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They were having a lovely cosy night. Some nonsense holodrama was on, the heater was blasting and Jedi Master and Time Traveller Plo Koon was idly scrolling through a pad contemplating a second glass of wine. From his own comfortable spot on the sofa next to him, his partner in time travel and Master of the Order Mace Windu sighed and shifted his feet of the caff table next to Plo’s own, not a moment before an alarm on his chrono went off.
Plo grunted questioningly at him, feeling uncharacteristically lazy and sleepy. The other man stretched as he stood up.
“Meeting with Cin about The Tournament” he mumbled back, gathering himself.
“Oh!”
Plo loved The Tournament. He’d missed it so much during the war, that first time round. The annual Coruscant Temple Sabre Tournament was something so special. Seeing aged Masters grumbling good naturedly trying to catch their breath, energetic young Knights teasing each other and Padawans gleefully egging each other on brought a sense of camaraderie and family that was lost forever once the war began.
“I’ll come with you” he decided, ignoring Mace’s surprised expression as he sat up with renewed vigour.
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Plo tuned out as Mace and Cin Drallig, Battle Master extraordinaire, gestured at charts and catering costs on one of the benches in the corner of the main dojo. Neither seemed to mind his presence, Cin seemed unsurprised when they came as a pair.
While he left the boring logistics to the two senior Jedi he scrolled through the contenders list, comforted by the familiar names and intrigued by some interesting matches. It would be a lively affair.
He frowned, noticing something as he got to the Knights section.
Kab…
Kedib…
Kirin…
Krag…
He frowned further, checking the Senior Padawan section just in case.
Nope, not what he was looking for.
“Has Knight Kenobi not signed up for the tournament?” he asked loudly, interrupting the other two and not caring one bit. He got a pulse of mild irritation from Mace but interestingly, Cin simply let out a breath.
It wasn’t compulsory for every Jedi to take part in the tournament but there was certainly an obligation, particularly for Knights, to act as an example for their peers. To learn from each other and to inspire the next generation. It was just the Done Thing.
The Battle Master for the temple looked uncharacteristically perturbed.
“Kenobi…” he sat back and folded his thick arms, pausing, and Plo saw Mace’s face sharpen in stern worry.
“He’s been here… a lot, in the past few months. At funny times.” Cin said, clearly picking his words carefully. “I’ve been helping him along, but most of the time I’m not here. I only see his name on the sign in sheet at all hours of the night.” He explained slowly.
Plo and Mace exchanged glances. That wasn’t good.
“Hmm. He didn’t sign up last year I assume, for obvious reasons” Mace asked with raised eyebrows.
Cin nodded.
“He’s changed his form since then, I’ve tried to ask him about it a couple of times but you know how he is.” He had a familiar look of exasperation on his face. Plo knew it well. When he didn’t want to, there wasn’t a force in the Galaxy that could make Obi-Wan Kenobi talk. Plo remembered it only got worse with age, to the infuriation of Sith across the galaxy that first time around.
Mace sighed and leaned back.
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The Master of the Jedi Order cursed to himself under his breath and barely resisted the urge to grumble at nothing. He knew Obi-Wan somehow managed to function on dangerously little sleep (at all ages, apparently) but he himself had never managed to master the skill and his mood was as dark as the Courscant sky outside, at 3rd hour. Plo had offered to go, but Mace had a worrying suspicion it would end in a cuddle and a nap rather than what was necessary.
He was trying not to dwell on how suspicious he looked, loitering outside the main Dojo at this time of night, when his quarry came quietly and around the corner apparently deep in thought.
23-year-old Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi came to an abrupt and (rather comical) startled stop.
“Master!”
“Good evening, or should I say, good morning, Obi-Wan” Mace made no move to step away from the door to the dojo, but neither towards the young man in front of him.
“I…Hello there, Master. What…” the young man faltered, clearly still trying to find his footing. “What…are you doing here?” he asked cautiously.
Mace noted he definitely wasn’t at his best. Obviously not as well put together as he was in the daylight hours, there was none of the usual perceptive glint behind his eyes, his hair had obviously been pushed hurriedly into place and his robe was nowhere to be seen.
Mace shrugged.
“Shall we?” he gestured to the door behind him, entering the dojo.
Obi-Wan looked at the door dubiously before following.
“So.”
