard more blaster fire and the telltale sound of droids clattering onto the ground. You peaked out of the corner, seeing the familiar shape of clone trooper armor through the haze. 

“Rex is on his way.” Ahsoka informed you belatedly, “I think…” 

You laughed softly, standing up, “Found him.” Disconnecting the call, you approached him and the other trooper, “I am so glad to see you.” 

“I wish I could say the same. What are you doing here!?” The captain snapped, “This virus is dangerous!”

His anger took you entirely off guard. First Anakin was an anxious mess, and now Rex was enraged. Emotions were clearly high on this mission…

“I know. But I have medicine.” You responded, keeping calm. You’ve been yelled at before. By patients and even other troopers. You could handle it. Even if it hurts for Rex to shout at you.

Rex’s shoulder slumped. He seemed to have caught himself in how he acted and quickly shifted back into his professional attitude, “I..right. Yes. the medicine.” 

The trooper behind him, Nere, you’ve recognized, began coughing and wheezing, leaning against the wall for support. Immediately, your hands reached into your pack and pulled out a small, portable oxygen tank. You got his helmet off and the mask over his mouth and nose within seconds. He gasped, putting his hands over yours to hold the small tank steady.

“Deep breaths.” You encouraged gently, “Keep breathing.”

It’ll only last a few minutes, but anything would help at this point.

Rex motioned for you to follow him down the hall, leading you to Padme, Ahsoka and the others. You got the trooper to lean against you as you followed the captain to the safe room.

Once inside, taking in the numbers, you got to work. Padme was the best out of everyone, so you’d have to treat her last. Rex was active enough to be walking around and even get the troopers in one part of the room, keeping them closer together. Ahsoka, based on the dark veins marking her orange skin, and earlier coughing, needed to be first. 

Jar-Jar….was Jar-Jar. He wasn’t infected at all. In fact, he was the only one other than you in a proper EVA suit.

Rex helped you get Nere to the ground. Once he was sitting against the wall, you stood and nodded to Ahsoka, “You first, Commander.” 

She seemed surprised, but moved to sit on one of the metal boxes that were stacked around the room. Once you were at her side, you opened your pack and began to get the medicine in order. As you focused, she raised her com to her mouth, “Master, why didn’t you tell us you were sending the Doctor down here?” 

After a second, Kenobi responded, “I knew Anakin forgot to do something.” 

The young Padawan rolled her eyes but didn't respond. She moved her face away and broke into a coughing fit. Luckily, you had another hand-held oxygen tank that you got gently over her face. 

As she held it and breathed, you started with the injections. Padme approached to watch you, the Senator looking at the syringes with slight interest, “What is the medicine supposed to do?” 

“The first injection is to boost the immune system,” You answered her as you worked, moving to the second needle, “This one, is to encourage oxygen to bind to blood cells.” Ahsoka nodded, also watching as you poked and prodded her arm. 

You carefully picked up the third and last injector, “And this is called a viral inhibitor, it works by slowing down the virus’ replication. But it won’t stop it indefinitely.” 

Senator Amidala looked grateful to you as you explained, “Thank you, for helping us.” 

“It’s my job to help people, Senator.” You returned her appreciative smile as you got a small patch to cover the needle marks on Ahsoka’s arm. 

“Hey, I already feel better.” the padawan perked up, “It's working.”

You stood and nodded, “Good.” Turning, you moved onto the others. Your work was swift and efficient. Each trooper gave you a ‘thanks doc’ as soon as you finished with them. 

However, you paused, kneeling by two of them. They were both still. The one on the left rested his head on the shoulder of his brother. At first, they looked asleep. But they’re stillness indicated they were dead.

“They didn’t make it.” Rex informed you sadly, “They were at the center of when the virus was released.” 

You had been too late. 

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, moving over to the Captain in order to treat him now. 

“What a waste…” Senator Amidala sighed, looking down sadly. 

“With all due respect, Senator,” The clone Captain spoke with politeness and professionalism, “It’s what they’re born to do.” 

That sentiment didn’t make her feel any better, “I hope their sacrifice brings us closer to peace.” 

“It will,” Ahsoka crossed her legs as she still sat on the metal crate, “We’ll bring peace to the galaxy.” She lowered her oxygen mask to talk before raising it again to breathe. 

“There,” Your eyes met Rex’s, “All done.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” he smirked softly, warmth and appreciation in his brown eyes.

Padme stepped up to you, “If we survive this, I’d like to buy you a cup of caf.”

You laughed softly, rolling up her sleeve to administer the medicine. 

Ahsoka was silent, watching Captain Rex. The clone hadn’t said a word when he sprinted from the safe room to help you. It actually startled her, seeing the normally level-headed trooper act so irrationally. 

Why would Rex…

The padawan leaned forward, eyes on him as he checked on the rest of the men. 

Why…

Her thoughts were interrupted by you, “Alright Senator, done. This medicine buys you time.” 

“How much time?” One of the troopers asked, finding the strength to stand up. Seems the treatment you brought also managed to bring back everyone's stamina. 

You sighed, “Honestly, with the Blue Shadow Virus, it could be hours to days. I’ve never dealt with this virus before. No one has in over a thousand years.” 

“We’ll have to make the most of the time we have,” Padme sounded determined, “We should permanently seal the lab.” 

“Not yet, we still have a plan.” You sounded confident, yet calm, “The lab's main equipment hadn’t been destroyed right? I need to get to it.” 

“What? Why?” Ahsoka stood, “We should destroy this stuff, make sure no one can do something like this ever again.”

Your eyes met hers steadily. Normally, you’d try to act professional, as she’s technically your superior, but when it comes to matters of health and medicine, well…

You outrank everyone.

Your explanation of the strategy was quick but detailed. You went step-by-step of what you and the Generals had planned. Your words took the tone of that of a competent doctor, as if explaining a procedure to quell a patient's anxiety. This was what you knew, and it was clear in how you broke down everything for those in the room. 

Without any other questions, Rex, Ahsoka and the other troopers led you to the main lab area. As you walked, you were already coming up with the protocol to break down all components of a virus. 

Your mentor suggested breaking the capsid, the protective protein shell. Though, destroying the envelope would also be effective. There was also disruption of ion channels. You had options. No matter how you did it, a dead virus was a dead virus. 

And there was plenty in the air you could use for analysis.

“We’re here.” Padme interrupted your thoughts, causing you to snap back into focus. 

Through the thick, never ending blue smoke, you could make out lab benches, bottles of chemicals and some equipment. You were riding on the assumption that Dr.Vindi would have the supplies and machinery to perform what you needed.

The unethical fucker engineered the virus. If he didn’t have the basic tools for protein analysis, you’d question how he managed to do all of this to begin with. 

With a nod, you took a breath and stepped forward. Your mind snapped into that of a scientist now. You fell back into the years of classes, lab work and research you did in order to become a doctor. The world around you tuned out as you worked.

You moved with practiced movements, stepping over broken droids as you practically danced through the lab. You collected some of the smoke in the air, closing it off in a test tube. As you put the sample in a centrifuge and turned the machine on, you began to collect chemicals that you could use. 

Wordlessly, you got to a table as you collected the supplies. Your steps stopped at a shelf and you tried to kneel to grab another bottle. However, the stiff suit was inhibiting your movements. 

“Doctor?” Padme approached, noticing your stalling. 

You swore under your breath before grabbing your helmet and ripping it off, “This damn suit!” Your throw was hard enough to crack the glass when you hurled the round thing against the wall. The suit slipped off your body, and you kicked it away before properly kneeling and grabbing the bottle of ethanol.

“What-!?”

“Couldn’t move in that damn thing!” You spat, “Always hated them.” Immediately, the foggy air hit your tongue, and you tasted iron. The air was thick, feeling more like dust rather than anything breathable. You had to suck it up though, ignoring how, if this didn’t work, you just sealed your own fate. 

Well, there were worse ways to die than surrounded by friends. 

“W-why!?” Rex practically followed you as you continued around the lab, “Now you’ll get sick like the rest of us!” He got in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I know. But if I can't move, I can’t work properly.” You pulled away and returned to the table with the chemicals. Your eyes were on your hands as you began to make reagents. After a minute the centrifuge stopped and you turned to grab your sample. Of course, in any other situation, you wouldn’t disregard safety. 

Afterall, you should be wearing proper gloves when working with some of these mixtures, but you didn’t have the time to dig around the lab for them. 

You poured one of the reagents into the tube with the virus and mixed them before putting them back in the centrifuge. 

Spin down the samples. 

Separate the proteins from viral debris.

Remove the liquid that contained the proteins you needed.

You were in your element. 

The entire process took a couple of hours. Once you had the proteins properly separated and prepared, you moved to the analysis machine and put the sample in. It would take some time for the equipment to read the proteins of the virus, but the process was moving along. 

Once the machine was running, you sighed and stepped back. After a breath, a cough forced its way past your lips. Right…the viral smoke. You were infected the moment you ripped off the EVA suit.

“Now we wait.” You looked at Rex who kept his eyes on you. He was standing straight, arms crossed. He seemed to have calmed down from you throwing yourself into the danger of the blue fog. 

“How long?” He asked, stepping over to you. He looked you over and frowned, “You’re starting to look pale.”

Well, you had less time than you thought. You glanced at your palms and flexed them, noticing the darkened veins. 

Damn, the Blue Shadow Virus works fast.

It never occurred to you that the virus could have worked much quicker when it was aerosolized. Judging by the way Ahsoka had begun to cough again, the medicine wasn’t as effective as you hoped as well. 

You turned to look at the analysis machine. It had beeped, and you read the results on the datapad attached to it. 

Bingo. 

Your com was on and to your lips without wasting a second, “General, I have the results. You’ll want to find something that contains anamitadine or risitine. That's the component that will break the virus’ capsid without poisoning us.”

Anakin’s voice came through, sounding relieved, “Thank you doctor!” he hung up, causing you to flinch slightly.

After a second, General Kenobi spoke through his own com, “We will speak with some of the scientists here in Theed. In the meantime, keep everyone as alive as possible.” 

“Will do, Generals.” You hung up the com and turned to Rex, “I suppose now we wait…” 

And wait you were forced to. Among those hours pacing and administering more medicine, you sat down, leaning against the wall. Ahsoka joined you on your left, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Hey Doc…?” The padawan spoke softly, clearly getting hit hard by the virus, “You're a good doctor.” she sounded tired. Fatigued and sleepy.

You looked at her, adjusting her position so she was more comfortable, “Thank you Ahsoka. You’re a good Jedi.” The poor girl was trembling slightly. She was clearly scared, being trapped and unable to do anything to save the people around her….

She was just a kid. A child who was forced to be a soldier. 

Padme sat down to your right, leaning her head against your other shoulder. Both of them were fatigued, remaining silent. 

Being as gentle and slow as you could, you made a call, “General. How’s the search for a cure?” Your sentence trailed as you started to cough. You’d give yourself some of those injections but you were running low. Everyone else needed them more than you. 

“Trying our best,” Obi-wan answered, “How's everyone else?”

You turned to look at both Padme and Ahsoka. Both of them had drifted to sleep. Good. they needed rest. Jar-Jar sat next to Senator Amidala, but kept space between him and her. He closed his eyes, intending to sleep as well, it seemed.

“Tired.” you croaked, “I don’t know how much time is left. I’ve run out of viral inhibitors.” 

“You need to hang on,” Anakin burst on the other end, “Please, you need to keep everyone alive.” 

You jerked, coughing into your palm before addressing the Generals, “I’m trying my best…just…hurry.” Your eyes looked up at Rex. He had regret written all over his face, but wordlessly, he sat down next to Ahsoka. The other troopers joined him. 

You learned from Hardcase that sometimes, after an extremely stressful mission, the clones will move their mattresses together and sleep in a pile. It was unknown to you if the drive for affection was a result of their upbringing or mandalorian DNA. Regardless, it was nice to know the men relied on each other so much. No one was ever truly alone.

“Vi Kelir oyacyir.” You whispered, causing Nere to look up at you. Even through the helmet you could tell he found comfort in your words.

“Vi Kelir.” He mumbled, laying his head on the lap of the other soldier.

At some point you had fallen asleep with the others. You drifted, wrapping an arm around Ahsoka to keep her close. Someone, Rex, interlocked his fingers with yours. Padme snuggled close into your side. 

For a second, you thought it was OK to die like this. 

Until you woke to a needle in your neck and an oxygen mask being shoved over your face. You jerked, ready to fight until you heard the voices of medical droids, “We are here to help you.”

“Get them all to the surface.” 

Medical droids… A rescue. 

The warmth of the pile you and the others had been in waned as everyone was pulled away and put onto hover stretchers. You turned your head, eyes open meeting Rex’s. He was pale, just like you and the others. Despite that, he gave you a tired smile. One you returned.

Generals Skywalker and Kenobi were just in time. 

As every one of you were carried from the underground lab, you tried to take in the state of everyone else. They were your patients. You had to make sure they were alright. However, the medical droid kept you down on the stretcher.

You only stopped trying to get up when you were outside and General Kenobi checked up on you while Skywalker was with Padme.

“Seems almost everyone made it out alive.” Obi-wan grinned as he complimented you, “Your skills are priceless Doctor. I’m not sure what we would have done without you.” He walked beside your stretcher as you were being loaded up into the LAAT to return to the venator, “Keep this up and I may steal you for my battalion. I’m sure the 212th can use your talents.” 

“Not a chance,” Anakin approached, putting a hand on your shoulder, “You saved them, Doctor. Thank you. Everyone will make a full recovery, all because of you.” 

You smiled despite the tiredness that was buried deep in your bones, “Happy to help, General.” you croaked, “I’m just glad the plan worked.” 

“Me too.” The brown-haired Jedi responded, “Padme could have…I mean, Ahsoka, Rex and Senator Amidala would have been lost without you.” His blue eyes weren’t looking at you, but at the senator loaded somewhere else on the LAAT.

Ah. Now it makes sense…

You reached up and put your hand on his, once he looked down, you spoke, “Don’t worry General. I made sure Senator Amidala and the others were safe.” You winked.

I know. And I won’t tell a soul.

He gave you a relieved smile.

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Hitting the “Shit baby— that’s it. Fuck me, sweet thing.” Bingo Sqaure

It’s the evening before Beau’s deployment to Germany and you’re in a hotel room off base giving him the ride of his life. Until now everything between you has been tender, loving but tonight it’s messy, raw. Your thighs straddle his hips, your palm coming to rest on his chest as you grip him so tightly it feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck sweet thang.” He drawls, his hands fastening on your waist as he thrusts up into you. “That’s it.”

