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frostbitebakery · 7 months
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WILL YOU PLEASE RING IN YOUR DESTRUCTION
surrender au
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“Genera—“
Obi-Wan is already on his feet and running before a sickening crack cuts off the trooper’s warning.
Cody is hot on his heels, does not let the red lightning rumbling down from the sky freeze his movements even if his thoughts blank for the slice of a second.
He skids to a halt, blaster already drawn, ozone burning through his senses. He registers Obi-Wan lowering his hand—
“Cody, I want every man to back away fifty feet. Close the perimeter but don’t interfere unless I say so.”
That’s not Obi-Wan. Washed out and grey, veins prominent and red and broken. But it’s the same face, underneath it all. The not Obi-Wan sighs in disappointment at— fuck- fuck, that’s Wooley’s paint, Wooley’s body lying on its stomach, visor staring up at the sky.
“Are you alright?” There’s a soldier, back towards them, heavily armed, and voice too, too familiar for comfort.
The facsimile smiles ruefully. “I’m fine,” he reassures as if he hasn’t just killed— “He was so loud.”
“Cody,” Obi-Wan, his one, says and he remembers his orders.
The soldier sighs, gently takes one of the not Obi-Wan’s - precisely scarred, what happened - hand in his own gloved one and squeezes.
Activating the battalion frequency is second nature by now. “Perimeter 50 feet from hostiles. Do not engage. Wait on the General’s orders. I repeat, do not engage until further notice.”
“You’re starting negotiations somewhat abruptly,” the soldier scolds with a smile in his voice.
His Obi-Wan takes a step forward, hands vanishing in his robes.
“He’s trying to find the difference,” the— the wrong— yellow eyes flick over the soldier’s shoulder at his General, a bright smile blooming on dry lips - the utterly wrong Obi-Wan— “Oh…”
The soldier turns around like an afterthought, like there aren’t dozens of blasters and a Jedi Master focused on him. A cybernetic eye whirrs, scar tissue tight and just as familiar as the voice’s cadence. An unimpressed look washes over Cody and he can feel his hackles rise despite himself, swallowing up the fear of what-ifs turning all too real.
With a twist and turn the wrong Obi-Wan, the Sith, is around Cody’s doppelgänger, the cane sharply digging into the ground.
“General, behind me,” the soldier orders, is promptly ignored in favor mad yellow eyes digging into Obi-Wan.
“You’re so Light,” the Sith whispers to himself, taking another step forward to Cody’s General.
The soldier - Cody will deal with the implications of it all, but later - snags an arm around the Sith’s waist and pushes him behind the bulk of his body, careful and practiced. He musters Obi-Wan noncommittally. “Is he what you’re looking for?”
“Cody, they’re all so Light.”
The soldier nods, hand drifting towards - Obi-Wan’s, what the hells - the lightsaber clipped to his chestplate.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan, Cody’s, says with a polite incline of his head, “we do try not to succumb to the Dark Side around here. It’s splendid for my youthful looks, evidently.”
The Sith smiles in cracked stretches, takes a step forward like a moth to a flame until he bumps into the soldier’s outstretched arm. “Would you like to discuss your surrender, General Kenobi?”
Obi-Wan folds his hands behind his back, his own smile going tight, and Cody sees the hand signals. “Over a cup of tea, perhaps?”
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flimsy-spine · 5 months
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damn bitch, we get it already
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violetvulpini · 2 months
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Who are they fighting I wonder?
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ahc-au · 2 months
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The full banner didn't quite fit, so here's the bigger version!
--Adelram
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paunchsalazar · 1 year
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watching Unsleeping City season 2 while I work…
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yukipri · 2 months
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They're so in synch, and so utterly captivated
Left lil boy is Rex (Snowshoe), right lil boy is Cody (Siamese)
Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens
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enjxlrass · 9 months
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tranar bal dha
@codywanweek day 4: light & dark
this one took so long it’s not even funny 💀
anyways, this is my last piece for the week (unless I can somehow finish my day 5 piece I started by tmrw which is…. not happening), this was so fun and I can’t wait for next year :)
closeups under the cut :]
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coline7373 · 1 year
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"Her hair is dark and her nose is soft on the bridge and rounded all over. Her lips and eyebrows- even her tiny little jawline that judders when she cries - it's all Cody, its all Rex, and Wolffe and Ponds and Monnk and Fox -"
1861 c.100 s.60 by qigiined
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lionfloss · 2 years
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Cody Cobb
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frostbitebakery · 6 months
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There’s a room where the Light won’t find you
Surrender AU
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There are certain misconceptions when it comes to the… the them of them, Cody has to admit.
