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staycalmandhugaclone · 3 months

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Identity Pt 8

Part (8) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

At a whopping 27,000 words, this accidentally became the biggest arc in the series. Oops. Anyway, I've certainly been a bit possessed about getting it done, so here yuh go!

Warnings: Honestly, aside from the standard guilt and regret, this chapter is mostly fluff

WC: 2,913

He held me until my breath eased back into a quiet, rhythmic ebb and flow free of even the occasional hitched gasp. At some point, he’d shifted just enough to lean his shoulder against the wall, hand lightly clasped around the back of my neck as his fingers trailed absently atop the skin peaking out between my blacks and hairline. Part of me knew I shouldn’t stay like this; that hiding against him only delayed confronting the guilt I’d see in Wolffe’s eyes, the trepidation and doubt in Cody’s, but it was so easy to pretend otherwise, to keep my face nestled against his throat and let all thought of what responsibility awaited us beyond those walls fade as seconds turned into minutes.

A crippling realization struck me in that moment. I was hiding. I was hiding from the risk of another mission and another near disaster. I was hiding from the damage that had already been caused and the inevitable destruction still awaiting me. I was hiding from the certainty that even worse might be befall those around me at any moment; doubtless of just how effortlessly that might break whatever fleeting reserves of strength somehow managed to keep me going through all that had already happened, and I knew that that very fear of them getting hurt was likely the only thing keeping me from yielding that I might be there to help them in any way I could.

But it wasn’t just the fear of impending nightmares that kept me curled in the arms of a man I remembered hiding from so many months prior, back when we were strangers and I shied from the intensity that burned in his eyes when faced with even a simple question; the deep quiet he’d fall into while considering every aspect of a problem before coming to a decision, and the unease that would fill me at the mere thought of finding myself the subject of that frightening focus. So much had happened since then, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but grateful for his presence in that moment, for the calm he granted me even as reality seemed to shift with a wretched understanding.

I was hiding from Wolffe; from the way his voice had threatened to break when last we spoke, from the tension that stole the effortless visage of command from him whenever we’d found ourselves alone. I was hiding from the squad that I could no longer think of as mine, from the longing in their eyes for a time that was now gone and would never again grant us the incredible breadth of comfort once gleaned from the sense of family we had found in each other, now felt only with a nostalgia tarnished by the horrors filling these past few days.

I wanted to weep anew at the thought of those coming farewell’s weighted beneath guilt and regret and the want for a denial we knew to be useless. In that moment, I longed to let myself be weak; to beg Hunter to tell Wolffe to leave that I wouldn’t have to face him at all, and I hated myself for that weakness.

The gentle dance of his touch stilled; fingers half buried in my hair as he subtly turned his gaze toward me; waiting. I drew a slow, resigned breath, held it in a final plea for even a few seconds’ more of a delay, and finally let it out in a controlled sigh as I pulled away from him.

“Thank you.” I whispered, eyes raising to just glimpse his. His thumb swept once more along the length of my neck before finally letting his hand fall briefly to my arm and then to the floor near his waist.

“Don’t need to thank me, Doc.” He replied softly, attention carefully locked on me. My lips drew up in an empty smile as I turned to glance thoughtlessly around the room. When I began to draw movement back into my limbs, weight shifting to balance atop a knee in preparation of forcing myself to my feet, Hunter quickly reached back out to me, arm looping around my shoulders as though anticipating the way my muscles would instantly waver at that first hint of strain. I was no stranger to the way grief and fear and panic left one so hopelessly drained yet always found myself unprepared for how ruthlessly that exhaustion struck. Unphased, I leaned into his support; let myself rely on his strength in the absence of my own as he carefully pulled me up alongside him.

“If we stay in here much longer, they might get the wrong idea.” I muttered, peaking towards him to see the way his brow cocked in surprise, but he let out a quiet chuckle at the weary smirk I managed to shoot him.

“The last thing I need is Crosshair hearing those kinds of rumors from regs…” He grumbled back, and I was shocked at how easily the huff of laughter escaped me. “Are you okay to walk?” He asked, voice dropping into a whisper as though that might prevent it from robbing us of that brief, precious moment of lightness. I nodded, forcing my back straight despite the reluctance weighing down my shoulders. “Alright.” He murmured and I tried to ignore the chill left in the wake of his touch as he slowly stepped away from me.

Whatever conversation had filled the silence beyond the office walls ceased with a harsh finality the instant that door began to open. I could feel Hunter standing just behind me, attention still following my every movement as though I might tumble without warning. Cody was the first to approach me, helm tucked under his arm and expression still somehow void of the disappointment I kept expecting to find.

“Commander, I-” He dismissed whatever attempt at an apology I was still trying to piece together with a simple wave of his hand and subtle shake of his head.

“Just get to the barracks and try to get some rest.” The innate authority in his voice was softened by a compassion that I still found myself shocked to hear from someone in his position and could only respond with a small nod.

“I can come back tomorrow – answer any other questions you have.” I offered, but he again dismissed it.

“Between what you’ve already told me and what I discussed with Commander Wolffe, there’s no need for that. Just take some time; try not to lose yourself in what happened.” He barely whispered those final words, willing them into me with a quiet understanding that I couldn’t begin to pretend I didn’t need. He ducked his head in a small bow before stepping past me into his office, and I hesitated just a moment longer before turning toward Wolffe.

“Guess I overestimated myself.” I mumbled, voice straining past the stiffness in my jaw, and I wasn’t sure how to respond to the subtle feeling of Hunter’s hand coming to rest against the armor sweeping across my lower back, nor my inability to deny the depth of comfort it gave me.

“No one’s holding that against you.” He replied softly before his gaze shifted to the man behind me. “Take care of her.” There was none of that disdain he’d once regarded Hunter with; no sneer of disapproval, and Hunter mirrored that unspoken respect with a silent nod.

“Wolffe.” I called hesitantly just as he’d begun to walk away, nearly cringing at the remorse in my own voice; the threat of shame. “I don’t… Will you tell the others I’ll be okay? I just… I can’t…” How could I explain the way it would cripple me to see their guilt again? To hear their apologies despite knowing they’d done nothing to warrant such sorrow?

