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"Interesting tactic." Obi-Wan comments on the young Twi'lek's sudden, and successful, attempt of turning off her opponent's saber.

Master Yoda hums thoughtfully, nodding along as she and the Human girl she was battling start to roll around the sparing ring wrestling, "Hmm. Yes. Mastery of surprise, a firm grasp Initiate Poy has."

His grin is mostly hidden by his beard as Knight Yar separates the two, but the amusement gently ebbing around his great grandmaster is palpable and Obi-Wan is sure the elder can feel his amusement as well. It wasn't often that Obi-Wan had seen Master Yoda so light-hearted since the start of the war.

A war that seemed to drag on for what felt like years from all the issues - internal and external -, the personal toll on the Jedi, and more so the clones. It was truly impossible to believe that it had only been six months since Geonosis, or that it had been two months since Anakin had gone off on his own, knighted and mostly prepared for what lied ahead.

Though no one truly was. So Obi-Wan still worried, but nothing could be done for it in this time of upheaval.

He was able to abate some of the minor worry he couldn't shake during meditation and would remind himself that Anakin was more than capable and that he had the 501^st at his back. They were a fantastic legion, hand-picked from the 212^th by the new Knight and a freshly promoted Captain Rex. Obi-Wan could also soothe his mind - and simultaneously battle with his sanity - when he and Anakin ran missions together with the 501^st running backup for the 212^th.

Though their most recent campaign was less one filled with worries for everyone's safety and more an exercise in patience.

The 212^th was currently on a long leave of a tenday – if they were lucky – after defeating the Separatists on a planet near one of their few remaining hyperspace lanes. A planet, that Obi-Wan had completely forgotten the name of, and with good reason. Dreary weather with constant rain, interrupted sleep from said rain, and everyone being exceedingly cheeky did not make for a memorable time. Not even the swift end that Anakin brought about to the siege was a bright spot of that campaign because it was done foraging for bugs and being particularly obstinate.

"Yes sir. We're right on schedule." 

"But Master, you're the one that always taught me to feed off the Living Force." 

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes at the memories. Anakin, he expected it from, but his commander's amusement as he jetpacked away from the bunker had been a shock. Cody had only started to show off his humorous side more in the past months after his promotion to Marshall Commander. It was well-earned and seem to come with Cody being comfortable enough to ease up and show Obi-Wan the personality that he had craft for himself when he wasn't being prepared for war.

With a calming sigh, Obi-Wan clears those memories of disgusting sewers and bugs from his mind, focusing back on the Jedi Initiates in the training salle below with a smile. Obi-Wan had been thinking about training another padawan in the short time since Anakin's knighting, but it wasn't brought to light until the most unlikeliest of moments.

Obi-Wan had arrived at the Senate for an unofficial meeting with Bail and Senator Mothma over a bill to be pass soon about rationing amounts. Obi-Wan was meeting with them to make sure medical and food amounts could be increased for the clones as they needed it much more than he and his fellow Jedi did. But before the meeting could get underway Bail asked if they would have to wait long for Anakin's arrival.

That gave Obi-Wan pause, ready to come to his padawan's defense and citing that he would be leaving from the Temple later for something or another, ignoring the real possibility that Anakin could be a floor below them in a certain office. But before he could, Obi-Wan reminds himself of recent events and tells Bail that Anakin would not be coming to the meeting as he was a system away, and as a Knight, was not obligated to follow his former master around. With a good chuckle at that slip-up the meeting went on as they brainstormed ideas, but the idea that Anakin was no longer his padawan began to weighted on Obi-Wan. 

It was Senator Mothma, two days later, as they finished up their preparations, who made the distinction clear for the odd void Obi-Wan had been settling with. She compared him to a few members of her family, citing that he seemed to be a bit of an empty-nester, as she called it, and was not yet used to Anakin not being his side. Looking up the term later during his latemeal Obi-Wan could find some truth in the terminology. Anakin's knighting was sudden and paired with Obi-Wan's love of teaching, it left the man bereft of that closeness and sense of responsibility he had cultivated with Anakin.

Obi-Wan has always enjoyed the delightful inquisitive minds of all the younglings he taught in his classes, but there was just something special and humbling about teaching and learning with a padawan as they grew. And it was something that Obi-Wan wished to start anew. It wasn’t unheard of for Jedi Masters to take on another student soon after their first had finished their trials. Some waited years or only ever had one, but Obi-Wan knew he would have more students then Anakin. And the war would not last long.

It was an optimistic thought that teetered within the whispers of the Force, tilting in many directions as the Force was forever in motion, but it was always mysterious in what it revealed. And even if the war didn't last long it didn't pertain to what would happen within that time.

Still, with the time given and Obi-Wan's schedule cleared enough that he felt comfortable to, he gave himself over to deep meditation. He had not been able to in some time, only taking time to meditate to power through the next campaign or to settle his turbulent emotions that were connected to the injustices that the war had brought to light. But in the privacy of his own rooms and with a full day to himself Obi-Wan could fully give himself over to the Force, wading into the humid embrace that was the Unifying Force the longer he centered himself.

Through the heavy fog of darkness, that now obscures his clearer visions, Obi-Wan was able to feel the impressions of something light and new. Like that of the bright excitement of an Initiate.

And not one, but two lights.

The first one was like a new star burning brightly and without measured, empathetic for the galaxy while staying steady and patience. But there was also just a hint of spite weaving through the center, though for what reason wasn't seen. The other light was twinkling with brazen determination and fearlessness, but beneath it a gentleness that was strong to its core.

They remained close and were not eclipsed by the supernova that is Anakin's Light, but they were easily drawn to Obi-Wan's more mellowed presence as well. The lights were also easily separable, carrying between them a warm weight unto themselves, much like the camaraderie between Obi-Wan and his closest friends. Then, as if one was meant for him, the first light gravitated towards his sense of self. And before the understanding of that settles Obi-Wan is overcome by a sense joy from a greater presence wrapping around him before gently pushing him away from the humidity to the cool air of his room, highlighted by the warm sunset hues of an evening night.

He was to have another padawan and he knew it would be soon.

That is why Obi-Wan is not completely putout by Master Yoda leading him on an extensive walk as the Grandmaster talked in his usual riddles, though less discernable at the time, before bringing him to the largest training salle they had. He could have asked Obi-Wan to simply accompany him to the Padawan Tournament and he would have understood as Mace, who usually accompanied Master Yoda, was on assignment on Dantooine. The other two likely candidates were also busy; Master Plo was engaged in a space battle in the Mid-Rim with Kit and his battalion as backup. And Shaak would be on Kamino until further notice to make sure the clones were well cared for.

He would have gladly come without being lead on a wild geejaws chase, but Master Yoda was never for straightforward action. And Obi-Wan had an inkling the Grandmaster was planning something as well, it was his modus operandi after all.

Glancing away from the salle below, as the younger Initiates took a seat on the edges to make way for the older ones, Obi-Wan is at ease as he is unnerved.

Yes, looking around the observation gallery there were other Masters here watching the proceedings, but half were holos of those that were systems away and Obi-Wan knew there was a recording of the tournament for those unable to watch now, but still wished to participate in a way to fulfil their duty —

The sudden poke to his side has Obi-Wan pulling away from his dour thoughts of the holographic audience to Master Yoda. But seeing his attention was still on the salle and the poke happens again, with the clear indication that it wasn't Yoda, Obi-Wan takes the nudge by the Force to look forward. And what he sees has Obi-Wan's attention and not just because of the Initiate's hair, though it was quite striking. It was braided back across her head, but pulled together into a low ponytail of thick hip-long curls that faintly glowed navy and royal blue. 

But it was the Arri's presence that shock Obi-Wan the most. Like a gale before a storm made landfall, the energy was immense, but was also as vibrant as a well-maintained and loved garden. Vividly alive and perfectly aligned with his more reserved senses, not at all brash, only strong and very present.

And if her presence wasn’t something to be awed by her opening stance piqued his interest. It was definitely a modified style of Ataru along with the forward stance for Echani, but without igniting her saber. Her hold was steady as her eyes locked on her opponent, a female Frozian, and her expression painfully stony.

Then what could only be Knight Yar giving them the signal for the next duel through the Force the blue-haired Arri engages her opponent frighteningly fast, her deep blue saber an angry harsh line as she attacks with a strong downward strike. In the Frozian's attempt to defend the blue-haired Initiate pushes forward, but also grabs the right wrist of the feline sentient and pulls - with her hand, not the Force - and the Frozian, who was clearly surprised, was easily divesting of her lightsaber finding it pointed at her own throat.

The blue-haired Initiate's expression barely flinches.

And she goes on to win again and again.

Each strike that she does make with her lightsaber - when she wasn't using hand-to-hand combat - looks full of anger, but Obi-Wan had fought enough Sith and dark acolytes to see the clear differences. Aggressive yes, but controlled each time. Obi-Wan can also sense that it was not pointed at anyone directly, just the circumstances of the duel. And this was something that Obi-Wan knows well. That it was pure determination she was moving on.

There was a certain unrefined passion to her determination, but it didn't lessen the skill the Initiate had in her dueling. A passion born out of the love of the form she had chosen and the exuberance she felt when her crafted style bore fruit.

Not only that, but her speed was incredible! Only two other Initiates thus this far had tried to match the Arri only for her to outlast them and still not show any signs of tiredness. The Force did and would provide its practitioners to move with great ease, some more than others, but the action of using it constantly and sometimes with the use of hand-to-hand combat mixed in with her saber dueling was rarely ever seen. Some would employ a rare kick or backhand, but she was making excellent use of this style she had developed using equal amounts of her body as weapon as much as her blade.

The only individual that came to mind with using hand-to-hand was Knight Swan, but she had not learned until later when Master Plo took over her training as a senior padawan. This Initiate was using it as her primary form and Obi-Wan could already see it was formidable in its use.

Intrigued, Obi-Wan glances at the names on the screen above and some of his surprise melts away into understanding. Looking down to the datapad he was provided he doesn’t have to scroll far to find her name, clicking on ‘Ah’Dallir, Tae’sie’ for her report file to pop up. 

The report starts with a personality description by her crèche-master, saying she was intuitive, inquisitive, caring and helpful to a fault, but blunt. This is followed by stating  she was very endowed with the Living Force along with a high count just exceeding eighteen thousand like her brother. 

Glancing at the course work, Obi-Wan smiles at the classes she was taking now, many of the same courses he had taken as a padawan and a few he didn’t, mostly in concern for the arts. There was also a large section of Expo and survival classes she took when she was younger. And between the respite of Tae’sie's fifth and sixth duel he reads over her five references. He isn't surprised to see Shaak's, as she had help bring her to the Temple, but the one from the Exploration's Master of the Order, Master Mixhel, was quite shocking. She was a mostly silent Dressellian who never spoke on any topic not pertaining to the ExpoCorps, but skimming through the letter found she had nothing but praise for how Tae’sie had handled the year Knight Dallir had spirited his sister away from her crèche clan's trip to a MediCorps station. 

Though something Obi-Wan couldn't understand was why she was one of the ten younglings that were left over from their thirteen year. He understood that the war had put the regular schedule off until now, but she was clearly qualified to have already been taken on as an apprentice before this. On top of that, Tae’sie was the last one of her clan not chosen, the other five of Porg Clan choosing to go into the Services.

But it didn't mattered now because Obi-Wan was sure of her place in his lineage.

Not only had the Force been humming contently and into a rising harmonious crescendo, but it matched note for note Obi-Wan's own sense of hopeful excitement as he watches her final duel start. He hoped that another member hadn't asked her to study under them yet. Obi-Wan would like a chance to meet with her after the Tournament to see if they could be as compatible as he had felt with the Force.

"She is incredibly talented and controlled," Obi-Wan whispers, knowing Master Yoda will hear him, "Her master will have a most excellent padawan." He adds gently, fishing for any information on who might have an eye on choosing her.

Obi-Wan doesn't see the Grandmaster's ears wilt at his words nor how he hunches forward as he too watches in interest, "Jedi master, Initiate Ah’Dallir, has not. Caused fear, her passionate dueling has. Clouded in this time of darkness, others’ judgement has been."

"She - She is to be passed over?" Obi-Wan turns to Master Yoda, unable to keep his shock in check, "But her skills and knowledge – Surely she has a few looking to train her?"

"Excellent Jedi young Ah’Dallir would make. But too strongly connected to her emotions, she is," He says, resting his claws on his cane, expression extremely pensive, "Concerns there are, of what will happen if she becomes as powerful as her brother."

"It seems more of a ‘when’ then ‘if’," Obi-Wan say dryly as Tae’sie disarms her opponent and primes herself to put her elbow into the Iktotchi boy’s throat, but stopping the lightning quick attack before it touches. Knight Yar calls her win for the seventh in the row, cementing her passing the first of the trials, "Which Corps have they planned for her?"

"Initiate Ah’Dallir, strong in the Living Force, she is. Knowledgeable in her youth, as well," And though the elder tries to hide it, Obi-Wan still feels that awful breathless moment that comes with sadness for another, "Reassignment, unknown it is, for which path is best. She is to decide. A great honor to have. And happy to have her, all Corps will be."

Obi-Wan had never heard of that before and while it could be seen as an honor,

She won’t see it that way.

All the Corps in the Open Service were valued and seen as honorable vocations. The Formal Order went through lengths to teach about its other sectors and having clans or classes visit different Corps for hands on work. The Reassignment Council would mediate and meditate with younglings who were unsure of what vocation they wanted if they decided to stay with the Jedi and also work with those that did not find a master that year. They made sure they were paired with the best choice to fit their skills and mentors to help with the transition.

But one, AgriCorps, still had the stigma of being known as a failure or washout for potential Formal Jedi. If you were older and joined AgriCorps, it was a calling of useful retirement. If one was younger it was for classes. But an adolescent age equivalent with a lightsaber? It marked you, regardless of teaching, it wasn’t usually seen in a good light.

Those who had failed to find a master one year could always, and were encouraged to, come back the following year to try again as there was no limit to, but the orbital rotations on most of the planets they farmed were longer for greater yields and by that time they may wish to stay as they found respect or a calling in themselves to the work, as the Reassignment Council had foreseen.

But to those that still worked to be a Jedi. Wanted it. Saw it as a calling. They shouldn’t be left behind nor left out without any options and no one supporting them.

But Obi-Wan can’t place his fear of inadequacy on Tae’sie, but it was so similar to his own experience and she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be a Jedi of the Formal Order. The difference was instead of impulsive anger it had more of a focus on her strength and 'supposed' emotional instability.

"How many more days of these trials are there?" Knowing there has been some changes to accommodate for the war they had been drafted into.

Ears perking up, Master Yoda turns to him calmly, "Again planning something, you are my great grandpadawan?"

"Have you known me to do anything else?" Obi-Wan asks with a smirk.

Chuckling to himself, the elder Jedi settles into his hover chair, Force presence beaming, and Obi-Wan's smirk lifts into a full smile. He always was happy to ease his great grandmaster's pains of age and weight of his status with their similar humor. It was definitely needed now more than ever with the swift change in their current lives.

Looking back out, Obi-Wan see another one of the older Initiates, a familiar looking Togruta holding her saber in a reverse grip. Before Knight Yar can signal the start of the match she’s already making quips and smirking at her opponent, much like how Anakin does. Obi-Wan could see two getting along or blowing up at each other...

His eyes lift to the screen once again and see 'Tano, Ahsoka' and Obi-Wan remembers the small Togruta that Master Plo happily introduced to all. After her third win using a reverse grip Obi-Wan's finds his interest piqued again and he reviews her file as well, and is not at all surprised by the loving reference Master Plo wrote for the Togruta he had found all those years ago. She would be a perfect padawan for him as well.

But watching her fight and sensing her Force presence - like a stream endlessly pushing forward, fighting to become a river that could shape it's way - Obi-Wan thinks they may not be the best pair immediately. It would take more time for them to settle and that would be detrimental to her training. She would do much better with someone else. Someone like...

Well like Anakin.

Smiling to himself an idea begins to take form of mentioning the Togruta to Anakin. Perhaps seeing her might change his mind about teaching.

"Focus," And it is enforced with the knobby end of that accursed glimmer stick to his right arm, "Here and now you must be. Scheming, there is a time for later. Hmm?"

"Yes Master Yoda." Obi-Wan grins as he rubs at his injured arm.

Though he was soon called away by the lesser forces that be, his presence needed for an important military briefing about their hyperspace lanes. But before his departure Obi-Wan was able see Ahsoka pull off an ingenious fourth win by bravely, and slightly recklessly, feinting while turning off her lightsaber to then pounce on her taller opponent, toppling them. Though she is sadly out on her fifth fight when she goes up against the Frozian female from before, who had a good grasp of form V, which Ahsoka's reverse grip didn't hold up well against.

As he left for the briefing, Obi-Wan was determined to see these trials through and hopefully not just gain another padawan, but a grandpadawan as well.

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It took him two days, but Obi-Wan was finally present for the tournament again, even it was only for the last day.

He had missed Focus and Target and the first Practical Application session, but was determined to see session two today, especially since it dealt with piloting and medical care. After that there would be an hour break to get ready for the Melee, which Obi-Wan was sure that Tae’sie and Ahsoka will go far in.

Obi-Wan had hoped to be free to see the mechanics and diplomacy sessions, but an early morning security meeting that ended up running long had destroyed that notion. Yet it wasn't a complete lost. When he returned to the Temple he checked his inbox, out of a force of habit, and found that one of his newest messages were the recordings for the first session of Practical Applications and Focus and Target. He hadn't requested them and even though it said it was from Knight Yar, Obi-Wan knew this was Master Yoda's doing, but he didn't mind him meddling with this.

It wasn’t the same to watch, not being able to sense the state of mind of the Initiates even if he could tell Tae’sie and Ahsoka on were beyond focused with the ease of movement and their calm stances. With Focus and Target, Ahsoka took the seeker droid out in under ten deflections with the last one a sharp slash up to hold the saber parallel with herself and allowing the bolt to arc perfect off her blade and into the floating droid. Tae’sie also looked perfectly calm, but instead of taking on the droid directly she stood calmly and expertly dodged the shots until the right moment. She ignited her blade at the perfect moment and hit the target dead on, on the first try!

The Practical Application for mechanics went well for Ahsoka and Tae’sie, both finishing in under half an hour. They weren't on their way to being scrap junkies like Anakin as Tae’sie looked like she had eaten something sour and went through the motions with practice ease of using the Force where her claws would get in the way or using her claws in a pinch if she couldn't find the right tool. Meanwhile, Ahsoka had a twinkle of glee in her eyes as she took apart the hyperdrive to search for her unique problem to fix, hydrospanner held between her fangs, smile wide, and movements ecstatic as she moved between the drive and her toolkit. 

However, all that ease was not there for Ahsoka during the diplomacy session. She struggled to retain the the calm and sadly one rash whispered comment had the volunteering Knights and Masters from the theatrics club dramatically blow up in a fury. Something Obi-Wan had seen only when he took a teenaged Anakin on what he assumed would be simple missions. Did it matter that usually in their flight for safety that they found the true problem? Yes, because Anakin loved to remind him that his lack of tack had saved planets. That thought immediately had Obi-Wan stopping the feed and making a note to insist that he or Padme were the ones to help with Ahsoka's debating and compromising skills.

Where Ahsoka faltered though, Tae’sie flourished.

She asked for both sides testimonies and gently, but sternly, asked for order when needed, that stony gaze back in effect, but for a different type of battle. As she worked through her test exercise she did so with a soft smile and a gilded veneer that became something sly after she got both sides to agree to a compromise unwittingly. It spoke of someone who saw issues and deals like this before. And knowing a few stories and rumors around her brother's work it was almost certain that Tae’sie got a front row seat to similar situations during that year in Wild Space and the Outer Reaches. 

Having watched the recordings, Obi-Wan was more than eager to see the proceedings today. 

With piloting, Ahsoka excelled and had a sharp eye for shooting that could have been used in the Starfighter Corps. Tae’sie was also an impressive pilot, but she only made half of the required hits and at dangerously close ranges, which showed both a recklessness and skill to the shots she made. 

Medical care had them at even requirements, both with excellent bedside manner and some light firmness that he wished more medics and healers had. They went through the process of taking care of their fake burned victim without any problems, once again provided by some of the members of the theatrics club. 

When it finally came to the Melee they all moved to the gardens with anticipation. The Masters and Knights on a stretch of catwalk above the clearing and the Initiates standing equal distance from each other around the outskirts of the clearing. Taking up a free spot towards the end of the section Obi-Wan looks down and is mildly shocked to see not Knight Yar, but Master Yoda standing in the center, ready to start the Melee.

"Greeting younglings." 

"Greetings Master Yoda."

Humming at their response he takes measured steps as he turns to give each Initiate his undivided attention and to nod at them before looking to the next one. When he completes his round he settles, leaning heavily on his glimmer stick.

"Many of you there are, strong in many skills as well. All worthy of training you are," Eyes crinkling as he smiles, "Learned well and displayed well you have, but choices made now - Hmm – the end, they are not. For every choice, a path there is. A path in the Force. Trust in it. In trust, find wisdom and strength you will." Ending solemnly and punctuating it with a sense of calm and pride.

Then in the next moment the old master jumps up into the branches of a Baraka wide-leaf tree above and the ten oldest Initiates and the twenty-two second year Initiates charged into the rounded clearing.

The Melee was always the quickest of the tournament and had the usual factor of letting those that didn't shine during one-on-one duels show off what they could do. Yet it does not seem to be the case here.

Obi-Wan is not surprised with how far Ahsoka makes it with her tactic of jumping at or onto other Initiates and her quick attacks, her reverse grip throwing them off. Nor is Obi-Wan surprised when in the end Tae’sie wins it all with a series of unconventional moves.

Throughout the battle she moved with regular speed, but was no less devastating. At one point Tae’sie caught the same Frozian girl's wrist again and tossed her into another Initiate coming up behind the Arri, the strength of the throw knocked them both out of the clearing. Obi-Wan then saw her fight two younger Initiates as numbers dwindled, but she kept up well with them before she pushed her offense, flipping over them and kicking out without looking. Her kick sent the Roonan boy flying and crashing into a Mirialan girl as the other Initiate who was fighting Tae’sie turned around. But she was barely able to turn around when Tae’sie struck, punching the Cathar girl as she turned, knocking her out instantly.

Tae’sie then she darts forward, and in a stunning move slides and kicks out, swiping the legs out from under the last other Initiate, a neutral Lasat, who had just disarmed Ahsoka. In a blink Tae’sie is up and preforming a perfect roundhouse kick to the Lasat's left wrist to disarm the falling Initiate. Using a push without look, Tae’sie tosses the saber out of the clearing while spinning to hold her lightsaber at the Lasat's throat.

Obi-Wan admits he had to stop a chuckle, forcing it to just the quirk of his lips at that move. He was quite sure that Cody would be impressed with her fighting form if not a bit exasperated if Obi-Wan ever showed him this move in particular. 

Any doubts Obi-Wan had, and of that there were few of, were clearly crushed after today. Obi-Wan knew Tae’sie would be the padawan for him as the Force burned warmly in agreement and was already reaching out to her, excited and whispering of the bond they would form. 

And if his plan worked he only hoped that Anakin would see the same with Ahsoka as Obi-Wan had with Tae’sie.

Cody knew something was going to happen today.

He wasn't one to be superstitious about feelings, but being with the Jedi got rid of that concern. Cody had learned to trust his instincts more readily, which was especially useful with his general.

All the more reason to listen to this feeling was because General Kenobi had been gone most of the week, citing some Jedi obligations and wanting Cody and the men to have a more of relaxing leave. What was unsaid but understood was that the 212^th could only truly relax without the general present. Maybe with a different general, but General Kenobi was always welcomed, his acts of kindness and actions spoke for him in a way that couldn't be explain and no one was ever put out when he visited.

Still that didn't mean that Cody was fine with the feeling of something as nebulous as the Force directing life – or the sense of amusement that came whenever he thought that – or the interesting problems it causes.

So when he hears the soft knock at the door of the barracks' converted office Cody already knows who it is and can tell that somehow, someway, the Force is involved.

"You can come in general." He calls out, Pierce giving him a look from across the table that asked how he knew it was General Kenobi.

The door slides open to the office space and the general sweeps in with the inherent grace all jetiise possessed and his signature smile. On top of that he was actually dressed like one too. Cody had gotten used to seeing the general in his usual battlefield dress, the effective mix between the clones and the Jedi; a set of blacks with Jedi robes tied around and armor, or at least the parts of the kit Cody had gotten him to keep. But to see him in full Jedi robes like the first time he met General Kenobi half a year ago was odd. Not unsettling, but the general, for once, looked like all the kindness and gentleness Cody always knew he embodied. 

Stranger still was how happy the general was. 

Not content or amused by something, he was genuinely happy and it ached and twisted something in Cody's chest that this was the first time he was witnessing it and that he didn't know what to do.

"Commander. Major. I’m glad I found you," General Kenobi says as he stops on the other side of the table next to Pierce, "I have wonderful news."

"What is it sir?" Perfectly fine to take a break from the formwork that never ended, even during leave.

"I have decided to train another padawan." He announces practically glowing even though he said it with in his normal serene tone and half smile.

In this environment, Cody thinks to himself before it is swiftly followed by, Another one.

It’s not that he dislikes Skywalker...... General Kenobi holds a soft spot for the taller man. And he was a good man. Much more honest and decent than most and Cody knows he’s good to the Vode. Loyal to a fault and understanding them on a level they couldn’t really speak. And on occasion his plans did work, it was just that he was simply... Skywalker.

And something about him made Cody unsure and very irritated.

But Cody also knows himself well enough to know a small amount of pettiness is directed at the younger general from when Skywalker was a commander. Commander Skywalker always found a way to mess up his plans, convincing General Kenobi to take up his own jetii osik more than usual. As if it wasn’t enough already. Cody can’t even describe the weariness that falls on him the moment he knows the 212^th and the 501^st are going to team up, which turns most of their plans into ‘improvising safely’ and any contingencies he made blow up in spectacular fashion. Usually because of the improvising.

At least with his promotion after the victory at Praesitlyn, Skywalker has grown and grown well with Rex and Torrent. But at times he can still be that whiny commander and Cody isn’t sure he was looking forward to another.

"We’re getting a command’ika?" Pierce looks up at the general, eyes wide with excitement. 

Looking down, the general blinks thoughtfully at Pierce with a puzzled smile. But before Cody can explain the term General Kenobi's smile becomes fond as he asks, "A little commander, Pierce?"

Cody is sure his mouth drops as he stares at the general. Shock didn’t cover what Cody was feeling, it was a messy jumble of surprise as well as a heavy dose of something worrying – he thinks – but it made him warm thinking that General Kenobi had learned their language.

 "...Uh... Yes, sir." Draws his attention briefly to Pierce and they share a look that can only be understood as The General knows Mando’a!

"We ...Well we’ve all taken a liking to the - the cadets – padawans! - and most of them are little," And as Pierce mimes the height of one of the padawans Cody swears he can feel the heat of embarrassment coming of the other at his own actions, "and have the commander rank so ..."

"So it became a fond nickname." General Kenobi finishes for him.

"Yes sir." Pierce mumbles miserably.

"I like it. And I'm sure a couple will be thrilled to know you all have given them a personal title," Then that fondness turns into something of delight as Obi-Wan leans forward with a conspiratorial whisper, "Although some might be slightly upset at being called ‘little’ since they're at the time when most hit their growth spurts."

Any embarrassment or stress Pierce was experiencing leaves like a gust of wind as he smiles back, though a bit shaky, and Cody can imagine. He felt the same way too at first when he misspoke in front of the general only to be reminded and then had to remind himself that they were relatively safer here.

Exhaling an amused huff, the general’s bright smile is turn his way and Cody can’t help but return it, but quickly has to settle it as the general offers to help them with the requisition forms they needed to finish.

With all three of them, and more importantly General Kenobi’s signature, they finish the work faster than he had expected. Pierce quickly excuses himself, likely leaving for the larger of the two break rooms, ready to spill about the certain non-classified part of their work meeting.

Stretching and attempting to hide a yawn, Cody feels the pop in his shoulders more than hears it with the static in his ears from the stretching.

I’ve only been up fourteen hours, I should not be this tired.

"I don’t know how you do it Cody."

Opening his eyes, Cody finds storm grey blue ones lock on his, indulgence and concern radiating softly.

"Do what sir?"

"Sitting straight back like that all the time," General Kenobi says with a shake of his head, "I can’t imagine its comfortable." He adds while he stands and makes his way over to the caf machine.

"Not all of us can twist ourselves into a knot and sit uncomfortable." Cody answers as he leans back as much as he could in the stiff office chair, regretting not going with a more comfortable version.

I need to ask Fox if anymore of those senate seats have been thrown out.

It didn’t surprise him anymore how a nick or a simple rip could have the senators and their aides discarding furniture, but it did give them all bargaining power with furniture stores and repair shops to get what they liked.

"I’ll have you know it’s quite comfortable." The general quips back and Cody grins at the months old discussion.

"As if you wouldn’t do it just because it confuses everyone."

"Now why would I do that?"

Smiling widely, hearing the grin in his general’s voice, Cody goes right for one of the cores of this topic, "You like to see the shinies all confused."

"It is quite adorable, I’ll admit. But it works as a fantastic ice-breaker and it really is that comfortable my dear commander."

