#because cody is a person. but at the same time: he's the perfect soldier.

[seriowan]

hiii could you do prompt 29 with with cody?

masterlist ♡ from this prompt list prompt: (29) Not accepting that it’s time to start the day, and pinning them onto the mattress with either your whole body, a leg, or more risque touches.

cw/tw: fluff, slight innuendo, spicy kisses, sleepy cody word count: 2k note: i realize now that i write until my brain turns to dust because i have no self-control when it comes to word count. that being said, i loved writing this so much because i don't usually write for cody so i love any chance to get to write him. enjoy fluffy morning cody <3 (banner by me!)

morning knight - cody x female!AFAB reader

He almost didn’t come home. 

   You were afraid — too afraid to admit it to him. Too afraid to admit that you had sat in front of the door every single hour on the days he didn’t show up. You cried; threw a tantrum; angrily talked on your comm-link to whoever lent an ear… You grew more and more uncertain, more and more afraid that the person behind the door would be Rex with a grieving look in his eyes.

   Then he showed up. 

   Tired, beaten, bruised beyond comparison — alive. Cody found you asleep on the couch, nightgown underneath an extra black t-shirt from his barracks. He smiled when he bowed and greeted you with a kiss on your tear-stained cheek. 

You woke. You cried. You took him to your bed where you showed him how much you missed him. He ate, washed, and like a setting sun, he retired to the bed where he slept peacefully.

Soundless, motionless, like a rock thrown into the ocean. He hardly moved, hardly shuffled, but you stayed awake. If you really closed your eyes and tried to rest, you felt fear nip at your chest, warding you awake with nightmares that Cody would be gone when you opened your eyes. 

      The hours clocked by and you remained watchful, stifled by the fear that he would leave; soothed by the fact that he was there. As he slept, shirtless and in a pair of black shorts, you traced every spot of bare skin, reminding yourself that his warmth wasn’t a trick of your mind.

The blanket shifted when you’d move, exposing his arms and the broad expanse of his back, scarred and bruised, indented with the creases of his armor. His face twitched with the slightest expressions of sleepy discomfort; lips parting to suck in a breath before exhaling slowly.  

   As the hours ebbed into the morning, you shifted until Cody’s head laid comfortably on your stomach. Your leg was thrown over his hip, holding him close enough for you to feel every breath, every sigh, every twitch, and sleepy murmur. 

   You couldn’t help but run your open hands across his broad back. He smelled more like himself than he did with his armor on — a blend of fresh linen and citrus. Large, calloused hands palmed your body, seeking comfort in the warmth of your heated skin. Soft, deep breaths showed you his peace; his sense of belonging in your arms. 

   You fit together like two perfect pieces of chiseled marble — two bodies shaped by the same hands and placed together to make a magnificent sculpture. A knight in yellow and white armor with his sleeping beauty.

   But your knight, your brave and selfless soldier, slept contently in your arms as if he fought every battle just to spend the night right there. Like every breath that left his battle-worn lungs was dedicated to you; the touches that you graced his battle-worn skin; the kisses that you peppered onto his cracked and bloodied lips; the soft eyes that soothed the tension from the battlefield. 

   On nights like these, it seemed as if he would wipe his mind clear of everything but you — every scar, bruise, and mark that reminded him of the war; every memory that haunted him at night. It was your touch that comforted him to sleep in safety; the smell of your skin that replaced sour blaster smoke. You warded away his nightmares with a simple whisper of love, a dedicated kiss against his lips. 

   But even the most tender moments can come to an end. 

   The brain-jarring buzz of an alarm was your loud and condemning sign of your ended dream. Cody, still wrapped in your arms and lying his head on your stomach, twitched as you stretched towards the nightstand and shut off the flashing chrono. The room went silent but the damage was done. 

   Cody slowly shifted off of your stomach and onto his side of the bed. Golden eyes flickered open, hazy with sleep and fatigue as they dart across the ceiling before settling on you. As every other morning, his lips curled in the softest smile the moment he saw you. 

   His voice was husky and coarse with sleep as he said, “G’morning, beautiful.” 

   “Hey, sleepyhead,” you murmured, turning onto your side to face him. You scooched closer, enough to rub the tip of your nose against his jawline. The comforting scent of his skin mingled with your shared sheets made you shut your eyes and inhale contently. “You slept like a rock last night. Consider me impressed.” 

   He huffed a breathy laugh, rubbing his fingertips into his eyes. “Our last tour was our longest. I’ve got nothing but reports to fill out today — K.I.A’s, M.I.A’s, evaluation logs…” 

   He shut his eyes and exhaled through puffed lips. Softly frowning, you ran your fingertips up his arm, nails leaving goosebumps as you reached the back of his neck and began to play with his hair — a sensation that immediately relieved his tension and made his shoulders sag.

   “I need to go,” he begrudgingly sighed, “Before you make me fall back asleep.” 

   You hooked your leg over his hip, pulling him in closer. “Is that so bad? C’mon, when was the last time you called in sick?” 

   He gave you a curious look and you flushed, dropping your forehead against his chest. “That was stupid. Sorry.” 

   You felt his hand snake up your neck, cupping the side of your face to arch it upwards. He lowered his head, surprising you with a delicate, lingering morning kiss. You dissolved into his touch, sighing into his mouth when he pulled away just far enough to rest his forehead against your own. 

   “If I could spend the rest of my life in this bed with you, I would…but I have to go fill out those reports, princess.” 

   You huffed in disappointment. With a swing of your hips, you flipped Cody onto his back, settling comfortably on his waist. Fingers locked around his wrists, pinning them into the pillows. You lowered your face close to his, lips hovering over his own as you murmured with a touch of playful bitterness, “It’s not fair. How come the GAR gets you more than I do? Let me file a complaint — call it a concerned citizen’s statement. Think Fox’ll slip it to Senator Amidala?” 

   Cody smiled lazily, eyes flickering across your face before settling on your lips. He licked his own, chuckled, and kissed you with the fervency of a man in love. You giggled into his lips as they smashed against yours, hands leaving his wrists to comb through his hair while his freed fingers snaked up your bare thighs, teasing their path up to the hem of your nightgown. He smiled when you laughed and chuckled when you twitched at the ticklish fingers against your ribs.

Just as his hands reached for the hem of your gown, the com-link on the nightstand began to buzz. 

   Cody immediately grabbed your hips and swung you to your side of the mattress. You hit the pillows, yelping in surprise. With a dramatic wave, he tossed the blankets off of himself and over your own body, effortlessly moving to the edge of the bed as he answered the call. 

   “I’m here,” he said gruffly, brows furrowed as if he hadn’t looked years earlier while giggling at your ticklish spasms.

The change made you frown — a look that didn’t last long as you devised a playful plan in your head. Creeping onto your hands and knees, you inched towards his back and stood up to your knees, looping an arm over his shoulder while the other hooked underneath his armpit. 

   He sighed, eyes rolling as you began to playfully bite and kiss him. First on his neck then on his shoulder and down to his bicep. A shake of his arm was his only sign of bother as he continued talking, but he made no effort to shoo you away. You even caught the twitch of his lip as he tried to hide his smirk.

   The comm crackled, catching his silence. “Cody?” 

   “I agree with the plans, General Kenobi,” he said absentmindedly, huffing when you crawled over his lap. Silently warning you with a pointed look, you sat on his thighs and sagged against him, cheek against his shoulder.

   His fingers slowly caressed up and down your back. Soothing goosebumps trickled down your arms as a warm comfort ignited in your chest. The sleep that you had avoided came barrelling back for revenge. You tried to fight it away by forcing your eyes open but Cody’s fingertips were making your eyelids heavier with each passing moment. 

   “Right away,” he concluded, pausing his movements on your spine to run his fingers through your hair. Apologetic eyes met your own and you nodded in understanding. He smiled, noting the lethargic haze of sleep, and gently kissed your forehead. “I’ll have those reports for you by tonight, sir.” 

   “Ah, before I forget — hello there, darling,” a smooth voice said through the comm.

   Cody’s chest vibrated with an amused hum as you bashfully hid your face against his chest, murmuring, “Good morning, Master Kenobi. I hope the Force has kept you alive and well.” 

   “As well as it can, my dear. My apologies for intruding so early in the morning. Commander, I will see you soon.” 

   Cody bid his farewell and set the com on the nightstand. Wide arms wrapped around you, caging you to his chest as he craned his neck to kiss your forehead. Lips lingered as he mumbled in a questioning tone, “A kiss before I go, princess?” 

   You tilted your head and with a teasing smile, sighed dramatically. “If I must—” 

   Every word was lost to a muffled hum when he interrupted you with his lips. The kiss was fierce, joyful and full of a young love that left your toes curling and your cheeks flushing pink. Hands palmed your thighs, keeping you up as he turned and placed your back against the mattress. Temptation drove your fingers through his hair, drawing a breathy noise from his lips as he fisted the mattress on both sides of your head. 

   “Sweetheart…” he warned lowly, eyes flickering up to the nightstand. You cupped his face, thumbing his bottom lip as you turned his attention back towards you. 

   “I know," you muttered. “I know. Try to stop by for dinner? I don’t want to eat alone now that you’re back.” 

   He nodded, kissing your forehead. 

   “I love you,” you whispered softly, tracing the scar on his temple.

His eyes softened, filling with a gentle pride that returned each time you said those three words. It was as if he’d forget that you loved him enough to say it aloud. That somewhere within your big heart, a special part was dedicated just to him — a part of you that loved, cared, and worried every morning and night; a part that avoided the moments lost in sleep just to feel the warmth of the scarred body that he had dragged through hell and back. 

   With a bow of his head, Cody nestled his nose along your cheekbone and breathed deeply. You couldn’t help but smile, arching your chin as he dragged his nose over your jawline and down your neck. After a second of silence, he pressed his forehead to yours before pecking your lips softly. 

   “I love you too,” he said just as gently, lifting his head to give you a heart-stopping gaze of adoration. 

   You watched, hiding your sadness as he stood from the bed and picked up the pieces of armor discarded on the ground, clipping them on one by one. When it came to his helmet, he looked at it, paused, then looked back up, offering you a gentle smile. Instead of putting it on, he hooked it underneath his arm.

   Pressing your fingertips to your lips, you blew him a kiss, giggling when he bowed at the waist — your departing knight. 

   “I’ll see you tonight, princess,” he promised, eyes warm and bright like the sunburst on his armor. 

   You bit your lip, nodding.

   “I’ll be waiting.” 

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[brittababbles]

Holy shit.

I’m high so bare with me.

Omega is definitely force sensitive.

I have a new theory about order 66

The chip causes permanent disassociation. Assuming the chip works correctly, or is present at all, it forces the clone to suddenly recall what was functionally a repressed memory that the Jedi were traitors. A fact that would be very horrible if you’ve bonded with a Jedi, as we see the clones do throughout The Clone Wars. We see how close Anakin and Ahsoka are with Rex. We see Obi Wan’s fondness for (and arguably romantic feelings toward) Cody. Now imagine you suddenly know beyond the shadow of a doubt that that person is secretly fighting for the enemy you were raised to believe was evil. How angry would you be? Would you be angry enough to kill?

Crosshair’s fires erratically. He experiences a full disassociation that forgets everything that has happened since leaving Kamino as a cadet. That’s why he didn’t immediately kill Caleb Dunne/Kannan Jarrus when he heard the trigger phrase “Activate Order 66”.

He spends chunks of time in his pre-existing personality at the beginning of the series then his chip’s effects are cranked up to 1000 and he has this sense of knowing that the Jedi are traitors well beyond any way he’s ever known anything before. It’s true in his bones, and his brothers know it too, because they’re good soldiers like him. But Crosshair doesn’t exactly have reigns on his temper, and he’s frustrated with Hunter and Tech and Wrecker. Why are they fighting this? It’s so obvious, to Crosshair, that the emperor is right and the Jedi need to be dead. Because thats what he was built to believe. That’s what the chip tells him. That good soldiers follow orders.

The rest of the group don’t have functioning chips.

Whatever modifications were done to Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter in their brains. I’m pretty sure that whatever they did to Crosshair as an embryo was mostly done in his eyes.

Hunter has enhanced senses (though his vision is nothing on Crosshair. I’ll get to that in a minute). Hunter was built from scratch to be able to track, and notice ambush. The field commander. He was built to be in command of the squad. The captain or commander under their Jedi. He’s the Rex to a possible Jedi commander. A good leader, paternal toward his squad. Hunter’s skill set is to serve as the person who has everyone’s back. All the time. He’s supposed to take care of his men. He’s in charge, sort of. This is where a lot of the conflict between Hunter and Crosshair originates. Hunter was born to have their backs. Crosshair, however, wants that person to be him so badly.

Tech has an intensely powerful memory. He seems to interpret this to mean he’s smarter than the others, but nah, he just never forgets anything. Ever. He remembers everything in precise, clear, perfect detail. Always. Perfect for a scout, and a medic, and a pilot. He never forgets how to do anything once he learns it. He’s flexible, mentally and physically. He’s good with his hands and can create a little gadget out of nothing. You need a fixer on a team like this. Tech is your man.

Wrecker is exceptionally strong and durable. He was designed to take fire, to be able to shield his teammates with his body. He was then trained in hand to hand combat and explosives. So making his skin incredibly difficult to pierce would be important. He’d need to be able to take a blast, a blaster bolt, an attacking animal. He’s the muscle. Doesn’t mean he isn’t smart - I do think he has a bit of a traumatic brain injury from an injury sustained doing that job, where he lost an eye. He has the same synthetic eye as Wolffe, similar erratic behaviors as Gregor. Whatever happened to Wrecker was bad. He’s since been patched up. But Wrecker’s easy come easy go personality never wavered. It can’t when your job is to act like a human shield all the time.

Messing with their brains messed with their chips. They didn’t develop fully. Other parts of their brains are massively enhanced - Tech’s memory, Hunter’s senses, Wrecker’s ability to tolerate pain. But those chips are pretty well destroyed from the outset. Still there. Still possibly a threat until they have them removed. But nonfunctional. (Echo’s on the other hand, has been removed completely, purely by chance, while he was in captivity)

And Crosshair? Crosshair is a sniper. What does a sniper need more than anything to be the best marksman ever? Really, just superior eyesight. Crosshair’s eyesight must be insane. He can probably see at 500 feet what the average person sees at 3. He notices movements nobody else would see. He can probably see any wavelength, and in the dark, and possibly be able to see heat. But nobody ever asks him how he literally sees the world, and given him any basis for comparison. Imagine if you were a clone cadet and your three brothers got - what look like - magical superpowers. But your magical power is just the ability to see a little better than they can. Big whoop, eh? No wonder Crosshair has anger issues.

This was the original model of a smooth working squad, that was meant to be handed to a Jedi to command. Shaak Ti designed this squad, probably based on what she felt through the force from the other Jedi. What the other Jedi wanted and appreciated and hoped for in their soldiers. Then she took the most common features and handed the designs over to the kaminoans. She designed a team /for/ her fellow Jedi. Any Jedi. These boys were built to be the perfect, seamless team no matter which Jedi they were paired for.

(It must be awful being Echo, who was not built for this. No matter how much he tries, he’ll never be one of their batch. He was a Domino, and he’ll never know these guys like he knew Fives, or Hevy, or Cutup, or Droidbait. I think Echo recognizes that he’s older than the rest of the team, but sees one of his brothers in each of them. I haven’t quite pinned who corresponds with whom in Echo’s mind yet, but that’s why he’s so protective of his teammates. The OG Bad Batch are /young/, but they’re still clones. Echo is different now too, and he knows that being different doesn’t change who is family is. He’s the older brother, I think, in time, the rest of the batch will come to see Echo as Echo sees Rex. And Rex sees Cody. I hope that will be rewarding for Echo. He deserves some peace.)

But then the plan changed and a new order came in for clones to replace the Jedi. The Kaminoans are businesspeople with no real stake in the war, so they do it. Plus it’s interesting, really. They tried and tried to create a force sensitive child. And finally they did it. They created someone to replace the Jedi. They created Omega.

Omega’s story will be about another force sensitive kid. It’s the plot of The Mandalorian all over again.