“Don’t worry about them.” He explained, voice quiet but no less commanding for it. “Just be safe, kid.” There… just lingering beneath that infallible composure… Even Wolffe couldn’t keep the traces of an apology from his farewell. Gaze falling lest I note even a glimmer of regret in those stern eyes, I fought to offer some trace of a smile before turning away. The sense of finality in that farewell left my breath trembling slightly, and even the way Hunter shifted nearer to me did little to ease the sense of loss twisting through my chest.

“Cody’s already granting us clearance for the mission details.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, gaze once more hidden behind that dark visor as we walked unhurried through the corridors of the Negotiator. “You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it…” My head fell slightly at the gentle invitation, and I knew he could hear how my heartbeat quickened at the mere thought. When I gave no answer, he didn’t press, but I couldn’t dispel the tension that lingered in the silence between us.

“I don’t think Wrecker’s ever going to let you go off on another mission without us.” He added a moment later, somehow managing to sow a wisp of humor into his voice, and a small scoff escaped me.

“Even if it’s the 104th calling you again?” There was something beneath the teasing lilt in his voice, but I was too weary to try to name it.

“Given my track record, I don’t think he’ll hear any arguments from me…” I grumbled.

“I didn’t know I’d be working with them this time until after I’d boarded the transport.” His helm shifted toward me, and I could easily picture the way his brows had surely risen above eyes widened with surprise. “But, no.” I added quietly, pace unchanged as I tried not to think too deeply on the painful words slipping over my tongue. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to work with them again.” Hunter stopped walking. I didn’t, intent on not falling back into the remorse that was all too eager to overwhelm me again.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, treading back to my side. I gave a weak shrug, collecting my thoughts a moment before responding.

“Too much has changed… Besides, they have a jedi watching their backs. Without me, you lot only have dumb luck and sheer stubbornness.” A quiet chuckle just sounded through his comm system, and I found myself joining him in with a snicker of my own as his hand reached up to lightly jostle my helmet. It was heartbreaking – that conscious understanding that I no longer belonged with the 104th, but I had harbored no doubts that it was the right choice; that the 99 had become my family in a way the others never could.

“Doc!” Wrecker’s shout boomed through the nearly empty barracks, and I barely had time to draw in breath for a reply I never got to speak before his arms locked around my waist to hoist me up in an embrace far softer than his normal hugs. Still, laughter sputtered from my lips at the welcomed display of affection I would always treasure from the man, hand automatically darting out to his shoulder to steady myself despite the knowledge that he’d never let me fall.

“It’s almost like you missed me or something.” I teased, earning a brilliant smile from him that was so utterly free of shame or hesitation as he gently set me back down.

“Those regs need to find their own nat-born next time! It’s not fair for them to just come and steal yuh away whenever they want.” He complained, hands lingering on my hips for just a moment longer to ensure I was steady before stepping back.

Two rows of double bunks stretched out before me in a room designed to hold at least a company of one hundred though the entirety of it had been reserved for our tiny squad. Crosshair stood leaning against one of the upper bunks a few rows away with his arms wrapped tightly across his chest, attention locked on me from the corner of his eye while Echo and Tech sat together atop a lower cot a mere handful of strides from the door, the telltale mess of cables strewn between them warning of some half-started project.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.” I reassured him in a gentle sigh. “Pretty sure this was a one-time thing.” I could see the concern lingering in his gaze despite his efforts to hide it beneath his usual glee, the subtle threat of anger it fueled, and had to look away.

“Hey stranger.” I said softly. His chest bucked slightly around a sharp breath, mouth just beginning to open before closing tightly in a final bout of hesitation, but then he let out a small huff, forcing some of that tightness from his shoulders.

The instant I glimpsed him, the arc quick pushed himself to his feet, eyes torn between meeting my gaze and darting away as his jaw tensed around whatever attempt at a greeting caught in his throat. Had he been there when I first landed? Had I simply been too lost in my own thoughts to notice? My heart sank at the thought, just managing to offer the ghost of a smile in the face of how stiffly he held himself.

“Hey.” He whispered, and I heard clearly the apology in it, but it was nothing like those plaguing every word uttered amongst the 104th. There was a warmth in his apology; a subtle self-deprecation softened with something near enough to humor that my smile bloomed with relief.

“I see you two have been making the most of this little vacation.” I started, looking pointedly at the assortment of mysteriously procured supplies. He glanced quickly over his shoulder as though he’d forgotten the project entirely before turning back to me.

“Echo suggested a few interesting modifications to his cybernetic legs.” Tech stated before his brother could try to explain. “This is merely the initial prototype. Rebuilding his legs entirely will take significantly longer than a few days, but this will allow us to test the efficiency of our new design.” I looked back to the arc with surprise and found him fighting a sheepish grin.

My head fell toward my chest, stomach churning with regret for having offered at all despite Tech’s automatic “thank you.” Swallowing back the anxiety threatening to coil through my gut, I finally let myself glance toward the tall sniper still watching me from just the corner of his eye, and the little thrill of glee that seeing him shot through me offered a precious sliver of relief. He barely reacted as I approached him, head just shifting to follow my movements until barely a foot lay between us, and I let out a heavy sigh full of mock guilt and remorse.

“Wow.” I chirped, pleased to hear they’d managed to be so productive despite how strained things had been over the past few weeks, “Let me know if you need any help synching it to the neural interface.” Echo’s face darkened for barely the breadth of a heartbeat, but it was enough to remind me that the effortless connection that once came so easily to us still lay far beyond my grasp.

“I may have jinxed myself.” I muttered, and a quiet chuckle escaped me at the way he cocked his brow, unimpressed by my admission. “Was I right? Did you mope the entire time I was gone?”

“Yes.” Hunter called from the front of the barracks, kindling my chuckle into a short burst of laughter as Cross shot his brother a lethal glare.

“Just got back and you’re already trying to cause trouble.” He growled under his breath, earning a coy smirk from me. Only then did he begin to abandon that impartial veneer, weight shifting as he pushed himself away from the bunks to reach for me, and I could feel my entire body lighten with the deep sigh that fled my lips at that first rush of warmth from his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asked, words barely audible as they danced through my hair. The rote reassurance so nearly fell from my lips absent a moment’s thought before catching in my throat. I could feel him tense in those brief seconds of hesitation before I reluctantly shook my head.