They stood in the vast hall, facing each other. Mace was very conscious they had both taken up sparring positions. So be it.
“So” he repeated calmly. “Do you want to tell me why you are practicing at this force-forsaken hour or shall I beat it out of you?” he asked politely with a smile, shifting his stance a little.
The young mans eyes narrowed.
“I don’t know what you mean Master, the Dojos are open all hours, surely encouraging practice at all hours” came the similarly polite answer.
Mace rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” He ignited his purple blade and assumed the opening stance of his favoured form, Vaapad.
“Come on then” he instructed the Knight. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened a little in surprise upon realising his mentor was serious, but then were filled with resolve as he too changed his stance.
And then immediately Mace Windu had the breath knocked out of his chest when, instead of the classic Ataru that he’d come to associate with the young Obi-Wan (indeed, the form he had become known for after using it to defeat Darth Maul) he was instead faced with the dramatic stance of Soresu.
He cursed himself, Cin had mentioned it but seeing it was something he had not been prepared for.
Lightsabre parallel to the floor and left arm extended with fingers pointing towards him, for a split second it wasn’t vulnerable, unsure Knight Kenobi Mace was seeing, it was the fearsome Master Kenobi. The Master of Soresu, and his comrade in arms. He’d seen that stance in the very worst of situations and every time it meant hope and determination.
“...Master?”
He was snapped back to the present by the slightly awkward prompt from the young man in front of him.
He grunted, trying to find his mental footing again.
“Not all of us are at our best at third hour young Obi-Wan” he grumbled, gratified when he got the ghost of a smile in response.
“Now then, let’s begin. And we will be speaking when I win” Mace warned, very clearly the Master of the Order.
Obi-Wan said nothing, his lips thinning as the match began.
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The Master was gratified to see the young knight was panting a little as he yielded the match. Mace hadn’t won against Master Kenobi very often, in that first time around. It was good to know he still had some years left to enjoy it.
But not long, he noted. The young Knight was not there yet of course, but it he was good. Incredibly good for a Jedi of his level, using a difficult form. Mace was impressed.
“That was impressive. Very impressive Obi-Wan” he said, clapping him on the back as they both made to sit on the benches around the side of the dojo, Obi-Wan seemingly having lost the energy that fuelled his usual stubbornness, he allowed himself to be led by Mace.
“You’ve changed form.” the elder Jedi pointed out, cutting straight to the point. It was too early for beating around the munjabush.
“I have.” The young man beside him was looking at the floor as he answered. Mace felt the atmosphere in the room dip, the force tingling in his ears.
“Why?”
There was a pause. Obi-Wan kept looking at the floor.
Mace sighed.
“I hope you know, Obi-Wan, that you can tell me anything.” He said gently, projecting trust and safety at him through the force.
His young companion looked up at him with a watery smile. He took a breath.
“After Qui-Gon, after Naboo” he started slowly, seemingly choosing his words carefully “I kept trying…” he faltered, a faraway quality to his voice.
“Every time I started Ataru, I was back there behind the ray shields.” he said softly, looking down at the floor again. “After a bit of trial-and-error, it appeared to be a trigger for me, so I decided to change forms. Soresu seemed like a natural choice, I have a Padawan to defend now after all.”
Mace starred at him, finding himself once again at a loss. He knew Obi-Wan had changed forms at some point, but he’d never really given it much thought first. Lots of Knights experimented with new forms as soon as they were out of their Master’s shadow. But they generally didn’t do it incognito.
“Is that why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard? Coming here at all hours on top of everything else?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
His companion cleared his throat.
“It was difficult, at first. I didn’t…didn’t want anyone to know in case…” He trailed off.
Understanding dawned for Mace.
“In case you couldn’t do it.” He clarified, dismayed when he got a silent nod in return.
“Obi-Wan” Mace didn’t quite know what to say, working very hard to release his complicated emotions into the Force before the suddenly fragile man next to him picked up on them. Not least his slightly irrational anger.
“Please, please tell me you didn’t think we’d reject you or punish you because you couldn’t pick up a lightsabre.” He asked with a groan. The young man looked up at him in shock at the judgement in Mace’s tone. Giving him his answer.
“Er…”
Mace turned to him and shook his head in disbelief.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are a talented, intelligent person who is an asset to the Order in more ways than I can list at this time in the morning. You are worth far more than your warrior skill” he took a breath, taking in the bewildered and slightly alarmed face next to him. “And I am sorry that that hasn’t been made clear to you.” He finished with a gentler tone, shame swelling slightly within him.