Your hand slips up to his throat and he smiles that devil may care grin because his baby has a wildness in her tonight and he’s loving every second of it. You squeeze just enough to constrict his oxygen and it sends him through the stratosphere, hips arching, burying him even deeper as the ecstasy surges through his veins.

“Harder.” He murmurs, his voice rough as you increase the pressure just a little. “Give me something to think about when I’m fucking my hand in Germany.”

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[renkyrie]

What the fuck is this????

*taps mic* is this thing on?

Hi, imma be a bit slow getting things rolling, but at some point I'll find a rhythm. I won't be posting spoilers here though, so don't worry.

It's been a while since I've used Tumblr 👀

[hermitmoss]

Disability Pride flag + Star Wars

Image description: 7 panels toned in the colours of the disability pride flag, with text indicating their meanings, with backdrops of Disabled characters in Star Wars.

1: A black-toned panel that says "BLACK" and "commemoration + mourning". The pictures are of a community carrying out a funeral march for Maarva Andor, a Disabled leader and organiser, Hera Syndulla mourning Kanan Jarrus, her Blind spouse, and Poe Dameron mourning Leia Organa, a Disabled woman and leader.

2: A green-toned panel that says "GREEN" and "sensory disabilities". The pictures are of Kanan Jarrus and Chirrut Îmwe, both Blind people.

3: A blue-toned panel that says "BLUE" and "emotional + psychiatric disabilities". The pictures are of Obi-wan Kenobi and Reva Sevander, who both have mental health disabilities that include flashbacks, and of Leia Organa, whose actress was bipolar, and who described herself and Leia as being so similar it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

4: A gold-toned panel that says "GOLD" and "neurodiversity". The pictures are of Theron Shan, who has a different neurotype to the one he was expected to at birth, Hardcase, who has hyperactivity, and Yoda (who is also a mobility aid user) and Jedi younglings, who all have a different neurotype (Force-sensitivity) from the norm. In the picture of Yoda and the younglings, he is talking about how he values how their minds work differently from other peoples'.

5: A red-toned panel that says "RED" and "physical disabilities". The pictures are of Saw Gerrera, an amputee who uses supplementary oxygen and a staff as a mobility aid, Weazel, who has dwarfism, Luke Skywalker, an amputee, and Lando Calrissian, a cane user.

6: A white-toned panel that says "WHITE" and "invisible + undiagnosed [disabilities]". The pictures are of Finn, who was unaware of his neurodivergence for the first decades of his life, Cere Junda, who has trauma, and Greez Dritus, who has an addiction.

7: A black-toned panel that says "BLACK" and "rage, protest + rebellion". The pictures are of Chirrut Îmwe and Kanan Jarrus fighting in the Rebellion against the Galactic Empire, Reva Sevandar fighting against one of its enforcers, screaming in rage at somebody who traumatised her, Maarva Andor giving a posthumous speech encouraging rebellion, and Leia Organa giving orders to Rebellion fighters who are about to engage the Empire. /End.

[im-a-wonderling]

Rescue Me, Part 2 ~ Obi-Wan Kenobi

Dedicated to @sassysaxxy for quoting my own writing at me, showering me with compliments, and sending me your screams and other genuine reactions to my snippets. Your enthusiasm as a reader ignites my enthusiasm as a writer. I hope you enjoy this! 💗

Summary: Y/N is succeeding as Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawan, but who knew succeeding brought other kinds of difficulties with it?

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings: war

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I swiped at my forehead, wiping the moisture that had collected there away with my sleeve. Obi-Wan warned me about the thickness of Felucia’s climate, but I hadn’t realized this was how it felt to breathe in equal amounts of water vapor and actual air. I felt as though a mesh swatch had been implanted in the back of my throat, making me work twice as hard to gain half as much oxygen. 

All the Coruscant patricians spending hundreds of credits on expensive moisturizing hair and skin treatments just needed to visit here. 

Obi-Wan’s voice flowed through the comm in my ear. “We need more fire towards the east!” 

“Units C3 and 4, fire three clicks east!” I shouted over my shoulder. The brief telltale clatter of the artillery units calibrating behind me was nearly deafening. 

���Yes, sir!” two clones chorused. I twisted my neck slightly at the sound of it. All Jedi were called ‘sir’, but that didn’t mean I would ever get used to it. 

“How’s the view from up there?” Obi-Wan asked. 

“It’s stunning. Too bad you can’t see it.” His huff made me grin as I raised my binocs to my eyes, looking out at the southernmost front in some hope of catching sight of him. But the only thing I could see were the white flashes of clone armor and the streaking red and blue blaster bolts. “How’s the view from down there?”

“Clanky.”

Droids. 

“How many of them?” 

I heard the telltale sound of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber slicing through metal. “One less now,” he grunted. 

I sighed. “Only a few hundred thousand to go.”

The war continued to gnash its way through the galaxy, and few planets were as devastated as Felucia. Sparsely inhabited, the value of the planet came from nysillin. The Separatists and the Republic had been battling for months over control of the precious healing herb. My master and I had only been here for a few days to resolve the current standoff, but I was ready to leave the moment we were allowed to. 

Directly in front of the mountain I stood on was Master Plo Koon’s battalion, arguably the most important part. If the middle of the field was lost, the battle was lost. To the south was Obi-Wan’s battalion, steadily gaining ground, in no small part because of my master. 

The northern regiment, the smallest group of the three, was currently at a standstill. Commander Cody reported no action and no sightings of the Separatist forces, and so, that battalion was currently out of combat.

My position with the artillery gave me the perfect vantage point, not only of all three fronts, but of the village at my back, one of the only villages the Separatists hadn’t managed to pillage. It would stay that way, if the Republic had anything to say about it. 

My master’s voice crackled in my ear. “There’s more trying to cut through the mountains.”

“Unit B, two clicks to the south!” I relayed to the closest artillery gunman. 

“Yes, sir!” He immediately started punching in calculations for trajectory, and I preemptively clapped my hands over my ears to try and hear Obi-Wan’s next words. 

“When the droids fire up their backup generators-” My master’s voice garbled, becoming unintelligible amidst the horrid clatter from behind me.

“Repeat orders!” I requested, pushing my comm-link further into my ear in the hopes of hearing better. But instead of getting clearer, the words got softer and more garbled before completely cutting out.

“Obi-Wan?” No response. “Obi-Wan, can you hear me?!” No response.

I waved over at the comms technician. “I’ve lost Master Kenobi. Can you restore the connection?”

“Right away, sir.” The clone’s helmet tilted down as he started tapping on his screen. Then, his fingers stopped. “Uh…sir?”

My brow furrowed. “What’s the problem? Is the machine malfunctioning?” 

The helmet shook from side to side. “No, sir, it’s not the machine, it’s something external.”

“What about Master Koon? Can we reach him?”

“No, sir, I can’t locate any signals on any frequency, much less hone in on what they’re saying.”

“No other signals?” I said under my breath. Surveying the ground below me, I searched for any suspicious movement, anything that could resemble a jammer. But the battlefield resembled how it looked before with conflict on the central and southern fronts. Desperate, I panned to the north. My eyes caught sight of the glimmering of the shiny, gray armor of battle droids.

“Oh no.” I quickly adjusted the settings on my binocs and let out a gasp. 

Four clicks ahead of Commander Cody’s battalion, the Separatist AATs were charging. And because of the foliage, Commander Cody wouldn’t be able to see the tanks until they were already within range.

“Scrag!” I ripped the binocs from my eyes, breathing heavily as I stared out at the valley. 

“What’s going on?” one of the clones asked. 

I didn’t reply, still staring. What was I supposed to do? Communications were down. If Commander Cody’s unit was overcome, the Separatists could easily incapacitate the artillery before storming the village.

It’d be a massacre.

And they didn’t even appear to have a jammer with them.

The group marching on the front were still a few minutes away from firing distance, which meant I had a chance to act. How should I seize it? How could I seize it? I was here, with the artillery, removed from the battlefield. 

“Obi-Wan,” I said weakly into my comm, knowing he wouldn’t hear me. “What do I do?” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm down.

In the darkness, Obi-Wan’s wisdom came back to me.

From the Force were we formed and to the Force will we return, he once told me. Sitting cross-legged, his tone perfumed with his seemingly infinite patience, even as I struggled to master the elusive practice of meditation. The Force is your ally. Let it use you, and it will let you use it.

Sentiments that appeared contradictory, but instead formed a perfectly balanced harmony, like the Force itself.

The beginning and ending of all things.

I took in a deep breath, inhaling the humid air before breathing out, letting the cacophony of worries and what-ifs go.

I am here, I thought. 

And the Force answered.

“Commander Y/L/N?”

My eyes flew open to reveal a nervous looking clone.

“What is going on?”

“Communications are down, and there’s a massive force about to reach the 3rd regiment.”

“What are your orders, sir?”

“Fire two kilometers in front of the 3rd regiment’s line and keep firing!” I gave a strained smile. “You’ve just gotten a promotion, trooper.”

There was no path leading up or down the mountain. The artillery was only set up here after being transported by a slow carrier, and I wouldn’t be able to land that thing down on the field. A target that big would be shot down by the Separatists immediately. 

So I stepped right to the edge of the mountain, looking down below. 

I reached out with the Force, took a few shallow, bracing breaths, and jumped.

One of the clones let out a cheer, but the sound whipped away as I free-fell, gaining speed. The wind whipped past me in a roar, and my eyes watered so badly, I had to shut them.

Blindly, I reached out for the Force and felt its aura surrounding me, imparting soft comfort instead of hard, cold fear. The wind around me slowed. I suddenly felt as though I were floating instead of tumbling. I opened my eyes, and I could see the whole valley. 

A searing warning came, and I immediately tucked in my head, bent my arms and legs, and waited for impact.

My feet touched the ground, and I immediately rolled forward.

I stayed there for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I fought against the water vapor to catch my breath. 

Then, I took off running, ripping through the Felucian vegetation as I sprinted towards the northern front. 

No other planet I’d been to had plants which compared to the size of the ones on this one. The cyan pitcher plants, shaped like the bulb of a flower, stretched far above my head while long, wispy red growths bent and curled every which way. The dangling parts of the yellow plants made them seem like they dripped with sticky yellow syrup. The dull light from Felucia’s yellow sun was colored by the translucent nature of the plants, shining all manner of different hues around me. All the plants grew so fast, it was all the Republic forces could do to keep clear paths between battalions. If I hadn’t been on the mountain looking down at the battlefield a moment ago, I might’ve taken a wrong turn. As it was, I knew precisely which paths to take.

My heart raced when the white tents and equipment came into sight. I tore through the camp. “Where’s Commander Cody?” I asked the first clone I found. He wordlessly pointed, and I rushed in the provided direction. 

A helmetless Commander Cody stood above a projected map of the area, the very view I’d just seen from my position. The commander looked up, clearly surprised to see me. “Commander Y/L/N? What are you doing here?”

I skid to a stop. “I saw the Separatists moving on this position, they’ll be here any minute.” My own voice sounded so even, a marvel considering how out of breath I should’ve been. 

Commander Cody cursed. “That’s why the long range comms aren’t working.”

I nodded.

“We have to hold this line while Master Koon and Master Kenobi are informed and push their lines forward.” Cody turned to one of the clones standing beside him. “Take my speeder to inform Masters Koon and Kenobi of the situation!” The clone nodded and ran the direction I’d come. 

“How long until the troops can be deployed?” 

Commander Cody’s face went grim. “There’s only a platoon assigned to the front. The rest are sleeping or eating. The clankers will be here before I can get them ready.”

I started running towards the front. “I’ll buy you that time!” I called over my shoulder.

Subtly reaching out with the Force, I let the life forces of the clones ahead of me guide my path, and it was a good thing I did. 

The only reason I recognized the edge of the battlefield when I reached it was the gradual dwindle in the number of large pitcher plants, allowing for a slightly more unobstructed view ahead. Heart pounding, I dodged the ferns and giant mushrooms, waiting for the thick air to suddenly fill with blaster shots.

SCREECH!

That was my only warning before a shell screamed over my head. My heart dropped, because I knew I hadn’t reached the squad in time. 

“AATs ahead!” the voice of a clone yelled, and all hell broke loose.

The air filled with blaster shots, and I was surrounded by the high pitched whines following their discharge and the heat that followed them. I deflected as many shots as I was able, trying to reach the platoon. I spotted the camouflage helmet of a clone scout trooper and bounded towards it. 

“Where’s this fire coming from?!” one of the clones behind me cried from his defensive position. “We didn’t hear a warning!”

I managed to reach whom I assumed was the squad leader, an ARC trooper I recognized as being called Driver. “Commander Cody is rallying the troops now!” I shouted over the noises of combat. 

Driver gave a curt nod before crouching out from behind the pitcher plant to fire a few shots at the Separatists and then rolling back to safety.

I glanced around at the other clones I could sense, all valiantly returning fire. Nine clones and a Jedi had no hope of winning against the infantry corp that was bearing down on us, but we just needed to buy time.

Another shell barreled towards us, and I threw my hand out, diverting it into the trees. Sending a glare at the AAT that came so close to destroying the platoon, I deflected every blast I could. “Hold your ground!”

But it couldn’t last forever.

“Dank’s been hit!” one of the other squad members yelled.

Distracted, I looked behind me to see the white-clad body of a clone on the ground, not moving. Turning away to parry another shell, I reached behind me with the Force to feel Dank’s life.

I felt nothing.

And in that nothing, suddenly, everything slowed down.

A shell came hurtling towards me, slowly rotating in the air as it came closer and closer. With a yell, I threw out my hand, sending the shell back in the direction it’d come from. 

The explosion of an AAT made the corner of my mouth twitch up. Take that, I thought with satisfaction. 

“Engage!”

I dared a glance over my shoulder to see scores of clones running out of the foliage, taking cover behind the pitcher plants and returning fire.

Commander Cody joined me behind the pitcher plant I was using for cover. “Took you long enough!” I called over to him. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing my teasing. “Have either of the masters sent back word?” The commander shook his head, and my heart sank. To win this battle, it was imperative that the other two battalions pushed forward. Cody could hold the line, but he wouldn’t be capable of pushing the Separatists back. 

I ducked behind another pitcher plant, gripping my lightsaber in front of me as I panted for breath. “Obi-Wan,” I said quietly. “Where are you? Why aren’t you here?” I shut my eyes, tuning out the commotion around me.