“Not yet.” I answered, voice heavy with every unspoken reason forbidding me from trying to convince him otherwise. “But I’m really glad to be back.” He went still for a long moment, but then his arms tightened almost harshly around me, body curling over mine as though he might hide me from what darkness lingered behind the veil of empty smiles.

We both knew there would be no walking away from the damage wrought during my time apart from them, but I let myself relish that moment of stillness; the hum of quiet conversation between Hunter and Wrecker, the rhythmic clicks and hisses of tools augmenting metal and wire beneath Echo and Tech’s ministrations, the steady thrum of Crosshair’s heartbeat dancing against me as I rested my forehead to his neck, shamelessly letting myself vanish in that heady spice and tang of blasterfire. Every day spent fighting this war brought untold risks and dangers, but I held no reservations that this was exactly where I belonged, and no threat was great enough to see me leave them for even a moment more.

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lamaenthel · 3 months

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Solitary Confinement

[read on ao3][Febuwhump prompt: Solitary Confinement]

After being captured alongside General Kenobi by the Seppies, Cody holds out hope that rescue will arrive in time.

Characters: CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Word count: 1575

The cell is damp and near-freezing. With Cody's vision robbed by whatever contraption they'd bolted over his eyes, his other senses have sharpened. He has to be careful not to breathe with his mouth open. The smell of rot and open sewage had him gagging when they first dragged him into the stronghold. He's gotten used to it. Mostly. It's only gotten stronger in the last few days.

Soft tapping from the other side of the room is the only point of contact he has with General Kenobi.

"Take heart, Cody. The beacon was launched before we were captured. I don't expect we'll be here long." General Kenobi gives him one last encouraging smile from the floor, his wrists chained above his head, before the clankers bring out the drill and start attaching the metal blinder to his temples. "This should be entertaining at least, my dear."

Their chains give them just enough leeway to stand, though if they do it more than a few times an hour they're shocked into unconsciousness. It happens if they speak, too, which seems idiotic as the Seppies would have a better chance of overhearing something than extracting it. He marks the days by torture sessions; by his best estimate, there's a full rotation between visits. The chains hum and go warm with promised electricity. The door opens and one of them is dragged out of their cell for uncountable minutes to be interrogated.

Cody much prefers being strapped down to the table over his General. At least he knows what's going on when a droid asks him for GAR secrets in a monotone buzz, right before the needles go into his neck and what feels like acid fills his veins. Its agony, but they'd started training him to withstand torture at five. At least when they're torturing him he can breathe.

The waiting is the worst. Those dreadful seconds when metal footsteps approach them and he doesn't know who they'll choose are worse than anything they can inject him with. General Kenobi has no such training, just his strength of will, and while it's indomitable, Cody knows it will give out eventually.

Maybe that's why they haven't taken him for three days. Kenobi taps on his chains every few minutes so Cody knows he's still alive, but he can't hear the reassuring sound of his Jedi breathing over his heart's own drumbeat pounding in his ears. There's nothing else to hear in the gluttonous, bloated silence.

He's dehydrated. Water wasn't provided—deemed unnecessary when every day the droids held his head under a steady stream of it until he passed out—but they haven't been fed since they arrived. Not food, anyway, just leathery balls of surprisingly sweet jelly during their torture sessions. They get angry when he chews them, so he keeps doing it, figuring it's the right call. His stomach cramps violently, squeezing acid up into his throat and eroding delicate tissue. His body is starting to cannibalize itself. Every torture session leaves him weaker, but it doesn't matter. He will survive, force his heart to keep pumping blood even when every other bit of him wastes away, because that's what he was made for. He's a Marshall Commander to a High General, not some wet-behind-his-ears shiny who's never known a night without Kamino's thunder. He knows how to withstand any torture, no matter how brutal.

Kenobi taps again. Cody taps back. It's all they can manage. It's enough to keep going.

Take heart, Cody.

He will. He'll let them rip him up from the inside out if that's what it takes, but he will not lose hope. Not if his General still needs him.

He feels the hum of electricity in his teeth right before his chains warm and come alive again. He steels himself. Any moment the door will open. They'll drag him off again to ask the same questions that he won't answer, flay him like a nerf left to rot in the sun, then throw him back in his cell once they deem it to be another wasted day.

The door doesn't open. Instead, the chains go cold. Cody frowns; that's never happened before. The floor vibrates, and he's thrown violently to the side with the force of an explosion somewhere below them. The rushing roar of blood in his ears intensifies. "General Kenobi?" he whispers, taking a chance that their captors are occupied with whatever the hell that was. He can't speak properly anyway. Between the screaming and the stomach acid, his voice is virtually gone. "Can you hear me, General?"

Kenobi taps again, unwilling to risk it. Cody accidentally sucks a deep breath in, gagging from the stench of rot. It's all he can do to not vomit, even though he doesn't have anything to bring up except acid. He ignores the burning in his throat. DC-17 carbine fire echos through the vents, a song as reassuring as a mother's lullaby to a clone trooper. "They're here, General," he says, adrenaline jumpstarting his weak heart. "We did it." We survived.

Kenobi taps again.

Waiting for his brothers to find them is more painful than anything their captors have put him through. He can hear boots thumping, blaster fire getting closer, the hum of a swinging lightsaber. He twitches in his chains, weak muscles begging to join the fight. Who came, the 212th? Undoubtedly they'd come in some capacity, but he would hazard a guess that there's a fair amount of blue mixed in the golden orange. Skywalker never was one to sit on his hands and wait patiently where General Kenobi was concerned.

"Just hang on, General. They're almost here." Cody licks lips that taste like sour old iron. First thing he's going to do after seeing to his General and getting debriefed is grab the bottle of tihaar he confiscated from Wooley. There aren't many perks of being in command, but if he had to make a list then sampling the contraband for “safety reasons” would definitely be near the top.

The blaster fire gets closer, along with the subsonic buzz of a lit saber. Cody fidgets in his cross-legged sit, his legs on fire and cramped from being bent for days, barely able to contain himself. The door beeps and slides open. Cold air that smells like corpses is sucked into the room, shocking him. He hears a single, sharp inhale, high-pitched and young. "Cody?" a trembling voice asks after a few pregnant seconds.