Humming a noncommittal tone, Cody leans forward to hunch over the table instead of resting back and feels his lower back protest before popping. He relaxes into his folded arms and is glad he decided to forgo the top of his kit today.

The warming presence of the room, the soft humming from the general, and the quiet noises coming from the machine as he worked it had Cody drifting even as the strong sense of caf began to fill the room.

Caf from their top of the line machine was the strongest out of all the barracks as it was ‘liberated’ from the Chagrian delegations’ office – if the labels under the tape were right – by General Skywalker as an office warming gift. If it happened to be from the same delegation and Vice Chancellor that all but spit fire and fury at General Kenobi for his handling of the Battle of Champala, even though they had won and the general had nearly drowned saving the civilians trapped in the underwater caves with Separatists aqua-droids sent to cull the lower settlements.

If that was the case, Cody wasn’t against being an shebs'palon again or turning a blind eye to the confiscated goods and Skywalker’s perfectly petty revenge.

Mind drifting to that memory, the excited manic energy that surrounded the young general when he swept in and hooked up the machine, talking a klick a minute has Cody’s thoughts churning in his head about the general’s announcement.

Mind too alert now Cody sits up to see the general turning around with a steaming cup floating in front of him.

"Do you think that it would be wise general?" Spills out before he can think better of it.

The general takes hold of the cup when he gets close enough and offers it to him as he sits. Cody takes it gladly with a whispered ‘thank you sir’ as he breathes in the painfully strong aroma of the straight black caf before taking a cautious sip, thanking the universe that the Chagrians’ lack of taste meant everything they made had the sharpest of tastes.

"Obi-Wan please," And opening his eyes Cody is struck with those caring blue eyes again, but also the passive expression they’ve all come to know as the mask of the ‘Negotiator’, "This is somewhat of a personal nature."

"Obi-Wan," Cody amends, "Do you think this is the right decision?" Watching Kenobi over the rim of his cup.

"Normally I would be more hesitant, yes," And something shifts beneath Kenobi's calm. Eyes darker, shoulders tense, and something almost electric to the touch as he looks pass Cody and somewhere into the past, "But for her. No. I know that I should."

"The Force?" Cody says, trying to bring some lightness back to the room.

It works as intend as Kenobi’s gaze cut back to him, all bright and soft with lines crinkling around the edges of his eyes. And Cody takes another sip from his caf trying to look cheeky so he doesn’t focus on the implications of that statement or sadness coming from the Jedi. Cody couldn’t give Kenobi comforting words for something he knew nothing about and he knew Kenobi would brush them off with the usual false cheer. The best thing Cody could give the other now was an opening to speak about something he wanted to.

"Precisely," Kenobi grins, a bit more genuinely now, "Though I will admit that comes from the connection I felt between us and... Well the small selfish notion of wishing to teaching again." Kenobi's ears coloring in a light blush as whispers this confession with a full smirk.

And Cody knew how much he loved teaching. No matter how basic the action or how simple the item was, something that all nat-borns knew inherently, but they didn’t, Kenobi would take the time to answer any and all questions posed to him. Always making time for them.

"Your secret’s safe with me Obi-Wan." Cody says seriously, but letting his lips lift up.

"Surprisingly, it’s not much of a secret I'm afraid," Kenobi chuckles as he settles back, "All Jedi have an innate want to learn, this is just another way we do. Plus, it’s tradition as well of a rite of passage in a way."

"You just do it more."

Shrugging, Kenobi goes on to explain how teaching was interconnected to the Code and philosophy of the Jedi. Cody listens with a gentle smile, happy that whatever dark cloud was over Kenobi had pass. But as he listens, Cody’s mind still circles back around to the reason this started. He wants get back to that topic except he didn’t know how or if he should after that response.

But Kenobi never wanted them to feel like they weren’t heard, that he wasn’t heard.

It had been a surprise to Cody that the general had cared about his opinion, even outside of battle plans, even though Rex assured him that Kenobi and Skywalker didn't mind. Even Alpha had said in his own way that General Kenobi was one of the good ones. And with the actual reassignment of Alpha to Kamino and soon after the exit of Anakin and Rex it had left a certain void between the two, and in it they had found each other, talking more and Cody believes became closer. It certainly was shown in how they had become a much better fighting unit. And with some light encouragement from Kenobi, Cody found himself becoming closer with his primary drop company, Ghost becoming some of the few other Vode he could approach easier despite his rank.

This was clearly evident again when Kenobi's mouth closes and his head tilts, watching him as he catches Cody’s eyes.

"Does this trouble you that greatly?" Kenobi asks, folding his hands on the table loosely, friendly and relaxed, "You know I value your insight. What are your concerns Cody?"

He buries the momentary shock of still being asked his opinion and answers, "There are equal pros and cons."

The pros were that there would be another Jedi on hand like they had before. Also the new commander would then be in tuned with how just the 212^th operates and could help with formwork. And on some level would be a morale boost because as Pierce said they really had come to love the little ones running under foot when they visited the Temple.

But the cons were that they were at war and a quicker learning curve would be needed for the new commander. And while the Jedi were quick learners this would still be upending a lot of what she knew. On top of that she would not be fully trained like Kenobi or was almost finished with her training like Skywalker had been and she could be a liability.

"All valid concerns," Kenobi sighs, weariness clinging to him now, "I can’t give you definites, but I do have access to her report file if you would like to look it over."

"I would. Thank you."

"It’s nothing. May I?" Looking to Cody's Command datapad, passing it over to Kenobi he does something before looking over it, "What would you like to see first, academic or skills?"

"I'd liked to both side by side so I can get better understanding if I could sir. Obi-Wan."

Another small smile graces Kenobi's lips as he gets up and settles in the chair next to him, "Of course." 

Cody reads through the file with Kenobi by his side, a patient and unobtrusive presence next to him, letting him assess what he reads and sees. Kenobi only speaks when he asks a question and doing a very good job of answering straightforwardly. Cody can’t tell if its just for his benefit of not knowing these things or because Kenobi is trying to seem impartial. Most of it is easy to understand and some of what he sees waylays his concerns. Her early stuff, beside maths, were all survival based and it wasn’t until she was eleven standard that she had started to take other courses that he assumed were more Jedi based considering the nature of them. But still in between those class were science courses and spar training measured out too. And watching the short recordings - or they're short because of the nature of how quickly she beats the other Jedi cadets - Cody can see she is a very capable fighter. 

But when she kicks out and completes a roundhouse kick Cody grimaces good-naturedly and looks back, now understanding why Kenobi said to look at this recording last. Kenobi glances back, expression blank, but Cody can just tell he was laughing on the inside, his eyes were too shiny not to be.

"Alright, I’ve been convinced," Kenobi's answering smile was small as he tries to look calm, but to Cody he looks brighter than usual. Always did when they were in agreement about something, but this felt like something more, "You should forward anything you can to Helix so he’s ready to make the appropriate medical list for her."

"Prepare as always my dear. I’ll also ask Master Eh’Yasir about which holobooks on their biology is best to trust and what cultural aspects they still practice here."

"Not human than." Cody had figured with the longer than normal hair and pointed ears, but he didn’t want to assume since he was still learning about the galaxy.

"No. Humanoid, but that can only get you so far."

"So when will she be joining us sir?"

At that Kenobi turns sheepish. Its a small thing of him looking down and to the right with that disarming smile still fixed to his face, and Cody braces for something else that only his general could do.

"Well I plan to have a meeting with her tomorrow to see if she would like to become my padawan."

He hadn’t even – New plan. Plan for it and be ready even in case.

Exasperated fondness fills his chest at his general's leap first policy. It didn’t happen often, but when it did Cody always followed, he knew it would always turn out right in the end and today was just another example.

"Well I hope the meeting goes well." 

"As do I Cody. As do I. I think it will do us all some good."

"I hope so," Finishing off the last of his caf with a sigh, "Just tell me they’re not as difficult as General Skywalker was as a commander."

Cody wasn't expecting the somewhat dignified snort, but he enjoys seeing Kenobi relax, "Not to worry Cody. I’m sure you’ll mesh well. She still young yet, and is more my temperament. Together, I believe, she will be in fine hands."

"Me sir?" Glad he finished of his drink or he might have swallowed it, "But she’s your cadet – padawan. Why would I help with her training?"

"Yes she will be, but her training, like all padawans, will be a communal effort," Kenobi explains kindly, "I don’t know everything and she will have different interests. And during this time I can think of no one else better to help. You’ll know best how to integrate her into fighting with the clones and how operations of the ship and command should be handled," And with a wan smile, but the most genuine and vulnerable expression he had ever seen on the general's face he says, "Between the two of us we’ll train someone well versed in real galactic problems, creative thinking and battle tactics, and of course proper diplomacy. It’ll be a privilege."

Something flips in his chest, both serene and chaotic as that sinks in, that he had General Kenobi's respect, so much so that he asked and he was now trusting him with his padawan. And despite all the swirling emotions of that it felt right, settling in the back of his mind like a gentle touch, that it would be alright.

"I – That does sound nice... Did you know I’d agreed?"

"Let’s says I know how Mandalorians can be." Kenobi whispers with a wink and Cody can't stop his eyebrow from lifting at the cocky response.

"Story for another time."

"Definitely," But once again it seems the world closes down around the general as he hunches in on himself without looking like he was doing so, "Though I must ask... Are you alright with me knowing your language?"

"Sir?"

"I know it and some of the culture points, but you and your Vode have made something uniquely yours. I know I have never once heard of command'ika. From what I have heard on the ship it has been a much more condensed version, similar to and preferred by bounty hunters I’ve encountered. But yours is also distinct in its usage, from what I’ve heard, it has a more rounded and flowing nature to it. It also lacks the rough and sharp cuts of the pronunciations I expected from the outcast Mandalorians. But regardless of the original dialect you’ve all taken to its astonishing. And not just a language, but a culture as well and if me speaking it is a bother I'll try not to —"

"General. Obi-Wan." Cutting off the nervous rambling and placing a friendly hand on his shoulder.

It was just another mark of how kind and honorable the Jedi was that he worried about this. Worried he was taking something away from them because he knew Mando'a and knew they didn't own much either.

With a laughing huff Kenobi does stop, but before he can apologize Cody raises the hand to stop him, "It's not a problem. And with Pierce it'll probably be spread around in his off-the-records gossip column in no time."

Ground support were honestly worst gossips then ARCs.

"Yes, I sadly did come to you two for that reason," Kenobi admits, looking properly sullen at that, as if he had done something wrong, "I needed your honest opinion, but I also wanted to know what reaction the rest of the men would have in short order."

"Always playing the negotiator."

"I try not to always, think of it more as...," Waving a hand around primly, "As gauging the morale."

"Well it will probably go over with the 212 knowing you speak Mando'a too. Not many of us do still."

That seems to be a shock to Kenobi as he turns back to him, eyes focused on his, "Really? I've heard it from time to time. Almost everyone on the Negotiator code-switches when on break."

"Mostly." Cody mutters to himself.

He had one occasion had to discipline a few shinies about using during shifts when they used it to complain about some of the nat-borns they came across that were particularly rude. Some were pragmatic and ignored them, but others would hear them say something in their language and immediately assume it was about them, and even if it was about them it was easier to not have to explain that away.

"But only gens one through three are fluent in Mando’a proper. It kind of evolved since then between us and later in the ranks." Cody trails off, looking away.

"I see," Kenobi says softly and Cody is sure he's worked it out, "Well if no one is aghast by my speaking it I would love to converse like this between you and the 212, you and your Vode."

The smile is on his lips before he can register it, but looking up Cody sees Kenobi's and knows he only smiles lightly like that when Cody does.

"I would like that."

"I'm glad as well," Eyes crinkling as he grins wider before it falls into a serious expression, "But Cody, if there's ever a time you need me to back away, I will. You need only ask."

And Cody knew he would, "Thank you Obi-Wan. I know."

He's not sure how long they sit they just looking at each other, expressing something they both knew and didn't through the shared gaze, before a sharp beeps from a comm. breaks the peaceable quiet.

With a dramatic eye roll skyward and a sigh to match, the general rises from his seat, "Ah, the work is never done. And here I thought we were getting a break." 

"Foolish of you to assume that sir."

"It truly was," The general sighs again, but spares a quick smile for him, "Until later commander."

"General."

And just like that he's sweeping out of the room and to wherever the Republic needs him, the only sense that he was here was the calm and warmth that just seemed to follow the man around.

With his work done it gave Cody some time to work on his newest project given to him. He didn't need to but he wanted to be prepare and the general was trusting him with this. So minimizing the screen with Tae’sie Ah’Dallir’s file he pulls up the datapad version of the Command Chat and asks the simple question of what he'll be expecting in getting a command'ika.

To say he was expecting such an instant response was a lie, and reading into some of the first responses has Cody a bit wrong-footed. One commander even compiled a list of what to expect like some haphazard sort of manual for working with and raising a padawan. Cody knew immediately he was going to have to finalize that into a working set of guidelines and then add to it. He had enough experience and was apparently going to get more of it.

At least Cody was right about something. Their lives were definitely going to be changed now and it was all thanks to the Force.

Shaking his head, Cody gets up with a grunt and goes to get more caf as this calls for it, and seeing that the pot was sitting on the warming station has his lips twitching up. For all that he knows life is about to change he hopes this friendship he has with Kenobi stays the same.

Chapter Text

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me... I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me... I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me... 

Pastel wisps of waves flow over and around the space, fading into nothingness and blooming into existence in a swatch of colors. Strands of light that make up the fabric of the universe narrow neatly into to the space she inhabits, flowing with a song of love-acceptance-strength.

As she moves through the peace the Force provides Tae’sie anchors herself in the motion of it all. But despite the smoothness and strength the Force gives unconditionally she can’t get rid of the last bundle of strong emotions.

She thought focusing on only her saber techniques would help, and it did, the repetitiveness of her katas had her in a mediate state, but it also didn't.

Tae’sie was proud of her dueling style, but it hadn’t done her any favors in recent years. She had planned to stick strictly to the rules of dueling and not add in her hand-to-hand during the duels, but a surprise visit by Master Yoda – and it was inevitably with her sneaking into one of the smaller salles so late – had her changing that. The elder Master seemed to know what she was up to and told her in so many words that nothing good came from hiding oneself. 

So despite being worried about how the tournament would go Tae’sie kept to her fighting style and won her full set of duels, not needing her two extra attempts. She had then gone back to sit with the others, a few of the younger Initiates looking at her in awe while others frowned or turned away. Trying to ignore them Tae'sie went into light mediation and her focus turns to the Masters and Knights in the observation gallery. She finds Master Yoda's wise and aged presence easily, like a constant slow ripple from a drop of water into a pond. Tae'sie knew the placid calm well from her approaching the Grandmaster often when she needed help in refining her techniques. But a mellow light, welcoming and comfortable, called out to her over his. It was a soothing presence, but with an edge to it like the heart of a storm, poised to change direction and unleash its power if need be. But that storm was far away, nearly unseen. What struck her though was the underlining persistent sadness, an ache or burden she wished they did not need to carry.  

There was also a passing familiarity that was just escaping her on who this complex individual was. Opening her eyes and looking to the gallery, Tae'sie squints at the dimmed glass and saw the outline of a near human or human before reaching out with intent. With startling clarity Tae'sie knew exactly who it was.

Master Kenobi! Which was a shock for two reasons.

First, she was sure that he was at the front fighting as he was one of their best. Second, was that Anakin Skywalker had just became a Knight and it seemed much to soon for him to be teaching again. At first Tae'sie assumed he was here for Master Yoda since Master Windu was at the front, but she could sense that he was now here with a purpose. And if he was determined to teach again she doubted anyone would stop him.

Tae'sie tried to ignore the mellow presence, a warm light of serenity, and watch the remaining duels, but she couldn't rid herself of glancing up every so often or reaching out to 'see' the intense focus Master Kenobi had on the duels.

She wondered who Master Kenobi was focused on, especially when the crawling feeling of static flared up signaling his annoyance. It was then she noticed that he had to be focused on the Togruta from the Clawmouse Clan, who had just lost against Aharabarria. Master Kenobi disappeared soon after giving Tae’sie a clear idea of who he had come to see. She knew from a few passing comments that the Togruta and Master Plo Koon were good friends. It was likely if not him another council member would take on her training.

She must be special, Tae'sie had thought at that moment trying to focus on that and not her fleeting thoughts of 'maybe'.

Maybe that she would be so lucky. But no, it would be silly – almost insanity – to even think for a moment, to even assume, that the Master Kenobi could choose her when everything had been planned for her life as a Jedi only through her fate of being Rocou’s younger sister.

In meaning nothing was planned for her.

When Rocou moved he made waves. He knew what he wanted and what to do. And how simple that must be with the Force as a whisper in his ears. Not only that, but he was likable and was made of confidence, something Tae'sie wished for sometimes, yet she was too comfortable in being in her quiet spaces alone. If was more outgoing it might help with the deep seated discomfort she had when others looked at her with the closest thing that could be called pity while their presence in the Force sighed sadly for a breathless moment before letting it go.

And not only pity, but sometimes with looks of wariness. She wish they didn't, but no one can deny that she had a tendency to be a bit more vicious, a bit too cold or quiet than others her age, and her tenacity was very focused. Add in her collection of certain skills and experiences learned in the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions and she would watch that person with a sense of concern as well. It was what an intelligent sentient did.

But she was more than that. At least Tae'sie kept trying to believe she was. But if everyone could sense something she couldn't then maybe it was for the best...

Faltering with the follow through of a high parry Tae'sie drops into a crouch as she reminds herself she couldn't lash out or shout like she wanted. That she shouldn't let her emotions overrun her again and that she had no need to cry again. She had to process these negative emotions and let them go. It had happened and it was done with and..... and they were right.

She only had three days left before going back to the Reassignment Council, as they were nice enough to inform her if – when – she was not chosen from the trials then she would choose her new life. Though it was a choice of convenience.

"What?" She whispers, but the high domed walls let the solitary word echo in the chambers. 

Tae’sie tries to form some other words, but with the Force sighing sadly around her and a coldness creeping into the back of her mind, not comes to her. The Force tries to ease the chill, but Tae’sie shakes it off.

She doesn't want comfort, she wants answers.

"Why?"

"I realize this is a shock Initiate Ah’Dallir," Master Natrit Deln speaks up, Madame Jocasta's chosen director for the EduCorps, "but you have been given a great chance. A choice of your own making." He says with a thin, but genuine smile.

"But ... But you —" You didn't even ask me here. You didn't include me.

They had attempted twice before to help her find her place, even though Tae’sie had made it cleared she wished to stay at the Temple. But without a teacher and nothing settled during their communicative group meditations they had all just gone behind her back and made a choice of their own. As if they couldn't be bothered to sit and mediate with her again, even though she knew she should be with the Formal Order. That was her choice. They should be able to see that if they can’t place her in the Service. 

"Your talents in the Force are impressive and deserve attention," Tae’sie's head whips around to the soft half-there praise, eyes scrutinizing Master Soca Rint of the AgriCorps, "But they are also much too broad to narrow to a singular specialty." The towering Devaronian says apologetically.

"So was Rocou!" Tae’sie exclaims, much to the Council's displeasure, but Tae’sie can't find any part of her that could care less about their discomfort.

"Yes, he was," Master Deln states slowly, sitting up straighter, his pure white eyes narrowing in disappointment, "But he had taken the initiative to reach out and find someone who knew what he needed to help nurture that connection. Had the control to. Which has led to all that he does today." 

"And I'm not him," She hisses through gritted teeth, "I know we're... I'm not him and I haven't found a teacher yet, but the tournament is —"  

"Ah'Dallir."

The sharp tone and sharper rebuke reaching out has Tae’sie slowly turning to Master Cameron Teda of the MediCorps. Tae’sie doesn’t even try to pretend that she isn’t glaring at her brother's padawan-sister, the second to last of Master Beldojos' students. Of course Teda would side with this decision since she never did liked her.

"To put it simply, a teacher like that is not present for you here," The tan-skinned human says dryly, "But in the Service we are sure you will find what is best for you. Meditate on it and come back to us in three weeks. We will accept whatever Corps you choose." 

A discordant harmony wails around her, ringing in her ears, as it hits her. Dread pools in her stomach, weighting her down as she realizes that they didn’t expect her to find anyone interested in teaching her after the tournament. That they knew she’d be left behind again and that she’d be too old to stay. That she would have to leave to make room for the Initiates participating in their first trials, not their third.

They don’t believe in me.

Tae’sie opens her mouth to defend herself, but her voice is silent. She can barely think with all the emotions she was trying to sort through. But catching Teda’s minuscule smirk has Tae’sie’s throat going dry.

When she swallows to give herself a moment it's like her own claws are scratching down the inside of her throat. Pressure builds behind her eyes as they start to sting, begging for her to stop the pain - the tears - from forming. But in exhaling, the pain of it all hits her in one go. It’s her own pride, as shattered as it was, that keeps her from acting.

"Tae’sie."

Blinking, she looks up, not realizing she had dropped her gaze to the stone cold floor. She turns to Master Zirri Novve of the ExpoCorps and finds a friendly smile, but also melancholy in her dark eyes.

"The Force will guide your way."

With her only possible ally turning from her, Tae’sie mechanically inclines her head, yet she will not raise it again, not willing to let them see her pain or bitterness.

"Of course. And thank you for this honor Masters," Throat burning as she pushes the words out, "I will ... I will go meditate on this choice."

Digging her presence into the Force, but still unable to let go of the swirl of betrayal-sadness-fear, she uses what she can rely on to hold her pain at bay and turns away, hoping that her emotions weren't bleeding out. But when she catches her reflection in the glass of the elevator, pupils contracted and eyes wet with her brow all furrowed, it doesn't compare to seeing her hair speckled with darker spots, clear indications of her sadness. 

A sob escapes her suddenly and tears blind her as she sinks against the glass. Tae’sie had known they didn't believe in her, but to hear she wasn't wanted...

I'm not my brother! Why can't they understand that!

She had ran to the menagerie, hiding under a small overhang to a cave system. What other reaction could she have when she was told she couldn’t become a Jedi Knight, but she could be allowed to choose something else because she hadn't turned out like they expected.

At some point Tae'sie was joined by one of the juvenile Loth-wolves that must have felt her pain and came to keep her company until the lights began to dim into dusk. Soon after Master Mod’heh found her, face still hidden in the soft fur of the wolf. The elder Bothan was kind enough, as he always was, to walk her back to the dormitories. To her empty dormitory.

If Tae'sie wanted to stay in the Temple she could have asked Master Mod'heh to teach her and she knew they would say yes, but Tae'sie couldn't in good conscience use them to stay here so she could easily sign up for the next tournament. It was cruel and manipulative and not something she thought herself even capable of thinking of. If she could be content with just taking care of and maintaining the health of the creatures in the menagerie she wouldn't have a problem with Master Mod'heh being her teacher. But she wanted to explore, to help others, and even after what happened during her and her brother’s trip she still loved the rest of the adventure that had just been for them.

Beside no Force-sensitive sentient life was without danger.

If only Master Shaak was here. She would know what to do. She always had been good at deconstructing problems, but Master Shaak was very much needed in protecting the clones so Tae'sie does not begrudge her that at all. It was her own hesitancy at not wanting to add more to Master Shaak's concerns that Tae'sie didn't say more when she would send her messages. She only wished the Togruta master was here... Maybe she would have taken her on.

Ugh! She needed to stop thinking of what if's! What's done was done. Or in her case not done. 

She should have said more to Rocou yesterday, but with him doing his moving meditation by way of climbing through a canyon - the showoff - she didn't think it would be the best time to say more than give a quick update about how she felt after the Melee.

"So you literally swept the floor with them," She could almost hear his echoing laughing and a smile curls up on her own lips as amusement tumbles through their connection, "I wish I could have seen it. Do you think Crix recorded it?"

"Knight Yar recorded all of the tournament since its difficult for everyone to be here right now."

Understanding flows back and forth through their unique bond before Rocou nudges her for extra info on the tournament, but she has nothing else to say. She does her best to hide the disappointment in herself at seeing at least twelve Initiates become Padawans that day before she left, unable to stay and ruin their day with her brewing mood.

"Hey. Tae'sie. If you can convince them to let you join Expo then I'm sure you can find someone there or even Med. I know a few there too."

She must hide her distaste about choosing Med well since he doesn't make any mention and nothing is share over their bond. Good, Tae'sie doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

"Been talking me up?" She says jokingly instead.

"Well of course I am."

The sincere answer squeezes at her heart. It had been a quiet year between them, even before the war their contact had been sparse with Rocou becoming much too busy to reach out. The last time Tae'sie saw him in person was when he took her to Avo Iti so she could get her Burobaa bone to decorate her lightsaber. It was nice to know he still cared about her. She knew that, but hearing it settled concerns it wasn't even attached to.

"I've been telling Expo all about how you would punch someone than duel them. They like that kind of unconventional style out here, plus some of them miss you too. They'd loved for you to be a permanent resident," Pausing, Rocou backflips to the other side of the canyon where the formation had narrowed. Tae'sie watches the swooping spinning of the feat and snickers at the smug pride that Rocou feels from his little trick, "For Med, I tell them you have the nicest toughest bedside manner. And if not Med, I know an old Savarian who's taken up teaching full-time with the EduCorps out in the Mid-Rim."

Tae'sie rolls her eyes at Rocou trying to get his old master involved. Master Beldojos had been kind enough when he had been in the Temple and introduced her to Master Mod'heh. He didn't need to try and handle another one of them when he was dealing with teaching and enjoying his retirement from active duty. Plus, she wanted to be chosen on her own merit.

"Have to be unconventional to think what you do is fun." She sidesteps the suggestion.

The amusement whoops in bounds as Rocou laughs loudly again, "It is and you know it!"

"I guess we’ll see." Tae'sie says softly and starts asking how he was, done being reminded of the day earlier.

Tilting her head up from where she had tucked it against her knees she looks out at the plain golden tan wall, not really seeing it.

A dry stutter of a chuckle escapes her as she thinks back on her conversation. It seems even though she hadn't wanted to Tae'sie had already come to her decision. She didn’t want to follow in her brother's shadow, but it seems like it was the only way to do anything now. And wasn’t that a failure of herself and abilities if she needed her brother to highlight her own skills.

"I guess I really did make up my mind," She mumbles to herself even as the Force tells her not to worry, asking her to trust in herself, "You're asking the impossible."

The treads she can still see weave in a fanciful dance verging on mirth, but also patience as it becomes a stronger weave until her vision fades back into the corporal world.

'Strength will be found if you trust' is what the Force was saying... Something Master Yoda had as well, that it wasn't the end if she took one path with this one choice. But looking forward was never easy for her. But practically, looking at what was said she would still be afforded another choice eventually... Maybe time away would show everyone that she didn't need to be compared to Rocou.

The bloom of pride at her coming to that conclusion settles on her and when the Force wraps around her in comfort this time Tae'sie doesn't shake the warmth off, holding fast to it and standing up.

With a shaky, but still forfeiting breath, Tae'sie smoothly falls into the opening stance of Form Four and moves.

With each step, turn, spin, and strike Tae'sie lets the fear and sadness go, even though a simmer of anger still hisses. But she blocks it out best she can and moves back into her meditative state, back to where she can only just tell the differences between herself and the Force, letting it carry her as she moves from current to current, slowly building that ferocity she's known for as she battles an unseen opponent.

As she glides through the complex steps that take her into a forward flip kick combo a certain state of serenity begins to move closer and closer to her. Faintly she can assign who, but pushes it away to focus on the now, not the to be.

But soon it becomes the now as a warning to hold and the warmth of serenity being so close is what halts her follow through with her attack one. Opening her eyes back up to the corporal world she finds her cobalt navy saber at Master Kenobi’s neck, not flinching or even a sense of concern for his safety. His presence of serenity made more sense with the calm and controlled expression he was sporting too.

"Excellent control." He says and the irony of that statement has her lips twitching a bit. If only he knew what others had said.

"Thank you Master Kenobi," Extinguishing her blade, Tae'sie straightens up to dip into a shallow bow, "I just finished, but I can ..." And trails off as he waves her suggestion off.

"That’s very kind of you, but I was hoping for a spar," Master Kenobi says with a grin, "How would you feel about a duel Tae’sie?"

"You know my name. How?" But after those words tumble out of her mouth Tae'sie realizes what Master Kenobi had asked her, "Wait. You want to spar with me? Really?"

"Really," He answers with soft chuff of laughter, "Form Four verse Form Three is always an interesting clash. Much more considering the variation you’ve cultivated." Master Kenobi says with a charming smile, honesty ringing around him.

Tae'sie grips her saber tightly as she stares dumbly at the man before her, the pinpricks of the craved bone just enough to get through her surprise. And watching as his disarming smile begins to fall at her silence almost makes her laugh. He couldn't possibly expect her not to be stunned that one of the best duelists, the master of Soresu, would wanted to have a practice duel with her.

Pulling on the Force for strength she feels a push instead mingled with anticipation and a sense of rightness. Stunned again, but not for nearly as long, Tae'sie reaches back out, hopeful,

A chance?

Exhilaration sparks wildly around her as a confirmation and she has to hold onto her reaction, locking her shields down so she didn't flood the space between them with her confused and excitable mixture of emotions.

"Okay," Smiling up at Master Kenobi and smiling wider when his own brightens returns, "Just don’t beat me too badly."