I am here.

The Force rose up, the crackles of energy surrounding me.

Obi-Wan. I need Obi-Wan.

The answer was a grab of my consciousness. The Force dragging it at top speed, not bothering to weave through the trees and fighters. It was an odd sensation, to fly through solid things and feel only the energy that knit them together.

Then, I felt the light.

“Obi-Wan,” I breathed, my own voice sounding far away. “You need to attack.” The light didn’t react, and I knew he hadn’t felt me. Reaching out with my conscience, I prodded the light sharply. “Attack.”

Suddenly, I got ripped away, flying back to the confines of my own body. I opened my eyes, once again hearing the blasters firing.

Had he heard me?

I wasn't sure.

I peeked over the edge of the plant. The hundreds of droids were nearer, and with it, the crowd of AATs. I was about to turn away when an AAT in the middle caught my attention.  Standing with its top half outside the hatch of an AAT, was a droid, tapping onto a large, welded addition to the AAT.

It could’ve been anything, but I knew better. 

Eighty meters away, there it was.

If I were still with the artillery, I could order them to fire on that AAT, but I was in the battle, and my options were limited.

I scanned the field. The fighting was thick, but the foliage was thicker. With Cody holding up the rear, I might be able to sneak past the droids, get to the jammer, incapacitate it, and turn the tide of the battle.

I’d need back-up.

My eyes fell on Driver, and the plan started to form. “Driver!” I called. The ARC trooper turned, and I waved him over. “On me!” Without hesitation, I started on a zig-zag path, darting from cover to cover, never staying still enough to be a target. Driver and two other clones followed me.

It was harrowing, leaping from side-to-side, hoping that no droid would notice us before we got around. Finally, we got to the edge of the battlefield.

“What’s going on, sir?” Driver asked.

I peeked over the tree we hid behind. “We’re going to take out the AAT that's jamming our comms,” I told them breathlessly.

Driver and the other two clones exchanged looks, but none of them raised an objection. They nodded at me, and together, we snuck through the foliage, trying to keep the battlefield within sight, but remain unseen.

Finally, we reached as far as we needed. Maybe fifteen meters into the battlefield, and we’d reach the AAT.

I singled out the AAT with the welded addition. “That’s the one!” I shouted above the clamor on the battlefield. 

“Click,” Driver yelled, “you’re up! We’ll cover you!”

One of the clones nodded, his hand drifting to his belt where a number of dangerous looking items lay. He took off in a zig-zag jog, ducking around droids and staying low to the ground.

I watched him, my anticipation rising.

Click reached out to lay a hand on the AAT when suddenly his body contorted. I caught sight of a blaster mark in the center of his chestplate before he crumpled to the ground, unmoving.

Horror rose up in me, and with it, the distress of the two clones standing with me.

I shook my head. Time to do my job. My eyes shifted to the thermal detonator on Driver’s belt. 

“I need your detonator!” I hissed at Driver. 

Driver’s helmet shifted slightly, and I could feel the sense of duty that tugged at him. “Sir, I should be the one to–”

“Driver, now!”

Grabbing the detonator from his belt, he tossed it at me, and I caught it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sprinted into the battlefield, the air around me filling with red and blue blaster bolts alike. I didn’t check my surroundings to see if the droids or other AATs had noticed me, trusting the Force to warn me of an impending threat. 

I felt the blaster bolt before I saw it and ducked, the bolt whizzing over my head. I didn’t bother to look in the direction it’d come from, solely focused on my target. 

Finally, I reached the AAT and jumped onto it, throwing open the hatch door. Hitting the activation button, I dropped the detonator into the interior and slammed the hatch closed. 

I slid off the AAT as fast as I could. Dropping beside Click’s body, I hooked my arms underneath his armpits and yanked. 

Another clone appeared beside me. “Sir, we need to lea–”

The detonator blew. 

The vigor of the blast threw me backwards. I landed hard on my back, my head snapping back.

“–and do it now!”

I nearly cried with relief upon hearing my master’s voice through my comm. 

“They’re retreating!” said Commander Cody’s voice in my ear. “Push forward!”

I lifted my head up in time to see droids retreating…right in our direction.

The clone beside me let out a groan, and I caught sight of the bashed side of his helmet. I was on my feet in an instant, slinging his arm over my shoulder and practically dragging him with me. 

Driver ran from the tree, coming to the clone’s other side. 

Together, the three of us reached cover, just in time to hear the shouts of victory and aggression as the clone forces ran forward, chasing the Separatists away. 

Driver and I leaned the clone against the tree. I could sense his pain, which only increased my guilt. This clone had just been trying to get me to safety and ended up injured because of it. I was not going to let him die like the others. I crouched in front of him, reaching out to inspect his helmet. “What’s your name?” I asked softly. The clone didn’t respond; his arms were out to the sides, as if he were trying to balance himself. Resting a firm hand on his shoulder, I asked again. “Soldier, what’s your name?” 

“CT-7563.” Even through the modulator of his helmet, I could hear that he tripped over the numbers. 

My eyes flicked to Driver, who now kneeled beside me. “What’s his other name?”

“We call him Exit,” Driver answered. 

I grabbed both sides of the helmet, preparing to ease it off. “Okay, Exit, I’m going to take off your helmet so I can see your wound better.”

I could feel Exit’s hesitation, but when he raised no objection, I gently tugged on the helmet, pulling it off his head. 

The right side of Exit’s head was already swelling, and there was a nasty gash oozing blood into his buzzed hair. Exit blinked rapidly, and I wished I had a flashlight to check his pupillary response. But I didn’t have a flashlight; I didn’t even have a bandage to stop the bleeding.

I glanced around to see what was available to me, and my eyes fell on a red spotted plant—the very plant responsible for this skirmish. “Here,” I said. I delicately plucked a leaf. “Chew this, it’ll help.” 

Disoriented as he was, I didn’t expect Exit to hold up his hand. “I s-shouldnnn’t.” 

I threw him a stern look. “There’s more than enough to go around. Chew it.” Exit obediently put the plant in his mouth, and Driver knelt down to help him up. “Help him back to the FOB, will you?”

“Yes, Commander Y/N.”

Another clone joined them, and together, they brought their injured brother onto the battlefield, towards the camp. 

I stopped, crouching onto the ground to take a moment. As my adrenaline receded, the muscles of my neck started to ache from the detonator’s kickback. I could only hope for no more explosions in the near future. 

Click’s body still lay where I’d abandoned it, and the sight made my chest feel tight. 

“May the Force be with you,” I murmured under my breath as two clones walked up to their brother, rolling him onto a stretcher so they could carry him off to the field. Had he died on Coruscant, his body would be cremated. But I’d been in this war long enough to know his body was headed for a mass grave, marked only with the helmets that no longer had anyone to claim them.

The only funeral rites these warriors were likely to receive.

A hand patted my shoulder. “You did good,” Commander Cody said. Through the thicket of gruff and stern words, I could make out the undertone of pride. 

I sighed, knowing it was undeserved. “I deserted my post.” I reflexively tightened my grip on my lightsaber. “I was supposed to stay with the artillery.”

“You saw a problem no one else did, and you acted before it was too late.” Commander Cody glanced over at where the Separatists had been minutes ago. “Your leadership prevented the worst case scenario and turned it into a victory.”

I straightened. “We can only hope my master agrees.” 

“Padawan Y/N!”  Master Plo Koon approached. Normally, his presence was a calming one, but at that moment, I was unnerved by the inability to see his eyes.

“Master.” I bowed my head, ignoring the twinge from my neck muscles.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

“Thank you, master.”

Master Koon and Commander Cody started for the camp, sharing information on the battle as they went.

The sound of humming light filled my head, causing me to look up.

Obi-Wan walked straight towards me, dirt covering his grim face and unignited lightsaber clenched tightly in one hand as he crossed the field with his long, uninterrupted strides. He looked tired, but uninjured. 

I walked to meet him, a soft smile on my face. “In one piece, old man?”

Obi-Wan huffed. “Of course it would be too much to hope the Separatists might’ve goaded you into holding your tongue.”

“Well, they couldn’t goad me into holding onto my thermal detonator.” I grinned.

“Equally as explosive,” Obi-Wan muttered, shaking his head, but he couldn’t hide a small smile. “Come, we must go check on the village while the troops secure the field.” 

Obediently, I fell into step behind him. “How long do you think the Separatists will take to regroup?”

“No way to know,” Obi-Wan answered as we strode through the camp. “They took a hit today, but it’s just another step in the dance.”

I lowered my eyes somberly, the day’s victory coming into perspective. He was right, as always. In fact, I couldn’t think of a single time when Obi-Wan had been wrong about–

“Master Kenobi?” a voice from behind us said.

Commander Cody stood there, his arms folded in an imposing stance. 

“Yes, commander?” Obi-Wan asked. 

Commander Cody jerked his head to the right. “The village is that way.”

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling.

-

“Don’t put any weight on that leg, y’hear?” I said, playfully narrowing my eyes at the Felucian villager as I wrapped bandages around her wound.

She laughed, bending her long neck sheepishly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, let’s get you up.” I helped her shift to the end of the rickety cot in the med tent, hoisting her up onto her right leg.

“Thank you,” her husband told me, bowing his head as he reached his arm around his wife, helping her balance. 

“No problem,” I replied, watching the two of them hobble towards the mess tent to join the other villagers that had joined the Republic camp to receive some nourishment. Judging by the tightness around the villager’s eyes, she was still in pain, but her husband watched her with such tenderness, as if he was counting himself lucky to be nothing more than a crutch.

“How’d she get injured?”

I jumped, then relaxed when I recognized the voice as Obi-Wan’s. I’d been so focused on the villager, I hadn’t noticed the nearing of his light. “She got caught in a Separatist trap and nearly lost her foot. Unfortunately for her, the village still hasn’t found a shaman to replace the last one.” I walked over to the makeshift sanitizer, quickly cleaning my hands. “Honestly, she still might lose the foot if she’s not careful.”

When my statements were met only with silence, I glanced up at my master and caught sight of the calculation on his face. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. Shall we go eat?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He was thinking something, and he was thinking something about me. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He let out a little sigh, his mouth curling into a smile. “Seeing you acting as a healer. It’s…satisfying.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks. “Well, don’t go getting any ideas about jumping in a Rathtar den again, ‘cause I’m not patching you up this time.”

Obi-Wan laughed easily, clearly aware that I would patch him up every time he needed it regardless of my complaining. “C’mon, let’s go eat.” 

Perhaps when the clone wars ended, there would be things I missed. I would miss getting to explore new planets and meet new people. I would miss the demands of battle, whether it demanded more energy where there was none or ingenuity in the face of stress.

I would not, however, miss the rations.

I popped another sweet energy cube into my mouth, chewing it and trying not to grimace. 

Opposite me, Obi-Wan was staring at the cube in his palm with great distaste. The delighted cry of a child filled the air, and a stampede of them started to run past in the strange waddling way of Felucians. 

Obi-Wan slyly reached out to them, allowing one of the children to pluck the cube off his palm and into her mouth with a grin. 

I sent him a sideways glance as the children ran out of the mess tent. “You’re going to go hungry.” 

Obi-Wan conspiratorially lowered his voice. “Better an empty stomach than a stomach with that stuff inside it.”

I snorted. “I’ve fought on an empty stomach. Trust me, it’s no good.”

Obi-Wan’s face fell. “Krell?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to, Obi-Wan already knew more than I’d ever meant for him to know. Instead of dredging up the past, I looked down at my plate. "Agh," I blurted at the burst of pain that ran up my neck.

Obi-Wan tensed. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no." I rubbed at the sore spot. "Caught the wrong end of an explosion and earned myself some whiplash."

"I think I saw some cream in the med tent." Obi-Wan started to get up, but I grabbed his arm.

"I'm fine."

Obi-Wan didn't ask me if I was sure, he simply fixed me with his classic I-know-better-than-you look.

"It'll clear up on it's own," I insisted. "Save the supplies for the clones and the villagers."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth.

“Are you ready, Master Kenobi?” Master Koon approached our table. “The council is waiting.”

My master threw me another look and then got to his feet. “Yes, Master Koon.”

“Your padawan will have much to tell us,” Master Koon said. 

I shot upright in my seat. “What?” I looked at Obi-Wan, hoping he would provide me with insight, but he was staring at Mast Koon as well, a slightly wary expression on his face. His Force light was flickering with uncertainty.

“What am I telling?” I asked Master Koon.

“We will want to speak of your actions today,” Master Koon replied, seeming absolutely calm. 

My…actions?

An uncomfortable tension settled in my stomach, and the souring of the previously sweet energy cubes made me wish I’d followed my master’s example and refrained from eating. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Master Kenobi.” Master Koon left us, walking towards the erected tent for the council meeting.

Obi-Wan didn’t move for a moment. He kept his eyes on Master Koon’s retreating back, but I could feel the buzzing surrounding us, like the Force was flocking to my master. Whatever he was thinking, the Force was drawn to it. 

Obi-Wan started walking towards the tent, not sparing me another glance as he left me alone in my panic.

If Master Koon thought my actions deserved a place in a council meeting…perhaps my desertion of my post in the battle was a bigger deal than I thought. 

Of course it was. What had I been thinking? I must’ve been possessed by some maverick spirit, urging me to leap into battle without instruction from my superiors. Perhaps the spirit of Skywalker, I thought nervously to myself, except I don’t have the role of the Chosen One to cushion my fall. 

Now I was to defend my actions in front of the council? Not once in all my appearances before the Jedi council had they asked me to speak. Every time, I stood in Krell or Kenobi’s shadow, keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself. 

The longer I waited to be summoned, the greater the buzzing of the light grew. Only Master Koon and Obi-Wan were physically inside the tent. If the Force gathered around any of the other members, I wouldn’t be able to feel it, not this far away from Coruscant. What could the council be discussing that would send Obi-Wan into such a flutter?

After what felt like ages, Obi-Wan poked his head outside of the tent, making eye contact with me. 

I sucked in a breath, slowly rising to my feet.

But then Obi-Wan’s eyes moved to something behind me. “Commander Cody, the council wishes to speak with you.”

Commander Cody appeared as aghast as I felt. “As the council wishes,” he said finally. He got up from his chair, shooting me a look before ducking into the tent. I stared at the tent flap. Why did they want to speak to Cody? Was it simply for a report on the battle? Or were they asking Cody to give a report about me? 

