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ok we got two episodes left. no cody. my thoughts are bringing me to the possibility of the batch just finding him in one of those cells. but cody is strong, has many talents, would they waste that on using him as a test subject for m-count?
I def still see him being, if not cx-2, one of them other assassins. or whatever hemlock was working on in his little lab with the super assassin death trooper looking thing. I'd assume he needs a human subject for that. and what if that subject is cody.
#at this point im so delusional#i just want to see cody again#where is cody? is he safe? is he alright?#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#star wars#commander cody#cody#nobie does stuff#bestie come home
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Okay, finished TBB series finale and spoilery talk behind the cut.
I'm kinda lowkey sad they didn't bring Tech back in some way but I understand why they did it from a narrative standpoint and HOLY SHIT the emotional impact seeing his shattered goggles as Omega was leaving home really sucker punched me. So, I'll give you that point, Felony.
I'm refusing to acknowledge Scorch is dead. NOPE. Clone Commando's have katarn armor and he completely survived being shot in the chest four times and then falling hundreds of feet to the foliage.
He ends up falling into a lake, pulls himself to shore and is discovered by the Imps and given treatment only to be rescued by his squad afterwards. That's the real canon ending. La. La. La. La. La.
Honestly, it wasn't even Scorch, they murdered my murderbaby and I'm so grumpy about it. You can't just use his colors and then completely wipe out his ENTIRE FUCKING PERSONALITY.
So yeah, I refuse.
Riyo is STILL alive and doing well and is helping rescue clones because she is the GOAT. This makes me so happy. I also game away lowkey shipping Emery and Echo?
Uhhh all in all this season has been mostly okay. NGL TBB has always been kinda mid in my opinion. I am glad we got a REAL ending for TBB and ugh Hunter telling Omega she's their kid really tugged on my heartstrings.
I love the idea Wrecker/Crosshair/Hunter co-parenting Omega.
I am however freaking the fuck out over her becoming a Rebel pilot considering their average life expectancy. LOL
It DOES feel like bait for maybe a new project maybe? Like I would absolutely die and be sent to another plane of existence for an active Rebellion era project, especially one that is centered around the pilots because GIVE ME MY FAVORITE CORELLIAN SON WEDGE ANTILLES RIGHT NOW.
This would also give us a chance to get some damn answers about the clones. How did Wolffe escape the Empire? How did he and Gregor and Rex end up living together on Seelos.
What happened with Cody and WHY DID REX CALL OUT FOR HIM IN THAT ONE EPISODE. -slams pots and pans-
I have more questions than answers than when this show started. L M A O
brb gonna cry at the thought this might be the last real clone content we get in SW.
#el watches#the bad batch#the bad batch season 3 spoilers#tbb season 3 spoilers#where is cody? is he safe? is he alright?
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I MISS COMMANDER CODY
#commander Cody#where is Cody? is he safe? is he alright?#Star Wars#clone wars#bad batch#they really gave us that absolute banger of an episode of bad batch and then nothing#thanks Dave
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it's Cody day somewhere out there already
#it is. in my timezone at least. yay.#where is he is he safe is he alright#sigh#commander cody#the clone wars#deckdraws
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I see you Filoni đ«Ąđ
#Rex baby come back#whereâs Cody? is he safe? is he alright?#captain rex#commander cody#tbb spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#bb spoilers#bad batch spoilers#sw the bad batch#the bad batch#tbb#clone wars#the clone wars#my edit#andors-oar
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ok i consider myself a patient person but i swear if crosshair isnât in the next episode weâre gonna have a problem
#like cmon#where the fuck is he#i miss sniper boy#WHAT HAPPENED TO CODY ASWELL#are they safe?#are they alright?#the bad batch#bad batch#tbb#star wars#bad batch spoilers#crosshair
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Padawan Reader
*Cody braiding Y/n's hair before a mission*
Y/n: you are really good at this. How?
Cody, thinking about spending several nights watching holo vids about braiding so he can do it too: I'm a natural talent.
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Question of the week: WHERE IS CODY? BAD BATCH! WHERE IS MY DEAR MAN?!
#star wars#clone wars#star wars incorrect quotes#clone wars incorrect quotes#padawan reader#commander cody#i miss cody so much#give me back the sunshine man#where is cody#is he safe?#is he alright?!
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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!
I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb
I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go đ€
The Bad Batch 2x03
this entire planet looks like it's made of spice
nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude
Tawni Ames đ shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza đ
CORUSCANT !!!
CROSSHAIR đ„șđ„Čđđ†I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago đ€«)
another Kallus parallel đ
regs will always hate tbb lololol
Rampart đ«đ(me, I hate his guts)
32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- đ«
the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists
the memorial wall đ„Č (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)
a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??
he called him by his name !!!
CODY CODY CODY CODY đđđđđđđđ
Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi đ
the only two without their helmets on !!!
FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW đ
"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro đ
"Dooku was right in the end" real
"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" đ
"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it đ anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk
the droid high five lmaooo
clever boys đ
Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy đ
"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention đ„Čđ
Cody trusting Crosshair đ„° "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please đ„ș
my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!
I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe
Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump đ I mean he did but still
Cody complimenting Crosshair đ
WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR
droidekas !!!
Wyler r.i.p my love đ
There is just something about clones vs droids ya know
Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it đ
Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away đđđđ
r.i.p Nova my beloved đ
Crosshair's discs !!!!
backflip !!!!
knife knife knife knife knife- đ
Crosshair calling for Cody to help đ
KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-
Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch đ
"nice throw" "nice shot" đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... đ
Mina Bonteri đ
"peace was never an option" devastating
the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni đ«đ€§
Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni
the Crosshair music đ„Č
"so much for peace" đ
"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that
Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space đ
Crossy and his lil toothpick đ (he just murdered someone)
the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive đĄ
Cody's whole speech đđ "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???
Crosshair not being able to sleep đ«
Rampart doesn't even know their names đĄ
OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??
COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY đ«
hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) đ sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't đ€
#star wars#the bad batch#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#the bad batch crosshair#bad batch crosshair#crosshair#commander cody#cody#cc 2224#where is cody#is he safe#is he alright?#loukâs bad batch rewatch#tawni ames#wyler and nova#bad batch#tbb crosshair#crosshair tbb#sw tbb#tbb#hunter bad batch#tbb wrecker#bad batch tech#bad batch echo#tbb omega#copy paste boys#star wars clone wars#star wars bad batch#obi wan kenobi
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cannot believe we got rampart back before cody or echo....
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HEY HUNTER I THINK YOU MIGHT BE FORGETTING ABOUT SOMEONE
#THEY REALLY JUST ABANDONED CROSSHAIR LIKE THAT#yall this is NOT the end#IS CROSSHAIR SAFE IS HE ALRIGHT#WHERES ECHO?#REX?#CODY?#WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN#star wars#the bad batch#the bad batch s2#tbb crosshair#tbb echo#commander cody#captain rex
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If we don't see Cody next episode, I'll eat Dave Filoni's hat
#Where is cody#is he safe#is he alright#If cody doesn't get a happy ending I will riot against lucasfilm#star wars#star wars tbb#tbb#tbb s2#tbb s2 spoilers#tbb s2e5#the bad batch#tcw#tcw cody#commander cody#the bad batch s2#tbb spoilers
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I was joking when I wrote this but I'm worried I may have been right
Could yall imagine if we just Never saw Cody again?
Like we just get thrown back into the void of not knowing what happens to him. He goes AWOL and then we have to wait another 30 years to see him again.
#especially since there was absoluteky zero sign if Cody in the midseason episodes#where is cody is he safe is he alright#ill throw a fit if we dont see him again#david im in your wayys give me back cody#bad batch#the bad batch
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â when the dam breaks
contains: third person pov (42!milesâ), no reader, feelings of anxiety, some harsh language, use of the n-word once, a one-sided fight, angst, mentions of grief, brief comfort at the end
summary: miles was holding himself together just fine, until he wasnât. wc: 2,748
a/n: this fic is based on one of my headcanons from this post,(the 12th one). handling the grief of losing a parent is one of the hardest, most painful things to navigate, especially when youâre a teen and in school. i can directly relate to miles!42 because of this, which is probably why iâm able to go so in depth with his character. iâm really proud of how this turned out so i hope you guys enjoy reading <3
The back of Ms. Bellamâs history class was Milesâ favorite spot to sit in. The seat by the window, specifically. Where he could gaze out with the fantasy of being anywhere else but stuck listening to the lecture in his fifth block; forced to hear his teacher rave on about some old expedition he couldnât bring himself to give a shit about.
But today, Miles was not in the back of the class.
He had a bad feeling the moment the bell rung and the projector powered on to display the newest assignment the tall, stocky woman had on the agenda; a partnered project. Which, unfortunately, meant a new seating chart was on the horizon.
Miles mustâve spaced out during the introduction of the assignment, but his teacherâs assertive voice brought him back to the very moment he was dreading.
âCody, youâre paired withââ Ms. Bellam pulled a small slip of paper out from a little bucket of randomized names on her desk. ââLauren.â
She ignored the quiet groan she got after unknowingly pairing two exes together and drew two more names. âBailey, youâre with Lucas.â
âSarah, youâre with⊠Faith. And Miles,â The brunette-haired teacher stuck her hand into the bucket once more to pull out the very last slip of paper, and read it with finality. âYouâre with Gabby.â
Miles lifted his head and did a quick scan of the faces around, until he met the eyes of his new partner, Gabby, who gave him a small wave from the front of the class. His jaw clenched at the realization that heâd have to give up his safe corner, since the seats around him were filled, while the one next to her was open.
âAlright everyone, if youâre not already next to your partner, go find them.â
With an inaudible grumble and something along the lines of âi hate this fucking classâ and a mix of âkill me nowââ Miles rose from his chair, snatched his backpack up with a little too much force, and crossed the classroom to plop down defeatedly next to the girl he was paired with.
Chin tucked in his hand and eyes glued to the ticking clock above the white board, he didnât know how long he sat like that, or how much valuable information heâd missed while he ignored the overly peppy, thirty-year oldâs directions to the class. But he did know that the minute hand on that damn analog device wasnât moving fast enough for his liking. The droning of voices overlapping and the bouncing of ideas filled the once silent air after instructions had been given, but Miles was far from focused on the task at hand.
The incessant tapping of his pencil against the hard plastic of his desk, matched with the clearly agitated bounce of his leg had his partner stealing experimental glances in his directionâ her lips having been licked ample times from the stress of debating on whether to make the difficult decision of speaking to the boy who was clearly not interested in conversationâ or even being here at all.
She spoke up anyway. âUm⊠So most of the other groups have pretty much chosen already. That means weâre left with James Cook, Vasco de Gama, Ferdinand Magellan, orââ
âYou can pick for us. I donât really care which one.â Miles interrupted.
âOhââ Gabby blinked. His response was curt, but at least she got one. âOkay then, Ferdinand Magellan.â Flipping through the rubric that had been passed out at some point, she referred to the second page with her index finger. âIt says our presentation has to be between six to eight slides, which includes the works cited for our research. So we could do one introduction slide, and maybe about,â she paused to think. âFour?â information slides? And then we could add some fun facts and trivia questions at the end so we can get our class participation points in without too much effort. That cool with you?â
Gabby was a nice girl. She never bothered him, never looked at him weird when heâd come into class late sometimes, and had actually ran through the hallway to return the notebook that fell out of his open backpack just last week. He wasnât aggravated at her, but more so at the fact that everybody could stare at the back of his head now instead of the other way around, like it was before. It made him self conscious about everything, even down to the way he was sitting in his chair. He could feel a few beams on his back right about now, and adjusted his position slightly.
Miles sighed and reminded himself to respond to her politely. âUh-huh. Sounds good.â
A voice to his left behind him caught his attention, the voice in question belonging to one of the most obnoxious boys heâd ever had the displeasure of knowingâ Ethan Thompson. Someone who always had too much to say and nothing productive or appropriate to addâ it usually being something creepy or gross about a girl he wanted to âget to knowâ.