"Commander Tano," Cody rasps. The words scrape his throat like rusty sheet metal.

The sound of her footsteps scuff across the floor. "Oh, Force, what is this?" She touches the metal band that the droids had bolted into his skull. He jerks in his chains as a lightning bolt of sharp pain zaps through his temples, accidentally smacking his head against the wall as he does. "It's okay. Don't move, everything is going to be fine." Her commlink beeps. "Rex, cell 117. I found them. I need a medic here, now." Her voice shakes. “E-Everything is going to be okay.”

"General?" Cody tries to clear his throat, tastes blood instead. "It's alright, General, we can talk now. The chains are turned off."

Kenobi taps.

"Don't… don't let Anakin up here." Cody's blood freezes. A soft, trembling hand runs across his brow, mindful of the bolts this time. "We tracked the beacon." Her voice cracks. "We came… we came as fast as we could."

Cody leans into her soft touch, for her comfort as much as his. She's always been so sensitive. "I'm alright, Commander. Go check on General Kenobi."

He hears a humming fwoom. She cuts his chains with her lightsaber, rubbing his bloodless hands briskly like he'd been out in the cold once they're free. "It's going to be okay, Cody," she says again. She's crying.

"General, please say something," Cody says hoarsely. The stench of rotten flesh is so overpowering that he can taste it. "Obi-Wan?" Why hasn't he said anything? Why hasn't he greeted Ahsoka? When did the tapping stop?

The tapping resumes; relief floods his system. "Get off of him!" Her lightsaber ignites, swings, and a wet chitinous thump follows a moment later. "I'm sorry." Ahsoka whispers it over and over again until the words slur together.

Cody reaches up to the metal blinder and starts turning the bolts that keep it attached to his skull with numb fingers. The screws take forever to twist out of his swollen, infected skin, but he doesn't stop even when Ahsoka grabs his wrists and begs him to. He shoves the sobbing girl away and rips the blinder off with an agonizing scream.

It takes a few seconds for his vision to adjust. Even in the near pitch-black his eyes hurt. General Kenobi sits cross-legged exactly where Cody had seen him last. He's still chained to the wall, mottled hands cuffed above his hanging head. A pile of something shiny and wet glistens in his lap.

Cody creeps closer on his hands and knees, unable to trust his weak eyes. His hands slip in the slick blackness that covers that side of the room. The smell of rot and sewage is almost unbearable. Cody reaches out a quivering hand, confirms with a touch what his eyes refuse to see.

The bisected insect that's been eating its way through the General's guts taps weakly on the floor one last time before finally dying with a hiss.

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des8pudels8kern · 5 days

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I'm excited to finally share my fic for the @obiwanwhumpminibang with you:

The ground between unstoppable force and immovable object

Summary:

After a retreat ending in evacuation, Cody and General Kenobi stay behind with the remaining troopers to wait for the returning transport. It’s a risk, but Kenobi’s presence guarantees that the transport will return for them, and the droids don’t know they are there. They just have to sit still and wait. Then, in the interest of full disclosure, Kenobi very apologetically reveals an injury he deliberately kept to himself until the last transport was gone and Cody is confronted with the fact that he and his General might have very different interpretations of what counts as an acceptable risk, at least where it pertains to Kenobi’s life.

My artist was the wonderful @habquchdu, whose art is both embedded in the fic and can be found here on Tumblr.

A huge thank you to @ihathbenobiwankenobied and @hellotemporaryuniverse for organising this event!

I've loved and (and occassionally hated) writing this fic, which clocks in at 14k of gen Obi-Wan whump, and hope you will enjoy reading it!

And, in the interest of full disclosure, I have vague plans to write an angsty post-Hardeen Codywan sequel. And maybe another, Kenobi-era one. There might or might not already be a small file for the post-Hardeen angst.

#obi wan whump mini bang #owmb2024 #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #my fic #not!fic

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cmmdrkote · 9 months

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codywan reverse bang team #13: i should tell him i love him

The words fell away as Obi-Wan raised his head. He had been expecting another visit from Cetius only to find his Commander standing in the doorway. He blinked a few times, fearing he was merely hallucinating. “Cody?” “General.” The Commander stared for a moment, trying to think of what to say. I’m glad I found you in time. I’m glad you’re alive. I missed you. I was worried about you. I think I love you. “Did you need a rescue?” “Do you know, Commander?” Obi-Wan tried for a smile and a laugh that turned into a groan as his broken ribs made themselves known. “I just think I might.”

So, I'm unfortunately late (life and death happened) but here is 2/3 of my piece for CWRB '23! Obi-Wan has gotten himself into a situation, and Cody is annoyed and using that to cover up how worried he is.

i would like to thank the mods of @codywanreversebang Serie and Anon for their endless patience, my friends for getting me through a difficult time, and of course my amazing writers Kay @foreverchangingfandomsao3 and Mia who have written a fantastic story for this prompt that you can read here.

I'll see you all soon for Part 3....a Keldabe kiss is imminent 👀 Notes and close-ups sans shadows under the cut:

A consistent light source? Who? I've never heard of her in my entire life.

I swear I didn't mean for there to be Christ-like undertones (I'm not even Christian) but once I had Obi's pose laid out and the light focused on him, I was like "fuck I gotta commit to the space Jesus now".

I originally intended for this to have a much more cartoony style, but the shading on Cody's face got away from me and then I needed to match that level of realism for his whole body, which drastically increased the time taken and I had to scrap all my plans for Obi.

The pose/prompt and Obi's outfit are inspired by Crossfire by Brandon Flowers, a whumper's dream of a music video and also a bop. I had sketched something out about two years ago and ended up adapting it for this idea.

Obi is wearing suspenders and a dress shirt because 1. I hate drawing clothing and knew robes would suck 2. Brandon is wearing that outfit in the video which made an easier reference 3. Suspenders are hot 4. I needed to show the hairy chest

Clip Studio Paint can eat my ass, I'm never upgrading to their bs subscription model.

Ewan and Temuera are some of the most handsome men I've seen in my entire life and no I will not be taking questions.