“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says instead of answering the same question the Commander has asked him twice now. The statement sits uncomfortable under his breastbone. He lost count how often he’s had to say it in his life.
“Are you that codependent,” the replica of his mouth snarks back. Curious, usually he and his counterparts have more patience than this.
The answer to that is a definite yes. Obi-Wan and he, they’re woven together. Only Obi-Wan’s lightsaber could cut them apart. He wonders where it is after they’ve taken it from its resting place above his heart.
“You’ll protect it,” Obi-Wan had asked, voice cracking and begging, closing Cody’s palms around the weapon’s hilt. It had been after Ghost had rescued them from that hellhole, after Obi-Wan’s hands had become too weak to wield his lightsaber despite the trials of reconstructive surgeries and physical therapy.
“Like your life,” Cody had sworn, lips finally not sore anymore from the ripped out stitches, the punishments from their captors that were so much more effective when delivered on Cody than Obi-Wan himself.
“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says again.
The Commander pushes out a sigh. “He’s… okay.”
Debatable. Cody isn’t there and no one knows - can know - how Obi-Wan’s hands spasm after a while, how his knee is acting up. How his grip on himself has been slipping, recently. The tight control even in the chaos had held steady for so long. Because even changed like this, Obi-Wan has been a master of his own self. Until they found these counterparts at least.
They’re so Light, hammers into Cody’s head.
“General Kenobi is asking him some questions himself,” the Commander states like he’s dangling bait.
Cody sincerely wishes him good luck with that. Getting an answer to “What do you want for breakfast” is a discovery of heretofore unknown wells of patience and the higher ground most days. Honey toast, by the way. “I would like to have proof of life of my General.”
Cody, they’re so Light. Obi-Wan is alone with a beacon to the Light he’s been desperately searching for in dozens of universes. He will do something well-thought-through and stupidly risky.
The Commander watches him for a few long moments, and Cody watches right back. He doesn’t smirk in triumph when the Commander activates the comm on his vambrace.
“General, could you put—,” Cody’s mouth twitches at the Commander’s faltering, the steeling for the reality of them, “the Sith on the comm?”
A moment later Obi-Wan is in the holo. Bound but whole, because the good guys don’t believe in torture. “Are you alright?” he asks, sickly golden eyes roving over what the holo displays of Cody.
Cody smiles, softening further once Obi-Wan echoes him with his own. “Yes. You?”
There’s misconceptions about them. Other people’s delusions of knowing them seem to think Obi-Wan and he can only be brutal, be cruel and harsh. Towards everyone else, and towards each other. Trapped in a bloody dance or something rivaling that kind of stupid. Those people don’t, thankfully, know the gentleness flowing through their touches. They kiss the other in reverence, soft and precious monster. What is between them, a connection forged in blood and pain, is anything but. It’s the one thing where they’re truly selfish. Holding each other close, burrowed into each other.
When Obi-Wan had asked him what he wants, the answer had been simple and sprouting thorns.
“You,” Cody had answered, sure and steadfast.
Obi-Wan had almost flinched, cane scraping over the floor. “Even as I am now?”
Always. At every second their lives had existed in orbit to each other. Every possible face Obi-Wan had worn, Cody had wanted him. But— “I think,” he had replied, stroking the paper-thin grey skin under a yellow eye, “this is the only version I’m allowed to have.”
“I miss you,” Obi-Wan says on the holo, and Cody goes cold.
“Obi-Wan, don’t—“
The connection winks out and he knows that it was Obi-Wan, that the Force suppression cuffs must have some fault he detected and exploited.
