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Summary: Obi-Wan shows up at Cody's quarters with an infected lightsaber wound. Cody, unfortunately, is forced to call Skull, the 212th's lead medic.

(Or, the follow-up to Skull's infamous run-in with the 212th's newest secret couple)

Word Count: 3,292

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Cody, in a rare event, had three free hours to relax, let loose, just… probably sleep.

Truthfully, he had requested that some extra time be carved out of his schedule while he was back on the Negotiator. Obi-Wan –the General– he often needed to remind himself, was away on a solo mission, one ordered by the Jedi Council. Without the General there, Cody was otherwise only filing reports away and waiting for him to get back.

Cody determinedly tried not to think about that exact fact. Typically, the Council’s missions were dangerous, often risky. Obi-Wan would usually admit later that he had to abandon his own sensical nature when it came to his recent Jedi duties.

The thought made Cody’s hair stand up.

Deciding, against his own urges, that there was nothing he himself could do to trick his mind into thinking positively, Cody made a purposeful effort to lay down and not think. About anything.

He crawled under the sheets, which of course still smelled like Obi-Wan’s Coruscantian cologne, and forced himself to breathe deep breaths. Pulling the blankets up under his chin and rubbing his fists over he heavy eyelids, Cody redirected his thoughts away from his duties and shut his eyelids against the soft glow of light coming from underneath the door of his small quarters.

Seconds –it seemed– later, he was blinking his eyes open to the sound of a hesitant knock against the heavy metal door of his quarters. Blearily, he blinked once or twice as he raised his head from the pillow to look at the door.

The knock came again, only slightly louder.

“Who is it?” He called out, his coarse tone coming out with the words. He hoped whoever was behind the door, particularly if it was Waxer, the little shit, would get the hint.

The response was another, more urgent, knock.

Cody groaned, head falling back into the pillow before he threw off his covers. He pulled a loose pair of old blacks onto his legs and trudged to the door, hastily slapping the button by the door to slide it open.

The person at the door was not Waxer, but Cody immediately wished it was.

“What the kriff happened?”

Cody’s body went rigid as he asked the question and took in the image before him.

Obi-Wan stood in the doorway, a sheepish frown on his sweaty face. He wore a soiled tunic and ripped pants; he had one hand pressed against the side of his ribs. In the other hand, he held a rumpled pile of medical supplies in a sack made out of a medical gown. Cody could see gauze and unopened bacta patches hanging out of the sides of it.

“I’ve made it back.” Obi-Wan said nonchalantly, though there was a nervous edge to his tone. “And nothing too serious; had a minor run in with Ventress.”

Cody stared at him, eyebrows raised as his thoughts moved at the speed of light. He looked toward Obi-Wan’s side where his hand was clenched over the wound. Rather than coated in blood, the edges of his tunic, where it peaked out from behind his hand, were singed.

Lightsaber wound.

Cody didn’t need to ask for confirmation, it was more than obvious.

“May I come in?” Obi-Wan looked at him expectantly, hardened facial features faltering for just a moment as he wobbled on his feet.

Cody caught his arm, and pulled him gently through the door. “On the bed. Sit.” Cody said sternly, trying to keep the anger out of his tone, as he led Obi-Wan towards his bunk.

The General offered Cody a soft, apologetic smile as he sat down singerly on the bed, still clutching at his side.

Cody’s heartbeat pounded heavily inside the walls of his chest as he took the makeshift sack of medical supplies out of Obi-Wan’s other arm and unrolled the contents on the floor. He noted a few small bacta patches, a couple rolls of gauze, several adhesive bandages, and one hypo filled with force-knows-what.

If Cody had to guess, Obi-Wan had snagged a stim instead of a painkiller thinking he could get some paperwork out of the way once he’s been bandaged up.

“You know, lightsaber burns aren’t minor, Obi-Wan…” Cody’s voice trailed off as he straightened up from his crouch and took a seat next to Obi-Wan’s injured side, medical supplies falling out of his arms and onto the course blanket stretched over his bunk.

The look on Obi-Wan’s face said it all– he looked defeated, eyes cast toward the floor and lips curled into something of a terse frown.

“I’ve had enough time in the medbay recently.” He muttered and cleared his throat, “Skull would probably have more than enough to say about the last time I needed him anyway.”

Cody barely held back a snort as his cheeks warmed a little. He had just gotten comfortable with forgetting about that force-forsaken night several weeks before. Cody had a reputation to uphold– one of strict adherence to procedures, never swaying from the books unless it was an absolute necessity– and yet, a simple visit from Skull had all but ruined that.

He had yet to work up the nerve to talk to Skull about it. He knew the medic well enough to realize he was just as stubborn and equally loyal, but the teasing–

That– Cody simply could not bear to endure if he didn’t strictly have to.

Instead, he dealt with the smug looks Skull repeatedly sent him from across the room during briefings. Once, he’d even overheard Skull call him loverboy in a conversation with Oxy at the mess hall. Though they pretended not to see Cody standing several troopers behind them, the Commander could barely handle the minor jab without the tops of his cheeks turning into an embarrassingly bright shade of red.

Cody shook the thoughts out of his head as he pressed his fingers over Obi-Wan’s trembling ones that still remained over the top of the wound. “You think you can let go?” He asked the General. Obi-Wan glanced down and nodded once in affirmation, though he didn’t look so convinced of his own agreement.

Cody was patient, his own fingers hovering inches away, as Obi-Wan gently pulled each of his shaking, bloody fingers away from the wound.

Immediately, Cody was hit with the stench of infection. The red, swollen edges of the wound all but confirmed that it had been there for days without even so much as a splash of water to flush it out. Cody swallowed, his protective nature kicking into high gear.

“Obi-Wan, did you clean this out?” He asked as calmly as possible, voice barely wavering.

He looked up to find Obi-Wan staring straight forward, head shaking from side-to-side. He looked as though he himself didn’t want to see the damage. “I couldn’t find the time. Ventress is a capable competitor.”

Cody tried not to imagine what Obi-Wan’s words implied, but his mind ran out of control against his will.

Was he trapped somewhere? Hiding for hours with no food or water? Barely able to stand but still fighting tooth and nail?

The thought of it made Cody sick to his stomach.

“We might need Skull afterall, Obi-Wan. This is– it’s bad.”

“...bad?” Obi-Wan asked, eyebrows raised. He hissed as Cody pressed a gentle finger against the very edge of the red line surrounding the burn.

“It’s infected, not a chance these bacta patches will be able heal this.” Cody glared at the fine print on the outside of the wrapper of one of the patches. They were only meant to treat minor wounds, ones sustained hours before nonetheless.

Obi-Wan had severely underestimated the nature of the wound– the supplies he brought would barely make a dent on a papercut, much less an infected burn wound.

“You don’t think we should at least try them? I would hate to waste his time, Cody. I’m sure Skull has more pressing–” Obi-Wan tried to resist, his dirt and blood covered hand coming back to try and cover the wound once again. Cody grabbed it before he could make contact with his exposed skin.

“No!” Obi-Wan looked momentarily alarmed, but quickly shut his mouth and put his arm back behind him where it had been before. “Listen– I have baseline medical training, but this– this is not good. This is why we have Skull anyway.”

Obi-Wan brought his other hand to rub over his beard and let out a shaky breath. He sat up a little straighter. “We’ll go to the medbay then.” He announced. Cody shot him a look of warning.

“Seriously? Not in a million rotations would I let you get up right now.” Cody stood from the bed and reached for his comlink where it sat on the table next to his bed.

Growling under his breath, he messaged Skull with the bad news.

Lightsaber wound. Infected. Surface wound.

He paused before adding the last part and cursed under his breath.

My quarters.

Skull was going to have a field day with that.

Cody stepped back into Obi-Wan’s view and assessed the rest of his appearance searching for other undisclosed wounds or scrapes. Other than the slash across his side, he looked relatively unharmed. Sire, a few bruises lined the curve of his jaw and his cheeks, but that was barely anything new. Obi-Wan had a habit of putting himself in harms way regardless of whether it was really necessary or not.

“Let’s at least get the tunic off of you.” Cody said gently and curled a hand under Obi-Wan’s jaw to try and force a moment of eye-contact. Obi-Wan looked at him with something like irritation on his face, then something softer.

“Would you do the honors, dear?” He asked in just a whisper, eyes wide.

Cody, unable to help himself, pressed a gentle kiss to the edge of his hairline and offered up a muted smile. “Of course.”

He took the knife from his utility belt and cut through the beige layers of clothes so he could easily peel them away from Obi-Wan’s skin, gentle around the lightsaber gash. While he wasn’t nearly as soiled underneath the clothes, his ribs were clearly bruised and his neck appeared to have red marks crawling around the outside of it.

Cody looked away, not wanting to imagine Ventress dangling Obi-Wan by his neck in the air.

“It’s rather cold here, is it not?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke him from his thoughts.

Cody considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Concern grew in his chest. He reached to feel Obi-Wan’s forehead and was alarmed to find that the skin was scalding to the touch.

Kriff. Infection.

Cody was medically trained enough to know that fevers with infections were never a good sign. For the first time, Cody silently wished Skull would get there faster.

“You have a fever.” Cody said, breaking the momentary silence and brushing the rogue hairs off of Obi-Wan’s suddenly sweaty forehead. While his cheeks had looked gaunt moments before, now his face was stained red with warmth. He trembled even more, gooseflesh coating the skin of his chest.

Cody opened his mouth to offer his reassurance, and maybe a blanket, when there was a knock at the door.

Thank force.

He stood and strode to the door in a few short steps before pressing the button to open the door.

Skull stood there, arms full with both Obi-Wan’s personal medical kit and another large black bag presumably filled with additional medical supplies. He didn’t look quite as panicked as Cody thought he should, but then again, medical trauma was his everyday.

“Looks like shirts are optional in here. Noted.” Skull said, eyebrows raised as he walked into the small quarters. He looked between Obi-Wan and Cody.

Cody glanced down at his own chest and muttered a curse. Of course he was shirtless. Again. So much for napping shirtless anymore.

Cody didn’t have a chance to muster up his own snarky remark before Skull brushed by him and toward Obi-Wan’s shaking form still sitting on the bed. Cody followed him, annoyance fading immediately as he noticed the water collecting in the corners of Obi-Wan’s eyes.

He looked overwhelmed all of the sudden, eyes flickering past Skull and landing on Cody’s own.

Cody wished he could scoop him up, hold him tightly in his arms for just a few precious minutes.

“Sir, how long ago did this happen?” Skull asked mechanically, freshly sanitized hands pressing around the outside of the wound making Obi-Wan jump and suck in a deep breath.

“Erm–” Obi-Wan swallowed, “Perhaps two days? Three?” Cody could tell the feverish haze was setting in; Obi-Wan was not one to confuse his timelines.

Skull looked concerned at the time frame, eyeing the wound more closely. He didn’t look satisfied when he sat back on his heels from where he knelt on the durasteel floor. He motioned to Cody to step aside, away from Obi-Wan.

“When did the fever start?” Skull asked expectantly. “I’m assuming he’s been here for more than a few minutes?

Cody sighed. “Since he came here, I don’t know– twenty minutes ago? And he’s sick of the medbay– I don’t think he realized how bad it is.”

Skull rubbed an irritated hand across his face. “You know, Cody, if he’ll listen to you, maybe you can convince him to come to me next time.” Cody tried not to look sheepish, even pulling his lips into a hard line.

“I can’t make Ob– the General listen to me.” Cody corrected himself quickly.

“Banthashit. That’s the only reason I’m actually here and he hasn’t already dragged his lifeless body to the medbay instead. Just own it Commander; the General is wrapped around your finger.” If punching a medic in the face wasn’t likely a decommissionable offense, Cody would have already done it.

“Skull I swear to– I do not. It’s not like that–”

“I’ve seen what I’ve seen, Cody. Your insistence is meaningless.” Skull said, the shook his head once. “Back on topic– bacta bandages probably won’t fully heal that monstrosity, but I think they can hold him over until we can convince him of submersion tomorrow. That– and shitload of antibiotics.”

The insurmountable anger Skull had incited in him just a couple of minutes before dissipated.

Submersion.

Cody knew Obi-Wan hated it. Cody had only endured it himself once before, and he had been equally as disenchanted with it, and that was without the added roadblock of claustrophobia.

“Are you sure? Full submersion?” Cody asked, looking nervously toward Obi-Wan who had since closed his eyes.

“It’s an infected lightsaber wound, not a kriffing scrape Cody.” Skull reminded him, and stepped back towards the bunk.

Cody watched silently, sitting beside Obi-Wan’s head in a metal chair, as Skull coaxed Obi-Wan to lie down on his side so the wound was fully exposed. The medic made quick work with a set of heavy, white bandages which were clearly more fit for the job than the tiny bacta patches Obi-Wan had brought from the medbay.

Skull took a mixed painkiller-antibiotic hypo and gently pressed it into Obi-Wan’s neck before he began to slather on a generous layer of full-strength bacta gel, the kind that was only used when things were serious. Though the painkillers clearly took the edge off, Cody still cringed at the occasional tiny moans that escaped past Obi-Wan’s stony, rigid exterior.

“Kriff.” Cody heard Obi-Wan hiss as Skull took a long strip of high-grade gauze and pressed down across the length of the wound.

“Sorry, General. I know it stings; hold tight.”

Obi-Wan audibly cursed again when Skull pressed a long strip of adhesive bandage over the gauze. “That should do it for now.” Skull said, leaning back again helping Obi-Wan to roll onto his back, a more comfortable position.

Cody noted the minor relief painted across Obi-Wan’s features. Whatever cocktail of drugs Skull had given him clearly worked, and his forehead no longer was coated in a layer of sweat. Without the large, gaping burn wound out in the open, Obi-Wan looked less like a walking corpse, and more like a human punching bag. Regardless, it was an improvement.

“I’ve got two more doses of painkillers from your kit.” Skull said as he rummaged through the case he had brought with him. “Have Cody give you one every four hours, and I’ll send a med transport to come get you tomorrow morning.”

Obi-Wan blinked twice and furrowed his brow. “Oh that certainly won’t be necessary. Could you leave a few bandages behind? I’m sure I can change them myself.”

Skull raised his eyebrows again and turned to Cody with a smug, knowing smile. “Cody?” He asked, amusement lacing his tone.

Kriffing Skull.

Cody drew both of his hands over his face and suppressed a groan.

“General– Skull is right. You aren’t fit to walk, and I don’t think bacta gel is going to cut it.” Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed.

“If you insist, Cody.” He answered politely.

And no, Cody hadn’t insisted.

Skull’s shit-eating grin was almost too much for Cody to handle.

“Well Skull, looks like your job here is done.” Cody said loudly and grabbed his closed medical bags from the floor as he headed towards the door. After exchanging his last words with Obi-Wan, Skull followed him and took the bags from his hands.

“So star-crossed lovers it looks like? A match made in heaven? The only type of relationship where The Obi-Wan Kenobi will listen to you over a medical professional. I told you, wrapped around your finger.” Skull said as Cody nearly punched the button to open the door of his quarters.

“Oh fuck off.” Cody said, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks were still burning. “Whatever is going on here is between me and the General.” He finished as Skull stepped into the hallway.

“Oh I’m sure there are plenty of things going on between you and the General.” Skull said with a wink. “See you tomorrow, Cody.”

Fucking kriff.

Cody was never going to live it down, was he?

He let out his exasperation in the form of punching the door just as it closed, which though painful, was enough to make him feel marginally better.

Collecting his thoughts, Cody headed back to the bunk where Obi-Wan still laid on his back, eyes half-shut, and bloody hand resting over his chest. Cody leaned over him and he perked up a little offering a hint of a grin as his eyes blinked open.

“You know, maybe we should just accept that Skull knows; make it official.” Obi-Wan murmured.

“What? And admit defeat? Ruin my reputation?” Cody was mildly offended at the suggestion, but he still ran a gentle hand through the greasy, unwashed hair on top of Obi-Wan’s head.

“He already knows, dear.” Obi-Wan said with a mild chuckle that shook his chest, then a small hiss of pain.

