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Star Wars Fanfiction #3

A Morning Surprise✨

Rex yawned and stretched his arms above his head as he stepped out of his room, freshly showered and dressed. And tired. Why had his general chosen to hold a security training session so early in the morning? An afternoon would have been enough. Maybe he filed a complaint...

The door to the opposite room opened. It’s Cody’s. But it wasn’t his brother who stepped out. Rex blinked and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Blinked one more time. Was he hallucinating?

He asked cautiously, “I’m always glad to see you, brother, but what are you doing in Cody’s room so early in the morning?”

Caught in the act, Obi-Wan flinched and scratched the back of his neck. “Well, Rex...” The Jedi didn’t get any further, because Cody was right behind him. And he leaned against his back, his chin resting on his shoulder. He seemed to only register Rex peripherally.

“Don’t forget your lightsaber, Obi-Wan.” Cody attached the weapon to his belt as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The Jedi grinned crookedly. “Oh, thank you, my dear.” A quick kiss on the cheek. A quick glance at Rex. Then Obi-Wan walked away quickly. Cody leaned in the doorway, watching him go.

And with one stroke, the tiredness vanished from Rex’s body. “Well, look who’s here.” He crossed his arms, grinning. “You and Kenobi.” A couple. It was about time.” Silently, Cody took the path to the dining hall. With a few strides, Rex was at his side, putting a brotherly arm around his shoulders. And he said, “I want to hear everything. And don’t worry, I’m good at holding a secret. I promise, brother.”

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me * hands echo a flower for a hat :3* here ya go buddy :D

Echo: *takes gently the flower* thank you :3

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Cody: Babe, stay back. I'll handle this.

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The boys found a mysterious weird blue box 👀

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Obi-Wan: Yea, just me, my boyfriend ... and my boyfriend's emotional support brother.

Obi-Wan:

Obi-Wan: I swear, I love him.

Rex: love you too, brother.

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Cody: And then I called him 'Babe' ... In front of the troops!

Rex: there there, vod

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✨ Rescue of Codywan ✨

Anakin, Ahsoka and part of the 501st came to the rescue of Obi-Wan and Cody, who had found refuge in a cave.

Ahsoka: I sense Master Obi-Wan. They must be in there.

Anakin: Yes... Let’s not waste any time.

They ventured into the cave and quickly found the two missing men. Anakin looked at the sleeping men, visibly relieved. Obi-Wan and Cody lay head to head, one arm outstretched. Their fingertips were almost touching. The Jedi’s robe was spread over Cody.

Ahsoka: Master, shouldn’t we, well, wake them up?

Anakin: In a moment, Ahsoka. First I need a holo - just in case.

Ahsoka:

Ahsoka: You never need anything ‘just in case. Admit it, you want to annoy Master Obi-Wan and... Rex, not you too!

Rex, armed with a datapad, stood in front of the sleeping men. Sighing, Anakin’s Padawan clutched her head. Only the grin betrayed her.

Rex: Don't worry, Kid. I just want something to tease Cody with for a long time to come.

Kix: That’s really inappropriate, Captain. General Kenobi and Cody could have gotten hypothermia. And you’re standing there taking holos of them!

Rex:

Rex: You can get a copy, brother.

Anakin: I want a copy, too, Rex.

Rex: Of course, General.

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Caption this: What are they talking about?

... And what the kriffing is Obi-Wan doing?

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Star Wars Fanfiction #2

One-Sided Rivalry✨

Relentlessly, the battle droids fired at the dome-shaped plasma shield that stretched over the building. When the bombardment stopped, it was only because the clattering frames needed to reload. Sighing, Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair, turned his back on the droids, and went back inside.

The clone troopers of the 212th and 104th had gathered in small groups. They were engrossed in conversations or card games. Some were cleaning their blasters for the umpteenth time. Other activities did not exist in this building, which must have once been a sacred temple. So much Obi-Wan had discovered during a tour. Dozens of statues of important figures and ancient hand-painted paintings definitely indicated a civilization. Obi-Wan sighed deeply. He regretted that the temple had to be converted into their hideout a few days ago. But they had no other choice. It was already a miracle that the temple had shield generators. The only question was how long they could withstand the bombardment of the battle droids until reinforcements arrived.

“What the ...?” Abruptly, Obi-Wan stopped, hardly believing his eyes. Commander Wolffe sat cross-legged on the ground, polishing his helmet—unaware of who was lurking above him.

Cody. In full gear. He was hanging in the corner thanks to his grappling hook, his feet pressed against the wall, a vibroblade in his free hand. And then he suddenly let himself fall. Caught off guard by his partner’s action, Obi-Wan reacted too slowly. Wolffe, on the other hand ... The Commander was immediately on his feet, launching into a high kick. Cody gasped as the foot hit him in the stomach – and knocked him out of the air!

Cody landed roughly on the ground, rolled over. Lost his helmet. In a fluid motion, he heaved himself onto his knees, crouching on the ground. The knife was still in his hand. The nearby clone troopers jumped aside in shock, looking surprised at their officers. Unsure of what to do.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows knitted together as he scrutinized his Commander. What had suddenly gotten into him? A fleeting jolt went through Cody’s legs, and with a Force sprint, Obi-Wan was with him, hands on his shoulders. Sought his gaze. “Cody.” It seems like your message got cut off. Could you please provide the full text you want to translate?

“Obi-Wan,” Cody whispered. “Stay out of it.” This is solely a matter between me and Wolffe. “This is solely a matter between me and Wolffe.”