He whips his head up, urgency clocking in inside his chest and ticking. “Stun him,” he grits out, just to not yell, and startles the Commander. “Make him unconscious any way necessary.” He swallows. “But please don’t kill him.” I need him.
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nhyhu · 2 years
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late night on the negotiator
also some process stuff
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cc1010fox · 4 months
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Bly, being escorted into Fox's office: What is this? Why are you three so excited? Wolffe: You're not going to believe this. Cody: So Fox is in love with Thorn-- Rex: But Thire is in love with Fox. Bly, looking at Fox, who isn't really paying them any mind: ...Is that true? Stone, after entering the office: Uh...Is there a meeting happening? Fox: No. They're just entertained by my plight. Stone: Plight? Fox: Yes...It's about my relationship with Thorn... Stone: You two aren't breaking up, are you? Fox: No...I--It's complicated... Stone: So you...might be? Fox: If Thire has anything to say about it... Stone, coming to an understanding: I see...Thire wants to be with you instead... Cody, Rex, & Wolffe: Yes! Bly: This seems serious, guys. We should leave them alone... Cody, Rex, & Wolffe: Shhh! Fox: I don't know what to do... Stone: Thorn won't agree to...a poly relationship? Fox: Not with Thire... Cody: He's a threat! Rex: Episode three was totally setting us up for Fox choosing Thire. He definitely has feelings for him. Wolffe: I just hope he chooses the one he loves... Bly: Wh--Episode three? Are you treating Fox's relationship problems like a series? Stone: I think the problem is you're only considering two options, to break Thire's heart or to lose Thorn. Fox: Are you saying there's a third option? Cody, leaning forward: A third option? Rex, wide-eyed: Oh my stars...Is it Stone? Wolffe: Is a love square a thing!? Bly: ...I hate that I'm dying to know... Stone: You could always tell two of your commanders to keep their mouths shut while you sleep with all of your commanders. Cody: OHHH! Rex: I CALLED IT! Wolffe: Would Thire agree to that, though? Bly: You're worried about Thire? What about Thorn? Fox: I couldn't do that...Well, I mean I could, but-- Stone, leaning closer to Fox: What he doesn't know can't hurt him, Commander. Besides, neither one of them is particularly...dominant, and I know you're eager to give up control. Fox, clearing his throat: And that's my cue to get to that meeting I have scheduled. Things are a little too hot in here. Cody: ...Stone, since Fox is busy-- Rex: Wait...Is that the end? Wolffe: It was either that or a sex scene. Bly, frustrated: But...this is a love story, right? If Fox loves Thorn, he wouldn't--Would he? Guys, you watched the other episodes! Fill me in!
Episode One Episode Two Episode Three
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violetvulpini · 1 year
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Some mock book cover sets I made for my fic Fire and Stones!
[Please reblog if you can!]
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mandos-mind-trick · 8 months
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The Video - Part 2
Summary: You and Cody race to do damage control after his mistake.
Pairing: Commander Cody x reader
Warnings: Lots of mentions of a sex tape, excessive use of the word ass, men being gross (not clones though they're gentlemen...well...most of them), may give you secondhand embarrassment, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, feelings, okay it's mostly a crackfic more than anything else
A/N: Whatever aligned in the universe that allowed me to pump out 4k words today after a week of nothing, bless you. The long awaited sequel. I decided not to add in smut since it didn't really feel right. It's kinda serious with lots of jokes thrown in to lighten it up. Also a few hints at some...things, so...if you can figure those out then cookies for you!!
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You hit him with surprising strength. Maybe it was the anger burning through you, or perhaps it was the shock he had to be feeling that left him so vulnerable and allowed for you to force him into the supply closet rather easily. 
“What the fuck did you do?” You hiss at him under your breath as soon as the door closes. 
He’s standing there, wide eyed and lips parted as he tries to process what he had just seen. You’re angry. Beyond angry. It burns through you red hot, heating your entire body so much you feel like you’re standing next to an open fire. Shame also burns through you, fueling the fire. The entire GAR has seen parts of you that were meant to be kept private. Though it would be impossible for anyone to figure out it was you, the knowledge that likely even GAR command and the Generals have seen you naked by this point is enough to send you spiraling. 