“That doesn’t mean I need to admit it to him.” Cody retorted, and stood to find some sort of cloth to clean Obi-Wan’s bloody, dirt-covered fingers. Obi-Wan just snorted.

“Always so stubborn, Commander.” He whispered as Cody gently wiped his hands and then gently rubbed in some lotion he kept in the drawer of the table by his bed. "Thank you for calling Skull- I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking."

"Always so stubborn, Obi-Wan." He repeated, smiling gently, "I'm just happy you're here now, with me."

They sat in silence, Cody still massaging the callouses on Obi-Wan’s hand and admiring the gentle curve of his jaw. He pressed a kiss to the middle of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Perhaps it didn’t really matter what Skull thought after all.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 22

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 4,450ish

Summary: You and Master Even Piell get captured and taken to the Citadel. Obi-Wan and Anakin bring a group to come to the rescue.

Notes: The chapter just sort of ends because I didn’t want a chapter that was 8,000 words long… so sorry for the awkwardness. Also, check out the note at the end of the chapter please!

Obi-Wan could feel that something was wrong before he was even told anything. He knew that your latest assignment was paired with Jedi Master Even Piell, one of the Masters that had trained you personally. The two of you had found information about the secret hyperspace lanes called the Nexus Route. He knew that the whole assignment was perilous and important to the Republic, but all Obi-Wan could think of was you as he raced to the war room. Mace Windu, Plo Koon, and Yoda were in there.

“I have sensed that something has happened,” Obi-Wan admitted as he came up to the Jedi Masters.

“Hmm. Stronger than I thought, the bond is between you and Y/N,” Yoda noted.

“Master Piell’s cruiser was attacked,” Windu stated. “We know that at least he and Y/N have been taken alive.”

“Where have they been taken?” Obi-Wan asked. His Force signature was branching out across the galaxy, trying to reach you.

“The Citadel,” Plo Koon responded.

Obi-Wan’s worry grew ten-fold. The Citadel was known as one of the most deadly prisons in the galaxy. No one ever escaped from it. And now you were there, your life endanger.

“I would like to lead a group to rescue them,” Obi-Wan offered, stepping closer to the Masters.

“Yes,” Windu agreed. “You may take anyone who is available that you feel you may need.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan bowed before quickly leaving the room. He put his comlink up to his mouth. “Anakin. Come in, Anakin.”

“What can I help you with, Master?” Anakin responded.

“I need you to get down here to the war room. Bring Cody, Rex, Echo, and Fives with you…” Obi-Wan paused, letting out a sigh. “Y/N’s been captured.”

~~~

As you floated in the air, bounded in a tractor beam and waiting for someone to come into your cell and try to push for information, you felt Obi-Wan’s signature reach for you. You allowed yourself, and him, a brief moment of feeling assured by each other’s signatures before you closed him out. You knew that you were going to get tortured and you could not allow Obi-Wan to feel that pain. You only hoped that Obi-Wan could get to you in time.

~~~

Obi-Wan’s jaw clenched as he stood around the holo table in the war room. Everyone he had asked Anakin to bring was there with the addition of Master Plo. He had found your signature alive and it even reacted with his, before you shut him out. That only led him to believe that you were being tortured and you were trying to protect him. Obi-Wan’s need to get to you only grew.

“As you are aware, the Citadel is their most isolated and impenetrable detention facility,” Plo explained. “No one has ever escaped.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Anakin said.

“Indeed there is,” Obi-Wan agreed.

“Their security has prevented our probes from obtaining recent reconnaissance,” Plo informed, “so we’ve been forced to construct a crude map based upon data from the archives.” He pressed a button on the holo table, allowing the map to show.

“And since the data is extremely old, the map will be difficult to rely on.”

“So we’re essentially going in blind,” Anakin said.

“Beg your pardon, General,” Rex cut in, “but how do we know Master Piell and General L/N are still alive?”

“The Separatists won’t dare kill them until they have what they need,” Obi-Wan answered.

“They obtained the coordinates of a secret hyperspace lane known as the Nexus Route,” Plo added, “which travels into the heart of both the Republic and Separatist home worlds.”

“They could prove vital in maneuvering our forces deep into remote Separatist sectors.”

“Or the enemy could use them to slip through our defenses and attack Coruscant,” Anakin added.

“These hyperspace lanes are of immense interest to both our sides and could tip the scale of the war to whomever is in possession of them,” Plo said. “That is all.”

~~~

Obi-Wan found himself walking between Anakin and Plo down the halls of the Jedi Temple.

“Based on the archive schematics, we’ve narrowed it down to three possible locations they could be holding Piell and Y/N at,” Plo told them.

“My greatest concern is infiltrating their outer security,” Obi-Wan said. It was a partial truth. That was one of his greatest concerns. His greatest was making sure you got out alive. “The life-form scanners will not be easy to fool.”

“I’ve got a thought about that,” Anakin said.

“Master!” Ahsoka called, rushing toward the three men. “I’m sorry I’m late. I just heard about the briefing. We’re going to rescue Master Piell and Y/N, right?”

Anakin paused, folding his arms over his chest as he looked at his Padawan. Plo and Obi-Wan turned back briefly.

“You two have much to discuss,” Plo said before he and Obi-Wan walked away. “Master Yoda mentioned something about a bond between you and my former Padawan, Y/N.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan sighed.

“Is this a Force bond?”

“Yes. We have had it since we met.”

“Interesting.” Plo was clearly in great thought. “Be mindful of it as you go throughout the rescue, Obi-Wan. The Citadel has its ways of using things against you.”

~~~

You groaned in pain as one of the droids in front of you tased you, again. You had lost track of how many times you had been tased but you did know that each new one was more painful than the last. You wouldn’t let it break you for information though. You were much stronger than that. They tased you again. Once they stopped, your head hung and you panted.

“You are weakening,” another droid stated, coming up to stand in front of you. “You decide when the pain will stop. Just give me the information.”

“I will never give you the information,” you spat.

“We will see about that. Tase her again.”

~~~

In order to bypass the life-form scanners, Obi-Wan’s team had to be carbon-frozen. R2D2 and his team of reprogrammed battle droids were then in charge of flying them to the Citadel. After successfully fooling the Citadel into thinking they were delivering supplies and rations, the droids landed the ship on a ledge of the cliff that the Citadel prison was sitting on. The droids unloaded the frozen team before R2D2 went to each of them and unfroze them.

“Hey, Snips,” Anakin greeted as he groggily walked.

“Hey, Master,” Ahsoka responded.

“I must have carbon sickness because I could swear that’s Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan said, rubbing out his shoulders.

“Your eyes are fine,” Anakin replied. “it’s Ahsoka’s hearing that needs help.”

“I received orders to join the team,” Ahsoka responded. “I thought you knew.”

“Orders? From who?”

“I discussed it with Master Plo.”

“He didn’t tell me.”

“You were already in carbonite.”

“Well, I gave you a specific order not to come.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned for you, Master, it’s that following direct orders isn’t always the best way to solve a problem.”

“I see Anakin’s new teaching method is to ‘do as I say, not as I do’,” Obi-Wan teased. “Welcome aboard.”

“This is not a joke,” Anakin continued. “I already have Y/N to worry about and now I have you, too.” He walked away.

“Does he not see that that is the reason I had to come?” Ahsoka questioned.

“Not that I’m happy that you went behind your Master’s back, but it will up to have another hand,” Obi-Wan said. “Help the troopers get ready.”

~~~

Obi-Wan led the way to the building and them up the side of it. Due to the wind and electro-mines on the side of the building, they had to free-climb their way up. As they climbed up the side, Obi-Wan got to the entry point first. He was going to jump onto the platform when four droids came out. Holding onto the ledge, he hid beneath it and signaled to the others to keep quiet. Once the droids had left, a shield came up in the doorway.

“They locked the door!” Obi-Wan exclaimed. “It’s ray-shielded!”

“Ray-shielded?” Anakin questioned. “That wasn’t the plan!”

“Well, it’s in the plan now.”

“There’s an opening up there,” Ahsoka stated.

“We know,” Anakin responded. “They’re ventilation ducts, but they’re far too small for us to gain access.”

“Too small for you, maybe, but I think I can squeeze through.”

“Well, we hadn’t planned on Ahsoka being here,” Obi-Wan admitted. “Perhaps she’s right.”

Anakin gave Ahsoka a nod, signaling to her that she could do it. Ahsoka hurried up the side to the vent. She opened the cover and slid in as the others waited outside along the cliff. Once the ray shield was down, they hurried onto the platform.

“See? I can handle myself after all,” Ahsoka commented, pointedly at her Master.

As the clones followed the Jedi onto the platform, Charger lost his grip and fell. He fell into one of the electro-mines on the way down. The alarm began blaring throughout the building.

“Well, they know we’re here,” Obi-Wan said, a slight sadness at the thought of the clone who had just died.

~~~

Your heart was beating rapidly as they finished tasing you again. You weren’t going to give up the information that they wanted, but you were close to putting your shields down and feeling Obi-Wan’s signature. If just for one last time.

“Maybe a different tactic is needed,” one of the droids said. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind losing an eye.”

The droid‘s limb reached up toward you, revealing a long needle. You tried to move your head away from it as best as you could as you squeezed your eyes shut. Suddenly, the door slid open and shots were fired. You opened your eyes to see clones rushing in and behind them was Obi-Wan. Tears of relief filled your eyes as the clones took care of the droids and Obi-Wan came straight to you. He pressed a button that released you, easily catching you as your weak body fell.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, holding you close to him. You couldn’t tell if he said that as a comfort to him or comfort to you because as you fell you let your shields down, allowing his signature to grasp onto yours. “I’ve got you…”

“Obi-Wan…” you breathed out, gripping onto him.

“Y/N!” Anakin exclaimed, rushing into the room. Without thinking of Obi-Wan, or even you, Anakin pulled you into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Me too, Ani.” You pulled away and noticed Master Piell in the doorway. “I didn’t give them any of the information, Master.”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” he responded. “We need to find my captain and get the other third of the data.”

“Right—woah…” You had taken a step but your leg gave out beneath you. Obi-Wan quickly had an arm around your waist, holding you to him.

“Are you alright?” He worried.

“I’ll be fine. Just a little weak.”

“You will stay by my side, alright?” You nodded, okay with not arguing with him on that. “Let’s move.”

~~~

Cody led the way down the hallways, peeking around every corner and signaling if it was okay to move forward. Obi-Wan hadn’t been kidding about you staying by his side. He knew that he could not physically hold you there but his side was constantly brushing yours. Suddenly, attack droids surrounded you on either side. The clones aimed at them as you Jedi ignited your sabers. You and Obi-Wan immediately got back to back, ready for a fight.

As soon as the droids began firing, the Jedi began deflecting and the clones began shooting back. You quickly realized that these were not normal droids. These droids were doing jumps and flips to get closer to your group. Once the droids were close enough, they began physically assaulting. One of them grabbed your neck so hard, that you knew that there would be bruises there later. You grunted as you swung your saber through the droid, cutting it in half. It wasn’t long until all the droids were destroyed.

“We need to keep moving!” Obi-Wan said.

Keeping your sabers ignited, you all started down the hall again. You all suddenly stopped when a high-pitched sound started. Your weapons and anything else made of metal, snapped up to the ceiling as you plugged your eyes. This, unfortunately, included Anakin as his arm was made of metal.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan shouted over the loud noises.

Electricity crackled as Anakin began to be electrocuted.

“Master!” Yelled Ahsoka.

“Ani!” You cried.

Once the round of electricity had stopped, Anakin’s body hung limp. A burst of laughter sounded through the speakers nearby.

“You fools!” A voice taunted. Droids rushed in on either side of the group. “I hope you enjoyed the reunion with your fellow Jedi because you’re going to be my guests for a very long time!”

You and Obi-Wan glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. With your backs against each other’s, you threw your arms out and tried to use the Force to push the droids away. The droids slid back but their feet didn’t lift from the ground.

“They’re magnetized,” Obi-Wan stated.

You both used the Force again to try and keep the droids away. The clones rushed forward and started fighting with the droids. As this was going on, Anakin fought through another surge of electricity to reach his lightsaber. He took it and turned off the magnetic ceiling, dropping himself and the weapons to the ground. You and Obi-Wan easily caught your sabers and destroyed three of the droids. Once the droids had been taken care of, Rex helped Anakin off of the floor.

“Are you alright, sir?” He wondered.