"I promise it is only a training exercise." He says with another smile, thought this one had a hint of mischief that has her giggling. Part from the silliness of it and the other from her chance at showing off what she could do.

Setting her saber to its lower intensity, Tae'sie ignites her blade with a soft buzz as Master Kenobi does the same. The usual pop-snap hum of a higher intensity dismissed for this duel.

"First to three?" Master Kenobi purposes as he drops back into his signature ready stance, arm raise and held horizontally and non-dominant hand out, focused on his opponent in front of him.

Which is me!

With excitement, Tae'sie drops her right foot back and holds her saber down low to her side and turned to a degree holds her left arm in front of her, elbow pointing out as her eyes narrow on her opponent.

"First to three." She agrees darting forward, immediately on the attack.

Obi-Wan had chosen Soresu for many reasons, most of them practical and thought out. One such reasons was the functionality of the form.

Over the years of his own intense training in Form Three it had gone through Anakin's training when the younger man's chose Djem So and up against Luminara's fluidity with her own Soresu mastery. Even Mace's Vaapad had been able to hold up against the onslaught even with Form Seven's techniques of finding weak points through unpredictability. But with Tae'sie's use of Ataru the only predictable action was the speed and Obi-Wan found his defenses put to the test.

Form Four was to be used in open spaces and utilizing high performance acrobatics, but Tae'sie had combined her speed and smaller height to make her turns, flips, and attacks all tight and close movements. Anyone taller than her would expect wider attacks, not close direct strikes and impeccable recovery time.

One constant that Obi-Wan could rely on was the continuous movement of her saber as well as her body. But Tae'sie kept herself grounded and moving across the salle and those were not the actions that Obi-Wan had been expecting and she presses her advantage easily, winning the first bout with a well place elbow to his open side and a punch to his forearm. 

Learning from that Obi-Wan keeps himself moving around her as she keeps up similar movements of moving around him looking and testing for weak points. But he holds fast and does catch her in moments, his blade centimeters from her arm or neck, landing him the point. 

At the start of their fourth match he waits for her opening attacks and is quite literally thrown for a loop when she, without moving a hand out for concentration, drags Obi-Wan forward with a startlingly strong pull. As he stumbles, Tae'sie is making up the distance and twisting his saber out of his hand. Jumping back she smiles cheekily as she tosses him back his lightsaber with a grin, saying, 'Two-two' and drops back into an opening stance.

Smiling, Obi-Wan drops back into his stance, but then moves forward to put her on the defense. Soon he let himself lag to have her back on the offense so he is back in his area of expertise as he can see that Tae'sie has been quite thrown by his actions. But soon he finds this spar to be much more urgent than the others.

If Tae'sie had made it hard for him to cede from a battle before she upped the difficulty by all but entangling herself with Force, moving with a seemingly inexhaustible speed as they trade close blows. In an odd turn of events when she pick up on one of his planned recessions she extinguishes her blade, ducking under his, and going for an uppercut. Taking after her, Obi-Wan does the same and soon they're trading blocks and blows as they dance across the floor before the snap-buzz of a blade has Obi-Wan parrying against a high strike.

From there the Force begins to wrap around him as he continues this dangerous dance, sinking into a battle mediation and swatches of visions of possible future strikes to keep up against the relentless attacks. His endurance against her constant speed as they move to the blistering pace that the Force cultivates for them.

It aids Obi-Wan greatly in seeing one such attack which he parries early and in her shock he’s able to flip her blade out of her hand and disarm her. But in grabbing hold of the hilt Obi-Wan finds it snatched back with a ferocity that leaves a prickly static around his fingers and they’re at it again. He is afforded a second chance, but this time holds his blade at her neck, signifying the end of the duel and his win. Tae'sie looks disgruntled by it, but bows easily to it and Obi-Wan senses no disappointment. Quite the opposite actually and a longing to duel again.

"Perhaps another time Tae'sie." He says, surprised by the rough tired sound of his voice.

"As long as that's a promise." Her nearly full black eyes burrowing into him as she grins brightly.

As he steps out of the state he pushed himself to Obi-Wan is overcome by the exhaustion and burning in his muscles. Tae'sie had certainly pushed him to his limits and as she leaves to get him some water he looks to his commlink and finds that he had been here almost two and half hours. He hadn’t danced around a salle like that with someone in quite a while and it was remarkably refreshing to do so.

So of course he invites her for tea and sliced jogan fruit in a nearby mediation room, even if food wasn’t allowed. But Obi-Wan is feeling a bit mischievous and as long as they aren’t caught and they clean up afterwards they will be fine. Tae'sie stares at him in shock, eyes going wide before her nose crinkles as she tries to stop herself from laughing.

They easily fall into talking about the duel before it moves to more miscellaneous talk and he finds she has quite the quick wit about her as she sasses him back for anything he says, picking up on it much better than Anakin had at the same age. 

"I believe the words Master Mixhel used were 'An inner strength not seen in decades.' "

Tae'sie just chuckles into her tea at his more posh sound re-enactment, "That just means she’s surprise Rocou didn't accidently kill me with all his semi-reckless actions. Though I did see her crack a smile when we would show up for a check-in."

"That makes you all the more impressive then." Obi-Wan smiles at the young girl.

Her grin is beaming before something drops and it begins to dim as her gaze falls to her cup and falls flat completely.

"You haven’t asked about him." She says softly.

It takes a moment for Obi-Wan to understand to whom she's referring to, but when does he recognizes the ache of pain in her.

"Do you want me to?"

"Most do... Eventually." She replies, a mix of fondness-bittersweet-annoyance clatters in the distance. They were long held emotions, reminders in their own way of differences she couldn't shake.

"You’ll find I’m much different," Obi-Wan tries, but Tae'sie does not raise her head, "But if you want to talk about —"

"I don't," She interrupts sharply, "I really don’t. It’s just that... Rocou is Rocou and I’m sure he doesn’t try to make it about himself, but its hard for him not to be and I just happen to get swept up in it."

As she speaks her hair becomes streaked with highlights of white throughout her glowing hair. Obi-Wan wasn't sure what that could mean except that it was connected to her emotions and they must be running high if it was affecting her hair like this.

But Obi-Wan could understand as her brother was unique in the fact that he was a famous wandering knight. Most wanderers were a mystery, but with Rocou Dallir being a bit of a prodigy in his own right with following the Force he appeared quite frequently throughout his travels. 

He had been adamant about Master Rhynhend Beldojos training him, citing that his species closer natural connection to the Force would help him, along with Beldojos being the nicest one here. The Savarian apparently laughed at the brash attitude and took him on as his padawan at age ten. Then at age thirteen Rocou knew about his two-year-old sister before she was detected and convinced Shaak, the one to find him, to take him back to his town so they could get her. He was knighted soon after at age seventeen and started his journey through the galaxy. There was talk that Obi-Wan is now privy to that spoke of Rocou becoming a master on one of the councils, likely Expo, if he ever settled. 

But at twenty-four, the older Arri was uncovering lost Jedi artifacts or returning with Sith relics to be properly destroyed after some preliminary studying. And if he wasn't questing for those items he was showing up where he's needed most, changing droughts to harvests with the ArgiCorps or offering his help with medical relief. EduCorps loved when he would comes back to teach a class or two and he was one of the few Jedi names know among the academia sphere of the galaxy's prominent higher learning institutions.

The expectations for Tae'sie must have been high for anyone that watched her brother's actions.

"Has it put a strain on your relationship?" He asks softly.

Shuffling on her cushion she settles more in a hunched position as she glares at her tea before it falls into something more resigned.

"Him being himself and being away has put a strain on our relationship," She says bluntly, but not uncaring, "We try to schedule talks, but we mediate a different times."

"...You can reach him through meditation?"

"Yes."

"You both are capable of telepathy over such a long distance?" He asks, almost speechless at the mere idea. But Tae'sie looks up, nodding, like it was nothing, "That is incredible."

"Thank you, but its nothing new really," She says bashfully, "I have to admit though the reaction is always funny to see."

Grinning, Obi-Wan would have to agree. Surprising others was a secret love of his, "I imagine it is. You two are quite remarkable."

Her warm brown skin hides what he assumes is a raising blush, but her presence warms with joy, giving it away.

"I rarely hear that."

"What do you usually hear?"

"Explosive," She answers with a smirk that is nothing but mischief, "It doesn’t help that he’s made a game of tag out of it when he'd visit me when my clan took trips."

"Quite fast pace isn't it?" He returns the smirk as her nose crinkles again.

"He said it was to sharpen my skills at locating individuals, but now it's to see how quick I can move." She giggles.

"Well that I have seen and experienced. Your skill while dueling is admirable as it is unconventional. Certainly kept me on my toes, and your other practical skills were impressive as well. And your connection within the Force is incredible."

"But." She interrupts dryly, her gazes rightful shrewd considering her situation.

"There is not necessarily a but," And her right brow inches up at that as her lips thin into a stony frown, "But I am more versed in the Unifying Force. Though my late master made sure I had tutelage in his skill as well. I believe I am more than capable in taking over your training if you so choose."

They sit staring at each other in silence and Obi-Wan watches as her stern expression starts to slip at the dawning realization of his request. Tae'sie's longer ears twitch up as her eyes widen, her presence swopping up and down with disbelief as white ripples through her hair like a wave in surprise. Only for it to crumple into a miserable grimace.

"You - You mean it?" She whispers, and he can hear the fear in her words.

Standing from his seat, Obi-Wan closes the distance between them, sitting directly in front of her as he nods, "Yes I do. Tae’sie Ah’Dallir, would you allow me the honor of training you in the ways of the Force and the Code of the Order?"

Disbelief is still holding strong around her, but hope, tentative as it was, begins to spring from it. And her hair brightens back to a cheerful blue.

With a heavy exhale she straightens up and with a shaky smiles says strongly, "Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I would be honored to learn from you and be your padawan."

The Force reaches a crescendo of a wonderful aria and reaches out with expedience between the both of them. Obi-Wan let's it take hold of his sense of self and shepherd it along to Tae'sie's, mixing the light she was which was funny enough a gorgeous blue and cool white to his own warm yellow and soft blue. They blend and meld into multiple ties, much like his one with Anakin. And like his one with Anakin, when they started out, it was thin now, but soon they will strengthen it into the strong cords that kept the two within each other's orbit and he couldn't be more excited to add Tae'sie to it.

Reaching out, she can already see where the Force was trying to tie a bond between them, the bold strands twisting and fluttering before finding connections that matched, skidding across and braiding into something loose. But it held fast with promises whispered of the bond drawn closer together and growing stronger, that the layers around them were only waiting in the wings for them as they learned as Padawan and Master.

"Woah." Tae'sie gasps softly, blinking away the the spots of lights leftover.

Concern twitches over the back of her mind and then she hears, "What is it? Are you alright?"

Looking back to Master Kenobi as he radiates concern she can't help smiling. It seems like the only thing she could do.

"Nothing. It feels... It just feels right."

The concern dissolves and the familiar warm serenity blooms in its place, more present then before as Master Kenobi returns the same grin, happiness glowing around him.

"I’m very glad to hear it my dear."

Chapter Text

Despite her best efforts nervousness-fear-anticipation swirl in Tae’sie's mind as she walks forward with purpose.

She’s still jittery from everything that happened not twenty minutes ago - And oh stars! She's a padawan! - but also the fact that the few people they passed had lingering looks and brief questioning pokes, adding to the whispers in her mind. She was used to being unseen and the sudden acknowledgement was more than she expected. Adding in the waves of joy in the Force at all that had happened, much louder than she ever experienced —

Warm serenity of an unfathomable depth curls around the anxieties, silencing them, and stopping Tae’sie in her tracks.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, the pain behind her eyes and the weight in her stomach dissipates slowly but surely. Breathing in, she holds the breath to the count of ten, then lets it out slowly. The newness, the expectations, and the assumptions of it all were both familiar and not at all. It made it difficult to notice at first, but with Master Kenobi's help in stifling them she could tell how much it was affecting her.

"Calm Tae’sie. It will all go well." He says softly.

Glancing up, her Master looks down at her with compassion, a muted understanding flickering through the bond. Even if she didn't know where that had come from the sense of empathy does calm her as she starts sorting through the uncertainty of the situation with the facts, the facts she had experienced through the Force and seen herself.

"I know. I know. I mean Reassignment can't overrule the High Council," She says more to herself as another questioning whisper 'what if' slips by, "But still..."

"The last time you were there with them was not a good experience," Master Kenobi finishes, "That's why I suggested we change the venue and go to them now."

"That makes sense." Tae’sie mumbles, still trying to believe that this would go well.

So it takes her a bit off guard when a hand, the intention sincere and soothing, settles on her shoulder. An endless sense of confidence and truth are all held in that single gesture.

"Now none of that," Master Kenobi chides gently and Tae’sie relaxes under his sympathetic gaze, "It will be alright." 

"Yes. Yes, it will."

And in saying so gives her the extra push to find her center in the Force. With the help of her Master, Tae’sie lets go of her anxieties and minor concerns. It makes the Force around them clearer while it calms itself, the previous joy settling into something a bit more tranquil and proud. Softly exhaling, Tae’sie goes back to focusing on the Force signature she had before, turning and leading them out of the empty domed intersection they had paused in.

"Tae’sie," Turning back to her Master, Tae’sie is more confused than surprised by the serious look, "Even if I was not on the Council I would still take you on as my student." 

Tae’sie doesn't have words, doesn't think she could ever have the right words to convey what she'd want to, to express her relief, delight, sense of belief or excitement in being given this wonderful gift. So she lets her emotions of what that means to her flow freely over the bond, just long enough that she's sure Master Kenobi understood and wasn't overwhelmed. His answering brush of contented ease tells her it was well received.

Calmed and focused, Tae’sie turns back and start briskly walking to the Archives, determined to get there and share this excellent chance she had been given. Soon the high tan ceilings and walls give away to the looming shelves and arches of neon blue as she makes her way towards the Collections Chamber at the back of the Archives,

"How do you know Director Deln is here?" Master Kenobi asks as he pulls the mechanism to the door apart, opening one of the massive ornate durasteel doors, "Ladies first."

Smiling, with a 'Thank you', Tae’sie steps into the grand area, it's walls are stark white instead of the black stone and dark wooden brown of the main Archives and brightening up the space instantly. The first three floors were showcased creatures, weapons, and artifacts of the Jedi Order, and pass the third level were actual flimsi-books for twelve levels, all loving cared for and only allowed to be read in the temperature controlled chamber.

While the Archives had an air of grandeur and irrefutable truth, the Collections Chamber was full of personal knowledge, always giving off a rumbling aura. The tones of too many voices speaking at once, though as quiet murmuring, spoke about their story and collective past. But even over the hushed tones Tae’sie could still find Master Deln. It also helped he was the only truly alive individual here. 

"It's just something I can do with my connection to the Force," Tae’sie answers, weaving around of the display cases and under skeletons as she follows after Master Deln’s unique humming signature, "I just feel living things almost constantly."

"Thus the layering of shields I saw."

The simple sentence shouldn't send her heart swooping down, wariness worrying in her chest. Tae’sie knew she maintained more than most her age would need, but they were needed. And in peaking in on Master Kenobi's side of the bond Tae’sie can't feel any confusion or aversion to them and relaxes. She didn't think they'd be visible with how she had constructed them, solid, but clear and sometimes reflective, but it made sense Master Kenobi would see them as the training bond was about sharing and developing a deep level of trust.

"Yes... They help keep out all of Coruscant and narrow it to just the Temple. Because of it I can give you a fairly accurate estimate of how many of us are in the Temple. It’s hard to describe with words, but I just know," Showing Master Kenobi what she meant was out of the question, "But the closest example I could give is like when you feel where the roots of a healthy plant stretches to."

"So we’re all interconnected like a tree’s roots, the roots being the Force."

"Exactly. So I can tell how and where it branches out, with the branching system being other people, but I can only pinpoint others that I know well enough."

"Impressive."

Tae’sie's lips curl up lightly, but at the same time she reminds herself to not revel in the praise too much. Nothing good could come from her having an over-inflated ego.

Rounding another large invertebrate exoskeleton she can hear the melodic humming of the Arkanian master's presence.

"Master Deln." She calls out.

The man appears out from behind a display case of different types of armor shields made out of large carapaces, Tae’sie successfully stifling giggles at how he pops out from behind the long case, his glasses askew and his short hair rumbled.

"Ah, hello Initiate Ah’Dallir," Adjusting his glasses, he walks around the glass with a considerate half-smile, "You seem to be in a much better mood today." 

Ecstatic actually!

But she answers with a mild, "Much better." 

"May I ask why?"

"That may have something to do with me."

Master Deln's half-smile drops in an instant as he spins around to look to his right, his eyes rounding at seeing the other master.

"Master Kenobi," Master Deln exclaims before he begins trying to smooth the wrinkles out of his robes and hair, "It's an honor." Bowing his head respectfully.

Master Kenobi closes the distance with a diplomatic smile that was mostly a thin press of lips with the faintest of face muscles pulling up to seems respectful. But there was some mirth bubbling around Master Kenobi so Tae’sie knew he wasn't as serious as he looks.

"Thank you Master Deln, the honor is all mine. And before we speak I must complement you on your proposal for the loan exchange. A respectable way to keep ourselves current and open up wider venues of learning."

Master Deln's shock is palpable before he's gleaming in embarrassed pride, his white skin blushing enough to make himself almost seem fair-skinned.

"I – That is – Thank you. I just happen to notice the interest is clearly shown from senior padawans when I made inquires about a few of the excursions they had been on that took them to higher learning institutions or palaces. It seemed only right to as we try to promote our core beliefs of learning — Oh. Right. You – You wished to speak about something?" The Arkanian man seemed so frazzled by his own rapid changing of topics even he looked lost.

Tae’sie tries to be nice, but a huff of laughter escapes her. And even though Master Kenobi doesn't show it, he finds Master Deln’s reaction humorous too. The shared amusement draws Master Deln's focus and his expression becomes clouded with bemusement, dulling his humming presence, before understanding dawns and he's smiling at her, full of pride. Something Tae’sie hadn't expected.

"I can have all them here in five minutes."

"Thank you Master Deln." And thank you with being happy for me.

It takes the rest of Reassignment ten minutes to get to the informal setting at one of the Archive's group study rooms. While they waited, seated at the end of the rounded table — for effect —

"It's important my young padawan that during confrontations and meeting of this nature that you maneuver yourself in certain ways to have the best advantages of striking a bargain or creating compromise. This is one of them, changing the setting. A different space can do wonders for yourself beside shifting the power of the situation."

"Sounds like you're setting the stage or moving to the high ground."

"Exactly that."

Master Deln put himself together, pocketing his glasses, and standing outside the room waiting for the rest of his Council, and only when everyone arrives does he let them in.

"Master Kenobi. What a surprise," Master Novve says, though not sounding very surprised at all. Maybe it was a Korunnai trait, "Now what can we do to be of service?"

Standing, Master Kenobi kindly pulls her chair out so she can stand as well, "We only came here to make an announcement for formality." 

"Announcement?" Master Rint rumbles as he steps in with Teda and Master Deln. When they both notice her, he and Teda's eyes widen in mild surprise.

A light comforting nudge from the training bond has Tae’sie standing straighter, squaring her shoulders, and focusing on everything that had happened and the push and pull of the Force, giddy with bated breath in a way.

She had all the support she needed. She was right. And she could do this.

"Master Kenobi has asked me to be his padawan and I have accepted." Tae’sie announces, clear and concise as she smiles wildly when she feels an answering spark of happiness from Master Kenobi as well. 

"He has," Master Novve notes calmly, her dark eyes sliding to meet her Master's with a knowing smile. One that has Master Kenobi somewhat embarrassed, "Well then I’m —" 

"Why?"

Smile falling, Tae’sie looks over to Teda and realizes how putout she is by her being chosen. It's not the Jedi Way, but Tae’sie can't help smirking at the older woman, who was trying not to glare at her.

"I displayed skills Master Kenobi found impressive and worthy of refinement." Not above sounding more proper to get the point across. And with how Teda's frown curdles Tae’sie pats herself on the back.

"And their bond is robust." Master Novve adds glancing over at Teda, unimpressed.

"Their what?"

"Is their training bond not already quite durable," Master Novve questions, "I think that would be a good indication of a compatible match." 

But the Alderaanian master isn’t deterred.

"They're both powerful in their own right, Ah’Dallir much more so," Eyes cutting over to her with the same fierce glare she gave her after their first proper meeting, "She could easily bond to whomever she chooses."

Everyone bristles at the accusation, taking offense on her behalf, and Tae’sie tries to shove down the rising anger that was burning in her chest. The Force crackles dangerous around them all and simultaneously tries to calm her, telling her it wasn't her fault.

It was an accident! – A lot happened! – I didn't know any better!  Tae’sie thinks shamefully as the memories of hidden fear start to appear in her mind again, sullen and pitying as they looked on at her, petrified.

But they had forgiven her, understood it was accident made out of fear and one she had learned from. No one was upset with her still, they had forgiven her.

All except Teda. 

"It’s not like that." Tae’sie says coolly.

"I would hope not. This should be an applicable bonding." Teda sneers, coldness dripping from each word and crystalizing against Tae’sie's skin.

"Cameron. That's enough." Master Rint says bluntly.

But not sooner had he tried to cut in was the calming presence that was trying to edge into the room dissolves complete. The room is drowned in the crawling rolling static of discomfort and heated anger that swells at the more direct accusation.

Between one breath and the next it's swept away harshly, like a fierce wind, and suppressed. Warm serenity crackles to life, more focused and direct, like lightning sparking near her protectively.

My training bond? It’s coming from there.

Glancing up, she sees an expression she hadn't seen before on Master Kenobi, a half-smile that look disarming, but had a dangerous glint to it just like the edge of a heated vibroblade.

"I assure you Master Teda if you are assuming anything else you’re unequivocally wrong." He states smoothly, all charm hiding a simmering storm. 

"And what assumptions would that be Master Kenobi?" She asks flatly, standing her ground.

Folding his arms loosely, Master Kenobi shrugs as if her concerns were droplets rolling off his back.

"I can’t faintly imagine one so there must be something you are perceiving elsewhere," Master Kenobi says before asking slowly, "Projecting perhaps?" 

"It is true Ah’Dallir's mental strength and empathetic skills are impressive, but have you looked at it," Master Rint intervenes again as Teda's presence snaps and pops at being patronized before she smothers it, "It is steady and mutual. A perfectly healthy bond."

"Moreover this training bond is hopeful and with the Force’s full approval," Master Novve turns to face Teda, her steely stare intimidating Teda some, "What could your concerns be then?" 

"I'm curious then," She answers stiffly, "Why you would be willing to take on another student so soon Master Kenobi? It is not needed —"

"Because I chose so and I am more than willing councilors. I assure you I was not pushed into this," A past anger coloring the word before it is let go easily into the Force. But it has a desired effect, if it was supposed to, as everyone's gaze is solely on Master Kenobi, "I look forward to having this excellent student and charming lady be my next padawan."

"It will be a lot." 

"As all students are." Master Deln speaks up as his disappointed frown at Teda deepens.

"A very astute point Master Deln, and nothing is worth trying if not well and with patience," Master Kenobi adds, smiling at the Arkanian before his focus is back on Teda, "You will find I have more than enough, though I am doubtful I will need much more patience. If I can train one, I can train another. We will find our way."

"Agreed," Master Novve cuts off Teda before she can say more, "I have no concerns with this."

"I am in favor of this as well." Master Rint adds.

"I believe this will be good for her." Master Deln says with finality ringing in his tone as he turns to Teda again, displeasure clear on his face like only a teacher could have.

Teda's lips thin and turn down as she looks to her fellow council members, "I have reservations, but what are those to the High Council."

The stormy wind that filled the space before dies down as Master Kenobi fixes Teda with an expression so painfully flat and goes on to say,

"Simple opinions to be heard I would wager."

Frown deepening, Teda tsks, "I agree as well."

And turns immediately about-face, taking the discomforting static-filled atmosphere with her. Master Rint offers a brief 'congratulations' before going after the Alderaanian as he excuses himself, leaving only Masters Novve and Deln, the Arkanian master rubbing at his temples.

"I would apologize for her actions, but she would never be sincere about them and they would be empty platitudes from me."

"Don't worry about her. I try not to," Tae’sie says softly, but guilt still twists in her chest, "I apologized for it and she apparently didn't accept. It’s her problem, not mine." 

"Very mature of you," Master Novve says, before a small smile breaks out across her lips, "The Sahrhii will be happy to know you have a teacher."

Smiling, Tae’sie bows her head respectfully, some of her happiness of this day returning at hearing that, "Tell them thank you for any well wishes." 

Then it was just her and her Master in the group study room. Tae’sie flops back in her chair, blowing out air as the presence of the Force eases and settles as their bond coils and gleams brighter as it takes precedent in the tranquil space.

But seeing how Master Kenobi’s gaze is still locked on the door, dread pools in her stomach and kicks about as she thinks about telling him what had Teda so upset with her and deciding she was below forgiveness.

"Tae’sie," Waiting for her to look up before continuing, "You don't have to worry about that. If you ever wish to share why there's a certain animosity between you two you can, but you are never required to. Some secrets are allowed to be kept."

Her smile is wan at best, but Tae’sie pulls gently on their bond to show him his words are not being ignored. She made it pass her first obstacle, now all she had to worry about was training and classes.

Oh no! My afternoon classes!

"Tae’sie? What's the matter?" Master Kenobi asks as she jumps from the chair.

"I got so excited with everything going on that I forgot about my afternoon classes," Trying to decide if it was worth it using her speed to get to her astro-navigation class, "And with all of this going on I don't even think — I'm not going to be a good student today." She sighs mournfully to herself and after Master Kenobi implied that she would be in her defense.

A lighthearted chuckle draws her attention and looking to Master Kenobi he raises a hand to hide his smile, "I think you're allowed one day to be distracted by these developments."

Tae’sie has to admit he's right, but can only give the bond nudge as if she was sticking her tongue out, much to Master Kenobi’s amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Sprinting from the study room she hopes she doesn’t get caught being over-excessive with her abilities. She’s had enough of overbearing adults for one day.

Cody feels the change in temperature, at least it seems like it because it shouldn't since the barracks are temp-controlled, and knows that his general is nearby.

If he was a less polite vod he might have asked by now if that was a jetii thing, that long exposure led to non-Force sensitives being able to pick up on the jetiise. Rex said he knew when Skywalker was around because the air felt electric and heavy — To Cody it only felt like a heavy weight.

"I take it we have a new commander." He says as he looks over to where the warmth was emanating from.

General Kenobi falls into step with him, close enough that he could bask in the warmth, as they head to the office. Glancing up, grinning secretively, the general pulls his arms out of his outer robes' sleeves and holds out a folded piece of flimsi to him. 

"We do indeed and she has requested that I give this to you."

Taking the plast, Cody unfolds the sheet and begins to read the tiny sharp print. Brow furrowing, he reads over it again before reading it out loud,

" ‘When is training time, and should I be present for all of them? What are my responsibilities? What is your preference when it comes to communicating? What are your expectations of me’ — Did you tell her what to expect sir?" Cody stops as he continues to read the list.

"Not at all. She showed up in a bit of a panic after her classes yesterday asking if I could proofread and bring it to you." He answers, smiling fondly at the memory.

Cody doesn't want to fully admit that he was still unsure about getting a command'ika; the pros and cons of it were still a great concern, and it could cause a rift between him and General Kenobi if he said anything, or some of the vode already whispering proudly about getting another Jedi. But seeing she was already trying to make the transition and make sure her addition to the 212^th  went as smoothly as possible Cody was swayed by that mentality of putting in the extra work. That was something he could work with.

"She apparently tracked down another commander on leave and asked them some questions after we formalized everything. She’s very detailed oriented."

"That's useful, as long as she doesn't hinge on it." Cody hums thoughtfully.

There was no way to train that out of someone. It was something that broke off as the galaxy greyed around them when the simplicities of black and white merged in a ugly way.

"Quite right."

And though the general looks put together Cody is sure he can tell he was overly somber about that fact, but he couldn't place his finger on why.

They continued quietly down the orange and white painted halls to the office, starting on the new formwork for the day, thankfully only about an hour or so worth of it. But when he looks up as another cup of caf is placed in front of him, with another soft smile from the general, Cody notices that the general had completed his work. He hadn't meant to look long, just a curious glance, but he sees the schedule and modules that he remembers from Commander Ah’Dallir's file and is made painful aware once again that she is still a cadet by all standards.

The general must feel this as he looks up with a nervous and weary expression.

"I know this is quite a lot Cody, and it's perfectly okay to worry. I am as well. This will be much different from Anakin, in many ways and I know it could be..."

"Obi-Wan," Using his name always had Kenobi coming up short and made it a perfect way, when in private, to help cut into those worrying rambles, "It’ll be fine. I know that doesn't mean much now, since nothing has happened yet, but we'll make it alright."

Shoulders sagging in some relief, Kenobi visibly breathes in then out,

"Yes it will be," Then turning a light, but nonetheless, beaming smile his way and asks, "Now my commander with a thousand plans, what is your course of action for our newest?" And before he can protest that he hadn't any concrete ideas Kenobi waves that away, "Come now Cody, I have her schedule worked out already depending on how the war finds us, but she will be here commanding in some fashion and I know you care greatly about whoever is under your charge."