“How the fuck did this happen, Cody?” You breathe, trying to calm yourself enough that you don’t punch the Marshal Commander standing in front of you. 
“I-I don’t know.” He says, running a hand through his hair, brows furrowing in stress. “I swear I dropped it into my private files.” 
“Well, you obviously didn’t!” You snap, not even feeling guilty when he flinches. “Now my bare ass is all over the GAR network.” 
“It’s a nice ass.” He shrugs. 
He nearly folds under your glare. You could probably scare the General with a look like that. 
“Fix this.” You grit out from between your teeth. 
He nods slowly, brain trying to get over the shock of what had happened and formulate a plan at the same time. “Right. I can access the GAR servers and delete the video. That will prevent anyone from accessing it and downloading it. Of course, if it’s already been downloaded, then that’s going to pose an issue.” 
“Yeah? Figure that out too.” You take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before you let it out. “I’m going to go do my job and when I’m done, that video better be history.” You command. 
He has half a mind to salute you, but you might actually hit him. 
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You hate it. Every person you pass, clone or civilian, on the way from the barracks to the hangar is a reminder of what happened. They’ve likely all seen the video. You wouldn’t be surprised if it made it past the confines of the GAR and onto the holoweb for anyone in the galaxy to see.
You can just imagine the title it’s been bestowed with. 
“Hot chick bangs clone trooper.” 
“Human girl takes huge clone dick.” 
“Barrack bunny commands clone trooper in bed.” 
“Sexy civilian fucks the brain right out of a Marshal Commander causing him to accidentally upload their sex tape onto the GAR server.” 
You want to scream. You had screamed into your pillow before exiting the barracks. You could scream again. You could scream until you have no voice left. 
You curse hyperspace as you make your way into the hangar. If the ship had still been docked on Coruscant, you might have just packed your bag and deserted the army. Hidden out in the underworld until it was safe for you to emerge. If you emerged at all. Instead you’re stuck on this floating prison hurtling at light speed through hyperspace to its next battle with all of its inhabitants replaying your sex tape over and over. 
You really want to scream as you spot your fellow civilian mechanics all huddled around a datapad. You don’t have to approach to know what they’re watching. Everyone was watching it.
“Hey, have you seen the video?” One of your coworkers asks as you grab a different datapad. 
You fight the inner panic rising. You have to play this cool. Any strange behavior or answer might make them suspicious. “Yeah.” You answer, not looking up. “Who hasn’t?” 
“Kriff, I wish that were me.” Another one says. “She’s so hot!” 
Your hands tighten just a little around the datapad. Being forced into a room of people watching the video was hard enough. The commentary is going to make you snap. 
“Who do you think it is?” Your coworker asks as he leans his arm on your shoulder. 
“Don’t know.” You duck out from under him, nearly making him fall over. “All I’ve heard is it’s probably some barrack bunny.” Saying it nearly has your cheeks burning again. 
“Whoever she is, I’d like to know so I can hit her up, if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows, the others all laughing. 
“We have work to do.” You snap, holding up the datapad in your hand. “We have inspections to do and not a lot of time to do them.” 
They all grumble, but they know you’re right. If you can’t get the inspection report to the Admiral in time, you’ll all have hell to pay. 
“You’re awful tense this morning.” Your coworker says as he follows you to the nearest gunship. 
“We have a lot to do before the boys can ship out.” You say. “And you’re sitting around watching porn.” 
“We’re just having fun.” He shrugs. 
“Have fun on shore leave.” You push the datapad into his chest a little too hard. “You’re on duty as soon as you step on this ship.” 
“Obviously not everyone agrees with that.” Another coworker says as he passes by, making everyone laugh. 
You’re fuming. You had thought you could play it cool, but you should have known better. You’re one of the few women on this ship, the others all being medics. Of course they wouldn’t care about some poor girl being broadcast across the GAR for anyone to see, regardless of who it was. 
You should have gone to medical school. 
“Aww man. It’s gone.” Someone complains. 
You step around a gunship out of sight, leaning against the side. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, the tenseness of your shoulders easing. At least Cody had managed that bit. 
“Don’t worry, I downloaded it.” 