He felt a slight tug on his bond with Plo, the other Master picking up on the maelstrom he was feeling. They’d have to meditate later.
Obi-Wan obviously didn’t know what to say, and Mace was satisfied to let the words sink in for a moment.
“Do you think, perhaps, that it might be prudent for you to speak to someone about all this?” he suggested lightly. “We have an entire wing of Mind healers for a reason, my friend.”
Obi-Wan chewed his bottom lip, looking achingly young.
“I don’t know” he said slowly. “Qui-Gon never really liked…” he trailed off again, looking at the floor.
Mace rolled his eyes.
“Yes well, Force love him he was a good friend but Qui-Gon was a complicated man and let’s be honest, could be a bit of an idiot at times” he said, making sure his fondness for his old friend was obvious, pleased when it brought another watery smile out of his young friend.
“Maybe.” He admitted.
Mace decided to take what he could get.
“Please think about it. If you like, Plo or I could go with you” he offered. This time he did get a full smile and a slight eye roll in response.
“I’m sure I can handle it Master, I’m perfectly capable-“
“I know I know!” Mace held up his hands in defence “Just the offer is there.”
He stood up.
“Now then, time for bed I think” he activated his Senior Master mode, suddenly all business. “Please stop practicing at stupid hours of the morning, you’re making Master Drallig nervous. Sign yourself up for some proper tutoring” he instructed.
“Yes Master” Obi-Wan stood with a bow of acquiescence before they moved together towards the doors.
“Oh and Obi-Wan” Mace caught him as they closed the doors and stood in the silent corridor. “Do think about signing up for the tournament. You have a lot to offer.” He suggested.
The other Jedi hesitated.
“I…I will Master” he promised with a dip of his head.
“That’s all I ask” Mace reassured.
After they separated with one final bow of goodbye, Mace leant against the cool wall in relief, letting his emotions wash over him and into the Force, with the Force equivalent of a grunt from Plo down their bond.
He’d never known about Obi-Wan’s seemingly classic case of PTSD. And the obvious fear of rejection made his unrelenting quest for perfection and independence, that first time around, make sense.
But not this time. Mace smiled. They had a long way to go, but acknowledgement and mind healers were good, and Mace and Plo would be there every step of the way. This time.
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Self reblog because I forgot about this one and enjoyed a re-read!
Mace Windu, Master of the Order and one half of the Jedi’s only time-travelling duo, looked at the clock.
It had been a depressing kind of evening. Plo had something on and Depa was away, he’d been left with his paperwork and messages and one sad glass of wine.
He sighed. Ah well, tomorrow might be more fun, may as well turn in-
He froze, frowning as his thoughts were interrupted by the person slowly approaching his door. He’d recognize that presence anywhere, but it was a little…off.
He didn’t make it to the door before the chime went off four times in quick succession.
“Yes, alright I know you’re there” the bemused Master grumbled, opening the door to reveal the now familiar face of twenty-three-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Mace stopped short in the doorway. The young man in front of him looked awful; hair sticking up all over the place, his face the same colour as the white wall a part from the starkly dark circles that hung beneath glassy eyes, and there was a smattering of stubble on his chin.
His horror must have shown on his face as Obi-Wan flushed awkwardly, flashing a very quick tight smile.
“Hello. Sorry. This is a mistake. Goodbye.” He said quickly starting to turn away and flee.
Mace sprung into action.
“No Obi-Wan –“ he managed to grab hold of his arm before the young Knight could escape. “I’m sorry, I’m pleased to see you, do come on in” he said genially whilst practically dragging the young man into the room.
“Oh no it’s alright I know you’re-“
“Never too busy for you” Mace said firmly, the internal panic rising with every word. “Sit down”. The push he was aiming for turned into rather more of a shove in his desperation to get his charge safely on the squashy sofa.
“Mm thanks.”
Mace observed the man before him, a suspicion creeping into his mind.
“Where’s Master Plo?” Obi-Wan asked looking around, slightly more animated than usual and genuinely surprised that they weren’t together.
“He has his own rooms you know” Mace answered tartly.
All he got was a rather dubious look in response.
“Obi-Wan” he said slowly, pouring a glass of water from the pitcher on the caff table. “Have you been out drinking?” the Master asked lightly.