#the bad batch #Star Wars #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb Hunter #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #clone trooper tech #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper wrecker #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #clone trooper hunter

[chadlesbianjasontodd]

i hope sometime my brain comes up with some fanfiction to write about commander cody bc he is DEEPLY interesting to me but i dont have any particular mechanism by which to explore this

#like he has approximately 0 screentime and yet. #commander cody #codywan #his small part in the rots novelization really grabbed me especially. cool calm competent but also the kind of relaxed friendliness #where he gets the same cato nemoidia running joke with obi-wan that anakin has. because they're extremely close! probably best friends!! #and he can (bc this is pre-chip era) turn on a dime from that camaraderie to shooting obi-wan out of the sky #with perfect regard and respect for how dangerous obi-wan is and how good at surviving #because cody is a person. but at the same time: he's the perfect soldier. #and his investment in being a soldier is total. being a person is incidental #cody the perfect soldier is paired with obi-wan the perfect jedi. and this is a match that only ends one way #i'm very invested in the idea of codywan bc cody *has* to be a far better commander than any jedi and he has to know it #him and obi-wan being very close on a personal level but cody also resenting him very deeply #because every day obi-wan gets people killed that cody could have kept alive. and it's almost worse that obi-wan is a decent general #rather than an actively bad one #he's just not good *enough*. #and the army has to be led by jedi. has to. cody would never have the chance to do better no way no how. but he could. #and at the same time he respects obi-wan. they're good friends. #but cody's a soldier and when the orders come down he'll do what needs to be done. #ok im putting this in the main tags bc this tag essay is technically a genuine character analysis post #sw #like obviously this changes a bit in the Post-Chip Era but it really informs how i think abt cody and his relationship w obi-wan #fandom tends to portray cody as like. kind of adoring obi-wan and being super loyal to him personally - which is fine! but #i just really enjoy complicated relationships. sprinkle some resentment in there. some betrayal. some spice

[letitrainathousandflames]

Fix-It AU - Clone Strike

"There is a siege going on in Umbara, and the separatists are attacking the Alderaanian outposts, so tell your troopers to stop playing dead, gear up and get ready for combat!" Palpatine demands in a holo-call with the commanders

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." replies commander Wolffe with no care for decorum "Us clones recently found out that being paid in 'exclusive GAR currency' instead of actual credits, having no assigned vacation time and not being allowed to quit is highly illegal and we're suing the republic."

"Wh-" Palpatine gasps, squinting in disbelief "What in the moons are you talking-"

"And I know," commander Bly interjects "it is a bummer that legally we aren't people so we can't defend ourselves in court, but this public defense attorney said they'll represent us in court for free because this is a flagrant human rights violation."

Palpatine's usually calm, pale features are reddened and clearly straining not to become twisted in fury.

"But you are not-"

"Yes, I know, we are 'clones, not technically human, blah blah blah'," Captain Rex shakes his head, rolling his eyes "but our attorney will be basing their case on animal rights - see, even if a pet 'belongs' to you, as we 'belong' to the GAR, the Jedi and the Kaminoans, if it is proven that you are causing harm to your pet, they get taken from you and you get sued. It's more or less how we're approaching this."

"How-"

"And I know you might think that we would be offended for being defended in court as animals," Commander Cody quips with a dramatic grimace "but look, after living your whole life as a clone trooper you kinda stop caring about the dehumanizing treatment, so..."

At this point, Palpatine slams his hands on his desk, abruptly rising up from his chair.

"Enough! This is treason! There is a war raging on, and our beloved republic will fall if you don't get in line and cease this treacherous talk! Now get in line and do your jobs!"

"Or what?" Commander Fox, the only clone physically present in the office asks, removing his helmet and showing his perfectly calm features contrasting starkly with Palpatine's enraged expression "What is the threat, Your Excellency? A death penalty? We face death every day, we witness it taking our brothers in battle, and we prepare ourselves for it every time our gunship's ramps are lowered and we step out into the gunfire. We are raised from infancy not to fear it, and we are hardened from combat to laugh at it."

And there is a gleam in Fox's brown eyes, in every speck of gold in his irises as he leans closer, placing his gloved hand on the Chancellor's polished desk of expensive Nabooan wood. Fox's scratched and dented hand guard stands out against the elegant furniture.

"You can't threaten us with imprisonment either." he continues "Not only we are trained to and used to living in small quarters with limited to none personal items of our own, I am certain that a sudden influx of over three million inmates would effectively break the republic's correctional system. Besides... you wouldn't want men as skilled as we are, with as much intel on the GAR as we have, kept with the Republic's worse criminals, right? So that, too, is off the list."

Palpatine doesn't interrupt Fox's musings. He seems too stunned at the clone he expected the most loyalty from and his unexpected act of betrayal. Fox straightens himself up and strokes his chin in thought.

"Now, separating us from our families, that would be a low blow, and most likely an effective one. Taking our spouses and children from us or even - stars - threatening them, that would be a brutal way to coerce us to do your bidding. But then again, by not allowing us to have personal lives of our own, the republic prevented us from creating any ties, so all clones are unmarried and childless. All a clone has is his brothers. So that won't work either."

Palpatine sinks back into his chair with a defeated sigh, his gaze lost. His right hand falls on his thigh, slowly moving under his desk. Fox's eyes narrow on him.

"With all due respect, sir, if you are planning on triggering the alarm and accusing me of attempting to murder you, I advise you not to." he glances at the helmet tucked under his arm "I have been recording this entire meeting, and the video is being relayed to all of my men who are scattered through the building and outside as well. I have given them instructions to make sure the recording reaches the public in the case of my unexpected death or imprisonment."

Palpatine freezes, eyes widening in a mix of shock and disgust at the clone, as if Fox is a misbehaved dog that he wants to beat.

"How dare you..." Palpatine grits out "How... dare you! The republic gave you life!" and he looks at the blue specters of the clone commanders' holograms watching him "We gave life to all of you!"

Cody looks at Palpatine. The Marshall Commander, always so polite and respectful grins wide, nodding.

"Yes. And now we are going to make something out of it, Your Excellency. With or without your permission. Fox will bring you a datapad with a list of our demands this afternoon."

"The separatists are still attacking as we speak!" Palpatine yells, spit flying off his mouth "There is no time for this! Even voting for every single demand of yours in the Senate could take months!"

"Well, then, sir," Commander Cody says with a shrug "I do hope you can try and speed up the process. You see - if the Seppies get to coruscant, my brothers and I can defend ourselves with ease and maintain our strike. I do not think the same can be said of the civilian population..."

"You are bluffing." Palpatine spits

"Maybe." Commander Wolffe smirks "Are you going to try and see it for yourself, sir?"

"You will be blamed for this!"

"We already are." Captain Rex interjects tiredly "We are already being blamed for everything that goes wrong in this war. "

Commander Thorn speaks up for the first time, his blue, slightly glitching image showing the commander that had long stopped standing in attention and is now giving Palpatine the same cold glare that all of his brothers share at the moment.

"It's not a long list, Your Excellency" his tone at the title is full of contempt "It is actually a perfect copy of the 8th Ammendment of the Galactic Constitution, on the rights for sentient beings - a text all senators, especially a Chancellor such as yourself, are very familiar with."

Palpatine's eyes dart back and forth as he follows the clone's words in bewilderment.

"You are soldiers." he hisses, attempting to display more self-restrain than he seems to be able to at this point "How much do you even think you know of our civil laws?"

Commander Gree smirks, shaking his head.

"Don't you think we know, sir, that we will be put on the stand to speak on behalf of our cause? Or do you think we will take the risk of having our attorney dazzle everyone with legal jargon, only for us to ruin it by sounding like a bunch of uneducated meat droids? Oh, no. We've been doing some studying."

Captain Rex tucks his hands behind his back, fixing his posture.

"Well, Your Excellency, I believe this should be all. We don't wish to take more of your time, as I assume that you are have important matters to attend to. Commander Fox will notify us of your response."

There is almost an entire minute of silence where Palpatine merely stare at the clones in disbelief. The clones exchange a few amused looks.

"Well then... Rex out." the Captain's image glitches and disappears

"Bly out."

"Wolffe out."

They leave, one by one, until the only clone still present is Fox. Palpatine grits his teeth at him, pounding a fist on the desk in front of him.

"This is treason." he is no longer screaming or hissing; instead, his voice is low and almost shaking with anger "You are all traitors. And you... CC-1010, you are a shame to the Grand Army of the Republic."

Fox stares at Palpatine, his expression inscrutable. In a deliberate, calm gesture, he takes his helmet in both hands and places it over his head. His voice comes filtered through his vocoder, devoid of any emotion.

"When we meet in court, Your Excellency, make sure to address me as 'Commander Fox'. Calling us by numbers while being accused of dehumanizing treatment will not be a good look on you or the institution." he turns his back on Palpatine, walking to the door that hisses open "I advise you to prepare for the next session in fifteen minutes and... oh, since I am no longer doing my rounds in the building, you should probably try to stay safe, sir. Good day to you."

#commander wolffe #commander thorn #commander fox #commander bly #captain rex #commander cody #fix it au

[willowcrowned]

Okay but has anyone considered Obi-wan/Cody/Satien (is that how its spelled?) Regardless, hes got two hands for his two mandalorians, the au where this happend is gotta be top notch ridiculous ye?

Okay thank you so much for giving me a reason to think about this, because this AU contains three things I adore: polyamory, ships where everyone is frighteningly competent, and Obi-Wan

In this AU, Ventress is somehow even less well-adjusted (bear with me). What this means is that, instead of taking a gap year and finding herself after her family is brutally murdered, she decides she needs to get revenge even more now. What does this mean? In the short term, she still becomes a bounty hunter, but in the long run? She’s looking for a Sith lord team up so she can punch Dooku (with a lit lighstaber) in his stupid, elitist, backstabbing face.

So when Maul invades Mandalore, what happens? Ventress comes right along, ready to give her ‘I know we hate each other, but consider teaming up to kill someone we both hate even MORE’ space TED talk. And though Maul may be terribly annoying, a closet theater kid, always in a tits out kind of mood, and denying his gay awakening, he’s not stupid. He knows Sidious is coming for him, sooner rather than later, and he knows he needs more people on his side than his (impressively beefy) brother. He and Savage agree to the team-up.

Cue Obi-Wan showing up, ready to save his sort-of girlfriend, and finding Pre Vizsla, who got REAL sus the second ANOTHER lunatic with a red lightsaber showed up, occupied by capturing Maul, Savage, and Ventress. 

Obi-Wan saves Satie, who convinces him to call Cody for a quick evac, and they’re running away, flirting, and arguing over shooting things (as usual), when they spot Ventress, Maul, and Savage, about to be executed.

Oh, they both think, hell no. And then, because they have a stupid moral code that makes them do stupid moral things, they go save them.

A little background on Obi-Wan at this point: He has been fighting in a war for over two years. He is exhausted, close to a breakdown, and seriously questioning his place as a General. Next to him at all times, supporting him, helping him, and saving him, is Cody, who is clever, kinder than he has any right to be, and is, of course, devastatingly handsome when he does his special, unique-to-Cody half-smirk.

Obi-Wan, to put it mildly, is totally gone on him. Obi-Wan also, to put it less mildly, is his commanding officer in an army that Cody can’t leave on pain of death. To do anything— make any advance beyond the flirting that he engages in with most people— would put Cody in a very uncomfortable position, whether or not he returns Obi-Wan’s feelings. So Obi-Wan watches him from afar, hoping against hope that his affections are returned, and that one day, after the end of the war, there will be a future for both of them.

A little more background on Obi-Wan at this point: He has always respected Satine. Their correspondence fell apart just a few months after the end of his mission with Qui-Gon, but he’s been keeping up with her professional accomplishments for years. Over time, the love he bore for her faded, leaving him with good memories and an enduring appreciation for her courage, her cleverness, and her ability to deliver devastating blows to someone’s confidence with a few well-placed words.

Until he sees her again. And yes, alright, he might be angry that she’s choosing to stay out of the war— he knows what good she could do— but he understands her fears, understands the very real possibility that if Mandalore gets embroiled in yet another war, they may never recover. The thing is... well, she’s still very beautiful, especially when he’s yelling at him, and as slowly as his feelings had faded then, they come back in a rush now.

He has very much fallen in love with Cody, and he is very much still in love with Satine.

Cut back to the present— Obi-Wan and Satine rescue the three most annoying Sith in the galaxy and get the heck out of dodge. Cody, because he’s Cody, comes swooping in with a last-minute rescue.

At this point, two things are occurring.

The first: Obi-Wan is stuck in a room with four people he’s periodically flirted with over the past few years, two of whom he’s desperately in love with, one of whom he had a weird encounter with that he can never tell Anakin about when she and him got trapped in a middle school auditorium, and one of whom is definitely wearing no shirt and all that jewelry for a reason. It is Supremely awkward for him.

The second: Every single person in that room, each of which is (barring Savage) deeply attracted to Obi-Wan, is realizing that Obi-Wan is dressed in Mandalorian armor, and while Obi-Wan in three layers of tunics and a cloak is an absolute knockout, Obi-Wan in Mandalorian armor may very well kill them (and he won’t even have to touch his lightsaber to do it).

For one single moment, everything is absolutely still as they all stare at each other.

...And then Maul starts on the ‘I will rend your flesh from your bones, feel my wrath, Kenobarrgh’ spiel, and Satine stuns him. Oh, and Savage. Ventress agrees to watch the two of them if they don’t stun her, and Obi-Wan agrees.

Which then leaves him, Cody, and Satine in a room alone.

A word on Cody at this point: He has been bred from birth to be the perfect soldier— loyal, clever (but not too clever), and rigourously adherent to protocol. Yet, within three months of knowing Obi-Wan, he’s, well, calling him Obi-Wan in his head. Even just that is a gross breach of protocol, but he’s compromised in more ways than one. He talks to Obi-Wan, now, not just as a subordinate, or secondary advisor, but as a friend, as a councilor. Every time Obi-Wan touches him— never for longer than a brief second— his skin lights up under his armor. One time, Obi-Wan fell asleep on him for half an hour, and Cody’s was sure everyone would hear his heartbeat. 

What he’s doing— how he feels— he knows it’s putting Obi-Wan in danger, knows that if the Kaminoans had wanted to the clones to be equals to the Jedi, they would have told them so. And look, he knows what the natborns would call the way he’s feeling, but he can’t feel that way. He’s a clone— he’s expendable by definition. Even if, on some off-chance, he makes it out of this war alive, there’s nothing for him. Obi-Wan couldn’t care for him like that, couldn’t care for a man with the same face as millions of others, born and bred only for war. So it doesn’t matter how he feels.

A word on Satine at this point: Obi-Wan, when he left, was a gawkish, bumbling thing of red hair and freckles and the sweetest smile. Obi-Wan, when he came back, was graceful, eloquent, and very, very handsome. He is also infuriating. (This does not change how attracted she is to him in the least.)

She’s not a romantic, really, but she is a realist, and she knows she’s loved him in some form or another for over twenty years. She knows she can’t ask him to return it— knows that asking him to leave the order for her wouldn’t just be for her, it would be for Mandalore, and while the politician in her cries for her to claim him, the person in her who loves Obi-Wan could not abide tearing him away from his culture for her own purposes. She still loves him, deeply and irrevocably, and she knows he still loves her. (Maybe, she thinks, after the war... But she can’t afford to be sentimental).

What do Cody and Satine have in common? They’re both extremely competent, both instinctively ruthless, and they both love Obi-Wan. Oh, and they’re also both immediately jealous of their counterpart.

They know they shouldn’t be. They know it’s not fair, not when Obi-Wan isn’t theirs anyways, but it doesn’t change the surge of envy and dislike that happens when they see Obi-Wan use the soft voice he only uses for the people he likes best on the person across from them.

Cody knows he can never compare to the Duchess, who is beautiful and well-spoken and has held Obi-Wan’s heart since they were fifteen. Satine knows she can never compare to Cody, who has been at Obi-Wan’s side every second since the war’s beginning, who is so much closer in ideals to Obi-Wan than she is, however it might appear on the surface.

Fortunately, they don’t have to deal with it for long, because Ventress comes in with Maul and Savage and proposes a team up, at which point Maul reveals the identity of the Sith Master.

Obi-Wan swears a string of words that Cody and Satine are both very impressed by, and agrees to the team up. Cody and Satine, who are both going to Coruscant anyways, agree to it too.

What ensues is a good deal of scheming, during which Cody and Satine avoid each other like the plague, Obi-Wan is repeatedly told to get some sleep, and Ventress cuffs Maul to a door on multiple nonconsecutive occasions. When they get to Coruscant, Satine has already told Padmé, who has in turn told her group of anti-war (and anti-Palpatine) senators, Cody has given Rex a heads up, and Ventress, Maul, and Savage have been metaphorically sharpening their lightsabers for ages.

(It occurs to Obi-Wan, at one point, after he’s woken up from his enforced 25-hour nap, that Palpatine must have created the clone army for a reason— must have a failsafe in place— and he asks Ahsoka to pull all the data the Kaminoans have on the clones. They find out about the chips, and Ahsoka immediately immediately holds the Kaminoans at laser sword point until they reprogram every order into a command that dissolves the chip.)