Miles wouldâve tuned him out, like he always did, but this time it was impossible. Probably because out of all the conversations regarding the explorers meant to be researched, this one had absolutely nothing to do with history, or even school for that matter.
âBro, did you hear about what happened toâŠâ
Miles strained to hear as best as he could without moving from his seat, though it was a struggle since Gabby was still talking his ear off to the right of him about who would do what when it came to their workload.
âMiles?â
He ignored her as another voice chimed in, and his back stiffened.
âI know dude, my sister told me about it. Said he was killed in action or somethinâ like that⊠I just know his mom is crushed. I feel really bad.â
Miles knew people talked about this, he wasnât dumb. But damn, did they have to do it when he was right there?
Then, there was a laugh.
Miles was confused. He didnât find anything regarding the topic of their conversation even remotely comical.
âFuck that,â Ethan quieted his voice, though not quiet enough. âThat just means Mrs. Morales is single and up for grabs now.â
It took less than a second for Milesâ blood to simmer to a scalding boil. He held a subtle finger up and quieted Gabby, who was currently asking him about what they should research first.
âCan you give me just⊠one second?â he asked gently.
Gabbyâs words died on her tongue and she gave a muddled nod.
Miles threw his elbow over the back of his chair when his torso whipped around, his eyes glazed with enmity and immediately catching Ethanâs.
âThe fuck you just say?â
Ethan froze.
Milesâ tone was lethal, rage lifting the volume above the blurred chattering around, venom spitting from his tongue like he intended to kill the boy with words alone. The speed in which the class fell silent wouldâve been humorous had there not been such hostility within the air.
âMiles, language!â Ms. Bellamâs eyes snapped up from her computer screen, her face a picture of disbelief at his unusual vitriol. He was always quiet as a mouse in her class, well behaved above all.
Jaws hung slack, the gazes of the students around darted back and forth between the two boys continuously, the tension in the room palpable.
Miles sat up straighter in his seat, jaw clenched and his patience dwindling. To say he was seething would be a dangerous understatement.
âNah, nah Ms. B,â His head cocked, and his eyes narrowed at Ethan, ruinously. âI wanna know what this nigga just said âbout my fuckinâ mom.â
âOh shitâŠâ Gabby gulped. Today was the most sheâd heard Miles speak in class almost the entire semester.
âIt was a joke, bro.â Ethan huffed a chuckle, a nervous thing that his friend easily picked up on. Miles was not one to bluff, and Ethan was notorious for taking things too far.
âDonât bro me, repeat that dumb shit you just said and watch how fast I knock your ass out.â Miles gritted through his teeth, hot air puffing through his nostrils like a bull whoâd just seen red.
âBoys, enough!â Ms. Bellman was standing now, hands planted to her desk as she watched with bated breath, just like the rest of the class-now-turned-audience.
Ethan shrugged, and Miles swore he felt his eye twitch.
Strike one.
Then, the boy playfully nudged his friendâs arm with a cocky smirk, as if he thought the threat heâd just received wasnât one that would be carried out.
Strike two.
âHeâs baiting you, MilesâŠâ Gabby whispered dejectedly, in warning, only so Miles could hear. But his tunnel vision had already set in.
âGo âhead. Repeat yourself.â Miles demanded.
Nails digging into the skin of his palms hard enough to leave crescents in their wake, there was a voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he could get into serious trouble if he didnât get his emotions in check, fast. Heâd progressed so quickly in his after school M.M.A classes, that now, even getting into a simple fist fight could land him a serious assault charge. A judge would take one look at the history of his intense training, and the option to deem his hands as deadly weapons in the case would immediately be presented, and most likely acted upon.
Knocking the teeth out of a rich white boy would never be the smart decision here, especially not for someone who looked the way he did.
Heâd be sent straight to juvie.
âI mean, all I was sayinâ is, technicallyââ Ethan threw his hands up in a careless manner. âIf I play my cards right, I could be your future step-daddy.â
Strike three.
Ms. Bellam was yelling now. âEthan, principalâs office, now!â
And that probably wouldâve been the better option, had he actually had a choice.
Milesâ movements were swift when he shot out of his seat, and the students in his way followed suit with yelps and gasps as they quickly removed themselves from the area. The desks blocking his pathway to pummeling the shit out of this kid loudly screeched against the schoolâs tile when they were shoved out of the way, and the one heâd mindlessly flipped over in his stampede proceeded to erupt the room into pure pandemonium.
One punch wouldâve been good enough, Miles knew that. But in this moment, thinking rationally was so far out of his reach he wouldâve missed it even if heâd jumped for it. Heâd swung a closed fist to Ethanâs jaw and knocked him to the floor with ease, then followed him down, sat on his chest and had the boyâs arms pinned under his knees so he couldnât protect his snobby-ass face. One punch wouldâve been good enough, but just two vehement blows later, the satisfying crack of a bone that wasnât his under Milesâ knuckles had him sending a few more into the reddened face of the boy beneath him, just to really get his point across.
âJesus Christâ Miles!â Ms. Bellman scrambled from her seat in a panic and rushed to fling the classroomâs door open, her desperate yells directed to anyone who mightâve been strolling the hallways. âWe need security in here! You-!â She pointed to a student with a bathroom pass. âGo get security, and tell them to come to room 205, now! Go!â
Everyone was yelling at once, but Miles couldnât hear anything other than the ringing of rage in his ears. Anger is only grief turned sourâ a terribly perilous thing to leave untreated.
Some of his classmates were frozen with shock, or fear, maybeâ hands clasped over their gaped mouths while others had their phones out with the camera app openâvampires for some good drama while they hooted and hollered at the most exciting thing theyâd seen this entire year.
âThatâs enough!â
Strong arms suddenly hooked under Milesâ armpits and prevented his fist from worsening the damage already done. Two male teachers from neighboring classrooms had rushed in and yanked him up and off Ethan, his hips bucking as he kicked his way up onto his feet. Milesâ chest expanded and collapsed with the weight of his heaving breaths, face flushed with the remnants of his lost temper as he directed his attention to Ethanâs friend, who looked like a deer in headlights.