“Yeah,” Anakin answered. “Let’s get out of here.”

~~~

When you finally reached where they were keeping the remainder of Piell’s men, Anakin and Ahsoka easily took out the droids that were guarding inside the cell. Piell entered the cell, his men standing.

“General,” one of them said.

“Captain Tarkin,” Piell replied.

Though you worked with him on this last assignment, you couldn’t help but feel the tinge of darkness that was in Captain Tarkin. Throughout the assignment, he had proved nothing but a man willing to help the cause. But that didn’t help the way you felt about him.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Captain Tarkin said. “General L/N.” He nodded toward you. “You brought friends.”

“Tarkin, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker,” Piell introduced.

“Well, now that you’ve found us, how do you expect to get us out? If they’ve locked this fortress down, there are at least ten squads on their way. It’s going to be impossible to escape.”

Obi-Wan’s hand came up to his beard as he thought. “What if we split up?” He asked. “My team will create a diversion, while Anakin leads the others away. That way, if one of us is captured, the enemy will only have part of the information and not all of it.”

“General Kenobi, I think it’s better if we stick together. A stronger force would have a better chance of protecting the information.”

“Not in this situation.”

“But surely we’d have more strength in numbers, rather than divide us.”

“Obi-Wan has a point,” Piell cut in. “I’ll go with him, you go with Y/N and Skywalker.”

Obi-Wan turned to you. “You must go with Anakin,” he said. You went to argue but were cut short at his plea through the Force. “Please, my dear. You being part of the diversion will only increase your chance of getting hurt and my heart can’t take you getting hurt more than you already have.” You sighed and nodded in response. “Thank you, my little star. Stay safe.”

“Please stay safe as well, Obi,” you responded.

His lips quirked up slightly. “Always am.”

Obi-Wan met your eyes briefly for one last time before leaving the cell with Master Piell following behind. The clones were split up between the two groups as well, for safety. You turned and looked to Anakin for directions. He was actually surprised that you weren’t heading the charge but you were tired and didn’t know the original escape plan as he did.

“Alright, everyone, follow me,” Anakin directed.

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Anakin, Ahsoka, and yourself had your lightsabers ignited as you followed Anakin around the Citadel. After running for a while, Anakin stopped to look at the hologram map on him. He suddenly turned to the wall and cut a circle out.

“Everybody in,” he ordered.

Echo and Fives went up to the wall and pushed the cut-out way so that the group would be able to crawl through the hole. It led to outside in one of the canyons. Ahsoka jumped out first, running down the ledge to see if the path was clear.

“This is one of the original fortress tunnels,” Echo stated.

“The advantage of old archive data,” Fives added as everyone else came through the hole.

“The tunnel’s clear!” Ahsoka announced.

“Looks like Obi-Wan’s distraction worked,” Anakin said. “Things seem to be going as planned.”

“It’s when things do not go as planned that concerns me,” said Captain Tarkin. “When then?”

“It’s when things don’t go as planned that we Jedi are at our best. Trust me.”

“I really hate how true that statement is,” you muttered.

“I reserve my trust for those who take action, General Skywalker,” Captain Tarkin retorted.

“Then let me remind you, we rescued you back there,” Anakin said. “And I reserve my trust for those who understand gratitude, Captain Tarkin.”

Echo and Fives placed the cut-out back in its spot as Anakin began leading the group forward. You walked in a line down the path. Anakin was in front with Captain Tarkin behind him, Ahsoka behind the Captain, and you behind the Padawan. The rest of the clones with you were behind you.

“R2, are you and your battle droids ready to go?” Anakin asked for his comlink. R2 quickly replied. “Alright, get the ship fired up, we’ll meet you at the pipeline exit after you’ve picked up Obi-Wan, assuming he’s still on schedule.” He ended the transmission.

Your brows furrowed as you sensed Ahsoka’s thoughts. You hadn’t been trying to read her thoughts, it just happened. You picked up the pace to get as close as you could to her.

“Be mindful of your thoughts, Ahsoka,” you warned in a whisper. “They betray you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ahsoka responded.

“You weren’t supposed to be on this mission. You snuck into a carbon-freeze chamber and joined the others. Then you lied and said that Master Koon had approved it. So, when I say that your thoughts betray you, I really mean it.”

Ahsoka grunted in frustration, pushing forward until she was in front of everyone. You clearly had made her mad, but she needed to be careful before Anakin could sense her thoughts. Anakin moved his way to the back of the pack, sensing something. As your group made their way through a tighter spot in the tunnels, Anakin jumped up between two of the walls. You could sense a probe droid coming. Everyone had made it through the tight spot by the time the probe came over. Anakin jumped down from his spot, cutting the droid in half with his lightsaber.

“I am beginning to admire the design of this fortress,” Captain Tarkin admitted. You added that to the list of things off about him. “It’s rather formidable to evade.”

“How can you admire such a horrible place?” Ahsoka questioned.

“Ah, you reveal your short-sightedness. This ordeal only demonstrates how effective facilities like the Citadel are. Pity, it ended up in Separatist hands and not ours.”

“I will agree with that,” you said. “If it was in our hands, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Alright, Snips, I need you to lead the group,” Anakin said. “Keep following the tunnel. I’ll catch up.”

“Why not Y/N?” Ahsoka asked.

“Y/N doesn’t know the plan. You do.” You sent a disapproving look Ahsoka’s way.

“Where are you going?”

“Obi-Wan’s not here, so someone has to protect our flank.”

“Be safe,” you told him.

“I guess it’s a good thing I came along after all,” Ahsoka said cockily.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, young one.”

Ahsoka glared at you before going to the front of the group. She began leading you through the tunnel.

“I am concerned that the Jedi have elected this child to lead the group,” Captain Tarkin said quietly to Rex, you overhearing it.

“I’ve served with her many times and I trust her, Captain,” Rex responded. “General L/N is also here and will be able to quickly formulate a plan if needed.”

Ahsoka turned a corner and stopped short. “Uh-Oh,” she said, looking up. You all followed coming face to face with a cliff. “Dead end.”

“So, what’s the plan here, Ahsoka?” You pointedly asked.

She studied the surface of the cliff, debating her options.

“Look out!” One of the clones shouted, shots being fired from incoming droids.

You and Ahsoka spun around and began deflecting the blasts with your lightsabers. You deflected a blast perfectly causing it to boomerang back to the droid, hitting it, and forcing it back into the lava in the lower canyons. You moved to destroy the others when Anakin jumped down from higher up and cut the other two droids in half. He slowly backed up as more droids began charging.

“What happened?” He asked. “Why didn’t you blow the wall? That part of the plan was your job!”

The droids had shields and were cornering you into the dead end as they fired at you. Anakin and yourself were in the front of the group, trying to deflect as many blasts as you could.

“I thought it was a dead end!” Ahsoka replied.

“If Master Plo really assigned you to this mission, he would have briefed you on the plan,” Anakin said.

Ahsoka quickly took Rex’s backpack full of detonators and ran back to the wall. She placed them all over the surface of the cliff. With two of them, she ran back and rolled them underneath the droid's legs, causing an explosion. The detonators on the cliff wall behind you exploded as well causing chunks of the cliff wall to rain down. You all were thrown to the ground. You groaned in pain at the harsh impact.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan’s voice filled the Force around you. “Are you alright? I felt some pain from your end of the bond.”

“I’m fine,” you responded. “Just wasn’t prepared for an explosion on either side of me.”

“Explosion?! Is everyone okay?”

You pushed yourself up to check your surroundings. “We’re good. Keep focused on your end and we’ll do our best on ours.”

Anakin came over and helped you to your feet before leading the group through the large blast hole in the wall. He led the group through another tunnel until you reached a large vertical pipe.

“This pipe leads up to the top of the ridge,” Anakin explained, “where R2 will pick us up and get us out of here. There’s the hatch.” He jumped up to the nearest edge of the pipe and helped everyone else up before leading to the hatch. He opened it and Ahsoka led the way in. “Let’s go! Let’s go! Everyone in. Don’t use your lights, and make sure your weapons are locked. The slightest electronic pulse could ignite this whole tube.”

“I hope somebody tells the droids that,” Captain Tarkin commented.

You stood beside Anakin as the Captain entered the tube. “I’m not a huge fan of that guy,” you said before going into the tube.

The tube was not pleasant to breathe in as you climbed and walked along it. Ahsoka was taking the lead, having too much energy for your liking.

“How much longer are we going to wander through this tunnel in the dark?” Captain Tarkin asked, clearly agitated.

“Captain Tarkin, haven’t you learned to trust me by now?” Anakin responded.

“You may have earned my trust General Skywalker, but my faith in your comrades is still lacking.”

“You lack faith in the Jedi.”

“I find their tactics ineffective. The Jedi Code prevents them from going far enough to achieve victory. To do whatever it takes to win. The very reason why peacekeepers should not be leading a war. Have I offended you?”

“No. I’ve also found that we sometimes fall short of victory because of our methods.”

“Well, I see we agree on something.”

“Our methods are not without cause,” you argued.

“I think I found a way out,” Ahsoka announced. She led the group to a ladder and opened up the hatch at the top of it.

“What do you see, Snips?” Anakin wondered.

“The coast is clear.”

“Any sign of Obi-Wan and the shuttle?” You asked.

“No, I don’t see him or R2 anywhere.” Ahsoka went out further to only be aimed at by droids. She jumped out and cut them in half with her saber. “We’ve got to go!”

“There could be a whole battalion of droids out there!” Tarkin exclaimed.

“Better than hiding in a fuel line,” Anakin said.

Anakin went up the ladder first with you right behind him. You could see that droids were coming at you from one side of the pipe and quickly joined Ahsoka in fighting them off. You, Anakin, and Ahsoka deflected blasts as the other climbed out of the tube and off the other side of it. You all ran and hid behind a rock.

“The plan’s been compromised!” Tarkin exclaimed. “The shuttle’s not coming!”

“Throw me a charge!” Anakin ordered, Rex quickly following through.

Anakin set it to detonate before throwing it into the pipe hatch you had climbed out of. The explosion happened fast. Your group crouched further down to hide under the rock more as large shards of metal rained down. Once it had calmed, Anakin stood up and dusted himself off.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Time for plan B.”

“There’s a plan B?” Tarkin questioned.

“There’s always a backup plan, Captain,” you responded.

“We’ll meet R2 at Obi-Wan’s position,” Anakin said.

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Psychological Torture

We see A LOT of it happening in Ep 03.

Three basic tenets of this are Separate, Isolate, and Dominate. You can also thrown in dehumanization, humiliation, and lots, lots more!

Now Crosshair took care of Separate all by himself. He’s just spent 32 rotations alone on a platform on Kamino with nothing but wind sheer and pouring rain for company.

And once he was recovered it’d have been easy to keep him Isolated in the med bay, to only have droids tend to him and not any human doctors. Once out of there the other troopers won’t interact with him. And why not? Those aren’t conscripted troopers wary of killer clones taking their jobs. He isn’t a part of Clone Force 99 now, he’s a soldier in the army of the Galactic Empire. So what grounds do other clones have for shunning him apart from following orders to do just that?

We’re led to assume that this is simply a follow on from CF99 being shunned back in Ep 01. But who benefitted from them being Isolated back then, from being Separated from the other clones? Who was Dominating them? All good questions, but not the point here.

Anyway, they sprinkle in a little Dehumanization here too. The cell-like room with a solid looking bed which is likely slightly shorter than he is tall, no blankets, no pillow, and no control of any sort. The lights come on and the alarm blares, his whole existence dictated to him by the whims of others.

His clothes differ to what everyone else there is wearing, both in his civilian dress and in his armour. There’s no mistaking him for someone else, so they all know who to avoid even if they can’t see his face or the burn on his head that hasn’t been healed up even though we know that it could be.

And even the simple pleasure of a good filling meal is denied to him. Repeatedly. But this is just a funny reference to Ep 01, right? Poor old Crosshair can’t get to eat his dinner in peace, lol!

Right?

But keeping someone hungry and weak is a well known way to break morale, to grind someone down, to make them more compliant.

Which brings us to the Dominating part. And it’s important to note that this entire episode should be viewed through the lens of knowing that Rampart already knows that the Batch are still alive. Just before Crosshair walks into Rampart’s office the first time we get a nice clear look at the datapad in his hand so we can see what it is that he’s looking at.

He knows, and he wants Crosshair to admit to knowing about it. And Wilco already knows just how well that’d be likely to turn out for him. Maybe not right away, Rampart wants to wipe out the Batch first, but that fate would be waiting for him.

So Rampart is making his life hard in order to try to make him crack, to be willing to give up any information on the Batch that he knows. Contacts, friends, hideouts, resources, habits, any scrap of anything that they might have revealed to him when he last saw them.

Because he knows the team like no one else does, their tactics, their weaknesses. Just what it is that they do, and how. Cody knows them as in he knows who they are, but he hasn’t worked with them. He tried to once before but that didn’t work out as planned.

But Rampart wants them destroyed and he isn’t about to trust Crosshair with that job again, not after his previous failures. So he’s going to try a different tactic

So, stripped of his name and his former rank, and receiving some mild mockery in the process with a side hint that if he’s a good boy he could get one of those things back, he gets sent off to meet a familiar face. Probably the only person on the whole of Coruscant who knows Crosshair in any way at all

Which is where Cody is sent in. To play the role of The Friendly Face, the offerer of sympathy, of someone to talk to, someone who understands.

And Crosshair waits for him, watching troopers pass by together. How long he has to wait there with the longing to be a part of that again growing we have no idea

But when he does show up Cody repeats the exact same line that Rex drops when he runs into the Batch again in the bar. Aww, how cute. Nice and familiar, and such a subtle way to make us associate him with someone we know to be a good man fighting the good fight.

And he tells Crosshair he specifically asked for him, tries to make him feel wanted, then gives him an opportunity to volunteer information on the Batch having gone rogue, Cross counters with it not just being them going AWOL and says they’re traitors. Drops in the quip about the Jedi having been traitors too.

Sure, he knows it’ll hurt Cody to hear it, but they’re both sounding each other out here. Each one trying to see where the other’s loyalties actually lie. Neither one of them wanting to look the other in the face while they do it, only allowing themselves sliding sideways glances. Trying to see something in the other without giving anything away themselves.

Cody sees that this isn’t getting him anywhere and drops ‘good soldiers follow orders’ followed by Cross’s ‘mm-hmm’ of neither agreeing or disagreeing and the accompanying scowl at Cody’s back.

And off they go to Desix, directly mirroring the scene where Cody explains the first mission we see them go on all the way back in S7.

And this is a nicely familiar job isn’t it? Battle droids. Just like the old days. How touching!

Now, Cody doesn’t just look around and give orders here, he turns to Crosshair, treats him like an equal, allows him to make suggestions, to be a part of the mission he’s commanding. But when Crosshair asks him to trust him he sounds far from thrilled at the idea. Says he makes life ‘interesting’ But he has a job to do here so he goes with it. What choice does he have?

And Crosshair does his job, and does it well. Never misses a shot and headshots every time. Even as out of practice as he currently is after all that time away. And Cody is quick to compliment him. Good shot, good boy, pat on the head and a biscuit for you my lad!

But Crosshair stays mission focused, doesn’t preen or pose even though he knows how excellent a shot that was, doesn’t let Cody distract him with praise.

And Cody drops it.

And then they’re on the stairs, and this time it’s Crosshair’s turn to test Cody. Because that droid has him by the throat, but he doesn’t draw his sidearm and shoot it, he doesn’t kick it or push off the wall behind him to try to throw it down the stairs, and we’ve seen him throwing droids around in the past. He’s no weakling. But instead he calls to Cody, appeals to him to help.

And he does help him

But that’s when Crosshair messes up. Exposes himself. He lets Cody see the trick with the reflectors and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he suddenly realises how come the Elite Squad didn’t take down any of the Batch back on Kamino. Knows that one shot from Crosshair is all he’d need to take down all 4 of them in one go, all he needs is a line of sight. ES-02 might have been able to report that the Batch and Crosshair were fighting a bunch of combat droids in that room, that she herself had to flee to survive. But she couldn’t have explained how come all of her squadmates had gone down and no one else had done.

But now he knows, or is at least starting to.

In the Governors office Cody then does his best to appeal to Tawni Ames, to persuade her to roll over and let the Empire have what it wants. Oh sure, it all sounds reasonable, who wants a war? But she’s being offered nothing in return for her surrender with or without the Untitled Goose Game meme reference.

And as soon as Grotty threatens Cody with being reprimanded for disobedience Crosshair shoots her. But only once a brother is threatened. And Crosshair already knows what that’s like, being unjustly punished for disobedience. We’re told from the start he disobeys orders. But never what orders, or why he’d choose to, only that he does. And if there was a legit reason for it, they’d have told us what orders he’d refused to obey in the first place.

But Crosshair had Cody’s back, just like he had Hunter’s back in the training room.