The relief is gone.
***
“I know the food’s bad, but I don’t think glaring at it is going to change anything.” 
You nearly jump as a tray is placed next to yours. You look stressed, you know you do. You had barely managed to get through half of the day between your coworkers comments and the video constantly being replayed around you despite it being removed from the server. 
Waxer and Boil seat themselves on either side of you. Two clone troopers you were hoping to avoid. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them. You love Waxer and Boil. They never cease to make you laugh and you consider them your friends. But you know they’re going to want to talk about the video. The last thing you want to do right now is talk about the video. You’re at your limit, and you might do something stupid. 
“The General is calling a meeting later.” Waxer says. “I bet it’s about the video.” 
“I overheard Cody saying all the Legions are holding meetings to talk about it.” Boil says. “Probably gonna come up with some kind of punishment for watching it on duty.” 
Good. You think. At least that way you could avoid it during the work day. Of course, you’ll have to avoid common areas for a while.
“We’ve got a plan, though.” Boil continues. 
Your breath catches in your lungs. Your hand tightens around your fork, the lumps of “food” on your tray looking even less appetizing than they had moments ago. 
“We’re going to figure out who it is.” Waxer says, leaning in close. “We’ve already got some headway in our quest.” 
You take a sip of your drink, wishing it was something much stronger. “Like what?” You ask, cursing the way your voice shakes. 
Boil pulls out a datapad, setting it up right in front of you so all three of you can see. You wish you could be anywhere but here right now he pulls up screenshots of the video. Thankfully they’re zoomed in, any shots of your body, or Cody’s are unrecognizable and blurry. 
Boil flips through screenshot after screenshot. “It’s definitely a commander, whoever it was.” He says. “These are commander's quarters on a starship. And it’s definitely a clone.” He says, flipping through very zoomed in shots of Cody’s lower body. 
“Too bad she’s human. Would have been really easy to figure out who it was if she wasn’t.” Waxer says, wiggling his brows. 
You know what they’re implying. They probably deserve a reprimand for even suggesting it, for speaking about a General and a commander in that way, but you don’t have it in you to scold them. Besides, it’s not exactly a secret that rumors float around about the 327th. 
You can’t say much, you’re fucking a Marshal Commander of the GAR. Well, you were. 
Cody will be lucky if you let him within breathing distance of you ever again. 
“We’re looking at any possible identifying marks on either of them.” Waxer says. “We may be clones, but we do have subtle differences.” 
“Besides, I’m not likely to forget a body like that.” Boil says, whistling lowly as he flips to a screenshot of you on your stomach, the curves of your body very visible from the angle.
You wore your loosest fitting uniform today for that very reason. One less chance of someone staring at you just a little too hard, in the video and in person. 
You just hope Waxer and Boil don’t have that kind of intimate knowledge of Cody’s anatomy. 
“So, what do you say?” Boil asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “You in?” 
You blink at him for a moment. “Oh, uh, I’m kind of busy right now. Inspections and stuff, you know.” You stand, not having touched your food but you haven’t had much of an appetite all day. “But, uh, let me know if you do figure it out?” 
You’d know if they did really figure it out regardless. 
***
You want to cry. You feel like you might as you enter your barracks. The medics are on break, their last moment to get some rest before the guys ship out tomorrow and they begin a long stretch of treating injuries. 
Naturally, they’re all discussing the video. 
Sitting through the meeting with the entirety of the population on The Negotiator had almost been unbearable. You had been squished between Waxer and Boil and their quiet discussion of their investigation hadn’t helped any. They weren’t much closer to figuring out who it was in the video, but they were determined. 
You’re not sure you’ve seen them so determined about anything since the last prank they pulled on Cody. 
You had been able to see Cody from where you were sitting. He had been cool and collected as always, nothing to give any hint at his involvement in the situation. Nothing to hint he was the reason they were having it in the first place. 
You wished you could have that much composure. 
Listening to the General and the Admiral discuss the situation and the video had felt almost demeaning. The shame that had coursed through you was enough to send your head spinning. You had feigned exhaustion, glad it was Boil next to you as you leaned against him for support. 