âWhen your boy wake up, tell him watch his mouth next time!â
Miles didnât know why he was yelling. It was common knowledge that itâs pretty rare for someone whoâs unconscious to understand what youâre saying to them.
He didnât struggle when the two teachers dragged him away, but when they shoved him out the door and into the hall with more force than he thought necessary, he snatched his arms away from their grasp with a rolled shrug, and huffed a frustrated grunt about how he knew how to walk on his own.
â
The drive home was eerily silent. The radio hadnât been touched, and neither had Miles by his motherâs gaze the moment theyâd left the principalâs office after he received his verdict.
Out of school suspension. One week.
It was the best the administrative staff could do after Rio swallowed her pride and went as low as begging them not to expel her boy.
Slumped in the passenger seat with his hands in his lap, Miles didnât bother to look at the bruises he knew were forming on his knuckles. It was a familiar feeling, and at the moment he was more concerned with why it felt like his throat had been stuffed with cotton when he tried to talk.
âMamĂĄ, Iââ
âDo not. Speak.â Rioâs breath wavered, her hands clutching the wheel so hard she thought sheâd crush it. She tried not to let her voice break. âNot one word.â
Silence.
â
It all settled in as they climbed the stairwell, the images of what just happened flashing back in his mind every time he blinked; what heâd done playing over and over again in a continuous loop. The wooden railings creaked under the weight of his motherâs hand, and as she knowingly skipped the one that had weakened over the years, he knew the home that held every single emotion he tried to leave behind when he went to school was now just a few steps up.
Rioâs key twisted in the lock before she opened the door, and Miles followed behind her, shoulders slouched dispiritedly. He resembled something of a stray puppy; desperate for attention, but acceptant and grateful that it, as much of a nuisance as it may be, was being tolerated enough to stay on itâs finderâs heels.
He thought being scolded by his mother was bad, but the lack thereof was even worse. Her brows were clenched, and her conflicted yet somehow blank expression told him that she truly did not have any words for him as she leaned on the kitchen counter, hands clasped firmly around the edge so tightly her knuckles paled. She didnât even know where to start, and Miles didnât blame her. He refused to explain why heâd snapped when it was asked of him. When his motherâs widened eyes had pleaded with him to tell the principal what happened in that classroom that set him off in such a way, he didnât. He had no reason not to, at least one he could think of right now, but his voice just wouldnât allow it. Both in that office, and now in their kitchen, dimly lit by the warm light above the stove, the weight of his motherâs disappointment clung to the suffocating silence, like a fish to a hook and he just couldnât take it anymore.
âMamĂĄ, Iâm sorry.â He whispered in a quick breath, the lump in his throat painful when he swallowed it.
âGood money, Miles.â Rio shook her head, a hand coming up to rest over the rise and fall of her chest. âGood money! We paid good money to get you into that school, your dad and I. I work hard to keep you there and you justââ
Dad.
And the dam broke. Though its foundation wasnât very strong to begin withâ Milesâ shoulders crumbled under the weight of his actions and his tears flooded past his waterline with choked sobs that left no room for air.
Whatever Rio was going to say had been forgotten. The sight of her son sobbing in a way she hadnât seen since the night theyâd received the news immediately put a stop to her reprimanding. Now, she was truly worried.
âOh Miles, come come come,â She hastily tugged him into a hug and wrapped him firmly in her arms, her hands repeatedly rubbing up and down the expanse of his back. âÂżQuĂ© es Mijo? (what is it, son?) Talk to me. No te lo guardes, Âżrecuerda?â (no holding it in, remember?)
Miles could barely catch his breath, and somehow talking about it was just as painful as the ache that resided deep in his chest.
âIâIt was Dad, it was aboutââ a quick breath in split his sentence in half. âAbout Dad. He wasâtalking about what haâhappened and Iââ Miles tried for another, but it caught in his throat, ragged and choppy and had his ribcage stuttering from the lousy attempt to cease his hyperventilating. The fact that he couldnât get his words out uninterrupted only frustrated him more; only made him cry harder. He scrubbed at his tears with the back of his hand, but it was no use. He couldnât stop crying. Why couldnât he stop crying?
âHe saidââ Another wilted inhale, and a hiccup. âIt was aboâabout you, and it was terrible and Iâ I just, I got so angry, and I tried MamĂĄ, I did. But I couldnât andâand then I was on him and Iâm sorryââ
âShh, shh. Itâs okay, itâs okay.â Rio used a hand to bring his head into her shoulder, his cries muffled and his tears wetting the sleeve of her blouse as his rambling came to a halt. Miles clutched onto her tightly, arms round her waist as he fell apart in front of the woman whoâd tried her best to piece him back together.
âRespira, Mijo, respira⊠(breathe).â Rio whispered. âPlease.â Seeing her son so distraught had brought on tears of her own, but she shut her eyes, and tucked away her own feelings so she could focus on his. âItâs okay. Itâs alright.â
âBut youâre mad at me, I donât want you to be mad at meââ
Rio shook her head and tutted at him. âIâm not mad at you, papa. I understand. Okay? Iâm not angry. No.â She couldnât be upset with him for something like this, not when he could barely shelter himself from his own guilt.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay, baby. Iâve got you.â Miles was inconsolable as Rio continued rubbing his back, and her voice shook when she spoke, but she kept the uncertainty she held within her heart concealed from her promise to him.
âWeâre going to be okay.â
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*puts a sticker on your forehead*
#he has been gone for more than 170 days#im coping just fine why do you ask#where is he tho is he safe is he alright#note to self stop doing lineart when you havent even done the sketch#cody my beloved#commander cody#the clone wars#tcw#star wars#deckdraws
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4 Times Cody Felt Obi-wan Use the Force, and 1 Time it Was Someone Else
This is the first time Iâve published a fic! But I got very excited for Cody day and quickly finished up this little wip I had going.
Rating: T to be safe, Cody gets pretty injured at one point, but nothing is very graphic.
Light Codywan, about 4,900 words.
Iâm very new to this, please let me know if thereâs anything I should be tagging!
1.
