#ik’aad

[yatzstar]

I’m not sure whose name baby Omega would learn first but that brother would hold it over the others’ heads for the rest of their lives

[margindoodles2407]

I’m gonna be so real for a second

My model for drawing young (read: ik’aad) Omega is just. My baby sister

Because you darken her skin and give her brown eyes and she looks JUST like her

[yatzstar]

Specifically them letting smol omega play or “help” so they’re less likely to kill each other tech…fast forward to the present where they realize their daughter is scarily good and they may have created a card shark lol

i like to think bad batch playing uno goes something like this

hunter: …

wrecker: …

echo: …

tech: …

omega: …

crosshair, reaching for his blaster: who put down the plus 4…

[padawansuggest]

13 yo Obi-Wan: You guys are keeping me captive 🥺

Jaster: Ob’ika, we are bringing you back to the temple to reunite with your people.

Obi-Wan: 🥺 then why am I in a cage?

Jaster: *looks pointedly at Jango covered in bite marks, bandages and a torn kute*

Jango: Jas’Buir, he’s really cute, the bites didn’t even hurt 🥺

Obi-Wan: Yeah, I’m just making friends 🥺

Jaster: *soul deep sigh* I am not letting you out of the cell so you can maul my ad again.

Jango: Buuuir, he’s just an ad’ika, lookit his ik’aad fangs, he won’t actually hurt me!

Jaster: You we’re begging me to get his fangs out of your wrist five minutes ago.

Jango: He’s just teething!!

Jaster: Jan’ika, I know you want to keep him, but he’s not even house broken yet.

Jango: Neither was I when you adopted me!! He’s chosen me! Lemme keep him!

Obi-Wan: 🥺 I will be a good boy if you stick your fingers in my enclosure 🥺

Jaster: *physically holding Jango back* No. We will revisit this when the baar’ur has given him a Xanax omfg- *dragging Jango out of the ship hold*

[workingchemistry]

Wolffe is standing next to the Generals when 17 comes down from the ship and he’s glad for it. He’s under no illusions that he’s not going to get reamed later, but he’d like for it not to be in front of his General.

Fox stands in a parade rest next to Bly, chin raised just a little too high for regulation, buckets clipped to their waists.

17 comes to a stop in front of them, arms crossed and expression dark with judgment. He doesn’t shout but he comes very nearly close to it. “Marshal Commander cc-1010, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The Generals all startle forward, ready to come to Fox’s defense. It warms something in Wolffe’s chest to see that there are others who care about his batch ik’aad but they don’t need to bother.

Fox’s chin tips up further into defiance as a grin, wide and manic, splits across his face and breaks open his busted lip. The blood stains his teeth red and that’s fitting too. It’s been too long since Wolffe has seen more than Fox’s masks—been an eternity since he’s seen Fox.

“Sir.” Fox salutes and stamps his foot down against the walkway to send the metal ringing. “My very best, Sir.”

17 stares down at Fox with a deliberately unimpressed expression before he grabs Fox by his hair and pulls him in for a bone rattling keldabe. “I’m gonna fucking murder you, kid.”

[ranahan]

Bi-

Here’s a group of roots that relate to breadth, amount, and multiples of things, and that may or may not be related. I’m generally not 100% certain of many of these reconstructions; I don’t think there’s enough material to create a perfectly (or even mostly) watertight explanation for these and besides, many of the words here are the kind that resist a transparent explanation. Thoughts and ideas are welcome.

*bid, ‘amount’

bid (adv), ‘so (degree), to the extent of’

luubid (adv), ‘enough’ < luu- + bid, perhaps “sufficient amount”?

I’ve personally extrapolated from this that ‘bid as a suffix could mean ‘a measure of something,’ like English -ful > hosha’bid (spoonful), buyca’bid (bucketful), gaambid (handful), iru’bid (armful). And also that luu- might mean something like “sufficient” or “to suffice,” giving a verb luur, ‘to suffice.’

*bi-, ‘wide, broad, vast’

bikadinir (v), ‘to stab (with a broad blade), to run through’ < bi- + kad (sabre) + din(to give) + verbal suffix — from this I would hazard the guess that bi- means ‘wide, broad’.

cu’bikad (n), ‘an indoor game that involves stabbing blades into a chequered board - a cross between darts, chess and ludo’ < cu- (four) + bi- + kad (sabre), lit. “four broadswords(?)” — the game is played with daggers, so either the bikad here is metaphorical or in Mando’a it doesn’t mean a literal broadsword, but has perhaps diminished into a mere dagger.

I’ve also wondered if abiik, ‘sky,’ might not belong to this group? Possibly originally meaning something like ‘wideness, vastness.’ It could be unrelated as well, though; perhaps the root there is *ab- instead of *bi-; it’s hard to say anything conclusive because there aren’t enough clearly related examples to clarify the relationships here.

I’ve personally been using bila (from bi- + adjectival suffix) as an adjective/adverb meaning ‘wide(ly), broad(ly), vast(ly).’

*bin-, ‘stack,’ ‘bundle,’ or ‘bunch’

bines (n), ‘stack’ <bin- + nominal suffix meaning ‘a thing’

binesor (v), ‘to stack’ < bines + verbal suffix

bintar (adv), ‘both’ < possibly bin + t’ad, i.e. “two things”?

ebin (adv), ‘either’ < possibly eyn + bin, i.e. “one thing”?

An example of Fando’a derivation would be the binil, ‘a non-essential part’ (cf. paril ‘an essential part’) by MandoCreator Language Team.

*bir-, ‘harness, tackle, rig’

birgaan (n), ‘backpack’ < Doylist etymology is that this word comes from Bergen, a Norwegian backpack manufacturer and a British military slang word for a backpack (according to word of god). However, I like a Watsonian etymology (i.e. glossing it like it’s a native word) bir- + gaan, especially since it seems like Traviss used bir- elsewhere as well.

birikad (n), ‘baby carrying harness’ < bir- + ik’aad (baby)

birov (adv), ‘many’ < possibly from bir- + -ov, a nominal suffix that usually creates abstract nouns? The semantic link could be something like rig > arrangement of many things > many-ness.

Bir- from birov has been used in many a Fando’a word to mean ‘many, multiple’. Some examples by Aay’han Community (modifications mine): bir’ca’nara (often), bir’pirimla (universal, multipurpose, something that has many uses), birakir (1. multitask 2. to be multipurpose, perform many functions), birakyc (multitasking, multipurpose).