Altogether too soon for my tastes, the tent flapped opened as Commander Cody came out. I searched for something in his face to clue me into what he’d said about me, but his stoic face revealed nothing.

“Y/N.” My master stood, holding the tent flap open. “We’re ready for you.” I stayed where I was, trying to read his face, but the words there were in Shyriiwook. 

“Hells,” I muttered. “Here comes the heavy weather.” After lingering a moment to lift my chin high, I walked inside the tent.

Master Koon stood off to one side while Obi-Wan moved to stand at the other. In between them, life-sized holograms of each member of the Jedi Council was projected. With the glitching and imprecision of the transmissions, it was impossible to tell what expressions they wore. 

“Padawan Y/N,” Master Windu began, ��the 3rd Regiment went into conflict under your discretion, correct?”

Aware of Master Windu’s deep distaste for excuses, I erred on the side of brevity. “Yes.”

“And you joined them once the comms went out?”

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell us why?”

“When the comms went out, I surveyed the battlefield with binocs, and I spotted the enemy making a move towards the 3rd Regiment in force. Knowing they weren’t expecting conflict and being unable to communicate with them, I left orders for the artillery to fire upon their position while I got to the line as quickly as I could.”

Master Fisto tilted his head. “Commander Cody informed us you arrived on foot.”

It wasn’t a question, and yet there was still a suspicious silence. “I…looked for a speeder of some sort, but the only ship with the artillery was the command platform, and I wouldn’t be able to land that by the front without it getting shot down.”

“How did you get down off the mountain?” Master Windu asked.

“I jumped.”

The humming of the light dissipated for a moment, and it took everything in me to keep my focus on Master Windu. 

Master Windu cleared his throat. “So once you…jumped…and you reached the northern front, then you took control of the regiment?”

I hesitated. “No.”

“No?” Master Tiin asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

Sweat gathered on my palms. “I told Commander Cody of the oncoming fighters, and once a messenger was sent to Master Koon and Master Kenobi, I went to the front line to buy enough time for the regiment to deploy.” A few of the masters glanced over at each other, and I couldn’t keep quiet. “I didn’t give Commander Cody orders. I informed him of the situation and gave him the time he needed to rally his troops.”

“But you did take three clones with you to bring down the jammer.”

“Yes.”

“And you brought it down how exactly?” 

I swallowed hard. “A thermal detonator.”

“Why didn’t you go to Master Koon or Master Kenobi directly when the comms went out?” Master Mundi asked. 

I hesitated. It felt like a trick question, but it was impossible to know what the masters wanted me to say, so I opted for the truth. “Protecting the village was the most important. That’s why the Republic is here, to defend life. There was very little time, so I trusted my–”

Gut, I very nearly said, but Jedi didn’t make decisions on gut feelings. 

“I trusted my training.”

No one spoke, and a skittish feeling scratched at the walls of my stomach. To stand in front of the most powerful Jedis while none of them spoke? How royally had I screwed up?

“Impressive,” Master Yoda muttered, stroking his chin. “Impressive, very.”

…impressive? 

Did he speak of my disobedience? Were my actions a kind of wrong of epic proportions, it was impressive someone could have behaved so poorly?

My hands started shaking. 

“Padawan Y/N, have you started preparing for your trials?” Master Unduli asked. 

“Yes,” I said hesitantly, unsure of where the question was leading. “I’ve been studying for months.” A strange, shuddering pulse of light shot through the Force like a bolt of lightning, and I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at my master. His stony face offered no insight. 

“I don’t think you’ll be studying for your trials much longer,” Master Unduli said.

Desperation rocked through my core. I knew it, I thought. Abandoning my post would get me kicked out of the Jedi Order.

“The way I see it,” Master Unduli said, looking over at Master Windu beside him, “Padawan Y/N acted as a Jedi Knight in this situation and turned the tide of the battle.” My mouth fell open as murmurs of agreement rippled through the tent. I quickly closed it, hoping none of the masters had noticed it.

“We commend you on your quick thinking and serenity under pressure,” Master Windu said.

Commend? Serenity? I hardly dared to believe it. “Thank you, masters.”

“The jogan doesn’t roll far from the vine, eh, Master Kenobi?” Master Fisto asked, and appreciative chuckles rippled through the room. Not even my years of strength and endurance training kept me from smiling. They were comparing me to Obi-Wan? That was surely one of the highest compliments in the galaxy.

Aching to see the approval on my master’s face, I dared a peek at him.

But instead of a beam of pride, Obi-Wan’s brows were furrowed and his lips downturned. My stomach flipped. Was he displeased with me?

“We’ll be keeping our eyes on you, Padawan Y/N,” Master Mundi said, drawing my attention once more. “As for right now, you are dismissed.”

“Yes, master, thank you, master.” I bowed low and left the tent, leaving Obi-Wan and Master Koon to finish up their business with the council. Once the tent flap closed behind me, I breathed in the heavy air, trying to process what had just happened.

“Well?” Commander Cody asked from his chair, helmet off and eyebrows raised. “What did they say?” 

“They’re pleased with me,” I answered, surprised by my own words. “They commended me.”

Commander Cody rose from his seat to clap me on the shoulder, celebrating with me in his own grisly way: without saying a word. No reassurances or comments.

“I thought they were going to kick me out of the Order,” I confessed. “Or give me some consequence, not…not tell me I did well.” I smiled at Cody. “But they did.”

Cody went back to his chair. “I’m sure your master is very proud.”

I stopped.

Obi-Wan didn’t seem proud. In fact, he hadn’t said a single thing about the battle. If I’d done something right, Obi-Wan would’ve given a quick affirmation before we went to the village. If I’d done something wrong, we would’ve been knee-deep in a lecture instead of spending time with the children. But Obi-Wan hadn’t done either. If I didn’t do anything right and I didn’t do anything wrong…then what had I done?

Was the Jedi council being generous in their commendation? 

No.

The Jedi Council showing kindness to me had never been much of a priority before, so they must’ve meant it. 

Why was it, then, that Master Windu of all people praised me, and Obi-Wan hadn’t even smiled? Was Obi-Wan simply withholding his pride to save it for the right time? Or did he disagree with the other masters? Did Obi-Wan believe that I’d acted rashly and deserved to be scolded for my disobedience?

I felt weirdly jittery, as though my bones were shaking underneath my skin.

“Safe travels, Master Kenobi,” Master Koon said as he and my master came out of the tent behind me. “May the Force be with you.”

“And with you,” Obi-Wan replied. 

With a nod in my direction, Master Koon walked off in the direction of the mess tent, and Obi-wan brushed past me to walk in Commander Cody’s direction.

I caught up to Obi-Wan. “We’re leaving? 

“The council is pulling us out,” he said, not bothering to look over his shoulder at me. “The Separatists have pulled back, and the Felucian platoons can advance without us here. Master Koon will remain to supervise until this heats up again.”

Dreams of Coruscant filled my mind. The tall buildings, the tempered weather, the crowds. “Are we returning to the temple?” I asked hopefully.

“No, they're assigning us to a diplomatic mission.”

“Diplomatic mission?” I echoed, coming to a stop. I’d never been on one. They were rare these days, and in the days when they’d been common, Master Krell would most certainly not have been the council’s first choice to go, which meant I wouldn’t have been either.

Obi-Wan, the great Negotiator, would be. 

My master and Cody exchanged quick words.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Obi-Wan said, his every word clipped.

There was no point in telling me to gather my stuff; the only things I possessed with the robes on my body and the lightsaber at my belt.

Cody flicked two fingers out from his forehead in a tiny salute. “See you later, kid.”

“Next time you see me,” I said with a smile, “I might be a Jedi Knight.”

“About time,” he said gruffly.

I could’ve hugged him for his words, and I stood for a moment, debating doing so.

“Y/N,” said a firm voice behind me.

Ducking my head, I followed Obi-Wan towards the rudimentary spaceport. His light was casting uncertain shadows through the Force. I tilted my head, honing in on the flickers, but the nearer I got to it, the more light skittered away from me.

How strange that I'd felt him as clear as day across a battlefield, but now I couldn't when I walked beside him.

When we reached the ship, I wordlessly went to the cockpit, preparing to take off. According to the rumors, Obi-Wan was an excellent pilot, but I only saw him occupy the pilot’s chair when we were under fire. If we were simply navigating from one planet to another, he left the piloting to me.

“Where are we going, Master?” I called behind me.

“To Taris, in the Outer Rim.”

Taris.

A planet of overgrown swamps and yellow smog that choked the atmosphere. And if we were headed there for a negotiation, we were headed to the far side, where all the wealthy lived. 

Fantastic.

-

The ship’s engine hummed as it hurtled through lightspeed. 

I settled myself on the floor, ducking my head to catch sight of what I needed in the mirror I’d propped up against the wall. I lifted the pair of scissors in my head, grabbing a section of hair.

“What are you doing?” 

Obi-Wan stared down at me, the grime gone from his face. He must’ve washed it.

“My hair’s too long, so…I’m cutting it.” 

A strange heaviness shot through the Force, as if Obi-Wan’s light had tumbled to the ground with a loud and hollow thunk. Before I could try to reach the light, Obi-Wan turned away from me.

His Force signature was confusing me left and right today. The exorbitant turmoil I felt through the Force seemed disproportionate to the lack of words coming out of his mouth. Usually when I sensed this much distress in him, we dialogued about it.

Perhaps the issue now wasn’t with him, but with me. As the battlefield on Felucia had shown, sometimes the receiver was a problem just as much as the transmitter. 

I shook my head softly, raising the scissors again to make the first cut.

“You’ve been my padawan for less than six months,” Obi-wan said suddenly, nearly making me jump out of my skin. He stood above me again, his lips pursed. 

Why was he mentioning our timeline? “I’m sorry?”

“I didn’t realize,” he said, the words curt, “that you were studying to take the trials.”

“Oh.” I looked away, my scissors hovering uncertainty as I tried to decide whether to go ahead with cutting or put them down. “Well, I’ve been a padawan for years.” Obi-Wan said nothing. I shifted to face him, gripping the scissors in my lap. “I’m twenty-two. Everyone I trained with as a youngling has passed their trials already, and some of them even have padawans of their own now.”

“Right,” came Obi-Wan’s unenthusiastic reply. 

“Do you think I’m not prepared?” I asked worriedly.

“No, no!” he burst out. “I mean, yes, you are, you’re capable, to be sure.” He scratched his chin. “I guess I thought I had more time…” he trailed off, his expression troubled. “More time to…to teach you, to help you…improve.”

“What do I need improvement on?” He didn’t answer, sending my anxiety through the roof. I got to my feet, abandoning the scissors on the floor. Obi-Wan took a step back so as to keep us from colliding. “If there’s something I should be working on, something that would hold me back, I would like to know.”

“There’s…” He paused, his eyes darting all over my face. Why did he seem so…uncertain?

Then it dawned on me, the reason he was reluctant to speak. I crossed my arms, trying to hold the pieces of myself together through the implosion of disappointment. “It’s because of Master Krell, isn’t it? No one wants me to pass the trials because no one trusts me.”

“That’s not true,” Obi-Wan said sharply.

“It’s because of what I did with the regiment, then. I should’ve found some way to contact you first."

“Y/N-”

“Or maybe it’s my combat skills, I know I’m not the best fighter–”

“Y/N!”

I bit my lip, keeping the flood of words from bursting forth. 

With the opposite problem, Obi-Wan didn’t form any words, didn’t move. He just…examined me.

“Why am I not ready?” I asked, slowly and clearly.

“It’s…you’re…I think…” Obi-Wan visibly wrestled with the words coming out of his mouth, seemingly unsure of which sentiment to land on. Finally, he let out a large sigh. “You’ll be a good Jedi Knight.”

I blinked. That was not the answer I was expecting, nor was it a true answer to my question. When Obi-Wan minced words like this, he minced with great care. So what was the hidden meaning, the intent hiding behind his words?

Obi-Wan shuffled towards the cockpit, leaving me alone with the burgeoning company of my thoughts.

He had doubts. He must’ve, for why else would the echoes of his thoughts fall so heavy?

It was strange. Obi-Wan fought for me, fought to overpower my reputation within the Order and establish me as a true Jedi. The council had always been skeptical, and it hadn’t hindered him one bit. In fact, it seemed to spur him on. 

Now I’d received affirmation from the council, yet Obi-Wan had doubts?

I returned to my reflection, trying to resume my planned activity. But my hands were shaking so much, I couldn’t hold the scissors straight. Every time I worked up the courage to make a cut, the scissors faltered.

-

Part 3

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[lothcatthree]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I was tagged by uhhhh @halfwaytoknowhere @forloveofcodywan @loverboy-havocboy @ithillia and we are all ignoring how they were days ago.... thank you all <3

here have some codywan from the 5+1 for the uni au in which obi wan plows through all the Fett brothers. the working title is "LawnmObi-Wan Kenobi"

uhhh it's a bit nsfw and omegaverse so scram if that's not your thing (affectionate)

Cody’s eyes drop to Obi-Wan’s lips and when he speaks again, there’s a tenor to his voice that only alphas carry, “I’ve always been a man of action. Not words.”  Obi-Wan has to swallow back the instinctual whine and he feels warmth pool between his legs. Cody’s breaths are even despite the way his eyes jump and dance between two points on Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan who is, inconveniently, having a hard time remembering how to use his lungs. But alas, the lack of oxygen allows his brain to make some flimsy calculations that all seem to result in one answer: Fuck it. 

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[incorrectclonewarsquotes]

Rex: Why is Anakin holding a plant?

Cody: Kenobi's making him carry it around all the oxygen he's wasting.

Rex: Is it working

Obi-Wan: No.

[the-starry-seas]

I was talking about Oxygen yesterday and came up with some lore things

He's always been a dual wielder, both with blasters and knives. He finds melee weapons very interesting and is annoyed by the fact that they're antiquated and irrevelant on GAR battlefields. Obi-Wan teaches him some lightsaber forms and he's not Force sensitive but he's very into it. He finds a pair of lightsabers on the black market and just steals them, what are they going to do about it? He redoes the hilts to match and thinks they're very fun.

He's obviously always been different from the other clones, so he's chill with leaving his squad behind to hang out with Obi-Wan. He wants them to end up happy but he's not going super out of his way to achieve it. They go their separate ways after the GAR gets broken up and he's not feeling abandoned about it. They're grown men, they're fine doing their own thing. Obi-Wan asks a lot of questions about "are you sure you don't want them to come with you" and "do you feel lonely" and "we can have them visit all the time" and Oxygen is lowkey like "would you cut it out you're weird". He doesn't say it but Obi-Wan picks up on it and doesn't bother him too much once he puts things together.