The thing about organizing a coup together is that it makes it very hard to avoid each other. Cody and Satine are forced to work together, and, what do you know, it turns out that even with seething jealousy at work, they end up respecting each other. (Note: Obi-Wan comes into a room at one point to see them both bent over a commlink, heads together and hands nearly touching. He short circuits.)

In any case, coup, Palps dies, Republic fixed, whatever.

What’s important is that Obi-Wan gets really, really injured— so much so that he might die. Cody and Satine have dealt with him being dead before (Deception arc anyone?), but this? Watching him slowly fade, knowing there’s nothing they can do about it? That’s worse.

One night, when Anakin has fallen asleep, they have a long conversation in low voices about Obi-Wan, darting from fond to furious to devastated over and over again. If he wakes up— if, not when— they agree to say something to Obi-Wan, to let him know that they love him. It’s a meager consolation after all they’ve been through, but this is the end, in one way or another, and they deserve to be honest with him.

(Cody thinks, privately, that he will be— well, not tossed aside, because Obi-Wan isn’t the sort of person who does that, but there won’t be a place for him by Obi-Wan’s side anymore. Obi-Wan is a Jedi, a negotiator, a peacekeeper, and Cody is a soldier for a now-ended war. He is already steeling himself to accept Obi-Wan’s polite rejection with equanimity, to not cause more pain to the man. (It will be easy, he knows, to wish him every peace, every happiness. Cody has only ever wanted to see Obi-Wan happy. This does not mean it will not be painful.) Obi-Wan said once that he would have left the Order for Satine if she’d asked— she will ask, now, and Cody knows Obi-Wan will leave, can see the love written in his face, in his spine, in his hands, whenever he is around her. Satine will ask, and Obi-Wan will leave, and Cody will be left to look for a place in this new galaxy.)

(Satine thinks, privately, that Obi-Wan’s feelings for her must be long faded, replaced by his obvious ones for Cody. Obi-Wan is a warrior, a Knight, and Satine is a diplomat who foreswore violence long ago. She is already steeling herself to accept his rejection with grace. (It will be easy, she knows, to wish him well. She has only ever wanted good things for him. This does not mean it will not be painful.) He said once that he would have left the Order for her if she’d asked, and whatever he’d felt then for her pales to what he feels now for Cody. Cody will ask, and Obi-Wan will leave, and Satine will rule as she always has.)

And then Obi-Wan wakes up.

Cody and Satine let him have his long talk with Anakin first, partially because they know how important it is to him, partially because Anakin wouldn’t let them if they wanted to, and partially because they are dreading their own coming conversation. When Anakin has finished, and Obi-Wan is asleep again, they go in, hand-in-hand, and wait for him to wake up.

When he does wake up, he sees them holding hands and immediately comes to several wrong conclusions. Wrong Conclusion A: Cody and Satine are in love. Wrong Conclusion B: Cody and Satine are going to try to break the news that they’re in love to him gently. Wrong Conclusion C: This conversation is about to break his heart.

Then they speak.

At the end of it, Obi-Wan has some Thoughts. Thought One: alkdfjhskhsgjljlbhkgkjbjvnab,gkjvn;qlerghjsv?????!!!!fwbfwlkrehwogwhuwrijvhfdbhkf!!!! Thought Two: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Thought Three: Oh, we’re all idiots. Fantastic. 

He then passes out, because being on the edge of death for days and then having a shock to your system this big tends to do that to you.

When he wakes up, he is mildly more coherent. Then he sees that Satine and Cody are asleep on each other, and the coherence is lost, but he does manage to wake them up and get across three things:

Thing One: He is desperately in love with them both.

Thing Two: He’s leaving the Order for a multitude of reasons, but they are a Significant Bonus.

Thing Three: He would very much like if they both held his hand while he falls back asleep.

Cody takes Obi-Wan’s right hand, Satine takes Obi-Wan’s left hand, and the three of them stay like that, fingers intertwined, for a long, long, while.

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The Rescuers  

Part One: “Old acquaintances meet again"

 Summary: You are a mandalorian rebel friends with Captain Rex so you are well aware of the entire "clone situation" going on. And of course you want to help as much as you can. You then go to Ryloth trying to help the Syndulla's and maybe find your old friend Cody. 

 Pairing: None. Yet. But will be a Crosshair x Reader.

 Gender: There'll be no mentions of gender or pronouns on this part yet. Though further in the story it might have she/they pronouns used.

 Word count: 1.6k

 Tags: Injury recover, post-clone wars story, rescuing clones/friends, a bit of melancholy?

 Warning: Brief description of injury.

 Notes: So, I literally dreamed most parts of this story (I know, crazy Star Wars obsession here). I filled up some parts as I was writing of course. And it turned out a bit like a beautiful sad tragic. I might even do a playlist for this fanfic actually. Hope u enjoy it :) 

 The war, the republic, the jedi all have ended. Literally on the same day. And what it seemed like a fresh start, finally a moment of peace in the chaos turned into nightmares. You weren’t there when it happened, you just heard the news of Obi-Wan saying the jedi order and the republic had fallen and you also heard the now Emperor Palpatine telling everyone that the clone wars has ended and the jedi were traitor, they’ve tried to assassinate him according to well… himself. And now he’s forming this new galactic empire, giving people numbers like the ones clones used to have and killing off any resistance against this new order. Everyone seemed to believe him, you gotta give him that he was a pretty damn’ good  liar indeed. But you knew better than that. You are mandalorian after all and were friends with no one less than Duchess Satine and Senator Padmé. You helped them countless times in their diplomatics and you even fought with the jedi and the clones at times. They were good people, yes, the order might have messed up at lot but traitors? Murders? They sure didn’t deserve to die like that and I guess… No one does.

  You quickly then joined the rebellion. There you found many of former politics like Senator Organa and even a clone… Captain Rex (or is it Commander now?). You’ve met him once before and he seemed like a good person and looks like he’s really a great man just like you thought. You soon became friends. But sadly, the other clones you knew before like Cody were still with the empire. Though both you and Rex were very determinate to help others like him. And also, obviously, protect your allies against the empire.

  Well, as expected trouble begins. There’s been rumors about what’s going in Ryloth with the Syndulla’s and the empire occupation. Worried about them and their people, you go there to help as you can. And if there’s need, you’d call more rebels to help too though you didn’t want to envolve more people yet because you’re afraid of the reaction it could cause ( and what that would cost for ryloth and its people). You also have a tiny tiny hope that maybe just maybe Cody could be there.

  Arriving in Ryloth, you discover the Syndulla family have indeed oppose agains the empire occupation and they’ve went into a lot of trouble because of that but apparently a group of mercenaries (?) have already rescued them from the prison they were sent to. One less problem for you to fix I guess. You were glad for them but you still want to spy a little on the empire and see what you could find out after all, the trip couldn’t be for nothing.

  You find your way and get to a particular high hill with a great view of one imperial base. You pick up your binoculars and the only person you see in a sort of balcony is a very depressive-looking Crosshair. You remember him from that one time clone force 99 saved your butt from the mess you’ve yourself in. He was… quite unfriendly, let’s say. But he did get the job done and made sure you were okay so you just ignored his behavior. Looking at him now it was looking at a shadow of him. 

   It made you remember what Rex told you once: 

“We clones were all created with this chip thing in our my minds. We were made for the war and the war only but apparently someone thought it would be great if they let us think we've got free will. That we could be anything we wanted to be after the war. So we made friends, some of us found a family with our jedi. They let we hope. Just so we have all of that taken away from us with order 66. The war had ended for everyone except for us. We had our will taken from us, our minds controlled by this chip and we had to follow orders. While we're still there conscious of what we were doing we had to kill the people we fought together the entire war. I remember her face... I'm so glad she didn't see my face. I couldn't bare.” 

 Thinking about what all the clones been through, you can’t just leave him like this. He did save you once and this was your chance to repay that. Rex keeps saying we can’t save everyone (more to himself than to you) but one person is better than nobody, right?  At the time you improvise a plan: neither the empire nor Cross can’t know yet that you’re a rebel. You haven’t done anything yet incriminating (at least not that they were aware of). So you can just jump in there where he was standing and talk to him. Worst case scenario he ignores you. However you sure knew how to annoy him enough that at least he would call you out and when that happens you act. Ok, that you still have to figure out exactly how you would act. Well, half of a plan is better than no plan.

  You just jump in behind his back and of course he points his gun at you as expected. But he apparently recognizes who it’s standing in front of him and put his riffle down. 

   “ Hello there.”  You say.

   “What do you think you’re doing?”  He replies.

   “Oh, please, don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.” 

     He gives you a faint of a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

     You smiled back. “But seriously, what you’re doing here all alone? And why- You finally noticed the burn mark on his now bald head. - are you like this? Doesn’t the empire takes care of its soldiers? Nor your squad? The bad batch, right? That’s what you called yourselves?” 

     His face closes again. “You have nothing to do with that. I’m-” 

     “By yourself?” You pause for a moment. “Alright, I get it. You’ve probably been through a lot. We all have. Not sure why you’re like this but it doesn’t matter right now. I just wonder… Don’t you want to get out of all of this?” 

     Cross pauses for a moment. It seems like he's considering the possibility. “I… I can’t.” 

     “But…”  You then think. You remind yourself of how protective he was that one time you were saved by them. Maybe this instinct was still there, you had to try. You saw a pointed rock close to where you were standing and decided that you would accidentally cut yourself. “Ouch!” 

    “What’s up?” 

    “Oh! Nothing! Just might have cut myself here.” You show your hand now with a bit bigger than you expected cut and some blood.

     He almost laughs at it. “What a little clumsy one you are, eh?” 

     His mocking at you, that’s something, right? “Yeah, I guess….” 

     “Well, let’s go?”  He points to the door.

     “Go where?” 

     “Don’t you wanna take care of that, sweetheart?” 

     “Right, medical bay then?” 

     “Obviously.”  Perfect. He would be right where you needed him to be.

  The both of you enter the facility and walk directly to the medical bay. The empire base is pretty much a bland dark and boring military base with some troopers walking around, some commanders (you think) yelling at the soldiers and some droids doing whatever they have to do. You knew only that they were “r - unities” but droids weren’t exactly your area of expertise. However you do notice that the troopers walking around still wear the same clone armor from back the war. And you feel guilty. Because as much as you’d like you won’t be able to help them all. They’ll stay there with their chips on being controlled by the empire…. By the force, that was a hole guilty trip you knew you shouldn’t take. It wasn’t your fault. No, no. They did this. Palpatine and his men were the monsters. Not you. And certainly not these poor clones. One day, yes, one day maybe you could come back and save them?

 “Hmmm…. You wanna me to do this?”  Cross says. You were so distracted in your thoughts you don’t even realized you were already in the medical bay.

 “Oh. You don’t have to.” 

 “It's fine. I’m used to do this anyway.” 

  “Ok. Be my guest then?” 

  “Wow, you’re so funny.” He jokes.

  “Whatever. Just do your thing.” 

  “Give me your hand.”  

 You give him your hand and he takes it. And to your surprise he’s very gentle while taking care of your wound. He applies some alcohol pads to clean the wound. And as he presses the wound to stop the bleeding you reach for your gun and keep looking at his face. His very concentrated. It’s almost like the rest of the galaxy doesn’t matter. He’s only there at the moment focused on helping you. And you’re trying to plan how you’re gonna knock him out to take his chip off.

 “Now I’m gonna get some stuff to make a bandage for ya, ok?” He says and turns his back. Now is you chance. You turn your blaster to stun only and shoots. He falls. 

 “I’m sorry. But there’s no other way.” You whisper as if he’s actually listening. 

 It takes some effort (seriously, Crosshair's heavier than he looks) but you manage to put him on one these surgical stretchers. You also have to learn super quick how to use the pad control to see where the chip’s in and take it off. But it’s done. And you wait and wait… For what it seemed like hours though it was only like 15 minutes.

And he wakes up very confused.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 5

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech

Chapter Warnings: Mention of injuries/pain

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 5: Sick and Tired

The next several weeks were filled with activity. Even if Crosshair wanted to improve his sleep schedule, he couldn't with the amount of training and preparing Hunter was having them do.

They were more or less on their own now, free to do whatever they felt necessary to prove themselves for deployment. Commander Cody had accompanied a troop of injured soldiers returning to the planet for treatment, spending one day with the Clone Force to go over expectations and progress before heading back out into the warring galaxy. After that, it was all on Sergeant Hunter to push them. And boy, did he ever.

Every day focused on a simulation run, where Hunter would make them start the mission over any time someone missed their mark or made the wrong call, and refused to let them leave until they had run it through perfectly at least five different ways. In their "free time," they practiced with their own weapons and gear, trying to best their own scores, learn new tricks, and just nail down a personal rhythm.

Evenings were mostly spent learning various strategies, and occasionally cleaning up or decorating their gear. They'd settled on some skull imagery and a black-and-red color scheme that not only looked cool, but also made them really stand apart from the regs. There was also talk about them getting a specially-outfitted ship in the next week. Their dedication kept them from getting a decent amount of sleep each night, but Hunter argued that's how it would be out in the field, so might as well get used to it.

Outside of their group and a few protocol droids that assisted them with odd errands, there was only one other they saw on a regular basis. Doctor Vo. Sometimes it was scheduled visits to the examination room, other times she observed their training sessions. If the others were nervous with her watching, Crosshair couldn't tell. He tried to play it cool, too, and only focus on the mission. But any shot he missed made him flush beneath his helmet in embarrassment. He really, really wanted to impress her.

It was starting to distract him.

* * *

After a particularly grueling day through the simulation room, where they'd pretended to be rescuing hostages from a temple on the forest moon of Endor, the four of them lay panting and sweating on the tile floor of the locker room. Tired, but satisfied. They were getting really good.

"Tomorrow we're running the Mon Cala sim," said Hunter, the first to catch his breath and stand back up. He started peeling off his blacks, heading for the refresher.

Crosshair and Tech shared a weary look, and even Wrecker let out a little groan.

"Um, Hunter," Tech sat up to catch him before he left the room. "We really ought to take a day to rest."

"No," the Sergeant immediately disagreed. He wadded up his sweaty clothes and tossed them like a ball into the hamper on the other side of the locker. "War doesn't rest, and neither should we."

"Actually, we should."

Tech rose to his feet, his face screwed up in what they all recognized as a sign he was about to info-dump. Crosshair and Wrecker started to get up as well, knowing this would be too good to watch from the floor. Hunter had proven himself to be a capable leader, but he wasn't perfect. And now was the first time one of them was challenging him.

"According to leading studies, on both human and humanoid bodies, rest is a critical part to ensuring continued performance. It is essential that our bodies have time to recover and repair before we push them again."

Hunter had his arms folded over his bare chest. "Is that so?"

It was more of a rhetorical question, but Tech took it as permission to really spew forth all the details he had on the topic.

"Yes. See, any type of physical exercise creates microscopic tears in the tissue of your muscles, which then needs rest in order for fibroblast cells to repair them and create stronger tissue. If that repair isn't done, it can result in muscle fatigue and soreness and even actual injury."

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably. He had actually sustained an injury earlier that morning, one that he hadn't told any of them about, not only because it was embarrassing, but because it actually hadn't bothered him at first. But as the day drew on, the pain near his ribs grew worse. Now he felt almost sick to be standing up.

"In addition to that," Tech was still rambling on, "there's the glycogen carbohydrates that are broken down to be used for energy, which also needs to rest to replenish. That energy is needed for both physical and mental performance. However, physical exertion also boosts other hormones such as cortisol and adrenaline, which, when they are overproduced through over-exercise, can interfere with getting quality sleep. So a double-whammy."

Tech seemed ready to continue making points but Hunter finally held up a hand.

"Okay, okay, Tech. I get it. I know it's important. But we're not always going to have the luxury of taking days off once we're out of here. I don't want us getting used to doing whatever we want whenever we feel like it."

Wrecker groaned loudly. "What do you mean? We haven't done anything we've wanted to do. We don't get to pick the sims. We can't go to bed without your permission. If anyone's doing whatever they want whenever they feel like it, it's you."

Hunter's eyes flashed dangerously and he pointed an angry finger up at his large brother. "That's not true, Wrecker, and you know it. I'm busting my ass off, same as all you. You don't think I want to take a break too? My head hurts all the time now. There's no relief anymore, just constant... stimulation...."

His voice petered out with a heavy sigh. The three of them looked amongst each other but said nothing. Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose in thought for a moment. "I just... I want us to be prepared. All those stories we hear, from Cody and Joan and everyone, about what it's really like out there.... Brothers, the galaxy needs us. We need to be the best."