[yatzstar]

Omg tysm for the rec and tag! Love the ik’aad AU to bits <3

Other's Works

Since people have been awesome enough to contribute to my AUs, I thought I'd make a master-post of all those who've added to it.

To my ridiculous delight, this will be a post that continues to expand as people continue to contribute, and that's saying something. Seriously, you guys are just amazing!

This post serves the purpose of both reference and recognition, not to mention gratitude!

The general tag for all this is #fanworks

Art

Sea Star — Featuring little Omega and a flower set in a crossover of the Ik'aad AU with the HFSW AU by @margindoodles2407

Miscellaneous art of the Ik'aad AU — Featuring little Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Tech and Gonky, once more by @margindoodles2407

Writing

Secret (Sister) Weapon — A little snippet of life with little Omega and her buire set in the Ik'aad AU by @yatzstar

Untitled work A — (hope you don't mind me calling it that, vod) A soft and sleepy moment with little Omega and Crosshair set in a crossover of the Imperial AU with the HFSW AU by @margindoodles2407

Untitled work B — Sequel to Untitled work A, once again by @margindoodles2407

More under the cut!

The High Fantasy Star Wars (HFSW) AU is the magnificent brainchild of @margindoodles2407 and is definitely worth checking out because wow is it an AU that drives me crazy!

@yatzstar's writing is also something to be looked at because the way I characterize Tech is heavily influenced by those fics and I just love the Dad Batch series to bits!

[vytels]

Here's two more scenes from the Rex Raises Luke AU... Enjoy!!

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Scene #6

“Take him,” Kenobi said. 

The words halted Rex’s train of thought and he whipped his head away from the desert sun, to the kneeling man. “What?” 

“Take Luke.” Kenobi looked up, his hood nearly falling away. “Raise him, keep him safe.” 

“You want me to do that? Are you kidding?” 

“I can’t keep him,” the Jedi replied. 

“I can’t raise an ad, General.” Rex shook his head, hands shaking. “I’m a weapon, a war machine, I have no experience taking care of a small child…” 

“You can,” Kenobi argued. 

“No, I don’t have any experience, sir,” Rex said. 

“But you don’t need experience.” 

Rex scoffed and glared, “But you already have experience, General! You practically raised General Skywalker!” 

The Jedi Master broke at those words, falling to pieces at Rex’s feet and shattering. His gaze fell to the sands of Tatooine and his eyes lost their light, his mind drifted away from the conversation. Then his shoulders slumped and his spirit crumbled to ash. 

A decaying man kneeled before Rex, broken to his core and with his creed gone. 

“Anakin is gone,” Kenobi said, “I… I can’t lose another, it’s all my fault.” 

“General,” Rex sighed, beginning to speak. 

But Kenobi cut him off, “No, Rex.” 

Something broke in Rex’s heart as he looked at him, and then he sighed. His gaze drifted past the man to the ship that stood against the winds and beaming sun. He could imagine the baby sleeping away, safe and sound in the metal walls. 

“I can’t do this, I can’t raise Luke,” Kenobi said. 

“Alright,” Rex replied. 

“You’ll take him?”

Rex nodded, his heart deciding for him. “I will.” 

Scene #7

It flicked at the back of his head. 

Rex grunted and swatted it, before turning back to the conversation before him. 

It whacked the back of his head, sending his eyes flying open and body jolting upward. Darkness wrapped around him as he began to breathe heavily, his eyes searching the room around him. He counted the stacks of cargo boxes, the light flickering in through the doorway, and the steel walls that encased him. Then he sighed and fell backward on his bed, blinking up at his ceiling. 

It was just a dream. 

Then his pillow disappeared from beneath his head, yanked off the bed and thrown to the floor. It was followed by a cry moments later, it pierced through his open door and shot into him. 

His feet flew over the metal floor and into the hallway. Seconds later he slid into the secondary storage room, Obi-Wan’s old room, and came to a halt. 

“Lu’ika,” Rex whispered and peered over the small bin. 

Luke’s cheeks were bright red and his eyes closed shut tight as he kicked at his blankets. His hands had come free of the swaddle and were swinging in front of him, breath hiccuping between cries. 

“Ner ik’aad…” Rex picked him up, sliding a hand underneath his head before adjusting him in his grip. “What’s wrong?” 

In his head, he began to go over the checklist that he had created for moments like this: food, too warm, too cold, diaper change, sickness, and so on. Yet, the words slowly trailed out of his mind as Luke’s eyes opened and he looked up at him, cries slowly fading away as he hiccuped again and then swatted with a free hand. His little hand curled against Rex’s black and clung tight. 

“Oh, Lu’ika,” Rex sighed, “That was one way to get me.” 

Luke hiccuped and turned his head, eyes sliding closed and hand stuck to his shirt. 

Moments later, Rex found himself back in his little storage-bedroom. He settled down onto his back and raised his hands to cup the baby resting over his chest, chuckling as soft breaths filled the air. It only took moments for him to fall back to sleep, but he did so with his hand resting over Luke’s shoulders and a small smile on his face.

[sootyships]

Credits: Characters, writing, Gi's voice, editing: @/kasting-nets (me lol) Buura Verhayc: @/udesla Background audio: Binaural recording of a blacksmith working at the smithy in the evening by ldezem -- https://freesound.org/s/386393/ -- License: Creative Commons 0 And thanks to @/ranahan for proofreading!

Licence: CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

Script and translation under the cut.

Gi: Ibic kasting-nets bal ib’tuur ni olar shal eyn nau’yaim o’r Sundari. Yaim’la goran olaro bah mhi jii. (This is kasting-nets and today I'm here at a smithy in Sundari. The local armorer comes to us now.)

Gi: Eniki. Su’cuy. (Okay. Hi.)

Buura: Su’cuy. (Hi.)

Gi: Mhi jorhaa'i jii jorcu mhi bintar mirdi cuy jaon'yc jii meg anade suvari meg mhi mando'ade an. Mhi taabi bat ash’la yuste, a bic'e an alori at manda. Tion serim? (We talk now because we both think it's important now that everyone understands that we are all mandalorians. We march on different paths, but they all lead to the manda. Right?

Buura: Lek. (Yes.)

Gi: Eniki. Ke rejorhaa’ir mhi: Tion gar cuyi?-- ba'gedet'ye. (Okay. Tell us: Who are you?--go ahead.)

Buura: Ni Buura b’aliit Verhayc bal ni goran. Ni din'waada juaan To'kursh be Naak, sha bic wasuuryc eso. (I am Buura of clan Verhayc and I am an armorer. I offer my work next to the Peace Park, at its western side.)