And we close in on Cody looking down at Tawni Ames smoking body while dramatic music plays in the background. His face shifts slightly as he stands there thinking things through, and juuuuuust as the screenwipe is about to happen, just for a few frames, Cody starts to frown.

Blink and you’ll miss it

By the shuttle he gives a pained look after Crosshair passes. He hasn’t made what comes next easy for him, but he has a job to do and he’s going to do it.

Does he have a pang of conscience seeing the fresh troopers arrive, seeing Grotty overseeing them, knowing that he helped to make this possible? It sure looks that way, doesn’t it.

And we return to the memorial where Cody questions whether he’s doing the right thing, whether they’re making the world a better place. Talks about making choices and having to live with them too, while not being able to do more than glance at Crosshair while he says it.

Because he already knows he’s about to go straight to Rampart’s office to report in and tell him all about how Crosshair took out his Elite Squad with just one shot and this super special trick he’s super good at.

To sell him out completely and utterly.

Because Cody is a soldier of the Empire, and he’s doing the job he’s been ordered to do. And good soldiers follow orders. Whether they like them or not.

And we return to the torture process once more. Separation, dehumanization, and the denial of basic needs. And he looks scared when his number is called, just for a moment. But he steels himself for what’s about to happen, for how badly this might be about to go.

And boy has Rampart’s attitude to Crosshair worsened when he sees him in his office the second time. Far more mocking and dismissive of him than before. He’s refused to be Dominated, has stood his ground regardless of the opportunities presented to him to take the easier way out.

So Rampart doesn’t so much as look up at him when he enters, keeps turned away from him, only glances at him as and when the conversation requires it. Keeps his attention fixed on the datapad in his hand despite the fact that there can’t be anything left on that report that he hasn’t already read by this point. Pretends not to know Cody’s name, smug little grin, laugh and tut from Rampart. Oh these silly clones, acting like they’re actual people, with names and such. Lol!

Oh no, Cody isn’t here anymore, and isn’t it weird how these clones around you just keep on disappearing. (Like I don’t know exactly where this one just went)

But don’t worry, I’m still going to assign you work. And I won’t at all be trying to give you enough rope to hang yourself with, to see if you can be caught in the act of doing something you shouldn’t, or trying to get a good close look at how you what you do. Oh no, of course not!

Now go away.

And with Cody reported as being AWOL Rampart is free to deny that any action he partakes in has anything to do with him or any order he issued, and he won’t hesitate to Wilco him when he’s done in order to keep it all secret.

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Jesse

Part 2: How it Went

Jesse quickly gained knowledge and experience under Captain Rex’s command. Both things he knew his CO prized. Jesse fell in easily with the more established troops. It quickly felt like he had always belonged in the 501st. Hardcase was a close comrade. He was a bit loose in the head, but a solid soldier. He also quickly found himself regularly in the company of ARC Troopers Fives and Echo, both of whom Jesse had heard of. He was well aware of how both took part in protecting an outpost as mere training-fresh cadets. Them being ARC Troopers now gave him hope that one day, he’d be just like them.

“No way, our 501st induction story is lame compared to yours!” Fives said as they sat around a low campfire. The order had been given to hunker down for the evening, they’d continue their march towards the target zone in the morning.

“How can you compete with going up against Commando Droids and a giant Eel?!” Jesse replied, aghast.

“Well we’ve never had two Jedi Generals fight over us.” Echo replied matter-of-factly.

“What?” Replied Jesse, dumbly.

“Oh, he hasn’t heard.” Echo said, looking at Fives.

“Pity.” Fives replied, looking at Echo.

Jesse stared at them.

“Should we tell him?” Echo asked Fives.

“Might as well.” Fives shrugged.

“Okay, so the story goes that during the Cadet Selection process, Captain Rex and General Skywalker both honed in on you. They had you down on their list of possibles. But, so did General Kenobi and Commander Cody.” Fives explained.

Jesse was shocked. He thought back and remembered the pouty face General Kenobi had made.

“General Skywalker begged General Kenobi for you, since General Kenobi had chosen you first. It’s first come, first serve after all.” Echo added, Fives giving an agreeing nod.

“Anyways, rumor has it, General Skywalker traded numerous other good picks with General Kenobi in order to get you.”

Jesse was speechless. Almost.

“Wait, how do you two know this?” He asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Echo and Fives were known to prank other troopers, well Fives was known for it more than Echo. But Echo looked at Jesse in the most serious way.

“We know a lot.” He said. Jesse didn’t doubt them after that.

Jesse was given more responsibility over time. Rex would put him in charge of teams or missions. The Captain would come to place a lot of trust in the trooper. It was because of his hard work and reliability that he traded in his standard armor for ARC Trooper armor. But he also endured so much heartbreak. The deaths of Echo and Hardcase hit him hard. He was close to all of his brothers, but he had tighter relationships with some.

When Fives went crazy (or so the rumor was), Jesse couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it. He had so much faith that Fives would return home to them, escorted back by Captain Rex. That they’d get whatever was happening to him sorted, and things would be okay.

Jesse sat on his bunk in shock when the Captain had to break the news that Fives was gone. Rex looked tired, depressed. Jesse couldn’t imagine what he was feeling. He had handpicked Fives for the 501st, as he had with Echo as well. Now both promising soldiers were gone. Later, Jesse went to inform Captain Rex of a message from Commander Cody. He went to his CO’s private quarters. He heard soft crying on the other side of the door. He could give the message to General Skywalker.

Things began to perk up when a rumor circulated that Captain Rex and Clone Force 99 had retrieved Echo. Echo! They had thought he was dead! But he was alive! Horribly tortured and in need of a few meals, but alive! Jesse waited eagerly for Kix to finish his medical evaluation. Once he was cleared, Jesse spent hours bringing Echo up to speed on most things. He and Kix had agreed it was best to let the Captain tell him about Fives.

Jesse worked alongside General Kenobi, the Jedi who had wanted him for the 212 so badly. He was certainly different than General Skywalker, but Jesse found himself enjoying the leadership of this Jedi. Skywalker wasn’t bad, but sometimes the spontaneous nature of his strategies were too risky. Echo came through for them, using his new abilities to lure all the droids to a central location and deactivating them simultaneously. It was nice having him back.

Ahsoka returning was another welcomed surprise, even if she was no longer a Jedi. Jesse had stunned her so hard back in the day, now she encouraged him to try to stun her again.

“I need the practice. It’s been a while.”

They were on their way to Mandalore, to arrest Darth Maul.

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Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

Chapter 6

I checked the clock, it was 5 pm. Better get ready, I thought to myself. I exited the dungeon and took the elevator to my office. I washed my face to get rid of the blood from the day’s work. Torturing and getting information from Cody had been a bloody ordeal, but it wasn’t over yet. Phoenix had warned me to exercise caution while inflicting pain as keeping him alive would be useful when negotiating with Brody. So, the session had ended without getting much information. I had asked the doctors to patch him up and send a status report of his health and asked them to play the good cop to get any information out of him. I didn’t like to torture people, taking my anger out on them was different and causing pain for fun was different. I wasn’t sadistic, I did what needed to be done. I looked into my eyes in the reflection and wondered if she would look at me like a psychopath if she saw me like this, shirt drenched in sweat and blood, my face and beard dripping of coagulated redness, the wild anger in my eyes and the torture devices in my hands. I shook my head, she would understand why I did what I did, if she loved me enough.

I changed into the suit I had brought from home today morning. I combed and blow-dried my hair and beard, put on my favourite perfume and itched to grab my Ray Bans but decided to leave them at home for once. I looked at myself in the mirror, the insecurities creeped in- you aren’t good enough for her, you’ll only put her in danger by associating with her, you aren’t what she wants. I pushed them aside, steeled my nerves and headed out. I met Jake just outside my office.

(AN: This is how Roo is looking)

“Hey, could you take a quick run to the restaurant to ensure that everything is ready?”

“Yes sir, but don’t you need protection while going to pick Ms. Sharma up?”

“I think I can manage”, I smirked.

I was sitting in the car now. I was so confident when I left my office but now, I was staring at my hands in my lap. What was I going to say? How would I behave? What should I do? I was utterly confused. My head told me to just steel myself and go and ring the bell. I got out of the car and paced back and forth in front of her door. I hummed my dad’s favourite song ‘Balls of Fire’ absentmindedly as I worked up the courage to do something. I finally told myself- Fuck it! I’m done! - and I rang the bell. I stared at it, imagining her opening the door, planning what I would say.

As she cracked open the door just a bit, our eyes met. God, how I had missed seeing those warm doe-like eyes. She opened the door completely now and looked me up and down. I generally would have teased a girl by asking her if she was checking me out but I was so mesmerized by how she looked in that dress. She was taller than most girls but due to her round figure, she appeared petite. The dress hugged her breasts perfectly and put her legs on display. As she looked back into my eyes, I could see how the dress pushed her out of her comfort zone just by an inch such that she felt comfortable yet was not in her comfort zone. I sucked in a breath, shit how was I going to control myself the whole night. I stuck a hand out for her to hold, inviting to come out.

She gestured her goodbyes, closed the door and then hugged me. Let me rephrase how my mind said it to me, ‘AAAAAHHHHH SHE HUGGED MEEEE!!!!!!’, my mind was exploding at the contact, it felt like electricity was running through my skin and I was losing it. To steady myself, I wrapped my hand around her waist, rested my head on hers and inhaled her scent. I could smell her coconut shampoo and vanilla conditioner, or maybe it was the other way around. Regardless, she smelled like a Piña Colada, and I just wanted to savour her. She then looked back up into my eyes and all my fear vanished. She looked so gorgeous and she smiled at me. I think she herself didn’t realise that she was ‘cause she just kept looking into my eyes, unabashed. I cupped her soft, supple cheek. I wanted to bite them, they were just so round and squishy. She tiptoed up to kiss me. She pecked my lips, not knowing what exactly how to deepen the kiss. I think I was her first kiss, and I intended to make it a memorable one. I deepened the kiss, yet keeping it sweet enough to not overwhelm her. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes again, God why did her eyes have to have so much innocence. That innocence made me want to ruin her. I pushed the strand of hair that restricted my view of her eyes.

She asked me what magic had I cast on her, hell I didn’t know what she was doing to me. I told her that truthfully. She blushed, I loved that. I loved how she buried her head into my chest to hide her blush. She reminded me of our date and wiped the lipstick off my lips with her fingers. I wanted to bite those fingers and suck on them till she moaned my name. She then walked away from me. How could one girl be so frustrating yet turn me on at the same time. I sighed and followed her to our ride. I liked saying that, I liked it even when it was ‘our’ date. There was just something so pleasing about making everything ‘ours’. I saw her leaning against the car, arms wrapped around herself and her eyes zoned out, as if she was deep in thought.

I came close to her and whispered in her ears, “Come on, love. We have a dinner to go to.” She blushed and simply nodded in response.

I unlocked the car and it beeped. She immediately opened the car door and sat down in her seat. I smiled at her shyness. Fuck, I loved her. Wait, did I love her? Was it too early for that? I don’t know. But I liked saying that I loved her. I shook my head and sat down in the car. As I started the car and we began to drive I noticed that she had already worn her seat belt and was looking out in awe of the beauty of the city. She leaned her head on the window and smiled as the raindrops raced down the window. I liked how childish she could be yet she looked so mature and sophisticated. I took one of her hands and brought it to my lips. Her snapped in my direction and I kissed it and began tracing circles on her palm with my thumb. I focused back on driving as the traffic lights changed colour. I continued to hold her hand and used that to change the gears. She smiled again and then looked back at the city.

We reached the restaurant as a valet approached our car to park it. I got out, tossed him the keys and moved to open her door. He opened the door before I could and offered her a hand to help her. She politely thanked him as I stared daggers at him. Who the heck does he think he is to help MY date?! She gently touched my arm to calm me down.

She whispered, “C’mon Bradley, let’s go.”

“How dare he do anything! I should have done it!”

“Baby, I too wanted you to do it for me. But you can do a lot more than he ever could. Do all of that to me.” She looked at me through her lashes and pouted. Dirty talk sounded so funny coming from her mouth.

I tried to keep myself from laughing but I ended up laughing anyways. She gave me her equivalent of a straight lip emoji. It made me laugh even more. She started giggling too. Her laugh was so pretty. I wanted to hear that sound for the rest of my life. I offered her my arm as she held onto it and we entered the restaurant.

“Table for two? Reserved under the name Bradshaw. My bodyguard must have come earlier to confirm all the arrangements?” I asked the attendant at the front desk.

“Yes Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw. This way please.” I grinned down at Aditi as he said my surname along with hers. I somehow liked how her first name and my last one sounded together. Aditi Bradshaw. It had a nice ring to it. She too smiled at me as we understood each other.

“Please sit here. I’ll send the waiter with a menu and refreshments.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

As she left, Aditi poked my arm. “Bradley, is Jake around?”

My heart felt strange. Why would she ask about Jake? “Um, yeah. He’s right there.” I pointed towards him as he gave me a small nod.

“Do you think he can get a break tonight?”

Did she want him to join us? Maybe she liked him more? Jealousy filled my head. Despite that I answered truthfully. “Yeah, but how does it matter to us?”

“Could you send him back to my apartment and give him his break?”

“Did you forget something?”, I asked, curiously.

“No, my friend likes him. Maybe he can spend the night over there and I can spend it over at yours? It is Sunday tomorrow, after all. I don’t want to impose on him and you. Please ask him to go only if he’s interested. And the same applies to you.”

“Baby girl”, I said as I cupped her cheek, “You can spend the night at my place anytime. You could never impose. And as for him, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

I called for Jake as she looked up at him. “Hi Jake, would you be interested in spending the night with Elani? I know it’s nothing glamourous but, you guys could spend the night in, watching a movie or something.”

“I would love to, ma’am.” He blushed as he said that.

“Please call me Aditi. And if so, you can take a break and head over. Give her a surprise.” She winked as she said that last sentence. I chuckled as she winked not so subtly. She reminded me of an Anime character at that point.

“Thank you so much, ma- er- Aditi! I’ll be sure to make her happy.” He grinned as he bent his head and left the premises.

“That was sweet of you.” I was in awe of how thoughtful she could be. I hoped I would be on the receiving end of that spectrum sometime in the future.

“Let’s order, hun?” I questioned her as the waiter approached with the menus. She just nodded in response.

We ended up ordering some simple yet delicious dishes and a bottle of my favourite wine. I should say I did the ordering mostly because she was on her phone most of the time, her jaw on the floor as she calculated the prices. I tried to reassure her that the prices would not matter and she should order whatever she liked but she was still confused due to the very fancy dish names. I just smiled at her oblivious nature and ordered something I thought she would enjoy. I had researched on her more Indian palette and had accordingly chosen a restaurant which could have more flavourful food and chosen dishes which were spicier and richer.

We talked as we ate, mostly talking about her. I was concerned that if I revealed too much about myself, she would not want to see me anymore because of my mafia job. But I still shared about my childhood. I learnt how she was from India and had come here for her Master’s in Psychology. I told her about my community college and martial arts training. Then we discussed vacations, I reminisced about my summers spent with my Uncle Maverick or as my dad called him- Pete. She told me about her summers spent in her aunt’s house, visiting beaches and her love for them. She then made the mistake asking about my parents.

“I don’t talk about them”, I said bluntly.

“Ok”, she simply conceded. That shocked me. Most people would press on till I lost my temper and screamed at them. She was different. Perhaps it was the empath in her or her psychology skills which sensed the pain in me, but regardless she didn’t want to make me uncomfortable. At that moment I had the profound realisation.

She continued talking about her parents and how both of them were doctors and how her dad was hard working and she idolized him and his work ethic. She had done a brilliant work of changing the topic as she told me more about herself. When she had asked about my work, I had told her that I was the CEO of a huge organisation, but due to company policy, I couldn’t tell her which one. To tell her, I would have to make her sign an NDA etc. That was my lie. I couldn’t bear to lose her if she suddenly knew the truth as began to hate me. I couldn’t bear the thought of the fear in her eyes as I dripped in blood, like I had this afternoon after a torture session. I shook my head, forcing myself to pay attention to her voice.

“Hey”, she touched my shoulder, “Do you wanna get out of here? We’re done with our dinner anyways.” She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled at me.

“Where do you wanna go to?” I asked her, curious now.

“That depends on the fact if your apartment has a roof”, she smirked.

This was becoming increasingly interesting. “It does because it’s not an apartment. It’s a condo.”