Him and Cody are very much neutral about each other. Like two cats being introduced for the first time. They warm up to each other eventually but Oxygen is not at all the sort to be like "oh you're hooking up with my genetic donor so we should be nice to each other". Him and Obi-Wan are also on neutral terms (on Oxygen's side). They're strangers and he has no connection to them! He just wants to be a soldier! Let him be! The only reason he actually has anything to do with Obi-Wan (not that he'd admit it) is that he lowkey always wanted his own clone and technically now he has one. Nobody can be more like him than Obi-Wan, y'know? And then Obi-Wan is charming and kind and Oxygen is all "oh no I'm getting attached".

He feels weird about it because he spent months doing the whole "we are NOT friends do NOT perceive me" but now "what if they perceived me and were nice to me". Cody saw this coming from a mile away because he assumes that everyone likes Obi-Wan a lot. He started a betting pool with the rest of the 212th about how long it would take and he was right on the money and is very smug about raking in all those favours (clones bet in favours instead of money).

He develops a taste for dark chocolate, the stuff that's like 90% cacao and therefore rather bitter. People flirt with him a lot and he's always 'I think the fuck not' because why are you paying attention to him you simply must quit that shit immediately. He hates being alone so he tags along to all Obi-Wan's meetings and learns a lot along the way. Otherwise he sits in some of the busy areas of the cities and gets into the habit of carving the pigeons and squirrels he sees around the fountains. He leaves them on the rim of the fountain so whoever wants one can take one.

Oxygen assumed he wouldn't find the face-sharing thing weird because he grew up in a cloning facility and is used to the idea of clones. But then he actually met Obi-Wan and was like hmmm no I don't like that. But they get used to it eventually, cause it's not like they can't LOL

Oxygen doesn't have the beard so people can tell them apart easily. Anakin is deeply weirded out at the beginning, he doesn't care for any of this shit. Plus he's got issues about Obi-Wan paying so much attention to someone else instead of him but he doesn't ilke, mention them. Mr Never Says Shit. He never gets used to Obi Jr walking around but he eventually gets slightly less weird about it.

Sometimes he pretends to be Obi-Wan (his accent is intentionally horrible). Most people let him get away with it because it amuses them and they're glad he's joking around with them. Cody never likes it and acts like a cat with all its fur fluffed out, they're identical in so many ways and he approves of their similarities.

He has a habit of sharing his lunch with stray dogs but he never brings them home because like. What is he gonna do with so many dogs. He helps get a lot of them adopted though! He also teaches a family friend's parrot to yell peoples' names in Obi-Wan's accent (perfect this time) and Cody never truly forgives him for how much it startles him every time.

Also he doesn't want to have a pet because he doesn't want to be responsible for keeping them alive. But that concern does not extend to plants and he has a pachyphytum type succulent in his bedroom because Obi-Wan said it would be good for him. He doubts that it's actually like, beneficial, but it's not awful? So he keeps it.

Obi-Wan would offer Oxygen the plants that he inherited from Qui-Gon but would turn him down. The plants seem to have Emotional Significance and he doesn't wanna see what happens if he accidentally kills one. Also he's not sure he wants more than one plant because he doesn't think two are more useful than one? Do they do things? I think he'd accept it if Obi-Wan got him a flytrap plant though, he thinks it's cool when plants actually do things.

He'd like having a small-ish droid around the house. Put a solar panel on top so it's self-charging and he doesn't have to worry about it 🤔 One of these little dudes, a rolo droid! He's painted 212th gold instead of green.

[impossibleprincess35]

Just rewatched this episode last night and this is the best way to explain the Satine and Bo-Katan dynamic as it exists in "Asphodel."

The scene I'm referring to is below the cut. (Curse words, FYI.)

[Excerpt from chapter 51 - "Damage Control"]

The sisters looked at each other, silent for a moment as though they were weighing one another’s mettle.

Satine finally broke through the silence and insisted, “I will not fight.”

Bo squinted in disgust.

“Not in the way you fight,” Satine added.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bo asked.

“You will not manipulate me or guilt me into forsaking my ideology,” Satine articulated as she pointed her long, thin index finger in her sister’s direction. “Your people don’t trust me? Good, because I don’t trust them, either. If you want to fix this mess that you’ve made, you need to summon the courage to go to them and plead your case.”

Frustration made Bo-Katan’s voice crack as she replied in a frenzy, “And what are you going to do?”

Satine recoiled just as visibly as her sister had done earlier, blinking at the audacity she had to ask her such a thing. When she found the words to speak, she practically spit them out like venom as she answered, “I’ll spend my days fucking the Jetii for all it matters,” and she managed not to cringe at the vulgarity of her answer.

“You have work to do, little sister, and if you manage to orchestrate a united front of your terrorist friends, then we’ll talk about what I will do,” Satine continued.

Before Bo-Katan could rise to her feet, Satine hurried to hers and turned to snatch the empty martini glass up with her hand. She muttered loudly enough for her sister to hear her, “Who would have thought that Death Watch would scatter like roaches to all corners of the system? I find it wildly entertaining that for all the loyalty that required carrying out such an egregious attack on Sundari, you all have shown yourselves to be selfish and cowardly.”

The sisters found themselves face to face when Bo-Katan rose up, clutching her helmet at her side, and although Satine towered over her by a few inches, even she could see that her sister was a formidable foe.

“The armor your Jetii stole, I need it back,” Bo growled as her nostrils flared and she glared at her older counterpart. “It belongs with his family and they want it, since his body went up in flames with that death trap of a ship Kenobi arrived in.”

Satine held a stern look as she replied, “I’ll send along the request.”

“Is that all?” Bo-Katan audaciously asked.

“What do you expect me to do?” Satine snapped back with fire in her voice.

Bo-Katan was torn between anger and a pathological need to please someone in charge, and her sister was the closest thing she had at the moment to a leader. The sudden taste of bile came to her, but she swallowed back her pride and leaned into that desire to prove herself.

Her angry eyes lowered and she nodded.

“I’ll get in touch with my contacts and see what I can arrange,” she said obediently, though begrudgingly.

Satine glared as her fingers gripped the stem of the glass dangerously. Her anger was palpable, but she noticed how her sister responded submissively to a harsh talking to, and she decided it was a suitable strategy for dealing with her - at least until she knew her better, until Bo-Katan opened up to her and helped her understand the life they’d missed out on.

“Good. When you have a bit of might behind you, then we’ll talk about what we do next,” Satine said flippantly, raising her chin to look down the slope of her nose at the girl.

Bo-Katan nodded. “I will.”

“Now, go, get out of here,” Satine ordered, angling her head in the direction of the path that led back out of the Outlander Club, and then she turned away to dismiss her sister in a manner she would find easy to comprehend and obey.

The younger Kryze sister responded as though it was a reflex with a nod before she pulled on her helmet. The oxygenation seal activated, and as the interior screen of the T-visor came to life, her sister walked towards the bar where Caepo Goss was nursing a beer and Bo took a deep breath, tasting the sterile air inside her buy’ce.

She had her orders.

(from this chapter on Ao3)

[havocdream]

Unheard and Unseen - Eleven

Summary: Two months after their departure from Coruscant as bodyguards, Clone Force 99 is tasked with an urgent rescue mission. Vintra meets alone with a Separatist Senator.

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Treason | Mentions of war | Mentions of firearms trafficking | Slight mention of a panic attack | Threats | Misogynist comments | Insults | Mentions of kidnapping

Notes at the end of chapter

Chapter ten -> A world alive

Masterlist

A tyrant's victory

Two months later

The lush planet of Taerra wasn’t only home to one of the most amazing ecosystems in the historical records of the Republic, it was also the main supplier of life to the most important star in the galaxy: Coruscant, the galactic capital. A world whose surface was ruled by an impressive urban and technological development that had ended the growth of any natural habitat, and that for a time meant an extreme survival crisis for its citizens.   

It was the price that the most powerful of the planets had to pay, because thanks to it, no other system in the galaxy would reach the economic or cultural capital to dare to challenge in authority the Great World of Coruscant. It was an unrepeatable case for history, for it wasn’t easy for an entire world to sacrifice all its natural resources in the name of industrialization; and, even if they did, nothing assured them to get the capital of Coruscant to be able to invest billions of credits in the manipulation of technologies and methods to produce the gases, chemicals and elements necessary to sustain the life of millions of living beings.   

That was why Taerra, with its tall, sturdy and healthy trees, was one of the vital planets for Coruscant. The oxygen emissions provided by its forests were enough to feed hundreds of worlds in the galaxy, it was a paradise of life that served as a lifeline for species on countless occasions, but had never developed intelligent life. Coruscant was the sole owner of this forested star, though bounded by ancient and severe laws that restrained it from encroaching or extracting more than necessary from the planet, so that its resources would always be sufficient. It could be said that without Taerra, millions of years of history and billions of species on Coruscant would perish for lack of pure oxygen.   

So, when the army's intelligence network relayed a distressing report that the Taerra barrier, which blocked any outsiders from entering the planet, had been compromised by droid armies, and that a team of Separatist warlords laid siege to the Republic's main oxygen extraction point, it came as no surprise to Clone Force 99 to be immediately dispatched to the planet to counter the threat. And since there were no specifics about the type of neutralization to be employed, the unit's sergeant understood that he was allowed to act at discretion.   

The expedition was estimated to take about fifteen days, as the enemy had set up an impenetrable defense from every angle according to the maps drawn by allied scouting forces. At the Operations Center, the outcome of the mission had hundreds of agents, generals and officers so on edge that many didn’t know if they’d survive the restlessness for so long. Nor was success assured, and there was a chance that the most important planet for the Republic would be deprived of oxygen.   

However, on the third day of the expedition they received a transmission from the leader of the defective clone squadron, with news that stunned all personnel.   

“We’ve regained control of the planet. The enemy's posts have been destabilized or destroyed, we took care of eliminating all their troops, and the five overlords were captured and prepared on a reinforced transport bound for Coruscant for prosecution.... However, all five of them were hiding an electro capsule in their mouths, which they activated shortly after being apprehended. They’re all dead.”   

On the other side of the hologram transmission, Jedi Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto and Plo Koon were monitoring the unfolding of the mission from their current posts on different fronts of the war, alert to the need for their services in case it went wrong and the clones needed reinforcements. Though it would be the first time such a thing had happened.   

“Splendid work, Sergeant, as usual from your squad,” the Nautolan complimented, a welcome expression gracing his face despite the grim news, able to take it as a tragedy, but also as a relief that the most sinister danger to the Republic was put behind. “Emergency teams have already been dispatched to Taerra to reinforce its deflector barrier,” confirmed the tall master, in charge of Taerra's protection committee for that situation.  

“Very well, I’ll brief the Senate on the results of this operation. Although this crisis is likely to spark intense discussion; Senator Burtoni will finally have the perfect argument for approval of the production of her additional five million clones,” General Plo Koon mused as he brought one of his hands to his jaw. His posture evidenced concern. “It is a shame that the criminals took their own lives, we had so many doubts about the nature of this attack...its mysterious purpose will now remain in the shadows, along with the many unusual tactics that have been raised of late in sporadic locations throughout the galaxy,” he added as a warning to those present. Hunter agreed with him, their last few missions had been strange, trails of suicide teams at key points for the Republic as desperate measures to bring it down once and for all, but each with the noisy question mark of how they’d managed to break through both the ranks and barriers of an impenetrable military formation of the Grand Army of the Republic.   

The wise jedi master was right, and something murky was stirring among the threads of those machinations. Hunter could see how they left a sickening trail, but it disappeared behind curtains of dense fog that hid them from his smell and touch.   

“We’ll have to leave these disputes in the hands of the galactic senators, from here the only thing we can do is to continue protecting the citizens from the droid forces,” suggested General Kenobi, whose gaze was abstracted from the present. Perhaps the situation at his post was crucial and had him worried.   

“Certainly,” General Fisto replied, and turned to look at the clone present. “The Republic remains in immense gratitude to your squadron, sergeant, are you sure you're still not interested in the numerous decorations we wish to recognize your efforts with?” the distinguished Nautolan offered Hunter, intrigued as to what answer he was going to give him that time, as if it was going to be any different. Hunter shrugged.   

“It's not the reason we do our job, general,” he assured him, firm and confident of his and his brothers' resolve. General Fisto observed the clone with gentleness and pride, so he didn’t press his proposal any further.    

Both General Fisto and General Koon bid farewell to the rest and returned to their respective battlefields. But General Kenobi didn’t dispatch Hunter, but stayed a while longer beside him in the transmission, pensive or waiting for the two of them to be alone.   

“Is there a problem, general?” he prompted the general to speak, and the jedi master's brown eyes shadowed as they rested on the clone's. Even through a hologram, Hunter could make out the general's awkward posture.   

“Yes, I'm afraid so, sergeant,” Obi-Wan straightened and shed any wavering composure he let on. It was now only evident in his gaze. “Assemble your squad and contact me through the confidential channel,” was the last thing he said to him before disappearing and leaving him alone in the middle of a dense and silent ancestral forest. 

Hunter walked in the direction of the Havoc Marauder, a couple of steps behind him, in an area wide enough to land and hide the ship. Around it, Wrecker was piling up the remains of droids and amusing himself with them by smashing them into misshapen balls of metal with his fists. Crosshair was just walking inside, probably in search of rest, and Tech was checking the wires under the cockpit, to make sure they didn't have any mechanical problems on their way to the next destination.   

“General Kenobi wants a confidential meeting,” Hunter informed Tech once he stopped beside him. Wrecker caught up to his words and responded with an excited chuckle.   

“Maybe they're finally sending us to capture some Separatist Admiral,” the big guy celebrated after clenching his huge fists and crunching the bones in his fingers. Hunter ignored him, he had just seen Tech's jaw tense with concern.   

“You know something, don't you?” Hunter could now worry, it wasn't usual for Tech to know something and not share it with him. The one with goggles looked over his shoulder at him as he finished adjusting one of the power generators.   

“The information I have is inconclusive, better listen to the general directly,” he suggested, uneasy even with the few pieces he possessed from the military intelligence network. Hunter frowned, what was going on? “We'd better not keep him waiting,” Tech told the older of the lot, as he closed the hatch and hurried inside.  