Gi: Tion me’gar din'waada olar? (What do you sell here?)

Buura: Ori'cyare cuy ibac'e gadirude be beskar, par ik'aade. Sa "sol'yc kom'rk b’ik'aad". (Very popular are these bracelets of beskar, for babies/toddlers. Like “baby’s first vambrace”.)

Gi: Naak’ade pirimmu kom'rke, aala gehaamyc. (Pacifists use vambraces, feels strange.)

Buura: Elek, bal’ban. Kom’rke balyc cyare. Adate copaani--bic'e sa gaidyc gayi'kaabe, a jate'shya. Adate emuuri majycir birov gaanure lo kaysh kom'rke. Gadirude par ik'aade lise balyc ganar gaanure, sa gayi'kaab par vaal ik’aad pir'ekulo. (Yes, indeed. Vambraces are also popular. People want--they’re like wrist comms, but better. People like to add many tools to their vambraces. Bracelets for babies also can have tools, like [a] radio for when the baby cries.)

Gi: Mirdala. Sa... ba'juri ade vaal tayli cuun yust oyayc. (Clever, like, nurture children while keeping our way alive.)

Buura: Bal'ban. Beskar nu’cabuo shi baar, a tal'din balyc. Bic to acyk mhi bal cuun ruyot bal tsikado mhi par vencuyot. (Indeed. Beskar doesn’t protect just the body, but also the bloodline. It’s a connection between us and our past and prepares us for the future.)

Gi: Tion… ni duumyc tionir teh gar ruyot? (Am I allowed to ask about your past?)

Buura: Elek. Jorcu ruyot jaon'yc kar’taylir. (Yes. Because the past important to know.)

Gi: Tion'jor gar shi olar? Birov--birov gorane ba'slana, tion'jor nu gar? (Why are you still here? Many armorers left, why not you?)

Buura: Ni su hibira vaal aliit'akaan jiila. Ge'tsikala. [beten] Ner alor vercopaani meg ni oyacyi olar. Kaysh ruug'la, a ni, sha ca'nara, ni evaar'la. Naasad copaani dar'taylir evaar'ade ures gorane, a birov nu'lise atiniir ibic “evaar’la evaar”. (I was still learning while the clan war was current. Almost ready. My teacher wished that i remain here. They were old, but I, at the time, i was young. Nobody wanted to leave new mandos without armorers, but many couldn’t endure the new newness.)

Gi: … Ibac soorani. Tion gar alore bal burc'yase ba'slana an? (That must have been difficult. Did all of your mentors and friends leave?)

Buura: Nu an, a… al anay ba'slan aala sa shuk o'r cuun droten. Ni kar'tayli birov nu’lise vaabir naas a ba'slana; alor Satine dinui ke'gyce meg birov megin akaani dos teh evaar’ade enteyo ba'slanar, a nu’an meg ba'slana enteyo. Ni suvari sha ca'nara meg bah ni cuy buirkan--taylir cuun yust. Ures gorane, cuun yust laandur. (Not all, but… But every departure felt like a crack in our people. I know many couldn’t do anything but leave; Duchess Satine gave the order that many who fought against the New Mandalorians must leave, but not all who left had to. I understood at the time that I had a responsibility--to keep our way. Without armorers, our way is fragile.)

Gi: Tion me’gar serimir sha de ibac? ‘Taylir cuun yust.’ (What do you mean by that? ‘To keep our way.’

Buura: Meg ni oyacyi olar bal tayli bic oyayc. Dinu ner bora bal kar’tayl. Vaabi ner bora sa goran, su vaal adate ret mirdi meg val nu’liniba bic. Bal’ban, ret bic ori’ne jaon’yc shal ibac’e ca’narase. Ni ne’nau’u beskar’game, sha nu’amyc, al ibic’e kebise ori’shya sa gaide. Naak’la mando’ade su pirimmu beskar, jorcu ni bal ashise olar, bal jorcu val copaani. Shi ures ani beskar’game. (That I live here and keep it alive. Give my work and knowledge. Do my job as an armorer, even when people might think they don’t need it. Indeed, maybe it’s most important at those times. I don’t make armour sets, usually, but these things more like armor plates. The pacifists still use beskar, because of me and others here, and because they want to. Only without full armor sets.)

Gi: Hmm, shi sa an ashi mando’ade, vaal val copaani hodasalar aste. (Like all other mandalorians, when they want to camouflage themselves.)

Buura: Bal’ban. Mando’ade goteni evaar’ade jorcu mhi nu’copaani haar tsad droten alorir mhi. Cuun ade gana runise vaal val kar’tayli cuun yust. Tionnayc? (Indeed. Mandalorians birthed the new mandalorians because we didn’t want the republic to lead us. Our children have souls while they know our way. No?

Gi: Gar serim. (You’re right.)

Buura: Elek. (Yes.)

Gi: A evaar’ade be Satine su ori’shya shi evaar’la. Val ukoro verde ba’slanar. ‘Mhi ba’juri verde’ nu haat jii. Tion ra? (But Satine’s new mandos are more than just new. They pushed warriors to leave. ‘We raise warriors’ is not true now. Or?

Buura: Mhi ru'bajuri verde bal mhi su ba'juri verde. Ad'eta simire mhi ru'gaanade naak, tug’yc bal tug’yc, bal jii mhi gaanade yust be verd, ti ibic'e evaar'la alore. (We raised warriors and we still raise warriors. Twenty years, we chose peace, again and again, and now we choose the way of the warrior, with these new leaders.)

Gi: Tion me’gar mirdi teh evaar’la alore? (What do you think about the new leaders?)

Buura: Hm. Mhi haa’tayli’ran. (Hm. we shall see.)

Gi: ‘Lek, haat. Eniki, vor’e, Buura! Ori’vor’e me’gar duumi ni taylir ibic kaab. (Yes, true. Okay, thank you, Buura! Thank you very much that you allow me to preserve this sound.

Buura: Ba’gedet’ye. (You’re welcome.)

[merlyn-bane]

hi hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii if you're still doing foelu prompts i would love to see cody and helix and the baby just being soft dads <3333

or really anything helix-centric tbh

So uh,,,,this one got a little tiny bit out of hand and is much longer than the other fills have been, whoops 😅😅 I hope this is Helix-centric enough for you, my love<3 There's a little bit of everything, from fluff to humor to spice!

Without further adieu, I present to you Baby Part Two: Electric Boogaloo.