She hummed in response, deep in thought. “Alright let’s go then!” She got up and gabbed her purse. She then took my hand and led me outside.

We reached the entrance and she asked for the car from my valet as I hurriedly paid the bill. She was making me excited for some reason like I was a kid going to my favourite toy shop. As we sat in the car and drove off, I knew I was safe with her. She wouldn’t hurt me, take advantage of me or hate me. But, still wanted to keep her in blissful ignorance of my reality.

Chapter 5

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swhurtcomfort · 2 years

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Can you make a part two to "Obi-Wan rescues Anakin after months of torture and cleans him up and cares for him while they wait for a medevac" where Anakin recovers from the lasting effects?

(thanks, anon! sequel to [this])

Obi-Wan’s heart didn’t stop pounding until the evac landed behind the safehouse. Two medics and two ground troopers met Obi-Wan at the door.

It was much easier to rouse Anakin this time. Hopefully that meant the sedative was clearing out of his system. Anakin nodded in recognition at the soldiers, but didn’t make any other effort to communicate except to moan in pain as they loaded him onto a gurney.

Obi-Wan watched the medic buckle the safety straps across Anakin’s chest and just above his knees.

“He might prefer to lie on his side,” he said breathlessly, thinking of the awful wounds crisscrossing Anakin’s back. Anakin groaned in agreement.

“Once we jump to hyperspace, we can reposition him.” the medic promised, already moving towards the exit and not looking up from his work. “Vitals are okay for now, heart rate 126, normal rhythm, B.P. 190 over 110 and coming down, temp is 99.9,” he said to his partner.

Anakin started to calm down once they were in the air. Obi-Wan typed a short update to Cody, then a more informal one to Ahsoka.

A trooper took the seat next to Obi-Wan’s and quizzed him about everything that had happened in the eight hours they spent waiting at the safehouse. “You said you think he was drugged, sir?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “There are needle marks, and he was barely lucid when I found him. Sedated, I think.”

“Tox screen,” one of the medics mumbled to the other, who nodded and immediately started tying a tourniquet around Anakin’s flesh arm and searching for a vein there. “Just a quick pinch, General Skywalker,” he said. He drew blood, then used the same line to start a bag of IV fluids.

“Can I roll on my side now?”

“Yes, let us help, sir.”

Anakin couldn’t hold back the pained noises as the medics repositioned him.

“I’m sorry we can’t give you any relief, sir,” the medic explained. “Can’t go mixing painkillers with an unknown dose of mystery sedative.”

The trooper who was interviewing Obi-Wan continued, “And he tolerated a bit of food and water?”

“On the second attempt, yes,” Obi-Wan confirmed. “I’m afraid initially, I didn’t consider that a meal pack would be too much of a shock to his system, and it came back up. A while after that, he was able to keep some pureed fruit down.”

From behind the trooper, one of the medics piped up “I’m glad, General, but he really shouldn’t be taking anything by mouth until we have an electrolyte panel back. Skywalker was a healthy weight before this, so just going off the look of things I’d say he’s a refeeding risk.”

Anakin grimaced at the reference to his appearance, while Obi-Wan swallowed a pang of guilt. Anakin had been so desperate and so obviously starving, Obi-Wan had failed to consider that giving him food could be dangerous.

“Hear that, Patch?” the medic asked.

“Check electrolytes and serum glucose; on it, vod.”

Anakin remained stable and awake as they zipped through hyperspace. Obi-Wan sat beside him in silence, one hand resting on the side of the gurney. His commlink chirped.

“Anakin,” said Obi-Wan gently, waiting for Anakin to turn his head in response. “I let Ahsoka know that you’re alright. She asked if you could comm.”

Anakin’s face fell.

“I should,” he mumbled.

“You can say no,” Obi-Wan assured him. Anakin looked relieved. The separation and uncertainty had been grueling on Ahsoka, but certainly Anakin had suffered more. If he didn’t want to talk about it while tired and in pain, Obi-Wan couldn’t fault him.

“Would you mind if I stepped out to speak with her?” he asked. Anakin shook his head.

***

The clone medics turned over care to the Jedi Healers on Coruscant, and the whole process of examinations and tests started anew.

While Anakin was being transported straight to the Halls, Obi-Wan met Ahsoka in the hangar bay. She rocketed into his arms, gripping Obi-Wan tight.

“It’s alright, Padawan. He’s home. We’ve got him.”

Ahsoka squeezed Obi-Wan tighter. They made their way to the Halls and waited together, but when a healer appeared, she invited only Obi-Wan to follow her.

The healers’ recommendations were much as expected: short bacta soaks and oral antibiotics for the mess of wounds on his back, careful monitoring and bloodwork as they reintroduced small amounts of food, an evaluation by a mind-healer.

Anakin was looking much more relaxed now that he had completed his first round of bacta treatment and finally been administered some pain relief. Obi-Wan leaned over him to gently touch his cheek. Anakin smiled as he reached up for the hand, taking it into his own and resting both on his chest. He then promptly fell asleep.

Anakin was in lower spirits in the morning. He asked for a mirror, and then seemed even more upset when this request was granted.

Obi-Wan knew that Ahsoka was still waiting to see him, but he didn’t bring it up yet. First, he procured a basin and supplies and set to work easing the knots and tangles from Anakin’s woefully neglected hair. Anakin was uncharacteristically silent, only flinching when a few particularly stubborn mats had to be snipped away. Obi-Wan almost teased him, given that his former padawan had always been just a little bit vain about his hair, but he refrained. They were able to save most of it, which was impressive, all things considered.

After Anakin had a chance to use the shave kit as well, he was looking much less haggard.

Anakin cleared his throat. “You said Ahsoka helped find me?” he rasped.

Obi-Wan nodded. “She did. It was her idea to breach the facility through the fuel delivery bay. She wanted to be the one to extract you, but I thought it would be better if I went.”

Anakin nodded.

“She’s been waiting down the hall–”

“I’m not…I’m not ready,” Anakin stumbled, averting his gaze. “Not yet.”

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows in concern, but did not comment.

Obi-Wan didn’t technically request leave from the Council, but it went without saying. Over the next several days, about half the times Obi-Wan arrived at the Halls of Healing, he was told that Anakin wasn’t feeling up to visitors. When he wasn’t turned away at the door, he would sit by Anakin’s bedside, but there wasn’t much conversation.

Obi-Wan had grown to expect a certain amount of griping from a recuperating Anakin – complaining about the healer’s demands, about wanting his own bed, or about dietitian-prescribed meals, but this time there was none. He didn’t speak much, except at night when he mumbled incoherently through restless dreams. And he still wouldn’t see any visitors other than Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan made excuses to Ahsoka. Anakin was tired, he was groggy or nauseous from the medication, he hadn’t slept well. Often, the excuses were true, but it didn’t make things less awkward.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke up one evening as he was getting ready to depart. “Perhaps–at least a conversation over holo would–”

The words died on his lips with the pleading look Anakin gave him.

***

The long-term plan the healers proposed was unsurprising too: weekly weigh-ins until Anakin was back to his previous weight, six more sessions with the mind-healer, gentle katas and exercise under a healer’s supervision until they were confident that the neither excess scar tissue nor weakened muscles were likely to cause further injury.

A droid removed Anakin’s IV and monitors. Obi-Wan helped him pack up the belongings that had accumulated in his room; Obi-Wan and Ahsoka’s attempts to make him feel more comfortable in the Halls surrounded by blankets, mugs, and other familiar items from home.

Seeing him dressed in full Jedi attire again calmed some of the feelings that sometimes felt like they were restricting Obi-Wan’s windpipe. It began to sink in that Anakin was truly safe. He no longer looked so malnourished, and several bacta treatments had closed his wounds and jumpstarted the physical healing process.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan tried again, but he faltered.

For a moment, Obi-Wan wondered whether he would ask to stay in Obi-Wan’s quarters rather than the suite he shared with Ahsoka, to continue hiding from the world.

Anakin cleared his throat.

“I want…I wanted to be better. Before she saw me.”

Obi-Wan put down the blankets and paused carefully before he said, “Anakin, you were a prisoner of war for several months. No one expects you to be alright just like that.”

“They’re not…they’re not all fresh scars, Master,” Anakin mumbled cryptically.

The long, thin scars across Anakin’s back were not all new. Obi-Wan knew that much. He hummed.

“I just keep thinking, round and round my head…she deserves better. It wasn’t fair, what this whole thing must have put her through.”

“All padawans who grow up in wartime deserve better,” said Obi-Wan. “Yourself included.”

After a pause, he added, “And she needs you. Your healing came first–she’s alright, and I’ve tried to be there as much as I can, especially while you were missing–but she needs her master.”

Without sharing the exact reason, Obi-Wan made sure that Anakin was discharged while Ahsoka was in class so that he would have a bit of time to settle before he had to confront her.

The outer door mechanism clicked, and Anakin suddenly shot Obi-Wan a look of panic.

“She doesn’t need you to be okay all of the time. She just needs you to be there,” said Obi-Wan quietly from where he stood in the corner of the living area.

Ahsoka was fidgeting with the shoulder strap of her school bag when she entered.

“Hey, Skyguy,” she said nervously.

“Hey,” Anakin choked.

“How about both of you sit down,” Obi-Wan suggested gently. It was only partially because Anakin had turned pale. He slipped into the kitchen to put on a kettle. From the doorway behind him, he heard muted conversation that eventually devolved into sniffling. When he heard two peals of nervous laughter, Obi-Wan set down the tea and allowed himself a sigh of relief.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #whump #hurt anakin #star wars fanfic #tcw era #mentions of past torture/torture aftermath #medical

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milfmisspiggy · 2 years

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love to think about (read here: torture myself) with the knowledge that at one point the rebels team was thinking about having cody be in the show, summoned by thrawn for information on rex and the rebels. cody, still chipped 15 plus years later. now that'll make a guy (me) crazy. idk what they would have done with that--

(i would not be surprised if they would be so cruel as to have him cameo in an episode and then just. never address it or anything because lucasfilms et al is so horrible to my beloved guy and i hold no faith that they would have done anything for him, whether it was rex and the spectres saving him from the empire and FINALLY i get the rebel cody i think about 6 to 8 times a day or cody as a recurring antagonist to really fuck with rex or cody dying still chipped, tragically, or even like cody dying, his mind his own again and taking out a bunch of imperials, thinking no one is left out there to care about him so he figures well. i should fuck these guys up on the way out at least, etc etc etc. im not asking for a "fix-it." i just want cody to be an Actual Character to these writers. fit him into the narrative. he matters too)

--BUT i love to (torture myself and) think about old man cody and old man rex. turn them around in my head like a microwave. cody has a full head of gray curls and Does make fun of rex for being bald. they talk about their brothers. about kenobi. skywalker. cody finds out he missed ahsoka by only a few months. they hang out with the ghost crew. cody and wolffe reunion??? cody there when ezra goes to tatooine and then ezra comes back and squashes the little bit of hope he had just given cody???? yea. yea. torture agony suffering et al. we could have had it all methinks

#and dont tell me oh the b*d b*tch is gonna do that stuff because ill bite your jugular in two.#star wars #commander cody #captain rex #rex and cody #star wars rebels #cj.txt

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canonskyrissian · 1 year

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@idontthinkiknow it's the last installment of my role swap au series (read the first two here)

so basically luke and leia are role swapped so luke is a prince and leia is a farm girl/jedi but I also swapped han and lando's roles for skyrissian purposes lmao and also ahsoka has obi-wan's role (and that's what you missed on glee!)

now, rotj role swap. I had plans to have it written for the 40th anniversary of rotj but that's not gonna happen lol. I'm gonna start properly writing it in june

but yeah, it starts with leia, lando, ahsoka, han, and chewie getting ready to rescue luke from emperor's palace where vader took him after the events in cloud city (luke got put in carbonite rip he's a true damsel in distress)

also vader has been torturing luke for information and this is when he finds out that luke is his son and understandably is super conflicted. doesn't tell skeevy sheevy about it though

so then we get the "who are you?" "someone who loves you" with lando and luke while leia is distracting vader and skeevy sheevy (flipping them off like carrie would've wanted)

I've planned that the final battle takes place in naboo, kinda book-ending with prequels. leia and ahsoka go pick up obi-wan, cody, and rex from ahch-to to help out

they also meet padmé's handmaidens, saché and yané first but also the rest

leia is gonna be super brutal with vader and skeevy sheevy, verbally especially. she's gonna tear them both a new one. they're not gonna know what hit them

I'm gonna keep most of the ending under wraps for now but they're gonna have a party on naboo. more subdued than what it is in tpm, but still. it's gonna be so soft with our leads 💕

ask me about my wips

#replies #idontthinkiknow #fic asks #role swap au #my fics

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bylightofdawn · 11 months

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I am enjoying putting Cody through the emotional wringer so much in this fic. He's struggling with the dichotomy of the person he has in his mind as this cold and vicious traitor versus suddenly remembering he'd actually been an excellent sergeant and an ori'vod to shinies who'd come in greener than hell.

So it's kinda tearing himself into two parts over remembering this and feeling more betrayed by what he'd done but also a sort of reluctant compassion and fear that if he forgives even a little bit, it is a betrayal to the brothers who were hurt or killed by his actions.

I am a slight Slick apologist in that I think he really did believe what he was doing was for the greater good. And that he just wanted to end the war to save as many lives as he could but I also think that's kinda bullshit and he still did betray the people he claims he was trying to protect. Soooooo yeah. He is SUCH a fascinating character, I'm so upset they did literally nothing with him.

Uh context, I headcanon Slick and Dogma ended up in the same prison and Slick kinda reluctantly took him under his wing.

“Can I ask you? About Dogma? What happened to him?”

“What, you suddenly care?” The waspish response was halfway expected.

“Of course, I care. He was a good kid, tortured in a lot of ways but he did what he thought was right to protect his brothers.”

“It’s ironic you’re willing to give him a pass for using the exact same reasons I was giving you all those years ago, but you shut me out and threw me to the wolves.”

“He didn’t get his brothers killed or wounded. He made an impulsive and impossible choice in a terrible situation.”

Slick just scoffed and stalled as long as he could by taking a long and measured sip of his caf.

“I tried my damnedest to hate the little vaar'ika I didn’t want to risk getting close to another brother after everything that happened. But he was so stupid and naïve they were going to eat him alive and spit out the bones. I couldn’t just stand around and let that happen in front of me.” Slick admitted softly. “He didn’t know when to shut his mouth and when to pick his fights.”

There was an unmistakable fondness in the other clone’s voice despite him listing a laundry list of Dogma’s more intolerable traits.

Though he was loath to admit it even in the privacy of his own thoughts, Cody remember how the sergeant had been a good ori’vod to the freshest of shinies. Those so green they hadn’t even earned their battalion paint, and he’d always seemed to find some extra time to help them out, teaching them valuable tactics and information that often got overlooked or glossed over too quickly in training.

How to keep your head on your shoulders when the Seps were raining mortars down on your head. How to keep pushing forward even though your first instinct was to find cover. Or how to throw a droid popper to maximum efficiency. Little things that had helped keep the shinies alive long enough to learn the ropes so they didn’t just become meat for the meat grinder.

He was uncomfortable in remembering how many times he’d simply sat with a group of clearly shell-shocked recruits and talked them down from the precipice.

No, it had been so much easier to forget those parts of the man in favor of the negatives. Even now, the sting of betrayal was a dagger to the heart.

“But you loved him anyway.” Cody finally stated as neutrally as he could.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Slick grimace ever so slightly.

“I did. The little brat grew on me like a fungus I guess. And…it was nice to not be completely alone in there.”

Something akin to guild churned in Cody’s chest. The urge to say ‘I’m sorry’ hung on the tip of his tongue because he understood that sense of isolation now. How foreign and unnerving it was to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces when you’re used to the comfort of having your brothers around you. But he couldn’t bring himself to say that, couldn’t bring himself to forgive the man.

“You keep using past tense. What happened to him, Slick?”

#el writes #commander cody #clone trooper slick #they are making so much progress and then they go for each other's throats #great communication skills being displayed here

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nimata-beroya · 1 year

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My new TBB theories

I've been thinking since the premiere, and some of my predictions for this season have turned out to be false. When I made those guesses, I was counting on the footage we saw in the trailers was from the entire season. Now that I know that's probably not true (most likely it's only about the first half of the season) and with what has happened in the first episodes (plus seeing different theories by the fandom), I'm forming a new theory or 2 on my own.