When Hunter and Wrecker entered the ship, Tech was already in front of the communications panel, ready to link up with the general's confidential channel. Crosshair arrived just as Obi-Wan's image was finishing adjusting on the hologram. He greeted them and congratulated them on their exploits on Taerra.  

“I regret having to come to you with immediacy after this latest mission, gentlemen, but I'm afraid this is a matter of high intergalactic risk,” the clones turned to look at each other, as if looking to each other for just enough encouragement to be ready when they heard the news, ”Senator Selana is missing.”  

A hologram was displayed on a control table in one of the army's secret stations, where Clone Force 99 awaited directions to proceed on that critical mission. The virtual figures of Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu, along with Jedi Grandmaster Yoda and another team of admirals and commanders, glowed in the middle of the property as they discussed the recent events that had put Ederon's Intelligence Network and that of the Grand Army of the Republic on high alert.   

“Those of us present here are the only ones to know about this situation, and we intend to keep it that way,” General Windu spoke to those assembled, his gaze cold and concerned, whatever it was he knew must be a serious matter. “Senator Selana has made many enemies in the last few months since the introduction of her ceasefire bill in Druad, we don’t know what this information might provoke among her most dangerous opponents or among the public,” he explained to the clones in charge of the operation. He looked at one of the clone intelligence commanders and with a nod instructed him to give the report.   

“Our reasons for assuming the Ederon Senator's life’s in danger is because of a transmission we intercepted from Separatist channels in the Bryx Sector,” the clone commander unfolded the transmission file to the center of the navigation table, an encrypted audio from the enemy.   

The sound of labored breathing greeted the assembled officers, accompanied by indecipherable mumblings drowned out behind some facial device, such as a helmet or mask. “...Evadelar in ten hours—” more thumping sounds with clipped or muffled phrases, “...intercept and capture her...” more indecipherable noise, “...Vintra Selana dead or alive—” Hunter frowned as he listened to the recording, his mind assaulted with endless doubts.   

“The senator receives threats on a daily basis,” the clone mentioned to those gathered, as he recalled that part of his job when he was her bodyguard was to monitor the type of unknown correspondence and calls she received. The threats were constant, but almost none posed any real danger after investigating them. The clone in charge of filing the report looked at him with disdain.   

“Naturally, but that's not why we take them lightly,” the agent replied, and displayed on the hologram a report evidencing authorization to monitor the Evadelar area and vicinity, as well as to contact the senator about possible travel outside of Coruscant. “When we got no response from the senator's guard captain, a team went to make sure everything was in order at her apartment. But they found no one, neither her guard nor her... and neither was her ship,” the clone showed two more images in the center of the hologram, one displayed the senator as she boarded her ship followed by her guard, fifteen hours ago. The other was the report of the last twenty hours of departures from Coruscant from the Office of Space Regulation, which didn’t show Vintra Selana's ship. Hunter spotted the unusual trail instantly. “Then we got the report from our team on Evadelar...” and the next image caused the blood of Jedi masters, admirals and commanders, and elite clones, to turn to corpse breath.    

Hunter stared at the fragments that made up the image without understanding how that had been possible. Who had allowed it? Why hadn't they foreseen it? And a thought that had been haunting him for two months finally burst into shades of red and orange that blurred his vision and quickened his pulse. If he hadn’t left her alone, this wouldn’t have happened.   

The image showed the wreckage of a ship that had suffered a terrible explosion. Weightless limbs were scattered everywhere, not knowing if any of them belonged to Senator Selana of Ederon.   

“We’ve been trying to contact Ederon's Chief of Intelligence, Mavan Stent, to get information about the Senator, but he’s been in a meeting with the Chancellor since last night in the war room along with some Admirals and Vice Admirals,” Hunter raised his gaze to the clone, curious about that information. He remembered perfectly well the person behind Senator Selana's attacks two months ago: Vice Admiral Stass. “And we still don't want to alert the rest of the authorities, the least we need is a leak of information at this point,” the clone explained and turned to Grandmaster Yoda, awaiting his opinion and judgment of the situation.    

The highly respected Jedi pondered for a few seconds, with severe regret and anguish in his eyes over what he had just heard. All eyes were on the oldest and wisest in the room, intent on what the little greenish-skinned, long-eared being had to say.   

“Deceptive, the sight can be. Learn this, early, a Jedi must,” he began, with tender eyes and compassionate tone, as if to remind the hearts of the rest that their haste was only an instinct to rush to action, but that it lacked the calm of planning. “To give her up for dead, we cannot; investigate, we must,” Master Yoda turned to the clones of Clone Force 99. “Placed in you our hope is.”   

As Hunter bowed his head to assure the Grandmaster that they could count on them with finding the senator, General Kenobi's commander approached the jedi in stealth to inform him of the recent events reported on Coruscant. The Obi-Wan's face was covered by a shadow of confusion and horror.   

“At the moment, gentlemen, the information we have on Senator Selana is that she boarded her ship about fifteen hours ago, but there’s no record of her leaving Coruscant,” General Windu began, as he helped the rest of them understand the order of events. The clone in charge of the report nodded and displayed all the images in the center so everyone could see the evidence.   

“We still have no confirmation that this is the senator's ship, or that she was aboard this one. Also, no one on her team or in the Ederon network knew she was leaving Coruscant, we only have yet to consult with the Chief of Intelligence, but we don't know how much longer his meeting with the Chancellor will take...” the clone was interrupted by General Kenobi, who asked for the floor to share important news.   

“Gentlemen, I’m informed by my commander that the Senate Building has been overrun by bounty hunters holding a group of senators hostage, and the Republic Executive Building has suffered a power failure, the Chancellor and all other personnel inside are locked in and without communications with the outside,” the jedi master announced with distress, and planted a question mark in the minds of the rest that made the whole situation an even more sinister case. What was behind all these attacks on senators?   

“Is it not possible to invade the buildings?” asked General Windu to his colleague, Kenobi shook his head.   

“We don't know what the situation is inside these, we need information from there to make sure an invasion won't provoke a more lethal attack,” the brown-bearded jedi explained. General Windu let out an irritated sigh.   

“I'll go to Coruscant to take care of that, you gentlemen,” he turned to the Clone Force 99 clones, “focus on Senator Selana.” 

The rocky planets were not short of fame in the repertoire of the known galaxy. On the contrary, they were quite coveted by big businessmen, for they were worlds rich in useful materials with which they could make more wealth. Metals, salts, jewels... a planet full of mountains and rocks was a gold mine, available only to those with the capital to set up machinery or send miners to get them.   

That wasn’t the case with planet Rodova, whose soil, despite appearing firm and dense, had deceived explorers and miners on several occasions. Their textures were fragile, they broke and turned to mush anyone who dared to enter the hills and volcanoes in search of something valuable. The landslides, which buried hundreds of workers in their time, could never be controlled, and after finding nothing in the interior of the planet's mountains, interest waned until it was no longer an attractive place for trade.  

Over the decades, it gained a reputation as a planet in constant collapse. It had fallen, along with the neighboring stars, into a forgotten zone unvisited by the rest of the galaxy. No one noticed it when looking at a map, and in many it was no longer even known by name, but as the pile of uninhabited planets in the Jalor Sector. Irrelevant to billions, but essential to Arvin Haradan, a senator in the Separatist Parliament, who drew on his experience as a native of a world with hostile terrain to understand the personality of the lands of Rodova, and to operate clandestinely in them.   

Perhaps it was a terrible idea to follow Senator Haradan into a place so familiar to him, it was like following the bear straight into his cave. It could become his meal at any second.   

But Vintra Selana had no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She walked behind Arvin Haradan with her chin high and footfall firm, as if daring the stone walls around her to bury her, to show that the threat of the place didn’t terrify her.    

But it wasn't anything like that. In fact, she trusted the corridors through which the enemy senator led her, for, even if they were political opposites, there was more in the lives of both that bound them together as two individuals interested in the welfare of the galaxy's populace and the people they represented. A bond that the war had distanced, but not broken.   

Or so they were both about to put to the test, as soon as they reached a room deep in the mountains, which for so many years had been dug to create caves and passageways through which to transport and hide goods. Vintra had been unable to see such exploits, for it was until she heard a door close behind her that the blindfold was finally removed from her eyes, and the muscular, square face of her old friend at last was drawn before her in a dim yellow light, in which his green eyes glowed almost brown.    

The first thing Vintra noticed as she turned her mesmerizing purple gaze upon him was the absence of something. She didn't quite know what, but something about the man she remembered was gone. Whether that was good or bad for her, she couldn't know.   

“You have big balls to come here without your guard, Vintra,” a deep voice echoed in the stone-walled room, and Senator Haradan lay a few feet away from her, leaning on the edge of a stone table under the only light bulb in the place. He wore an elegant black full-dress uniform, adorned with a silver belt. He was wrapped in a long coat of thick, matte fabric, also black, with silver engravings on the edge of the opening and the lower sleeves.   

The Ederon Senator's relaxed shoulders shook slightly, a sign that something had annoyed her.   

“I find it offensive that you suggest that the only explanation for my spunk is because I have somehow, however metaphorically, grown balls, Arvin,” she gave him an irritated smile. “I've worked hard and long to have this courage, the credit is mine, not some biological part of you that you swear gives you superpowers,” Vintra attacked immediately, and the reaction of the only other present was exactly as she expected: rolling of eyes and wrinkling of nose, as if that complaint was the most idiotic thing he'd heard all day, as if trying to tell her it was just a figure of speech.    

But Vintra wasn’t in a good mood.   

“I don't want to involve them in this, so let's get it over with at once, before they notice my absence,” she explained, and pointed to the table Arvin was leaning over. He gestured with his hand to the seat next to him to invite her to take it, as he rounded the table and looked for the opposite one. 

“Well, you were the one who wanted to see me before the official meeting with the two representatives of each Court present, why are you here?” the inquisitive gaze of Arvin, accentuated thanks to his thick brown eyebrows, tried to unsettle the ederian's assurance, but it didn't seem to even scratch her firm posture. With one leg crossed and her back leaning against the backrest, Vintra didn't seem worried about finding herself alone deep in a mountain with an enemy. Arvin knew her, there was something that made her feel safe despite her surroundings. If it wasn't her guard, it had to be information. 

Vintra noticed in her old colleague's eyes that he had finally realized the reason for the meeting. It wasn’t nervousness or concern what was painted on his pale face, but awe. As if he admired witnessing how impressive her intelligence network was in coming up with such data.   

“Twenty-four hours ago, I was summoned to the Supreme Court for a private hearing with the department assigned to investigate my proposal about Druad,” she began, as she settled further into her chair and deposited one hand in her lap, while the other danced near her chin and used it to complement the tone of her eloquent speech. “The agents had two pieces of news for me...the first was accompanied by a warning, it was about a press image in Druad about a young druadan carrying a 'whistling' rifle,” Vintra watched as Arvin arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but held up her hand to stop him in his interruption. “I had to clarify that I wasn't the one supplying them; after all, I was the one who vetoed the use of that rifle in the entire galaxy, I had no idea how it had gotten to the druadan... especially since my intention is the peace of the planet,” she emphasized her last sentence by raising her tone as she said it, “not to incite more violence,” Vintra narrowed her eyes before continuing, her eyes fixed on the face in front of her, who was looking at her without hesitation. “The second was about you, that you had agreed to a negotiation for a ceasefire between our armies on Druad,” she reported on the main reason for her departure from Coruscant. “It was no surprise, you were always close to me before your decision to join the Separatist Parliament, we shared visions of what the Republic should be as an institution, so I was looking forward to have the opportunity to find a peaceful solution to the war in Druad with you...” her words might have sounded hopeful, were it not for the bitter tone with which she blurted them out and the way she leaned forward, narrow-eyed, to look at Senator Haradan accusingly and angrily. “So you can imagine my outrage when my chief of intelligence discovered early this morning that the supplier of the rifles to the druadan is you—”    

“Vintra,” Arvin interrupted an annoyed Senator Selana, who didn't hold back in expressing her irritation at such a rude gesture with her face.   

“So I wondered! Why would someone who profits from the war in Druad be interested at all in negotiating for peace?” she enunciated the question with mock interest, for Arvin knew she already had her answer. “Unless, of course, the intention was never to negotiate, but to meet with me without risking breaking the law.”   

Vintra Selana had beaten him to it, though he already knew that. When he received the unexpected message that she was outside the location where the meeting would take place in a couple of hours, intending to talk privately, he thought it was a stroke of luck. He could make his proposal to her without having to get rid of the judicial representatives, whose presence was required to monitor that this enemy meeting was not a violation of the laws of both governments. But he didn’t expect Vintra to already know the reason he had agreed to the negotiations.   

“I don’t profit from the war in Druad, Vintra. I don’t receive a penny for providing them with weapons,” the Magastea representative defended himself, an irritated and offended tone in his voice. “I do this to give them a chance to defend themselves,” with hearing those words, Vintra tensed her shoulders. “I understand that your fight on Coruscant requires certain measures and conditions, but druadan die every day from deliberate attacks from both sides, and they attack them because you know they can't defend themselves!” exclaimed Arvin, his hands shook with frustration, and his saddened look reflected helplessness. 

“You're making them look like terrorists!” she complained as she clenched her hands into hard, shaking fists. “I don't know how the scenario’s painted on your side, but on Coruscant I know many who’d be happy to accuse the druadan as a hostile and violent species,” Arvin slammed his fists down hard on the table, causing Vintra to recoil in surprise. She saw him deny with his head down, defeated.   

“We are invaders, Vintra,” he began to mutter under his breath. “It's been years that the druadan have been invaded by us, don't you think it's time they let us know we're not welcome?” but as soon as he returned his gaze to her, an icy current that traveled down his back made him fall silent. Vintra's eyes glowed almost red, like two blinkers announcing the soon-to-be explosion of the place. It was useless, Vintra Selana wasn’t going to be part of that game.  

“Tell me,” a change could be heard in her tone of voice, like caution and fragility, “how do you get past those weapons undetected?” the question took him by surprise, and when he looked at her again, that warning in her eyes had disappeared, they were now an indecipherable riddle, though she looked sad.    

“I'm afraid I can't tell you,” he replied as he leaned against the back of the chair and crossed his arms. An amused “hmm” was heard, coming from Vintra. It was the response she had expected.   