Here are some close-ups because I want to show off what I did before covering it up with dramatic ass shadows:

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kangelane · 17 days

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By chance we met, by choice we became friends

Summary: A twist on how Kenobi came to meet the varactyl Boga, during a fierce battle over Utapau.

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Suddenly, cutting through the silence was an aggressive loud hiss echoing around the chamber, originating from somewhere in front of him.

Alarmed, Kenobi’s head shot up and he squinted his eyes in direction of the sound. However, the pillar of light – in which he was engulfed – prevented him from seeing the source. Taking another deep breath, he reached out with the Force; localizing a surprisingly advanced intelligent life form lurking in the shadows, fairly big in size, zigzagging closer to his exposed position.

The distinct warning call had limited down the number of potential species it could be – at least within the catalogue Kenobi were familiar with – down to only a dozen. It was first when a curious beaked maw slowly emerged into the light, that Obi-Wan got a definite positive ID.

A varactyl.

The large feathers in a beautiful range from blue, green and deep purple were raised, making the large animal look even more massive and intimidating. Another high warning echoed around the room; a clear indication that Kenobi was definitely unwelcomed, intruding and trespassing.

The Jedi carefully stretched out with the Force again, to send out a message of peace and calm towards the stressed and territorial protective animal.

”Hello there,” Obi-Wan said in a warm soothing tone, still lying down on his side trying to keep his broken leg as immobile as possible. ”Sorry for unexpectedly dropping in on you like this, but it was purely an accident, I can assure you.”

Another shriek rang out, and the animal made a slight warningly lunge.

Keeping his calm, Kenobi’s hand rose slowly, palm open; an invitation for the large reptile to come closer. ”There now… I mean you no harm.” With trembling fingers still extending out his invitation, Kenobi tried his best to send out only calm serenity, despite how his whole body screamed of pain.

To his great relief, the slightly aggressive demeanour started to diminish. The big orange eyes were suddenly scrutinizing him, looking deep into his soul, doing it in such a unique way which only animals can; to check a man trustworthy or not.

Luckily, it seemed like Obi-Wan passed the test.

The approach from the varactyl shifted that instant. The aggressively raised feathers slowly lowered, the protective hostile manner fully gone.

Instead, the massive head fully popped inside the pillar of light, tilting about 45 degrees to mirror the same angle as the Jedi’s countenance. The strong beak glistened majestically in the naturally created spotlight; the golden and black maw allowed a questioning squeak to slip out. Taking the Jedi in, the tangerine eyes scanned over his broken body, landing on his injured leg, before returning to his sweaty face and then on his still welcoming shaking hand.

The large creature carefully closed the remaining distance between them, until the black tip of the beak made contact with the trembling fingers.

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~ Kangelane_Star Wars 🤓📚📖

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obi-whumpkenobi · 1 year

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Obi-Whump Fic Rec

someone asked me for fic recs and I already had it listed out, so I decided to post here! these are some of my fave fics that (for the most part) focus on whump. these are in no particular order. this is not an exhaustive list by any means, I have plenty of more favorites that I have saved but I wouldn’t quite call them whump fics. also, these don’t really encompass a broad variety of whump genres, more like I have a type and that is captivity/torture. yes, i’m a sicko. if I could, I would rec everyone’s whumptober/febuwhump/etc, but maybe I’ll do that separately if there’s enough interest. obviously, there’s some heavy shit on this list, including noncon, so please read the tags and take care of yourself.

without further ado:

A Temporary Mercy by @swranger (6k, M, GDOV, series WIP) - citadel au. so this one is great because if you’re like me you were probably disappointed by the quick save obi et al got in the citadel arc and that he wasn’t...hurt a bit more.

something inside this heart has died (you’re in ruins) by @revanchxst (22k, T, CCNTUAW, completed) - two things i love, codywan and pain. I was craving a fic where cody replaced rex on kadavo and goddamn this one delivered.

i just wanna keep calling your name (until you come back home) by @revanchxst (15k, T, NAWA, completed) - what if chipped-cody started dreamsharing with obi-wan? this is the first one that’s not quite physical whump but it’s sprinkled in there along with plenty of angst. also there’s a line in here that made me cry so much i have it saved to a widget on my phone.

Recollection by @elwenyere (18k, E, NAWA, completed) - within the first few paragraphs i knew this one was gonna hurt. honorary mention because it’s cody whump and not obi whump but still plenty of pain.

Suns Tempered By Devotion by @come-chaos (15k, E, R/NC, completed) - another one that’s more codywan than whump, but this one is on here because it killed me and i have still not recovered.

In the Line of Duty by shipping_ruined_my_life (5.7k, E, GDOV, completed) - the obi whump exchange was good to us. codywan + the good ole tortured-in-front-of-the-other with a twist!

Offset by @deviantaccumulation (64k, M, GDOV, completed) - i have this one saved as “qui-gon’s alive and dooku’s a bitch”, pretty self explanatory. A+ whump.

Example by @swranger (40k, NR, GDOV, completed) - this would be like christmas if i celebrated it. every new chapter is some horror for obi and i fucking love it.

Dreams by @geodax (2.7k, M, CCNTUAW, completed) - so grievous definitely had some kind of psychosexual obsession for obi and we all know it. this...builds on that :)

Of Teachers and T'ayl'e by @levitatingbiscuits (8.7k, NR, GDOV, WIP) - also not a whump fic per se, but he’s hurt for enough of it that i’m including it. this encompasses everything i love about jangobi.

The Dark Side of Obi-Wan Kenobi Part 1 by @mostthingskenobi (25k, M, GDOV completed) - a post-lawless au with some truly delicious torture.

Conjuring Miracles by @kcrabb88 (30k, M, NAWA, completed) - again, we were deprived of some good whump by the kenobi show when tala shows up miraculously to save him (and vader forgets that he controlled fire like 2 seconds ago). this remedies that beautifully.

See My Dreams All Die by @temporaryuniverse-writing (34k, M, GDOV, completed) - what if obi-wan killed anakin on mustafar, so sidious tried to make him fall instead? plenty of great whump, but also comfort.

And This Guilt, Please Bleed It Out of Me by @letitrainathousandflames (6.2k, M, GDOV, completed) - another beautiful OWE fic. obi-wan continues to suffer from anakin’s actions (this time, the tuskens).