It started having just Crosshair in mind, but now it could be Cody instead. I know some fans are worried that Rampart lied to Crosshair, that Cody didn't go AWOL; it's just that Rampart executed him. I don't believe that at all, even if the new Imperial governor of Desix reported him for not following orders. It'd be the worst decision to kill off a fan favorite like Cody off-screen. Doing that onscreen, that it is possible, but not off-screen. I mean, Wilco got killed onscreen, and Cody didn't? Seriously? That makes any sense? No. So, chill, people, chill.

That's not me saying you shouldn't worry about Cody. I don't think he's dead, but Rampart might've arrested him for not following orders. It'd make more sense than killing him. I mean, I considered the place they are and who Cody is. Wilco was just (Not just, but you know what I mean) a captain stationed in a backwater planet, killed with little to no witnesses. Cody is in Coruscant AND he's a kriffing Marshall Commander. I'm not saying Rampart couldn't have done it, but it would be more complicated. More datawork for him to do afterward sort of speak. Datawork that brings attention to him that he doesn't want at the moment, I might add.

Besides, Rampart might think that Cody is another source of info to find the batch. Think about it. Cody requested to work with Crosshair first thing after he was medically cleared. Rampart must know Cody worked with the batch several times in the past. So, if Crosshair is helping the batch (or that's what Rampart thinks) he might use Cody to set up a trap, for Crosshair? For the batch? This theory by @feltpool is dark and put Cody actually "willingly" following orders from Rampart. It's interesting, but I don't think Cody would rat Crosshair out in the end (maybe that's why he got arrested). Not to mention that after watching the last scene with Crosshair asking about Cody and Rampart pretending not to know Cody's name just to gauge Crosshair's reaction (because that's why he did it), I'm pretty sure that it's both a way to psychologically torture Crosshair and exert control over him, and see What Crosshair does.

Because Rampart is well aware that the batch is a thorn in his side, one that needs to take out soon before they pop up again, and Tarkin finds out Rampart karked things up. If Rampart truly believes that Crosshair has anything to do with deserting clones (because it's not only CF99 being alive and possibly Cody defecting, it's also Howzer and half of his unit. Remember them? There IS a pattern), I'm sure he wants to wipe them all out in just one strike.

So, Cody's hypothetical arrest could be what urges the batch to go to Coruscant. Before the season started, I thought they'd go on the season finale. Now, I believe it could be by the mid-season.

Picture this: Rex contacts the batch for a job (as seen on the trailer), because he has heard about clones going AWOL, and he wants to find them. So they need to access information, but they only can do that directly from the source, so they go to the ship/facility/whatever and among the info they gather is Cody's location. So, they'll try to break him and other clones out.

Which brings me to the second theory (it's not mine, but I like it a lot) that all those deserting clones, including the batch of course, will do an uprising. I'm thinking that we could see the inception of it on the season finale. I mean, episode 2×15 is called "The Gathering". It could mean all the free clones coming together to execute "Plan 99", which is the title of 2×16. At first, I thought Plan 99 was a rescue plan, as in (finally) rescuing Crosshair (which still could be). But it could also mean Revolution.

Most likely, I'll be wrong about this (like I've been before; my initial predictions for the season are the proof of it), but maybe I get right one or 2 things. Maybe I'm not so off after all.

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ihathbenobiwankenobied · 1 year

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the shared tent

Part three of 212th Medic Skull Has Had Enough

Summary:

“Did you see Cody?” Skull’s head snapped up from where he had been reading through the list of incoming casualties waiting for treatment.

Cody certainly was not one of them. Skull checked the list again with a glance.

“No?” Skull asked questioningly and set the datapad down on one of the empty medical cots that had been set up at basecamp. While only a few had been filled the day before, the most recent wave of separatist attacks had left at least forty troopers injured. Skull’s head was already spinning after two hours of tending to the most serious ailments after triage; he couldn’t even remember the name of the force-forsaken planet they were fighting on at this point.

“He’s limping, Skully. Saw him trying to hide it when he walked by here earlier.” Oxy threw his thumb over his shoulder at the opening of the tent.

Perfect.

(Or, another follow-up to Skull's infamous run-in with the 212th's newest secret couple. This time, Skull finds an injured Cody in Obi-Wan's tent.)

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“Did you see Cody?” Skull’s head snapped up from where he had been reading through the list of incoming casualties waiting for treatment.

Cody certainly was not one of them. Skull checked the list again with a glance.

“He’s limping, Skully. Saw him trying to hide it when he walked by here earlier.” Oxy threw his thumb over his shoulder at the opening of the tent.

Perfect.

Skull had only seen Cody for treatment once, and that was even months before the war. The only reason the stubborn Commander had even come to him was to avoid letting the Kaminoans treat him for what he referred to as a small laceration on the forehead.

Small laceration, it was not.

Since then, Cody had seemingly become an expert at avoiding injuries. He was a skilled fighter, Skull was smart enough to know that, but having a Jedi in arms reach most of the time was likely a factor as well, especially given Cody’s status with their particular Jedi.

“And you didn’t stop him?” Skull asked, tucking the datapad under his arm, and pulling on a fresh set of medical gloves as he prepared for his next patient whose shoulder needed a few stitches. He raised his eyebrow at Oxy as he motioned for him to follow.

“I would have, but he gave me– you know– a look.” Oxy said from behind him, arms filled with several cases of medical supplies.

Skull scoffed at him.

“He looked at you? No wonder they made you a medic; scared of a little eye-contact?” Skull said as he approached the injured trooper laying on his side on a bloody medical cot.

“No– you know just as well as I do he wouldn’t come here even if I asked him nicely.” Oxy said dramatically as he let the cases fall to the floor with a resounding thud. The trooper on the bed groaned.

“Well, maybe if you asked he wouldn’t.” Skull said, opening the first case and quickly pulled out a set of sterilized needles. “Go find him and tell him Skull wants to see him.” At that, Oxy snorted.

“Really?” He asked.

“Really.”

Oxy looked at Skull blankly, almost waiting for permission to ignore the request, as the medic opened a container of topical numbing bacta. Skull nodded at him once, a self-satisfied smile on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll try to get him here.” Oxy groaned.

Twenty minutes later, Oxy returned– with no Commander in tow. Skull was not surprised, it was certainly a longshot to expect the stubborn Commander to listen.

Skull eyed the list of troopers who remained to be treated and checked the time.

1900, and seven troopers left to go. He sighed, and got back to work.

He spent the next two hours pressing bacta patches over superficial blaster wounds, treating minor burns from the hot sand, and administering hypos left and right, until finally, things seemed somewhat under control.

Stepping into the enclosed medical supply shipping container that had been left with them on the planet’s surface, Skull found Oxy searching through a medical case. He looked up when Skull grunted loudly.

“No luck with the Commander earlier?” He asked, stripping his used gloves off and disposing of them before grabbing his helmet where he had placed it on a shelf earlier that morning.

“Did you really think I would? He told me he was fine. He said he would rest– like I believe that.” Oxy said with a shrug and an eyeroll.

“Fine my ass.” Skull said, placing his bucket over his head, “Was he still limping?”

“Wouldn’t get up. Said he was busy doing paperwork. We all know Cody pawns that off on Waxer.” Oxy said with a chuckle, but Skull didn’t find it quite as funny.

If Cody wasn’t willing to even get up and prove his medical innocence, it had to be at least painful enough for it to show when he stood. The thought did little to ease Skull's whirring mind.

“Keep watch for me,” Skull said, slapping Oxy’s shoulder and pulling his field-medicine bag from where he had deposited it on the shelf next to his bucket, “I’m going to find him myself and see what exactly the problem is. My comlink is on if you need me.”

With that, Skull walked– more like marched with purpose– out of the supply container and through the exit of the medical tent. He had little patience to wait any longer to get Cody– and his little pride situation– resolved.

Darkness was slowly encompassing the planet as the last of the daylight slowly disappeared into a vibrant green sunset. Skull checked the time on his comlink and swore under his breath.

2100, almost nightfall.

He wanted to catch the Commander before he went to sleep– he was always known to be up at some unholy hour in the morning, and Skull wasn’t about to be the one to cross a sleep-deprived and injured Cody first thing in the morning after disrupting his sleep the night before.

Picking up speed, Skull headed briskly towards the few smaller tents that typically belonged to high ranking clones and the Jedi. Cody’s telltale orange and black trunk was situated outside of one of the tents, though it was covered in blown sand as if it hadn’t been opened since his return from basecamp.

Skull approached the outside of the tent, almost reaching up to knock before realizing there was nowhere to knock. “Uh–” He started, “Cody– you in there?”

No response, just the distant babble of troopers rallying around a fire.

“Cody?” He asked again louder, ear facing the doors of the tent to see if he could hear any movement inside. If Cody was ignoring him, he was doing a damn good job of pretending to be asleep. Skull called out once more, just slightly louder, before deciding to kriff it all and just barge in through the flaps.

Inside the tent, there was nothing– not even a bedroll or lantern.

All that sat inside the tent was a folded blanket tucked in the corner, a couple of ration bars, and a few full bottles of water.

Skull blinked at the scene, eyebrows raised in confusion, before it all of the sudden dawned on him.

Kenobi.

How could he have forgotten so soon? It had been only a few weeks since his last intervention in the shared “Ken-Cody” quarters as he and Oxy had so brilliantly named Cody’s apartment on the Negotiator. Perhaps Skull had figured the two of them would have a little more sense to keep their secret relationship a secret when they were out on a mission with hundreds of troopers.

For two highly intelligent beings, Skull was surprised at how careless they could be.

With a sigh, he turned to glance over the remaining small tents, trying to pick out the General’s from the rest of the crowd. He immediately noticed one had a pair of tall dark boots outside of them, neatly placed beside each other upside down on a rack, likely to try and knock the sand out of them. On the ground, a small topical leather treatment sat in a closed tub.

It seemed Kenobi-like– concerned about keeping his old boots in good condition, even in the middle of the desert.

He approached the tent, once again whispering out, “Cody– you in there?”

He held his breath, and this time heard a little squeak of a cot and a small sniffle and a feeble groan. He waited a moment, then another, and then opened his mouth to say something again, “Co–”

Before he could finish his sentence, the flap of the tent was pulled aside to reveal the General.

What an unlikely surprise.

Kenobi looked… exhausted, to say the least. His hair was disheveled, the long locks recklessly pushed back onto the top of his head. His eyes had dark bags underneath them, though that was relatively typical for him, and the white skin of his chest was exposed to the air, yet again. Unusually, he wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses that had been hastily thrown onto the bridge of his nose.

Skull did not remember reading anything about glasses in his medical file, yet they seemed well-worn, like he had owned them for years. Skull decided that was a question for later, and blinked back into reality.

“Skull? Were you looking for Cody?” Obi-Wan’s voice rose just above a whisper, and even in the minimal light left of the day, Skull could see that the tops of his cheeks were dusted with red. The general rubbed at his eyes with the pads of his fingers for a moment.

“Yes, Sir– is he here?” Skull asked, peeking past Kenobi and into the tent.

“He is– we were just doing an evening debrief.” Kenobi smiled and cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’m sure you’re here to see about his leg?” He asked, words trailing off as he finished them. No, Skull thought, you were certainly not running a debrief.

“Yes– supposedly he’s been limping. I’m assuming you knew about this? Why didn’t you tell him to come to me?” Skull said and kept his voice low, but he hissed the words out hoping Kenobi would read the room.

“He’s exhausted– I– I figured I could… try to heal it myself… while he was here.” Obi-Wan added after a momentary pause, not wanting to be caught in a dumb little lie. The General fully stepped out from the tent and closed the flap behind him.

“You what?” Skull tried to suppress his shock, but his choked voice rose an octave unintentionally.

What the kriff was he talking about? Skull could not imagine that a fracture or sprain could be healed in one night. What was Kenobi thinking?

The General seemed to sense his confusion and stared at the ground for a moment once before looking up. “I’m sorry– it’s the Force, Skull. Jedi can often use the Force as a tool to mend flesh and broken bones. I have done it once, though that was years ago now.”

Skull stood silently for a moment, mind processing the concept in real time. He had never heard of something so– well, out of touch.

“So what am I even doing in the GAR, if all you Jedi can heal people just-like-that?” He shook his head and adjusted his medical bag in his hands. The General reached out, an empathetic look on his face as he smiled apologetically.

“Apologies– I didn’t mean to offend. Not all Jedi have this capability, most do not, in-fact. Other Jedi have limited ability– such as myself– but it is draining.” Obi-Wan wrung his hands together, “Cody was tired,” He repeated wearily, “I just wanted to take the edge off– I assure you he would have been delivered to you first thing in the morning.”

Skull believed him, the General was not known to tell unnecessary lies, but he was disheartened by the idea of this… Jedi-healing.

“What makes it draining?” He asked, once again shifting his medical bag in his arms. If Force-healing was draining, that would certainly explain the way Kenobi swayed in the night breeze, eyes almost shutting between sentences.

“The healing?” The General asked. Skull nodded, “It is Force-exhaustive.” Kenobi continued.

Force-exhaustion.

The word felt heavy in his brain as he remembered a seminar on Kamino where he and the other medic trainees had been taught about the nuances of the Jedi, how the Force intertwined with their physical bodies and minds. He remembered Force-exhaustion– loss of connection to the force, incapacitation, acute illness.

“Then you shouldn’t be attempting it– this is a war, General, I am a medic for a reason.”

Obi-Wan looked taken-aback for a moment, but he straightened himself and nodded. “I will not attempt it again.” He said, swallowing harshly again, “It hardly worked anyhow.” Kenobi looked disheartened, then completely void of energy all at the same moment. Skull could see it more clearly now– his energy level was low and dwindling more the longer he stood.

“Thank you– now, please let me take a look at him, Sir. And you need to sit.” He demanded as he caught Obi-Wan’s arm while he wavered on his feet for a moment.

Once he had regained his bearings, Kenobi clung to the edge of the tent and stepped back inside to hold the flap open. Skull ducked down in front of him and squinted his eyes into the sudden brightness of a small lantern sitting in the corner of the room.

In the other corner, there was a cot. On top of it, Cody laid on his back with his eyes closed underneath two blankets. He wore his blacks, and unlike Obi-Wan’s boots, his were thrown unceremoniously by the end of the bed along with a pile of his scraped and scuffed armor.

“Is he asleep?” Skull asked, whispering as he gently placed his medical kit on the sand.

“Yes, he will wake soon– he is quite a light sleeper.” The General looked like immediately regretted his choice to share that piece of information, cheeks burning red still and his smile fading into a grimace.

That is information I did not need to know, Skull thought similarly. Though– it would be fantastic ammo for a later conversation with the aforementioned Commander.

Skull sat on the edge of the bed, pulling aside the blankets to find Cody in just his briefs. Skull certainly would have joked about the lack of clothing again if the Commander were awake, but instead, his eyes traced over the damage on his right leg.

A long string of purpling bruises mixed with red lumps surrounded his knee and curled down toward his ankle and upward onto the side of his thigh. It looked painful, and almost felt hot to the touch when Skull ran his fingers over the decidedly swollen flesh. “Did he tell you what happened, Sir?”

“He jumped into a ravine– he was blocked in by six clankers, and I suppose there wasn’t another way out.” Obi-Wan shook his head, clearly displeased at the sight of Cody’s leg. Displeased might not even be a strong enough word– worried, Kenobi looked worried.

“How did it look before?” Skull asked calmly, trying not to let himself look overly concerned; no sense in worrying the General more than he already was.

Skull reached for the package of painkiller shots he kept in his kit. Once, he had fallen from the top bunk in his quarters of Kamino once, and he had a lesser version of the bruising Cody had sustained. That was even enough to make him nearly scream in pain– surely Cody would want painkillers.

“Surprisingly, better than this– I accelerated the healing cycle.” Obi-Wan answered, voice almost seeming to hitch a little. Skull could tell by the purple and blue bruising that had already begun.

Skull set the hypo aside and took another moment to look over Cody’s battered leg. He knew he needed to feel for breaks or fractures, and he almost definitely would need to get him a scan once they had returned to the Negotiator, but he could barely find the will to wake Cody up to a rush of pain. The Commander looked relatively peaceful, which was a strange sight for Skull. In all the time he had known Cody, the creases in his forehead had never disappeared.

Regardless, he had a job to do.

Skull turned to look at the General whose eyes were wide with… guilt? Sorrow? Skull could hardly tell, but it made something twinge in his chest. Skull knew what the man was feeling– the crushing urge to make someone better, fix them, take away their pain. Empathy was a bitch sometimes.

“I think something is probably broken– I need to feel around. General– can you sit next to him? This is going to… hurt. I think it would help if you were by his side.” Skull was thinking less of Cody than Kenobi when he said that; the General looked as though he might pass out himself if he did not get off his feet.