“It's not that I dislike the fact that the druadan can respond and defend against military oppression, Arvin, it's just that you're playing a very risky game... if the druadan open fire they’ll officially become an armed party to the war, enemies of both droids and clones,” Vintra's elbows landed on the surface of the table, her hands clasped and her chin sharpened, like a spear in Arvin's direction, oblivious to doubt and fear. “It's hard enough to convince the entire Senate to side with an oppressed populace, rest assured that it’ll be impossible to rally support for a party that reveals itself as an enemy,” she retorted angrily, but it only elicited a shrug from Arvin.   

“Well, Vintra, it's not my problem that you're not good enough to handle that scenario,” he insulted her without hesitation, as he held her gaze in pure anger. Vintra was sure that Arvin had hoped to get her support with that project, and that she had disappointed him terribly. He saw that solution as something that actually helped the druadan, that saved and protected them, but for how long? If they became enemies of the Republic and the Separatists, they’d have to face both armies at the same time... 

Although... wasn't that what they were already doing?   

“No, it's you who’s not good enough to think and create alternate paths to peace that don't involve more violence,” she challenged dismissively, clearly disgusted with the insult. “Didn't they teach you that in the academy? War is symbolic of government failure,” she smiled, “or a tyrant’s victory.”   

He looked at her with one side of his nose wrinkled, an expression Vintra knew well on him, it appeared when he felt humiliated, but he was too proud to admit it. Arvin gave in easily to anger, and his ego prevented him from acknowledging his screw-up or correcting his mistakes.  But Vintra knew he had good intentions in his heart. That was where she could start.  

“Why did you want to see me? Did you want to ask me something?” she asked, in a calmer tone of voice, as if to let Arvin know he could trust her. But he remained motionless in his chair, his gaze fixed on Vintra's purple one. She sighed. “Perhaps I’m open to a proposal, if yours interests me,” the ederian tempted, and watched the muscles in his chin relax little by little until said calmness reached his eye sockets, which released all pent-up misgivings and gave way to a premature, almost innocent desire. The illusion that perhaps not everything had been thrown overboard.   

“Your ships,” Arvin leaned forward and took the same position as Vintra, his elbows resting on the surface of the table and his gaze wrapped in intrigue and hope. “Ederon has a license to ship solidarity goods to those affected by the war, and I'm getting more and more at stake with the illegal trade,” he didn't need to say more, and Vintra let him know it with a nod.   

“My ships are registered, Arvin,” she said, about to start shaking her head, but he raised his hand to ask her to speak.   

“My problem isn't hiding weapons, Vintra, it's getting my ships to make it to land on Druad,” he explained and waved his hands, as if he wanted Vintra to get things straight at once. “If I used yours, the only thing my people would have to worry about is hiding them, an art they’ve mastered to perfection,” Vintra let out a wry chuckle. 

“And if they find your merchandise on my ships, how do I know I won't be the one to pay the price? Is there anything on them that they can involve you in the situation with?” she questioned with false intrigue, for she was sure the answer was no. Arvin lowered his gaze and sighed. “Uh-huh, I thought so,” she widened her incredulous smile and rose from her seat to pace back and forth in the small stone room.   

As she rose, Arvin noticed for the first time the elegant wardrobe in which she had decided to attend their meeting. An ankle-length dress, of fine fabric and dull gold, fitted to her slim, accentuated figure. It covered down to her chest and below her shoulders, and a solid pattern of light bronze trim surrounded her figure to her hips, a plain chocolate skirt descended to her feet, and long loose sleeves held at the back an even thinner and longer fabric that fell to the floor, which she dragged as she walked in her golden high shoes. Her hair was tied up to her neck in a voluminous coiffure that gave her a sovereign air, when he saw her standing while he remained seated. He didn't know how to explain it, but it was as if Vintra Selana had dressed to win that negotiation.   

Vintra stopped in her anxious steps and folded her arms, her back waved for a long time to the senator of Magastea, who looked at the ederian up and down again and again for some sign that would tell him how much she was meditating. He could almost see her mind tugging and untwisting the threads of the political scenario she found herself in, attentive to care what she might or might not say.   

“The truth is, Arvin, I need your help with something,” she said after a long moment in silence. Arvin's eyebrows instantly rose, his pulse beginning to pound in his chest in urgency, as if insisting him to make Vintra speak at once. She turned to face him, but not before taking a deep breath, hoping that this wasn’t going to cost the end of her Senate career. “But first, I want you to sign this.”   

She held out a tiny device that she’d probably hidden in her hair, as she’d been searched by Senator Haradan's security. Arvin took it and activated, it was a hologram of a peace agreement, stating the Separatist government's interest in opening channels of discussion and negotiations in search of a definitive ceasefire, and an irrevocable cessation to the appropriation of the thusten.    

Arvin chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “I can't sign this... the Parliament isn’t interested in forgetting about the thusten,” he explained pleadingly, as if that would convince Vintra to forget the issue. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him with disinterest.   

“Your choices come down to accepting that deal or dismissing yourself from your position as a Separatist Senator... You see, Arvin, my information network and I have a duty to the Republic,” Vintra took two steps toward him, her tone of voice soft and drawling, her threat striking Arvin's ears with subtlety, but chilling. “It was my chief of intelligence that hit with you and the rifles, my duty is to report this to the Senate and the press,” Arvin didn't take long to follow the thread she was beginning to pull. He couldn't help but remain still and immovable, he sinned as he swallowed saliva and demonstrated his unease. “Your actions cause Druad to be considered a planet under Separatist control, the Republic could allow laws that threaten the entire planet and justify total colonization,” Vintra raised and quickened her tone further, frustrated of the scenario that was painted if she reported this to her superiors.  “Which would be a terrible problem for you Confederates, and you’d be charged with high treason for supplying weapons to an enemy and hindering the extraction of the thusten, not to mention the number of druadan lives you would sacrifice wh—”   

“Vintra, if I sign this I become the only Separatist to lead a ceasefire... you want me to be in the Separatist Parliament,” Arvin pressed his longest fingertips to the center of his chest, “what you are in the Galactic Senate,” and then pointed them at her, his agitated, jerky gestures emulating those of a cornered prey, claustrophobia at a prospect so threatening it was becoming increasingly cramped, no air to think straight. From one moment to the next, Arvin believed Vintra had transformed into a giant, for he could have sworn it loomed huge before him and blocked all escape from her grasp.    

“I could use it, yes,” she said, her posture shifting to bear her weight on her right leg, and her hips stood out more on that side. Arvin interpreted that he wasn't going to have a say in that situation.   

He tried to think it through. It wasn’t in his best interest to send Vintra down the drain, he knew she’d keep her word, especially since it didn’t suit her and her bill for the druadan to be seen as military threats. 

Arvin straightened up in the seat and took in enough air, as if the gesture was a plea to the universe to inhale some correct answer that was nearby. His hands, still clasped and resting on the table, showed unease as they were unable to stop the thumbs from colliding with each other.    

He was very intrigued as to why Vintra was willing to commit treason against the Republic by letting him continue his arms dealing, or why she was willing to complicate her own fight in the Senate. He doubted it was just to have an equivalent in the Separatist Parliament, for the agreement didn’t even obligate him to be as successful as she was.   

He stared at the hologram for a long time, but it was no use. No matter how much he wanted to put it off, Vintra would still be there, standing with her hands on her hips, demanding his decision.    

There was always the possibility of refusing and then eliminating her, but that didn't suit him either. The representative of the Supreme Court of the Republic and her guard knew she was there, Mavan Stent and the Supreme Chancellor as well. If anything happened to her, the Republic would have full authority to arrest him. And besides not wanting to take that risk, he didn't really want to hurt her either.   

After all, they both intended to help the druadan.   

Vintra was beginning to grow impatient with every second, she fought with all her might the urge to stamp her foot on the ground and reveal her desperation. She needed that signature, her short-term political outlook depended on it and the direct liaison with an enemy party, one she trusted and with whom she shared victory or misfortune, that way she was assured of not being betrayed.   

With Arvin on her side, the ederian could convince hundreds of senators to support her bill, as many were still reluctant to vote for it because they believed it was in the Republic's self-interest, that the Separatists would never agree to withdraw from Druad or negotiate a ceasefire.    

So, Senator Haradan's involvement was crucial, and she knew she had to handle the situation with caution and a lot of patience. It wasn’t easy to sign what she was asking for, just as it wasn’t easy to decide to commit high treason by hiding the rifle information from Republic authorities, or to break the law by meeting with a Separatist Senator without a bailiff present. And, worst of all, tarnishing the image of the druadan and complicating her struggle on Coruscant to defend them. Neither senator was safe, but for Vintra it was a risk worth taking.   

And that was what she tried to convey with her purple gaze to her old colleague and friend. Arvin had had his eyes fixed on hers for some time now, looking for a last resort of succor to help him make the decision.   

Now she knew what Arvin's gaze had lost: hope. The ridiculous wheel of the cycle of violence, the political reasons for promoting war, the countless hours of discussion in Parliament to never resolve anything and only make the galaxy more expensive. What was his office for? Was there anything worth his vote? Was the Confederation of Independent Systems just an excuse for war?   

It was as if Vintra could read everything in his opaque eyes. The characteristic emerald glow that made him rise as one of the most attractive politicians was gone. He seemed now to have aged thirty years, and to have given in to the pessimism that characterized most politicians after three years in office.    

What Arvin Haradan found in Vintra, however, was a last star in a dull firmament, clinging to its dim glow amid utter darkness. She’d been in the Senate and on Coruscant for months with her relentless fight, she had received attack after attack, criticism after criticism; but she kept going, somehow managed to turn the tide in every tribulation that came her way and returned to the next Senate plenary with more votes in her favor.   

Perhaps Vintra Selana owned one of the last glimmers of the fading glory of a solid, united democracy, fractured now by wars, divisions, and corruptions of what high government office meant. If no one was going to help Druad by hook or by crook, at least there was Vintra.    

“You know...” began Arvin after several seconds in which neither took their eyes off the other, unsure if anyone's next move would be a kill shot or an outstretched hand, “the one thing that stopped me for a long time from joining Count Dooku...” Vintra watched her old friend move closer to the hologram and set it up to be edited in the specific area of the signature, which she looked at with glowing, excited eyes, “was your Ederon Network,” he said with a chuckle, as she signed what had become the most important piece to Vintra in that instant with some trepidation.  

Arvin wasn't sure he had what it took to be Vintra Selana's equivalent in the Separatist Parliament, nor did he know what kind of danger he was in; but this was the only opportunity he’d been presented with to do something for Druad outside of his own means. Vintra had an outrageous network in terms of information, with high profile contacts, a wealthy planet and, above all, public approval. Having her as his ally and negotiating partner, despite her demands, had its benefits, ones he didn’t want to lose when he spent months with uncertainty about leaving the Republic and joining the Separatists.    

As Arvin's hand traced over the image the curves and lines of his name, Vintra's heart rate began to accelerate in excitement and delight. She was unable to keep her eyes neutral and impassive, they grew wider and wider, and her desperation to finish it all and scream victory grew in her chest and spread throughout her body, as if her blood was the conductor of the feeling.   

She felt that a terrible burden had been lifted from her shoulders, as if after long months she was finally allowed to take a deep breath that would completely fill her lungs. Returning to Coruscant no longer seemed such a terrifying idea, and she had gained a powerful letter to present to the Senate at its next assembly.   

And Vintra knew she needed it. She wouldn’t have ventured to the far reaches of the galaxy at the mercy of her enemies, or dared to commit treason and break the law, were it not for the fact that she was in quite a predicament.    

The agreement Arvin was signing not only got her a voice on the enemy side, but forced him to sign the official negotiations pact that both Courts would present in a couple of hours, at the official meeting for which he had supposedly agreed to participate. When Vintra learned that Arvin had only agreed to this one to ask her to join his “project”, and not to actually discuss ways of peace, she acted quickly to see how the situation would turn in her favor and to get confirmation that the enemy was willing to negotiate for Druad.  

And though she had been quite nervous the whole time since leaving Coruscant, unsure of how it would all turn out as this was the riskiest move she’d ever made, she nodded to herself for comfort that she had succeeded. She already got the first thing she needed from Arvin.   

Now she could ask for the most important, and the most dangerous.  

A slight shaking in the room, which seemed to have whipped the entire mountain, caused Arvin's hand to become unsteady and ruined his almost-to-be-finished signature. Vintra had to reach over to the wall to brace herself so she wouldn't lose her balance, and she looked in frustration at Arvin and his mangled signature.   

“Don't worry, it happens all the time,” he assured her in a nonchalant tone, and shook his hand a little, as if downplaying the situation. He pressed the button on the device to rewrite his signature.   

But a second later, the only light in the room suddenly vanished. The cool blue tones of the hologram image were the only thing that gave them both a point of reference, as the darkness around them gave the feeling of an endless passage into the unknown.   

“Oh... this is weird...” commented Arvin with a nervous tone. Vintra felt the quickness of her pulse abandon the warm, victorious feeling for a murky, heavy one. A chill suddenly began to creep over her, unable to identify whether it was from fear or some current that had crept into the room.   

It was then that the shuddering creak of the door being thrown against its opposite wall elicited a scream of horror from Vintra, who perceived in the air how the room filled with an unknown gas and shadows approached Arvin and pushed him against the wall and the floor, while the hologram was annihilated by a gunshot, whose screeching sound merged with the screams of pain of her colleague.  

“What the fuck is this, Vintra?! You lying traitor!” 

“Shut up, you separatist piece of shit!” shouted a voice with urgency and authority, Vintra tried, with trembling arms, to reach under her dress and her ankle the handle of a blaster that was tied and hidden there, forgetting it had been confiscated before by Arvin’s guards. The black darkness that surrounded her, mixed with the slight thickness of the gas that crashed hot against her skin, made her feel sick and disoriented. She hurriedly crawled in the blackness of the place in search of an escape or something to help her defend herself, but was prevented from it when she felt how a hand approached her and tried to grab her arm and lift her up. “For the serious crime of the forcible abduction of a Galactic Senator, you are hereby arrested without pardon in the name of the Republic,” that frightening voice repeated, above Senator Haradan's curses and wails towards Vintra. The ederian was struggling with all her strength and tears to shake off the grip of someone dragging her away from Arvin and the best chance she’d ever had for peace in Druad. She listened in her head to the racing pounding of her heart, so loud that she was barely aware of the person holding her repeating over and over “Senator Selana” in the hope that she’d react and be able to be examined.   

Arvin's voice faded from her hearing range, and it seemed as if someone was pushing or pulling her across a path, as her legs moved backwards without finding a wall to stop her. Vintra knew she was moving away from Arvin; someone was taking her.   