Only One Allowed to Hurt You by sereq_ieh_dashret (15k, E, GDOV, WIP) - maul is basically like “wait you can’t hurt kenobi, i’m the only one who can do that >:(

The Mandalorian Wars by @geodax (66k, M, GDOV, MCD, completed) - my first whump fic i read in the prequels fandom! heavy as fuck, but so good.

Two Months by I_Gave_You_Fair_Warning (14k, E, GDOV, completed) - cody replaces alpha-17 in the rattatak storyline, pain ensues :(

vital signs by marketchippie (18, E, GDOV, completed) - everything that’s great about ventrobi. tfw when you have sexual tension with your torturer?

And When In Shadows by @the-last-kenobi (1k, M, CCNTUAW, completed) - a short whumptober fic that i could not get out of my head for weeks. chef’s kiss mwah

A Treatise On Breaking and Repairs by @glimmerglanger (52k, E, GDOV, R/NC, MCD, completed) - of course i could not forget glimmer, the whump monarch. i remember staying up until 5 am every day just to catch the updates and being in awe each time.

#obi wan kenobi #whump fic #fic rec #anakin skywalker #darth vader #vaderwan #codywan #obimaul #asajj ventress #ventrobi #commander cody #mine #darth maul

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veny-many · 7 months

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I wrote some whumps about my AU idea suddenly appeared in my head. You might need to read the link to understand my work.

Neyo's POV

Anakin/Padme, Implied Codywan

Ahsoka was there when it started so suddenly.

She and her Master, were waiting for the Council’s replies for their information about hunting for Maul.

The waiting was getting too long, and it was a lie if Ahsoka was not concerned about what was happening to their home. She joked about how fast Master Mace would reply to insult Anakin for anything reckless he did, but there was silence, too long. It was strange.

Sensing his Padawan's worry, Anakin gave her a reassuring smile. Obi-wan was also comm silent, when he checked. The Force was silent. But at least his Ahsoka and troopers were there with him, waiting in debrief room.

The war was ending. He could feel it. He had been tested many times, always wandering between light and dark of the Force, with his uncontrollable emotions through war and pains. In the end, when Palpatine, his now former friend, casually referred the Clones as a slaves who needed to be gone for a better future of Galaxy, Anakin finally snapped, rushed to Padme and told her he couldn't do this. Couldn't sacrifice his troopers for meaningless war anymore, couldn't see another families, another Jedis die for people who now not even care for them, almost hate them for false facts. No, they not wanted to blame Jedi and Clones for some rumors. They just needed justification for forcing Jedis and Clones to fight the war instead of them. And needed scapegoat to throw their angers made by long lasted war. Anakin couldn't understand why they needed to fight for the Republic anymore. Padme only hugged him, telling him that he was not alone, he was not the only Jedi who thinks this war like him. Soon Obi-wan came there after receiving Padme's secret comm massage. Anakin was afraid that Obi-wan might have caught his relationship with Padme, but Obi-wan just hugged him as well, telling his old Padawan that it would be alright.

And of course, there was angry debate with Council about his secret marriage, and he actually admitted that it was too reckless to hide it(which surprisingly made Mace looked shocked somehow), and for Anakin's sanity, they agreed to postpone this issue until end of the war. He would never forget the faces of the Council members' when he informed them about the child that Padme was carrying.(And the suppressed delight from a few members. Yes, like Master Plo Koon.)

Anakin was afraid, what would the Council decide for his fate, and Padme's and child's fate. In his cold head he knew he couldn't continue being Jedi Knight if he couldn't let go of his relationship. Maybe, it might be right to choose his family, if it's the true ones that give him joy and reason for living. It would be heartbreaking for leaving his long lived home, his another families, but he can make a touch with his Master and Ahsoka, maybe more freely with his emotions.

He knew it was not the shame thing to leave the Orders. When Barris got caught by Ahsoka before she was planning for bombing, she told her friend about her rage and despair, about how war changed them, how they keep this war continue and made more lives be suffered. Ahsoka was shocked by her words, and when Barris had long talk(if you could tell tearful shoutings as a talking) with her Master and meditated(if you could tell cuddling and napping together as a meditating) in a comfortable room for a long time, Ahsoka chose to leave her home, to rethink about her long laster questions in her mind. Anakin wanted to stop her, raged about how she left him, but in the end, he waited for her. And in the end, like Master Plo said, she came back to her Master.

And he also would never forget the face of Ahsoka when he and Obi-wan casually informed her that she would be aunt in a few months. No wonder she refused to talk with him for 3 days straight outside of debriefing.(But at least she talked to Padme with communication.)

If the war ends, many things will be changed, Anakin thought. Maybe not only in good way, but they would be changed, and the Order will be changed, and maybe the Republic will be changed. In a peaceful time, they could take care of themselves more properly. Padme and her fellow senators could talk about the agendas, like supporting devastated planets and sentients suffered through the war, the slavery problems, and giving the basic rights to Clones. His family could live in peace, no more worrying about the bombs and fires, death and pains.

Suddenly, Anakin's comm beeped.

Anakin checked his massage, it was from Obi-wan. He finally replied? That took a long time, too long time, considering that his Master already killed Grievous and joined his troopers a long time ago. The massage was text, which means they wouldn't be live chatting.

Something was wrong, Anakin thought as soon as he read about the massage from his Master.

'Betrayed. Don't trust the Republic. Hide with your Clones.'

Anakin looked to Ahsoka, who was alwo reading the massage in her communication. Her confused eye met with Anakin. What was Obi-wan telling them? Don't trust the Republic? Hide with Clones?

"General!"

Rex's desperate calling made Jedis snapped out from their mind. The Force was screaming, all over the places, in whole galaxy. Anakin looked to his Captain with alerted posture.

"We got a situation! Our troopers outside... they are being attacked by GAR, the Netborn troopers are attacking them!!"

Anakin finally came out of his shock, hurried to the closed door with his light saber in his hand. Ahsoka followed him, still confused and trembling.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"The Republic betrayed us. We need to escape."