At least they had banned it from being played on duty or in any common areas. 
The GAR was calling for all datapads to be wiped as well, to remove any downloads or copies of the video that might slip through the cracks. That would have to wait until after the campaign, though. 
You silently thank Cody. As mad as you were at him, he was at least trying to rectify this. You’re not sure you’ll be able to forgive him, or trust him with something like this again, but he was trying. 
“It’s demeaning, just standing around watching things like that.” One of the medics says as you sink down on your thin mattress. It’s far from comfortable, but right now, you’d take anything. 
You’re exhausted from the stress of the day. It feels like it’s been a week, not a few hours since Cody’s mistake. It almost feels surreal now that your homemade sex tape found its way onto the GAR server for anyone to see. For all of the GAR to see. They had seen, even the higher ups. Even the Jedi. 
You lay yourself out, covering your face with the pillow. You wish you could disappear, that some portal might open under your bed and swallow you whole. 
“I can only imagine how your day went.” Your bunk mate says, squeezing your leg. “Alone with all those men in the hangar.” 
“It was nonstop.” You say, lifting the pillow just enough that your words are audible. “All day. Playing it, talking about it.” 
“At least they’re banning it from work spaces.” She says, climbing onto the bunk. “If I have to hear it one more time I’m going to smash all the datapads on this ship.” 
“Whoever she is, she’s one lucky girl.” Someone else says. 
Calls of agreement ring out around the barracks. 
“What I wouldn’t give to bag just one of them, and there’s some lucky lady out there with a commander totally in love with her.” She sighs, dropping dramatically on her bed. 
“How do you know they’re in love?” You ask, removing the pillow from your face. 
“Just by the way they interact.” The girl on the bunk beside yours says. “The way he touches her, the way he moves. He’s down bad for her.” 
You try to keep your cheeks from warming once again. Is Cody in love with you? You had never teased the idea. What you two had was purely physical, good fun and stress release. Nothing more. Or...was it? Even in your roughest, most desperate moments there was a tenderness to Cody when it came to you. You should feel at least a little proud that you made the pinnacle of control that was Marshal Commander Cody so pussy drunk he messed up in the worst way possible, but was there more to it? 
Is Cody in love with you? 
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You’re half asleep at breakfast. The campaign will begin in a matter of hours. It will be quiet for a while for you at the start before the calls start coming in. Ships coming back for emergency servicing, requests for more ammo, more supplies, more ships, more troops. You’d be in the heat of it in the hangar, and the chances you’d get to rest over the next few weeks were going to be few and far between. 
So were your chances to see Cody. 
You jump as trays hit the table next to you, blinking away the bleariness as you glance between Waxer and Boil. They’re both grinning, mischievous glints in your eyes. You’ve gone the whole two hours you’ve been up without thinking about the video, too tired to put much thought into it, but now...now you’re worried. 
Had they figured it out somehow? 
Waxer sets a datapad in a familiar spot in front of you at the table. He pulls up a screenshot from the video, obviously not deterred by the new rules about having the video in common areas. 
“Look.” Waxer says, pointing to a very blurry, zoomed in screenshot of the side of Cody’s ass. “There’s a mark right there.” 
You squint at the blurry dark spot. You wipe the screen to make sure it’s not something stuck, but it’s not. There is, in fact, a small dark spot on Cody’s ass. You’ve never noticed it before. 
“Okay?” You say, staring at the screen still. 
“I don’t have one of those.” Waxer says. 
“Neither do I. We checked.” Boil continues. “We checked with a few others too. So whoever this is, has a unique spot right on his ass.” 
“And...what do you plan to do with this information?” You ask, looking between them. “Ask every clone commander in the GAR to pull down his pants so you can check for a spot on his ass cheek?” 
Waxer rests his chin on his hand, brows furrowing. “That is going to be a complication.” 
“Besides, how can you be sure it was a commander?” You continue, desperate to get them off the case before either they figured it out, or got in trouble for still having the video and many, many screenshots of it. “How do you know it’s not someone else using the commander’s quarters for more privacy. I wouldn’t want to film in the barracks if it were me.” 
They share a look over your head. “You’re right. This is going to be harder than we thought.” 