Kenobi stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, before he nodded and sat next to Cody’s middle on the cot. Skull pretended he didn’t notice Obi-Wan’s hand slipping under the covers to hold Cody’s.

He made quick work of running his fingers across the top of Cody’s feet and around his ankles, not stirring up much of a response from the Commander other than a few sleepy groans.

As his hands felt around the dark purple flesh of his knee, Cody’s eyes suddenly snapped open with a gasp and then a louder, more pronounced groan. “Fuck!”

Broken, that was certain.

Cody’s chest heaved as he sucked in a few breaths of air, and his eyes wildly scoured the room. First, they landed on the General, confusion lacing his features, then they landed on Skull. Piercing.

“What the kriff, are you doing here?” Cody’s voice was rough with sleep, but his gaze spoke a thousand words. Skull was not intimidated.

“He’s–” Kenobi started.

“My job, Commander.” Skull said blankly, reaching for the hypo. “Painkillers?”

Cody gritted out an immediate, but somehow reluctant yes, and hissed as he shifted to sit up at his waist. Skull stood and pressed the hypo into his neck, not lost on the relief that spread across the General’s face as he did so.

There was a moment of tense silence as Skull crouched down to remove a long roll of bacta infused bandaging he had yet to have to use. It was long enough it could wrap around the majority of Cody’s leg, and would have to suffice until they were back on the Negotiator and Skull could get him into a submersion tank.

“You know Cody, the real question is, what are you doing here?” Skull said only with a hint of smug satisfaction layered into his tone. Cody’s eyes bore into him, unblinking. Skull could practically feel the irritation rolling off of him. “I only ask, because you should have been in the medical tent. I sent Oxy.”

“Others had it worse, I didn’t want to waste your time, Skull.” Cody said eventually.

“It’s not really as heroic as you seem to think– you could have had painkillers hours ago.” Skull unraveled the long bandage and taped it to the bruised flesh near his ankle. Cody sucked in a deep breath and the General discreetly rubbed his fingers over Cody’s bicep as he tensed with the pain.

It’s alright, you’re alright. Skull swore he could hear the gentle whisper of Kenobi’s voice, but he wasn’t sure if he was imagining it.

Cody did not have much to say in response to Skull’s words, just gritted his teeth and bit back little whimpers of pain as Skull did his best to wrap the wounded leg gently, but still with enough pressure to keep the bruising under control.

“And,” Skull continued as reached for his tape again and worked on taping around the edges of the bangaging, “I’ve already informed the General that Force-healing is not an option. I don’t care what the two of you do– but leave the kriffing healing to me.”

Now Cody’s cheeks burned a soft red, but he kept his mouth firmly shut for a second before he let out a biting remark, “You’re right Skull, it isn’t your business.”

Skull wished he could agree, but it was too much fun watching the Commander squirm.

Skull hid his smile as he stepped away, looking over his work for a moment, before he reached into his medical pack again. He pulled out a small container of three or four stims, enough to keep Cody effective when it came to the paperwork he would likely be doing in the days before their return to the Negotiator. He also extracted another two hypos of painkillers and placed both medications into the General’s arms. Kenobi looked over the items carefully, before standing to tuck them into his own bag that sat by the edge of the cot, not Cody’s.

Cody almost opened his mouth to say something, probably cursing out Kenobi for adding fuel to the fire, but he just shook his head absently instead.

“Here are your instructions,” He began as he closed his kit and rose to his feet, “Hypos once every twenty-four hours, stims only during the day when you’re doing paperwork, and absolutely no standing, walking… or physical exertion.” He looked Cody directly in the eye as he finished his spiel, watching as the Commander narrowed his eyes. “That’s an especially important reminder if you will be staying here with General Kenobi.”

Both of them looked sheepish now, but while Cody looked infuriated, Kenobi looked mildly amused.

“I’ll be sure he stays put.” Kenobi assured him with an abashed smile and squeezed Cody’s bicep. The Commander ground his teeth together.

With that, Skull nodded and headed toward the opening of the tent.

He turned back for just a moment, “Enjoy your night, gentlemen.” He stifled a laugh as he heard an exasperated sigh follow him out of the tent.

Oxy, yet again, was in for a great evening of conversation.

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claytonsguardianangel · 1 year

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I’m good 😋 gonna go do my cute lesbian wedding now I’ll pick up dinner?

Yes please. Something really junky- I'm starving.

Two days.

Two days since he last saw you- and have you been back?

No. No you have not.

"I cannot believe- I literally said-"

"Yes you did," Vader nods, ever the calm one in these situations.

Virgil continues anyway, "Do come back. I said that- I did not ask, did I?"

"No you didn't."

"No I did not." Virgil shakes his head. "I mean, fuck, how difficult is it for you pretty people to listen and do as you're told? You of all people should know."

Vader shrugs a shoulder, "If she's anything like me, she'll be in our bed in no time and she'll never leave."

"Never. Leave." Virgil quickly agrees, pointing at his husband. "Yes. In fact-" he presses a button to call Cody into the room and gives the man an innocent smile when he enters. "Hello Cody."

"Christ." Cody sighs softly. He's seen that look a million times. "What d'you need now? Hm?"

"Lili Jinn." Virgil slides over a surveillance photo of you that he pulled from the cameras. "Her brother, Feemor, is an employee here. She was filling in for him the other day-"

"Oh hell no," Cody shakes his head. "No. I had enough of that the first time around-"

"Come on, Cody." Virgil stares up at him, that cold gaze of his unrelenting. "Come on," he says softer, grinning again, "You did wonderful the last time. Give her the same treatment you gave Vader- take Rex and go on a little... mm, what should I call it- research sabbatical! Yes! A sabbatical! And during that time, you get me all the information you can find on this young woman. Yes?"

Cody debates it for a long moment before heaving a sigh, conceding. "Fine. Yeah. But if she gives me shit like Skywalker did I'm leavin'," he grumbles as he makes his way to the door.

"Ohh I'm sure you will," Virgil drawls.

"Leavin'. Totally walkin' out." Cody continues, even as he starts to disappear down the hall, "See how you bastards do without me."

"Oh, I just love him so," Virgil says wistfully, doing a double-take at Vader's indignant glare and laughing quietly. "Do you not, my pretty?"

"Obviously I favor Rex," Vader hums, "But if Cody will help us track the girl down, I don't mind."

And, like any smart person would do, Cody starts with Feemor first.

Unfortunately Feemor doesn't quite give up any answers- and seeing as Feemor didn't exactly break any rules or show disrespect, Cody can't punish him. And, he wasn't ordered to torture the information out of the man.

So, he lets Feemor leave two hours later than he was supposed to leave the club, with not a single clue more than he had to start with. Looks like him and Rex will have to do plenty of digging.

Feemor gets home that night and hurries inside, pausing with relief once he sees you sitting on the couch.

Leave it to them to beat him to his own home after asking so many questions about you.

"The encounter with Virgil and Vader- what happened?" he asks briskly, "Tell me everything. Every detail."

Why do they want his sister? He's heard stories about how Vader came to live there- is this... anywhere near the same case for you?

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Here’s the fourth part! I hope that you like it! I maybe even open up requests! So send in some request and I’ll check them out and right something!

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When Crosshair wakes he finds himself in a cell. No surprises there.

But he was surprised to see Cody.

“ what do you want…” Crosshair hisses out as he sits up. Cody sighs quietly as he sits down beside him.

“ Why did you attack your brothers? You’re lucky that you’ve taken lethal shots but still you shot at your own brothers.” Cody was more confused than upset. Crosshair glares at him from the corner of his eye. Hunter is his brother, tech is his brother, wrecker is his brother, echo is his brother, not those regs. Cody was one of those brothers, but he left them to suffer at the hands of the kaminoins.

“ Those ain’t my brothers. They will never be my brothers, my batch are my only brothers.” He growls, spitting out his words as if they had venom. Which to Cody it was. It hurt to hear his younger brother say things like that. Cody goes to put a hand onto his shoulder to try and comfort his brother to see why he was saying things like that, but Crosshair moves away from him as he continues to glare. If looks could kill, Cody would be a stain on the floor. He should have checked on them more or something! They shouldn’t have been acting like this.

Maybe it had been when he had to leave. To go fight into a war that they were bred to fight in. Was it that? Did Crosshair feel like he had abandoned them? He hadn’t forgotten them! He still protected them, he protects Hunter when his brothers wanted to torture him to get information from him about their generals, yes he wanted to find his obi-wan but torturing their own wasn’t an option in his book. They’ve questioned Hunter for weeks but never hurt him. Maybe that’s why Crosshair was mad at him? Was it because they had to take away Hunter for questioning? Crosshair not going to like what they were going to do to Hunter now. Cody stands up. He’ll give Crosshair some space. “ Your rations will be here at 1800 hours” he said quietly. With no response he leaves to check in on Hunter, wishing that his younger brother would listen to him and understand his reasoning. Maybe it was because they’ve never had a general or even a commander of their own. That’s probably why they feel so attached to Hunter. The batch didn’t really have someone to look up to or to love all they really had was him, then when he left all they had was Hunter. He opens the cell door to see a very out of it Hunter trying to stand. Cody couldn’t help but to smile, he goes and helps his brother back to his bed. “ Hunter, you need to rest, we had to put you through surgery…” he says keeping his voice calm and carefully puts a hand on his back to steady himself. Hunter jumps not expecting him to be there, his senses where Dulled out, his head pounding. He allows Cody to lead him back to the bed. Wait, did he say surgery? Hunter was confused. He wasn’t that sick, he was actually feeling better. Hunter looks at Cody or at least one of them with a confused look. “ w-what?” He asks as Cody pushes him to lay down. Cody sits down beside him and checks the bandage on the side of Hunter's head. It was a clean cut, simple and quick, well that’s what the medic said. He saw the red line that was where the incision was made and it was covered baca. He quietly wondered how such a small cut could control someone completely against their will. “ don’t worry about it, vod.” Cody hums as rubs the bandage back onto his head.

“ I want to ask you a question.” He asks quietly he hates this part but he has too if he wants his brother to be able to leave the cell that he’s put him in. Then he could be Hunter’s big brother again and he could have his general as well. Hunter whimpers, his head pounding as he puts his hand over his eyes trying to block out the light.

“ Come on hunter, it wouldn’t be like the other times, just you and me and it won’t be much, just a few questions” he tries to make it sound better than it actually is. Hunter sighs quietly as he nods. Cody smiles. “ Good, now where is the Jedi? Or where is the last location of them?” He asks, carefully rubbing his brother's tattooed part of his face. Hunter flinches as the pain takes over and tears start to well up in his eyes.

“ no.. I c-can’t..” he whimpers trying to keep himself from crying, he hasn’t cried since he was a cadet. He wasn’t going to start now.

“ Why not little brother? Some of them could be hurt or starving.” His worry is starting to get to him now. Hunter's mouth opened and closed as if he was to tell him something.

“ I can’t…they’ll h-hate m-me…” he finally says. Ah. That’s why Hunter didn’t want to tell them, Cody believes that Hunter is trying to protect them. Cody should have taught him better but he was doing what he thought was right.

“ Oh little brother. You’re trying to protect them ain’t you… but if you don’t tell us where they are

We can’t protect them. Come on now brother, I know you want to tell me..” he carefully runs a hand through Hunter’s hair. He remembers when the batch were little cadets and they would all pile onto each other. Comforting one another. He slides his hand underneath Hunter and carefully pulls him close to his chest allowing Hunter to hide his head into his neck.

“ t-they’re on a p-planet on the outskirts of the o-outer rim… x-352…it’s o-off the records so it’s hard to find…but It could be a great f-farming p-planet…at least that’s what obi-Wan s-said..”’ he mumbles into Cody's neck. The relief was almost instant, his tense body relaxing against Cody’s. Cody was overJoyed that it works but he is worried about his brother. The poor thing is sweaty and tired. Hunter quietly repeats ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again.

“It's alright you did what you thought best. I’m the one who should be sorry, I didn’t teach you properly how to take care of the Jedi…this mess… is my fault.” He carefully rubs the back of his head. Hoping that hunter would understand and accept his apology. Even though Hunter wasn’t apologizing to Cody. Hunter was apologizing to the Jedi that will sadly fall into the clones' hands that once actually protected them.

“ We were made for them, Hunter…you know that right? We were made to help keep them safe to die for them…they are like us in a way. Used to die in a war that they shouldn’t be a part of. Those Senators forced children to become soldiers. When they made commander Tono go onto a trial that she didn’t commit, that was the last straw. Hunter you have to understand we do what we have to do to protect the jedi. It is what we are made to do.” He speaks so passionately about it, it makes Hunter shiver, the pain coming back after Cody finishes his sentence making him flinch. Then he remembers something. “ my brothers! Are they all alright?” He pushes himself away from Cody as he turns to look at him. Why didn’t he ask before maybe he could have avoided the conversation before.

“ they’re alright, wrecker is still asleep due to the stun bolts, but Crosshair awake, he still is snappy as ever.” Cody chuckles and Hunter Immediately relaxes.

Cody wants to ask about Crosshair, about how he’s so distant with him but he has information that needs to be given to his fellow commanders.

“ how about you rest? Dinner will be ready in a few hours.” He hums as he stands. Hunter shakes his head. “ I’ve been sleeping a lot lately…is it alright if I move around the cell?” He asks, pulling himself to the edge of the bed, why he asks for permission was beyond him. Cody smiles again and nods. “ Of course little brother but this isn’t a cell, it’s a place to make sure that you don’t hurt yourself.” He was careful of his wording. He sounded as if Hunter would hurt himself. It’s isolation. He remembers some of the Jedi talking about it. How they would isolate them from the force and only allow one clone to come in and talk with them. Making them become attached to them. But the Jedi was crafty sometimes, they would pretend that it worked, he would have to do the same. Hunter feels a little queasy about it as the pain in the side of his skull increases. Cody nods and leaves. Hunter stands and starts walking around trying to clear his head.

#yandere clone troopers #yandere star wars #yandere bad batch #yandere clones #tbb #tw yandere

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geodax · 2 years

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Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

There's this modern AU I've been thinking about (but will probably never get around to writing) where at the beginning, Obi-Wan is a journalist in hiding after a very... unfortunate encounter with Maul. He has difficulties walking and other complications from Maul’s work.

While in hiding under the name Ben, he meets Cody, who works in the Mandalorian embassy in DC. Obi-Wan is initially very suspicious - there’s a lot of people looking for him and he’s afraid to let anyone close again - but slowly he starts to let Cody in. It’s all fluffy and sweet for a while, but then Obi-Wan’s past catches up to him and eventually Obi-Wan has to reveal who he is to Cody.

Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan under his wing in college and introduced him to the Jedi, a group/society that exists throughout the world to help people. They have their own language and tattoos so that they can identify each other. The Jedi live as teachers, doctors, activists, advocates, diplomats, etc. There are a few politicians too though most Jedi stay out of the limelight. They'll pool their resources when needed, but most Jedi function as individuals or pairs. Masters recruit apprentices as they see fit, teaching them the language and Jedi tenets - which are pretty similar to what it is in canon (selflessness, compassion, service, etc.) Most Jedi only ever meet a dozen other Jedi in their lifetime. It's a lot looser an organization than it is in canon.

So with Qui-Gon as a mentor, Obi-Wan became a journalist. He traveled all over the world, stepping on the toes of bad people, saving lives, generally trying to do the most good he can. Qui-Gon traveled with him for a while before retiring back to the college he found Obi-Wan at.

Things go well for a while, but then Qui-Gon is murdered. He was investigating a mysterious organization called the Sith and was killed for getting too close, though Obi-Wan doesn’t know that at first. Obi-Wan tries to pick up where Qui-Gon’s investigation left off, but the trail goes cold. He takes Qui-Gon's apprentice, Anakin, as his own. They become an excellent team of investigative journalists. (Obi-Wan and Anakin are closer in age in this AU). Ahsoka joins them too at some point as a photographer.

Obi-Wan continues to investigate the Sith, who are also trying to investigate the Jedi after they discovered Qui-Gon's investigation. Obi-Wan starts to investigate the Oppress Gang, who he thinks might be involved with the Sith. He breaks into one of the gang’s house, where he finds the files that have a lot of evidence about the Sith and their records. He is so distracted that he doesn’t notice Savage Oppress sneaking up behind him and is knocked out.

Maul figures out Obi-Wan is a Jedi and realizes that Jedi don’t work alone, so he shoots Obi-Wan’s knees, then drags him to a secondary location before Anakin can come to his aid.

Maul tortures Obi-Wan for information on the Jedi, eventually revealing that he was the one that killed Qui-Gon. Anakin eventually gets the FBI involved and they raid building, freeing Obi-Wan and arresting Maul.

But Obi-Wan can’t go back to being a journalist. Maul knows who he is now and could probably send other Sith after him, so Obi-Wan starts distancing himself from the Jedi. The damage Maul did to him is too great for him to continue his high risk work and he has lots of powerful enemies that he made as a journalist. So he goes into hiding.