The knight covered his face with his hands before admitting.
“ I have had a drink. Yes.” he confirmed slowly. “s’ my anniversary.”
Mace stalled in confusion.
“Your…anniversary?” he clarified.
“Mm Hmm.” Was all he got in the way of an answer from the usually articulate man.
Mace dithered. Plo was so much better at this kind of thing!
He allowed the silence to stretch, mentally going through the high-carbohydrate food in the kitchen and the time it would take to feed to the inebriated young man.
“Qui-Gon agreed to train me ten years ago today. Again, I mean. He kind of had to but still. It was nice.” He volunteered, staring at something on the wall in front of him and seemingly forgetting who he was talking to.
Mace blinked.
What?
“Obi-Wan, I don’t understand.” He said softly, unwilling to break the spell; he’d never known his friend to volunteer this much information, in either timeline.
“Melida/Daan.” The younger man answered blandly. “Ten years ago. I Arrived, kriffed it all up, he had to come get me, an’ I made him train me again.” He said, flippancy entering his tone.
Mace looked at him in horror. Melida/Daan, how had he forgotten? It was a chapter in his and the order’s history that he was deeply, deeply ashamed of.
He looked at the capable, strong person currently melting into the sofa next to him and released his sadness into the Force.
“Obi-Wan, my friend” he said gently “that’s not how I remember it.”
Large blue eyes turned to him, accompanied by a confused frown.
“I remember a brave child, determined to follow the force at great, great cost to himself, determined to save as many lives as possible.”
“But I didn’t-“
“I’m sorry”. He cut the young man’s excuses off, turning to look at him solemnly. “We made a grave mistake, you should never have been in that position, and I am so thankful that you were so strong and clever and talented, and you came back to us.”
Predictably, Obi-Wan looked away, silently and slightly awkwardly contemplating the glass of water in his hand.
Mace pressed his advantage.
“And I do not believe, that in his entire life, anybody made Qui-Gon Jinn do anything.”
The mention of his Master’s name had the young Knight taking a deep shaky breath. Still, he looked down at the glass in front of him.
Mace barely resisted the urge to give him a hug.
“Being your Master was the honour of his life, and he took you back because he was appalled at himself for ever letting you go.” Mace explained gently, wondering when to reign himself in.
Reassurance, support and care he and Plo could do, mind healers would have to do the rest. Who, this time around, Obi-Wan Kenobi was going to see come hell or high water.
They sat in pregnant silence for a few long moments, Mace politely not noticing the man next to him struggling to get himself under control.
“He was very proud of you.” He continued quietly. “Hells, getting him to shut up about you for five minutes was damn near impossible.”
As predicted, that earned him a watery smile and a hiccup as finally, finally, the usually so reserved and wooden young man leant ever so slightly towards him, and Mace didn’t hesitate to do the rest, pulling him tightly into a messy hug on the sofa.
It was a breakdown that had been a long time coming. Obi-Wan had taken everything so far firmly in his stride, adapting himself and his life to accommodate his grief and his new responsibilities, but this was always going to happen. A very small, selfish part of Mace was very proud, and grateful, that the fiercely independent Knight had sought him out (he and Plo, he supposed) for comfort and care. They were making headway in their mission!
“Shhh I know, that’s it” he said encouragingly, having a vivid flashback to a heartbroken Depa in this exact same position once upon a time as he stroked a skinny back and projected comfort and acceptance into the force around them.
They stayed like that for Force knows how long, Mace eventually entering a vaguely meditative state until Obi-Wan shifted against him, flushing as his stomach rumbled.
“Oh, sorry.”
The older Jedi nearly rolled his eyes and made a mental note to warn against drinking on an empty stomach, but untangled himself all the same and headed to the kitchen.
“Anakin is with Madam Skywalker?” Mace clarified as he returned with a plate of tubers and another pint of water.
Obi-Wan nodded, taking the offerings gratefully.
“’till Primeday.”
“Good, stay here tonight” he instructed, leaving no room for excuses he knew were coming, by throwing a blanket over the vulnerable young man on his sofa.
“…thank you Master” came the unexpected, and rather quiet response.
Mace smiled as he left the room, making a note to return with an emergency bucket the moment his companion was asleep.
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Lying in his bed he fished out his communicator to keep his co-conspirator in ‘Operation Kenobi Support’ in the loop.