"I was thinking of having her start drills out with some of the new batch of shinies we’re scheduled to be getting in little over a tenday. They’ll be on the same level, experience wise, and it will help her get use to life on a star cruiser like them."

"Ah," Kenobi sighs with a knowing smile, "Vode tome’atinii ti."

"Elek."

Smiling back, something warm nuzzles into his chest at hearing Kenobi speak Mando'a, his Coruscanta accent making all the vowels adorably drawn out.

"I'd also want her to take up some time to do training with Ghost, probably just Alpha first," Cody continues thoughtfully, though it's a bit difficult when he can't get the sound of Kenobi's accent out of his mind, "I’m not ready for her to take up half of the company like how Skywalker did, but getting to know her as she becomes ready to lead will help. Also I think seeing how you approach commanding Ghost will help ease the change."

With a happy little perfunctory nod, Kenobi agrees, "I think it's a splendid idea."

They finish up soon after and once Cody polishes off his third cup of caf Kenobi joins him outside on the shared training field before morning drills telling Ghost – that were doing an awful job of not looking hopeful – that there would be a new padawan on board the Negotiator the next time they shipped out. Cody lets the men excitedly chatter about that for a few moments as Kenobi tells them the commander's name and a brief description. And he can't deny that he wasn't proud when a few were already asking Kenobi when they would start to integrate her into their drills.

That's what the 212^th did best, planning ahead and getting the job done.

Two in particular, some of the newer ones that weren't ARC, but they were specialized and impressed him enough that Cody had added their names to the roster were up front, talking about how exciting it was going to be. Or at least Waxer, he believes, was excited while his batchmate, Boil, was complaining that it wasn’t like leading cadets back on Kamino.

Just as he was about to call some order back to what he could tell was about to be a very productive day of drills, Cody hears the general's comm go off. Focused on his men, the general answers it absentmindedly only to wince as a very disappointed 'Kenobi' comes over the unit. Looking over he watches as the general addresses General Windu, who only just returned a few hours ago, and is informed that a Council meeting was being called. But what surprises Cody is when the general tries to brush it off, asking if General Windu didn’t want to recuperate first. General Windu replies he needs confirmation about some interesting news that someone named Zirri told him.

With an acquiescent sigh and a guilty look to him, Cody can already piece together that the general might not have informed anyone of their newest addition in the proper fashion.

Chuckling to himself Cody turns away, calling his men to attention, even as he feels the pitiful pout directed at the back of his head. He had work to do and had the fullest confidence that his general could talk his way out of this mess.

"Malkite themfar."

Cody looks away from his flimsiplasts of analysis in tactics and his own notes on improving the training regiment with the new troops to find Helix staring down at him. The stare was unrepentant with a sense of disbelief burning underneath it. The CMO hadn't been to training earlier today, sending Stitches and Patch instead, and now Cody can see why.

Helix obviously hadn’t slept in at least a day, the exhaustion was nipping around him in the stiff way he was holding himself. And Cody had served with the medic long enough to know when he was come off another one of his all-nighters – a study bender – as Skywalker had refer to it once. Sitting his stylus down, Cody gives Helix his full attention, readying himself for the vague-half answers or full paragraphs of information.

"Yes. What about it?"

Cody knew about the poison from one of the times the Prime had come to training right after a bounty and indulged their questions about what he had done, gently waving away an always too curious Rex from touching the dart rifle on his back.

"The new commander." Helix says tightly, like it explained everything and Cody was just slow to catch up.

That's when Cody realizes that Helix has know about Commander Ah’Dallir for the pass two days. And while he would assume Helix wouldn't be up for those days researching Cody knew that all medics went the extra klick to make sure the Vode and the Jedi under their care got the best treatment, even if that meant serious study benders.

"Is there something wrong with her?"

"She can ingest malkite themfar."

"... What?"

"And a bunch of other neurotoxins too because of her planet's mineral makeup," Running his left hand through the wild strands of hair that had come loose from his loosely pulled together ponytail, "Practical everything they eat there has something mildly poisonous in it." Sighing heavily and pressing the two datapads in his right into the bridge of his nose.

"Do we..."

"No. She can eat non-poisonous foodstuff, but she's going to need some of it in her diet. While a lot of the creatures they eat do have poisonous elements, it’s the plants that have the higher content. Having access to it gives her the enzymes that she needs to break down the meat she does consume and for the health of her hair. It’s going to be very important that she’s able to get the same balance for her health because it helps with nutrient delivery and protein production. For that we need to keep it up so that by standard age eighteen her blood is acidic as fuck because that's how she gets her water intake too," Pressing his thumb into left temple the medic takes a breath, but it does nothing to calm Helix down, "I’m pretty sure I could synthesize a poison from her blood and or an antitoxin."

"I assume you've already figured something out — For her eating plant-stuff." Cody asks, still trying to keep up, but was stuck on the hair part of the explanation. 

Nodding, Helix straightens up again, "I was able to catch one of General Che’s commanders an hour ago and he told me he would contact someone from the nursery and have a couple of these sprouts and spores sent over at 1500. I already told Speckle and they'll pick them up. They already sectioned off a part of the greenhouse...... Oh. She’s also going to need a lot of meat...... She's a predator species."

"How much is a lot?"

"I need authorization to have the freezer expanded suited for a growing carnivore needs it." Handing over one of the datapads with the new dimensions. It wasn’t too much, just an extra four meters to the current ten by four meter freezer.

"I'll get this to Wedge and his team. They can start on this today." Signing off on it and sending the work order through.

"Good, because some jetii already knows we have a new commander and sent a message to me about having some stores ready in a day. Should keep for about two months if she’s willing to share.... What the kriff am I saying. She's a jetii, a baby one, of course she'll want to share."

Feeding a starship full of enhanced clones brought along difficulties, but they had gotten by well with two extra storage rooms being converted with the general’s help to greenhouses for some produce. His Force abilities helping the plants grow much faster than Cody assumes was normal with them receiving plants or seeds out of gratitude from planets they have saved that took to a more rural way to living. With extra meat the men would have access to protein a third way.

Protein shakes and bars are only so useful and appetizing after a while. 

"Is there anything else I should know?"

Helix holds his gaze, eyes narrowing – in tiredness or annoyance, Cody couldn't tell – before his shoulders sag with a resigned exhale.

"Her hair is bioluminescent." 

"... She glows in the dark." That's a liability.

"Her hair does, but she can control it, turn it off," Helix sighs heavily, "Be lucky she not a Savri. Their skin is fluorescent."

Bypassing that tangent he asks, "There's a difference?"

"Read," Dropping the other datapad in front of him. He could see it had notes on a planet called Avo Iti, "I have to finish another set of flash modules on how to handle adolescent females and her’s especially." Turning around and stomp-shuffling out of the office.

"You need to take a break. Don't make me send Patch after you." But Helix waves him off with a sloppy 'kark-you' salute, trying to keep himself from accidently clipping the side of the door as he leaves.

Shaking his head, Cody sends a message to Patch and picks up the datapad Helix left for him. As he reads Cody can understand where some of Helix's exhaustion was coming from. This was a lot more daunting then getting shinies since they were all familiar with their body’s needs and limits.

He can't believe Grey was right about this and he only had to deal with a Human commander. Theroway has a Kel Dorian commander and they had retrofitted her quarters so she could remove her mask when she wanted. Cody's not even sure how they got a supply of helium and dorin gas, but they had, and they had designed a system that recycled the gas and had fail safes. He didn't even think to ask Theroway about the dietary restrictions concerns.

... How did they eat? That was definitely a question Cody was going to ask Wolffe the next time he saw him.

But as he continues to read, chuckling every so often at Helix's commentary within the notes – a clear indication he was lacking sleep – Cody finds he's intrigued with the commander's night-vision, and as Helix had said, her ability to dim or darken her hair. This opened up some possibilities for trying to get her interested in scouting for certain missions, something Cody resolves to ask her when he meets her tomorrow with the general.

He knew fundamentally that the Jedi were different from them, different from most of the galaxy, so it was always a bit of a surprise when he saw something that was normal, like classrooms.

Cody doesn't know if all classes were in classrooms, as there was only about fourteen rooms in this long corridor, and he knows more would be needed for the amount of Jedi there are. But even this classroom was different from what he could see, which was no desks, just a overly wide circular table with it's center missing and Jedi of different ages leaving.

"I really must give you a tour one day," The general says in lieu of anything else as they wait for the commander as he returns nods of acknowledgement to the Jedi leaving, "You only know how to get to three places."

"Well they are the most important sir."

There's a twitch of some sort, in the air oddly enough, and Cody turns to catch the general's gaze and wonders what the shy smile was about.

"You certainly know how to make someone feel special commander."

Recalling what he said Cody doesn't think he made any incorrect statement before he hears the implication in his own head. He's not wrong, but he only knew his way to the High Council chambers, the Archives, and General Kenobi's room as he had stopped by enough.

"Technically, I'm not wrong sir."

The general's eyes sparkle with mirth and his lips curve into a coy smirk, but before he could unleash whatever charming or blatantly flirtatious comment he had come up with, the general turns away.

"Ah, here she is."

It takes Cody a brief moment to find her, only because he looked straight ahead and not down, but when he does he is somewhat speechless. Helix was right about her hair glowing. He had thought her hair color was a trick of the holo recording, but it was blue and faintly glowing, yet nowhere near as bright as he thought. But what caught Cody off-guard was how small she was, only pushing 1.5 meters at best, when in comparison Skywalker was his height. 

She walks over, expression open and happy, until she sees him and her expression doesn't fall, but her eyes do round as her pupils constrict, assessing him as a threat. He’s not sure why, but he's proud of her for that, before her eyes are back to normal. Her focus goes to the general as they preform what can only be one of those mental conversations that he and Skywalker have, but instead of the usual macro expressions they are micro in comparison as a sense of questioning becoming searching at the extended silence before whatever it was is resolved, both their expressions smoothing out.

"Well then, I think I've kept you out of the loop long enough Cody," Eyes sparkling again, the general grins, "Tae’sie. Please meet Commander Cody."

"Good morning Commander Cody," And she dips into a shallow bow, "My name is Tae’sie Ah’Dallir. It's an honor to meet you."

"Commander Ah’Dallir." He inclines his head.

She straightens up quickly at that, her eyes widen, like most Jedi did when they first address them by their rank, before that small friendly smile appeared as well. The one they gave before giving them the use of their name.

"Please call me Tae’sie. At least in less stressful situations."

"Now that introductions are out of the way we can —" 

"Kenobi."

To the untrained eye its impossible to see the general deflate in disappointment, it looks like he was just putting himself back together after being interrupted. But Cody had seen it enough to catalog the changes in stance and the tighter expression across his face. It does lighten some when he turns to see both Generals Windu and Koon, before it's falling again, his eyes darken and his lips thinning more.

"Excuse me you two. I'm needed elsewhere for the moment. I’ll meet you at my room momentarily."

As they walk away Cody hears bits and pieces of a planet named Christophsis before they're too far away. Without the general to be the neutral link between them his walk to the general's room is silent. It's not until they get there that he turns to speak to the commander again.

"So you have questions?"

He asks as she takes a seat cross-legged in one of the two deep blue arm chairs, sticking her datapad upright between the cushion and the arm. Cody sits across from her on the couch and waits for an answer as she straightens up, folding her hands in her lap.

"Yes," She says softly, her lips pulling down to the left as she meets his eyes, "I realize that I don't look like I'm capable of much, but I am. But I also know what I'm capable isn't the same for you and the clones and want to make sure I can do the best that I can."

The commander pauses, looking away, eyes unfocused as her gaze lies somewhere past the kitchen and out the window to the never-ending busyness of Coruscant. Having collected her thoughts she looks back to him.

"Master Shaak says you're all unique individuals and I could sense it very clearly, especially you, so I know you're all more than what some would believe and that makes this harder...... I know this isn't going to be easy."

"It's not."

It wasn't. It never got any easier assign his brothers to missions, running into action with them and coming back with less of them, no matter how well they planned or knew the Seppies' moves.

"You are going to experience war and that's different than reading about it." Mentally wincing at how harsh he sounds and how she seems to take it in stride, as if she had already witness something of it, "All you can do is not let their actions be in vain and try harder next time. It's not the best advice, but is advice that will get you through this."

"I know," She says with that sense of something harrowing behind it, he could see it in her eyes, "So I’m looking forward to getting to know you, working with you, and you showing me how I can make sure that the most clones can survive."

"And I’m looking forward to getting to know you and working alongside you too Captain Cody. I was thankfully out of practice with battlefront tactics, but I'm sure you and Alpha will have me up to date in no time for our sakes and for the sake of the clones' lives."

That was the first things General Kenobi said to him after he asked for his name. It was followed by a sullen, but genuine smile, a memory imprinted on Cody's mind for the rest of his life and the one that cemented in his mind that his general was one of the jate'soluse if not the best of the Jedi. It seems the general found another just like him and the commander's earnestness and truthfulness cemented her as jate'soluse too.

"How about I answer some of your questions and we can start working something out," Cody offers, "Communication between us will be the most important."

A sense of something light but guarded, a breeze in comparison to the general’s warmth, seems to emanate from her as she reaches over to pick her datapad up again. Eyes and self burning with determination. And that's how General Kenobi finds them, though they had migrated to the floor, sitting across from one another around the caff-table as Tae’sie wrote notes on his brief lesson in call signs and hand signals so she can start practicing and get use to when to use them.

"Hello there you two," The general says as he drapes his robe over the side of the couch, "What are we reviewing now?"

"Hand signs!" Commander Ah’Dallir exclaims brightly, but never looks away from her pad as she keeps writing, "I didn't know there was so many, but it make sense since the clones can't convey ideas and thoughts to each other."

"No. Not quite."

And General Kenobi gets a secretive sort of glint in his eyes as he looks towards him as he sits down on the couch behind Cody. Cody turns halfway so he can watch the both of them with ease.

"Right." Commander Ah’Dallir says distractedly, but Cody can feel in his gut that there was a different meaning to what both Jedi were referring to.

"Well, in any case, my plan involved tea, which I see you've helped yourself to," And Commander Ah’Dallir does stop to give the general a hesitant smile at pilfering his tea collection, "And have that while talking over your unconventional padawanship. Followed by, if you'd like, a quick spar so our dear commander can have a more concrete idea of how to integrate you into his strategies."

Her oblong pupils narrow into slits as her eyes widen as does her smile, "Yes please. If you can."

"I wouldn't ask if I couldn't."

"No, but I have a feeling you'd go ahead anyway." Smirking at the general in a way reminiscence to how Rex would when he called Cody out on something he did.

Usually after he told others not to do it.

So the huff of laughter that follows isn't a surprise and Cody has to bite his tongue at the betrayal frown General Kenobi throws his way.

"She's not wrong sir. Sometimes you act first, then ask for forgiveness after."

"I'm sure its one of his many ways to have the higher ground," The commander quips, seeing as he was on her side at the moment, "Plus, if he's right he can justified his actions."

"I think she has you figured out sir." Giving the other man a regretful look that neither of them buy for one moment.

"I expected this later. But of course when I surround myself with overachievers I should've expected this banter sooner." The general sighs, rolling his eyes skyward and leaning back into the couch.

"We're just working on our communication Master," Commander Ah’Dallir smirks, the cheekiness almost a tangible thing around her, "Its for everyone's benefit. Right Cody?"

"I couldn't agree more, Tae’sie." He says smiling back and watches as her grin grows just a centimeter wider, General Kenobi mumbling good-naturedly behind them.

Command-Batch Chat

Priority Alert Activated (Private)

Priority Alert: CC-2224

            Members: CT-7567

            Subject: It's official

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Hey vod
How was meeting the new cadet?

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

It went well.
Actually really well.
She's going to start drills with the scouts and sometimes shadowing them on follow-up intel missions as well after a few weeks.
She has night vision and of course that jetii sneakiness in her favor.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Hey! That's great!
So why do I get the feeling something's off.

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

Nothing's off.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Cody.

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

Rex.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Come on! I know it's something
That's what I'm here for, isn't it? For the big mean ori'vod to complain to

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I have some comments on that description, but I don't think that's in the vod'ika handbook.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

You gonna tell me that Wolffe and Fox don't bitch to you

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

Fox more then Wolffe, I'll give you that.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Awesome, now stop stalling
What's up with your new commander?

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

Nothing it's just...
Rex. She’s so tiny.
Tiny and she glows in the dark.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

That's a liability

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

She can turn it off, but when she doesn't its like you're looking at hyperspace blue. 
And she's curious about everything, super polite, and very proficient.
She can actually handle the general in a fight.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Really?
Do you have a recording?

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I'm sure they have some recordings, I saw some cameras in the corners.
Why?

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

The Vode here are curious about our 'command'ika by joint custody'
Tracks said it, not me
General Skywalker is trying, emphasis on trying and failing, to not be curious but I know he wants to know about her too
And at least Skywalker was your flash training

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

Skywalker was taller than me and was already about to be a full jetii.
And Rex, she cares so kriffing much and I don't know what to do about it.
Something's going to go wrong.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Wow!
I knew you'd adopt anything shorter than you, but I didn't think you'd get this attached so soon

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I'm not attached.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Yeah you are Cody. I know you and we aren't jetii so we can get away with it
And sure, something will happen, this is war
But you have your plans and your ideas and I know you’ve talked this to death with General Kenobi
It’ll be okay. You got this

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

She kinda reminds me of you.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Is that a compliment to me or her (｡•̀ᴗ-)

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

It could be an insult you know.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

You’d never insult a jetii, especially a shiny one, and you love me, so compliment
Plus, you always try your damn hardest to make sure everyone you look out for is safe. This is the same thing
I'm sure she'll get on your nerves like I do, but if she's as determined as me she'll want to learn from you to make sure everything she does is for the best.
Because you are the best

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

And everyone thinks you're bad with words.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

I was trying to be nice

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I know. Thank you for that Rex'ika.
I think I just needed to hear it from someone else that it'll be okay.
Or as okay as it can be.
I can tell she's going to be a handful, she's about as snarky as the general.
But if I can handle you and I did survive Skywalker I think I can do this again.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

No problem Kot'ika, it's going to go over well. She got one of the best ori'vode watching her six

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I know half of that is true and the other is you trying to butter me up for some request form you need signed.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

It is true. I do mean it that she has our best watching out for her
But also ...
Does that mean you'll approve some extra thrusters for a Delta-7B 

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

He just got new interceptor a week ago!
How has he already crashed!?

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

He didn't this time!
He was rewiring something for more speed and it blew up the rear. We had all the extra parts just not extra thrusters

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

... Rex

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Please!
He's been looking all sad since the start of this escort mission and now he’s giving the LAAT engines that funny look he gets before he takes something apart

…CC-2224 is typing…

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

... Fine. Send it over.

Rex_{(501st Legion, Captain; CT-7567)}

Thanks! You're the best!

Cody_{(7th Sky Corps, 212th Attack Battalion, Marshal Commander; CC-2224)}

I'm delaying the next one if he's not on an active battlefield.

(CC-2224 signed off)

Twelve hours.

They were only twelve hours shy of finishing out their leave - a new record actually - before being called back to the front.

But Bail was in need of relief supplies and extraction from Christophsis as the Separatist presences there had double and the blockade was now unbreakable. It was fortunate for them that a new stealth corvette, the IPV-2C Stealth, had passed it's tests and was ready for a field test. 

Obi-Wan had only been alerted to this as he and Tae’sie walked into the Quartermaster's warehouse, Tae’sie stepping away with Quartermaster Tirryl to start retrieving items that she would need as a new padawan, and as one on the battlefield. He had hoped they would have longer, Obi-Wan had plans for her to meet a few of the men today and get her settled in her new room, which he had given a good dusting to two nights before, but it seems all for not.

Thankfully Cody, the practical man he was, assured him he could get everything prepped and ready so he could take his time and leave in that last wave of gunships to the Negotiator. They also agreed that rapidness of this deployment would be a bit much for Tae’sie first introduction to the war. Once the fighting had died down on Christophsis he would send for her since she should be allow some peace - if only for a time - before getting integrated into this war.

So Obi-Wan's only concern now was making sure she had everything else she could possibly need for her new role and helped her and Tirryl with collecting those items such as a first aid kit, a sewing kit, a rebreather, a fibercord grappling hook, and a holomap reader to name a few.

As he returned with the comm. unit, a beacon transceiver, and a small case of lightsaber repair tools Obi-Wan finds the Xexto Jedi folding and placing different outfits Tae’sie would need for all the different terrains they would encounter, and with her extra arms she quickly packed away the aquatic suit, arctic coat, and spacesuit. 

"Now all she needs is one robe and one cloak," Her wide mouth slanting in a coy manner, "Should the standard work or should I foresee her taking up that particular habit of yours and add one more of each?"

Obi-Wan wisely choses his battle and looks down to place the items he gathered in the small crate, "I'm afraid I don't know what you are referring to, but since younglings do tend to misplace items a single extra robe might be useful."

"Of course Master Kenobi." Tirryl chuckles and walks off to climb up one of the small ladders installed so she could quickly move between the shelving.

"So, what do you think?"

As a padawan, it was a time for them to explore and learn more about themselves and the galaxy they served. Most took to wearing outfits or designs from their cultures, making the decision after knighting to keep the representation of their natural culture or to change to the more traditional apparel of their family community.

Turning towards Tae’sie, gone were the basic grey robes and blue-grey tabards and in it's place was a black jumpsuit with an ochre and blue-grey sash skirt that gathered at the her hips. Overtop that was a bright harvest gold piece of fabric that wrapped around her waist with a flexi-blast belt over top of it, made from the minerals and synthetic materials of her planet. She also had the flexi-blast as bracelets and a necklace. Her feet and most of her legs were wrapped in a soft smooth grey hide he was unfamiliar with, but considering her style of fighting Obi-Wan assumes that it would be able to move easily with her.

As Tae’sie was from a non-Republic system like himself the accounts were without major societal biases, but were in short supply. Any information they had were from Jedi travels to those planets, which ended up usually amounting to an odd collection of facts and social norms. The other was hoping that the Jedi from those non-Republic systems would travel back to learn about their culture, but Avo Iti had a healthy though small section for him to research from.

Obi-Wan had read what he could and asked Tae’sie to tell him what she knew off her home. From that he knows that the Arri were simple and utilitarian in their dress, wearing dark colored jumpsuits and most of the color coming from the coloration of their hair and the few wraps of color cloth that decorated their jumpsuits. He also knew the colors were to represent the colors of the sacred Burobaa that the Arri had to fight and claim an outer bone from to mark a coming of age. It was a representation of honor in their culture, using the bone they gathered to craft a ceremonial weapon. As she was a Jedi, Tae’sie had cut and carved her bone to be secured around her lightsaber.

Tae’sie's outfit was reminiscent to Master Eh'Yasir, but was uniquely her own.

"Practical and modest. It suits you well."

And Obi-Wan know Cody's way of thinking is rubbing off on him because he's already assessing where a few pieces of armor could go. The only question is how resistant she’ll be.

In that moment Obi-wan is reminded of scenes similar to this. One melancholy, the other wholesome. 

After Naboo, Obi-Wan didn’t remember much of the first few weeks or months with Anakin. It was a blur of grief and panic as he tried to get everything ready and perfect for the boy that had nothing and no one close. Obi-Wan was forever thankful during that time to his friends and the fact they were still at the Temple most of the time to help with the transition. And with Anakin's disposition making him very independent in way, but also very shy, the extra help gave them time to settle into Padawan and Master at their own pace. 

Sadly he couldn’t remember some of those moments that seemed to form so of their deepest bonds, but he made sure to mentally archive anything else he could. Cherish the moments and found his heart warming at experience the happy pride from his new padawan. It was so similar to when Anakin had asked him for his opinion on what to wear as a new Knight, to find something with the perfect flare to fit him.

"Thank you," Tae’sie beams before her smile falls to a much more sullen one, "How much time do you have?"

"Enough," Obi-Wan assures her as he walks up to her, "But first let us make this completely official."

Smiling, she reach behind, undoing the incredibly strong tie that was holding her hair back. With it all down she starts sectioning off a small section of hair behind her right ear, the soft rustling of her claws sliding through it, before holding out the section as she holds back her impressive mane of hair to her left.

Taking hold of the offered shorten section of hair, Obi-Wan holds it loosely in both hands as he begins to focus on it, separating it into equal lengths with the Force, and begins braiding. It wasn't difficult, but it was different as Arri hair was not exactly hair.

To the untrained eye or someone not examining it up close it did look like hair, but the Arri didn’t have keratin filaments, instead it was a specialized dermis strand in place of hair that grew solely on their head. The strands were as thin as humanoid hair and in a mass together had a soft cushiony feel that reminded Obi-Wan of Quinlan’s hair, but more so Master Tahl’s hair. But the faint glow and feeling of life proved that while this could pass for hair it certainly wasn’t and that it was far more sensitive for that matter as well.

"Sorry for the texture difference." Tae’sie says as Obi-Wan let the braid slip from his hold to lay parallel with her chest, already quite long because of her hair's overall length.

"Don’t be. And fear not, it is a learning process for both of us. Well mostly me," He smiles at the half-joke, "I'm quite sure I can count on you to guide me if need be."

Tae’sie's attention is on the braid, smiling so delightedly at it as she smooths a thumb over it, but she still nods.

"We'll probably have to redo it every two weeks."

"Hmm then I will endeavor to make sure I’m skilled by the next try," Just then his comm. beeps telling him he had thirty minutes left as Tirryl returns with perfect timing with the extra robe, "Now I have just enough time to help you move your stuff. Let’s get you settled in your new room."

Reaching out, he takes ahold of the crate and floating it in front of them as the hurriedly walk back to his rooms. When Tae’sie came by in the morning she had brought her small box of personal items before they embarked for the warehouse, so she had yet to move anything in yet or make it her own.

Because of the special situation with Anakin and with his appointment to the Council later on, Obi-Wan had been in this Master’s suite since he was twenty-three. And it feels like only yesterday he was moving Anakin in only to have help him pack every toolkit the young man owned as he move out only weeks ago. It was bittersweet as it left the rooms quiet without its resident mechanic, but to see Anakin joke about never having a curfew again for working on stuff because his neighbors were a Knight in the Healing Halls that worked a night shift for the nocturnal Jedi and a window had Obi-Wan happy that he was starting to learn to let go in small ways, that his independence was catching up to him.

As Tae’sie's grip wraps around the crate Obi-Wan lets go of it, it bobbing awkwardly for a second at the exchange, before she float the crate and her smaller box in her room. Pride-relief-joy dances around her, purely infectious that he smiling, even though he has to step away to his own room across from hers so he can be ready for departure. Anything he needed was already secured on the Negotiator, but his armor was not. He takes his few pieces from the rack given to him by Cody and quickly dressing in his 'battle robes' as he had once heard Rex called them while teasing Cody about it when he deiced to loose a few more pieces for flexiblity. As Obi-Wan steps back out of his room he gets a comm. from Cody telling him they were ready and together, he and Tae’sie make their way to the eastern hanger platform one where a LAAT is waiting with Cody standing just beside it.

With a nod from Cody they step inside, turning to face Tae’sie as she starts walking back.

"May the Force be with you Master. And with you Cody." Tae says softly, but loud enough over the bustling of the hanger.

"And with you padawan."

"Commander." Cody nods in acknowledge and Tae’sie returns it as the engines rev.

Soon his new padawan and the Temple are shrinking into the distance before the side doors slide close and lock, the silent hiss of air telling Obi-Wan that very soon they will be in the upper atmosphere and off to their next battle.

Chapter Text

Wait. Did I remember to explain why different orientations of isomers relative to one another make stereoisomers?

Tae’sie frowns at her datapad because if she had forgotten that, the latter half of this paper would make no sense. But before she can reread it the smell of steam makes her nose scrunch up and the low, but slowly rising pitch of the tea kettle has her ears twitching.

Setting her datapad down, Tae’sie hops off the couch and circles around the kitchen island to the stove, turning it to low and levitating the kettle to easily pour it into her waiting mug. As she leans against the counter and begins to steep the tea bag, Tae’sie settles in and enjoys the simple nature of it and the break it provided.

As she does the sharp zesty aroma of kessinnamon apple swirls perfectly with the fresh earth scent given off by the collection of plants around the kitchen space. It gives the area a fuller lively impression to the already energetic rooms.

While Tae’sie was no Shadow or capable of psychometry, her connection to the Living Force gave her the ability to at least tell when Force presences or non-Force presences had last been somewhere and how long if she focused on that. It was like looking at shadows, but they were too overly bright to be confused as one. Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker’s essences were everywhere here, dancing in front of her eyes if she focused, like little rays of sunlight.

It reminded her that while the space wasn't hers just yet, it would be soon. But it had only been a week and a half since Tae’sie moved into the Master’s suite so she still had time.

The suite's main room functioned as a sitting-living room space that transition right into a kitchen space about half the size of the main room. An earthy green and brown rug that took up most of the tan carpeted floor of the living room with a deep blue couch set taking up most of the space. The couch that was pushed up against the right wall, but there was walking space behind the two arm chairs that were set at an angle with a large oval caff-table in between the seating.