Tech nodded his head sympathetically. "We understand, Hunter. We know you're working hard. All I'm saying is if we want to be the best, we have to take what breaks we can get. While we can still get them. Otherwise, we risk running ourselves into the ground before we've even had the change to get out and help anyone."

Hunter chewed it over before conceding, just a little bit. "Fine, we can take the rest of the evening. I won't open the strategy manuals, and it'll be lights about by 8."

Wrecker let out a satisfied holler, starting to head for the showers himself. But Tech looked at him suspiciously.

"And tomorrow...?"

Hunter chuckled darkly. "Oh we're still running the Mon Cala sim. I've been looking forward to that one all week. You boys will be fine."

The Sergeant clapped Crosshair on the back as he turned to leave, causing the sniper to immediately double over in pain. He'd been quiet the whole argument, despite having many points to contribute himself. The pain in his abdomen had become too much. All he could do was focus on his breathing.

"Oh kriff," Hunter cursed, catching him by the shoulder.

"Cross, are you injured?" Tech scurried over, concerned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm fine," Crosshair spat out. He shook Hunter's grip off and mustered up whatever strength he could to stand up straight again. He was not giving them any reason to ask what had happened. "I just pulled a muscle but I'm fine. It's nothing."

Tech was trying to catch Hunter's eye, mostly likely to continue arguing against tomorrow's training now that a new reason had presented itself. But Wrecker spoke up first.

"You should see Joan," he suggested.

"I'm fine," Crosshair growled again. He definitely didn't want her to know about the injury, either.

"Just go," Hunter huffed. "Even if you are fine, at least you get to see her."

Crosshair looked back to find the three of them all had knowing smirks on their faces. He wanted to punch them, but he also couldn't argue. It would be nice to see her.

Even if she was the reason he'd gotten himself injured.

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[experiment-000]

My Top 10 Ships of 2020

It's been a weird year but I've seen other people doing this. Plus this year I've been way more into gen fics (love a bit of found family especially in clone wars and marvel) than anything shippy. So I genuinely don't know what imma put on here aside from two ships for sure. Sorry this post is super long idk how to do the below the cut thing and I've had this app for 5 years...

10) Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki - Yuri!!! On Ice

It was a real toss up between this, supercorp, kanera and wolfstar cos they're all very integral ships to my fan heart but this son because of the Yuri on Ice fandom's rebirth this year. I've never stopped shipping this, never stopped reading fanfic of them for any extended period of time, they're still my most bookmarked ship on ao3 (although I think now star wars - all media types may have overtaken them for fandom). They were one of the first things I watched where the queer ship I loved became canon and I can't wait for the film (and hopefully someday a season 2). Heck I even made my mum watch Yuri on Ice with me so I think that says it all.

9) Edelgard Von Hresvelg and female Byleth - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

My first fire emblem game was fates when I was like 14 (and finally gay awake lol). I was so disappointed that I had to be with a guy character because the only female option was kinda creepy and also I wouldn't get the character of kana. So when three houses came out I was so happy because finally there were beautiful incredible female characters my female byleth could romance (I'm so sorry mlm you deserved so much more than you got). I got the game as soon as it came out (had to search a lot of shops let me tell you) and started on black eagles. I was actually kinda disappointed back in 2019. I didn't like the explore the monastery bit (still find it kinda tedious) and the battle mechanics weren't quite the same as fates (no pairing up?! Aka my main battle technique for protecting the weaker units). So I got like 20 hours in and put it down. Came back to it in lockdown and finally finished it! I'm so proud of myself I virtually never finish games. And I fully fell in love with the useless lesbian edelgard in the process. When I started back playing in 2020 I was like eh I wish I'd picked a different character to romance (like shes an emperor that's morally very shady) but then the romance stuff started with edelgard and I fell the heck in love.

8) Cory Matthews and Shawn Hunter (and Topanga Lawrence) - Boy Meets World

Disney+ was released in the UK this year and I finally got the opportunity to watch boy meets world in its best quality (aka not on YouTube). I watched it back when I was like 12 or 13 and it's such a nostalgic show for me. Watching it again I still absolutely adore it (and my bi ass was low-key crushing on Shawn especially in chick like me - I'm 18 btw and I got so scared for a sec but rider strong was 18 when chick like me came out so it's fine woah). And of course now I see the possibilities of the beautiful Cory and Shawn relationship like they were so bromance it was basically romance and throw in topanga it's the perfect ot3 (but I'm also fine with just Cory and Shawn or just Cory and Topanga). Read some good fanfic for them this year. My favourite was one about Shawn stealing makeup and stuff and exploring gender (need more fics like this I'm biiii).

7) Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes - Marvel Cinematic Universe

I rewatched all the MCU films this year too. And got really into Peter parker whump and irondad. Plus my eternal obsession with identity and relationship reveals of course led me from Spiderman identity reveals (and found family cuteness) to stucky coming out. Especially when it involves the internet and social media. Not my favourite ship but it's been significant to my year due to the sheer amount of marvel stuff I've read.

6) Satine Kryze and Obi Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

I rewatched clone wars in prep for season 7 and wow Satine's death was sad and sudden. She first appeared in S2 E13 I think and just the sheer sexual tension of their bickering. "The sarcasm of a soldier. The delusion of a dreamer." Just ugnnhhh my bi ass can't take much more of this. And Anakin just sipping his wine in the background grinning. And I fully believe korkie is a Kenobi.

5) Commander Cody and Obi Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

I am very much an Obi wan multishipper. I don't really have a favourite but I fully believe he was with satine and Quinlan in his life. I don't think be would've actually done anything with Cody because of the whole superior officer thing. And this probably isn't even my favourite Obi wan ship - that honour probably goes to quinobi or obitine. However the most popular ships in the fandom are codywan, quiobi and obikin. No offence to anyone who ships these they're just personally not to my taste, but I can't stand quiobi, and obikin I find only slightly more tolerable and I think that's just because there's so much obikin content so if I like the concept of a fic that happens to be obikin I'll read it. I'm just not a fan of the mentor/student relationships. So I generally favoured the codywan fics when there was shipping involved meaning I read a lot of them this year. Needed that nice fix it content post season 7.

4) Zuko and Katara - Avatar: the Last Airbender

Again I am a multishipper I have nothing against zukka it's cute. But I'm a zutara shipper first and foremost because when I first watched avatar I was like 13 and denying my gayness and gayness in general so I shipped the straight things and the straight things only. Most of these ships I stopped shipping - dramione, spuffy, some my little pony ones which we don't talk about. Zutara stayed. (I have nothing against any of the things I used to ship I just stopped shipping them so much/shipped new things more). I've continuously shipped zutara since I first watched avatar even if I didn't necessarily spend that much time on it it has always been here as one of my favourite ships. It has such good fanfic I swear including my favourite ever fanfic from any fandom - love thy enemy. Plus like the black games (reread this for the millionth time this year), a delicate subterfuge (which I read for the first time this year and damn it's so good) and so many more. With the avatar resurgence this year I haven't actually rewatched avatar aside from my normal random episode every now and then when I feel like it. But there's been a lot of avatar on my dash from people I follow getting into it and people I followed for avatar returning so naturally I returned to the fandom and read quite a lot of fanfic. I also read just a lot of avatar gen fics which were great at the whole found family thing I've been so obsessed with this year.

3) Catra and Adora - She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Catradora is canon! They kissed! What more is there to say. Arguably they should've been top but I never shipped them that much since I was always very much a multishipper when it came to she ra so yes I was very happy it became canon because we actually won for once but also I've never read much fanfic for them etc. But they are very much a dynamic I love and watching she ra all again in prep for season 5 I really enjoyed the build up of their relationship. The other two only go above because Buffy is my favourite show ever and damn there's some good fuffy fanfic and Aphra and Tolvan is both fresh in my mind and star wars owns me. Would love some catradora fic recs btw if anyone has them tho.

2) Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I didn't realise it was last year that I got super into them but according to my ao3 bookmarks it was lol. 2020 I swear it's lasted an eternity. I got into them about a month before lockdown (which feels like another lifetime). I've loved Buffy since I first watched it when I was 13. It's arguably still my favourite TV show. I've been through a lot of ships for Buffy - bangel to spuffy and now fuffy. I still think angel and her were a beautiful ship back in season 2 and especially in the angel episode I will remember you. But faith and Buffy had so much chemistry in season 3 - she would've been a fresh start for Buffy and the amount of fix it fics I read I swear. My favourite has to be one where they met in LA during Anne and how that changed everything feat Buffy's internal homophobia.

1) Cheili Lona Aphra and Magna Tolvan - Star Wars

I read Darth Vader (2015) and Doctor Aphra (2016) for the first time at the end of 2020 (got a comic subscription which has served me very well already I've nearly finished the star wars canon comics). Just to see canon queer ladies in star wars was so magical for me as a queer lady. I didn't think star wars would be so overt yet as to have a queer kiss in canon (even if it's in the comics) and especially not with the main character of arguably their main comic series. Now we just gotta hope that we'll get it in live action someday soon. They weren't the ship I consumed the most content of in 2020 but they were the highlight of my 2020 because star wars did that and I finally found out about it

Honourable mentions: Vivian and Elle - Legally Blonde, Candace and Vanessa - Phineas and Ferb, Stevie and Alex - Wizards of Waverly Place, Xander and Spike - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I actually don't ship this but damn some authors are good - this was the ship that made me realise I don't need to like a ship if the author is good enough to write it well), Eli Vanto and Mitth'raw'nuruodo - Star Wars (started reading the books last year but finished this year and only started with fanfic this year), Villanelle and Eve - Killing Eve, Kanan and Hera - Star Wars, Barriss and Ahsoka - Star Wars, Remus and Sirius - Harry Potter, Kara and Lena - Supergirl (let's hope this becomes canon next year!) (Those last four are ones I've shipped forever some of my og ships but nothing particularly big has happened for me this year with them so)

I got Disney+ this year so rewatched a fair few things from my youth and though hey my obsession with that character may have been a little gay.

#fuffy #chelli lona aphra #aphra x tolvan #magna tolvan #zutara #top ten ships 2020 #very star wars lol #victuuri #edelgard x byleth #codywan #catradora #obitine #stucky #shory #shorypanga #idk what their ot3 name is #boy meets world #hmu if you like any of the more obscure of these #or vibe with my reasonings #top ships 2020 #and if anyone wants any fic recs for any of these ships just ask

[nikkialena]

A Clone’s Desire

You were a rookie padawan who’d finally been selected after a long waiting period at the jedi temple; you were more than a bit excited to finally be out in the field, not like you didn’t enjoy master Yoda’s company and his wise teaching but you couldn’t help but tremble at the idea of being with your very own master and a trooper squadron. Which is why you were superstitiously checking your reflection in the mirror; you wanted everything to be perfect because apparently there were going to be a few 501st clones in you’re squadron, your heart raced a mile a minute as you began scouring your features in the mirror for any kind of flaws. 

A knock at the door made goosebumps spread across your skin; you were both nervous and afraid and about two seconds from puking but you pulled yourself together, swallowing the lump in your throat you reached for the bathroom handle with trembling fingertips.

 “Your a secret weapon, your going to help the jedi and end the war you are amazing” you muttered to to yourself trying to hype yourself up; you side eyed yourself in the mirror taking one last glance over you’re general appearance, you were dressed in a sleeveless black crop top with a little patch in the middle revealing a bit of cleavage.  

A leather utility belt sat lopsided on your waist right above a pair of baggy black camo pants with about fifteen pockets; you had a dozen different varieties of trinkets shoved in your many pockets, Yoda loathed when you did that, always saying how it would anker you down. But you always brushed him off mumbling something along the lines of I got this; taking a deep breath you tried to make yourself stand tall as you opened the door to your room, you glanced around your room making sure everything looked right. Sniffing the air you sighed thankful it smelt decent; another knock on the door made shivers dance down your spine but you slapped your cheeks and put on your tough face, “one minute” you called out as you stood in front of your bedroom mirror trying to decide if you looked presentable. You checked your dark skin in the reflection and tugged the scrunchy from your lucious {h/c} allowing your beautiful curls to spill down your back and along your shoulders, after tearing your eyes away from the mirror you briskly walked towards the door and ripped it open before you could second guess yourself for the fifth time. Standing in front of your door frame was an auburn  haired man with a small beard dressed in nearly all white robes; the only color on him being his reddish shoes and brownish undergarments and piercing blue eyes.  

“Ah I see you’ve finally decided to join us [Y/N]; well I hope you're ready for your first mission because we leave in fifteen minutes, but first I’d like you to rendezvou with the troopers and introduce yourself. We’ll be holding a mission debriefing in ten minutes in the cockpit; please do try and make sure every detail is crucial on the battlefield. Oh and uh welcome to the team padawan I look forward to working with you. Lets hope you turn out better than Anakin”, he muttered that last part more so to himself you weren’t exactly sure what to do so you bowed and mumbled a soft “yes sensei”.  

He gave you a cheeky smile before walking down the corridor and disappearing down a hall, casting one last glance to the mirror you sighed and forced yourself out the room, you weren’t exactly sure where the clones were. So you kinda wandered aimlessly until you bumped into one dressed in a bulky white suit with the occasional splashes of orange decorating his helmet and armor, at first he didn’t notice you no one ever did. When you were designed you were significantly shorter than most of the clones; standing at a measly five feet and four inches but what you lacked in height you made up for in curves.  Finally noticing you the trooper took off his helmet and saluted you giving you just enough time to scope him out; he had tanned skin rich brown eyes and a short raven colored buzz cut, a strange marking sat just above his right eye and you held back the urge to trace it with your fingers. “Hello, I’m Sergeant Cody but most people just call me CC-2224, you must be General Kenobi’s news padawan..um [Y/N] was it?” 

 As his eyes shifted to you, you felt yourself shrink under the intensity of his gaze. The way his chocolate eyes bore deep into your soul almost made you feel naked, “uh yea that’s me” you managed to squeak cursing yourself for sounding so cowardly. For a second his brows lowered as he looked and took in your features but it vanished as quick as it came, however you noticed this and grumbled softly you knew that look all too well. It was that aren’t you a bit young to be a padawan? Which you despised, “I’ll have you know Sergeant Cody I’m twenty” you spat venom creeping into your tone, the look of shock on his face was equally annoying but just like before it melted away so quickly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have noticed. Yet another gift from your makers; most people mistook you for a fifteen or sixteen year old and it was fun at first, but it quickly got annoying. You both just stood in awkward silence, you glaring at him while he avoided eye contact; it wasn’t until another person came up to you that you stopped your death stare and he seemed to sigh in relief. 

The approaching male was tall with cream colored skin, short brown wavy hair swept backwards and soft blue eyes, he had a tiny little scratch on his left eyebrow and a cocky looking smirk etched on his features. Unlike the other males you’ve seen he was almost completely dressed in black, or at least a very dark brown you weren’t exactly sure but you weren’t given much time to dwell on it due to him swinging one arm around your neck and pulling you in for a nuggie. 

“Hey, squirt look at you all grown up and ready to become a jedi it pleases me that you’re my replacement” he hummed while deliberately ruffling your hair, at first you were dumbfounded and very pissed off that this random douchebag not only forcibly hugged you but also messed up your hair you worked so hard to neaten. But your anger quickly fizzled out as realization settled in and your frowned only deepened, “oh Anakin it’s you how ya been?” You asked, trying to readjust your hair as he let you go and began walking making you and Cody follow, “well you know squirt the usual” he said motioning with a flick of wrist into the air.

 “So getting in trouble and causing problems for everyone else” you sang earning a snort from Cody quickly covered by a discrete series of coughs, Anakin’s cheeks turned a soft shade of red for a moment before he brushed your comment off “they call it trouble I call it creative thinking”. “No I can assure you there’s nothing creative about your fighting methods, it's just destructive” a familiar voice interjected into your conversation, you turned to be greeted by the same warm smile from your sensei as he waited leaned up against a wall surrounded by a couple of troopers.

 Anakin just scoffed and slapped you on the shoulder a bit roughly; “this guys a riot you're sure to have an amazing time under his watch” the sarcasm in his words was so thick you could almost feel it. Obi Wan just rolled his eyes at his former pupil and motioned for you to enter the cockpit, the meeting began and you just kinda sunk into the back as the generals and the troopers made plans. It’s not like you weren’t paying attention but you just felt so out of place here amongst all these skilled soldiers; sure you were well trained. 

I mean freaking Yoda supervised you in the temple, but you’d never been on the battlefield before and it was kinda frightening. “First time in the meeting room” a gentle voice voice whispered, snapping you out of your train of thought, shifting your gaze to your right you were met with a Togurta with bright crystal blue eyes, peachy orange skin and beautiful whit markings scattered across her face. 