[Requests for Foelu missing scenes, future snippets, and extra vignettes are STILL OPEN. Please submit any requests you might have to my ask box. They will all eventually be cross posted on AO3 as well 🥰🥰]

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By the time Obi-Wan brings up the possibility of having another child, they’ve all pretty much accepted that it likely wasn’t going to happen. It’s not something they’d ever really discussed, after all, and none of them had really wanted to be the ones to bring it up for fear that Obi-Wan might feel in any way obligated to carry again just to give them another child. Especially given that—regardless of the fact that he’s made it very clear that he has no regrets about it now—the first pregnancy wasn’t exactly his choice to begin with and had been fairly traumatic from start to finish to say the very least. Helix had frankly assumed that Obi-Wan would want nothing to do with gestation ever again as long as he lived, and personally thought that would be more than fair.

Besides, just him and Kai-Tal are—so much more than enough. More than any of them ever thought they’d have. 

He thinks it must have been either Waxer or Rex that had held out hope the longest, but after a decade passes with the Jedi giving no indication of even considering having another ik’aad, it becomes a little difficult even for them to think that he might change his mind eventually. 

But then one day, he just…does. Helix couldn’t even say what could have possibly prompted it. They’re all just…settling in for bed one night, following a day just like any other, and then Obi-Wan’s sitting up and folding his hands in his lap all prim and then asking them if they might, perhaps, be interested in having another child. If they might like, even, to get a child on him themselves, in the standard natborn way. 

Cody recovers enough to actually respond first, even if he’s still slack-jawed. “We’re—the Kaminoans made us sterile, cyare,” he murmurs, and it sounds like it breaks his heart to do so. It probably does. Who among them hasn’t thought of what that might be like, to have a child that’s part them and part Obi-Wan? “You know that.”

Obi-Wan considers Cody seriously, clearly taking the time to carefully mull over what he wants to say next. “Do we know that for certain,” he asks finally, “or is that just what you all were told?”

The five of them glance at each other with wide eyes. “I don’t think anyone’s ever checked,” Helix allows finally, the words sounding halting even to his own ears, “but I can’t imagine why they would lie to us about something like that.”

“Not lie,” Obi-Wan corrects, his brows furrowed thoughtfully. He strokes absently at his beard and Helix finds himself—rather surprisingly—having to work to suppress a small fond smile at the tic. “It is not a large leap, I feel, to think that Jango Fett himself might have been sterile, given the trouble he went to himself in order to have a son, and it’s feasible that the scientists didn’t think to ensure that you all would be, too.”

“But we’re…clones of him, mesh’la,” Waxer frowns, “isn’t that the sort of thing that usually gets passed down?”

Obi-Wan grins, suddenly, looking oddly conspiratorial. “Not if he became so as the result of an accident or illness rather than genetics.”

“Prime had spmumps as a youngling,” Helix whispers, feeling his own eyes widen a fraction further. “I saw it in his medical file. He—it’s—not impossible. In theory. It might…actually be worth looking into.”

The Jedi’s grin broadens. “Excellent,” he says. “And after that, we can have my contraceptive implant removed, and you all can come inside me one after another until it takes.”

“I vote we start practicing right now,” Boil growls playfully, yanking Obi-Wan into his lap by his hips and kissing his laughing mouth.

~~~

They aren’t…they aren’t sterile. 

Every single vod in their polycule gets tested, and then a few of the others that they're closer to across different batches just for a larger sample size. There is some variation in their counts and other factors which doesn’t actually surprise him—even cloning to the sort of strict perimeters adhered to by the Kaminoans, some variability is inevitable—but it’s all consistent enough that Helix feels comfortable putting word out to the Vode at large.

It’s only then that Helix comes to his next concern.

Obi-Wan had not exactly been young when he’d carried the first time, not by natborn humanoid standards, and that had been a little over a decade ago. Helix by this point has done a fair amount of study and penned no small amount of papers on reproductive biology in a frankly somewhat surprising and entirely inadvertent specialization—has somehow become known as one of the foremost experts on the subject regarding the Stewjoni people within the Republic, much to Eil-Idh’s seemingly unending amusement, even—and is very much aware of the increased risks that come with pregnancy as a being gets older. Things like gestational diabetes or preeclampsia, not even to touch on the risks to the potential child themselves. 

So Helix sets up a conference call with himself and Vokara with Eil-Idh to determine if such a pregnancy would even be truly feasible—because Helix isn't willing to risk Obi-Wan’s health, and he knows the others won't be either—and tries not to feel too much like he's been caught in a time loop. 

The first words of of Eil-Idh’s mouth are “What has that damned fool managed te get himself into now?”, which Helix finds much funnier than he probably should and which garners snorts from him and Vokara both. 

“That is about what I was wondering as well,” Vokara says dryly, raising a brow at Helix, and Helix sighs before scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Obi-Wan is thinking about carrying again.”

Eil-Idh blinks at him. “Aye? That's a surprise. I half figured the lad had mind te have his womb removed entirely by the end of the first one. How is yer wee one, anyhow? She was quite a precocious lass, last I heard.”

“Let’s just say that I'm glad we have so much help,” Helix replies wryly, smiling fondly despite that. “And that's about what I'd thought, too. He caught us all of guard when he brought it up, especially since it's been so long.” 

“Aye, he's certainly nae spring nuna.” Eil-Idh drums her fingers on her desktop. “But then, I'll wager that's exactly what ye're calling me about. He's approaching fifty now, isn't he?” The midwife shakes he head, pursing her lips. “I've little doubt he could do it, stubborn and hardy as he is, and it wouldnae be te first I've seen, but it wouldnae be my preference.”

“I think this is where I come in,” Vokara grins, sitting forward and folding her hands together. “As Jedi, our relationship with the Force affects the impact that the passage of time has upon our physical bodies. As younglings we age on par with our Force-null peers because that relationship is still new, but the longer we have communed with the Force, the more that aging slows. Many Jedi that are not lost in the field  live much longer lives than even other members of their own species.” Vokara turns an even more excited grin onto Helix. “And our observations over the last  ten or so years have suggested that that effect may even be seen by those nulls that do spend enough time in proximity to us.”

 Well that would explain a lot, Helix thinks. Even with the gene therapy that's long since been rolled out to them all to address their advanced aging, he's pretty sure his back should bother him a lot worse than it does. “So you don't have any concerns?”

“About his age? No. I wouldn't recommend that you go for a third, probably, but especially with Obi-Wan spending so much more time in the Temple now with access to the full breadth of our medical resources and what we learned from his first pregnancy, his age isn't what I'm worried about.” Vokara tilts her head a little. “I would be more worried about the potential of the advanced aging gene being passed down. It's dominant, isn't it?” 

“It is.” Helix swallows. “You're worried it would double the rate of gestational development and put it past what his body could support.”

Vokara nods seriously before glancing over at the midwife. “What do you think, Eil-Idh?”

“I think I'd rather not find out,” she replies, blunt as ever. “How sure are ye that's how it would work?”

“Not very,” Helix answers truthfully. “That hasn't been my area of focus. But I can touch base with Kamino and see what they know; Bones is still out there last I heard.”

“Do that,” Vokara says. “We'll go from there.”