Rex, Cody decided, was a liar. Rex had fought on Geonosis. He claimed the jedi were astonishing warriors, brilliant strategists, excellent all around.Â
Well, maybe the problem wasnât Rexâs integrity. After all, he hadnât met his general until after the Battle of Geonosis. And he had never met Codyâs for that matter.
Not that High General Kenobi wasnât an astonishing warrior, brilliant strategist, or seemingly excellent all around kind of guy. JustâŠSkywalker had gotten it somewhere, and âsomewhereâ was starting to sound a lot like âKenobi.â
The original plan had been solid. Cody honestly couldn't have improved upon it. The problem had come when the charges went off early, cutting off their narrow rock bridge back to the Negotiator and stranding Cody and the general on the other side.Â
Technically that wasnât the generalâs fault. But if they had left a few minutes earlierâŠ
âIâve got an idea.â
Codyâs musing was interrupted by the general, who was staring off the edge of the cliff into the mist.Â
âSir?â
âThe canyon leads back around to the rendezvous point, itâs just a few kliks further.â
Cody stared at him. He couldn't really meanâ
The general looked up serenely. âWeâll have to jump.â
Cody peered down into the mist. The ground was not visible. âSir, we have no idea how far down it is.â
âItâs perfectly alright Commander. Just a slight detour.â
Sensible, Rex had said. Theyâre good leaders, they think things through. Cody was never listening to a word his brother said again.Â
Blaster fire sounded somewhere behind them. Kenobi smiled. âNow or never, Commander. Iâll go first, wait about 10 seconds and then jump.âÂ
Before Cody could protest, he was gone. Kriff. His general had just committed suicide rather than be taken by the enemy and expected Cody to follow. This couldnât be what the Kaminoans meant when they said good soldiers followed orders. What the kriff!Â
âJump, Commander!â The generalâs voice floated up from below, almost like it was too far to be heard properly. Had he even heard it at all?
A full platoon of droids appeared behind him. Cody glanced at them, weighed his options, cursed his short existence, his general, and Rex for good measure, then jumped.
He plummeted through the mist, tense, waiting for the crunch of his bones against the rocky floor. But before he could reach the bottom, the air seemed to condense around him. It was as though time slowed down. The mist thickened, and it nearly felt like he fell softly into a net, like he was still in drop training. Something felt familiar about it. Like someone he knew, orâ
The mist cleared and there, a few feet below him was General Kenobi, hand outstretched and brow furrowed in concentration. Gently, he lowered Cody until his feet were on the ground, and the strange feeling surrounding him dissipated.
Kenobi grinned. âSee? Perfectly fine.â
Cody could only nod vaguely, slightly stunned. âYesâŠ.ah, sir.â
âNow come on, we donât want to keep our men waiting, do we?â
Cody smiled, and despite his bucket still being on his head, it felt like Kenobi knew. âNo, sir.â
2.
Cody jolted awake, his comm blaring. It was his off shift, and they were slow traveling through neutral space. What could have possibly happened in the few short hours he had to sleep? He scrubbed a hand over his face and glanced to his left, where his chest plate was floating next to the lumpy pillow fromâ
Hang on.Â
Suddenly very awake, Cody surveyed the room to discover that something had happened to the artificial gravity on the ship and he was now floating in the middle of his quarters surrounded by his own armor and meager belongings.Â
Just great.Â
Iâm assigning every man in maintenance to latrines for a month if this is someoneâs idea of a practical joke.Â
Cody located his comm, floating a few meters away near the door. Angling himself that way, he kicked his feet and swam the best he could with his arms. After a few minutes, he managed to grab it and stop the infernal beeping.Â
âGo for Cody,â he snapped.Â
âAh! Commander, sorry to wake you. We have a bit of aâŠsituation.â
âYou donât say.â
He could practically hear the smile in Kenobiâs voice. âYes, well, if you could meet me on the bridge?â
Cody rolled his eyes. âYes, sir.â
Putting on his armor proved to be quite a challenge when all of it was floating in a different corner of the room. Cody ended up kicking off every wall, and the ceiling several times just to get kitted up. It took far longer than normal. Every time he wasnât intentionally moving, he was drifting.Â
Slapping the control for the door while speeding at it was probably not the best strategy, but luckily it opened before he could slam into it. Then Cody began the arduous task of propelling himself to the bridge. Eventually he settled into a bit of a rhythm: kick off a doorway or wall, attempt to âswimâ the right direction, then give up and desperately flap about until the destination was reached. Rinse and repeat.Â
The way to the bridge passed the mess hall, as well as several busy corridors. He passed brothers who seemed to be moving with ease through the space, tumbling slowly through the air, gliding from one doorway to the next. He passed Waxer and Boil as he flailed his way past the mess, both of whom took one look at him and burst out laughing.Â
KP for a week shut them up quickly enough.Â
When the bridge was finally in sight, Cody had just about had enough. The door slid open to admit him, presenting one of the strangest things he had ever seen.Â
The bridge was the picture of order. Officers floated near their work stations, calmly anchoring themselves with one hand or foot tucked into a chair or railing. As he watched, an engineer pushed off the central holo table and soared gracefully to the hyperdrive console, inputting numbers from above with ease.Â
At the center of it all, floating upside down with his robes billowing around him like a flower, was General Kenobi. When he saw Cody, gripping the doorway for dear life and gaping beneath his helmet, Kenobi smiled and lifted a hand, beginning to slowly turn himself upright to his usual spot on the walkway.Â
Cody gave himself a little shove, aimed for his typical spot next to the general, and crossed his fingers.Â
âGood to have you, Commander. As you can see, we got into a minor skirmish with a passing neutral envoy. We came to a temporary truce, but Iâm still in discussion with them to see if they will continue to attempt to blow us out of the sky. One of their shots knocked out our artificial gravity.â
Cody was struggling to keep himself near the general. His initial push had gotten him nearly where he wanted to be, but he was drifting forward. He tucked in slightly, trying to roll himself back.