“How can you tell” you mumbled while letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding; she smiled and pointed at your fingers drumming against your thighs, ‘oh that’ you thought to yourself of course your body betrayed you it always has. “Yea, I’m fresh out the temple” you whispered and she nodded slowly eyes flickering back to the talking men, “well you don’t have to be so nervous we’re not doing anything to dangerous just pushing back a couple of seppies out of a potential base area” that calms you down just a little bit.”Doesn’t sound to hard” you mused with a soft smile on your face “don’t jinx it” she hissed confusing you, “what?” 

 She looked at you with a quirked brow “haven't you ever seen a movie, whenever someone says oh that was too easy it gets significantly harder so don’t jinx it”, you nodded in understanding just as you both got called on the carpet, “I’m sorry are we boring you ladies or do you have something to add to the battle plans?” You heard the girl next to you swallow thickly as all eyes turned to both of you and you felt slightly responsible, so stepping up you tried your best not to try and sound like an idiot, “Um well actually we’re trying to push our way into separtiest base right?” A soldier dressed in white and blue gave an acute nod all the while glaring at you with his chilling golden eyes, “well I think it would be wise if I was on the frontlines while the troopers distract the seppies I could sneak in and create an opening for them” you added hopefully but were met with hard stares. 

“And just how would you go about that padawan?” The clone in blue growled through his helmet you didn’t need to see his eyes to see the look of doubt written across his face, this annoyed the crap out of you and you allowed a bit of spite to slip into your voice “oh well simple that’s a need to know bais trooper and woulda look at that your not on the list pity”. 

You poked out your bottom lip and faked a tear as everyone kind of stared at you in shock; you swear you saw Obi Wan’s eye twitch as he muttered something like oh great and Anakin just had the cheesiest smile on his face. He wrapped his arm around your neck again and pulled you in for a hug; “did I forget to mention we were best friends at the temple”, everyone in the room seemed to tense at that knowledge and General Kenobi sighed. “Lucky me then; that’s not how you speak to your superiors [Y/N] but we’ll talk about that later, just what do you have in mind miss [Y/N]?”  You smiled confidently and crossed your arms across your chest pushing up your breast a smidge, “well like I said I’m not supposed to go talking about it willy nilly sensei orders from the jedi council, but I can tell you and general skywalker but that’ll have to wait because we have a mission just trust me I got this.”

 The blue clone scoffed a bit watching how intensely General Kenobi was watching you, “you can’t be serious general you're going to leave this to a shiny padawan” he spat a little louder than intended sensei stroked his beard before sighing. “The jedi counsel sent her to aid us even though she’s fresh she must be capable of extraordinary things, I’m trusting you [Y/N] the whole republic is counting on this base can you really accomplish what you're saying?” You felt pride swell in your chest as saluted him “Just leave it to me sir they don’t call me blitz for nothing”, the ride down to the planet was filled with silence as you mentally prepped yourself for the upcoming battle “here goes nothing” you muttered softly as the doors to the dropship creaked open.

#captain rex x reader #thebadbatch #obi wan kenobi #anakin and ahsoka #fanfiction #kinkyshit #lemon #romance #star wars #fuff

[hanadolphieron]

jedi!yves~

warnings; guns, death, injuries, war, space ships, swearing, suggestive content, clones, droids, heights, almost dying, lightsabers

genre; fluff, suggestive

pairing; ha sooyoung x gender neutral reader

word count; 3.8k

summary; after your supply ship receives a distress call from a neighboring planet, you and a fellow padawan, yves, are ordered to take and command a whole squadron of clone troopers to the planet’s surface. there’s a slight problem however- sexual tension

setting/time; middle of the clone wars

a/n; another space au because i’m self indulgent. have fun all you sooyoung stans that lurk on my blog. you know who you are ;) yves is such a star wars name and i used it the whole time so have fun with that <3

“all commanders to the bridge!” your comm blares at you. master luminara apparently has not heeded your warning about speaking loudly into the comm, as they are meant to be used in battle where loud voices are dangerous and could lead to discovery.

sighing, you break into a run (these ships are huge and distance is covered slowly unless you go nyoom) and head to the bridge. 

a girl comes up behind you, barely making a noise. you flinch away as she runs past you, not expecting it.

not letting yourself lose this unspoken race, you speed up, moving up towards her.

she quickens her pace as well.

catching sight of the door to the bridge, you both start to sprint at the exact same time.

neither of you speak to each other, just side-eyed glances, and failed attempts at not breathing loud.

finally, you burst through the door (you definitely won) and slow to a calm, collected walk immediately, as to not look like the wild, competitive padawans that you are.

it seems you two are the only commanders on the ship, no one else arrived at the bridge.

master kenobi and master luminara stand around the projected grid together, turning their heads and looking as you trampled each other through the door.

staring at the two of them, you and the girl, who you suppose must be luminara’s padawan, walk forward towards the projection table as well.

“what’s going on?” the girl questions, before you could even catch your breath enough to ask something first.

kenobi responds, “captain rex just contacted us from geonosis. he says the battles there have decimated their numbers, and they are in desperate need of more troops.”

you stare at them. did they think you had a plan or something?

luminara speaks, “we want you and yves to take up the job.” yves must be the girl who raced you.

“wait, aren’t we supposed to be dropping supplies off at ryloth?” you say, remembering the mission you were given yesterday that was the whole reason you were on this big hunking clunk of metal.

“yes, but we have more than enough jedi on this ship to do that. besides, the two of you need some experience in battle. this is the perfect opportunity,” kenobi says, moving to lean his back against the table and cross his arms.

“you’ll have commander cody with you as well, you’ll be fine,” he adds.

“when do we leave?” yves asks, resting all her weight on her hands, which are situated on the edge of table. this position shows off her incredible forearms which you hadn’t noticed before.

and you shouldn’t be noticing, gosh y/n, what are you doing, you think, you’re a jedi, you can’t be having any sort of romantic thoughts (not that anyone follows that rule, but still) and besides, you’ve already set your mind on competing with this girl, not romanticizing about her.

you lapse back to reality right as master luminara says, “now.”

neither of you are particularly caught off guard by this, you’ve gotten used to running all over the galaxy for emergencies, but adrenaline still starts flowing through your body at the thought of going into battle, making your stomach feel light and your blood race.

“well, then, i guess we’ll see you later. should we meet you back here?” you ask, rolling your shoulders back.

“yes, you’ll fly all your remaining gun ships back to the hanger,” kenobi responds, “we’ll send you the coordinates whenever you’re ready. commander cody also received the message, he’ll tell you the plan.”

remaining gunships. he just had to word it that way, didn’t he?

“copy that,” you respond, “we’ll see you back here then.”

you move towards the exit, and yves follows. the doors open automatically, and you pass through them, accidentally hitting her elbow.

“watch it, honey,” she says in response.

“honey?” you exasperate, “what are you, an old woman?”

yves, apparently, was not expecting that response, and opens her mouth, then closes it, then says “i can call you honey if i want to,” in retaliation. “i mean, as long, as you’re, you know, okay with that,” she adds.

you are unsure how to respond to this as well. the two of you seem to have gotten into a pickle.

“i mean, yeah, but like, well, yeah,” you say, using the same sentence format unintentionally.

thankfully, yves doesn’t say anything else, and a tight, uncomfortable tension spreads between you. 

you reach the doors of the hanger in silence. yves pushes in front of you and opens them for you, letting you walk through first.

“simp,” you mutter.

“what did you call me?” she inquires, turning to you. the position smushes the two of in the doorway together, and the close proximity makes your knees feel a little weak.

you slip under the arm that she’s using to hold the door and scoot into the room.

she follows you, back straight and head up, now confident in her skills at flustering you.

“you never answered my question,” she states as you walk towards the squad of troopers standing around ahead of you.

“didn’t want to,” you tell her shortly, a teasing smile gracing your face. 

you reach the squad before she can say anything else, and the commander, cody, looks at you, calling the platoon to attention.

you always feel awkward when they do this, feeling undeserving of this kind of respect. you motion for them to relax and be “at ease” as they call it in military terms.

yves glances at you to see if you want her to do the talking, but you’re already speaking.

“master kenobi informed yves and i that geonosis is in danger. captain rex and his troops need our help, so we will be taking the gunships to the surface while masters luminara and kenobi will take the supplies to ryloth.”

everyone nods. it’s your turn to look at yves through your peripheral vision to see if she has anything to add. her eyes go to the side, meeting yours for a split second before she nods as well, and says, “let’s get this bread!”

the both of you march towards the ships, trying your best to inspire confidence in their tired hearts.

this war had been going on for long enough, and at this point you’re not even sure of what you’re fighting for. yeah, you know the separatists were taking over planets and enslaving people, but why should the jedi order be involved? aren’t we keepers of the peace? we’re certainly not soldiers, no matter how cool lightsaber fights look.

jumping onto the gunship farthest to the right, you watch as yves makes her way to the one next to you. 

kenobi had instructed commander cody to take two ships to another part of geonosis and unload supplies before assisting the other two squads on the battlefield. yves would be taking the two supply squads, and you would be leading the other two into battle.

you don’t know if she’s the lucky one, not having to walk into battle as quickly, or the unlucky one, having to jump in after the first wave of destruction has caused, and seeing all the bodies and injuries with a clear head, rather than one clouded and detached from conflict.

you’re sure yves will be able to handle it. she seems to have a strong mind, one that doesn’t let anything get to it. her confidence is unmatched as well, although you did manage to make it falter with your old woman comment. you feel a little bad now, but it was all in good fun.

besides, teasing and messing with attractive women is your specialty. your men, the soldiers, always make fun of you for it, remarking about how you flirt with every single padawan you’re assigned to a mission with. they always laugh, and scold you for making a commander flustered, saying, “we’re not going to follow a jedi that’s blushing and stuttering over their words. nor one that’s raising their eyebrows and winking either!” 

you smile to yourself. despite the horror and sorrow this war has caused, it has brought life-long friendships into your life, and memories you’ll keep forever.

seemingly reading your mind, one of the soldiers, chuck, leans against one of the ship walls and comments, “yves seems a little feisty compared to your normal prey.”

you chuckle at that, “do i seem caught off guard?”

“oh no, not at all commander, just commenting. you might have a little more trouble seducing her into kissing you. and besides,” chuck says, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward, a devious smile on his face, “you’ve been slacking off lately, too scared after padawan tano almost socked you in the jaw for calling her pretty.”

“stop it!” you say, your cheeks heating up and your body suddenly starting to sweat, “you’re making it sound like i’m objectifying them!” your voice raises in pitch, but not in an aggressive way. more like a, “i have no idea what i’m going to say next but i need to defend myself” way.

“i’m just appreciating the amazing goddess-like personalities, souls, and appearances of my fellow jedi,” you tell them.

“right, fellow jedi” tomato, another trooper says.

knowing what he means about “jedi” you retaliate, “hey, we all know no one follows the celibacy rule. that’s just there because the council can’t get any dates and doesn’t want anybody to succeed them in anything.”

“hey, everyone, quiet down and focus, we’re entering the war zone. including you, commander y/n,” cody says gruffly, stepping forward and opening the sliding doors on the sides of the ship.

you feel a bit offended at the interruption, but he was probably just saving you from saying anything controversial, something you’re known for, with your not-so-subtle resentment of the order’s slight corruption.

see, you really don’t mean to be a “rebel” or anything like that. you just find the system to be messed up sometimes, and want to talk about it.

and besides, most of the time your words come out harsher than you intend, or more aggressive than they sounded in your mind. despite your confident persona and flirty, teasing personality, the second the tables are turned on you you have no idea how to handle it. your plan never goes that far, and your mouth just spits out whatever thought came to your brain first. needless to say, it gets you into trouble.

moving towards the edge of the ship absentmindedly, you stare out at the clouds whizzing by. the sound of the wind screaming calms and focuses your mind. jedi mode unlocked.

jumping out of the ship, you plummet over a thirty feet to the ground, landing in a tucked position, and rolling across the dusty ground onto your feet. the gunship lands a few moments after, and your soldiers get out of it, following you through the canyon you were now trapped in.

walking forward fearlessly, you observe the canyon for future hiding spots and places to utilize in the devious plan you were inevitably going to have to make.

the walls are high, tall enough that you can’t see over the edge no matter how far away you get. however, you could possibly climb them in the event of a trap- they are covered in jagged edges and good places to station snipers.

the canyon itself is dry, dusty, and red. small tufts of grass grow here and there. not for long though, they’ll burn during the fighting. it stretches an endless distance behind you, but you catch sight of the dead end up ahead, where captain rex and his troops are supposed to be stationed. 

there’s ample fighting room in some parts, where the width is about as big as three houses standing side by side. in others, the breadth is just enough to hold four soldiers.

captain rex and three other troops emerge from the dead end, sporting muddy, ripped armor. they look exhausted.

“hello, commander y/n,” rex says, “we’re glad you’re finally here, we’ve almost reached our breaking point.”

“what happened?” you ask, now a little worried, but you try not to let it show.

“droids surrounded us, trapped us in the dead end and obliterated half of our platoon. the rest of us are either injured or about to drop dead from keeping the camp alive. we couldn’t see them coming, the walls were too high for us to spot them flying in. the sniper droids kept us in tight places, we couldn’t leave from behind the bunches of rocks we were hiding behind for cover without getting shot.”

you nod. “looks like we’ll have to be smarter than average this time, do something different. the droids have been picking up our normal battle plans, and are being programmed to counter them.”

rex’s face looks grim. he turns to walk back to the camp. you follow him.

“well, at least you’re here.”

“yep. the other half of our platoon is dropping of supplies, but they’ll be here at some point. probably to make a dramatic entrance in the middle of battle and save us all.”

rex laughs a little at that, “who’s the commander?”

“padawan yves.”

“sounds like her.”

“you know her?” you ask him, wanting to know more about this slightly mysterious jedi that has piqued your interest.

“from what people have said, yes. never met her, but everyone talks about her intimidating presence. makes droids fall over with just her stare. says she fights well, but has never taken a liking to it. prefers flying apparently.”

“hmm,” is all you say.

piloting. that’s hot. you hope there’ll be an opportunity to go on a sky mission with her- flirting while shooting ships down is such an aesthetic.

walking into the camp, your heart drops. what rex said was practically an understatement.

everyone looked exhausted- slouching, limping, lying down, frowning, all of the above. less than half the platoon was out, gone forever. someone had managed to close off a corner to put the bodies, but the smell of death was overwhelming. the supply of food in one of the tents could hardly be called a supply, more like some organized scraps. 

you can see how the ambush must have happened. the dead end was shaped in a circle, and the rolling droids with shields around them must have stationed themselves at the top of the canyon, boxing in the clones and forcing them to hide.

“we’ll have to make a plan right away, commander. the droids could come back any minute now. the only reason they left was because they heard jedi were coming, and their general wanted them to regroup before attacking in order to eliminate the jedi,” rex says grimly.

you don’t like the idea, forcing these poor soldiers to fight again, after losing so much of their brethren, but you have no other choice, “do you have a map of the canyon?” you ask, needing a visual in order to plan the attack. 

rex lifts up the flap to one of the tents and walks towards the projection table inside it, clicking a button and pulling up the map.

observing it, you don’t see many options. well, you see a lot, but most involve imminent death and sacrifice.

finally, you catch sight of something. a little niche in the dead end is near a rugged system of rock steps. if you manage to parkour up to the top, you could take out the rolling droids.

“there’s this niche here,” you say, pointing, “i could hide there while the squads station themselves at the entrance to the dead end, and attack the foot droids, keeping them occupied. once the rolling droids come, i could jump up those stairs and catch them from behind.”

rex nods, “that could work.”

the two of you survey the map for any faults, and find a lot, but most of them are nothing you can do anything about, just chance losses that could be detrimental the survival of your entire platoon.

you both sigh, thinking the same thing. 

you don’t have enough people. 

the troopers will be overrun, considering how the droid army is preparing for a jedi. and if they don’t see one, they’re going to do their absolute best to find one and eliminate them, no matter who or what gets in their way. 

“let’s go tell them,” rex says, turning around to leave the tent.