~~~

“Don't tell me our Jedi's gone and fuckin’ sprouted again,” Bones answers without preamble once the comm. connects, glancing up from a datapad. The other medic seems to be in the temporary office he's held for ten years, which reassures Helix that he's probably not interrupting anything critical. 

“What, no ‘Hello, Helix, how are you’?” Helix mocks, “No ‘Been a while, vod, I'm surprised your sanity's still kicking’? ‘How's your ad'ika’? You're just going to jump straight in to asking me if we're having another one?”

“My bedside manner will improve when yours does,” Bones drawls. “You don't make social calls, Helix, you send me a text comm. every quarter and ask if my riduur has finally had enough of my attitude and fed me to the strill yet.” 

“And I am continually disappointed.” Bones's Mandalorian wife seems to actually like him for some reason, despite his perpetual grouch and the fact that they're still on Kamino when Helix is near certain they'd been supposed to have a successful curry shop in Little Keldabe by now. Helix squints at him. “Obi-Wan wants to have another baby,” he tells the other man bluntly, “but he wants to do it the standard natborn way this time. I'm concerned about how our advanced aging would affect a pregnancy.”

Bones snorts. “We're just going to ignore the other glaring issue with this plan?” 

“I've already run that part by Che,” he says irritably. “That's not what I asked you.”

“You didn't actually ask me anything,” the other medic points out. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back, raising an eyebrow. “Do you really think that over the span of a decade, none of our siblings have managed to knock up a natborn, Helix? Really.” 

“Then how come this is the first I'm hearing about it?” he snaps. “We all still thought we were sterile until Obi-Wan made the suggestion that we check.” 

“Well I suppose they must have wanted their privacy. You know we don't publish that shit publicly because the Republic media likes to turn any developments with the Vode since the war ended into a shitstorm of feel-good porn to soothe their own guilty consciences.” His brow raises a notch higher. “And I'm a little busy advancing our scope of knowledge to notify you personally. It's all on our private medical servers if you'd thought to look.”

Helix ignores the dig. Bones isn't actually wrong. “So it can work, then? Obi-Wan could carry our biological children safely?”

“Safely? If Che's comfortable with him gestating at all at his age, sure.” Bones taps his fingers against his bicep where his arms are still folded. “Comfortably? That's subjective. It's only the one molecule that actually causes the development rate to double; with the kid getting one modified gene from you and a standard one from the other parent, the development rate lands somewhere in the middle. From what I've seen gestation will probably last about seven and a half months and he'll feel more or less like he's carrying twins. His symptoms'll be worse and you'll want to monitor everything more closely but if you're asking if I think it'll seriously jeopardize him, then no. And since I know this'll be the next question: the kid would be able to receive the same gene therapy the rest of us did once they're born. We even already have the dosages figured out. They just can't receive it in utero.”

Helix frowns, mulling that over. It's beginning to sound doable, at least, but Helix would really prefer for his partner to not have to be miserable for seven and a half months if it can be avoided—even though he knows that such a thing would never be enough of a deterrent for Obi-Wan. Maybe even more so because of that. “What about IVF? Then we could edit the genes in the embryo stage like you all did for that first round of tubies after you got the gene therapy figured out. Get rid of the advanced aging factor altogether ahead of implantation.”

“Sure,” Bones agrees jovially, “if you think you can get Obi-Wan Kenobi to agree to leave the Temple for three weeks to undergo a series of medical procedures here on Kamino when his other option is getting fucked in his own bed.”

Helix groans, burying his face in his hands while Bones laughs at him. “I hate it when you're right,” he grumbles. “Genuinely.”

~~~

Helix lays all of this information out in front of the other members of the polycule once he has it so that they can make a decision together, because that's how they do things, and he'd been pretty sure going into it that he'd already known the answer, but Obi-Wan of course manages to catch him off guard regardless. 

“So, you're telling me that if just have you all get me pregnant the old fashioned way, the baby's advanced aging can still be treated postpartum and I only have to be pregnant for seven and a half months?” 

“Why are you saying that like it's a benefit?” Helix stares at the fucking madman he'd somehow managed to fall ass over bucket for, aghast. 

For his part, Obi-Wan only shrugs placidly. “It certainly sounds like one to me.”

“Di'kut, did you miss the part where I also told you that your symptoms are going to be worse? It's going to feel like you're carrying twins, Obi-Wan.”

“Well Padmé managed it well enough,” the Jedi sniffs. “And I get to evict them a month and a half early. I'm failing to see the downside here, darling.”

Helix groans and buries his palms in his eye sockets, long-suffering. Cody pats him on the shoulder. The others just chuckle. “Why do I bother,” he mutters. 

Obi-Wan grins, unrepentant. “Would you like to go first?”

~~~

Not all of the research that Helix does in the lead-up to Obi-Wan’s second pregnancy is quite so serious or unpleasant. 

In fact, the fruits of some of it turn out to be quite fun. 

For instance, Helix has read extensively about the ideal conditions for conception. The best diet for his partner in the lead-up, the most opportune timing, the optimal positions, et cetera. There's little truely empirical evidence for most of it, but if it might help and there aren't any major drawbacks that he can see? Helix sees no reason not to give it a shot. 

There's also the fact that Obi-Wan has left the planning of all of these details in the conception of their second child in Helix's hands. He has allowed the careful scheduling, allowed Helix to direct things more in the bedroom (despite some mild teasing from the others, who have seemed happy enough to play along regardless), has even allowed Helix to plan out the majority of his meals for him—all with a considering gaze and a barely-there quirk to his mouth, as though the Jedi knows that some part of Helix is enjoying all of it more than he'd maybe expected. That he's getting off on the control and the willing submission of a man that Helix knows is one of the most stubborn motherfuckers in the galaxy when he wants to be. It's... heady. Very heady. 