âI would like your opinion on a plan of attack should it be necessary. Over half the battalion is on rest right now, and Iâd hate to rouse them.â
His roll had failed. Now Cody was drifting upwards to Kenobiâs right, slowly turning away from him. Letting out a frustrated groan, Cody attempted to twist himself back to rights.Â
âOne option would be toâ Cody?â
âSorry, sir. Give me a minute.â He renewed his twisting efforts with more vigor. How was Kenobi staying in one place whenâ oh. The kriffing force. âGeneral, uh. Would you mindâ?â
âOh! My apologies Cody. Yes, one moment.â
A light, warm pressure materialized at his right hip, then his left, and he began to turn to face the general and drift down to stand next to him. It was almost as if someone had put their handâ no, not someone. Kenobi. It was most definitely Kenobiâs hands resting comfortably at Codyâs waist, and now anchoring him to the floor. He turned to look at the general, and found his face much closer than expected, eyes seeming to bore right through his visor.
Cody felt his face heat under his bucket. âUh. Yes. Thank you, sir.â
The general cleared his throat. Was it Codyâs imagination, or was he blushing too? âOf course, commander. Canât have you floating away, now, can we?â
Force-Kenobiâs hands stayed comfortably at Codyâs sides the rest of the battle, and CodyâŠfound he didnât really mind.Â
3.
His ears were ringing. Cody blinked, trying to clear his vision. Whatâ?
There was a blast somewhere to his right. Instinctively, he tried to curl up to protect his head. Fire erupted across his left side, shoulder to knee, ripping a ragged scream from his throat. He flopped back onto his back, gasping for air. He must have been hit by a blast earlier. No way to tell how long ago.
âThere!â
A med speeder pulled up next to him, and Neat, one of their junior medics hopped off.
âDonât worry commander, weâve got you.â
Last I remember Obiâ the general was by me. The thought sent adrenaline spiking through his veins, pain forgotten.
âNeat.â
âSir?â
âTheâŠthe general, heââ
âHeâs safe, sir, please donât move.â
Neat began running a scanner down his side, but Cody needed visual confirmation on Obi-wan. Obi-wan. He had asked him to call him Obi-wan, alone in his quarters, just a week earlier. If something had happened to him before Cody could figure outâ
âCody!â
Obi-wan came skidding to a halt next to their little party and dropped to his knees beside Cody. âThere you are,â he panted. âNeat?â
Neat scowled. âHe wonât lie still,â he griped, as Cody pushed up on his elbows to check if Obi-wan was hurt. âSir, pleaseââ
Finishing his once-over of Obi-wan (a few scratches and bruises but otherwise unharmed, unfairly he seemed to be glowing slightly in the setting sun), Cody finally let himself relax. âSorry, Neat. Go ahead.â
As Neat did his scan, Obi-wan sent him a slightly reproachful look. âYou took the brunt of the blast, Commander, not me. Iâm perfectly fine.â He glanced at Codyâs side, brow furrowing.
The pain was starting to creep back, like several hot pokers lined up against his side. Cody leaned his head back against the ground. âHad to be sure. Couldnât remember.â
Obi-wan frowned, looking even more worried, and the scanner beeped to indicate a finished report.Â
Neat swore. âThereâs a lot of shrapnel in his side. Heâs loosing a lot of blood. I need to remove what I can to staunch the bleeding now and then get him back to base to get the rest out. Possibly put him in bacta.â
Cody was starting to get worried. He tried to look down at the wound, but Obi-wan stopped him with a gentle hand under his chin. âItâll be fine, Cody.â
Cody. Theyâd agreed no first names during battle (though Cody wasnât counting the sanctity of his own mind, the one thing that was truly his own), if Obi-wan was calling him Cody, it was bad.
âGeneral, Iâm going to start operating, I might need you to help hold him down.â
Obi-wan shifted, taking Codyâs right hand in his own and holding tight. âReady.â
Cody braced himself, but when Neat first started prodding at his knee he couldnât hold back the grunt, gripping Obi-wanâs hand and twitching away from the pain. Neat waiting half a second, then started back in. Every touch felt like a brand, or like the time he had picked up the wrong end of a smoking blaster as a cadet. There were tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.Â
Obi-was rested his arm across Codyâs chest to keep him still.
Neat continued his field surgery. âThis oneâs in deeper. Take a breath, commander.â
Cody tried to do as he was told, but it was like a lance shot through his thigh. He bucked against Obi-wanâs hold, and Neat swore again as everything was jostled.
âGeneral,â Neat pleaded.Â
âOne moment.â Obi-wan shifted, moving so Codyâs head was resting on his knees. âIâm going to try something different. Cody?â
Cody nodded, hissing through his teeth, trying to ride out the pain. He watched above him as Obi-wan closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath.
The strange sensation of the air solidifying around him that Cody was beginning to recognize as the force surrounded him. A warm feeling, like a heavy, plush blanket pressed down around him. Experimentally, he tried to shift his right leg, and found that aside from breathing, he couldnât move at all.
Itâs should have alarmed him. But the soft, warm feeling wasnât suffocatingâŠit was comforting. It felt familiar, like the net had, and the hands when the artificial gravity had been broken. Like he was wrapped in a blanket of Obi-wan, or his presence, or something. He vaguely registered Obi-wan telling Neat to continue. Obi-wan rested one hand on the side of Codyâs head, cradling his face, the other supporting the back of his head, and Cody let himself relax into the touch.
The pain was still there, in his leg, now moving up toward his hip, but it seemedâŠmuted. He blinked up at Obi-wan, the picture of serenity.
Alright?
If he could have, Cody would have jumped at Obi-wanâs voice in his head. But it just seemedâŠnatural.
Yes, he thought.
Sorry, I should have asked if this was okay. I was worried.
Itâs okay. ItâsâŠnice, actually.
Neat had reached his side now, the familiar cool feeling of bacta covering his thigh. One tug made Cody flinch, and the force-blanket pressed down a little tighter, like he was wrapped up in a bedroll.
The warm, safe feeling was still present all over, but it was starting to condense in one spot, right at the base of his skull, under Obi-wanâs finger. A little bright spot, almost like someone had turned on a light in his brain somehow. It felt right though, especially in his slightly woozy state, so Cody didnât question it.
