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soularsss · 1 day
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Everybody join me in praying for Cody’s safe return to us
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coline7373 · 3 days
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The opposite fantasy of "he needs me."
"He doesn't need me."
He doesn't need me to function. He doesn't need me to be happy. He doesn't need me to be strong, to be steady, to go on, to manage his life or solve his problems...
I can just be and he can just be and we're together not out of need, but out of choice.
Because being together is an additionnal happiness, not a vital requirement I will be responsible for (in addition to all the things I am already responsible for).
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frostbitebakery · 2 days
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LOUD.
a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU
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“Each of us, every single clone, is a one-man army. And yes, I am… I’m so proud of them. We protect the Galaxy, we die fighting for the Galaxy and its peoples. We are not made for peace times, Obi-Wan.”
The cynical part of Obi-Wan wants to ask why Cody is so steadfast in his belief when everywhere the clones go they’re confronted with people dismissing them, equating them to the droids they’re fighting.
He understands, though. Jedi are only welcome where people know about the help they can provide. The Order is looked down upon, the Jedi just as easily dismissed, more often than not when it comes to it.
And still. And still. The call to protect people is too strong to ignore. He doesn’t want to ignore the call. He can help so he does.
So yes, he understands Cody and his need to fight.
He watches as Cody self-consciously rubs the back of his neck, fingers not halting over the port, so— so used to its presence, as the silence reigns. Cody doesn’t try to further his explanations. He said his piece and that’s that.
Obi-Wan settles down on the floor in front of the weightlifting bench. And Cody.
He crosses his legs automatically, the armor he has to don if he wants to engage in the battles blessedly absent, here. His fingers find Cody’s other hand in his lap, tapping it lightly, glancing by the embedded screen in the armored boot proclaiming Cody as belonging to the 212th.
Commander Cody got his own Attack Battalion. Mace remains the immediate superior but the brass saw Cody’s merit. No Jedi can easily fill the role as war general and Cody is… too brilliant to not be in charge. He and Mace have been flattening the CIS, the GAR is only too happy to spread out their heavy hitters.
“He’s always giving them a chance to surrender first,” Cody had commented on Mace, pride and admiration shining from his whole body. “How he’s able to walk with balls like that is a mystery to me.”
Obi-Wan had politely choked on nothing.
Once Cody is looking at him, apologies in his eyes for being made for war, of war, Obi-Wan signs a simple question. “How would you know?”
Temper makes the scarred eyebrow rise and Obi-Wan continues, undeterred now that Cody’s attention isn’t on misplaced guilt.
“You know nothing but war. You’ve learnt nothing but war. You’ve,” Obi-Wan pauses to swallow the grief, “experienced nothing but war in your life. How would you know you’re not made for peace times when you haven’t even had the chance to live in them?”
A smile, half there and fleeing, cracks, warm brown eyes watch Obi-Wan’s hands. “In my darkest moments I’m not sure I’ll even see them.”
Obi-Wan is against false promises but hope has never left his life’s side and he’d like to share. “We work together and we end this war. We see as many of you and us on the other side as possible.”
“Sounds like an easy first step,” Cody laughs ruefully, and leans down, captures Obi-Wan’s unmasked face, blurred by the unknown, and holds their foreheads together for a long self-indulgent moment.
Obi-Wan ducks his head, mask and scars in place once more. “Is that something you wish? To see me?”
Cody shakes his head, shoulders tight. “I’m sorry. I went too far.”
No, you didn’t, Obi-Wan wants to tell him, I want you to see me.
Soon. Probably. As soon as Obi-Wan has removed the screws from his heart and their doubting pressure.
“I think I can help you,” Obi-Wan signs, bullheading through the burgeoning silence. “But I need your help for that.”
“What do you need,” Cody asks, all Commander now that he’s got a mission objective.
“I want to know how you can communicate neurally and who has access to that channel.” He’s been looking into it for months, always ending in front of a Kaminoan wall. He’s at his wits end and now, now, with Bail confirming Palpatine is shuffling credits to the CIS and it’s still only heresy where a court is concerned…
Kamino confirmed only authorized personnel has access to the comm links in the clones’ heads. What if those include the CIS?
Cody blinks in surprise. “General Windu has access to that information.”
Does he? Obi-Wan is beginning to doubt that fact. “Humor me.”
Shoulders go wide, straight, loose. “Protocol dictates that, in case of emergency in an engagement situation, a High General is able to deploy orders directly to a CC-class clone via the Force after initiating with the correct identification.”
The clones are password-locked. Obi-Wan tries very, very hard to keep his expression neutral. “I assume every Commander knows the identification?”
Cody starts to smile, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, ready to playfully lecture Obi-Wan about confidentiality. Obi-Wan can see that, can feel the intention of Cody to do so. Before his eyes sharpen like the back-up blade in the boot holster. “Is there a leak?”