That man's head is in his lap right now, a pillow under his hips to support the angle they've been propped up into and Helix's fingers carding through the sweaty strands of his hair in an almost parody of a soothing touch while Cody feverishly ruts into his cunt—the cunt where Helix has already left his own spend. “Been a while since we've just run a train on you, hasn't it, Obi-Wan?” Helix croons, smirking at the hazy blue eyes that flicker up to his face when he speaks but don't quite focus. “You've gotten a little too used to just getting everything you want all at once, I think. Just look at you, ner jetii, you've only taken two of us and you're already out of your poor little head. Cody hasn't even come yet, you've still got four more loads to go.” 

Obi-Wan chokes on a moan and the former commander swears viciously, readjusting his hold and shifting his knees a little and then picking up the pace even more, somehow. “Kriff,” Cody growls through bared teeth, a sentiment that seems to be echoed by the rest of them—Waxer, Boil, and Rex all staring slack-jawed at the sight that they must make. Rex in particular looks like he's just barely reigning himself in until it's his turn; but then, Helix wouldn't expect much else from the vod that frequently enjoys licking his own come out of the Jedi's hole only to fuck more into him in an endless cycle until Obi-Wan cries from the overstimulation.

Not that any of them had really been less affected when their partner confirmed that he'd had his birth control implant removed. 

They all fuck him one after another until the Jedi's poor cunt is puffy and red and overflowing and then they leave him like that, with his hips propped up and laying back against Helix barely conscious and grinning like a dolt while they give their seed its best chance to take. 

And then they do it all again the next night, just in case. 

~~~

Helix is hovering. 

Just a little bit—or maybe a lot, possibly. He knows he is. But with his partner approaching the halfway mark of  his shortened pregnancy and every bit as miserable as Helix had feared, it's hard not to. He hasn't developed any signs of complications or any serious conditions, mercifully, but Helix is poised to catch it immediately if that changes. 

“I hardly need an escort to the ‘fresher, darling,” Obi-Wan grits through his teeth as though he is not actively using Helix's arm to hold himself steady, clearly making an attempt to modulate his tone into something less biting but not quite managing. Helix barely notices at this point; the Jedi's hormones have been downright torrential, and the physical discomfort has been no help to his moods. If he is not waspish, he is weepy, and if he is not weepy, he is horny enough that Helix isn't certain they could've handled it with any less than the five of them they have. 

He'd all but cried all over Kai-Tal when she'd earned the first bead of her padawan braid, and then again when she'd earned the second. 

They are all managing as best they can. 

“I don't want to see you fall over again, Obi-Wan,” Helix argues, though he's careful not to let the words sound accusatory. Obi-Wan scoffs anyway. 

“You take one little tumble—”

“Your entire center of gravity is off and you know it,” Helix reminds him firmly. “Worse than the first time. I told you—”

“And I stand by my decision,” Obi-Wan snips, scowling. “Now would you very much mind either shutting up or fucking me?”

Helix snorts softly. “Yeah, alright, Master Kenobi. ‘Fresher first, then maybe we'll talk about it.” 

~~~

Helix gets to be the one to deliver their son.

Obi-Wan’s labor goes much, much smoother the second time around—the exact way he’d wanted it to back then, even. The contractions begin in the morning just after firstmeal, and they all have plenty of time to reschedule any obligations they may have or delegate any responsibilities that can’t wait before things progress enough for them to walk down to the Halls of Healing, where they are met by Vokara and Bant.

If anything, with the absence of the stress and adrenaline that had kickstarted Kai-Tal’s delivery, Obi-Wan’s labor this time is slower than the Jedi would like. He spends a fair amount of time bouncing on an exercise ball and harassing his créchemate before things really start to kick off, and by then, Bant is more than ready to give him his epidural. 

They all remember his feelings on that matter.

It’s Cody that Obi-Wan holds onto for support once it’s decided that it’s time for him to start getting into position, gripping his hands as he squats down. Assuming that Bant will be the one handling the delivery, Helix stands off to the side with the others and tries to fight the urge to pace until the Mon Calamari healer snorts at him and tilts her head. 

“What are you doing over there?” she asks him, her voice all gentle teasing as she folds her arms across her chest. “You’re a medic too and it’s your baby.”

Helix swallows. “I—are you sure?”

“Oh for Force’s sake,” Obi-Wan snaps, pulling his head back from where he’d been pressing his forehead against Cody’s just enough to glare up at them. “Get down here. Bant and Vokara will be here to assist if needed but you are perfectly capable of catching our son, Helix.”

Helix will deny the goofy smile that takes over his face as long as he lives but is totally unable to help it as he moves into position, kissing Obi-Wan’s cheek along the way. “Alright, Obi-Wan,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you.”

“I know,” the Jedi grunts in response. The pushing starts not long after, and the next two hours pass in a blur of everybody working to help support Obi-Wan through the process in any way they can. 

Helix has never been more in awe of their Jedi. It had been one thing to know, in theory, what he had gone through to bring Kai-Tal into the world. It is another thing entirely to actually watch him go through the process now and know that this time he’s doing it in a proper medical facility with the support of his partners and access to painkillers he hadn’t had then. 

Their son comes into the world at seven pounds and eleven ounces just in time for latemeal at seven and a half months on the dot, screaming his fury at them all for the egregious crime of removing him from the quiet warmth of his father’s body and already looking…just like his buir’e. There’s a little bit of Obi-Wan in the shape of his eyes and chin, but other than that…

“You were right,” Helix tells his partner once they all finally have a moment to breathe, his voice unmistakably hoarse and wobbly as he stares down into their son’s perfect face. “Someone’s going to think you kidnapped him, one of these days.”

“It’ll serve me right, I suppose,” Obi-Wan snorts, looking tired but happy in the biobed he’d been helped into as he holds his arms out for the boy. Helix lays the baby on his chest—only a tiny bit hesitant to relinquish him—and Obi-Wan hums quietly as he smiles down at the boy before glancing back up at his partners, the five of them all crowded close. “We are still calling him Keeli, I presume?”All eyes go to Rex, who hasn’t bothered to wipe any of the moisture from his face as he stares down at their son. Keeli had been his batchmate, after all; Obi-Wan had insisted that they chose the child’s name this time since he’d chosen Kai-Tal’s, and they’d all been at a loss until Rex had quietly asked if they could name him after his vod that hadn’t lived to see the end of the war. None of them had had the heart to tell him ‘no’, and besides, there were much worse names in the galaxy than Keeli Kenobi. “Yeah,” Rex whispers, reaching down to stroke his thumb through the baby’s thatch of dark curls. “Keeli Kenobi.”