“no,” you stop him, “i’ll tell them, you get some rest.”

rex begrudgingly agrees, and you are satisfied. these soldiers are going to need as much energy as possible if this is going to work.

you tell the soldiers your plan, doing your best to cheer them up with jokes and confidence. they do their best to look less exhausted as well. 

since you didn’t know when the droids were going to appear, everyone had to get in their positions right away. 

and you all sat there. waiting for bloodshed.

and it came, taking you by surprise.

the familiar, repulsive sound of droid guns fires into your ears, grabbing your fight-or-flight instinct by the neck and jostling it up like a box of cereal.

you spur into action, poising yourself in a crouching stance, getting ready to parkour-parkour up the rocky steps. surveying the cliff for the best place to attack first, you catch sight of a small gap, right where the last step breaks off, right where you planned to jump onto the top of the canyon.

without even thinking where you’re going, your body starts moving, flowing with adrenaline and the force, a feeling you’re used to, and you relax into the movement, powering up the steps, leaping up inhuman heights.

reaching the last edge, you flip onto the surface of geonosis, using the dust to hide your form, and run, head-ducked and body crouched, towards the first droid.

lightsaber glowing green, you slide under the blue shield surrounding the sniper, and stab through the power core, rendering the sniper powerless. somehow, the other droids don’t notice you, and you keep going, making your way across the  semi-circle edge of the dead end, not even bothering to look down into the canyon at the battle raging.

the next few snipers are quick work, you slash through them like they’re made of putty, the metal cores sizzling and burning out like broken copper lightbulbs. this is too easy, you think to yourself. something’s bound to happen.

as you reach the fifth one, the other droids finally register you felling their kin, and two of the remaining four focus their fire on you. 

deflecting their shots with your blade, you sprint to one still firing at the battle below, and ruin it like all the others. and as you hide behind its flickering shield, you see what you’ve been missing all this time.

the sniper droids you’ve been destroying up here weren’t the only ones on the playing field. there are six more, heading straight for your soldiers down below. and you won’t make it in time. 

yet you have to.

legs moving faster than ever before, you hoon down the line of droids, barely glancing at the laser bullets aimed towards you before deflecting them. you try to make them hit the rolling droids down below, but it’s no use. their shields are too strong.

you fight back tears. you don’t cry a lot, but then again, you don’t mess up so bad that 30+ people are about to die because of your bad planning either.

finishing off the last droids, you turn towards the canyon. you’re too far away from the steps you came up on to go back then. and you’re too far away from the ground in the canyon to jump down.

you know the former won’t work. you’ll reach the battle and be met with dead bodies and an infinite surplus of gunshots hitting your in the face, causing to do die.

and the latter will most likely kill you as well. 

however, the odds are slightly more in your favor, and with the force of your fall, you could knock the shields enough to give the clones a chance to shoot the droids down. and even though that would mean you would be shot too, you start back-stepping away from the canyon, readying yourself.

it’s okay, you tell yourself. this is what jedis are meant to do, sacrifice themselves for the greater good.

aiming for the middle of the six droids, you start running forward. maybe the shields will stop your fall enough to save you, comes a tiny bulb of hope in your chest. you push it down and don’t listen.

your legs move faster and faster, nearing the edge of cliff before you know it, and you push off, sailing into midair, halting right above the circle of droids and falling, down, down, down into them.

wind whistles around you, and a familiar sound fills your ears. you can’t place it. it blends in with the wind, but it sounds different, more mechanical, and stable.

you don’t have time to think about it. you can barely see the ground you’re about to die on, but it’s close. too close. and getting closer. and closer. the sound gets louder. and louder. 

and then something out of the corner of your eye appears next to you, and someone grabs you hand.

the force of it almost dislocates your shoulder. you’re dragged into a ship. head spinning, everything moving fast, you barely register the features around you- but you know what it is. 

a gunship. 

a face appears in front of yours.

your focus moves completely onto it. as it becomes clearer, and your vision stops blurring, you recognize the person.

it’s yves.

“thought i lost you there for a second,” she says casually, cupping you cheek and lifting your face towards yours, meeting your eyes with hers. in your dazed state of shock you don’t see the terrified, worrisome look rippling across her features.

“they-” you stutter out, “go help rex,” you manage.

“don’t worry, we’re already on it,” she says.

you look outside the ship, your face still expressionless except for the confusion keeping your eyes wide and your mouth open, and see the droids gone, obliterated by the gunships’ firepower,

you can still see droids fighting your soldiers, as the ships can’t fire to close to your men, but the droids, the ones you were about to sacrifice yourself to end, are gone. 

you move to let yves know that you can go help them still, your mouth opening like a fish looking for food, but yves turns your face towards hers again, her hand still firmly holding your jaw, keeping you stationed in reality. “you stay here,” she says, “i’ll go help.”

and with that, she leans down, presses a delicate but protective kiss on your open lips, and jumps off the ship.

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[siennahrobek]

Qui-Gon Jinn had not expected to wake up at all, much less in a fire fight.

He was lying flat on the ground, his back aching a little like he had fallen from the trees. Blaster fire soared over him, and it took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t, in fact, at this position, going to get hit. He could hear some explosions far off, that rumbled the ground and voices that screamed indecipherable orders. Hopefully, the explosions wouldn’t get closer. He had enough to deal with the blasters.

Qui-Gon didn’t really want to move but he knew he probably should. He just had to figure out a way to stand without immediately getting shot in the crossfire of whatever battle was happening. This was all rather strange. With a long and slow blink, he turned to his side, still too low to be in the range of the shots overhead and looked around.

His surroundings were woodsy but in a bit of a clearing. There would be plenty of cover. However, getting to that cover would be the challenge. He crawled over to a fallen log, trying to keep himself unnoticed. He didn’t know who was around or how close they were. Predictably, he failed.

Qui-Gon could practically hear Obi-Wan’s snarky comment. “Well, of course.”

“There is a civilian, sir!” someone called and Qui-Gon knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan. Not that it could have been anyways. Within the moment, Qui-Gon was surrounded, protected by a small group of armored soldiers. They have Qui-Gon enough time to get to his feet and ignite his saber.

There was not a second to waste. He leapt over their heads in a classic and well-done Aratu jump and deflected blaster bolts that were incoming. He didn’t know the sides or who was who, but these boys had defended him. So, for now, it was an easy side to choose. Aratu wasn’t perfect for this type of thing, but Qui-Gon easily shifted into something simple, a blocking form. Reminiscent of Soresu, he has been told.

“Oh! He’s a jedi!” a soldier said, a bit surprised but not completely shocked by his appearance.

Qui-Gon winced, fearing the next reaction. Not everyone was so pleasant and accommodating when people figured out who and what he was.

“I didn’t know another was stationed here,” another said.

They sounded quite familiar to one another. Perhaps it was the vocoder in their helmets.

He blinked, surprised. There was another jedi out here? This far out? It didn’t seem very likely, but the soldiers sounded pretty sure. And apparently, not too displeased either. That was a point in his favor, he supposed. Perhaps he had gotten lucky and chose the right side.

“Commander Tano!” yet another called out, loudly.

“I’m coming, Fives!” a female voice shouted back.

Qui-Gon just barely turned to see a Togruta padawan rumble and tumble through the forest and to their aid, a green lightsaber flashing with jerky movements.

“Canon fire!” someone yelled.

Sure enough, a giant blast soared over them, creating an opening. “That’s our signal!” the Togruta said. “Let’s get back! Come on, master.”

The two jedi and the squad of troopers raced through the foliage, away from the worst of the battle. It was strange, how this was all happening, and he had no idea what was going on. After several minutes, they started to slow down. “I think we are okay, sir,” a soldier said, trying to catch breath.

“Well then, I suppose this could be a moment to ask,” the padawan replied, turning towards Qui-Gon. She looked him over, scanning as if that would glean something from him. In turn, he looked at her. She seemed rather familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He hadn’t been to the Temple in quite some time. “Who are you? And what are you doing out here?”

“Honestly, I could not tell you,” He admitted. “I don’t even know how I got here, much less where here is. However, my name is Master Qui-Gon Jinn.”

They kept walking, barely even stopped for the pause. The girl blinked at him. “Sounds familiar but I’m not sure,” she murmured. “My name is Ahsoka Tano. I think you maybe should talk to my master. He might know more or ya know, who you are.”

The walk turned into something of an initial silence, but it ended up being rather unbearable. Luckily, the Togruta found it just as terrible as him.

“I haven’t seen you around the Temple, Master Jinn. Like at all,” she pointed out, suspicion seeping into her voice. He wondered if he should be surprised by it or not. “Where have you been?”

He was truthful, there was no reason not to be. “I haven’t been to the Temple in…quite some time. Last, I remember, I was falling on an ocean planet in wild space. I was sure I was going to die,” he confessed.

“The Force works in quite mysterious ways,” Ahsoka shrugged.

“That it does. I will admit, I do have some questions. Do you mind?”

“Go ahead, Master Jinn,” she said. “I will answer them to the best of my ability, as long as it isn’t, like, confidential or something.”

As they trudged through the partially decimated forests, Qui-Gon learned a great many things. There was a war. It had engulfed nearly the entire known galaxy and then some. And the jedi were fighting in it. His heart became stuck in his throat. How long had he been gone? The enemy, the Separatists, were cruel and did horrible crimes, their army made up of droids. They invaded, enslaved and even massacred entire peoples and planets. The soldiers piped in when warranted, sometimes lending out quips and barbs when the subject called for it. They rather liked making fun of the droids, he found.

The soldiers themselves were light and warm and just a little different than most beings Qui-Gon knew and come across in his life. They felt right, like they were meant to be friends with the jedi. It was both a warm and disturbing thought.

All the talk however, rather led him to the conclusion that he wasn’t in the same galaxy he was before.

He wondered what changed.

The camp they came to looked sparse and it appeared to be packed up to move. He wondered if that was a good or bad thing. Solders ran everywhere. A few didn’t have their helmets. They looked identical…all of them. Before he could ask, Padawan Tano called out. “Master?”

A young man turned around. It had been several years since Qui-Gon had seen this boy in person, but his presence was unmistakable… although a bit lighter than anticipated.

“Anakin?” he muttered, confused.

Whatever the man was holding, he dropped it, turning to stare at Qui-Gon in what could only be construed as absolute shock. Qui-Gon didn’t think his presence was that surprising. They had seen each other around over the years although, granted, not lately.

“That’s not…” the man muttered then strode over, fierce and bright. Qui-Gon suppressed a wince as he approached. Ahsoka noticed. Anakin did not. He enveloped the master in a tight and all-encompassing hug. “You aren’t a ghost,” he murmured, shocked and airy. “You are real.”

“Uh. Yes,” he affirmed, brows furrowing in confusion. “I will admit… I did not expect you to be so happy to see me.”

Just because Anakin didn’t appear to resent Qui-Gon for not training him, didn’t mean that the boy was ever particularly happy to see or be around him. The young man finally pulled back, looking at him so intently Qui-Gon wasn’t sure what he was looking for but Anakin looked nearly as confused as the older master himself. “Why not? You are the one that saved me from slavery.”

Ahsoka looked surprised as she glanced between them. “Wait… he’s…”

“I can’t believe you are here,” Anakin interrupted, returning to a near giddy state. The girl just continued to look flabbergasted, like she was seeing a ghost but she stopped speaking on the matter.

“I am beginning to suspect I am not in my galaxy,” Qui-Gon mused, uncertainly. None of this made much sense, at least in the terms of his own. What little research he had done in phenomena of the cosmic and unifying force had usually been in the realm of prophecy, at least when he was younger. Qui-Gon had very little thought on the matter in the past ten years.

“Or you time traveled,” Anakin teased, bright and happy. Qui-Gon didn’t think so but something was niggling in the back of his mind not to argue. “This is just going to blow my master’s mind,” he grinned and spun his head around, looking. He glanced over at one of the nearby troopers, dressed in blue and white, with a large pauldron that jutted out from his shoulder. “Hey Rex, do you know where Commander Cody and my master are?”

Rex stopped and dipped his head in acknowledgement before gesturing in a direction. “Incoming, sir. From the north.”

Anakin grinned even wider, his eyes sparkling in something amazed and mischievous. “Come on, master,” he urged, looking back at Qui-Gon and pulling him towards the direction the trooper had given him. “This is going to be great. I have so much to tell you.”

*

Qui-Gon’s legs gave out at the sight of him because, well, it was impossible.

Anakin hadn’t gotten much in, just a bit more about the war when…. when he came in. And Qui-Gon had spotted him right away, he had seen him and heard his voice and felt him – oh! It could only be a wonderful dream. His brain was practically empty with only joy filling it. The disbelief and logic could not quite settle in at the moment, not with the initial reaction of this.

Qui-Gon had dreamed about this.

He was running into the camp, flanked by a myriad of soldiers, shouting out orders with a child perched in his arms like it was absolutely normal. The child was clinging to him, terrified, of course, but rather trusting with their perch. His hair was lighter than Qui-Gon remembered, and longer, a rather neat cut with bangs swept off to the side. He had grown in a beard, which helped hide his natural baby face. It aged him, Qui-Gon mused, but not particularly in a bad way. Qui-Gon wondered if it made others listen and respect him more. With his under tunics, he had pieces of armor scattered around his form. A pauldron had the Order’s symbol on it while his vambrace sported a red and yellow open circle; two halves that formed a whole.

Interesting, he thought. He wondered the reasoning and symbolism behind it.

Despite all the changes, the impossible age, Qui-Gon would know him anywhere. Even if he could not feel that familiar presence and even through the aging. He would know that voice, he would know him.

He would know his apprentice.

Anakin was trying to support his weight, but Qui-Gon was already on his knees, on the ground, staring in absolute shock and awe, leaning against one of the crates they were standing near. “Obi-Wan,” he whispered in disbelief, tears swelling in his eyes. “It’s…impossible.”

“What do you mean?”

He barely registered the young… padawan? Knight? He wasn’t sure what Anakin was at this point, although the Togruta had called him master. He was rather young for it. Qui-Gon couldn’t answer, his brain was running in circles and his tongue was completely tied up.

“General Kenobi!” one of the soldiers called from across the clearing and camp, him and two others making their way to the jedi knight – no, master. It was clear, Qui-Gon could see, could feel, his padawan was a master. With a dazzling grin, Obi-Wan handed one of them the child. The soldier ripped off his helmet and laughed, receiving the gift with such approval and glee. The child seemed to find this transfer acceptable and held on tight, wrapping thin arms around the trooper. Another just huffed but Qui-Gon feel some sense of vague amusement rolling off of him.

“Waxer! Boil! Perfect,” Obi-Wan snickered but he sounded perfectly pleased. His accent was the same as always, although perhaps a bit polished with some sort of undertone Qui-Gon couldn’t identify. Perhaps it was all the time spent with the soldiers that shifted it. “Mind watching this youngling until we can find his parents?”

One soldier scowled, away from the child. He was trying to project his disapproval, Qui-Gon realized, but no one was buying it. “Sir, that was one time.”

“You’re good at it!”

There was some more laughs and the child that was in one soldier’s arms seemed so sense something and jumped into the other one. He caught the child quickly but awkwardly and everyone just kept chuckling.

“We will find the parents sir!” the first soldier grinned.

Obi-Wan continued to smile and Qui-Gon was amazed. He had seen so much destruction and horrible feats in the little time he had spent here, in the battlefield, on the camp with the wounded and dying. He could feel the pain and darkness in the Force, in the galaxy, but somehow, someway, Obi-Wan could find some joy in the little things he had learned with and about the soldiers. They were his friends, Qui-Gon realized. All of this was hitting him like a brick.

Qui-Gon missed a lot of the conversation after that with his thoughts and he could vaguely hear and sense Anakin talking beside him, barely taking into account Obi-Wan’s presence across the clearing, so worried about Qui-Gon. But the older master…he just couldn’t stop staring.

Ten years and all he could do was stare.

Qui-Gon finally got himself to stand, and he felt hands on him, but he just shrugged them off. He had to move. He had to move, move quickly. Stumbling towards his former padawan, he vaguely heard Anakin call after him, but Qui-Gon did not really hear. He didn’t hear anything anymore; it was rather like he was under the harsh waves of the planet he had fallen into, nothing but crashing and nothing to see as water slammed into his eyes. And the only bit of light was that in front of him, the only thing he could see, the only thing he could focus on.

There was nothing but Obi-Wan.

His eyes never left him.

He was so close.

“Obi-Wan,” he whispered and reached.

Qui-Gon somehow stopped himself before he could crash into the now jedi master and leaned against the table before them. Obi-Wan had not turned, had not even reached for his presence, still going over maps and paperwork laid out.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with a sigh. He sounded so fond with undertones of sarcasm and wit. “You sound as if you thought I would not survive. That is a bit insulting, don’t you think?” he snorted and shook his head. A small smile was creeping underneath his beard. One of the soldiers, a commander, Qui-Gon suspected, along with a few hours were just staring at him, unsure. Obi-Wan just continued to speak, so focused on his task at hand. “I noticed pack up is coming along. I hope the natives have been warned and moved. And delegating that to Ahsoka and your poor Captain is such bad form-.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon croaked out again.