In front of the kitchen island and sink, on top of a small end table, was a holoprojector that didn't look like anyone she had ever seen. But with a previous resident being a scrap junky it wasn’t a surprise as there was also an automatic watering system for the number of plants around the kitchen, apparently a gift from Knight Skywalker for a past Life Day. The kitchen was simple enough, but more simple than what she had seen when Rocou and her had to make stops at other Jedi stations or the Sahrhii. A stove and oven sat beneath an arched window with both sides of the window and the oven bracketed by tall cabinets for pantry supplies, teas, and cooking utensils for small meals if the residents didn’t want to go to the Mess.

To the left side of the main room was the shared refresher and to the left of the kitchen was Master Kenobi's room. To the right of the kitchen was her's.

While Tae’sie had had her own space for over six months when the last of her clan left for their padawanships, she never had a small space like this of her own. It was a simple square shaped room, but with a wide set of three windows to the left when she first entered. She had placed her meditation mat right in front of the middle window, always finding mediation best when near sunlight. To the right of the room was a small wardrobe for her clothes and on either side of it were two short bookcases which she filled sparingly with the few items she had. A journal of pressed flowers, the few fossilized skulls she had found, and a couple of books, both datapad and flimsi. A couple of the pretty rocks she had picked up from when she went off planet sat in neat order along the windowsill to complete her move. 

And soon after Tae’sie found time to deeply meditate and reach out to Rocou, who happened to be free and traveling at sublight. But before Tae’sie could share the news of her padawanship Rocou happily congratulated her, because of course he had heard before she could tell him. But he did make up for it by staying silent the whole time she told the tell the story of how it happened. Pride and excitement were the loudest of his shared emotions, but there was an undercurrent of worry, only because she would be on the front lines, even if they both knew she could take care of herself. It was still an adjustment.

Honestly Tae'sie welcomed the time to get situated to this part of her new life, her new room, and the suite as a whole. It gave her time to get use to the lingering presence so she didn’t feel like she was intruding.

Happiness-love-serenity seeped from the walls here, and even though she could catch glimmers of something tense it was never there for long, the overall care for the space making it null and void. It spoke to the strong bond between Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker, an intimidating thing in and of itself. Tae'sie knew that no two bonds were the same, but being around the afterimages of this one made her long for the same and left her wondering how Knight Skywalker may feel about her presence. 

She tried not to listen to gossip, but some rumors couldn't be ignored. She knew how close her Master and his former padawan were, how hot-bloodied the younger man could be, and with her less than stellar 'relationship' with Teda, Tae'sie was worried about meeting her padawan-brother and being constantly around him if he didn't care for her. This war had certainly changed many things for the Jedi, but she's not sure if former and current padawans to the same master working together was something many others dealt with. It would certainly be another new change for her on top of so many so far.

Breathing in deeply, inhaling the spicy tang and warm steam of her tea, Tae’sie centers herself in the tranquility of the moment and not the worries of the future. She was aware of them and knew some of what she could to alleviate it, but worrying did nothing when she couldn’t do more. Slowing her breathing and breathing deeply, appreciating each one, Tae’sie opens her eyes feeling much more refreshed.

Unhurried, she sips at her tea and hums pleasantly at the delightful taste. Lips curling fainting around the rim of the cup Tae’sie sinks into the Force a bit more as it continues to brushing those worries away as Tae'sie puts her faith in that before coming back to herself.

Sighing happily, she pushes off the small counter space and walks back to the couch only for the door chime to go off before the door opens to let Master Yoda in. So caught up in her thoughts Tae’sie hadn’t notice the elder master making his way here.

"Master Yoda." She exclaims softly before dipping her head in greeting.

Returning the nod, the Grandmaster hobbles in, "Padawan Ah’Dallir."

It was still a thrill to hear her new title. A bit weird, but in the best way.

"I wasn’t expecting any guests Master. But I do have the kettle on for tea," She offers, sitting her own mug down and turning halfway to the kitchen, "Would you like a cup?"

But Master Yoda shakes his head ‘no’ as he comes to a stop beside the couch, "Stay long, I cannot. Bearer of news, I simply am."

"Oh what is it?"

Instead of answering he just watches her, contented by something, as a soft smile lifts across his wide mouth.

"Master Yoda?"

"Happy I am, to have my lineage grow once more," He tells her truthfully and Tae’sie is honored by it, "And excited I am to have proper eaters as well," Before grinning, showing off his short conical teeth.

Replying with her own grin to show off her own sets of fangs the Grandmaster – her great-great-grandmaster actually! – chuckles as if they were talking about an inside joke. 

"Yes. Yes. Perfect this will be. Ah. And message for you I have." He says sagely and Tae’sie bites at her lower lip to not laugh.

"I recall you saying so."

A look of mischief appears on the Grandmaster’s face and it dances lightly in his presence before Master Yoda’s expression and demeanor becomes serious, "Your presence, needed on Christophsis, it is. Departure from the west hanger in two hours, you shall go."

Tae’sie feels her eyes widen, excitement and anticipation suddenly bombarding her as she clumsily tries to bundle it up and release as much of it into the Force, but some of it still weaves throughout her presence. 

"Then it’s a good thing I got packed early." She says quietly as she finds herself closer to the ground — Oh. I sat down. When did that happen?

"Fortune it is," Lifting her head as the Grandmaster moves closer and reaches out to pat her hand, his faint smile back in place, "May the Force be with you, little one of my lineage."

Smiling softly at him, Tae’sie stands and bows respectfully, "And with you, elder of my lineage."

Master Yoda extends the same to her before exiting the suite and leaving Tae’sie to get ready to go on her first of many missions as a padawan.

She hadn’t been joking about being packed, she had left the crate from Quartermaster Tirryl alone, only adding a few other essential items and going back to retrieve the four other jumpsuits and the second set of wraps she had requested. Calling it forth from her room Tae’sie sets it in front of the door as she goes through her message platform and sends off messages to her teachers, all who were expecting this sooner or later.

With that done Tae’sie goes to change out of her Temple robes and into her new clothing, but with still an hour and four-five minutes left she has to center herself as butterflies creep into her stomach when she lets her mind shift to what is to come. Thankfully her tea is still warm and taking the time to drink it calms her and gives her more time to relax.

And as she finishes off the rest of her tea, rinsing it out in the sink, Tae’sie finds herself looking over at a specific kitchen cabinet and gets an idea that she thinks Master Kenobi will fully approve of.

"Commander on deck!" Lieutenant Striker announces and the buzz of chatter halts and the concentration the clones had flips to her. In grey uniforms and others in armor, they all turn from their stations to snap to attention for her.

Nodding to the lieutenant who had escorted her to the starboard bridge he returns it before turning on heel, leaving her alone on the command deck.

"At ease." Tae’sie calls out and watches as they all turn back to their duties as if nothing had happened.

The order, any order, was still odd on her tongue. It was a weight she knew she wasn’t completely ready for, but it was something she was giving more thought to since her briefly walk-through on the Negotiator.

It had been a whirlwind of movement stepping onto the flagship of the Third Army, but it was greatly helped out by the few clones of the 212^th she had met. Eight in total, lined up against the walls of the hall of the airlock in their golden-orange and yellow paint, the same as Cody. Each one’s light pushed at her like their own beacon, each wonderfully and beautifully different in the Force.

As she was escorted to the hangers to catch a gunship over to the departing Resolute, two others, Waxer and Boil, volunteered to take her crate to her assigned room. Though it seemed more Waxer than Boil volunteering.

As she passed through the halls and the hangers many more clones in the signature sunrise color or pale white saluted her, all beaming with excitement at meeting her, curious of her presence here, or concern for her safety with immediate trust — No. An unshakable loyalty springing from them constantly. All of this Tae’sie could feel clearly even though they were lightly marred by a dim shade, most likely from the war, just like the few she had met in such a short time.

It bottomed something out in her, wishing she could push those emotions back to let them know she felt the same. That in taking one look at all of them Tae’sie knew she would try to bring back as many as she could from the battlefield, even if the scale of it was daunting, she was going to do all she could.

Blinking out of her memories and tightening up another set of shields so not to be distracted by the clones’ beacon-like presence, Tae’sie confidently walks down the command walkway to where the only other non-clone sentient was. A man of a slightly older age with a sharp lawful poise that radiated a crisp demeanor. He stands at attention at the end of the walkway, his eyes coolly following her approach.

"Admiral Yuleran."

Right brow lifting minutely a brief flinch of confusion passes through his presence, "Yes, and who might you be?"  

"Padawan Learner Tae’sie Ah’Dallir. Master Kenobi is my teacher." Any confusion is removed after that and the formal sense around him sets back in.

"I see and is the other — "

"Sirs," Turning to the voice they both find a clone in a grey uniform striding up to them, "Admiral. Commander. All personnel are aboard. Engines are primed and all systems are green." 

"Then we have no time to lose Lieutenant. Take us out. All ahead full." Admiral Yuleran orders and turns back to windows.

"Sir."

Giving the unnamed clone a nod she too turns to face the windows, preparing for the jump, as the Venator slowly moves through the supply depot and medical post. Clones talk back and forth as they steer the ship out, a faint stir of expectation about it all as they move the ship into a ready position at what must be the entrance to a hyperspace lane.

"Coordinates inputted and awaiting your orders Admiral." Someone from the right-side pit calls out.

"Very good," The admiral says, "Prepare to engage in four. Three. Two. One."

As the whirl of the hyperdrives come online at their full power the resistance of real-space’s gravity is keenly felt to her until it isn’t. With a sharp snap-shock in the Force, Tae’sie watches as the viewport windows are engulfed by the brilliant streaks of stars that collects into the standard blues and white of the hyperspace tunnel, the echoes of real-space that remains.

It’s a breathless moment that never gets old or fails to bring a smile to Tae’sie's lips. Being within hyperspace however...

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but conventionally not existing was always a strange feeling as in this other dimension the Force was only present in a sporadic way. It dipped in and out like different tones and vibrations as it blends and overlaps here while they were in motion.

But there was plenty of time to enjoy watching hyperspace later. She was about to be placed in a set of circumstances she only vaguely understood so she needed to be prepared.

"Admiral, what is our ETA?"

"Two and a half hours at our current speed."

"I think that gives me more than enough to read up on our situation," And the admiral’s presence brightens with a quick flash of amazement, "Would it be possible for me to get a few summaries on what's happening on Christophsis?"

"Of course. Lieutenant," And the same clone from before makes his way over, "Commander Ah’Dallir needs the briefs on our last encounters on Christophsis."

"Right away sir."

"Thank you," Tae’sie says as she turns back to the admiral, "Did you have a question for me?" At his perplexed gaze she clarifies, "Before we took off you were asking me something."

"Ah, it’s of no concern commander. It was answered for me." Holding a hand out for her to follow him back to the command center.

"Then I have one more question for you," Following him back, Tae’sie must make her strides quicker as he didn’t shorten his, "Where would be the best place to read this so I don’t to disrupt everyone’s work?"  

"Observation deck on the fourth level,” The admiral answers promptly, "I will have one of the clone retrieve you when we're twenty minutes out so we can make this drop as quickly as possible."

"Here you are Commander," The lieutenant says, handing over a datapad, "Every battle and skirmish reported since we arrived in the system. We don't have the newest update with the communications being as they are."

"Thank you Admiral. And thank you Lieutenant..." Trailing off so he can fill in his name. It takes him a moment before he’s standing straighter and a bit embarrassed.

"Oh! Spark sir. Lieutenant Spark. "

"Thank you Lieutenant Spark," She completes her sentence politely as he salutes, "I’ll try to return this as soon as I can."

To say she was having somewhat of a crazy time would be an understatement.

Everything had been super hectic for Ahsoka since her surprise meeting with Master Yoda.

Master Yoda – Grandmaster of the Order! – had personally asked her to deliver a message to Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker — Oh! And of course told her she would be assigned as a Padawan Learner to The Anakin Skywalker!

Yeah... No pressure there. None. ... She’s got this.

After reigning in her shock, Master Yoda told her she had about an hour to get to her transport as this was all very time sensitive.

Sighing to herself, Ahsoka very keenly feels the air around her heat and her skin prickle like a burst of static has just crawled over it. Centering herself again, focusing on the concentration and determination of everyone on board to ground her, Ahsoka pushes her fear into the Force, letting her worries go. It seeps away, minute by minute, and she eventually finds calm again and was glad to find it at all after the past couple days. Ahsoka had been so singularly focused and tensed up about everything, trying to process it all that she had barely noticed what she was doing most of the time.

And no one could blame her, this was a big change, one of the biggest in her life. But if she was going to be a Jedi she needed to get used to this. Jedi did not step back from their calling or their missions. She could handle it – or at least she would start to handle it – and tackle this with enthusiasm and prove to Master Yoda that he had made the right decision.

Even if so far it wasn’t looking too great since Ahsoka had spent the past two and a half days running;

Running to her rooms to get her most essential things packed for her mission to the front.

Running to get out to the gunship taking her to her transport.

Pacing her room – which was like running – which led to her pacing the length of the Republic cruiser while most of the crew slept.

That lead to her actually running again as she had worn herself out and overslept. Thank the Force that a clone from the crew had checked in on her when he hadn’t seen her disembark.

Ahsoka then had to sprint through the Negotiator to get to the left-side hanger to get on another gunship to go to a different Venator. Ahsoka doesn't understand why they couldn't take the Venator she was on, but was too busy trying not to get left behind so she just stewed about it until she landed on the newest ship... and a bit after too.  

From there Ahsoka all but bolts off that transport onto the hanger floor, of what she only found out after was the Resolute. At least she made it onto the right flagship. And while she was finding her quarters’ by being led by a very confused trooper the ship enters hyperspace and processed to hurtle its’ way to Christophsis so that she could deliver her message.

With only an hour until their final approach and feeling oversensitive again by keeping herself tucked up in her unfamiliar quarters, Ahsoka leaves to wandered the Venator, no one really stopping her. Mostly because they’re all mildly confused by her being here, but Ahsoka's glad they kept their distance as she was only starting to calm down again.

More at ease Ahsoka just takes a moment to breathe, reaching out as she passes more clones in the hall, all vibrant shades of uniqueness. So caught up in this meditative exercise of just causally brushing up against them Ahsoka doesn’t even realize she’s following one particularly dazzling one until the doors close behind her and she’s looking dead straight at a large fluff of hair similar to the color of hyperspace that was surging pass just outside the expansive observation windows.

That’s when any calm leaves her for nervousness because that fluff of hair was the winner of the Melee and the one-on-one duels!

Ahsoka had kind of watched her during the Tournament when she could and she was really good at almost everything too. Actually everything, and that just offset everyone else there when she would go through any of the trials. Now being near her without any other Jedi, Ahsoka felt nothing but that tranquility of an undisturbed lake, but also the hidden power that water could bring forth.

"You’re staring." She says sharply.

Ahsoka's mouth falls open at being caught, her stomach somersaulting and not sticking the landing at all. It doesn’t get any better as she tries to fumble through an apology only for the other girl to stop her, saying 'she was fine'.

Then Knight Dallir's younger sister looks away from her datapad and towards her. In the eerie light of the dimmed room and the lights from hyperspace her pitch black and white eyes seem to glow a bit ominously as they constrict looking at her, just as Ahsoka's sure her own pupils narrow as she locks onto another predator. They hold the silent stare-down for the normal five seconds they’ve been taught before blinking slowly once, their eyes returning to normal. Ahsoka takes it as a sign to walk closer, but can’t seem to move.

The other girl looks to her expectantly too and that does nothing to help.

"...Do you want to read?" She asks finally, "It’s easy enough to get a datapad."

"Oh! Um... No? ...I’m good."

"... Talk then?" She asks sounding as awkward as Ahsoka felt even as Dallir holds herself calm as ever.

"... If you want?" Ahsoka shrugs, "It’s just really quiet and it’s been a weird couple of days. It’s all so sudden that I’m here and... yeah......" Ahsoka blurts out only to trail off as she sees Dallir's growing confusion.

"Sudden? Didn’t know you were coming out here?"

"No!" Ahsoka sighs like it was being pulled from her as she throws her arms out, powered by some unresolved anxiety about this whole thing, "I was called to one of the mediation chambers by Master Yoda two days ago and he told me he had a message for me to deliver and that I was going to be assigned to Anakin Skywalker as my Master."

Dallir blinks at her, pupils wide and clearly shocked by her reaction. Ahsoka was shocked at herself and tries to smooth out her robes and look as calm and proper as possible.

"That’s... That is a lot." Dallir settles on as she nods her head in agreement, bewilderment, or both.

Ahsoka just shrugs because what else could she do.

"Yeah, barely got packed in time. I dumped my few things in my new room I was assigned and ran to the hanger. It’s why I’m still in these," Gesturing to herself and her reddish and maroon colored robes, "I’m going to need to go back home or have them ship my stuff out after this. But at least I was able to get my essentials out here. "

"That’s good at least. I hear you never really know when you’ll get back," Dallir agrees with her, "But it’s not so bad. Plus, I can tell you either way we’ll be seeing a lot of each other."

"Really? Why?"

Smiling just a bit embarrassedly she says, "I’m Master Kenobi’s new padawan. And you know, he and Knight – Master Skywalker work well together."

Ahsoka had heard that Master Kenobi was putting out inquiries to others about a padawan, but he had left through the first Tournament and only showed up again the last day. To see it confirmed true and it be Knight Dallir’s little sister wasn’t as big of a surprise at all. After training Anakin Skywalker it makes sense he’d train another incredibly strong padawan. That’s when it clicks too about them having to stop on the Negotiator. She was obviously more prepared than Ahsoka was or would ever be at this point.

"That’s true,” Ahsoka says slowly trying to return the smile, "It’ll be nice to have someone my age around. Well, ‘sometimes’ around." She jokes and smiles a bit when Dallir grins at the turn of phrase.

"Sometimes indeed," And holds out a clawed hand to the space at the end of the bench for her. Ahsoka accepts and takes a seat, happy that some of her gawkiness from before hadn’t put her off, "I’m Tae’sie Ah’Dallir by the way."

She has to clip the ‘I know’ response that was on the tip of her tongue. Ahsoka may be aware of who Dallir – Ah’Dallir – was, but she didn’t know her and Ahsoka’s sure she's probably heard it enough.

"Ahsoka Tano."

"Nice to meet you Ahsoka," She says before looking at her oddly, "I didn’t know they could assign padawans."

"I don’t think they can." Ahsoka mutters.

She wasn’t in danger of going to ArgiCorps as she was told she was great with younglings and would have been brought into the EduCorps fold until she found a teacher or decided to stay. She had wanted to have Master Plo as a teacher, but they had had a very serious conversation about her needing to find someone that could challenger her and Master Plo did not want to hinder that or skirt the edge of attachment as they were so close. Ahsoka understood eventually, but being chosen for someone else and not on her own merits was really upsetting even if it was a great opportunity.

A bit of understanding passes between them as Tae’sie's lips pull to one side in a wan sympathetic way, which was wild as she was Master Obi-Wan Kenobi’s new padawan. What did she have to worry about?

"Well I’m sure it will go fine," She says comfortingly, "I mean that Master Yoda chose you to be Master Skywalker’s padawan. He doesn’t make choices without reason. Besides, you’re one of his lineages now. He must have seen a lot of potential in you."

"Yeah... Yeah he must have." And it makes her proud of herself and worried at the same time.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" Tae’sie asks and Ahsoka shakes her head ‘no’.

"No. Please. And thanks for talking to me." Ahsoka stumbles again as she turns to sit astride the bench as Tae’sie turns to sit cross-legged.

"It’s not a problem. I wish more people would sometimes."

"Yeah I’ve seen."

"Oh. ...So you know." She says quietly looking as stony as she had when Ahsoka first walked in here.

"Yeah, kinda hard not to when others are still complaining about a bruise they got a few days earlier. Or how you’re missing from classes because you finished earlier with the work. But I mean if they defended better that wouldn’t of happened and you aren’t the only one doing advance stuff." Ahsoka tried to reason. She had done well enough in a class or two and got extra free time so she understood something of what Tae’sie was going through.

"Thanks. You say that like a Shien practitioner." At her defensive and strike reasoning.

"I am and I want to perfect Jar’Kai actually," And Ahsoka grins brightly at the other’s shock, "I know. I know. With a reverse grip? But I like a challenge."

"Nice and I get that," Tae’sie says before smiling softly, "We should practice when we get the chance. I’m still working on it in case I ever need it."

"I’m sure you would need it with all that time you spend in the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions."

"It certainly would have come in handy I believe." Tae’sie answers, her smile going unnaturally sharp and wide. And if that didn’t give it away that Ahsoka spoke too quickly then the strain at the edge of her lips and the lack of presence definitely did. 

"Hey! Are your teeth sharper than mine?" Derailing whatever bees nest she kicked over.

"Well Arri do have three sets," Tae’sie's gazes is sharp, and she likely knows what Ahsoka's doing, but she goes along with it smiling widely to proudly show off her teeth, her top smaller set of inner fangs gleaming just enough to show off the serrated sides, "You know, because we don’t hunt adorable sized Timiars." Dropping her smile to a passive smirk.

"True, I only have two. And that’s what spears and sickles are for."

"Oh!"

"What?" Ahsoka asks a bit louder than necessary, but the bright explosion of understanding and humor surprises her.

"Just something Master Yoda said before I left, it makes sense now. He said he was happy to have proper eaters in his lineage again. I didn't understand why he used a plural until now."

It takes a moment for Ahsoka to get it as well and before she knows it she laughing. Tae’sie joins in as they grin at each other, showing off their fangs and sharper teeth.

"You know, I don’t think this will be bad at all." Ahsoka says when she gets her giggles under control.

"No neither do I," Tae’sie agrees as she leans forward to rest her elbows on the bench in front of her and her chin in her hands, "But I do have a question. How did I not see or sense you the whole trip here? Master Yoda came to tell me on Taungsday too that I was leaving for Christophsis. "

Heaving out another heavy sigh Ahsoka rolls her whole upper body back as she rolls her eyes, "It. Is. A story!"

"We have time." Tae’sie laughs and settles more into her pose, ears twitching up and down like a signal that she was ready to listen.

And who is Ahsoka to deny a captive audience. 

"Okay. So there I was in Knight Aretei’s Galactic History 3 class when I get called out of by none other then Master Yoda ..."

"Master Kenobi!" She greets him brightly as she walks down the ramp.

"Tae’sie!" And Master Kenobi's eyes widen as the few clones behind him and Knight Skywalker perk up as if they recognized her, or at least her name, "Well this is certainly a surprise." 

That gives all the proof she needed to know that the rumors of Master Yoda’s inclination to meddle were real. She hadn't broadcasted that she was coming through the training bond, but Master Kenobi must have been so focused on the battle and so assure that she wasn't coming out here until he called for her that he hadn't noticed.

"I had hoped to gather you from the Temple after this engagement." He mutters more to himself, but she hears it regardless before he walks closer to help her down the last few steps of the ramp.

"There’s certainly no time like the present." Tae'sie jokes and agreement comes from her Master, though terse disbelief flows around it.

"No. There is not. I gather your trip went well?"

"It did."

Stepping to the side, Master Kenobi turns to Knight Skywalker, who was watching her with a mostly confused expression.

"Anakin, allow me to introduce my new padawan, Tae’sie Ah’Dallir."

If Tae'sie felt the Knight's presence before when they first dropped out of hyperspace, it was even more oppressive up close. It was vast and ever-moving in a brash and abrasive way, but every so often smooth as his pull on the Force was something she couldn't fully describe.

"It’s a pleasure Knight Skywalker. I’ve heard a great deal about you." Clasping her hands in front and bowing. 

"Nice to meet you too," He returns and while truthful in his greeting, with a bit of excitement, there was an overshadowing of wariness. Something Tae’sie knew well from having it towards her own brother, "And I’m sure you have because Obi-Wan hasn’t stopped talking about you."

"Well I’m happy to hear I’ve already made an impression." She jokes, pushing out a questioning nudge towards the Knight. He seems a surprised by that and hesitantly returns the nudge back.

So far so good.

"You certainly have," And Tae’sie glances back to her Master as she picks up on a sense of knowing and passing familiarity being directed at Ahsoka, "Though I must say that the friend you’ve brought along has made one as well."

"Hasn’t she just." Tae’sie smirks secretively at her new friend.

Ahsoka tries to share it, but it comes off a bit more awkward then secretive. Gently poking at her shields until her shoulders unhunch, Tae’sie soothes it over with a sense that everything will be fine.

"And you are?" Knight Skywalker asks looking confused and very unimpressed at the moment.

"I'm Ahsoka Tano," She says hesitantly, adding, "Master Yoda sent me. I was told to tell both of you that you must get back to the Jedi Temple immediately. There's an emergency."

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed," Knight Skywalker says slowly, pausing to gesture largely at the destroyed urban center around them, "But we're in a bit of an emergency right here."

"Yes, our communications have been a bit unreliable," And that cause the briefest flare of annoyance from Master Kenobi before it’s let go, "but we've been calling for help."

"Master Yoda hadn't heard from you so he sent me to deliver the message."

Among other plans. Tae’sie thinks about all Ahsoka told her on the journey over.

"Oh, great!" Knight Skywalker rolls his eyes, turning his back on them, negative emotions scorching the space around them, "They don't even know we're in trouble."

Ahsoka grimaces, looking back at the transport that brought them, then quickly turning around, "Maybe you can relay a signal through the cruiser that just dropped us off."

Both men look to each other thoughtfully before Knight Skywalker is striding over to the transport to talk with the pilot. Tae’sie's lips curls up lightly at Ahsoka showing off a bit of ingenuity as she shrugs back in a hopeful sort of way. And Ahsoka’s plan does work, but only long enough for her Master to explain the dire situation to Master Yoda before the Resolute has to leave orbit because of more incoming Separatist ships.

"Well I guess we’ll have to hold out a little longer." Snarks Knight Skywalker.

Master Kenobi nods along, but is more focused on Ahsoka than his former padawan, "Something still puzzles me."

"Which is?"

Master Kenobi folds his arms and begins to walk around the holotable towards Ahsoka, "Forgive me for prying Initiate Tano, but I seem to not be clear on why your presence is needed here. Tae’sie is my new padawan, as the Temple is aware. They surely could have given her the message. So why did they give it to you?"

Ahsoka’s lips twist down as she looks between Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker before looking to her. Tae’sie can’t do this for her, but she does nod at her to go along, smiling supportively.

With a huff she stands straighter and marches over to Knight Skywalker and declares, "It’s because I am also a new Padawan Learner. I have been assigned to Master Skywalker."

A near muffled ‘Oh dear’ is all Master Kenobi can say before Knight Skywalker is sparking with indignation and panic as he and Ahsoka trade words before Master Kenobi puts a stop to it, reminding them all of the droid army they still need to take care of.

As they depart for the look-out post to meet up with who she’s assumes is Knight Skywalker’s commander, Master Kenobi leads Tae’sie elsewhere.

"I hope they’ll be fine." She says glancing back once more before they disappear around a building.

"I’m sure they will be," Master Kenobi says distractedly, "It was not the introduction I was hoping for, but in the current state of affairs this is better than most." Though in the way he says it makes it sounds like something more, but Tae’sie blames that on her hearing.

Following along they move through the scattered crowd of clones moving around them as they make their way over to the cannons, seemingly the only heavy artillery present, and two clones in particular.

The one to the left had his hair in a set of curly twist with the sides shaved into a fade away and both his eyebrows pierced. The one to the right had longer lighter brown hair pulled back into a neat bun. Both were marked in golden orange, but also bore scuffs and scorch marks across them. The first clone had a series of diagonal stripes up his left thigh armor with solid orange on his shins and forearms while the other also had orange shins, but had an upside-down triangle that span the length of his chest armor along with a spiraling orange double helix around the length of his left arm down to the medic symbol on the end of his gauntlet.

"Major Pierce. Lieutenant commander Helix," Master Kenobi calls out, both forgoing their conversation to turn to them and Tae’sie sees the helix is the same on the other of the armor, "May I introduce Tae’sie Ah’Dallir. Tae’sie this is my head of ground support and my CMO."

There are bursts of confusion from both clones as they look down at her, Major Pierce at a loss for words while the Healer Helix looks on in an exasperated way all medical personnel had perfected.

"General," Major Pierce asks cautiously, "I thought she wasn’t being deployed until after the mission?"

"Well there seems to have been some changes we were all not privy to with your communication’s blackout," Tae’sie says and her training bond tingles with the odd mix of humor and frustration of ‘Oh was that all it was’, "But it is nice to meet you both."

"So you’re the new little commander we’ve heard about from Cody?" Major Pierce asks, relaxing some, "I had some questions about that."

"Yes. I —"

"Perfect," Healer Helix cuts in as he points behind him, "Step to it commander, we have things to do."

Tae’sie’s brow furrows in confusion as both Master Kenobi and the major try to hid smiles, "Best go with him. He may seem tame now, but a medic’s temper is not one to play with."

"Very funny coming from you general." He grouses.

"Whatever do you mean Helix?" Master Kenobi asks innocently and even without the training bond Tae’sie wouldn’t trust it for a minute. Seems Helix was of the same opinion as his essence radiates mild annoyance and his expression was firmly unimpressed, "Tae’sie. I will leave you in his very capable hands as I am needed elsewhere. Cody and I have to discuss some battlement placements if the next wave has octuptarras as well." Then he’s slipping away and leaving her with the two clones.

"So?"

"So," Tae’sie returns, "I like your piercings major."

"Thanks! Do you - I – Hmm," But cuts himself off sharply as Healer Helix stares at him, "Well anyway, it’s great to have you on board. But I’m needed at the cannons..." Which wasn’t the best excuse since they were all around them.