Obi-wan and Neat were talking above him, but Cody couldnât quite make out the words. That was alright, he thought. They would take care of him. Obi-wan said something that almost looked like âsleep.â
A nap didnât really sound bad. Maybe heâd just shut his eyes for a few minutes. Obi-wan smiled down at him.
Iâll be there when you wake up.
And he was. Everything back to normal. The blanket-feeling was gone. But if Cody really concentrated, he could still feel that little spark in the base of his skull. The little spark that felt like Obi-wan.
4.
At this point, Cody wasnât even surprised when he and Obi-wan were separated from the rest of the men during the battle. This time, it had been a strange feeling in the force that Obi-wan had insisted on following, leading them through a strange cave system in the middle of the gigantic jungle that may have once been a temple of some kind. It had allowed them to sneak behind enemy lines and take out the tactical droid, allowing the 212th to finish the battle with relative ease, however, the feeling had also gone away quickly after, and Cody was beginning to think Obi-wan did not, as he claimed, remember the way back.
âThe left tunnel. Iâm sure of it.â
âAre you sure we havenât been this way before, sir?â
âI thought we agreed on first names when we were alone, Cody.â Obi-wan set off down the left tunnel.
Cody snorted, but followed him, helmet clacking against his thigh plate where it was clipped at his hip. âWe did. However we are technically on duty, and youâre being a stubborn bantha. Sir.â
Obi-wan turned with an expression of mock outrage. âMe? Stubborn? My dear commander, I have no idea what youâre talking about. Have you no faith in me?â
He gestured in front of them, and sure enough, there was finally light at the end of the tunnel. Cody just shook his head, smiling.
They emerged into the massive, muggy jungle and Cody immediately booted up his comm and nav, which hadnât been working in the caverns anyway. The map of the surface he had downloaded popped up, with the little orange beacon marking their base. Several kliks away.Â
âI thought we entered the caves just a klik from camp?â
Obi-wan frowned. âWe did. Where are we now?â
Cody lifted his arm to show him. âYouâre sure you didnât get turned around in there?â
âOf course not, clearly the caves changed,â Obi-wan said primly. âWell, I suppose we could go back in.â
âAbsolutely not. We are staying out here and following the route back. Itâs the same distance, just with sunlight.â
They walked in companionable silence through the giant trees for a while, stopping every so often to check the map. They must have passed at least a dozen trees with trunks so wide Cody couldnât see the other side before he broke the silence.
âObi-wan, can I ask you something?â The other man nodded. âA little while back, when I was injured and youâŠhelped Neat operate, I think something else might have happened.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhile you wereâŠtalking in my head, it started to feel like there wasâŠa spot. A light? A little patch of warmth, right at the base of my skull. And afterwards, when I was out of bacta, it was still there. It is still there. At first I thought maybe it was something medical, but Neat scanned me again and said everything was normal. The more I thought about it, the more I tried toâŠinteract with it, I guess, the more I realizedâŠit feel like you. Like you inside my head somehow.â
Obi-wan looked pensive. âFascinating.â
âDo you know what it is? It doesnât feel harmful.â
They waded through a small stream, and Obi-wan offered Cody his hand to pull him up onto the far bank.
âIn the Jedi Order, master and padawan pairs typically form a force bond. A link that lets them communicate directly with each other, often feel what the other is feeling, form a deeper relationship with that person. Usually, itâs only possible for someone force sensitive to form bonds.â
Cody pushed a branch out of their way as they climbed over some roots. He could see where this was going. âBut clones arenât force sensitive, soâŠthatâs not what this is.â
Obi-wan hummed. âIâve heard of a few rare exceptions. The force is in all things, Cody.â
After a few minutes, Cody worked up the courage to ask. âDo you feel anything? In your head?â
âItâs difficult to tell. I do feel quite strongly about you, but I can feel you externally in the force. I also have several other bonds. Anakin and I never fully dissolved our training bond, and I have a small bond with Ashoka as well. I have a different type of bond with Quinlan, and sometimes I can still feel the remains of my bond with Qui-gon. I suspect it would be easier to tell if we communicated through the force but you and I never seem to have the need,â he said, smiling gently at Cody.
Cody smiled back, and some of the anxiety he hadnât even realized he was feeling melted away. He glanced down at his map. âShould be just over this ridge.â
They came over the top of the hill together, and Cody had to bite back a groan of frustration. In front of them was a downed tree, one of the super massive ones with the unimaginably wide trunks. The sun was going down. They didnât have time to go around, and the trunk was so high Cody wasnât sure they could climb over. His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution.
âAh,â Obi-wan said, surveying the surrounding area. âI suppose we have to guess which was is shorter. We went left before, this time maybe we goââ
âThrow me.â
âIâm sorry?â
Cody grinned. âWe go straight over. I run, and jump, and you throw me. Then you leap over after. We use the force.â
Obi-wan grinned back. âI donât always say I believe in destiny, but surely Cody, you were sent to me straight from the force. Ready?â
Cody backed up, setting his stance. He was going to aim right for the center of the span of trunk in front of them. He nodded to Obi-wan, then took off running. Once he had reached top speed, he leapt into the air, and watched the trunk fly closer to his face untilâ
A warm, sweet smelling breeze, like freshly brewed tea swept him up, carrying him up, up, and over the trunk. He was so high the LAAT/is at the base below him looked like small animals, surrounded by swarms of tiny ant-troopers packing up to fly back to the Negotiator. Laughing, Cody did a somersault in the air as he flew over the tree, then spread his arms like he was parachuting and let the Obi-wan-wind carry him all the way to the ground, where he tumbled into the grass, still giddy.
A moment later, Obi-wan landed, cat-like, next to him, and helped him to his feet, laughing and pushing wind-swept hair out of his eyes.Â
âYouâre right commander, that was much more fun than going around.â
+ 1
Cody crept through the hallway, blaster pointed ahead of him. A light flashed on his HUD, Boil checking in. Waxer was due in 5 minutes, then Wooley. Theyâd set up a rotating check in system as they fanned out to scour the seemingly abandoned ship theyâd been sent to investigate. If you asked Cody, splitting up was just asking for trouble, especially since no one was with his trouble magnet of a general. But it was the quickest way to get them out of here, so heâd acquiesced.Â
Something rattled behind a door as he passed. He sighed, then pressed himself up against the wall, out of sight, and keyed the door open. Nothing jumped out, so he peeked around the corner.