“You sound absolutely terrible, dear one, are you…” And then Obi-Wan finally, finally, turned around to face him, the words, dying on his lips as he stared at Qui-Gon, near uncomprehending. Qui-Gon could not see what he was thinking.

“Obi-Wan.”

The young man swallowed, staring intently before he took a shaky breath and shook his head slowly. “Someone please get Helix,” Obi-Wan said, cordially, and Qui-Gon was momentarily confused until he realized Obi-Wan wasn’t actually talking to him, personally. “I appear to be hallucinating,” he explained further. He didn’t take his eyes off of Qui-Gon, just stared and appeared to be studying him.

A soldier ran off. Others just watched. Because even though Obi-Wan had said he was hallucinating, they could all see him. Qui-Gon wondered what had happened that made Obi-Wan think this way, that seeing him was more likely to be a hallucination than real. He was dead, Qui-Gon guessed.

“You aren’t,” Qui-Gon’s voice cracked from emotion because in all honesty, it did not feel real. There were so many emotions wrapped up in all of this. He could feel Obi-Wan’s warmth, see his light and it felt impossible. “But I feel as though I must be.”

He then couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and hugged his padawan, wrapping his arms securely around him and oh – he was still shorter than the older master. Qui-Gon could still tuck him under his chin and that he did. He tucked what used to be his little child under his chin and wrapped him so tight like if he even gave an inch back, he would lose him all together.

“What is this,” Obi-Wan mumbled but he accepted the hug, even leaning into Qui-Gon, a bit limp. When was the last time Qui-Gon hugged his padawan? When was the last time anyone had hugged his padawan? He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted the answer.

“Such a blessing,” Qui-Gon muttered to himself, and he was crying now, tears slipping out silently. He couldn’t believe it. Because this was more than he could dream. He had seen Obi-Wan over the years, in dreams, nightmares, even drug-induced hallucinations (not on purpose) but he had never been able to really speak, never been able to tough and hug and reach with the Force. Qui-Gon, at this point, was scared to. Scared to see what he would find.

“I do not understand what is happening.”

Qui-Gon barely pulled back – barely – just to look at Obi-Wan’s face. He was so tired in a resigned type of way; like the weight of the galaxy had been put on his shoulders. Qui-Gon had a sneaking position something like that was, in fact, happening. “Goodness, look at you,” he said instead, trying to smile because oh, this was the most pleasant dream.

Obi-Wan’s expression turned wary, suspicious. “Me.”

“You’ve grown up so well, my dear,” Qui-Gon replied instead because he had. Obi-Wan looked so good and the older master could only imagine how well he was doing in his studies, in his learning, in what he had done and accomplished and grown. “I like the haircut and the beard, it suits you. I think it makes you look older but not in a bad way, distinguished or something,” he chuckled but then frowned suddenly. Obi-Wan frowned back. “But…you…you look so sad.”

“You can see that?”

How could he not? How could anyone not?

Who hadn’t seen this?

“It has only been ten years, Obi-Wan, not ten lifetimes,” he replied, trying to keep with another smile. “I never knew you as well as I should have…but I know that…weight. I’ve underestimated it, but I’ve seen it.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan mumbled, glancing down and Qui-Gon couldn’t quite read what he was thinking about that. “You kind of look the same.”

Qui-Gon let out a wet, half-hearted laugh and he almost couldn’t stop because that…that was something he would say, although not quite as snarky as the witty teenager Qui-Gon used to think. “One does not often change too much so into life and habits,” he admitted and he projected some type of joy.

“You smell better,” he mumbled and glanced up at him at him, watching Qui-Gon’s face for something. Qui-Gon wondered what he was looking for. “Look nice. It’s trimmed,” he noted, curiously, touching the ends, in some sort of wonder. Qui-Gon just smiled again, his shoulders relaxing.

Qui-Gon hummed. “I kept thinking of you,” he muttered, truthfully.

“This is incredibly strange.”

His note about the hair? Or the scenario? Both? It hardly mattered.

“You seem to be taking the possibility fairly well, however,” Qui-Gon replied.

Obi-Wan let out a light chuckle but there continued to be a hollowness underneath it, like he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or not. Oh, Qui-Gon wanted to know everything that had happened without him, everything he didn’t know. He wanted to know everything because he seemed to have missed so much and he had this strange second chance. He needed make the most of it. Obi-Wan shook his head in some form of disbelief. “Ah, if only you knew all the things we have gone through in your absence.”

“Then I’m sure I’d understand,” he guessed.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were sparkling, partially with tears. “Perhaps…we…we must go,” he added, stepping back and out of Qui-Gon’s embrace. The older man frowned just a bit, he did not want to let go of his child, the one he had lost so long ago. But Obi-Wan kept talking and then Qui-Gon understood the urgency. “The Separatist forces are approaching.”

“The droids.”

Obi-Wan glanced at him, questioning and curious.

Qui-Gon shrugged. “The padawan, Ahsoka, told me.”

His former padawan straightened so much, Qui-Gon thought if he touched him, the man would snap in half. A medic had run up, with a few others, but Obi-Wan waved him off. “False alarm Helix,” he said with some amusement that no one else probably found amusing. “It appears I am not hallucinating after all. It just appears that my former master who was actually quite dead has either been resurrected, time travelled or jumped dimensions.”

“Force shenanigans?” one of the troopers near them grinned. He had scars all over his face and some scruff on the lower half but there was a life to him that Qui-Gon nearly melted in the presence of.

“Yes, Immortal. That is probably the most reasonable explanation,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Clankers are inbound, but Oddball and his squad are ready for bombardment when you give the signal,” another soldier – the commander, Qui-Gon believed – added, stepping in and standing next to Obi-Wan.

“Let’s move out and give Oddball and his boys space to do their work,” Obi-Wan nodded and turned towards Qui-Gon. “We really should get going. Do you mind following us?”

This was currently Obi-Wan’s domain, his galaxy. His padawan may have been at war again but Qui-Gon had to believe there was a reason. There was a reason last time and Obi-Wan did not jump into these things’ willy nilly. It wasn’t something that he enjoyed. He was a creature of duty and compassion and Qui-Gon had spent the last ten years thinking about him and wistfully dreaming of more time. He had it now, he would not give it up so easily. Obi-Wan knew this world, what was happening, what they were doing. And from what little Qui-Gon could gather, he had become quite the leader.

“I will follow your lead,” Qui-Gon vowed, resolute and truthful.

Something softened in his padawan’s eyes, and he nodded, gratefully.

My, what a strange world he had ended up in, indeed.

#don't lose heart #don't lose heart au #qui-gon lives #sort of #au #crossing timelines #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #fives #captain rex #commander cody #boil #waxer #clone trooper wooley #clone trooper boil #original clone characters #immortal

[wolffesimp]

This is What War Does to You

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summary: y/n is a doctor for the GAR. after a stressful day, obi wan seeks comfort from her. 

warnings: 1.4 k words of trash. hurt to comfort fic. there is a lil bit of angst and there is also happy endings cuz i don’t write unhappy endings in MY CANON! 🥰

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Rex was the first to run in, holding a trooper in his arms. In obvious disarray, he was looking around to try and find Y/N. His desperate eyes locked with hers. Y/N gaped, running to Rex. Just then, more injured troopers entered. Many familiar faces were in pain. 

“Wh-what happened?” she was horrified, grabbing Rex’s arm to lead him to the medic bay. “I need all hands on deck! Troopers will be coming in soon!”

Rex set down the clone in front of Y/N. 

“Injuries?”

“Leg and left arm.”

Stripping the clone of their armor, she found the sticky blacks hiding underneath. They had been bleeding profusely. She cringed as she unveiled their injuries. Two deep gashes from bullet wounds. Looking up, she found Rex’s tired eyes. He can’t be here, it’s just too much for him right now.

“Rex, honey, you need to leave. They are safe in my care.”

“But ma’am-”

“Do not fight with me right now. We cannot afford to have such arguments when your brothers are all in critical condition.”

Rex frowned as she began to turn on her medical droids and ready her tools. “I-I understand.”

She caressed his cheek gently. In no way did she mean to come off cold. But right now there was too much happening. Y/N couldn’t have him in her way. “Thank you, Rex. You are one of the bravest soldiers I know.”

And with that, he walked away. Assessing the troopers injuries, she mentally prepared herself for a long night. The entire bay was filled with clone troopers and their short-staffed medical team. Emitting a sigh, she began to work on the man in front of her. 

How many more would she have to treat tonight?

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Well, Y/N was beyond stressed. By the time of 6 AM, she was still working. The last trooper was being treated. Their injury wasn’t extensive, unlike the others that she treated. She made her medical team go to sleep earlier in the morning. So, she worked silently in the shroud of stars and hyperspace. 

Suddenly she felt a presence. Looking behind her, she found a sleepy Obi Wan. He approached her, standing beside the head doctor. In his hands he held a tea and coffee. Completing the last stitch, she exhaled deeply. Y/N turned to the Jedi who offered her the coffee. Warmth filled her palms as she latched onto the cup. Eyes softening, she gave the Jedi the best smile she could muster in her drowsy state. 

“I could just kiss you right now, Obi Wan. This means a lot to me.”

Obi Wan laughed. “How are you doing, Y/N?”

This is a dandy opportunity for Y/N to release all of her internalized stress and anger! Obi Wan sat down in a nearby chair. Y/N paused to take a sip of her coffee. 

“I thought this was going to be a great way to help the GAR! Which, it is, but there is so much other shit going on! Like, I’m not just a doctor. I serve as a soldier in some situations where my medical attention is needed on the field. I help Cody and Rex strategize and provide mental support to any clone that needs it. And now, I have not one pain in the ass, but two entire legions of pains in my ass! No offense, but you Jedi are also crazy! Next thing I know you motherfuckers are gonna start flying around with your weird mind powers!”

“So, to answer your question, I am doing fan-fucking-tastic Obi Wan. Especially since you guys brought in at least 15 new soldiers for me and my team to scramble around and try to help without giving me any heads up!”

“I admit, that was inappropriate of me. But it wasn’t like we were expecting everything to go wrong.”

Sitting beside the General, she ran her fingers through his hair. “I know darling. There’s nothing you can do about it now though.”

He yawned. “Suppose so.”

“Have you gotten any sleep?”

“Only woke up a few minutes ago.” 

Like a puppy, he curled into Y/N’s side. 

“Just let me stay here for a little bit.” Obi Wan said

His arms wrapped around her waist. Burying his head into her upper chest, he intently listened to her heartbeat. Their position was slightly awkward, as the arms of the chairs separated their bodies slightly. But they made it work. Comfortingly, she continued to run her fingers through his hair. It always worked like a charm on the Jedi. 

“Everything went wrong. No matter what we did-”

“What happened happened. You cannot go back in time, no matter how much you want to. There will always be lives lost in war. I am not saying that these deaths are meaningless. They most certainly are not. But, it is the expectation that people you love will die. That is why I hope there is a place we go after we die, reuniting with everyone who is gone.”

“Fate works in strange ways. Like how I joined the GAR and met all of you magical people. Nothing is a coincidence. In the end, we are all connected one way or another.”

“Now, you can look at the clone’s deaths however you like. But me personally? I will be thinking about the next time I see them. Not in pain, not sick, not dying in my arms, but happy. It is what they deserve. Only the best the afterlife has to offer.”

“War is ugly. You can never forget or escape it. I know some moments still haunt me in my sleep, and I haven’t fought nearly as many battles as they have. But what we have to do is get through it. To see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know it’s there and if we fight long enough, we will find it.”

Obi Wan was crying, she realized soon after her compelling speech. His body shook as silent sobs racked through his body. Arms tightening around her waist, grabbing at her supple skin. He needed something- anything to make him feel better. Like a child, he was deadlocked onto her. The pressure of being the perfect general and Jedi was prevealant in the wrinkles on his handsome face and the callouses on his hands.

Hot tears stained her shirt as they continuously fell from his face. Y/N held him impossibly closer, hoping her affection was enough to quell the sadness in his heart. Tears also began to fill her eyes. An immense sense of guilt fell over the two. 

This is what war does to you. 

It breaks you slowly. Even the strongest of people cried.

“It’s alright darling. It’s alright.”

They both knew it wasn’t. 

“Nothing is lost so long as we continue to dream in color and fight with all we’ve got.”

To Obi Wan and Y/N, dreaming in color was fantasizing the ideal future. One where the Jedi weren’t held up to such high standards. One where the clones lived a full life doing whatever they liked, not judged by society because they all looked the same. One where Ahsoka felt like a real teenager and did teenager things. One where Padmé and Anakin get their happy ending. They could make it a reality so long as they fought hard enough. 

Obi Wan tilted his head up. Just the sight of his heartbroken eyes cued Y/N’s floodgates. His bloodshot, golden orbs continued to be beautiful even in moments of pain. Neither were used to letting their guards down. She cupped the sides of his face, thumbs running over his deep and silky beard. Tears dripped down her chin and jaw as they shared the intimate moment. 

“You stop that.” Obi Wan said 

Weakly, he kissed her tears away. Soft lips collided on her skin. Heat coursed through her veins at the gesture. Closing her eyes, she let the last of her tears slip out. The salty taste lingered as he pulled her into his lap. Her legs wrapped around his torso. Pressing their foreheads against each other, they stared back at one another. 

“You are the one that started crying first.” she teased softly

They both laughed despite the pain. It was something you learned to do after so many hardships. She rested her head in his neck. 

“I forgot how tired I was...”

“Then go to sleep, darling.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Just as she was doing to him a few moments ago, he began to play with her hair. Coaxing her to sleep, he mumbled things into her ear. But she caught one thing before she succumbed to slumber. 

“I love you.”

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a/n: WOOOOW IT HAS BEEN A MINUTE, Y’ALL! I am so glad that I worked past my writers block! I really do hope to be posting more content soon. Sometimes it’s just hard to force yourself to sit down and FINALLY write! But I did it! I’m hoping you guys enjoyed! 

And as I always say, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO INTERACT! My ask box is ALWAYS open! My direct messages are OPEN! Comments are welcomed, as well as reblogs. I love you guys!

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[tragedy-for-sale]

let's get down to business

(To defeat the huns)

Okay this is actually just cadet Cody headcannons before we jump into this week's madness schedule.

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Cody wasn't as stoic and 'by the book' as he is now. He was a bit rebellious but a good person. Some of his views were messed up but he never was after his own gain. He was very generous and always looked to the deeper meaning of his brothers' actions. He'll always took his brothers' side even if they're in the wrong.

Cody is his batch leader; his batch mates are Fox, Wolffe, Colt, and Bly. Cody pushes them and they are the perfect squad that every brother wanted to be a part of. Even though the other four are constantly tired and beaten due to Cody pushing their limits.

When he lets his boys rest, he's helping in the medbay with a certain four misfits or he's helping train younger cadets, which is what leads him to meet Rex. He's worked in maintenance with 99 and helps him clean up after training sessions, he'll let his brothers go on without him. Cody never stops working and has become the Kamionions' favorite clone.

Rex calls Cody 'Bubby' and Cody calls Rex 'bro-bro' deal with it.

So he's earned the title of "The Prince of Kamino" everyone loves him and it's hard to hate someone who is so perfect in terms of his work, morals, just everything about Cody is so perfect. So his brothers also call him 'Prince' which Cody hates but it would've been his name if he didn't despise it.

He's even watched Boba from time to time, Jango found this particular clone to have gotten the best genes and had the best personality he could have hoped for those men to have. Boba liked Cody, sometimes they'd pass out after watching TV or Cody got Boba to tour the facilities with him.

Literally everyone knows about Cody and everyone love-hates him because he really is the best clone on Kamino. He's so crazy kind, and just has an excellent sense of what's right and wrong. He has everyone's respect and Cody always blushes like a mess when someone mentions how perfect he is cause, "I'm just helping and doing my best"

Cody was trained for positions, the Kamionions knew a clone like Cody should not be wasted as a normal commander, because if the man is the same when the war starts, he'd deserve more. So they gave him ARC training, he can speak several languages, and of course, physical fighting is something he excelled in. He was going to be a Marshal and there wasn't one person on Kamino that doubted he would be.

Cody's life is going perfect, he's living in the clouds. Then he finds a little blond brother crying in a supply closet. Because of his hair. Cody became angry that his hair was causing his little brother so much pain. Then Cody's picture perfect view began to crack. He started to notice that the Kamionions didn't care for them as he thought. Cody's reality shattered in an instant.

One night, Fox said something he'd never forget and then Cody became a bit colder, he started to live by "Good soldiers follow orders" and Cody changed. He stopped smiling and laughing, not even letting the rules slide like he had. It was a change everyone noticed and a few joked 'the prince had dropped his crown' and maybe he had, because he's never held his head as he sobbed in a closet. In the blink of an eye, his world as he knew it, was over.