‘OWK staying here tonight. Having a wobble. Bring extra breakfast - M.’
Not a second went by before he received a response.
‘Telling me now? Coming Over. P.’
‘OK, he’s asleep. M.’
‘Coming anyway. Should be there! P.’
And then a moment later
‘Should have told me at once! P.’
Mace grimaced. Vaguely, he felt bad about the coddling Obi-Wan was sure to get when Mace filled his partner-in-time-travel in. But not as bad as he felt for himself, at the prospect of the earful Plo was going to give him the moment they were alone.
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In honour of May the Fourth, please have the other half of my Co-day drawing.
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I feel safe.
Yes, it feels like that.
@swsource star wars week: day 6 – may the 4th be with you!
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hi, do you happen to have any fic recs? :)
Hello!! Of course I have fic recs!!! Now, I must say I haven't read in two or three months due to depression and brainfog so none of these fics are recent but they are highly recommended by me!!
First off, we have non explicit fics!
The General by @snowywinterevenings
Very cute canonverse fluffy fic in which Cody adopts a tooka. There are cuddles.
the spaces between us by @soap-brain
This is THE codywan cuddling fic. It's the first fic that comes to mind when I want to read about them cuddling. It's canonverse.
seeing the long day through by @biscuityskies
Canonverse late night of flimsiwork. So soul wrenchingly tender. They had their first kiss(es). Stoked my overwhelming love for codywan by showing just how well these two can be done.
cherished in sunlight by @inkformyblood
This fic made me smile so much. It's perfect. Just perfect. Another first kiss fic, this time after the war. Soft, hopeful beginnings.
Another Happy Landing by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby
Goddddd this fic!!!! Order 66 happens, codywan lose one another (neither of which is shown in the fic), but this is their reunion!!! Obsessed with Lttrs' take on this.
calls for you tonight, to share this moonlight by @anaclastic-azurite
Modern AU with beekeeper Cody and baker Obi-Wan. Cody is just a gay disaster. He's so sweet. Alcha is the best at writing this dynamic.
Now! For explicit fics!
all your vivid dreams by @meebles
This is a no order 66 necking fic inspired by this artwork of mine. Read it. Have your life changed.
Chasing the Heat of You by @kotekenobii
This is THE fucking for warmth fic. Amen.
Thicker than water by @galateagalvanized
Canonverse vampire Obi-Wan. Cody gets his world rocked. What more could you want? (Also the art is hands down my favorite codywan art ever)
Right on Time by @elwenyere
This fic... God. Bury me with it. It's no order 66 and Cody and Obi-Wan have some spectacular marathon sex. It's fucking amazing.
well. haha. (nuts) by @oathkeeperoxas
Cody with a praise kink. Amen. It's no order 66 domestic sweetness. With hot smut.
Full Moon Blues and the Warmth of Sunlight by @anaclastic-azurite
Werewolf Obi-Wan spends his rut with his loving sun elf boyfriend Cody. Mwah mwah
This is a non-exhaustive list but I hope you enjoy reading these and perhaps acquire a new favorite or two! And of course, if you read, make sure to leave the author a comment ❤️
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This is EVERYTHING!! 😍
so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :
the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence
so
enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:
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Inspired by Careless To Let It Fall by Artemisdesari
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Quick PadaObi sketch I drew for my dtiys results announcement! ✨
You can find out about the winners here! Huge thanks to everyone who joined! ily🥹💖
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I'm a big fan of Stim and of @ijustreallylovedaredevil and I love this art!!
Safest hands
My art for the amazing @ijustreallylovedaredevil’s fic, safest hands, for the @obiwanwhumpminibang!!
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Looks like Kenobi had multiple cracked ribs, a collapsed lung, broken arm, bruising nearly everywhere, a moderate concussion, and possible intraabdominal injuries.
It was the last point that made Stim’s heart sink. The lung he could deal with, the bruising wouldn’t kill him, and even the concussion wasn’t a major risk. The broken arm was less good, but again, not a threat to life.
Internal bleeding could be.
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I had so much fun working on this, I always love drawing Obi-Wan and Stim! Thank you Rylie! And the wonderful friends behind this mini bang!
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Obi-wan and his friend Bant Eerin having a sad moment after certain events
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Oooohhh yes I love this! How cool!