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star-farer Ik’aad AU

[yatzstar]

Another baby Omega thing: she sees a pretty dress and declares she wants one, and the boys decide she’ll get her wish because she deserves something nice!! They either hand make it or buy it, I’m not sure which would be funnier. Either way they would go a bit overboard without realizing that a little kid doesn’t care about aesthetics. It could be made out of a space-potato sack and Omega would love it either way lol

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 16 - Mulled Wine with Kix

Summary: The mulled wine this year doesn't turn out how you expected, which is fine because you give Kix news he wasn't expecting.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Pregnancy, wine

A/N: I have like six more prompts to catch up with for these Life Day days. So I'll be trying to get to those these next few days!!

You’d spent all day nauseously making the mulled wine for the party tonight but it honestly just smelled bad at this point. 

“And this is… drinkable? Looks a little fancy.” Kix squeezes his arms around your waist teasingly before kissing your neck with a soft chuckle.

“Mmhm.” You smile. “It’s really good.” 

You honestly aren’t sure if it is, you’ve not tasted it yet, for certain reasons. Reasons you’re excited to tell Kix about soon. You’d planned on telling him before the party. 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He grins, pulling away to dip the ladle in and pour himself a cup.

He sniffs it once for good measure before screwing his face up and taking a sip. He makes a distasteful face next before handing you the cup.

“Nope. Sorry.” He grabs water out of the cooler and takes a long swig, obviously trying to get the taste of the wine out of his mouth. “Tastes like… a weird fruitcake?”

“It’s not that bad.” You roll your eyes and then take a tiny sip of his cup and immediately spit it back into the cup. “Okay so it is.”

“See? We are not mulled wine people.” He laughs before popping one of the cookies you made into his mouth.

“Normally, I make really good mulled wine. But… this year, I was actually not planning on drinking it so maybe that’s why it doesn’t taste as good.” You shrug, with a small smirk, waiting to see if he catches on.

“How about this regular wine- Wait… What?” He tilts his head, confused. “Why weren’t you planning on drinking any?” 

You grin. His eyes drop to your stomach and then back up to your eyes, the look on his face of hope. 

“Are you saying-”

You nod, grinning widely at your husband. “Yes!”

Wordlessly, Kix pulls you into his arms and spins you around the kitchen, excitedly. “This is… This is amazing news, cyare.” He kisses you passionately and you can’t help but giggle. 

It’s not like you were actively trying, but you know how much Kix wants a family and vice versa. You’ve been married a few years now, it just feels right. 

“Can we tell our family tonight?” He asks, hopeful.

“Absolutely.” You kiss him on the cheek and go back to finish getting ready for tonight. 

“The guys are going to be so excited. The first ik'aad.” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. 

“Ik’aad?” You ask.

“Ik’aad. Baby. The first baby of the family.” He grins. 

Later that night, when all the former 501st are there at the party, Kix pulls everyone into the living room of your luckily spacious apartment. 

“We have news.” Kix tells them, pulling you into his arms. 

Right away, they all understand what You and Kix are about to tell them and start cheering, excitedly, making you laugh. Kix tries to calm them all down so he can get the words out, but it’s no use. Everyone is too excited. Rex comes to give you his congratulations, followed by Tup, Echo, Hardcase, and then Fives. 

“I knew it!” Fives comes up to you, hugging you. “I called it.” 

“How could you know it when I didn’t even know it until today?” Kix rolls his eyes at his vod. 

“I just have a sense for these things.” Fives shrugs, smirking.

“What’s wrong with this wine?” Dogma’s voice comes from the kitchen.

You and Kix both laugh as he goes to pour it down the sink. Maybe you’ll try again next Life Day with the mulled wine.

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[setaripendragon]

Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier - in Mando’a

Here we go again.

This one is... not quite as difintively A Clone Song to me as the others I’ve translated, but there’s something about the fact that the mando’a phrase for a fresh start is ‘cin vhetin’ or white field/fresh snow, and it’s also what they call pure white armor... like the clones’... and how many of them died needlessly, died without knowing anything but war... Well, I just kind of had to translate it into Mando’a.

I’m honestly pretty pleased with how this one came out? The scansion is pretty damn good, with only one or two spots where there’s an extra syllable, and it still fits fairly nicely. (That’s the nice thing about translating a slow song; there’s more leeway.)

So, here it is:

Tal bat Cin’ciri (Blood upon the Snow)

Bah an kebise o’r kaysh taylir (To all things in her keeping) Oyu’baat dinu akaan (The galaxy gives violence) Kaysh meg mar’eyi tsad (He who finds a pack) Kaysh meg kemi yust* solus (He who walks his path alone)

Uvet drashaa uraktoshya ti cir’nara* (The world grows harder with the winter) Buire kyr’churu val vaar ik’aade (Parents bury their half-grown children) An senaare shev’la (All the birds are silent) Sa utreeyai* bat cin vhetin (As they starve on a white field)

Cir’nara tran*, ge’tal bat cin (Winter sun, red on white) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow)

Kyrbeje olar darasuum (The battlefields here are endless) Eparavur bal su draar yaihil (Devouring and yet never satisfied) An meg oyu’baat ru dinu (All that the universe gave) Cuyi taab’echaaj’la lo ka’ra (Is marching on into the stars)

Ni kemi yust (I walk the path) Bal bid kisol olar suvari (And so few here understand) Meg dha’ne ca (What the darkest night) Bal cir’ne woor ven hiibi (And coldest wind will take)

Ni jii dar copaani (I now no longer want) Haa’taylir vaii yust slana (To see where the path goes) Dargana ner nada* (I lost my warmth) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow)

Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow)

Ner kot ven nu trattoko (My strength will not fail) Al ibic akaan draar ani (But this war is never done) Kurshise nuvore (The trees refuse) Naas meg vencuyani (Nothing which sustains them) Nu pitat, nu tran’nau (No rainfall, no sunshine) Nu tal bat cin’ciri (No blood upon the snow)

Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow)

Bah an kebise o’r kaysh taylir (To all things in her keeping) Oyu’baat dinu akaan (The galaxy gives violence)

[*yust (way/path, esp. metaphorical) = goyust (road)] [*cir’nara (winter) = ciryc (cold) + ce’nara (time).] [*utreeyair (to starve) = utreeyah (empty) + yai (belly). Could also mean ‘barren’ as in, unable to have children, as ‘yai’ also means ‘womb’.] [*tran (sun) = tranyc (sunny).] [*nada (warmth/heat) = nadala (hot)]

[star-farer]

For the ik’aad AU: once bb Omega is old enough to have an opinion, is bedtime easy or a struggle? Same question for the dreaded bathtime as well!