“Not that I’m sure of,” Obi-Wan hurries to sign. “Cody, please, what is the initialization sequence?”
Cody watches him, tracks his every move and twitch and stillness with keen eyes. Obi-Wan lets him, not able to keep a lid on the worry he’s feeling, the Force hushed in absolute and anticipation. “Every Commander knows those words. No one else does. A High General can request it of his Commander. That is what General Windu knows. A Commander takes the words to their grave if they have to.” A built-in failsafe, based on the clones’ loyalty to the Republic. “And the Jedi,” Cody adds with a soft smile. “Maybe we have been trained to follow you but you have proven yourself over and over again. The initialization is—“ Cody’s face twists into confusion as the Force starts— starts to shriek in warning. “Is…”
Shards of glass hurtle towards Obi-Wan, high-pitched tone piercing his eardrums, hack into his thoughts—
“Who are you?”
Obi-Wan hurries, pulls a hand up and projects “Cody, wake”.
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Cody wakes, blinks. Shakes the cloudy remnants of a dream gone wrong off, as stuck on him, burnt into him as some details of it are.
He looks up when he notices the presence by the training salle entry, smiles up at Obi-Wan, feels his eyes go soft, relaxed.
Obi-Wan stares back at him, mask in place which ups the distant, rumbling intensity of his gaze like an incoming storm. “Thank you,” he signs, and Cody can see the tremors in his fingertips. Blue eyes flick up to the surveillance camera in the ceiling, go back to him.
Cody… remembers. Obi-Wan pushing him behind a destroyed tank during battle, one hand covering the helmet camera while the other had signed “need to talk, no eyes” in battle signs.
He looks to the door again but Obi-Wan is suddenly right in front of him, cradling his face so gently Cody can feel tears prick at his eyes, forehead carefully, with no hesitation and too much meaning coming to rest against his.
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clover-hoe · 22 hours
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interviewer: who is the voice of reason in your head?
Ahsoka: master Obi-wan
interviewer: and who is the voice of reason in your head?
Obi-wan: oh Cody 100%
interviewer: and commander-
Cody, deadpan: the voices of every god that ever existed.
earlier that day-
the gods: Cody-
Cody, jumping up and sprinting- GODS DAMN IT OBIWAN
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ao3topshipsbracket · 2 days
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deserthusbands · 3 days
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obi-wan: cody, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
cody, naked in obi-wan's bed: no, i absolutely do not.
obi-wan, already taking off his clothes: ah... me neither.
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cawsceries · 11 hours
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Pretty please can codywan kiss in global warming? If ur not doing ships then just cody having a silly/light-hearted/nerdy moment maybe!
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yeah i’ll do ships!! BAD color palette did not enjoy it. the green… it’s killing me
contribute to my misery by sending me one of these color palettes :)
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eloquent-apollo · 2 days
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Fox absolutely hates the sound of eating, of the chrono ticking on the wall of his office.
He hates it when he sits across from senators and they tap their nails on the desk.
He thought he was used to sound. He had grown up with a million brothers after all. It was impossible to get a moment of true silence on Kamino, even at night he was surrounded by his brothers and the sounds they made. At night he listened to Bly snoring, he listened to Wolffe’s loud breathing, he could hear Cody tossing in his bed with nightmares. Ponds used to mumble in his sleep, nonsensical words and demands that were like a lullaby to Fox.
Moving to Coruscant. It’s not quiet, not really. A planet as overpopulated as Coruscant can’t be quiet. There is always the loud noise of traffic, of people wandering the streets. In certain sectors there are the bar patrons, the loud advertisements blaring nonstop, the mechanical hissing of the machines that keep Coruscant alive and functioning.
But working on Coruscant is quiet. The Guards headquarters is a restricted area to non-military personnel and so it is quiet in a way that Fox is not used to. Inside his own office he can completely shut out all noise and at first he thought this would be a good thing. He thought finally getting away of the endless sound of his brothers simply living, simply being and existing, he thought it would be calming, that it would be relaxing.
But when his office is silent, the loud and insistent tick tick tick of the chrono may just as well be a noisy battlefield. The rhythmic sound produced a headache behind his eyes, it sets his whole body on edge. Fox tried to tune the sound out, but the harder he tried to ignore it the more he noticed it.
After one particularly stressful day, a day spend in the senate. A day spend amongst the senators who deem him and his brothers as nothing more but canon fodder. On a day like that, Fox punched the chrono until it stopped.
And his office was quiet again.
But his men, his brothers, they are not deterred. The other Commanders of the Coruscant Guard know to take their lunch with Fox, to crowd his office with the laughter of brothers once again. They bring back the loud, comforting noises that Fox has missed. The good noise, the safe noise. Fox likes those days. Though his commanders cant always make it, sometimes only one of them can.
Fox hates those days, where it’s him and one other brother.