Time Travel Au!
Snippet of my time travel AU:
One moment Obi-wan is prying off the lid to some container deep in some ruins on a tiny planet out in sith space. Grumbling under his breath about having better things to do than dig around said ruins. They dont even know why theyre here. The Council had just passed along orders from the senate that may as well just have said 'check this weird planet out'.
One moment Cody is staring tiredly at the weird pictures on the walls above his Generals head.
Then theres a sudden flash of light.
The next moment he's staring down at the very tiny cadet standing where Obi-wan had been seconds ago. The child is drowning in too big brown robes. Staring with wide scared eyes at Cody. His red hair falls into his pale blue eyes.
No. Oh no. This can't be happening. Cody has the sudden urge to close his eyes and pretend he is anywhere else but underground in the ruins of a sith planet staring at the cadet version of his General.
"Obi-wan?" He asks even though he really doesnt want to.
The kid nods.
"Do you know who I am?" Cody asks.
The boy takes a moment. Eyes pinching in thought before nodding again. "Cody." His voice is quiet. Barely there.
Cody slowly pulls his helmet off. "Yeah. It's good that you remember me. Do you remember how you got here?"
The little boy shakes his head.
"Do you know how old you are?"
Obi-wan flashes him 5 of his tiny, oh so tiny, little fingers. Why was he so small? Is this normal or sith magic banthashit?
"Do you remember how old you're supposed to be?" Cody hopes desperately the answer will be yes.
Obi-wan gives him a weird look and flashes 5 little fingers.
Cody wants to scream. He won't. He will not do anything to freak the kid out. He can only imagine how scared the kid must be right now. The only saving grace being the fact that Obi-wan apparently remembers who Cody is.
"That's okay. Can I pick you up Obi-wan?"
The child nods. Cody stoops down and scoops up the little jedi. Cocooned in his robes he settles against Cody comfortably.
Cody also clips the saber to his belt.
Cody opens his com line to Waxer, Boil, Vacc and Helix.
"We have a code orange."
The response is immediate.
"What did he touch?" Vacc demanded. "Is he dying?"
"He opened a box. No he isn't dying."
"What's the issue then?" Helix asked.
"He's 5 standard." Cody answers bluntly.
The line goes silent for such a long time Cody is almost afraid he's lost the signal.
"He's a cadet right now?" Waxer asks. Excitement clear in his voice.
"Banthashit." Boil mutters.
"Language!" Waxer scolds.
"You want to say hello Obi-wan?" Cody tilts his wrist towards the child.
Obi-wan glances at him, looking unsure before leaning in. "Hullo."
Immediate cooing bursts from the coms.
"Enough!" Boil snaps.
"Get him to the medtent Commander." Vacc orders before the line goes dead.
Cody sighs and looks down at his tiny General. The boy is staring back at him, confusion written all over his cute little face.
Well kriff. He was starting to sound like Waxer.
"Alright. Let's go make sure you didn't get hurt."
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In the end he had to put guards at the opening of the tent after dropping Obi-wan off to keep Troopers from poking their heads in to get a look at the kid.
Obi-wan was fairly calm. He had cried a bit when Cody told him he had to leave for a moment, but calmed down once Cody pinky promised to come back.
When Cody came back he was sitting on the medcot nervously picking at the robes that Needle and Thread had spirited away then brought back adjusted for the kids new size. The vod had done a good job.
Next they would need to find him shoes.
Vacc had sat down at some point, and was just staring into space. He hadn't moved when Cody came back from ordering reinforcing their camp.
Cody kicked the medics foot. "What is wrong with you?"
"Tried to get a full scan done." The medic growled.
"Okay. What's the issue?" Cody asked again. He hadn't read anything in the generals files about him avoiding medical at this age. There shouldn't have been any issue.
Cody should have known better.
"He started to scream when I went to scan him."
Ah.
"Well why dont you have one of the vod be scanned while he watches?"
"Tried that. Kid just started crying thinking we were hurting the brother in place of him. I don't know about you but I never want to hear a child beg me not to karking torture someone for the rest of my short life." Vacc rubbed at his eyes.
So Obi-wan seemed to have more of his adult memories than were probably good for him.
"What if we called Skywalker?" Vacc asked. "He'd be able to help with force stuff right?"
As much as Cody didn't want to get the young general involved. He didn't seem to have much choice.
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