Cody is fairly somewhat freaked out by everything and definitely a little terrified, but he still cares about Obi-Wan and wants to help him stay alive. Eventually, things come to a head. Cody is captured by Maul, who is still trying to learn about the Jedi, but is more upset with Obi-Wan for killing Savage during the rescue, so it is personal this time. Maul uses Cody as bait to lure Obi-Wan into a trap. Cody makes a few unsuccessful escape attempts, but during that, finds out about his own family ties to the Sith, via his father, Jango, who had been working for them for years. Jango wants Cody to join him and continue his work as a mercenary and work profiteer.

Anyway, there’s an epic final confrontation, lots of whump - yes, I know its probably unnecessary, but that’s how I roll - and eventually both Cody and Obi-Wan are safe. They hand off the rest of the investigation to the Jedi and decide to settle down together.

But Palpatine is still out there. And Anakin - as well as several other Jedi - have revealed themselves in the process of rescuing Cody and Obi-Wan from Maul. I haven’t decided where things go from here, but mostly it just goes from bad to worse for Obi-Wan, Cody, and the Jedi.

#my writing #star wars #fic idea #Obi-Wan Kenobi #codywan #commander cody

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Vader Tries to Help

People encouraged me to share the dead dove concept! Yay! It’s a horrible concept with an undertone of comedic absurdity in the sense that you keep waiting to see what awful, incredibly stupid thing Vader is going to do next. Like it’s horrifying but it’s also very dumb.

By moving forward into the fic, you acknowledge that this is intended to be dark and liable to be upsetting, and that you are taking responsibility for your own engagement with the material.

This AU was helped along on discord by several parties but tbh I’m not sure how many of them actually want to be named.

Warnings: Mutual Extremely Dubious Consent (forced by a third party), drugging, irrational behavior (Vader), nonconsensual body modification, forced pregnancy, imprisonment, threatened torture of a child (not followed through on)

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Vader captures Obi-Wan a few years into the Empire. Because Vader is Anakin, but even worse on the emotional bullshit, he decides that he needs to keep Obi-Wan safe but harmless. Vader also got Luke in the whole 'capturing Kenobi' situation, so part of what Vader's thinking about all this is that Obi-Wan tried to protect The Baby and so Vader kind of owes him, obviously.

Palpatine lets him keep Obi-Wan "safe," because threatening Obi-Wan is a convenient way to make Vader shut up and do what he's told. Palpatine can kind of tell that threatening the toddler would make Vader lose his shit and attempt to kill good ol' Palps, so threatening the middle-aged depressed alcoholic being kept in Vader's guest room with Force-nullifying cuffs is pretty good. It's an additional layer of emotional torture on top of the electrocution of Vader himself!

Vader has Obi-Wan taking care of Luke, mostly, because Vader has Obligations and A Job, and Obi-Wan wouldn't hurt Luke, duh. He might try to escape with the kid, but he won't be successful, and Obi-Wan will definitely put Luke's safety first, so that probably won't happen.

This is all fairly normal for a variety of AUs, granted, and not very dark.

But see, Obi-Wan behaves. He's aware of how tenuous the situation is for him and his charge, so he plays nice. And Vader decides to reward that.

By giving him Cody.

There's an implied thought process there that Obi-Wan was fond of Cody, and Cody was fond back, and now that the Jedi aren't around, they can follow through instead of worrying about some silly Code. Vader's nullified the orders to kill all the Jedi, of course, possibly dosed their food with an aphrodisiac so they don't try to talk themselves out of What They Obviously Want.

Now, we’re going to make it a little darker, because why not make things worse by having Vader try to make things better?

Vader somehow twisted himself around to encouraging them to have a baby. This is accomplished through a combination of Sith Magic and nonconsensual surgery, and lots of questionable drugs.

Obi-Wan just wakes up in a hospital bed with a womb one morning, and is informed of the surgery then and there, after it’s already happened. The droid telling him about it is just like "in the Lord Vader's infinite kindness--" and Obi-Wan just.

Anakin.

What the fuck.

What in the actual fuck made you think this was a good idea.

(The Sith Chemicals, probably.)

I feel like Palpatine would maybe even order the pregnancy induction just to torture them by proxy because that's like eight levels of Fuck No and he barely has to do anything except tell Vader that he'd like to see what kind of children a Jedi Master like Obi-Wan has.

Luke needs friends, doesn't he?

Obi-Wan is having some very complicated emotions about all of this because Vader is, in his own absolutely insane way, trying to help.

Anakin wanted babies and Padme wanted babies so clearly, if Obi-Wan and Cody are in love, then they also want babies!

Cody and Obi-Wan very well might not be in love. Anakin definitely could have misinterpreted. It’s probably more angsty if they're just friends who ended up in this bullshit together.

(He's taking baby fever to new and somewhat horrifying heights, because... he would adore Obi's kids.)

(His family button is suprisingly large for a mass murderer.)

Vader Kindly Informs Bail That Obi-Wan Is Alive And Unharmed. Bail was a friend of Obi-Wan's, telling him this is only helpful and will keep Alderaan from getting more rebellious out of personal insult. Obviously.

Vader is almost offended when Bail implies he might hurt Obi-Wan. He kept his son safe, he owes him. Speaking of, don’t you have a child? How old is she, again? It would be Good for her to make friends, wouldn’t it? :)

Palpatine is just like... sitting back and eating evil popcorn as Vader runs around, ruining people's lives by trying to be less of The Worst than before.

Palps barely has to do anything, Anakin's fucking it up on his own!

Could have been just a sly "Kenobi is so attached to young Luke, but now that you've been reunited with your son, perhaps he'd be happier with a child of his own?" Come at it from both "make Obi-Wan happy" and "protect your relationship with Luke" angles.

Vader: I can't have babies anymore due to what you did to me on Mustafar. Obi-Wan: So you're punishing me by forcing me to have them instead? Vader: No! Children are a gift that you have been cruelly denied by the Order that held us in its chains! Obi-Wan: ...oh, right, you're insane. Forgot about that. Somehow.

Big dramatic speech about how the Jedi Order spent so long making them take lives, he’s giving Obi-Wan a chance to create it! To put something good and bright into the world!

Poor Cody is like. "General, I am very fond of you but I'm having a million panic attacks at the same time because of the mind control, and also Vader is under the impression that we're in love and I need to be your stud? I wasn't aware you could have children--" "I can't. Or at least, I couldn't, but Anakin is... creative." "...what."

I don't want to actually objectify Cody in the narrative past the point that Obi-Wan himself is, because nnnnngh racism and clone stuff, so I'm going to say Cody was in love with Obi-Wan, and would have been okay with at least discussing the whole baby schtick if not for the absolutely horrible circumstances.

Like if the war had ended normally, and Obi-Wan had expressed a desire to retire, unlikely as that was, then Cody may have suggested a dinner, and they could have gotten married and then eventually adoption...

(Cody had a lot of fantasies he didn’t let himself think about too hard.)

But no. It's this... weird Vader-inspired bullshit.

I'm just so invested in Vader trying to help but making things legitimately a million times worse.

He wants to help :) Oh god, he wants to help.

Why aren't people more appreciative of how hard I'm helping them? - the Anakin Skywalker story

With less time to stew and also getting handed what he wants, Vader could absolutely flip on a dime the second he saw Luke being protected, and go from “I hate you” to remembering that Obi-Wan said he loved him, and now he must keep Obi-Wan safe out of debt and he just... he’s playing house.

Vader throws Obi-Wan a baby shower after the pregnancy is confirmed. Bail is invited, because Obi-Wan doesn't have a lot of friends still alive. Vader decides Bail is top of the Obi-Wan’s Friends List.

This is the first time they've seen each other in two years. Obi-Wan is heavily pregnant despite Bail knowing full well he didn't have the plumbing for that before the Empire rose. Cody is there and emotionally exhausted but more lucid than most troopers. Luke is running up to Leia because New Friend!!!

....there may be MORE of the 212th and 501st at the baby shower, with “kill all Jedi” orders revoked, of course. But it will keep the children safe!! And Cody and Obi-Wan can see their surviving friends!!

Cody: I'd be much happier to see my surviving troopers if they didn't all still have chips in their heads. Obi-Wan: I feel much the same. Vader: [404 error]

Bail and his family might be there at blaster point, but aren't you happy to see them, Obi-Wan??

Obi-Wan's endless trauma is honestly somewhat curtailed by the incessant need to facepalm at Vader’s bullshit

Obi-Wan and Cody both outwardly have a very "there are much worse people I could be stuck with in this situation but obviously I wish I'd had a choice, no hard feelings" attitude at each other.

Internally, Cody is suffering because this is NOT how he wanted his crush to be realized, and Obi-Wan is just suffering, period.

Cody: How did he even choose which of us ends up pregnant? Obi-Wan: He thinks I need to be protected, and that he needs to keep me safe. Cody: ...he does realize that you're better at-- Obi-Wan: Cody, he's completely lost it. No! He doesn't realize!

I feel like over the course of the year or two this plot unravels towards Palpatine getting murder-deposed and Anakin getting locked down, part of the driving force to Vader not being Vader anymore is that Luke actually really loves Uncle Obi and always starts fussing and going "Ben's sad" whenever Vader dismisses what Obi-Wan wants in favor of what Vader thinks Obi-Wan wants, and Vader can't deny his child anything.

Luke cries because Palpatine Feels Wrong like, once or twice, and Anakin goes “oh, okay, assassination time.”

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #Commander Cody #Codywan #Darth Vader #Bail Organa #star wars #dubcon #situational dubcon #nonconsensual surgery #medical abuse tw #forced pregnancy tw #nonconsensual body modification #Vader Tries to Help AU #Phoenix Posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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Febuwhump Day 10 - “How Long has it Been?”

Summary: Slick has lost the ability to keep track of time.

Warning: Mentions of abuse of power and torture.

[Whereas I believe Dogma was slated to be killed for killing a Jedi (despite the fact Krell was a traitor to the Republic), I think they very likely kept Slick incarcerated to try to get information out of him. The question now is... What do you think happens to clones that get taken to be "debriefed" by the Republic Intelligence services?]

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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There is a particularly persistent question that had all but taken over Slick's life. One that hadn't been there before he'd been imprisoned for his crimes against the Republic.

"How long has it been?"

Simple enough of a question right? Not quite.

Because he kept asking it. Over, and over again.

And no matter what was answered? No matter how many times someone tried to help him put an end to this mind-numbing doubt of his, the answer just never sticks...

Armand Isard and his filthy dogs had broken him. The nat-born bastard had insisted on keeping him in custody rather than putting a blaster bolt through Slick's skull. Because they might be able to get invaluable data out of the wannabe spy that the others couldn't. Because he might be useful if they were to use their interrogation methods on him. Lies. Lies that everyone ate up like the gullible suckers they were.

If commander Cody and captain Rex really thought that they were the ones who truly loved their brothers, then they should have damn well put him down themselves. It would have been a mercy. It would have been actual love.

But no.

Slick was a traitor. A brother killer. So he got nothing but the abuse of men high on power. Men that wanted to see how far they could push a clone. How far it'd take to destroy everything that made Slick, Slick.

Not much, it turns out...

The first day is something akin to a celebration. The intelligence officers take turns, depending on what Isard deems appropriate for the occasion.

They beat him black and blue. Break each fingers and then his knee caps. Smash his teeth in and force him to swallow them. Shatter his nose and laugh when he spits out blood and wheezes with each breath...

And then once that nice little warmup is all done and dealt with, they get to the really good stuff.

They inject him full of drugs, then waterboard him. They use all sorts of illegal torture devices on him. They argue amongst themselves over what the best way to get him to squeal really is... That's just the first day.

Isard calls his men off once he is satisfied with how maimed and battered Slick has become. Tells them they have all the time in the world to play with their new toy. Says soon enough he'll have clones commissioned to be better than whatever low-grade sludge they used to make him. Slick doesn't doubt the idiot has kriff-all knowledge of how the Kaminiise make their products. Dumbfek nat-born is spewing bantha shit out of his mouth like it's gospel.

The bastard knows that Slick has nothing to offer them. No real enemy intel of worth, because he hadn't ever gotten far enough to get any. This? This agonising torture? It's just for fun. Because the chancellor wouldn't want his most trusted and bloodthirsty underlings to get bored, now would he?

Slick loses the ability to track time around the 50th something day. At this point he knows that a lot of the damage done to him is likely to be permanent. They've hit him enough times in the skull to certainly cause brain damage. Some things he can't feel properly anymore, and he's begun having seizures and headaches that make him throw up bile. They also haven't fed him consistently. He's emaciated due to his high metabolic rate reeking havoc on his battered body and anyone who saw him would likely confuse him with a decaying corpse, if not for the fact his breathing was a rattling loud mess.

Isard and his men had grown bored of him, so they leave him in the dark to stagnate. To die cold, alone, and in pain. At least that's what the plan had likely been at some point. He's so out of it that he doesn't notice when they toss him out into the dump with the rest of the trash. Slick didn't even deserve the dignity of cremation post-mortem. He'd just fade away surrounded by decay and filth. The filth of the republic...

And then... And then a vod finds him. A clone clad in red and white. Bucket on, like every other Corrie Guard he'd ever seen. Whoever it is runs off. Returns with others. Their armour has that same colour code, but they're different. The commanders... Slick's eyes burn with the need to shed tears, but he's far too dehydrated to cry. Someone please just take him out of his damn misery...

Time as a concept didn't make sense. Slick would fade in and out at random, like the blinking of his eyes.

One blink. He's in the ill-equipped infirmary, covered in wires and in so much pain. The medics give him pitiful smiles and soft encouraging words. It's the first time someone's been kind to him in... How long?

Two blinks. Several vode pile all around him. Cradle him like he's a young cadet, murmuring comforting words he didn't think he'd ever get from any of his brothers ever again. They're socialising him. Reintroducing him to love and touch. Things he'd gone without for so long that they burn and made him squirm. But this doesn't hurt. Doesn't make him want to flee. These are welcoming touches and he's never been more grateful.

Three blinks. He's in front of a 'fresher mirror, his ribs are still visible but he's gained weight. Hound managed to get a good haul of credits, he bought them enough food that for once they'd going to bed fed. He's learned a lot about Coruscant and he finds plenty of others who understand his view. They all understand that they're slaves. Meaningless pawns. But they're so broken themselves that they remain loyal to the only thing they know. Better the devil you know than... Than whatever was out there. Slick isn't abandoning these brothers. He can't.

Four blinks. Fox comes in with a wild plan to save a Jedi killer. Slick has no idea where he got the extra paint, but he's pretty sure the poor vod'ika in the cell is in for a shocking wakeup call. Or not, one of their medics is going in to administer a sedative...

Five blinks. He's enjoying Dogma's cooking with a few other vode. It's his break time he thinks. The strict little bastard is a huffy mess with a pole shoved up his shebs, but Slick won't deny that the kid is loyal and surprisingly good in the Guard's makeshift kitchen.

Six blinks...

"How long as it been?" He asks again, blank eyes finally focusing as he lifts his head up from the vodepile. It's always pleasantly warm on Epifania, and they have their windows open to make sure it's nice and aired out. The apartment that serves as both their home and Dogma's and Rhythm's office is a luxury compared to anything they'd ever had.

They have furniture. They have comfy beds. They have a well equipped kitchen. They have Holonet access. They have food. So much food.

"A long while." Olly, now gone grey, responds from his favoured corner where he's tuning his guitar. His face hidden by his large brimmed hat. "A very long while."

"That's debatable." an equally grey Rhythm responds, the lines of his face more pronounced as he smiles lazily. "It depends on how you measure it. Long can be very long, or not that long. You need something to compare it with."

"Now you're just making it harder than it has to be." Dogma huffs from where he's doing paperwork at his desk. He's filled out over the years, looking healthily plump and his skin is now a sun-kissed tan colour rather than the unhealthy complexion he'd been stuck with from being indoors for so long. The silver hadn't completely taken over like the other guardsmen, but it certainly gave him a more mature look. "You could just ask him."

"I'll ask." Fox rumbles from the very centre of the vodepile. Slick presses his face to the crook of his older brother's neck as he runs calloused fingers through his hair. "How long since what, vod'ika?"

"How long has it been since my family found me?" Slick doesn't hesitate to ask.

He needs to know. He needs to understand how long it's been since those horrid beasts hadn't lain a finger on him. He needs to celebrate his minute victory over them.

"Hm... A very long while." Fox smiles tiredly. They're all so much older now. Living half-lives as fugitives in some backwater planet. But it's better than Coruscant. Even if some of them are broken beyond repair. "It'll get longer still."

"Good." Slick purrs as he closes his eyes. Temporarily satisfied with the answer. He'll ask again in however long it took for him to forget. Maybe when his brothers give him his medicine.

#Eps Writes #Fanfic #Star Wars #The clone wars #clone trooper slick #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday10 #hey rogue your boy rhythm is in this one :D

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