Ah ... one thing then. Gently, Obi-Wan pressed his forehead against Cody’s, sensing his emotions. They were ... tangled. No hate, no hostility. A lot of love – for his clone brothers, for Obi-Wan. Also for Commander Wolffe.

“Let it be.” Obi-Wan placed a hand on Cody’s, who was holding the vibroblade. He gently but firmly took it from him and handed it to a nearby clone. Smiled proudly as he lifted him up by both hands.

“May I know what’s going on here?” At the sound of Plo Koon’s voice, he let go of Cody and turned to the Jedi Master.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms behind his back, smiling conciliatorily. “Oh, just a disagreement between brothers, it seems to me. I have already taken care of it.”

“A confrontation?” Plo looked at his own commander. “Do you see it exactly like that?”

Wolffe’s icy gaze fixed on Cody, who stood behind Obi-Wan. And nodded. “Cody and I... just had a disagreement. Nothing more, Sir.”

For quite a while, Plo studied him, casting a sidelong glance at his fellow brother. “Well then.” During a prolonged siege, there can certainly be friction. But I prefer it if such things no longer happen. Don’t you think so too, Master Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan agreed with a nod. “I completely agree with you, Master. Cody,” the helmet floated into his outstretched hand, “help me over there, okay?”

Cody could be seen forcing himself to look at the Jedi in front of him – instead of at his brother. He nodded curtly. “Of course, Sir.”

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Star Wars Fanfiction #1

Hot, Hotter, Lightsaber

Silence settled over the former battlefield. The barked orders and blaster fire still rang in Cody's ears as he slowly walked across the churned-up terrain beside a repulsor lift stretcher on which an unconscious Obi-Wan lay. How badly the commander wanted to hold his hand. If only the medics weren't there ...

His gaze casually fell to the Jedi's belt.

Something was missing.

Something very important.

Cody stopped as a gunship carrying the medics and Obi-Wan took off toward the cruiser. He instantly activated his helmet comm.

"Guys! Did anyone find and pick up the General's lightsaber?"

For a while, only static answered him.

Then Waxer cleared his throat and replied: "There's a chance we know where it is."

Cody couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stifled a sigh. "Kenobi's lightsaber. If any of you know where it is, I want to hear it. Now."

"Sir, are you sure the general didn't take it with him?" asked one of the shinies, CT-4242.

"He's unconscious, Hitchhiker."

"Sir," Boil said hesitantly, "there's a rumor going around the battalion that no one but you is allowed to touch the lightsaber. If anyone else tries … things happen."

Immediately, several troopers began speaking over each other, sharing their experiences. From exploding blasters to a mysteriously cold caf, they told it all. The more Cody heard, the more he rocked impatiently on his heels, torn between anger and exasperation.

Finally, he snapped: "Quiet!"

Silence returned to the channel.

"I don't want to hear another word of your excuses." With long strides, Cody moved across the wrecked battlefield again. "You're soldiers – and soldiers don't believe in superstitious nonsense. Think rationally. It's just a lightsaber, not some sacred relic. So again: who has seen it?"

"Cold," came Longshot's immediate reply. It was one Cody hadn't expected.

He blinked. "What?"

"Colder," Hitchhiker said, amused. "Commander, if you're not careful, you'll end up on Hoth."

Cody sighed deeply. "I don't have time for games."

"We're just trying to help you search," Waxer said. "A few klicks west."

As much as it went against his better judgment, Cody played along. He would do anything to find his boyfriends's kriffing lightsaber. He smiled to himself. It still felt strange thinking of Obi-Wan as his boyfriend. Yet, every time he did, it filled him with warmth. With joy. With bliss.

"That's southwest, sir," Longshot corrected. "You might want to focus a bit more. Otherwise, that’ll take all day."

Reluctantly, Cody gave the search his full attention. Following directions over the comm, he passed a few of his brothers occasionally. Some patted him on the shoulder and wished him luck. Not for the first time, Cody wondered why he had gone along with this childish nonsense. He could have easily pulled rank and threatened his men with punishment. Latrine duty, for example. That would make Waxer, Boil, and the rest think twice before treating him like a plaything.

But, at the end of the day, Cody loved his brothers too much to punish them. Besides, a bit of fun between deadly battles never hurt anyone.

"Ooh, getting warmer, Commander. Hotter," Boil said. "You're nearly on Mustafar."

Cody reached the spot where they had found Obi-Wan unconscious. He looked around and knelt. The lightsaber must have rolled from the Jedi's hand when he fell. But where? Cody searched through building rubble, fallen trees, and even under broken battle droids.

"I don't see it anywhere. Are you sure it's here?"

"That's where I last saw it," Hitchhiker assured him. Several clones, including Boil, Waxer, and Longshot, agreed. Well, if that many troopers were certain, it had to be true. But then, why couldn't Cody find the lightsaber? Frustrated, he kicked the head of a clanker. It broke off and flew through the air. It's bounced off a sturdy tree. And it's landed right next to a silver-black object. Cody leaped over the wreckage. He picked it up, his fingers closing around the cool hilt.

Nothing happened.

Of course not. After all, it was just a Jedi Master's lightsaber, not a cursed artifact. But not to his brothers. In the comm, he heard cheers and applause. Several troopers congratulated him on retrieving the weapon. Despite his lopsided grin, Cody shook his head.

What would he do without the 212th?

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😔 rip King you filled my childhood with joy

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Ares: ARES YES!!

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What a cute Hermes ❤️

because nothing screams greek god more than

(coming from a certified greek)