Sighing, Healer Helix shakes his head and looks skyward, "Just walk with us. You can ask some questions if she wants to answer." And turns around to start walking between two cannons.

"I don’t mind at all," Tae’sie tells the major, "I’d like to ask you some questions too. I’m trying to learn about all of this and the clones, or at least as much as I can."

From just ahead Tae’sie can hear Healer Helix mutter to himself ‘which is everyone’s name and at least one hobby’ before he speaks up

"Come on. We have a check-up to do and none of that ‘The Force will take care of me’. " He calls back from beyond the cannons.

"But it will." She defends staunchly as she walks closer.

"Eh! Eh! Eh! None of it. Check-up."

"But I haven’t been in battle yet."

"Which is good because I need a baseline." Healer Helix smirks, knowing he’s won.

"That... Would make sense. So major," Turning her attention back to the snickering major, "You have questions?"

"Yep, but first. Can you drive a juggernaut?"

She has no idea what that is and even if she did —

"I don’t have an operations license."

The major waves it off, blowing raspberry and beaming with enthusiasm, "Neither do we. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that soon."

The irate offense from in front of her and the excitement next to her, almost blinding, has Tae’sie grinning back, excited herself and happy that she was already connecting with the 212^th.

"Then I eagerly await for our first lesson major."

Helix hadn't meant to be out of the skyscraper that functioned as their medical station, but with the second wave coming on so suddenly it became all hands on deck and he had gone out to help bring in more injured after the fighting subsided. With his experience in urban environments far outweighing most of his staff he left Patch and Stitches in charge of the station to lead extraction in the field. His decision did stabilize another twenty-one extra Vode that could have passed, but that wouldn’t mean anything if shots got pass the cannons. That’s why Helix had sought out Pierce to ask if there was any worry about blasts making it near or pass the cannons, the only true defense between their camp and medical since the incident with Slick.

It just so happened that in doing so he was able to meet his new commander, Commander Ah’Dallir, which was a surprise since Cody said he and the general were going to wait to bring her in. Helix knew, medically, she would be short and stay that way, but it didn't take away from the minor shock of actually seeing it in person. If the general was great at sneaking around at his height of 1.78m Helix can’t imagine the jump-scares she’ll cause at 1.5m.

But he cared more about getting baseline readings to compare to the ones he had researched and had been given to him by the Healing Halls at the Jedi Temple. After saying goodbye to Pierce, Helix lead Commander Ah’Dallir to the eighth floor where there were still a room or two left without injured Vode resting up, the bottommost floors for the most injured. And as they pass those few rooms Helix can already see she’ll be a bad as the general with how intently her eyes linger on each room they pass. He can see the longing in her eyes to help as much as possible, even when it wasn’t possible anymore.

Going through the check-up with the commander was almost no fuss at all. She answered the questions she could and allowed him to complete a check-up, again, with no fussing. So was he going to lord this over his general’s head with hopes it would actual knock some sense into it?  Yes. And hopefully he'll be able to do it consistently if the commander turned out to be better at coming in when she got hurt.

The only concern Helix had was when he was getting a read for her resting heartrate. He wanted to do it without a scanner – it was important to be prepare for any event, and that included broken machinery – and when he asked the commander for her wrist to check, her eyes went cold. She didn’t frown at him exactly, but he got the distinct feeling she was not happy with what he was asking. Before Helix could tell her the benefits of why he was doing it this way Commander Ah’Dallir looked away to throw her mass of hair over her right shoulder and then undid the neck piece at the top of her jumpsuit.

Helix doesn’t know what to make of that contradiction. No one ever wanted anyone to be near their neck, but if she didn’t want him near her wrists he’ll accept that. He takes her pulse without any issues and marks it down, the medical program already filing it into the system and running it against the averages he was able to get on her species. As it does Helix does make a note at the bottom of her file to ask about her covered wrists later on once she more settled into life with the 212^th.

"Hello?" He hears Commander Ah’Dallir say cautiously only to hear,

"Uh? Hi. Um...Sir?"

Saving the note, Helix saves the whole document before looking over his shoulder. Stitches was half inching out from behind the privacy divider and Helix can’t help the frown that pulls to the left of his face as Stitches fidgets and keeps glancing over his shoulder.

"There’s a problem. Well not a problem-problem –," Raking his fingers through his orange dyed fringe of hair, his focus completely on whatever is outside the room, "But it’s not great for any of us – But it’s not life or death ....... I think?"

"Stitches. Spit it out."

Sighing heavily he says, "It's Captain Kix sir."

"TION TE HARAN!!!"

"Ah."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE A COMMAND’IKA!!!!" 

Helix doesn’t know where Kix is currently, but his shout was echoing impressively. He could swear he saw the crystal walls shaking.  

"I see he found out?" Helix deadpans as Stitches nods frantically.

Commander Ah’Dallir had only mentioned the 501^st’s surprise commander in passing during Pierce's questions, saying she was excited to have another padawan around, but didn't give much in the away of a description.

"WHAT DINI'LA DI'KUT SENDS AN ADIIK TO A BATTLEFIELD WITHOUT NOTFYING THEIR CABURE FIRST!! AND WHY THE KRIFFING HELLS DID THE GENERAL NOT TELL ME!!!"

"Apparently General Skywalker got a command’ika too and it was a surprise for everyone. She non-human, but humanoid and female," Stitches lists off as the screamed curses move into the filth that is Huttese insults that make Helix want to cover the commander’s ears. But with her species’ range of hearing it would be pointless, "And well you know how he gets." He shrugs helplessly.

"WELL! WHERE IS SHE?! I CAN’T DO A CHECK-UP ON EMPTY AIR, TROOPER!!!!"

"Yes. Yes, I do," Helix agrees as they listen to someone sprint away, even at the far end of the room, "Go tell him to stop foaming at the mouth."

The younger vod’s eyes practically pop out of his sockets as he slowly turns to him like Helix just sent him to his death as he raises a shaking hand to point out towards the silence before turning back, looking out sightlessly at nothing. When he doesn’t move, Helix snaps his fingers at the other to get his attention causing Stitches to jump almost half a meter in the air.

"I got the manual and checklist, just go tell Kix I'll forward it to him so he can use it until he can look up what species she is and tailor it to her."

"Stitches," And they both turn to the kind voice as the commander gives him a half smile, "Ahsoka’s a Togruta."

Stitches’ relief is visible, shoulders sagging and his eyes returning to normal now that he could answer one of Kix’s questions, "Thank you commander."

"Anything to help." She says softly, and then together, they watch the gawkiest shuffle Helix has ever seen as Stitches prolongs his fated meeting with Kix with his stunted movement.

"So another predator," Helix starts conversationally as he starts putting his instruments away, missing the incredulous look thrown his way, "That’s nice. You’ll both fit in here really well."

"TION COPAANI!!!!!"

Even Helix winces at the roar of that shout, feeling some regret at sending Stitches in to that warzone alone.

"He won’t shout at Ahsoka when she gets here, will he?" The commander asks as she slides off the cot to stand just past the privacy sheet.

"No. He'll be calm by then," She glances back with a skeptical expression that could rival Patch’s and Helix chuckles, "Kix is fiery, yes, but only when something really bad scares him or sets off his temper. He’s actually very kind and calm most of the time. I think Cody assigned him to the five oh first only because it’s his krayt dragon attitude to wrangle them."

The commander mulls over that as she looks back out before glancing back with a challenging little gleam in her eyes, "And you?"

Gathering up his kit he smirks, "Don’t be a bad patient and you won’t find out commander."

He was going to walk her back to the elevator, but is beaten to it when they walk out the room to find Cody walking towards them, his head turned slightly to the very loud muttering coming from four doors down.

"Commander. Here to pick up the patient." And Helix has to stop himself from saying commander a second time. This new development was going to be strange if they were in the same room.

"Yes. The generals needed a moment to discuss the new development." He says curtly.

And Helix could clearly hear the argument in his head between the generals now.

"Hello again Commander Cody." Commander Ah’Dallir says brightly.

It wasn't the right inflection, but it was close enough that Helix snorts while Cody rolls his eyes in amusement, the tiniest of smiles playing at his lips.

"What? What is it?" Commander Ah’Dallir asks looking between them.

"Nothing. You’ll fit in just right. Like I told you." Helix tells her and she must be using her jetii abilities because after a moment she’s genuinely smiling at him before she steps away to walk back with Cody.

"So commander, what do you want to see first?"

Helix watches as they easily compromise as they fall into step, both Cody shortening his strides and Commander Ah’Dallir moving more assured then with the grace and smoothness she was earlier. She was certainly going to change things around here and it seems she already had with the commander.

One of the first things Cody notices about Commander Ah’Dallir is the change in clothes. He had caught it when they were departing from the Temple, but hadn't given it much thought. But either way he was alright with the change. She was at least mostly cover and wore a jumpsuit, that would make it easier to adhere armor to her to because Cody did not plan on her going without armor for long. 

"I was hoping to see where the last engagement was and the ground we gained," The commander tells him as they step into the elevator, "On the Venator over I was able to read about most of the battles that happened since the Republic got to the system."

Cody smiles lightly at her, her detail-oriented work ethic already showing up, "We can start with the vantage points from the edge of the last conflict, within reason, and work our way back. I’ll show you our most fortified and most vulnerable locales and point out any look-outs, sniper nests, and foxholes we have from there."

"Sounds good." The commander says, squaring her shoulders with a determined grin.

The commander is a quick study of the layout, asking more ‘why did you?’ then suggesting ‘why not change xesh, yirt, and zerek’. It reminded him of when he first gave debriefings to the general, execpt with General Kenobi answering some of his own questions with a far off look while Tae’sie was studious listening. Not only that she was continuously kind to any Vode they come across on their rounds and back into base camp. If the 212^th weren't already enamored with getting a command’ika they certainly were now. And with how a few of the 501^st were acting he had a feeling they wouldn’t mind their surprise one either.

"Do you have any other questions?" He asks when the cannons are clearly in sight again.

"A few and I sense you do too," She says before her head tilts harshly to the right, her left ear twitching, "Did you hear something?"

"Hear what exactly?"

With a perplexed smile she shrugs before turning around towards whatever sound she heard. Cody stops as she does and watches in alarm as her eyes narrow and her open expression drops, hardening into something deadly serious between one blink and the next. The urgency of it feel like he's watching a blast door is shutting, the sharp blast of air as they seal shut against the back of his neck.

Turning to look at what she’s watching Cody searches the horizon until he sees it too. A domed haze of red coming their way.

"Commander? What is that?"

"A damn problem." He hisses as he shoves his bucket on and takes off in a sprint back to base camp with Commander Ah’Dallir running right beside him, keeping stride.

"Cody!" His comm. flips on with a sharp buzz.

"I see it Rex. Start moving battle positions back two klicks and all our supplies towards the heavy cannons. We have a hell of a battle on our hands now."

He only hopes the unknown advantage of four Jedi instead of two can help now.

Chapter Text

While Obi-Wan had wanted a distraction from Anakin’s shouting about the surprise addition of Ahsoka - and at him for some reason - he hadn’t wanted it to be the Separatists’ regrouping so soon.

Nor with a shield.

"The shield generator is somewhere in this area," Obi-Wan points out the growing shield from the once Civic District on their holomap, "They're slowly increasing the diameter and keeping it just ahead of their troops."

"Heavy cannons are gonna be useless against that." Rex grimaces as Ahsoka comes around his side to look at the map as well.

"As they get closer, I suppose we could try to draw them into the buildings," Obi-Wan suggests, taking a knee to look closer at the wrecked buildings of the city center, zooming in on them, "That might level the playing field a bit."

"Not for long though."

Turning to Tae’sie, his padawan steps forward having finished twisting her two braids into one to hamper the movement. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she points to different locations around the holomap. Places blocked by rubble. Some intentional and others from fighting.

"With most of the entrances and exits to the buildings blocked as a barrier against the droids or any crawl space available leading to open unprotected spaces it’s only a matter of time before we would get caught. Plus, you need to think about the supports of the remaining buildings." Tae’sie explains as she moves out of the way when Ahsoka steps around her, glaring at the map thoughtfully.

"Quite right. We’ll have the keep the fighting to ground level and to open spaces with better barriers and exits," Obi-Wan agrees and taps on Cody's comm. link code, "Cody, I need you to take some men and start clearing escapes for when we need to make our inventible retreat."

"Yes sir." He promptly answers over the popping static of the comm.

"If that shield's gonna be such a problem," Ahsoka starts, looking to him with a perplexed frown, "Why don't we just take it out?" She asks, genuinely curious that it wasn’t their first plan.

Though there was merit to it, if one could be devised, but there wasn’t enough time for it.

"Easier said than done." Rex answers tauntly.

And before Obi-Wan can add his thoughts to this as well it's cut off by the most halting and embarrassed tone he had heard from Anakin in a while.

"Well, I, for one," Then clearing his throat hard, Obi-Wan can’t help smirking as Anakin decides to agree to Ahsoka’s very Skywalker-like plan, "Agree with her. Someone has to get to that shield generator and destroy it. That's the key." Gaining more of his confidence even as mild mortification trickles down their mostly unremoved bond.

"Right, then. Maybe you two can tiptoe through the enemy lines and solve this particular problem together." Obi-Wan smirks as a sense of dawning realization takes hold of Anakin, the young man realizing what he's signed himself up for.

Ahsoka perks up immediately and any trace of surprise from before Anakin agreed with her was now fully self-assurance.

"Can do, Master Kenobi." She grins brightly.

"I’ll decide what we do." Anakin frowns, leaning over her.

Putting his focus back on the map and the battle soon to be at hand, Obi-Wan looks for an ideal location that they could make a stand to give this plan a chance. He finds it at the junction of the Great Promenade.

"If Rex, Tae’sie, and I can engage them here," Pointing to the south-eastern front, covered by denser buildings, "You two might have a chance to get through their lines undetected here." Then pointing to the south-western front that was mostly clear and one of the main roads into downtown.

The droids, per their programming, moved towards the nearest living organisms to engage in battle. With them amassing there they would draw their attention away from Anakin and Ahsoka, they would then have to deal with less droids overall if they encountered any.

Obi-Wan looks to everyone, and while his lineage nods in understanding, ready to make this work, Rex’s frown deepens. He always provided the more realistic element as he and Vode had and did have the most to lose. But his presence is calm and swaying with his notable truth and mantle of responsibility, like a sea breeze to Cody's sunburst of warmth.

"They won’t have much time," He argues, "The droids far outnumber us. So our ability to street fight is limited, like the commander said," The changing the map to show the worse and most likely outcome, "Without the use of heavy cannons, they will march forward under the protection of their shield until they are right on top of our cannons, then they'll blow them away."

‘And all of us as well’ is felt clearly between them. But Ahsoka energetically slams those morose feelings away, her determination swelling as she smiles at them.

"We'll figure out a way. Come on, Master, let's go." And turns to leave without Anakin.

He quickly makes up the distance only to then bend awkwardly over to reprimand his much smaller charge. It was so eerily similar to how he and Anakin once were that Obi-Wan’s lips twitch up into a fond smile at a cycle repeating itself. Only this time he hopes more lessons were remembered and followed.

"They make...," Then pausing to ruminate on the right words Rex settles on quietly, "quite a pair, don't they, sir? You think they have a chance?"

"I believe in Ahsoka," Tae’sie defends her new friend, "And Master Skywalker is one of a kind and has pulled off some daring feats so far on this mission."

"True." Rex admits and leaves it at that.

"She certainly has enthusiasm," Obi-Wan agrees as he watches them disappear over a destroyed road, "And they better. If they can't turn off that shield generator before it reaches the heavy cannons there'll be no escape for any of us." Echoing Rex's assessment.

Tae’sie and Rex’s presences furrow at that, solemn at the constant reality of this, but one that was more present recently. Rex’s was an old and worn one while Tae’sie's was slightly weathered. But both had a deep resolve that flared alongside it to do all that they could to hold out as long as possible.

"But we will not let this planet and its inhabitants fall without an attempt to hold out," He says firmly before contacting his commander again, "Cody, how goes the clearing?"

"It’s going sir. One of our easterly encampments is blocked up and we could use your help."

"Right then. We’ll be there in a moment," Obi-Wan tells him as he starts jogging to Cody’s location, Rex and Tae’sie right behind him.

With both him and Tae’sie they make quick work of rearranging their defenses of the city, fortifying the stations and foxholes along the way to the cannons before moving back to the antivehicle weapons.

Tae'sie makes it back with Rex before him and is already standing with Rex and Pierce, her well adapted eyes squinting at the shield over the horizon while the two clones used macrobinoculars. Coming up to the cleared hexagonal end of the promenade Obi-Wan nods to them as Cody comes to stand at his right, handing him a set of macrobinoculars as well so he can watch the progress.

"Thank you commander. Are we ready major?"

"Charged and ready general." Pierce says, everyone marginally hopeful they could break through the shield.

Turning and nodding to Cody, the commander nods back and shouts,

"All cannons aim! Fire!"

...

...

...

It ... It’s dark... I don’t remember it being dark. It was mid-day... Wasn’t it? ... Why does everything hurt?

Buzzing. In his ears, it was nothing but buzzing and it was steadily growing into a deafening roar.

Beside the increasing noise there was a burning piercing agony that crashed into his mind like wild waves. Once one crested and crash another took its place, relentless in it onslaught.

But the pain is nothing compared to the worry. It smothers Obi-Wan. Smothers the pain as well, even if the fear around it was almost as painful.

He could hear – sense maybe – that the disquieted feeling wanted him to open his eyes, but it was difficult. His eyelids, his whole body in fact, were so heavy and everything was so loud and painful.

Yet this worry is comforting and familiar and Obi-Wan wants to do anything he could for that feeling, this unique presence. He doesn’t know why, but he also does somehow. It all feels so convoluted, but he wants to understand why, so he opens his eyes.

Orange.

He sees orange and white and – And it’s too much. But he’s urged to open his eyes again. He tries, but he can’t. The throbbing insistent ache was a thick sluggish weight on him, dragging Obi-Wan down, dragging him under...

Worn... Soft... Warm...

Something warm was touching his face. Gentle, but urgent.

A caress.

A caress that let him vividly experience the concern from before, blocking out all the hurt in one fail swoop. Obi-Wan could almost think clearly now and knew he needed to calm the anxiety and fear around him.

Blurring into focus as Obi-Wan squints up at the face eclipsing the light overhead, he finds they produce their own radiance.

And it was a face Obi-Wan knew.

One that was usually stoic with a hint of a dry smile, but now was marred by deep lines of worry across that handsome visage as his mouth moved frantically, eyes burning with despair. He still couldn’t see well enough to make out the words the man was mouthing, though they were very nice lips to look at.

But Obi-Wan was nothing if not a man of priorities, so he tries to listen pass the white noise filling up every part of his mind to hear what caused such concern.

" — eral! Gen— ! Obi-Wan! Can you hear me? Obi-Wan! Answer me please!"

"... Cody?" He rasps, the name being pulled to the front of his mind.

"Yes general," The worried lines somewhat clearing as Cody breathes out sigh of relief, "Are you okay?"

Am I? I don’t feel anything wrong. Not really, just my head. Why does my —

"Tae'sie!" He gasps. It was the only explanation.

Obi-Wan tries to move, but is taken over by a swell of nausea. Yet he can’t let something as minor as that stop him.

"General wait! Please," Cody pleads, and the sorrowful desperation halts any of his weak attempts, "No sudden movements."

In that moment things clear considerably. His head and temples were still ringing painful, but the nausea had subsided and he could feel most of himself again. With his mind clear of the fog it was under, Obi-Wan turns to his left and finds Tae’sie as she should be. But curled up with Pierce and Rex kneeling by her side, hands comfortingly on her back as she clutches the sides of a tac headset doing its best to muffle the sound of the cannons.

Obi-Wan was used to using the Force to create a bubble around him to quiet the sounds of close cannon fire, but hadn’t thought to warn Tae’sie of it. Tae’sie, who had sensitive ears that were more for detecting movement in echoing caverns. And in not warning her, Obi-Wan had put her in harm's way, which she was unknowingly transferring that pain down their new bond.

"Are they having any effect?" Cody shouts to Pierce during the small breaks between cannon fire, but all Obi-Wan can focus on are the whimpers of agony he can hear from her.

"None! And they’re at full power!"

"Cease fire," Cody orders tersely and Pierce is up and off to stop the cannons, "Rex. Tell the men to form up into their squads and start taking up positions."

Without the cannon fire a part of the agony stops enough for Obi-Wan to reinforce his shields and stay steady enough to roll to his knees. Cody holds his arm for support as he reaches out to rest a comforting hand on Tae’sie's back, knowing any other mental reach would pain her more.

"On it Cody. You heard the commander! Move it!"

"General, I have to — "

"Go Cody," He tells him sincerely, glancing back to his commander, "We’ll be fine." He says with a remorsefully smile.

Cody wavers only slightly before he’s locking up like a Venator, stern and stalwart. Nodding, he pulls his helmet back on and jogs off into the fray of clones rushing for their positions and leaving them alone, the men moving around them.

"Tae’sie. I — "

Frigid fear shoots over the still tender bond, stunning Obi-Wan at the whiplash of sensations. Blinking away the ache it caused behind his eyes Obi-Wan finds Tae’sie looking at him, but not fully, eyes glazed and wet with tears. Looking down he notices how she guards her covered wrists, one of which Obi-Wan had reached out for. He wonders briefly why it caused her to lash out, but as she takes another shuttering breathe her current discomfort overrides everything else.

"I’m so sorry Tae’sie," He whispers gently, moving slowly to place his outstretched hand on her shoulder, "I forgot to tell you about the cannons. I didn’t even think to ask if you knew how to bubble yourself."

Tae’sie’s terrified expression falls into blankness and she goes to say something only for them both to startle when Patch drops to a knee beside them.

That doesn’t bode well for our usefulness as of now. Obi-Wan thinks wryly.

He gently pulls the headset off, though Tae’sie is still wary, holding tightly onto tit, but she sits back on her knees and she let’s Patch inspect her ears with the scanner. Thankfully they weren’t bleeding, but Patch is muttering about short-term tinnitus and injects her with a hypospray to calm the nausea and help with the pain in her ears. Patch quickly scans him and give Obi-Wan the all clear as well as they help Tae’sie up, still disoriented from the assault on her senses. As he steps back Patch taps his vambrace twice for strength, mumbling in Mando'a ‘this better not be a sign’ as he turns away to hurry back to medical.

Obi-Wan can’t deny that he also sends a push to the Force that this wouldn’t be the case either. It had only been little over an hour on Tae’sie's first time out and already she had been hurt because he hadn’t thought about the recuperations of the cannons on her ears.

But before the disgust of his own failings can take up root near the other gnarled longstanding emotions he could not shake, a softness and peace runs over the jagged roots and their sensitive connection bringing him back to the present. And Obi-Wan finds clear, though red rimmed eyes filled with sympathy gazing back at him.

"I didn't think it would be a problem either," She says quietly with a drawn smile, voice hoarse, "Don’t blame yourself Master Kenobi. Please."

Obi-Wan is struck by how even at her current worse she was trying to ease his pain, soothe his conscience. It was admirable and a kindness that Obi-Wan always strived for, but to have it shown to him like this was jarring as it was reassuring. He felt it so acutely now that Tae’sie wanted to make sure everyone around her, ever affected by her, was safe and well.

"General, we’re in position," Turning to face Cody, Obi-Wan is met with his commander’s sense of self twisting up in knots. His wariness of letting him – letting them – go hidden behind his firm façade, before asking curtly, "Did you get the all clear from Patch?"

"Yes. We both did. And I need to get to the front," He tells him, knowing that Cody was worried about him throwing himself back into the fight, but he wouldn’t lead his men from the safety of the rear guard, "Where’s Captain Rex?"

"He’s eastward," Tae’sie says, eyes focused in that direction, "But a klik or two over to the south."

Shock blooms from Cody as it does from Obi-Wan for a second before remembering that Tae’sie was quite adept at this type of tracking. And with Rex, and likely Cody too, being who they were it wouldn’t be a surprise that she was able to find them so easily.

"Then there’s no time to waste." Obi-Wan says and jumps off in that direction, Tae’sie following closely behind.

Rex moves quietly back to their position, crouching so not to be seen by the octuptarras further back, signing 'all good' for the other units he had just finished checking in with. Pulling his other blaster from his holster, the captain kneels between them allowing Obi-Wan to keenly sense the unease crawling off Rex. It hadn't decreased since they first showed up, Rex expressing his surprise that they weren't back near the cannons to recover.

"We’re inside the shield," Obi-Wan whispers as the skyline and themselves become bathed in sickly red, "Just stay away from those tanks." He warns as he ignites his lightsaber with a sharp snap and he looks to Rex, and more so Tae’sie, as he asks, "Ready?" 

Softly pushing her own feeling of wellness to tell him saying 'she’s fine' and accepting of his concern, Tae’sie raises herself off the ground, form taunt to attack and eyes fiercely locked on the droids over the railing.

"As I’ll ever be."

With that Obi-Wan pulls himself into the Force, wrapping it around him to assists with his jump so he would land in the midst of a small squad of droids as they shout and start shooting, the battle blazing into full gear.

Spinning around as he deflected shots he sees Tae’sie land amidst B-2’s, dispersing them soundly with throwing them back into the B-1’s giving the clones stationed on the edges of the promenade time to pick off the front droids before more can take their place. 

They won’t hold this ground for long so they must make the most of it and give Anakin and Ahsoka every second they could.

"Cover me!" Tae’sie shouts over the repeating blaster fire, maybe louder than she meant, but her ears were still ringing. Everything was still ringing.

Ringing from the growing cacophony of the battlefield, the air swelling with fear and anticipation. Her shields ringing at the eerie absence of the droids while being able to see them in comparison to the inherent thereness of the clones. 

And seeing the incoming tanks and her master nowhere in sight as the beacons of the troopers flicker out, Tae’sie knew she had to do something drastic if only to stall the line of never-ending droids and save more of her men. To do so she was going to need some time.

"We’ve got you commander!" One of the 501^st yells and she sprints to the giant sheared off crystal nearby.

Resting her hands on it she closes her eyes, searching for the cleavage of the mineral to shatter it. There were at least six now, but she only needed three. Snapping it along the points of weakness, Tae’sie raises her new projectiles into the air, turning them to the front. Honing in on the largest gaps in the Force, she sends the crystals hurtling into the three front tanks, the resulting cascading explosions throwing tons of droids out of formation in flames.

"Nice shot commander!" A clone shouts to her just as one of the surviving B-2’s gets up to take a shot. Mentally curling a hand around the Force that existed in that particularly trooper, Tae’sie pulls back and yanks the trooper out of the way of fire. Shaking himself he's back up and firing, "Thanks commander!"

Nodding to him she launches herself over the barricade and makes herself a target as she goes after that B-2's and starts throwing the flaming remains into the marching forms of the next round of droids.

The swirling mess of despair and rage abates as an inkling of trust spills in, blaster shots flying pass her, sailing perfectly around the arches of her lightsaber.

It works for a time, jumping around and deflecting then throwing burning shrapnel, but after four too close shots Tae’sie falls back behind the safety of the barrier, dispatching the ones that made it through.

Back-flipping off the droid she just destroyed she lands near Rex as he asks a nearby trooper,

"Where’s the general?"

"I don’t know sir."

"Commander!" Turning to her and his tenseness at their situation is all but shoved at her, "Do you know where General Kenobi is?"

It only takes a moment to find him and Tae’sie senses that he doesn’t like how removed from the rest of the front lines he is or how the droids seem to be moving in and around them to box them in.

"Pushed back through the western exit to a higher level – Ugh!" A blast too close causes the ringing to ramp up again as a snap of lights goes out, a swell of nausea accompanying it, "He’s almost surround."

"Osik!" Rex curses in the language she heard from the medics as he fires at incoming droids, hitting them dead on each time. 

"The next row’s coming. Can we handle it?" She asks, but anger curls and drips from Rex giving Tae’sie her answer before he does.

"No sir. We’re too exposed and half of our unit is down."

Another shell explodes too close as if to punctate Rex’s report and sends a flash of dull pain through Tae’sie's skull from it all, shaking her to her core. But it would not stop her!

Shaking her head, she spins around to face the oncoming droids, reaching out into the Force to steady herself and starts moving forward. She had a duty to protect and she would fulfill it.

"Then start a retreat captain! I’ll cover you!"

Obi-Wan could tell it was no mere accident he was being pushed away from his padawan and men. Or that he was being corralled to a location higher up where below would also be filled with droids.

But that does not concern him as he tosses the droids in front of him off the side of the low roof before turning in the direction of beacons of light that were his troops and sensing intense fear. Looking through the smoke towards it he finds his next target and launches himself off the railing, dropping down and cutting the arms off the B-2, freeing the trooper. Not long after more of his men pour in, and in turning towards them comes almost face-to-face with another B-2 only for it to fall in a hail of blaster fire.

"They're right behind us, sir!" Rex calls out as they take cover behind one of their command post, "They wiped out half of my unit before the commander called for a retreat." 

Head snapping to Rex, "Where is she now?" Obi-Wan stresses.

"Protecting our retreat." Rex answers morosely, conflicting emotions swirling around him even as he remained calm and in controlled.