You pat their shoulders as you stand, an idea beginning to form in your mind. “Worry about the battle right now. You can do this when you get back.” 
You give them both a smile before you head towards the hangar, your stomach fluttering nervously. You hadn't slept much last night, your thoughts racing, replaying and analyzing every interaction you’ve had with Cody, both private and public. Things you might have overlooked, hidden signs that he harbors more for you than just lust.
You had also come up with a plan, a plan you were determined to enact before he shipped off to the planet where he’d spend what was going to likely be weeks in the heat of battle. He’d be planetside the entire fight, doing his job as commander. 
You nervously rock on your toes as you wait for Cody. You hadn’t warned him you were waiting, hadn’t told him you were going to confront him. He probably had so much to think about, so much to worry about the last thing he needs is an ambush by you, but you have to know. You have to know before you’re stuck worrying for weeks whether or not you’ll ever get to know. 
You all but ram into him, sending him stumbling into a closet as he walks by. It’s nothing but fate that you were alone in the hallway, that no one was walking by or walking with him to prevent this from happening. 
He rights himself as the closet door closes, staring at you with wide eyes. His gaze softens, an almost guilty look crossing his face as he recognizes you. He says your name quietly, the guilt prevalent in his tone. 
“I’m so sorry.” He says, avoiding looking at you. “I should have been more careful. I put us both at risk and then everyone was talking about it all day and I can’t imagine how horrible it was for you to have to listen to that nonstop.” 
“Yeah, it was pretty awful.” You say, swallowing the lump in your throat. 
“I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgive me. I wouldn’t blame you if you said you never wanted to see me again. You didn’t deserve this and it’s not fair to you. I know my apologies don’t mean anything, and it can never totally be undone, but I’ve been trying hard to rectify this and-” 
“Shut up.” You cut him off. You kind of liked him groveling a bit and it was reassuring he at least feels bad for it. You knew it wasn’t intentional. You knew he didn’t mean to do it. You know he feels bad, he’ll likely always feel bad about it. He can save the apologies for later. You need to ask him before you lose your nerve. “Shut up and listen.”
He blinks at you in surprise, but he stays quiet. You’d get one hell of a reprimanding if you ever spoke like that to him outside private spaces. 
You take a breath, staring into those dark eyes. “Do you love me?”
His eyes widen just a bit, lips parting as he takes in your words. It’s bold, asking so directly, but you don’t have a lot of time. He’s shipping out in less than an hour. You could save the fluffy words for when he comes back. 
“Some of the girls in the barracks last night were talking about the video and they said they could tell they love each other just by the way they move. The way you touch me.” You step up closer to him, close enough to touch. “I never noticed it, I never really bothered to. I didn’t think...it was just supposed to be for pleasure, right? But...someone who’s supposed to be just a casual fling isn’t supposed to look at me like that.” 
He gulps, his hand slowly lifting to your arm. His gloved fingers are warm, even through the thick material of your uniform. You know what they feel like against your bare skin. You know how dangerous those hands can be, but you also know how soft they can be. How gentle. 
How loving. 
“It’s a risk.” He finally says, breaking eye contact. “Fraternization of any kind could lead to decommission, even a court-martial. If anyone found out...both of us would get in trouble. It would be an abuse of authority, we could both face consequences...” 
Your stomach starts to sink. He’d never voiced his concerns to you. You knew it was a risk getting involved with him, you knew what would happen if anyone found out. He had never shown any concern for the rules. Perhaps, though, with his mistake, his mind had changed.
“I never cared.” He continues, his fingers trailing up to your shoulder. “It was worth the risk, you were worth the risk. It was supposed to be casual. Nothing more than some stress release. Plenty of others do it.” His hand continues to your neck, cupping the back of it. “It wasn’t supposed to become love.” 
His words take a moment to process in your mind. He loves you. He loves you. It is true. It wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you, hoping for something more in those glances, in those touches. 
Cody loves you. 
“Cody,” You whisper as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 
“I didn’t know how. I wasn’t sure it was what you wanted.” His breath is warm across your face. You’ve been this close before, you’ve been closer before, but none of it had felt like this. “I would happily suffer in silence if it meant I got to keep you forever.” 