She wanted to hit him, to break free of his grip and run somewhere safe, but the other person's strength was greater than hers. Vintra's panic became evident as her breathing became so rapid that she could barely catch her breath properly. Her tears were running rampant in her eyes, and she could have sworn her heart was going to explode. Someone had discovered them, and they were there to kill them both. The darkness around her made everything even more terrifying, she wouldn't even see her killer's face, and no one was going to find her in the most secluded place in the galaxy. At any moment hands would land on her neck and end it all, and if it weren't for her own gasps of terror, she could have sworn that everything was already over, in that place where not even a ray of light, of hope, could reach her.   

“...panic...she...ech!” she heard a voice in the distance, drowned out by her own shock. She wondered where Arvin was. Would he be dead by now? Where was she? Thousands of feet away from him?    

Lights suddenly flashed on in what appeared to be an enclosed corridor with no beginning or end in sight. The impact of the brightness startled Vintra even more, who reacted defensively from hands trying to touch her arms.    

“Senator! Senator!” heard Vintra better ahead, and a figure in black began to make sense in front of her eyes as they adjusted to the light of the place. Her strength began to fail her from exhaustion, and she was unable to pull away from the gloved palms that clung to her cheeks and held her face tightly. “No, I sense no wounds,” Vintra closed her eyes, certain that was what she needed to finally regain her senses. “Senator, it's me.”   

Vintra thought she was going to need to open her eyes to recognize the person in front of her, but once her ears heard the voice speaking to her perfectly, she didn't have to waste much time figuring out who it was.   

And although the last few seconds had been an absolute nightmare of horror for her, and the hands on her face did their best to reassure her, none compared to the intensity of what Vintra's eyes reflected as she finally opened them and met the attentive, tattooed face of Clone Force 99 sergeant, who gradually reduced the depth of his breaths as he paid more attention to how bloodshot and angry the ederian's eyes were glaring at him. 

Chapter twelve -> Jawa-brained animal

hello!! I'm back! :)

I'm actually surprised on how fast these two months passed, or I don't know if it was only me since I've been really busy. But I have a lot more time now that I finished my commitments. I hope that you're still interested in reading further, there's so much to come yet and I can't wait to bring to life everything I have planned.

This is oficially part 2, which will be longer (around 10-15 more chapters, I think), with so much drama and, of course, more tension between Hunter and Vintra. I must remind this is a slow-burn, one that takes very seriously the word "slow". We're still in very low heat concerning romance. But concerning drama, we're adding more fuel! I'm very excited with this part and the next!! Hope you like it!! :)

So… welcome back! I've missed Vintra so much and this story, so I'm glad to be back.

thank you for reading, thank you so much for also waiting this long. See you very soon! Let's see what Vintra does to Hunter next ;p

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18. waking up with amnesia au

this is a direct continuation from this Sith AU, as in, this picks up a couple of weeks later. I strongly recommend reading the linked snippet first, and in general all the little snippets I wrote for this AU before reading this one.

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The light bothered him enough that Obi-Wan opened his eyes with a frown. He was on a bed, a thin white sheet covering his body. Everything hurt and he groaned as the world slowly shifted into focus, his surroundings filled with bacta tanks and medical beds. A machine beeped close to him on regular intervals, and there was a line connecting his right arm to a serum bag. 

A body shifted, a young Mon Calamari with a holopad who took in the sign of Obi-Wan being awake and checked his vitals before greeting him gently.

“Where am I?” Obi-Wan asked, barely repressing the urge to snap the line out of his arm.  The Mon Calamari muttered as he typed on his pad. “The patient shows signs of disorientation corresponding with a long period of unconsciousness. Keep under observation in case the symptom persists.” 

Finally, he looked up towards Obi-Wan. “You are at the medic bay in the Jedi temple. My master will join us shortly and make sure everything is going well with your recovery.”  “Jedi temple? What happened to me?”  “You got stabbed by a piece of debris that punctured part of your lung and stomach. Lost quite the amount of blood and oxygen levels turned worrisome low. Would have died if they hadn’t brought you here.” 

Just as he finished speaking, a Togruta entered the room and smiled at the Mon Calamari before turning to Obi-Wan. “Now this is a sight I thought I’d never see again. How is our patient doing?” “So far his recovery is going according to plan, Master.”  “Excellent, the Council will appreciate this information. Has he shown signs of aggression?"  “Not so far, mostly confusion.” 

Irritation filled him. It wasn’t enough that he had woken up in an unfamiliar place, being talked about as if he wasn’t there was pissing him off. The Togruta turned towards him and leaned forwards, turning on a small lantern and cheeking his eyes. “Your reflexes seem to be doing great. I’m gonna ask you some questions to help you ease back into the living world. You almost became one with the Force!”

Obi-Wan grunted as an answer.  “Alright. First things first: do you know who you are?” “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi-”  “Haven’t heard that name for years,” interrupted the healer, only confusing him more. “Other names you identify yourself with?” “No.”  The questions continued, getting more annoying and more confusing as well. 

No, Obi-Wan did not know who the main general of the Separatists was. No, he did not know Count Dooku personally. No, he had never met the Jedi Council before. He did not know who Qui-Gon Jinn was. And most importantly, he did not understand why he had ended in the Jedi med bay to be treated after his injury.  The Mon Calamari took notes of everything he answered and exchanged a quiet look with his master once the questions were over. “I will notify the Council immediately.” The Togruta master said. “In the meantime, make sure our patient doesn’t get too overwhelmed with outside stimulus until we can figure out how to fix his memory loss.” 

The Mon Calamari nodded and then hesitated. “Uh, what should I do if Knight Skywalker visits?” The name tickled something in the back of Obi-Wan’s brain, like an unanswered question that escaped him.  “You let him in, of course, and take notes of everything they talk about.”  A couple of hours later, as a healer brought him lunch and a holopad with a novel to keep him entertained, the doors opened and someone walked in. 

At the healer’s sigh, Obi-Wan looked up from the holopad to see the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. The man looked up from where he was glaring at the floor and his expression eased, making Obi-Wan’s heart jump, the machine he was connected to betraying the effects the man was having on him.  He ignored as the Mon Calamari frantically tried to understand what was happening as the man finally reached the bed and sat down near him. “Hi,” he began softly. “It’s nice seeing you awake.”   Obi-Wan did not exactly know who this man was or why he was glad he was awake but he didn’t particularly care, happy to have his lovely eyes fixed on him. 

He did not appreciate the Mon Calamari approaching the man and leaning down to whisper something to him, and he actually frowned when the man’s face went from curiosity to confusion to… grief? He wasn’t quite sure and forgot to ask the moment the man took his hand between his. “Hi, Obi-Wan, you may not remember me right now but I’m Anakin.”  He looked at him with earnest eyes, and the name made something inside Obi-Wan warm with familiarity. Even then, the name did not spark any memory, and he simply smiled politely to Anakin. Something inside him, though, screamed at him that Anakin was important, that he needed to make a good impression. So, he sent him a smouldering look and said: “Hello there.” 

He did not expect Anakin to burst into laughter, startling the Mon Calamari. But his confusion over the reaction didn’t stop Obi-Wan’s heartbeat from accelerating again.

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DARTH VADER NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would need the aftercare. You would have to check his respiration and oxygen sats and since he probably can't sweat anymore, make sure he cools down. He won't like it but knows it's an unfortunate necessity.

If you scratch him in the heat of passion or otherwise break his skin, he would be like 'Finally a scar I want to have,' because you did it.

As for you, Vader is quite rough in bed, so you'll walk away with bruises. He'll marvel at them as they contrast against your skin, knowing that he marked you, claimed you.

His perception of pain has totally changed since being burned alive and he doesn't care that you don't understand it like he does. He'll grab you roughly, force you to look at him as he pounds into you brutally.

You'll have to take care of your own aftercare. You'll be bruised on your hips and thighs from his cybernetic hands. Your nipples will be swollen and sensitive from his mouth and fingers.

Your cunt is ground zero.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eyes. Eyes seem to hold a lot of power and symbolism to him. He wants to see your eyes, the desire in them, reverence in them, even a little bit of fear in them. He wants to see your eyes widen as he enters you, as they flutter shut in pleasure.

For himself, he thinks his body is a disaster. He hates his body, there's nothing he likes about it anymore.

Except maybe his size.

He's 6'8 in his armor, maybe take 6'7 without his boots, and like 264 pounds of muscle and metal. He loves to use his size against you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dude's definitely got a breeding fetish. He needs an heir to help him fight Sidious. It's all going in you.

Or you're swallowing it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If he's still in his mask, he can smell when you're wet. The olfactory sensors in his mask are strong enough to pick up on the smell. He'll never say a word about it, using it to his advantage, teasing you, and riling you up for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's only been with Padme, but he knows what he's doing. He was exposed to sex at a very young age from the unsavory people in the slave trade. He never had hope for a normal, vanilla sex life.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he's in total control, where he can see your eyes, and restrain your hands if he desires.

He won't do it when anyone else is around because he finds it crude, but when he's sitting on his throne, he'll manspread. He's probably the only guy who could justify actually needing to, with his codpiece and fat cock and virile balls.

The look of him on his throne in such a powerful, masculine position does things to you and he knows.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think his funny bone was chopped off by Kenobi. His humor tends to make your eyes roll like his 'choking on aspirations' line.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In total, he may have three single hairs scattered across his body. But seriously, almost all of his hair is gone, maybe a few patches here and there but nothing noticeable unless you're up close and personal. He did have a nice happy trail before he was burned.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not one to set the mood. He'll dive into your mind, saying all the things he can't bring himself to say anymore, to let you feel his feelings as though they were your own. Him saying I love you and commenting on your beauty? He knows it's ridiculous coming from him. People run from him, for good reason too. Sweet nothings and pillow talk don't happen verbally.

Cock warming is a big thing for him. He loves it when you let him slide it in so you are connected. He loves the feel of your warm cunt around his massive cock. Either completely non sexually as an act of closeness or post-sex intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't necessarily see himself as a sexual being anymore without you in the context. He has more important things to think about. Like conquering the literal galaxy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Here is an itemized list of Darth Vader's kinks:

Breeding

Restraining you with The Force

Owning you

Dominating you

Making you feel small

Dirty talk (in basic, Huttese and Sith). He'll comment on how wet and tight you are for him, a monster, a killer, how he owns you, owns your body. He'll say into your ear how he will kill Sidious and you will rule the galaxy together and he'll fuck you so hard on the Imperial throne and breed you. How you will be seen in public, pregnant with his babies.

Marking you, visibly or not. He likes when people look at your bruises or hickeys that you wear with pride and bystanders think 'Darth Vader did that' and gets their minds going about who is under the suit and they're terrified of even being in the same building as him but here you were getting fucked by him. He likes being a monster.

Power play: If you make him feel like the most powerful being in the galaxy, you will be rewarded greatly in the form of earth-shattering orgasms that only he can give you.

He loves when you worship his cock, stroking it, sucking in, marveling at it's size. I mean, his cock brought balance to The Force...

Oh god, if he took your virginity. You'll never hear the end of his dirty talk about how he corrupted you and he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On his throne oh my god yes, he would just die.

Hard and fast against a wall, overlooking the lava fields? Yes.

Suck him off in his TIE amongst the stars, where he truly feels free? Yep.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lust and passion are big things to the Sith. Fucking you six ways from Sunday can be counted as a religious experience for him. Sometimes, he'll simply use your body to reignite that connection to The Force.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I actually think he wouldn't choke you, by hand or force. That's how he lost Padme and that is the way he takes people out. He wouldn't want to risk it with you.

Also, he's not one for pet names. He won't call you 'honey' or 'darling'. Honestly, I cringe anytime anyone has Vader say that. I don't think he'd call you a whore or slut, either, but he would tease you about how wanton you are, how you're wet for him, a mechanical monster, a Sith Lord.

He will also never be submissive. It's too traumatic for him, from past owners and Sidious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's got a wicked tongue. He is the Dark Lord after all. He loves playing with your cunt and clit with his tongue, how it drives you delirious with pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be slow and sensual, but he's such an intense and passionate person, that he has to make a conscious effort to slow down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not crazy about quickies. He wants to take his time, branding every nerve you have with him, in both pleasure and pain.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a true exhibitionist. He doesn't even want to be thought of as human anymore, really. So he's not going to risk getting caught. He has no hesitation in snapping a few necks if it ensures his privacy.

But.

There's a weird part of his animal brain that likes people knowing that he's a sexual being.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just let him catch his breath and he's good to go again. He's an injured veteran, give him a minute.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does The Force count? Because he'll mess with you from the other side of the Galaxy. He may feel like it's an inappropriate use of The Force but at the moment, he's not thinking with his brain.

You'll feel his metal fingers sliding up your thighs and down your panties at any given moment of the day. He'll send you dirty sex dreams in your sleep, of him eating you out, the kind of dreams that leave you on the edge of an orgasm as you awake.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Like I said, he'll use his size to his advantage.

He's always in your head. He'll implant a memory of a hard and nasty fucking he gave you at the exact wrong time just to mess with you.

He'll hide your clothes and force you to walk around naked when it's just the two of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The man is ravenous in the sense he makes a lot different sounds. His vocal cords were burnt, so they do tire out but his voice now has a raspy, husky quality to it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Don't wear your favorite clothes around him. He'll rip them off of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's still there.

It still works.

It's big.

And he knows how to use it.

You'll limp the next morning if you can walk at all. You're only thought will be of him.

He does still have a deep inguinal crease to die for.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The dude needs you in his life. You keep him from unaliving himself. In the bigger picture, you keep the part of him that is still Anakin Skywalker alive, without either of you knowing it. He is human with you. He already screwed up once, the chance to have a decent life, and he's not going to do it again. If something happens to you or your relationship, he's taking the entire galaxy with him on a tour of destruction.

Far too often, he dissolves into his Vader persona and lets himself believe that he is death personified.

In his mind, he's constantly arguing with himself, wanting to know if you're in this with him. He comes with baggage; he's got childhood trauma from being a slave, losing his mother, his mother dying in his arms, hiding his relationship with Padme, contributing to Padme's death, being a slave again, this time to Sidious and not to mention all his medical trauma. He needs to know that you know what you're signing up for.

But.

He'll never say anything about this to you and will continue to spiral to himself.

Vader is an 'action speaks louder than words' guy. Him seeing you want to jump his bones and slob his knob as often as he wants to is what he needs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He barely sleeps, part from trauma and he's also a guy that needs to be doing something. Ready for round two? Round seven?