Obi-Wan faintly, but swiftly, looks for her through the bond. He finds it humming with life, but also dull and raw with pain. But their concerns are for naught as Tae’sie comes sailing over an arch, dropping into a roll and bouncing back up to deflecting three shots before she crouching in front of them.

"They’re incoming. Fast." Clearly stricken by the speed the droids can employ.

And if they had been pushed back this far it wasn't long until this battle would be at its end, "The shield has almost reached the heavy cannons." Obi-Wan says to himself, already thinking of what would be best for Tae’sie and his men.

"We're not gonna be able to stop them, sir." 

No, but we can save more if we fall back and their focus is momentarily on someone else.

"Move your troops back to the heavy cannons Rex. Do everything you can to protect them. I'll delay the droids." And hopefully delay long enough for Anakin and Ahsoka.

"But you’re — "

"That is an order, Captain!" Before surging up to stab another B-2 and flipping it over the command post.

Obi-Wan pivots neatly to deflect another blast to protect Rex and the others' retreat, but finds Tae'sie already doing so.

"Tae’sie — "

"I’m not leaving until I have to," She says coolly as she slices through three more droids, "Don't make me." Briefly looking to him, her pupils narrowed to slit conveying a steady determination that Obi-Wan knew he couldn't convince otherwise.

Spinning his saber to deflected incoming blasts he makes sure to hold her gaze as he tells her sternly, "When I tell you to fall back you do so without question."

"I will. But until then..." And she’s off, slicing through more B-1's with surgical abandon. 

Cody didn’t like what he was hearing over the comms and he liked it less that no one seemed to have eyes on the general or commander.

He knew he couldn’t stop them from throwing themselves out onto the front and he wouldn’t have stopped them, because this was war and they were a tactical advantage in battle and for the safety of his Vode. But Cody couldn’t help agonizing over them after the attack they both suffered from.

He should have been ready for that. They were prepared for this and they still weren't ready for her!

Cody can't fully describe what happened during that heart stuttering moment, his breath sticking in his throat when the first blast went off and hearing a chocked off cry from Kenobi and a shout of anguish from Tae’sie. He watched them both go down, Kenobi crumbling back like a muddy bank and Cody didn't even think as he dropped to his knees to catch his general, cradling him close as he looked for a wound. His relief was only mild when Kenobi groaned in pain and Cody couldn't find a blaster wound.

Tae’sie, in turn, dropped harshly to her knees, screaming shrilly. She could be heard between the brief reprieve of cannon fire as she held her ears, tears falling freely as her face twisted up in agony.

He had no idea why or how this was happening, but something itched insistently at the back of his mind that it was a Force thing. And whatever it was unlocks a memory of Kenobi telling him as such months ago, that Jedi formed bonds to train.

But there was no time to be excited about figuring out the problem as the pain Tae’sie was experiencing so great it was effecting Kenobi, his breathing slowing, and Cody couldn't do anything. Nothing but hold this incredible man close and call out to him, hoping for some miracle because he couldn't think of anything else he could do. Thankfully something in his desperate pleads reached the general as he tired to crack open his eyes, but they struggled to hold focus. The second time was no better as Cody came face to face with daze bleary eyes, dull of all their usually liveliness and mirth.

Cutting the cannon fire had both Kenobi and Tae’sie coming around, General Kenobi more so, and after Patch left they were jumping up and off to the front without any concern for their health. They seemed fine, but it wasn’t sitting right with Cody that he was letting his jetiise go rushing to the front to lead the charge after such an intense injury so soon.

He wished that he knew where they were.

He wish he knew where Rex was too, but his comm had cut out mid-retreat. Cody had a vague feeling that his vod'ika was alive, but until he was standing right in front of him Cody tired to ignore such a foolish feeling. He wasn't some Jedi.

"What’s that!"

Craning his head up Cody finds the object Captain Cay had pointed out, falling from the sky and at a much slower pace than he expected. But immediately everyone's eyes and blasters are on the small incoming object.

"It’s the commander!" Pierce shouts as he runs up to stand by his second.

"Hold your fire!" Cody roars as he runs up to where the commander was likely to land.

If he wasn’t more concern about the battle he would be freaking out about the fact that he just witnessed Commander Ah’Dallir leap higher and farther than any Jedi he had ever seen and would be planning for the jetii osik she could get up to with that ability.

She slows her descend more, but still lands at a speed that has him wincing, but the commander just rolls and pops up like it was nothing, running up to meet with him.

"Commander Ah’Dallir, are you alright?" He asks in a rush as he looks her over for injuries. Luckily though she seems to only have a fine dusting of soot on her, no injuries of any kind. 

"I'm fine Commander Cody." She sneers, focus turned towards the battle.

The viciousness of the answers gives Cody pause to look where she was and he doesn't see a burst of beige or feel the warming sense of the general's presence. It's an active measure to stifle a chill of dread, "Where is General Kenobi?"

"He said he’d stall." She hisses, looking back with an angry furrow across her brow and something snapping in the air in short bursts.

"Did he?" He can't help muttering to himself, trying to keep a lid on his fearful thoughts from running rampant.

"You don’t seem too thrilled either." She notes.

"Don’t worry commander I’m sure the general will be fine," Cay interjects, "Him and General Skywalker do stuff like this all the time." 

With a strained frown Commander Ah’Dallir looks to the captain, "That's doesn't really inspire confidence or relief."

"It’s an emotion you get used to." Cody says, trying to keep the situation mellow for now as he works out what flanking maneuvers would work best if the general's plan falls through and they need to retreat entirely.

Squaring her shoulders, as if coming to a similar understanding, and with the lighter feeling around him Cody can guess it has when Commander Ah’Dallir turns back to him.

"Well the best I can do now is help keep the line," She says, resolve fortified behind every word, "Where do you need me?"

"Front lines with Captain Rex." He answers immediately, even if he didn't know exactly where the other was.

That doesn't deter his commander though, as she closes her eyes to focus and turns to be angled in a southerly direction. Whispering 'found him' she takes off with a whoosh of air that was more of a breeze then the explosives Force jumps he had felt when near other Jedi. When he focuses his macrobinoculars on her, she already descending towards what must be the front lines and they weren't that far away any more.

"Woah." Someone whistles and Cody has to agree.

That’s something I'm going to have to deal with later.

Rex never lost his cool.

He couldn't afford it in war, with the 501^st counting on him, or keeping up with Skywalker. But times like this he felt his temper flare to incredible heights at how quickly things went to shit. 

With only ten kliks between them and totally failure and no end in sight with all their Jedi missing – and without cover fire! – Rex can't remember a worst situation and he had been at the first battle of Geonosis!

A prickly sense at the back of his neck that he got when Skywalker walked up behind him has him ducking for cover behind the barrier and turning around. And just in enough time to see Commander Ah’Dallir land from somewhere behind them, scaring the few Vode closest to her as they cursed and jumped back at her dramatic arrival.

"Commander! Where’s the general?" He bellows over the roar of the battle as he stretches his arm back towards the clankers and takes two shoots, knowing he needed to. He doesn't need to check to know he hit what he shot at.

"Stalling!" She shouts back as she rushes over to crouch near him.

"Sirs," Turning to the trooper Rex already has a bad feeling about what he'll say next, "General Kenobi’s been captured."

"Any word from Ahsoka or Master Skywalker?" Commander Ah’Dallir asks, her shoulders going tense and her jetii osik making the air chillier around her in the heat of battle.

"None sir." The trooper answers mournfully, ducking his head, and that seals it for Rex's temper, it bursting at the defeated tilt of his vod's head.

Commander Ah’Dallir flinches away as she turns back to him in shock. Rex's training dictates he apologizes for let his emotions mess with the commander, but he can't be bothered right now. Not when he was so angry, angry with how they got pushed into this corner, angry with how it was draining the life of his aliit before they lost, even though they wouldn't.

And Rex knew that they wouldn't, not if they didn't give up. 

"That could mean anything. Don’t give up!" He shouts over the ear piercing shriek of a tank blast going wide, glaring at the two through his visor before turning to the Vode close enough to hear, "We’ve got to hold out. We can’t let that shield reach the cannons. Injured Vode are counting on us. The generals are counting on us. Keep fighting! Vode An!!!"

A roaring cheer takes up, falling away at a distance, but Rex can feel the rallying cry in his bones, like the heavy drumming of their song.

"Captain!" Commander Ah’Dallir shouts before turning her attention away to shove an incoming missile back the way it came. It doesn't make it back, but it does impact on the first line of incoming droids, devastating the line, "We need a better barrier, but against them."

It take Rex a ridiculous amount of time – seconds they don't have – for him to understand her meaning, but when he does he grins viciously at her. Commander Ah’Dallir returns it with a prideful one of her own that tells him she knows.

"Just what I was thinking sir. We got your back." Then clicking on his comm. to the all persons-channel says, "Jedi incoming! Watch her twelve."

Deflecting one more missile with a shove of the Force, the commander takes off across the top of the debris barricade in a blur. Staying out of the men's way she rips large pieces off it, slamming them down into the road in the way of the smaller droids, rerouting them into clone blaster fire and letting other pieces sail straight into the tanks and octuptarras.

It wouldn't confuse the droids for longer than a half an hour at most, but with how many they were funneling into a scrap heap via their blasters and the piles of wreckage doing their own work of stopping the smaller droids it gave them extra time they didn't have before. Despite not wanting to be optimistic about this, like a Jedi would, Rex can just sense something turning because of it and he's certain he can say he has a feeling this was going to go in their favor in the end.

The Seppies had made it closer to the cannons much faster than Cody had predicted, only three kliks away now, and all the units he had placed as a last guard to the heavy cannons and to medical rush forward with him to assist their Vode at the shrinking front lines. Cody could see that while most of the B-1 and B-2's were scrap, it was the tanks and octuptarras that were still moving, easily mowing down what looked like a haphazard maze of rubble.

Leading his mean to the front, Cody himself moves further to the inside, finding Rex soon enough with Commander Ah’Dallir out in front protecting him and a small group of brothers. No matter what or where he and Rex could always find each other to fight side by side, but he doesn't get through more than half a clip before Commander Ah’Dallir looks up to the red sky and says,

"They did it!"

And sure enough the red ripples out into the pastel blues and purples of the Christophian cloud covered sky. Wasting no time at all Rex shouts for him, "All cannons! Fire on those tanks!" as Cody reaches out for Commander Ah’Dallir's elbow, pulling her back to him as his left hand goes to his belt.

The commander tense up violently, rigid as stone, dropping her lightsaber to cover her ears, but Cody beats her to it. Still, her hands slam into his. She holds them there, but as seconds go by and each passing one pain free Cody can tell Commander Ah’Dallir is relaxing.

It makes it easy for Cody to slip his hands out from under hers, bending down to pick up her lightsaber to hold it out to his commander. Her hands were still on her ears when  Commander Ah’Dallir turns ever slowly to him with the cannons sounding overhead, but none of them cause her to flinch or falter.

And then she let's her hands fall.

She tenses up, ready for the sound, but it comes and goes and immediately Commander Ah’Dallir’s eyes are wide with awe and Cody feels the light breeze he felt before when he first meet her, peppered with little burst of sunrays now as she takes back her lightsaber.

The cannons clear out the remaining droids to the cheer of thousands left before shadows from above start to take over, and looking up Cody sees the outlines of Acclamator assault ships.

"Ha! Reinforcements. And after all the fun is over," Rex scoffs lightly as he starts walking off in the direction of some landing LAAT/i, "Well I don't know about you, but I think we have some generals to retrieve." His vod'ika sighs as he waves one down.

Cody agrees with an exhaustive grunt as he pulls his bucket off and clips it to his belt, making to follow. But he's stopped by a hand to his right elbow. Looking over and down to Commander Ah’Dallir, he sees her putting away the hastily printed earplugs made by Patch into her belt pouch as she says softly, 

"Thank you Cody."

And looking up her smile is soft as it was grateful, and Commander Ah’Dallir could almost create that same warmth that the general did when he was thankful for something that Cody did, all that was in the line of his duty to the Jedi and the Republic.

"Don’t worry commander, we’ll get you something more permeant." Cody assures her, because something like this was never going to happen again.

"Cody," Rex calls out to him, waving his hand over, urging them on, "I got the coordinates for General Skywalker. General Yoda is picking up General Kenobi," Rex tells them as they step inside and he takes off his own helmet, "And good job out there, commander." 

Commander Ah’Dallir smiles that soft smile again and goes to speak only for the static-pop of Cody's comm. turning on without his permission silences them all. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling of the LAAT/i with a slight smile he signs to the trooper next to him to hold the ship.  

"Cody is Commander Ah’Dallir or General Kenobi with you?" Helix's harried voice comes over the comm. before he turns his attention to the reinforcements that had just arrived, talking to them for a few moments in hushed tones before focusing back on them, "Cody I need an answer."

"The commander is here with me." He answers, Commander Ah’Dallir's smile curling into a tiny pout as she halfheartedly glares at him, while Rex does nothing to stifle his chuckles at the commander getting caught in Helix's far reaching grasp.

"Good. Send her over. I heard what happened."

"I’m okay Healer Helix. I —"

"Is there still ringing? Nausea? Are you suffering from a mild to severe headache?" Helix asks in a sharp clip before he's talking to someone else again, the sound of a stylus scratching against datapad screens just louder than him. 

Meanwhile Cody has to bite the inside of his cheek as Commander Ah’Dallir's mouth opens and closes in disbelief at the medic calling her bluff. Eventually her lips twist down as her eyebrows knit together.

"It's mild." She mumbles.

"That’s what I thought. I expect you here soon," Helix says matter-of-factly, "And Cody, get me the general too." The he disconnects without another word.

Breathing out a heavy sigh through her nose, Commander Ah’Dallir sags and looks up to him with tooka eyes that would kill a lesser vod and asks, "Must I?"

Cody chuckles, pushing down the need to ruffle her hair at that look and says, "You must."

With that signature medbay pout that every Jedi had a version of she steps off the LAAT/i with Cody right behind her.

"Sorry commander," And Rex at least looks sympathetic to Commander Ah’Dallir's plight, "Maybe you'll wiggle pass next time." He says with a shrug and not meaning any of it. It was a wish of many clone commanders and medics that the Jedi would just go to the medbay without being near threatened to.

"You don't mean that at all." Commander Ah’Dallir fires back with a slight grin.

Head falling back and laughing out loud, Rex smirks at her, "Not at all. One of these days all you Jedi will just go without prompting."

"Apparently that is not today." Commander Ah’Dallir jokes back and Cody shakes his head as he motions for the gunship to take off.

"Apparently not," Cody agrees before resting a hand on the commander's shoulder and steering her in the directions of medical, "Now let’s get you back to Helix before I get in trouble too."

Amusement drowns Cody in that moment and glancing down the commander is looking up with a mischievous little smirk and he can't help returning too. But Cody's allowed to because he is happy. He lived to see another day with Rex and his Vode, and his jetiise are okay as well. Any day like that was a good day. 

"Hmm... Missing someone you are." Master Yoda says as the gunship takes off.

The troopers quickly rearrange themselves to block the open doors, for fear – Obi-Wan assumes – of Master Yoda falling out. Master Yoda was a great many things, old being one of them, but even at his age it was not a fear of him losing his balance, but the concern for his safety was sweet.

"Yes. We got cornered in a small alcove and I pushed Tae’sie to go with Captain Rex for safety. He said she was perfectly alright."

And as if he could feel himself being talked about through the Force, Rex checks in as does Cody to tell him that Tae’sie was going back to medical. Obi-Wan had a feeling this would happen and fully endorsed her going back to make sure nothing was truly long-lasting from one simple mistake.

"Trooper, tell the pilot to land behind the cannons."

"Yes, General Kenobi."

A tug laced with curiosity pulls Obi-Wan away from his brief musings to see Master Yoda's expression looking quite dour.

"It's nothing to worry about Master Yoda," Though that didn't convince the elder master, "She had a minor injury due to the cannons sounding off, but knowing Helix he has a remedy ready. I'm impressed with how quickly he intercepted her after the battle though. He's getting better at that." And something Obi-Wan was going to need to watch out for. 

He understood their worry, he did, but he was never that bad off after battles and he didn't want his men to think his life was above theirs. But in trying to set that example, as many Jedi had, had turned into disgruntled or pleading medics trying to get them to the medbay immediately after any encounter with the Separatists.

Likely catching the impressions of his thoughts Master Yoda chuckles, "Cautious and caring the clones always are, are they not."

"Yes they are." Obi-Wan agrees readily, smiling to the team inside the gunship.

The amusement that filled the ship from before at his lamenting of his medic turns into embarrassment with a small bit of pride mixed in at being acknowledged as such. Soon enough they're landing just pass the cannons at the same time that Tae’sie ends up exiting the skyscraper. 

"Master Kenobi!" She shouts running up to him, "I could tell you were okay and that you were close, but I didn't know you were this close." Beaming, she gently reaches out to take hold of his forearms, giving him plenty of time to step away, and holds them out to check him for any injuries. And finding none steps back, smiling even wider.

"Yes I'm quite alright. How are you?"

"Better than Healer Helix thought I'd be so he's in a good mood," The adding slyly, "And apparently he would be in an even better one if he saw you soon."

Which was very likely, but Obi-Wan was barely suffering from a minor ache at the base of his skull and it had been dissipating. There was no need to get mixed up in the changing of medical officers or the moving of 212^th and 501^st troopers out of the medical center and to their ships or onto transports to medical stations. That deserved more attention. Though never in his whole life did Obi-Wan think he would meet someone more intimidating than Master Vokara, and yet, Helix was giving her a run for her credits.

But Master Yoda soon derails those thoughts as he was more interested in how Tae’sie and Ahsoka were settling in. By the time Obi-Wan is finish filling in his great grandmaster on the happens of dropping not one, but two, padawans on an active battlefield – to which he is somewhat shamed, it was impossible to do much more in his old age – Anakin and Ahsoka join them, looking nothing worse for wear. 

Then Master Yoda questions Anakin about Ahsoka's placement and Obi-Wan lets a small smile slip by as his former student defends her, his presence in the Force light and hopeful as he speaks about the young Togruta's potential.

The pride was short-lived though as the Jedi’s ethics about associating with crime lords is tested with Master Yoda informing them about their mission to rescue Jabba’s son, an innocent in all of this though, in exchange for use of his hyperspace lanes. It's more painful that they are the only ones available to do so putting Anakin in a difficult position. Obi-Wan has every confidence that his former padawan can overcome this, but it didn't dissuade the deep-sated hate that Anakin still held for his homeworld.

"Come on Master, that doesn’t sound that hard. I’ll find Rex and get the troops organized." Ahsoka says brightly waving goodbye to Tae’sie as she goes.

"Don't worry, Anakin. Just teach her everything I taught you and she'll turn out fine." At least trying to take his mind of his mission for a more long-term one.

"You know, something makes me think this was your idea from the start." Anakin accuses him, but with no ill-will towards him, no that was still towards Tatoonie.

"I hope Anakin is ready for this responsibility." Sighing, but Obi-Wan's not sure which responsibility he's referring to in that moment.

"Ready, he is, to teach an apprentice," Master Yoda decides the greater topic at hand, "To let go of his pupil, a greater challenge it will be. Master this, Skywalker must."

Nodding accordingly as he watches the gunship take off he turns back to his own responsible and says to Tae’sie, "If I've got to make a deal with Jabba the Hutt we best be on our way."

Leaving Master Yoda behind they don't get far before Tae’sie curiously tugs at their bond and asks, "Did you plan this? You knew Ahsoka - Or about her. I could tell when she introduced herself."

"Yes, I knew of her. And she was part of a plan, but not directly or like this."

Distaste prickles at their bond as her lips twist down, and with how well connected the two seemed to be it was no surprise. Stopping, Obi-Wan reaches out to placate her,

"Tae’sie I promise it was not malicious in anyway. I had plan to make mention of Ahsoka the next time we were planet-side. Master Plo spoke of her skills, and her personality just happened to well aligned with Anakin’s. I believed they would be a good match and do so now."

The distaste cease, but is quickly filled with skepticism, "I still don’t get how this happened then if you didn’t say anything?"

"Master Yoda decided to be involved." Is all Obi-Wan could say on that matter. The Grandmaster had his way of hearing everything in the Temple.

Tae’sie mulls over this reveal, humming to herself, and little by little her presence lightens then levels into something of concern.

"Well either way I’m happy she’s here... Master, will Master Skywalker be okay?"

Even if she was not so attuned with the Living Force – likely experiencing the lava hot simmer of contempt Anakin carried for the desert world much more potently – the tone Anakin used gave away his revulsion about dealing with the Hutts to anyone within hearing distance.

"It will be a trial, but one I’m certain Anakin can overcome it." He’ll have to need learn to understand to let go and this will be another lesson in that.

"Okay," Tae’sie says lowly, letting it go, and starts walking to the hanger again, "Should I talk to Lieutenant Wave or Lieutenant Deck to get a ship ready for us?" 

"You’re quite the quick study." He lightly praises Tae’sie's attention to detail as he follows.

"You and Commander Cody seem like ones to favor high efficiency."

"You are not wrong, but we will not expect you to be so knowledgeable so soon. You are all new to this."

"I don’t mind it. I like being informed. But now I believe we need to get a ship ready for our mission and for you’re getaway plans." That brings Obi-Wan up short, not so much stumbling as it was stopping abruptly.

"I don’t believe we need to refer to it as such." Coughing into his hand and adverting his gaze.

Tae’sie giggles at him, much to his dismay, and Obi-Wan can barely get a word out before Tae’sie's leaping off in that direction, moving like a kybuck over the damaged urban landscape. Huffing at the display Obi-Wan indulges just a bit and follows after in shorter jumps. 

Directing the supplies off another ship outside the hanger, Cody gets the idea to turn around and happens to see his commander and general land on the scene.

"Hello again Cody!" Commander Ah’Dallir calls out with a wave, rushing inside.

Raising a hand in a parody of a wave Cody finds his focus stuck on General Kenobi.

He moved easily, not hiding any limps or injuries, but Cody can't deny he finds his focus almost solely on his general's face.

Vibrant auburn red hair carefully windswept across his forehead, making a more endearing picture as the general cards his hand through his hair to fix it, removing the fine barrier that momentarily hid his stormy blue eyes that were bursting with life. Lips quirking up into a gentle genuine smile makes the general just inhabit that untouchable etherealness that the trainers and Kaminoians always spoke of when referring to the Jedi.

"Cody." He greets him, tone light and full of fondness as he strolls the rest of the way up to him.

"General," He says equally soft, "How are you sir. Really?"

"A few aches, but nothing to worry about. I’m more concern about Tae’sie." His eyes cutting away to where she had disappeared into the hanger, likely talking to Deck.

"Don’t be" His voice hard, his guilt morphing into anger at that critical mistake, "We took care of that, but we’ll work on something more permanent." But its drained away as the general lays a hand on his arm, thoughtful and gracious.

"I’m sure she will be grateful for it. Both of us."

"I didn’t know that could happen," Cody sighs in a huff, the anger sliding into tiredness, "It didn’t with General Skywalker."

And his mind plays back to the awful state that Alpha and General Kenobi were in when they returned from Rattatak. At the same time they were being tortured Skywalker had lead the 212^th on Jabiim and had handled it well enough as he could, nothing like what happened today.

"It usually doesn’t," The general confesses with a weary sigh, "But her empathy is much stronger than I was counting on and this bond is much newer than the one I have with Anakin."

Cody doesn't want to ask, but other things – other lives – are more at stake then propriety, "Will this be a problem?"

"Not at all," He answers with an easy smile, arms falling into their usual position, folded against his chest, "We’ll fix it on our end and you will provide her with something to handle the high decibels until she can employ the Force enough to muffle the sounds."

"If you say so general."

"I do. Don’t worry about this so much Cody. I have it under control."

"So you can worry about more pressing matters?"

"Always. Though the most pressing one now is thanking you."

Startling, only his eyes widening, and he's glad for the fact he put his bucket back on so no one can at least see his confusion.

"Sir?"

"For catching me," The general says with a light smile before he looks away shyly, right hand coming to rest against his chin, "Not very glamorous of me swooning into your arms. But I have you to thank for one less bruise, noticeable on my skull. So thank you Cody." He says genuinely. 

"Just doing my job sir," And a flash of fear bubbles up as Cody remembers the limp dead weight that rested in his arms, face twisted in discomfort. But successfully pushes it back as he takes in the general fully, reminding himself he was alive, "But I am glad you’re okay."  

And he doesn't know how he said it, but it sounds different to his ears. Softer, sweeter perhaps? Whatever it was the general must feel what Cody can't as he gazes at him with a gentle glimmer in his eyes, the warmth the general causes warming fervently against Cody's skin even with his armor on, but it was fully welcome.

BUZZ-SNAP-BUZZ

"Cody!" Helix's shout breaks whatever spell they were under and they both quickly look away to Cody's commlink, "I know you’ve found him by now. Send him over."

Not ready to raise his head just yet he's glad the general is fine with defending himself.

"Helix. I am perfectly fine." He says with a heavy sigh.

"I’ll be the judge of that."

"Really. I’m —"

"You experienced transferal blowback," Helix interrupts sternly, "I may not be General Che or any of her medics, but they’ve giving me enough reading material and it matches with the report Cody gave when he called me and the readings Patch showed me. At worst you’d be comatose and bleeding out every orifice on your face. The lower scale of that is a major headache."

Cody's head snaps up at that and the general at least has the decency to look sheepish.

"That may be the case, but I am performing perfectly —"

"General," And Cody can hear that triumph, though strained, smirk as Helix continues, "If our command’ika can muster up the courage to come on her own to the medbay then you can too. You have ten minutes High General Kenobi." The commlink snapping off viciously.

"I believe you’ve been summon." Cody deadpans and is prepared to frog march his general back there if need be. He wasn't worse off, but he could have been and that was the whole point.

"It seems I have." General Kenobi mutters, his jaw locking up as his lips twist down.

"Master Kenobi," And they both turn quickly, startled again for the second time in mere minutes. General Yoda with one of the newer trooper frowns as he hobbles over to them, "Gone you should be. Time is of the essence it is." General Yoda says, stopping to shake his stick at his general.

"Quite right Master Yoda." The general says happily, sneaking his way out of the medbay with new orders apparently. 

"Handle the security of the planet I can." General Yoda says before leveling an impressive scrutinizing look at Cody, but in a blink General Yoda's expression brightens and he hobbles off, his escort taking the tiniest steps possible as he follows.

"Should I tell Helix you’re otherwise engaged." He asks after General Yoda is a little ways away, turning to his general.

Cody is met with eyes dancing with mischief and a passive innocent face and smile to boot, one Cody had become very acquainted with before one of the general more outrageous plans.

"If you could be so kind."

"You’re delaying the inventible sir."

And surreptitious smirk that was as sharp as his saber and dangerous too fits onto General Kenobi's lips, "But you can vouch for my fitness. Can’t you commander?"

Cody doesn't know why that has heat rolling over his skin, prickling sharply across it like freezing rain. His heart thuds out of sync as his throat dries up for no reason. Even behind the safety of his helmet Cody can feel his face warm considerable as he stares into those dazzling grey blue eyes dancing with all the liveliness he had come to know. 

"Y-Yes."

And Cody curses everything that his strangled voice isn't even hidden by his vocoder.

Immediately the general's expression drops, "Cody are you — "

"I’m fine sir," Trying to get back in control of ... well whatever this was, "And I’ll vouch for you if you promise one painkiller by the time all this is over. It’ll make us all feel better if you did."

It would make me feel better, Springs to Cody's mind only to be quickly stifle and buried under a panicked cascade of questions of why he thought he needed to make it personal and why did it sound like so much more than what he wanted to implied.

The general isn't convinced in the slightest, but after looking him over sighs lightly, "Alright, but only after we’ve settled all of this." 

"Thank you sir."

"Master, the shuttle is ready," And thankfully that doesn't spook him as much as the last to time or Cody might have to demote himself, "Engines are checked. Hyperdrive is functioning at hundred percent and our coordinates laid in. We just need to get clear of the exosphere for the jump." Commander Ah’Dallir chirps.

"Right. Be safe you two." He says, wishing them luck and tapping his vambrace, for them and himself.

"Of course Cody." General Kenobi says, back to looking graceful and put together.

"Don't worry I'll keep him out of trouble." Commander Ah’Dallir grins cheerfully at the incredible task she just gave herself.

"That's a tall order commander." Cody chuckles.

"I'm up for the challenge."

General Kenobi level a dry look at the both of them, "Yes well, I think that enough communication bonding for now."

He says as they both smirk at the general and as they leave Cody's smile falls to something softer and briefly he wonders why, before his mind is back on the tasks at hand and getting the 212^th ready for departure.

Oh, and of course handling Helix's passive-aggressive wrath.

Chapter Text

The readings flash back green for the Eta-class shuttle to follow their course through the Corellian Run and Lieutenant Deck gives them the all clear as they clear the exosphere.

"We are clear to jump Master."

Master Kenobi slowly lift the lever up and once again the snap-shock of entering hyperspace is brisk against her shields, louder now with them being in the smaller craft and her shields still battered after today.

Sighing quietly to herself, Tae’sie checks over the readings from the shuttle slowly, trying to build up the courage to speak. But even after double checking everything she hasn’t fully found the right words to say, guilt sluggishly clumping to every word and making them impossible to say. She doesn’t even realize when she starts fidgeting with the end of her braid until she jerks her head away after pulling particularly hard at one strand.