It was a medium sized storage bay, and he was suddenly very thankful his door was obscured by crates, as he could hear vague voices coming from somewhere else in the room. The door slid silently shut behind him as he slipped in, trying to find a vantage point to see who was there through the crates.
He found a reasonably defendable spot in the corner and considered updating his men, but when he brought up his comm system it was like there was some sort of interference. Strange. No matter, they had his last location and his next check in was in only a few minutes, so someone would come join him eventually.
Through a gap in the crates, he could just make out two figures, one in a cloak and speaking to another cloaked figure whoâ oh. One figure, one hologram. Strange. Theyâd found no sign of crew aboard this vessel. He turned up his mic, trying to make out what they were saying.
â...plan has worked perfectly. Theyâve already arrived,â the hologram was saying.
âThen they will soon be dead,â the other replied, and Codyâs blood ran cold. He suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about this mission. He knew that voice.
âI will leave you to your work.â The figure standing in the cargo bay removed her hood and knelt, confirming Codyâs suspicion.
Ventress.
Kriff. He had to get out of here, or signal his men, Obi-wan. He checked the time. His check in had passed two minutes ago, theyâd be getting worried now. Slightly frantic, he tapped at his comm, willing it to work. What was the point of the kriffing antenna on his shoulder if he couldnât get through? He remembered what Wolffe had looked like when he visited him in the med center after his encounter with Ventress. He couldnât face her alone.Â
The crates surrounding him suddenly blasted away, leaving him exposed in his little corner. Cody looked up to find Ventress stalking straight towards him.
âPoor little clone, where did your friends go?â
Cody leapt to his feet, blaster already primed to shoot, when a wall of pure something slammed into him, forcing him to drop his blaster and throwing him against the wall behind him. Immediately he scrambled to get up, but Ventress threw one hand out, and a freezing cold vice closed around his throat, lifting him off the ground.
He clawed at the invisible grip, but there was nothing there. He choked, straining to get a breath, but it was pointless. She dragged him through the air, until he was just a few inches from her face. Codyâs bucket floated itself off his head, flying away and clattering to the ground somewhere. The pressure on his neck eased ever so slightly, and Cody sucked in as much air as he could before it tightened again.
âArenât you a handsome one?â Ventress crooned, tracing one fingernail down his scar in a grotesque facsimile of how Obi-wan sometimes did whenâ focus, Cody. âNow. As much as Iâd love to just kill you and get on with it, you know what part of the ship our dear Kenobi is on, donât you?â
Cody tried to jerk away from the clawed fingers tracing his temples, but found the ice cold vice had spread to his entire body. He could breathe now, barely, but he couldnât move even a single muscle. It was nothing like when Obi-wan had used the force around him before. That wasâŠgentle, personal, it felt safe. This was anything but. Never before had Cody understood the raw power force users had at their disposal. It wanted to rip him limb from limb. Fear gnawed at his stomach. If only his comm had workedâ
âSomewhere in that head of yours, we just have to find it.â
In his head. That was it! Desperately, as Ventress bared her teeth, Cody reached for the last warm spot on his beingâ a force bond, Obi-wan had called it. HELP, he thought, OBIâ
Pain like he had never felt erupted from his temples, and he vaguely registered Ventress laughing as twin ice picks drove themselves through his skull, behind his eyes, in his brain, in whatever it was inside him that made him, him.Â
Cody screamed, frozen in the air, no way to escape as she tore through his mind, looking for whatever it was she wanted, Cody couldnât remember any more. There was only the freezing, burning pain.
It could have been hours, could have been minutes, but without warning, the pain stopped, and Cody found himself flying through the air and into the far wall. Pressure like a million duracrete bricks immobilized him a few feet off the ground, limbs splayed out like a pinned bug. Blinking the haze out of his eyes, he was confronted with two blurry forms whirling around the room; red and blue lights flashing. As his vision finally cleared he could make out Ventress, locked in combat withâ
Thank the stars, Obi-wan. There was a fierce expression on his face as he met Ventress blow for blow. As Cody watched, Obi-wan glanced his way for a split second, then went back to the fight with renewed vigor. Unable to do anything, Cody found his eyes drifting shut.
He woke a short time later when he tumbled to the ground in a heap, the force holding him to the wall having vanished. Obi-wan was hurrying over to him from across the room, Ventress presumably having run away. Cody groaned.
âFull evac, effective immediately. Iâll meet you back at the ship with the commander,â Obi-was was saying into his comm, several tinny âyessirsâ echoing out of it.Â
âCody, are you alright?â
Cody carefully felt along his throat with one hand. âFine, I think. Howââ he grimaced. His body felt like one giant bruise. He was still freezing. âHow did you find me?â
Obi-was smiled wanly. âYou called. I suppose it is a force bond, and does work both ways, though I can think of several other ways we could have tested it without you being in mortal peril.â
âIâll try to remember that for next time.â
Obi-wan shook his head, reaching one hand out to the side. Codyâs bucket flew into it like it was magnetized, and Obi-wan carefully fit it back over his head, then gently pulled him to his feet. Cody half-expected Obi-wan to call on the force and simply levitate him back to their ship, but instead he hefted Codyâs over his shoulder and wrapped his own around his waist. His other hand came up to support Codyâs chest.
Cody leaned into him as they trudged back to the ship, letting Obi-wan take a fair amount of his weight.
âFor the record,â he said, âI like it much better when youâre the one throwing me around with the force.â
âCareful commander,â Obi-wan teased, raising an eyebrow, âIf someone hears you say that they might get the wrong idea.â
Cody glared at him, and concentrated all his effort on lifting one arm to smack him lightly in the chest. Obi-wan laughed, and Cody felt the world slide back into place around him.
âBut yes, Cody, I much prefer that also.â
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