There are long laps of silence in which his brother eats and the sound of it is so revolting. It’s disgusting, and Fox has begged many times for his brothers to keep their mouths closed when they eat but they insist they do then go right back to making the revolting sounds.
So he kicked his brothers out and his office was quiet again.
He cannot kick out the chancellor of the republic. Can not demand he turns and leaves when he taps his fingers in a slow, agonising rhythm on his desk. Fox stares through his vizor as the fingers come down one by one, before pulling back up and starting all over again.
Sometimes Fox thinks the Chancellor does it on purpose.
He longs for the moment he is allowed to leave, and his office will be quiet again.
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name-record · 10 hours
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https://jeanne-142.ludgu.top/vl/F31OUpC
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close-yet · 2 days
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https://christina-143.mjcyd.asia/ai/97Z0oLJ
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techwrecker · 14 hours
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if you ship clones with each other, you need severe, clinical help. idgaf.
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phoenixyfriend · 2 days
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Entry of the Gladiators 3
Chapter 3: What the Hell is that Accent
Road trip!
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"So," Obi-Wan says, dry and very obviously displeased. Anakin cringes a little. On the inside, of course. He can’t look scared in front of his student and Rex and Cody. “I suppose we’ve locked ourselves into this... farce.”
What a horrible word for it. Accurate, but still. Anakin doesn’t like that. He tries to argue. “You’re the one who started doing an accent in front of Ventress and her master.”
Obi-Wan pins him with a look. Anakin subsides, and manfully ignores Ahsoka laughing at him.
“I like the farce,” Cody volunteers. "It's a very good... farce."
Obi-Wan shoots him a look of absolute betrayal. "I trusted you.”
“I’m sorry that I have been unable to reward that trust, sir,” Cody says, prim and proper. “Shall I put on some clown makeup? Since it is, after all, a farce, we'll need a jester, and I’m certain that Skywalker and yourself will be too busy showing off your pretty faces to care for painting them up."
Anakin perks up, almost despite himself. "You think I'm pretty?"
Ahsoka snickers.
"You're adorable," Obi-Wan deadpans. Anakin kind of wishes Obi-Wan could say this without being sarcastic. That would be nice, probably.
Instead, he pulls himself up straight, locks eyes with Rex, and says, "so, Tatooine?"
(Continue on AO3)
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stars-n-spice · 3 hours
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Questions TBB Better Fucking Answer Soon:
Where the FUCK is Tech??? Stop fucking giving us hope that he might be C2-X or whatever the fuck. Fucking show us his dead body or give him back to us!
Where the FUCK is Cody?? Huh??? Where did he go??? Only acceptable answer? He's on his way to Tatooine to be with Obi-Wan. You reveal that and all will be forgiven. I promise. Maybe.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH WOLFFE FOR LETTING REX AND THE GANG GET AWAY HUH??? I'M SURE THERE WERE CONSEQUENCES!! WHEN THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO GET HIM BACK???
What the fuck is up with Omega. Straight up. What. How. and Why? Same with Emerie. How the fuck did they come to be? Are they trans? yes. next question.
Also why does Emerie get a last name and nobody else does, hm? Why is she Emerie Karr, is that like,, did she choose that or like?? Ok dumb question sure but like,, EXPLAIN HOW AND WHY OR JUST CONFIRM SHE'S TRANS OR SOMETHING C'MON NOW.
SHOW US WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THOSE FUCKING TUBES!
I'm sorry, I'm yelling but I've spent most of this season fucking confused and frustrated.
Where the fuck did the zillo beast go? And when is it going to eat Hemlock and Palpatine?
So...Senator Chuchi and Clone Revolution when?
And like...Cid is just...she's just going to be able to get away with what she did? We're just gonna forget about her? I mean sure, but I really thought they'd bring her back or something.
What the fuck happened to Crosshair on Tatniss? Wait, nevermind, don't tell me, I don't want to know, it'll only make me sad-
WAIT SO LIKE,, DID CROSSHAIR EVER ACTUALLY GET HIS FUCKING CHIP REMOVED OR NOT???
Explain again Hunter's enhanced senses and why the fuck he seems to have lost them in this season.
Also answer why Wrecker is the most perfect man ever? Why did they craft the most wonderful man to exist and then make him not real? You trying to kill me or what?
Feel free to add on because there are only the ones on the top of my head.
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saviinika · 2 days
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So. “There was only ONE BED.” It may shock you to learn that I have never written this trope before. But honestly, it’s classic Codywan, so I couldn’t resist.
It couldn’t have happened to nicer people.
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deserthusbands · 1 day
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obi-wan: i like the way you look at the stars..
cody: why is that?
obi-wan, looking down ever so bashfully, only to look back at cody: because, i've come to realise; it's the same way you look at me.
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reader6898 · 20 hours
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Currently thinking about how Cody never got to find out that Rex survived the crash and that Rex never knew that Cody went AWOL and left the empire for good
Also thinking about how they will probably never get to see each other again
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