Good question, anon.

Can't say I've got an answer :/

I have, surprisingly enough, not thought about bedtime. As for bathtime, there's a mention of it in one of my drafts, but not enough to go on.

So let me knuckle down and do this (sorry anon, this is going to be unnecessarily complex)

Take note that "old enough to have an opinion" is being taken as developmentally between the ages of 2 and 5 years (or in clone-terms, literal years, that is, 1 and 2 1/2 years), since she's taken away by Nala Se after this.

Bedtime:

I think she would fuss over bedtime like any kid. The usual "I wanna stay up as late as I can and play" spiel, only exacerbated by the fact that she doesn't get to see her buire often.

But, @/yatzstar mentioned something pretty recently that I've been thinking of for quite some time myself: That they spend their time not just playing with and taking care of her, but training her as well.

That's the clone way, after all.

For cadets to be raised as soldiers.

So, I see them training her, but in a somewhat unorthodox way, as all of CF99's methods are. Most of the games they play with her end up being crucial aspects of everything from survival to strategy cleverly disguised (Tech's the mastermind of most of these). She's obviously trained by Nala Se in the more traditional sense as a medical assistant as well, and the Batchers do get to hear her say her first words and take her first steps, so they teach her after the usual manner of raising a kid as well.

Now, the reason I went off on a seeming tangent is because I'm showing you that Omega is kept active, both mentally and physically, in the two and a half years she spends in her buire's company. As opposed to the rest of most of her "childhood" as a medical assistant to Nala Se.

The kid's gonna be tired, naturally.

I'm not saying they push her to perform. As clones who have been pushed themselves to absolutely ridiculous limits and beyond, I can't see them doing that to her.

That's not what they want for their daughter.

They don't want her to suffer like they did.

What they want for her is to know how to survive. Yeah, she's very young, but their mentality is a clone's mentality: to soldier on, to fight, to train, no matter the odds.

And for experimental clones as themselves, the most important aspect is to live. To survive. To outlast.

So they train her alongside balancing the time they simply spend with her doing regular stuff.

At the end of the day, Omega will complain and whine about wanting to stay up all night and not go to bed. Once her head hits the pillow, though, or one of her buire pick her up, she's already half-way to dreamland.

And while there are times where she's so tired she throws a tantrum, they are considerably few and far in-between.

Bathtime:

She's not too keen on bathtime.

If bubbles are involved, she's absolutely down to get suddsy.

But otherwise, there's just too much staying still.

And it's not like she can't stay still. She can, especially because she has to when she works with Nala Se. She knows how to stay still.

She'd just, rather be up and running and free to do as she pleases.

It's the same thing as doing something versus being told to do something.

Bubble baths are the only acceptable exceptions, however, and she will destroy worlds just to have one.

[padawansuggest]

Took a shower (thank the lord right) and accidentally created a new AU in my noggin be warned this one is super wild. Includes: Baby-Wan and ouchies and time travel

Obi-Wan goes back in time (whatever maybe he did it himself maybe someone did it to him maybe he did it on accident but it’s post ANH okay) and suddenly finds himself in his toddler body.

You know what his first thought is? Cody. And absolute grief because his soulmate HAD been there in the force with him but now he’s gone. So what does Cody make him think of? Jango. Which means he’s all ughhhhhhhhh I have to go save him, and manages to mindcontrol some guy into getting him off planet. So here he is four whole years old with all the adult emotions trapped in a baby body what can go wrong??? Pirates. Obviously.

Frankly the only reason he doesn’t feel bad about the guy he mind controlled cause he was already gonna end up here so. Whoops.

So who manages to find them of all the damn people? Jaster’s entire ship headed to Korda Six (yes I’m going there the force said ‘I’m gonna give the gays everything they want’ and started with a happy baby’) but having been waylaid by a sudden four year old WITH A KNIFE AND FERAL STUPIDITY on the bridge. He says his name is Cody, he cut Montrose on his calve and it IS gonna require surgery and he bites everyone. Especially Jango. Who is only ten and crying because an ik’aad bit him and Jaster is very torn between giving Jango kisses for his ouchie and helping catch the toddler that knows how to escape through vents and is staging a one toddler zero men mutiny and is loudly telling everyone he’s going to the Jedi.

Maybe he’s possessed. Maybe they can just take him to the Jetii for a quick exorcism and play blaster-armor-saber for who gets the honor of adopting his feral ass.

Till they come across a pirate ship beating up a stranded ship and that’s just not nice so well shit they gotta save them.

Which is how they end up with a traumatized Captain and a stowaway toddler who’s demanding to see Jango once he realizes what ship he’s on. Jango is grumpily dragged in to see him, gets baby attached to his chest (listen he is so over babies now you can let go anytime he’s not interested in getting bit again) and then the vent to the medical room and a feral toddler with a knife comes flying out and demands to get his love back right this fucking instant.

Jaster finally gets a hold of him, disarms him, and puts him in time out before asking who taught him that word that’s not an ad’ika word!

Cody, repentant because adult emotions in a baby body fills you up so much, cries and asks for cuddles. Jaster gives him cuddles before putting in on a cot with Obi-Wan who promptly forgets Jango exists and gives Cody shy baby kisses and holds his hand. Jango is relieved to not be the center of attention for a moment. Till Jaster promptly realizes no one told Obi-Wan who Jango is, why did Obi ask for him?? Obi says he’s a Jetii master trapped in a baby’s body.

Yeah so possession it is. They call up the Jetii and ask if they can come over for exorcisms n chill, the Jetii say they can give them one better can you plz pick up some stranded Jetii along the way? Don’t worry they can assess the situation and see if they need to come in for it. It’s Master Windu and Padawan Billaba! What a surprise! Obi had no idea this could be so easy!

Anyways. So he’s having trouble talking because let’s just say I’ve decided so, so he sorta throws his mental shields down and starts projecting at people, which along with giving EVERYONE a headache, instead of just Mace for once, gives the force the chance to snap a BUNCH of bonds in place. Like a master-apprentice bond with Mace. And vod’e bonds with Depa and Jango. And a Buir bond with Jaster. And a full fledged soulmate bond with Cody.

Anyways. Mace thinks he’s decided three things: he’s gotta (not wants to, but has to) get the senate to let them make an outpost in Mandalorian space so him and Obi can be with Obi’s new dad and family, he does NOT want to be a council member anymore because this is a fucking mess that’s gonna turn into a 6 day meeting for them, and yes, they need to go to the temple.

Anyways. Make Cody a small child and give him a knife is my solution to a lot of things actually.