You laugh, lifting your hands to cup his face. “You idiot.” Your thumbs rub his cheeks. “I love you too.” 
He closes the distance between you two, kissing you softly. It’s different from the other kisses you’ve shared. The passionate ones, the heated ones in the throes of lust. This one is soft, emotional, full of the unspoken love you both share. 
You hate having to pull away from him as his comm beeps. You hate that you’ve waited this long to notice, this long to say anything. He’s going away to war where the chances of him dying are high, and you’ll be stuck here, helpless to listen to the comms and hope his name doesn’t come up, or his body isn’t delivered on a gunship. 
“Say it.” You whisper, holding him close to you just for a moment longer. 
“I love you.” He says it with such conviction it almost knocks you off your feet. 
A smile tugs at your lips as you release him, letting him adjust himself before you sneak out of the closet. The halls are thankfully empty as everyone is gathering to prepare for shipping out. You wish you could hold his hand as you walk, but it’s too risky. Even if you managed to brush it off as nothing but emotional support for the rapidly approaching campaign, there’s too much going on right now. 
The last thing you need is someone else investigating you two and finding out Cody does, in fact, have a mark on his ass cheek that matches the one in the video. 
“Commander Cody.” 
A voice at the other end of the hall has you both freezing. Your heart drops into your stomach, and your stomach drops through the floors under you and out the bottom of the ship. You both turn, your face probably a painting of guilt and terror as you face General Kenobi. 
“Sir.” Cody salutes him.
You manage a stiff salute as well. 
“We’re deploying in ten minutes.” General Kenobi says. “It’s time for a final gear check.” 
“Yes, sir.” Cody nods, gripping his helmet just a little tighter. 
“Also,” Your hope for a quick retreat is squashed as the General eyes you both. “I would suggest a little more care is used when saving your...personal files.” 
You think you might die on the spot, a nervous sweat breaking out across your entire body. He knows. He knows and you’re about to get fired, or worse, court-martialed. It’s over. It’s over before it even got a chance to start. 
“I will see you in the hangar in eight minutes.” He says before walking past you to the lifts. 
You stare after him in shock. The General knew. He knew it was at least Cody in the video. He hadn’t seemed like he was going to report you, in fact he hadn’t seemed bothered at all. 
You turn to look at Cody wide eyed. “He knows.” 
Cody nods. “Yes. He does.” 
Your gaze moves back to the lifts, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. You’re not sure you’re going to last with all the stress, and there’s still an entire campaign to get through. 
“Wait-” You hold your hand out before Cody can walk away. “How exactly did he know it was you?” 
Cody’s lips lift in a smirk, his shoulder lifting in a shrug. “No idea. Must be a Jedi thing.” 
You squint your eyes at his back as he makes his way to the lifts. “Yeah, a ‘Jedi thing.’” 
***
Everyone is exhausted. You can feel it in the air without even having to look at anyone. Even those of you that hadn’t seen any combat were feeling it, your own feet dragging as you move through the mess line. You need a long sleep and a few stiff drinks before you’ll even begin to feel back to normal. Everyone is moving slowly, bodies slumped over trays at tables, some having even fallen asleep sitting up. 
You drag yourself to the table Cody is sitting at, taking the seat across from him. You stare down at the “food” on your tray, none of it appetizing but you are hungry. 
You also haven’t heard mention of the video in weeks. 
It’s been a nice break, everyone too focused on staying alive and keeping others alive to make any mention of it. Things have settled and before long some other controversy will start and most of them will forget it ever happened. 
Two trays hit the table on either side of you, making you jump. You glance to both sides as Waxer and Boil take their seats next to you. They both look tired, but they also look disappointed. 
“What happened to you two?” You ask, looking between the two pouting clones. 
“Someone deleted all our research.” Boil says. “Every last screenshot and file is gone.” 
You pout in sympathy, patting his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know you put a lot of work into that.” 
He nods. “We were so close. Now it was all for nothing.” 
You glance across at Cody’s raised eyebrow, giving him a sly wink before you go back to comforting the two dejected clones. 
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