Anakin was surprised how he was calm after he learned the fact that the Republic finally back stabbed them. It was like he knew they would do this in some day, and the doubt was in his mind from long time ago. He didn't have time to explain more to his Padawas, not his mans. He needed to protect them, and save them from betrayals.

"Master, did the GAR really...?"

"Take your saber, snips. We will protect the troopers until we reach the transportation."

Ahsoka did not make anymore questions. She ignited her saber like her Master, face determined for her friends. Rex also nobbed with his nervous face, and wore his helmet and ordered his troopers around.

"You heard the General, keep behind our Jedis and protect your brothers!"

"Oya!" The short chorus of troopers filled in room. Anakin took a last look behind him, checking if his Padawan and troopers ready, and finally opened the Door.

The corridor was still clear, but in distance, they could hear the firing shots and shoutings and cries.

Anakin wasn't sure how many of them would escape from this madness, how many were already gone, but he needed to save as many as can.

He was still Jedi, and as a Jedi, he protected the lives.

Cody watched in horror as his General fell down to waterfall. His troopers were also shocked in silence, until the bombs also fired to their side. Only a few of them managed to escape from position in one piece. Cody could hear his troopers screaming in confusion, screaming in pain as their body burned down and crushed by explosions. The desperate begging of their brothers to let them go and leave, telling them it's too late to save them. Cody forcefully dragged his shinies from wreckage, hiding in smoke. He needed to survive, he needed to find out what is happening to them. He needed to find his General, he couldn't be dead. The Jedi was always tough and crazy people, and Obi-wan would not die from this.

In the cover firing of his brothers, Cody and a few of troopers managed to get down to waterfall's downside. The lake was too peaceful, there was no body on ground or even on water. Where was his General? He couldn't be dead, Cody shouted for his General again and again. He couldn't, not even before-

And suddenly, the light dumping sound heard from their behind. Cody and his troopers turned around with their weapons on, but draw them down fast as they looked at their General standing in front of them with awkward smile.

"At easy, everyone. I'm here for peace."

Cody approached to Obi-wan, not caring about the distance bombing sounds, about the surprised face of his General as he moved, he just checked his General's body if he was hurt, if he was bleeding deeply in anywhere, if he was not the hallucination or the ghost or whatever. He needed to check that his General was alive.

"I'm in one piece, Cody. I'm here."

"General."

Cody looked to Obi-wan's face with a trembling voice.

"The GAR, they attacked us. They called us betrayal, and attacked you."

"I have no doubt about those facts. That somehow we Jedis and you Clones became the worst enemy of the Republic."

Obi-wan tried to remain his cool in this situation, but only Cody could notice that his General's voice was slightly in distress.

"Have you contacted with other Generals, sir?"

"They are comm silence. I managed to sent them a warning massage, but I'm not certain that how many of them will receive them before it's too late."

If the whole GAR, the Republic was chasing and hunting down them... Cody swallow his nervousness and tried to keep his calm. He needed to protect his General. He needed to lead his troopers to safe. He needed to think and act fast.

Obi-wan, sensing his dear Commander's anxiety and despair, he placed his both hands on Cody's shoulders, with the reassuring pressure. And gave him a warm smile.

"We are still alive, and together in here. I know we are all confused, but we will make this, Commander."

Cody nobbed. With his General, Ghost company can hide and survive under this madness. They will make it. Like always.

Cody's comm beeped, he checked the comm quickly. The massage from his brother, Rex. He was sending Clones the massage. Massage about the places they will gather, the warning about the Republic, the promises that they will meet soon alive. One of his brother was safe, at least this moment.

"General, I received massage from Captain Rex, they informed about a few places we will gather again."

Obi-wan's face had brightened for sudden. Cody could see his General worry about his old Padawan and grand Padawan. But he knew that even Rex was alive didn't mean that his General or Commander were alive together for sure. But they were one of the finest battalions in whole GAR, Cody just wished that many of 501st could make alive from Madalore.

"I suppose we need to meet another battalion, but I need to contact senators first."

By Obi-wan's voice, Vody looked at him with surprise while they were walking hurriedly under covering fire.

"Are you insane? The whole Republic is now our enemy, they will sell us!"

"Not all of them. I trust few of those people."

Cody rolled his eyes under helmet. His General wasn't really believing that they were safe to contact now?

"This is not about asking helps or supports. We may need to protect them as well."

Obi-wan told him with desperate voice. He never used those voice to Cody. He was professional Jedi, and the General who commanded whole battalion in harassing warzone. Cody finally looked to his General. Under the shadows and dusks, he finally saw his General's now exhausted and broken face.

"I need to contact to Padme. She was in danger as well, the Coruscant guards are protecting senators, but..."

"They are attacking senators too?"

"Only the ones who denied Chancellor. He ordered to execute everything who tries to stop this purge."

So the Chancellor was behind all of this. That bastard.

Now his other brothers are fighting in Coruscant, where was also Jedi's temple been placed. Fox always complained about how Chancellor blamed Jedis, and how he abused him and brothers to erase their individuality, and letting many netborn mess with them. He needed to shot that asshole, or at least let his brother commit his long wish.

Suddenly, Cody realized important fact. He got terrified from them.

"If Jedis in Coruscant are under attack... The Temple, they are being attacked now, right...?"

Obi-wan just nobbed, not answering with his voice anymore. If the Temple was being attacked, so many Padawans and younglings were also there, which means... No, if Coruscant guard decided to protect the senators, they would have gone to protect the Temple as well. They would never abandon Jedis, not after they saved Clones from slavery of chips.

Cody placed his hand to Obi-wan's neck, and gently dragged him, meeting their forehead in silence, despite the sounds of firing and bombing from distance. Troopers didn't stopped them, they knew they needed those small comforts for now. Cody spoke again after minute of silence.

"We will follow you. We will save them with you, General."

"I never doubted."

Obi-wan managed to answer with a wet voice.

"You are my gorgeous Commander, Cody."

Plo would never understand how he could manage to survive that crashing, When his troopers couldn't.

Maybe the warning, beeped in his communication suddenly, or maybe his sense from his species biology, or maybe the shoutings from his Wolfpack, calling him to get down from sky, or maybe because of his wingman's attempt to shield his General from fires behind them.