#wonder what Fox said #🧐🧐 #commander cody #clones #clone wars #tcw #star wars #sw #cody week #eeeeee

[mk-wizard]

Is Heatwave really an Autobot?

Two fan theories in one day! This one came out of the blue and it was inspired by @geminiofpluto​ who had an art piece in her reblogs that seemed strange, but now, kind of explains a bit about Heatwave. The big obscure fan theory I am going to discuss is the Autobot from the beloved Rescue Bots series aimed for small children and how he may have a huge skeleton in his closet. The big theory and mystery is... is Heatwave really an Autobot?

Now, I know what many fans are thinking. Of course he’s an Autobot! He’s got the insignia, he calls himself one and he’s a Rescue Bot for crying out loud! However, might I remind everyone that in the beginning of the series, Heatwave didn’t want to be a Rescue Bot especially not for humans. He wanted to be a soldier in Optimus Prime’s platoon and even after he was given his task, he practised it begrudgingly making it constantly obvious that he didn’t want to be there. While his coworkers found joy in their jobs, Heatwave never completely did. Sure, he does save people and he does have a good spark, but that doesn’t mean he’s a saint. Heatwave always came across as the most hostile out of the four bots and even when he went on to become a teacher in Rescue Bots Academy, this aggression remained.

I also noticed something else that is worth noting even if it seems a weird: Heatwave is the most frightening when angry. He bares his teeth, raises his voice, clenches his fists, is not above making threats and has even gotten spiteful at times. Another thing about Heatwave that is unbecoming of an Autobot is that he doesn’t seem to like people very much in general not just humans. And not in an unfriendly-I-just-want-to-be-left-alone way like Gears does. Heatwave is an-I-hate-everything-and-everyone level of not liking people. And the more he doesn’t like you, the meaner he can get. I mean, just look at how he treats Hotshot. Yes, Hotshot is a handful, but I have to say it if no one else will, Heatwave actively singles him out and when he becomes his personal instructor, he is negligent and even tricks him into doing janitor work. Moreover, he only starts warming up to Hotshot when the kid starts idolising him which just seems off to me. The only type of people Heatwave does seem to like are fighters and fans hence why he idolises Optimus and respects Cody. And why he only took a liking to Hotshot when he started to idolise him. The more I look at Heatwave’s personality profile, the less I see an Autobot. Yes, deep down, he is good and tries to stay on the straight and narrow, but it seems to be a struggle with him. This has lead me to think that maybe just maybe Heatwave isn’t really an Autobot at all. Methinks that Heatwave has a bit of Decepticon in him.

Like I said, this doesn’t mean his moral alignment isn’t good. It is all the way. However, having Decepticon code in your data does have an impact on you and it is a fact that it does give the Transformer a predisposition to be a fighter. While some bots are better at managing these aggressive urges, they all have it. I would imagine that these urges are even harder to manage in an Autobot society which is well meaning, but has the backwater lifestyle of suppressing negativity rather than dealing with it which explains why Heatwave is a bundle of nerves. As DeviantArt user beccaboo13 explains in an article post of hers, she noticed the same traits in Heatwave and explains that he either was once entirely Decepticon and converted or one of his parents was a Decepticon meaning while his frame and insignia are Autobot, his data had Decepticon in it.

However, unlike her, I don’t think Heatwave is aware of it because he has the Autobot mentality and patriotism. He also only knows the Autobot way hence his loyalty to the Prime and wanting to serve him directly. My theory is that Heatwave was born a Decepticon, but converted as a sparkling or very small youngling by a set of adoptive Autobot parents who have yet to confide in him. Or one of his parents converted to Autobot, but this process is not perfect so some Decepticon got carried over to Heatwave. Keep in mind that in Autobot society, interfactional marriage is forbidden so having the Decepticon parent convert was the only way they could get married and both live on Cybertron.

Now, this isn’t to say that the Decepticon data (if it is there) has done only a disservice to Heatwave. The same Decepticon code that makes him hostile, stubborn and daring also makes him protective, passionate and willing to take heroic risks hence why he is a Rescue Bot at all. I mean, why should he be reduced to pretending that he’s a mindless robot and never take credit for his own hard work? And seriously, is he really in the wrong about being angry that he got reduced to a playground? Is this honouring him really even under the guise of a mindless robot? It’s not and frankly, if his partner respected him back, he would have at least asked the kids to not bring food on him and handle with care. This... come on. This is objectification and mockery.

Anyway, that is my fan theory inspired by @geminiofpluto​ and hope you all liked it.

#transformers #transformers fandom #transformers heatwave #heatwave #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #transformers rescue bots academy #hotshot #teacher #autobot #decepticon #transformers fanficiton #fandom #fan theory #fanfiction

[bi-naesala]

Meeting the commander

In the wake of the beginning of the war, Obi-Wan meets his commander.

((Part of the Sith Obi-Wan AU))

Can also be read on AO3

Clones.

So this is what his Master had in mind. Obi-Wan can’t help but to be impressed.

Convincing the Republic to use a certain weapon and then turning that weapon against it is a bold tactic, but it may work: the Jedi have accepted their new role as soldiers without much of a doubt, blinded by their complacency and arrogance. And to think that he used to respect them.

It’s a shame that they had to kill the original template, Jango Fett, but it’s for the best. Bounty hunters are unpredictable, even the “supposed” honourable ones.

Money can turn around even the most virtuous sentient, Obi-Wan knows it.

 Today he’s supposed to meet his commander. He’s been assigned to the 212th battalion and, like any general, he’ll have to work with a clone commander.

He has no idea whether this clone is in on the plot or not, but he supposes he won’t have to wait long before finding out. Having to go around your own commander for his sinister deeds might be difficult, but Obi-Wan’s confident in his abilities. He’ll find a way if he must.

 A tapping sound distracts him, and he turns around to see Anakin, arms crossed to his chest, tapping his foot against the cold floor of Kamino’s cloning facility. That boy has no patience at all.

Obi-Wan shakes his head slightly, though he can’t help but to smile, although thinly. He’s grown a lot already since they first met, though in some ways he’s still a child, like when he so adamantly refuses to listen to him, opting to do things his own way instead. Not that independent thinking is such a bad thing, but he fears that as things proceed they might not be on the same side even just because he never agrees with him on principle.

He hopes things will not end up that way. Things would be easier if he was honest with him, but at this point he’s too afraid he’d ruin the plan he’s carefully concocted over the years because of his moody teenager tendencies. Maybe in a few years he might, after all he’d lie if he said that he hasn’t grown attached to him; besides, he knows of his and Padmé’s arrangement - even if in Anakin’s mind they are keeping it secret - and he wouldn’t want to deprive his dear friend of her lover. He just hopes that when he does it won’t be too late. He’s seen the way Master looks at Anakin, how he speaks to him; it’s not hard to understand what he wants.

Still, he’s confident that, if it comes down to it, Anakin will choose wisely - he looks at Padmé like he’d hang the starts and the moon for her, he doesn’t think he would ever betray her, at least not willingly.

At least he can appreciate his defiance towards the Jedi teachings. That will surely be useful in the future, but in the meantime he’ll keep subtly encourage him to keep it up this way, while being close enough to him that he’ll consider him a friend.

 The sound of steps approaching them interrupts this train of thought, and Obi-Wan resumes his mask of placate calmness.

Here it comes Nala Se, followed by what he presumes will be his new commander officer. There isn’t much else that Obi-Wan can discern since he’s wearing his full armor, helmet included, so he can’t see his face, though he picks up a strong force signature.

“Master Kenobi,” Nala Se greets him once she’s close enough, “It’s always a pleasure having you.”

Words of circumstance. It doesn’t take lot for Kenobi to sense the falseness of what she said.

“Likewise, it is always a pleasure to come visit,” he replies, keeping his voice and expression polite. He hears Anakin snort at the obvious lie he just said, but he ignores him, attention focusing completely on the clone, who takes a step ahead after Nala Se gestures him to do so.

He stands at attention, stance firm, but Obi-Wan doesn’t doubt not even for a second that, if something happened, he’d be the first to act.

 “Master Kenobi, I present you CC-2224--”

“You can call me Cody.”

 The glare Nala Se sends his way is enough to almost make Obi-Wan crack, but he manages not to laugh nor smile. The same can’t be said for Anakin, who chuckles on the side.

He can sense a wave of smugness coming from the commander, and he can already tell that the two of them are going to get along just fine; he just hopes this defiant attitude will be reserved only to the Kaminoans and not also him.

“As you must already know, I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’ll be your general,” he says after clearing his throat in order to defuse the situation. He sends Cody a smile. “I’m looking forward working together.”

The clone’s posture seems to relax, though it’s such a subtle change that Obi-Wan almost misses it. His politeness is paying already.

“Me too.”

  They don’t stay long - they never do. Can you blame them? That place could irritate even the calmest of souls.

 As soon as Obi-Wan and Cody are alone, Obi-Wan turns towards the clone.

“There’s no need to keep your helmet on, commander. We’re all friends here,” he says. If they’re going to work together, they best get acquainted with each other, and Obi-Wan would much rather look at his face rather than feeling a blank stare coming from the helmet. It makes him feel more like he’s talking to a thing rather than a person.

Cody nods, and he removes his helmet without any objections. If it’s because he actually wants to take it off too or if it’s because he’s taken it as an order, Obi-Wan doesn’t know.

Unsurprisingly, he looks exactly like Jango Fett, though he does look younger. Obi-Wan gets the sense immediately that this is a serious, dedicated man, which is something he appreciates. Besides, he’s not bad to look at, not bad at all; Jango was quite the looker after all, so it’s not surprising.

He must be blatantly staring, because Cody clears his throat.

“Something’s wrong, sir?” he asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head.

“I’m sorry commander. It was a long journey,” he justifies himself, not wanting to make Cody privy of his actual inner thoughts. It seems to be working, because the clone nods, taking what he said as the truth.

 Silence.

Obi-Wan notices Cody looking around in a way that’s making it very clear that he’s making sure nobody’s around to hear him. Oh, does the commander have something important to tell him? Obi-Wan has a hunch, but he’ll wait until he says something before jumping to conclusions.

After seeing that yes, they are alone, Cody leans closer in fact, whispering something to him.

“Chancellor Palpatine sent me under… special orders, sir” he says. Obi-Wan understands immediately what he means: it appears that he and the commander are indeed on the same side.

That’s good news. It means that Obi-Wan will have someone else he can count on, someone close to him, someone that is well involved in this war as well. Nobody suspects Obi-Wan already, and they will suspect Cody even less: why should a clone be involved in any kind of conspiracy? He’s perfect for this job.

 “If that’s the case, I can say for certain now that I’m truly eager to begin working with you,” he says, not just for politeness this time, but actually meaning it, and he stretches one hand towards Cody, who takes it without hesitation, shaking it with a strong grip.

“Me too, sir.”

#obi wan kenobi #commander cody #sw #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #my fics #mine #sith obi wan au

[captaingondolin]

Codywan 7, with the vode, Jedi, and all of obi-wan’s friends (Dex, Quin, Satine, maybe even Hondo) Also, not just w family and friends, I want to know how their enemies react, bc I know for a fact Dooku would be disapproving and ventress would be very lewd about it

Oh oh ooooh, this was brilliant, it’s gonna be so much fun to answer.

…so this turned into yet another fix it. Is anyone surprised? The whole second chapter of Keeping secrets, keeping faith is about people finding out about them (it’s mostly written, just not posted yet). Turns out it’s one of my favourite things to do, so here’s more because I can’t stop.

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To Obi-Wan’s endless chagrin, the very first person to find out is Ventress. Him and Cody have been cut off from the rest of their men and Cody is wounded. Conscious, but in no shape to fight. She surprises them forehead to bucket in a proper keldabe kiss. When she fights Kenobi, she is taken aback – the last time she encountered such protective rage was during an unfortunate encounter with a mother gundark with youngs.

“How do you tell your boytoy apart from all the others? Or do you just fuck whoever is at hand?” she sneers, trying to distract him but feeling even then the emptiness of her taunts.

An uncharacteristically silent Kenobi Force-shoves her against a cliffside so hard she passes out.

The vode are quick to figure things out, even though they both try to keep things under wraps. Waxer has had his suspicions for a while, but he is sure on Ryloth. Cody tilts his helmet in a specific way when he looks at the General, like he wants the other to know that he is Looking at him. It’s a small tell for anyone who doesn’t live in armour, but Waxer is perceptive.

Dex knows the second Obi-Wan and Cody walk in together and he is really happy for the kid. He won’t say it out loud because he doesn’t want to be disrespectful, but he’s always had his perplexities about the Jedi’s idea of propriety and he thinks Obi-Wan needs more hugs. And to get laid. He means that in the nicest way possible.

Quinlan gives Cody a cheery salute and goes to clap Obi-Wan on the back. His hand meets armour where there never was before, but the shock doesn’t come from that. It’s the hand painted Jedi symbol – really, even without his particular talents, he is sure that piece of duraplast would scream about love and care and protection to anyone who cared to listen. Obi-Wan looks horrified. Cody’s expression is hidden by his helmet, but Quinlan can feel the spike of fear. He shakes his head and laughs at them. “Let’s go,” he says, “You can give me the details on the go. Just treat my brother well, Commander, or I will find you and make you regret ever leaving your growth jar.”

They run into Hondo yet again on a supposedly neutral world. When their mission inevitably goes pear-shaped, Cody sets aside his pride and begs the pirate for help. “You said you like the Jedi. You said,” he grits out, “You’re Obi-Wan’s friend. Just help me get him back.”

“You’ll owe me a favour, soldier.”

“I’ll owe you my riduur’s life,” Cody nods, and Hondo knows Mandalorians and life debts. It’s a good bargain. And he’s a romantic, deep down. He can’t let the nice Commander lose his Jedi.

That, and he knows valuable information when he has it. Finding himself in a tight spot on Mandalore, he decides to gamble that piece of juicy Jedi gossip. When the Duchess herself comes down to his cell to question him, he knows he’s hit jackpot.

Satine is happy for Obi-Wan, but it still stings a little, knowing that he could set aside his vows, if the person was right. Knowing that she wasn’t the right person. She doesn’t begrudge him whatever happiness he finds in these dark times, but she does assign a luxury honeymoon room to Kenobi and his Commander when they are sent to help her once more. She lets them sweat a bit before revealing how she knows, and that she’s keeping their secret.

Cody tells Rex and Bly when they come back from Maridun, because his brothers will be intolerable if they hear it from someone else.  

Anakin doesn’t get the same treatment. Obi-Wan is definitely not being petty because his former Padawan hasn’t told him he’s married. Not at all. Anakin finds out in the worse way possible, when he goes to get Obi-Wan from his Temple quarters, since he wasn’t answering his comms, and finds him in bed – no, worse, he finds him cuddling up to Cody on the sofa. They are watching a documentary together and occasionally making out. Anakin is scarred. Scarred! (This is so cute, he comms Padmé to tell her like five minutes later.)

Dooku says: “Qui-Gon was always one for carving his own path, but this seems like a bit much, doesn’t it?” with the tone of the homophobic grandpa who thinks having a bf is just an act of rebellion. Anakin is there too, and he is offended on his Master’s behalf. But before either of them can do anything, Cody shoots the Sith and comments: “You Jedi. Always talking.”

Cody reports directly to the Jedi Council after that. He is very tempted to say that he shot the man because he was trash talking his boyfriend, but too professional to do so. Still, he has the uncanny feeling that Master Windu knows.

Beside him, Obi-Wan smirks and mouths “you’re projecting” at him. Then he steps forward and declares in front of the entire Council that he as formed attachments and is no longer able to uphold the Code. “As the war will surely end soon now, I trust that you’ll see the wisdom of letting me keep my post as General and my lightsaber at least until the situation is settled. After that my resignation will be complete.”

Yoda probably has a heart attack. Windu would like to be surprised, but he’s already gotten the gossip from Ponds and has felt this coming. Ahsoka falls into the Council chamber from where she was eavesdropping. Anakin doesn’t even bother reprimanding her and just laughs at all the bewildered faces.

*

(it could have gone oh so differently)

Anakin finds Obi-Wan curled up on Cody in his quarters. He doesn’t disturb them, but he can’t hide a spike of rage. He is lectured for any small comfort he takes for himself, and here is his master, playing the perfect Jedi to the outside world and hiding private attachments.

Ahsoka hears it from Rex after the end of the war. She thinks about Order 66 and her heart breaks anew.

Obi-Wan deposits a small bundle into the arms of Beru Lars and with that loses his last living connection. Oh, but loneliness hurts more when you have learned to live with another soul.

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