When Plo managed to gather conscious, he was being dragged by several strong arms from his former fighter's wreckage. He soon noticed, that the armors surrounding him were not grey like 104th's nor green like 442nd's. They were white like light, so they were Shinies. Confused with his still spinning head, he looked around, not noticing that he was crashed down directly to the Clone training position. Some troopers were injured or buried under wrecks, moaning or not making any sounds. Not even moving in pain. Plo sat up from his position in alert, despite the huge pains felt in everywhere in his body, but one Shiny pushed him down quickly.

"No, General. You can't stand right now!"

"The troopers... they are..."

"It's too late. You can't help them, not right now. We need to patch you first."

"Don't care about me, help your brothers. They need more help than me."

Shiny hesitated, not convinced while seeing Kel-Dor is gravelly injured by full force crashing. But Plo didn't care. He would not see anymore troopers suffered because of him, not after the Malevolence, not after Khorm.

Sudden explosion sound made them all trembled in area. Shinies looked around, confused and scared, and saw the Republic bombers approaching toward them from distance. The bombing was getting closer. Too closer.

Plo somehow knew what they were planning, despite he didn't really want to believe, but he shouted the warning to troopers around him, like the time when the original 104th were attacked by Malevolence.

"Brace for an impact!!"

Some Shinies throw themselves under the wreckage, but many of them couldn't move because of their injuries of the wreck which were pressing them on ground. Some Shines desperately attempted to drag their brothers from harm, but they knew, even with their own attached two legs, they would never be able to run away from bombing. The Shiny who was kneeling next to Plo tried to drag Jedi, only failing by the one last wreck that was trapping Plo's right arm in a twisted way.

"Go, hide from bombing now!"

Plo used his commanding voice to reason trooper, but the Shiny shaked his head and tried to move the wreck. It was too heavy for one man to lift. The bomber's sound was getting closer, Plo knew that it was too late for them to run away. So he did what he still could do: he threw himself on top of the Shiny, covering human with his own body. It was meaningless protest, but if the Force has mercy, Plo would give him all his Force to save this royal and brave trooper. He couldn't let him die.

The huge explosion heard from distance. Plo carefully looked up from ground, only seeing the bomber now going down with smoke coming from inside. And a few of fighters and gunships(Plo could notice the drawing in distance: Plo's bros, he never could miss that) were chasing it from side, and now approaching toward them with careful control.

The ships landed in distance, and right after that, the troopers inside ran out to Shinies, checking them and helping to move. In one of the fighter, one Commander shot out from the seat and ran to his General. Plo never felt this grateful to see his Commander again.

"General!!"

Wolffe almost threw himself to Plo's side. He quickly checked the situation, and helped Shiny to remove the wreck, finally freeing Plo's arm from restraint. The arm was twisted to the wrong side, but Plo still couldn't feel much of pain, maybe because of the shock. Wolffe assisted his General to stand up with Shiny in other side, and yelled to 104th and Shinies.

"Everyone, prepared to evacuation! We have limited places in gunships, so only immovable injured take the seats! The others will move on road under covering fire from Wolfpack!"

Many Shinies were still not aware of the situation, and some of them were too shocked to act anything, just blankly staring to Commander. Plo knew their reactions, and Wolffe did too, he also had experience with the shock from so much pain and grief. But there was no time to comfort or hug his brothers right now. They needed to escape and survive.

And Wolfpack will do anything to rescue his brothers, like they always did.

"I will be the one to lead the evacuation! If you have moving legs, assist your injured brother to gunships! We don't have much time, hurry!!"

The final shout from Commander made many Clones snapped out from shock, and they quickly moved to gather their brothers or move wreckages on Clones. Adove them, the remaining fighters were fighting with GAR to buy more times for evacuation.

Wolffe finally managed to drag his General to one of their Gunship. Comet on the ship dragged Plo in to seat and quickly checked his injuries. Sinker also appeared next to him, pulling out the medikit and bacta patches.

" You are really lucky to survive this, sir. This is a real mess."

"Is it fatal?"

Comet asked with worry in his voice.

"No, thankfully. At least in this situation. We have a lot more brothers in worse shape."

Sinker admitted with bitterness, placing patches in the worst of Plo's burns. The ship was already fully loaded with injured troopers, moaning and crying in pain and exhaustion. In the distance, Wolffe's voice heard again.

"Alright, that's everyone! Pilots, prepare for evacuation. The fighters will assist you until all Gunships arrive at the destination!"

With a quick answering, pilots moved to their ships. Warthog arrived at the Gunship where Plo was, with other Wolfpack members.

"General, I hope you don't mind some sickness. It will be a harsh ride."

"I have missed your unhindered driving as well, Warthog."

Plo's answer somehow managed Warthog to huff his little laughing despite the situation. He quickly moved to pilot's position while Wolffe and Boost approached to their pack.

"We will spread our team. Me and Boost will lead the evacuation on road, while you, Comet and Sinker take command of Gunships."

"Sir..."

Comet made protesting voice, but Wolffe stopped him with his hand up.

"They're no safe way in any way, and you need to lead the brothers, Comet. This is a difficult situation, but we still have the chance that we will all survive. We need to try best for this."

Like Malevolence, when their brothers were almost gone, and with no hope of being rescued or be founded, but Plo encourage them to never give up, and fight till the end for their survival, not losing their hope.

Plo never felt so proud of his mans. How they became stronger and braver despite the cruelty of this galaxy trying to smuggle them to dark.

Comet didn't argue anymore, and nobbed with determination. Sinker also nobbed and looked to Boost.

"Don't boost yourself without me."

"Hah, don't sink yourself when there's no me to drag your ass back."

Plo could feel the Wolffe's eyes rolling under his helmet.

Wolffe looked toward his General, one last moment, and raised his hand to gather Kel-Dor's hand together.

"Safe travel. And please watch my pack's back, General Plo."

"May the Force be with you all as well, Commander Wolffe."

He really wished for all of them to be with the Force. To the Force be with all of them.

I needed to write more but im tired sorry

Q. Plo's part is suspiciously longer

A. I beg your forgiveness. Wolfpack were my favorites and i couldn't help it

#star wars #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #plo koon #commander wolffe #what have i done #my au #my whump #my writing

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