"Tae’sie."

The soft question asked by just saying her name makes her want to hide under the console. With no confidence at all, but not willing to look like something was amiss, Tae’sie turns to her Master and has to stop a wince at the very knowing look she saw.  

"I’m fine Master." She tries to sound calm, cheerful even, as she had been a few minutes ago.

"You’re fiddling with your braid," He says in response, his eyes focusing on it. Tae’sie drops her hands like she had been burned and tries to rest them calmly on her thighs, but Master Kenobi serious expression softens as he explains, "It’s something many padawans do when they are worried, and are likely to continue to do into the future."

She doesn’t slouch - well not a lot - but it’s impossible not to when she’s been so easily caught because she couldn’t handle not fidgeting in worry. But Master Kenobi doesn't look judgmental at all as he studies her, not pressing, but definitely waiting for her to say what’s bouncing around in her head. It makes her look away from the passive appearance of her Master, curling her hands into fists, her claws catching on the material of her jumpsuit.

"I know you’re not hurt or anything, but I’m so so sorry about the feedback." She says miserably.

"My dear, no," And his tone so full of apologizes that he shouldn’t have to make, "That was completely on me. I knew how strong you were and, as I said, I should have realized about the cannons."

Even if that was true it doesn’t decrease the guilt eating away at Tae’sie. She knew her limits better than anyone so she should have known. It’s made only worse when she glances at the bond and finds it damaged and inflated at the edges, yet still magnifying any transferring emotions.

Emotions she should be coming to terms with, not letting them settle and fester.

"I think I should mediate." She mutters, trying to extricate herself from this embarrassment.

"Yes, I think we have time to do so."

Her head snaps up as she looks to Master Kenobi, his expression still passive and light and Tae’sie is at a loss for words. She knew that joint mediation was a possibility she could have as a padawan, but had only done it with the mind healers and Rocou willing and the Reassignment Council passively because her mind was just too loud and intense. Tae’sie was never going to bring it up because she didn't want to subject anyone else to it.

At her silence a firmness falls over her Master’s demeanor, barely noticeable if she wasn’t connected to him. "I meant it when I said I wanted to teach you, that includes helping you in any way I can. What shall we do first?"

Throat still dry it take Tae’sie a couple swallows to get her voice back, "I-I need to build up more shielding. Obviously – But it not for everything! Just certain parts that caused all this." She stumbles over, ducking her head again.

But Master Kenobi doesn't make a big deal out of it, getting up from his seat to go sit in the hold folding himself into a comfortable position. Getting up as well Tae’sie slowly sits down, crossing one leg over the other, and with one last check from her Master, settles in, and sinks into the Force.

It ebbs and flows around them, between them, and around the bond, as Tae’sie center herself. Then she could see how the colors of Master Kenobi’s mind interconnects with her. They overlap and curl around like overlapping trees with the branches tangled or like the overgrowth of vines, but substituted by colors and ribbons. It was something of a state in between the two realities of their mind, something beautiful to behold that she can't stop looking at.

Delighted-fortunate-hollow swell in the space. It was something she helped create, but had ruined.

Reassurance swoops down and around her like a humid breeze, though with slight chill, a reminder of spring and the rebirth of things. ‘It was not ruin, only learning,’ Master Kenobi thinks into the space, the essence of it flowing with care-understanding-fondness.

Master's right. It can be fix. I can fix this. We can fix this.

Finding the tears and frayed parts of the bond is easy, there were many from the concentrated agony that poured over it with no true release. But by expressing her joy and care at those parts of the bond have the braided strands healing to become solid again, stronger for it. Glancing over to her Master's side of the bond she sees him moving gently in the eternal movement of the Force separating the spilled colors into their own shades.

As she and Master Kenobi work in tandem to repair the bond, it is finished much sooner, smoothed over like it wasn’t in some despair before. More than content with their work, and Master Kenobi seemed quite proud of it too, Tae’sie begins the process that she had been shown by the mind healers. Pulling from the braided part of her bond, she crafts downy fibers into a weave that was clear and sturdy like transparisteel.

Focusing on the first fray she fixed Tae’sie eases it into her threaded bond and works it in. As she gets closer to the nexus of her training bond she senses the reassuring warmth of Master Kenobi and then he’s guiding it over and through his side, holding it taunt and fastening it within the light of his mind. As Tae’sie works she creates different weaves for each new shield, some heavily iced to block out attacks, the others clear to reflect negative passions.

It was an effortless measure she had learned, but for once Tae’sie wasn’t full of sorrow as she did it.

Pushing away from the loving embrace of the Force to surface in its more mellow hold, Tae’sie finds herself much calmer and clear-headed than she had been, and their training bond much stronger than before.

"I never noticed how pristine they are. Or how many." Master Kenobi says quietly, almost in awe of them.

With a rueful little grin, she opens her eyes, "There are, but I hope to decrease them eventually. Control my empathy instead of hiding it away."

"Then we will," Master Kenobi says with an easy smile and a sense of intention, as if it was as simple as levitating a rock, before asking seriously, "Are you afraid of it?"

"Only of it hurting others."

"Then you’re already pass the starting point. I will do my best to guide you through handling your extreme emotions."

"You have a plan already?" Tae’sie boggles at her Master, she wasn’t excepting this all so soon.

"Not as of yet, but I am formulating one now," Master Kenobi tells her softly, "It will be special to you, but I’ve had my fair share of experience with intense abilities; my own, a close friend, Quinlan Vos, and Anakin," Then pausing something settles over her Master, "But I personally know what it is like to be caught in a burst of unwanted and negative emotions."

"Really?" Tae’sie can’t help gasping, wincing at the same time as Master Kenobi.

"Yes, really," He answers solemnly as she senses him thinking over something that was weathered in his memories, "I was much more belligerent in my youth and let it cloud my judgment. Almost constantly," He mumbles the last part. And Tae’sie could tell there was something more, but her Master would share it with her if he wanted to, "But I learned and so will you."

‘And I’m ready to’ is what she was going to say, but a sudden yawn attacks her and Tae’sie ducks her head as she covers her mouth, tiredness falling on her just as sudden as the yawn. When she looks up shyly with watery eyes Master Kenobi is hiding his smile behind his right hand. 

"Perhaps after some rest." Answering the question her yawn had cut off, "We still have three hours until we reach Tatooine."

"I don’t mind — Staying up that is." She always felt obligated to stay up with Rocou when he was piloting, it seemed only fair.

"I’m perfectly fine Tae’sie. I’m not needed at the controls and will mediate again," Clearly seeing through her reasoning, "I have a feeling we’ll both need this respite. Get some rest dear."

Another protest was ready only to be stopped by another yawn and Tae’sie can feel the knowing look directed her way, "Okay alright," Tae’sie chuckles as she pushes herself off the floor to make for the singular bunk, "I’ll see you in three hours."

Standing from the hold floor Master Kenobi dips his head in agreement as he goes to the door, "Three hours. Rest well."

Shutting the door, Obi-Wan sits back on the cockpit floor and settles into his cross-legged pose again, easily sinks back into his meditation. He finds the dull pain that still resides there, but finds calm as well as he starts his after-battle mediation to sooth the last of the blowback and the constant sadness in his heart from this war.

As always now Obi-Wan starts with releasing his anger at the injustice doled out to everyone effected by this war, explicably the clones. It is a slow process, but he does overcome it and the inhuman desire to rage as it would help no one. Free of that, but his thoughts still centered on his men, Obi-Wan lets himself briefly linger on those that they had lost in this most recent conflict, that were at peace now and one with the Force... Not gone, merely marching far away. The men were at rest, but not one they deserved, yet they will not be forgotten.

Those harrowed thoughts then turn to those that were still with them and brings about a reprieve that their injured will be given the first and foremost care.

But somehow Obi-Wan finds his thoughts straying to that of defeat-frustration-guilt at the betrayal of Sergeant Slick. Pain seeped through at that, that the Jedi and their allies were failing to ensure the clones the rights they deserved under the Republic and the establishment they fought for with no other choice.  

Obi-Wan pushes pass those failures, giving his negative emotions over to the Force, reminding himself he cannot save everyone. But the ones closest to him he had been able to keep safe in this turbulent time bolster him. He protected them and at the same time they saved him; fearless Anakin, determined Tae’sie, lively Ahsoka, attentive Rex, and steadfast Cody.

Cody.

Wonderfully clever, gifted, thoughtful Cody whose presence Obi-Wan could find anywhere, lit up like the twinkling of a luminous sunset just behind a canopy of trees, bursting of rightness when Obi-Wan turned to him.

In the next moment Obi-Wan is in the hazy state of not himself and being himself, and it takes only a few seconds for him to realize it wasn’t a vision of the future but a recounting of the past.

The Force guiding the way to where the faint pain from before is clinging to a memory and Obi-Wan watches from a distance while experiencing it all at the same time.

The dull pain and the low ringing that sounds more like a persistent whine as it’s echo all around him. Urgent worry presses at him and has Obi-Wan opening his eyes to see Cody’s helmet. In closing them again Obi-Wan also watches as a full scene unfolds. Cody pulling off his helmet, his fear a palpable entity now as he gently rearranges him to hold Obi-Wan close, cupping his face as he shouts for him, desperation growing until Obi-Wan forces his eyes open again, chasing it all away all that fear, it morphing into breathtaking relief and joy. That joy extends to the caress, evolving to Cody smoothing his thumb gently along the curve of Obi-Wan’s cheek and over the small birthmark just below his right eye. The burst of protectiveness and warm affection is overwhelming when Obi-Wan hears himself faintly say ‘Cody’ and the softening gaze for him — 

Obi-Wan finds himself all but thrown out of his contemplative state as the memory and all the emotions drown him. For a time, there’s nothing but the sound of his slightly elevated breathing and the hum of the hyperdrive as he tries to reconcile what he just witnessed.

"Oh my." He finally says to himself, voice a little above a whisper and severely flustered.

BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!

Springing to his feet Obi-Wan tries to focus on taking the shuttle out of hyperspace, but as he checks the read-outs and finds them optimal as the ship easily coast out into the barren space around Tatooine, Obi-Wan finds his mind wandering back to Cody.  

He had grown to enjoy the other man’s company, Cody’s dry wit and banter offset by his frightening intelligence made any conversation they had fulfilling and intriguing. There was also Cody’s gentle soul, but strict commanding presence, able to inspired all he came across and transferred over easily to the steady caring nature Cody had for all his Vode. And around him and the other Jedi the confidence that he always possessed had now been shown willing, no longer afraid of being in danger of voicing an opinion.

All these wonderful attributes along with his addictively bright presence in the Force made the man all that better in Obi-Wan’s eyes. In brief moments of weakness, mostly when Obi-Wan found himself on the other end of those concern dark honey-brown eyes, the Jedi found himself starstruck, heart in his throat, and entertaining the idea of ‘maybe something more’.

But he would never ask.

Too much separated them and it would not be fair to either of them. And not to be self-deprecating, but Obi-Wan knew he was not one bound for happiness, not in any romantic sense at least. It wasn’t safe for his partner and he was not worth that trouble.

It was ...... safer this way.

He was bound for loneliness of the heart, his life and path was not meant for more.

Obi-Wan should focus on the wonderful fact that it did not seem he was headed for infinite sadness as he once thought – at least in this moment – and treasure his friends and family, putting anything else at the moment out of his mind. It was likely his emotions were getting ahead of themselves and reading the situation wrong. They always did when he cares for someone deeply.

But even as Obi-Wan does put this out it out of his mind, subconsciously those feelings had already taken root and this moment was only strengthening them.

"What’s your business here?" Comes the gruff response to his hailings said in Huttese.

"This is Jedi shuttle 356. Requesting permission to land. Lord Jabba should be expecting me." Obi-Wan replies back in kind, lips lifting as he hears the shuttered permission granted.

He knew from Anakin that everyone on Tatooine knew both Basic and Huttese and Obi-Wan found in his research that the use of Huttese by the Hutts was solely used as a power move as those that dealt with them usually had no grasp on the sharp yet rolling language, assuming the Hutts were lesser for not speaking Basic. Yet those that underestimated them seemed to always be on the lower end of the deals they made.

Learning Huttese had been one of the first conscience actions Obi-Wan took for Anakin as the young boy would speak it during or after nightmares and Obi-Wan couldn’t always reach him.

While he landed the shuttle Tae’sie had gotten them cloaks from storage and Obi-Wan is surprised that there were four of them.

I wonder how many might be in the other shuttles?

All of them were his, maybe one was Anakin’s, but regardless they were too long for Tae’sie. But with a found utility knife she took to shorten the length of one, deeming the left over perfect to use for a headscarf, and pulls the modified cloak onto her shoulders. Obi-Wan had lost – misplaced! – many cloaks in stranger ways, but none as interesting as this.

With his own on to protect against the suns' rays they disembark out into the dry rolling dead heat of Tatooine as they wait for an escort in.

"I hope he’s not as awful as I’ve heard." Tae’sie says as she flips her too wide hood up, the sides sitting on her shoulders.

"I'm sure Jabba's in a good mood," He says lightly before rethinking that statement, "Or as good as possible for him at this time." He was likely in a foul mood with having his son taken and having to consort with those he considers his enemies.

"True."

As they wait in the shade Obi-Wan can tell a few beings were coming this way now, but his attention is pulled to his right as he watches Tae’sie fasten the cloak open like his. He’s not sure what it is about that basic action, but Obi-Wan is then struck with the fact that he was bring a maturing female Jedi into a crime palace. The crime palace. Luminara would be deeply unimpressed, Siri would have surely punched him for his lack of foresight, and Bant would be so aghast she may actually hit him for once.

Taking the fastening chain, Obi-Wan pulls the fabric over her shoulder and under the hood, pinning it there. The slight asymmetrical look and the way the material folds does its job and at her confused gaze he answers,

"A precaution." He apologizes quietly.

Confusion is dropped for understanding as she frowns hard, nodding, her distaste for what lays behind the converted monastery walls left a groaning near wailing across their bond before she silences it.

Tae’sie tucks her hair away more, dimming it to black as well, and with the extra shade the hood provides no one would give it a second look, which was for the best. Obi-Wan knows that certain hair types could garnered attention and he, once again, hadn’t been considering that. Pulling the hood more over her eyes and ears she obscures more of her hair and tucks her braid behind her shoulder, making her seem perfectly Human. The quickness of it spoke to having to hide before.

No sooner is she done does the grand gate open with three guards and a protocol droid stepping out to meet them.

"We should not keep the wise and powerful Jabba waiting." The female-coded voice of the protocol droid says before immediately turning in its normal shuffle to walk back inside.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Obi-Wan says, but turns back to his padawan and whispers, "Stay close and by my side." As they are surrounded by the guards.

With a nod she says tautly, "A united front."

Master Kenobi nods and they all move forward to enter the den of scum.

Already Tae’sie can feel the push back of disgust-fear-hatred oozing from the walls as they travel down the wide steps from heated air to the stale coolness of underground. Walking into the throne room she is mentally heckled by everything and is thankfully that she had constructed stronger shields. Wrapping the Force around her, closer than usual, she strengthens them further.

The foulness of the beings here is only slightly outcompeted by the stench of it all, only vaguely covered by the smoke and incenses yet still stabbing at the senses. An overabundance to make up for the lack of, in her opinion, any decency. This all took form in the way of drug runners, bounty hunters, and worse of all, pirates.

Though the most prevalent presence is Jabba the Hutt.

If not for his size or the fear and begrudging respect that the others in his court have for him, it was the Hutt’s simmering anger. She could sense his caution as he watched them approach the dais, but it soon morphs into rage, his patience already thin and growing thinner as he realizes they were not returning his son.

It soon leads to Master Kenobi and Jabba speaking in Huttese, and unable to understand Tae’sie keeps her focus on the room at large. Or tries to, but all her senses, Force-given and natural, are tuned to the pirates.

A gaggle of them sit to her right side in an alcove, drinking and snickering to themselves, the coy melody drowning out some of it while the minor distance across the room did nothing to hamper the harsh smell of spice surrounding them. Tae’sie sneers at two pirates that get up to walk pass her to get to the other side of the chamber, their rotten auras, permeated with deceit and greed, slide offensively against her shields in curiosity.

"The most gracious Jabba has one more small condition," The protocol droid says and Tae’sie turns her attention back to the dais, "He demands you bring back the slime who kidnapped his little punky muffin."

"Punky?" Master Kenobi asks with an audibly cut off chuckle and Tae’sie has to press her lips together tightly to not crack a smile either.

Then the droid says, "Dead or alive. If you do not succeed, Count Dooku and his droid army will."

That stifles any humor, if not for how everyone cowers away from the adorable nickname then it was her and her Master’s own urgency that they felt at been told a new angle of this conflict.

Master Kenobi and the Hutt speak to each other again as the protocol droid picks up severed heads that seem to be strew across the floor at one point! Tae’sie is glad for her hood hiding most of her face because she can’t imagine she looks well at this moment.

With a nudge to the training bond Tae’sie turns away from the horrible sight and towards Master Kenobi as they follow the protocol droid to an unused alcove higher up in the throne room, quieter from the rowdiness.

"So Count Dooku was able to talk to him before us," Tae’sie whispers, "I wonder how he found out... I wonder if he offered anything else?"

"I don’t like this," Master Kenobi says, brows pulling together as his right hand comes up to stroke his beard, "Something feels like it's missing. Something simple to see."

Tae’sie couldn’t speak to that, not truly. Something felt off, but it wasn’t in her specialty to know further than an immediate attack.

"Well what can we do now? If they get these lanes..."

"Then the war effort will be brought to a standstill." Master Kenobi answers, "We have fallen for the trap, but we might still be able to spring it back on the trapper in the end."

"This is not what I was expecting my first time out." Tae’sie says to herself, more than a little dismay that so much was hinging on a plan already weighted against them.

"Not to worry, Anakin will succeed. He always does one way or the other," Master Kenobi assures her as he goes to set up a holo comm to likely update Master Skywalker.

"Master. About time you called," Master Skywalker says with a carefree grin, "What are we dealing with here?"

"All right Anakin, here's the story. Jabba has given us only one planetary rotation to get his son back home to Tatooine safe and sound."

The other stares back in disbelief before frowning and muttering something vicious before grinning wickedly, "Won't take us that long, Master."

"Well take extreme care. We have no idea who's holding Jabba's son. When I've finished negotiations with him, we’ll join you. I’ll contact Cody to get underway to reinforce you," Warning him, "Something about this is giving me a bad feeling."

"You and your ‘bad feelings’," It was said in a joking manner, but Master Skywalker looked dead serious, "I’ll tell the men. You do whatever you think is best Master."

Cutting the connection, Master Kenobi quickly contacts Cody to tell him of the developments and to start the Negotiator on a flight path to Teth, but to drop out of hyperspace around the Ryloth system so they could meet up and reach Teth together.

"Now for the easy part," Master Kenobi jokes and Tae’sie is not responsible for the unimpressed eyebrow she lifts at him, "Just trying for some levity my dear. But yes, time is of the essence. We need to discuss the terms of what level of ease we will be utilizing the hyperspace lanes for."

Tae’sie goes to follow when every single sense screams at her to stop! Breath catching in her throat she does, but can’t figure out why —

A larger predator...... Or something that can pass as one.

For all the gross presences scattered about the palace this new threat was something else entirely. Cynically cold and poisoned, rotten to the core and grasping at anything living. It scratches at her senses specifically and Tae’sie’s head snaps to it, but finds nothing except the curved wall of the alcove. But it doesn’t stop her from looking searchingly pass the sturdy walls of the palace. But as she does so it fades, slithering away as if it never existed.

It leaves her heart hammering in her chest, scared of what that could have been. Nothing she’s ever encountered before was so far gone, projecting that chill. Reaching out once more, even with the thought of risking one of her shields to see if —

"Tae’sie?"

The warm hand on her shoulder shakes off the biting cold that should not be possible on this planet . Turning to her Master, Tae’sie finds him surrounded with concern, "I called for you twice, but you didn’t answer."

"I’m sorry Master. I thought I felt something," She explains, "But it’s not there anymore."

He looks like wishes to say more only for the protocol droid from before to approach them.

"The Mighty Jabba is ready to discuss terms."

"Yes, and we are as well." Master Kenobi says easily.

This time Tae’sie follows after, but can’t stop thinking back to the frightening brief encounter.

Whatever it is I don’t like it at all.

"You’re clear to land," Lieutenant Wave tells them, then adds, "Glad to have you back you two."

"Thank you Wave." Tae’sie echoes the sentiment as she really was happy to be back.

"Yes and the feeling is mutual." Master Kenobi says as he eases the shuttle closer and into the hanger.

Only passing through the magcon field and already Tae’sie can sense Cody’s sun bright presence taking up the space just outside the ship.

Powering the ship down, Tae’sie bounces up and over to the door, lowering the ramp and eagerly bounding down it, much to Master Kenobi's amusement. She inhales deeply, not caring that it was the tanginess of metals or the smoky electrical smell of fuel. Wrapping herself in the serenity-cheerful-love-family atmosphere the Venator had Tae’sie smiles brightly at being back. She had only been here briefly, but the sense of community and warmth that sang through the ship felt like home.

It also felt like a cleansing torrential rain compared to Tatooine’s filth.

 Tae’sie smiles as she makes it to the bottom of the ramp only to stop short at who else was there.

Cody was, as she knew he would be, with kind eyes and lips lifted into a thin smile, but next to him – eclipsed and hidden in his sunray like presence just like on his chest plate – was Healer Helix.

And he was not happy at all.

"Commander Ah’Dallir," Healer Helix says calmly before his eyes snap to behind her, "General Kenobi."

"Ah! Hello there — "

Uncrossing his arms and holding out his right hand Master Kenobi cuts himself off as Healer Helix levels an intense and disappointed scowl that has Tae’sie stepping off to the side.

"Helix, be reasonable."

"March." He says lowly.

Pointing towards a set of doors and holding it until a weary sigh can be heard and her Master walks down and towards the door when Healer Helix not far behind. Looking back to Cody, Tae’sie sees him shaking his head with an exasperated air to him before holding up his arm to speak into his commlink.

"We’re clear. Make the jump," He says then turns back to her as they;re whisked away into hyperspace again, "Hello commander, how did the negotiations go? Not aggressive I hope?"

"Aggressive negotiations? No, I don’t think so," Tae’sie answers, confused by the two words being in the same sentence, "What is that exactly?"

With a tilt of his head to motion to another set of doors, Cody leads her out into a hall, "When talking over terms somehow breaks down into a firefight and dramatic exits or when we have to fight and subdue whosever shooting at us and then talk terms, that’s aggressive negotiations. Tends to follow the generals around." He explains, but annoyance crawls over his presences as he speaks.

That happened a few times with Rocou, but he called them something else that she wasn’t allow to repeat out loud until she was at least fifteen standard.

"Nothing like that happened. It was pretty mild," Tae’sie answers, lips twisting into a glower as she remembers, "Well the negotiation part. Being at the palace was awful."

Protectiveness flare vibrantly next to her and Tae’sie stops to look to her left. Cody had stopped as well, but like he was holding himself back. Brows furrowed and hands clenched into tight fists he asks, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine Cody. I hid in plain sight. No one even paid attention to me." She tells him, and it was mostly true. The pirates ignored her after they got bored of trying to find out what or who she was, "But something wasn’t right there, its why Master Kenobi had us meet halfway," Switching topics to something much more pressing, "Count Dooku apparently went to Jabba first and offered his help for an alliance with the droid army."

Eyes narrowing a profound and deep disgust radiates of Cody, "And if he did that this might be a trap that he devised to seal the deal."

"That’s what Master Kenobi fears."

Shuttering his own emotions away about the fallen Jedi with impressive skill Cody nods to himself, expression still serious, "Good thing we’re headed to the bridge. We’ll contact Skywalker so he’s not going in more blind then he already is."

With a nod of her own they speed up to get to the right set of elevators to get to the starboard bridge, stepping into a severe atmosphere with troopers waiting for some form of action.

"Commanders on deck!"

"At ease," Cody commands easily as he walks up to the holotable where a trooper in white armor and another in an officers’ uniform where standing across from them, "Crys, we need a connection with General Skywalker. Try the squadron of laaties first. If you can’t connect, try R2."

"R2? Like an astromech?" Tae’sie finds herself asking.

"That’s right commander. R2-D2 is General Skywalker’s special project," Crys answers, the clone in the uniform and with the blinding bright yellow hair that matched his inquisitive presence, "Nasty little astromech. Pretty sure if we strapped a blaster to it we could win the war." He chuckles at his own joke.

Her nose crinkles up at the teasing tone and the image of an astromech causing such havoc, "I wasn’t aware we had anything worse to worry about then the droid army."

Grinning, the clone shakes his head as he goes back to his task, frowning slightly when an error message pings back, "Can’t get through. Trying R2-D2 unit comm. ... Coming through now commanders."

There was no time for Tae’sie to be impressed that a simple astromech had the range to pick up a Venator-class communique as the holographic form of Master Skywalker appear above them.

"Master! — Oh," And now really wasn’t the time to feel like that response wasn’t a punch in the gut. More was at stake than her ego, "Padawan Ah’Dallir. Where’s Obi-Wan?"

"Medbay," At Master Skywalker’s rapidly changing expression, Tae’sie quickly explains, "He’s fine! He just dodged a check-up from Healer Helix earlier before we left Christophsis."

With a sigh he rolls his eyes, "Okay. That’s too bad for him, but if he’s not injured from going to Tatooine I take it we have a treaty deal?" He asks, not sounding thrilled at all.

"Yes. We’ve gotten Jabba’s word that he will agree to working with us if we return his son unharmed. Was your mission a success as well? Did you find Jabba’s son?"

"We have him," Master Skywalker says lowly, "But it looks like the Separatists are behind his abduction."

"Master Kenobi was afraid of that."

"He should be, this smells like Count Dooku to me."

At that moment Ahsoka steps into the line of sight of the projector with a tiny wave and a grimace. She was wearing a backpack around her front with a smaller and wiggler version of Jabba.

"Well if he is the Negotiator is on its way to supply backup." She says returning the wave.

"That’s good because we have another problem," Ahsoka says as she re-centers her wiggly passenger, "The Huttlet is very sick."

Master Skywalker frowns at the little Hutt before turning back looking somewhat regretful, "I’m not sure we can get him back to Tatooine alive at this point. This whole rescue may backfire on us."

Then it really was a race against time now and there wasn’t much they could do to fix that, but it was possible to mend some of the problems.

"Well this connection is still secure right?" Master Skywalker and Ahsoka look at her strangely before he nods, "We could try to relay a data packet of health statistics for Hutts, couldn’t we?" Tae’sie asks, looking through the hologram to Crys.

Nodding he’s already typing away on his datapad, "I’ll get on that sir."

"Just send it when it’s ready Crys," Cody backs her up with an order, "We don’t have any time to waste."

"Yes sir."

Looking back to Master Skywalker she finds him scowling, "I still don’t think dealing with the Hutts is a good idea."

Tae’sie agrees, but she couldn’t say anything against this or about it because from what she knew it was the only choice right now and she knew she wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this compromising of morals.

"Master Kenobi doesn’t care for it either, but it our best choice until we can gain control of those other lanes back." Tae’sie tells him softly and it causes the other Jedi to scowl harder as he folded his arms.

"Precisely," Turning around, Tae'sie is surprised to find Master Kenobi standing behind her close to the elevator, apparently listening in on the conversation, "As of now Jabba’s cooperation is crucial to the war effort. If you let anything happen to his son our chances of a treaty with him will disappear." Walking closer as he explains his point.

"Commander Ah’Dallir the package has been securely download to R2-D2." Crys says and Master Kenobi turns to her with a small smile, their bond glowing with light pride.

"Well it looks like Jabba’s in luck. Good idea on the health packet Tae’sie."

Smiling back, they both miss the look of enraged despair focused on them from Anakin.

"Master!" Ahsoka says loudly, "We’ve got trouble."

Head snapping back to the holo, they both see Master Skywalker and Ahsoka tensing for action as one clone yells ‘defense positions!’ and more voices join the chorus of ‘Go! Go! Go!’.

"Anakin?" Master Kenobi questions, worry and determination taking up root in his voice.

"I’ll have to call you back Master, we’re under attack!" Master Skywalker shouts back, "We could use that back up you promised right about now."

"Well be there as soon as we can. Just protect the Hutt, Anakin."

And then the connection is dead. The sudden silence spreads over the bridge in a tense oppressive way, but her Master is the calm at the center of a great storm, resolve building.

"Commander."

"Engineering is already up general." Cody answers easily.

"Wedge."

"I'm here general. What'd you need?"

"I need all the power you can spare and then some to get us to Teth. The 501^st has just run into some serious trouble again."

"They always do sir and you’ll have."

"Thank you Wedge. Crys, contact Admiral Yuleran and tell him to get the Resolute underway effective immediately. We’re needed at Teth." Then looking to them, "Cody alert the department heads to meet in the ready room. We have a rescue to plan." Before turning around and making his way to the elevator with Cody following after.

"Should I come too?" Tae’sie asks.

This was something out of her depth, but at this moment she wasn’t sure what to do.

"Of course," Master Kenobi answers, the sternness from before mellowing somewhat, "Your place is by my side and we can use all the good ideas we can."

With that confirmation Tae’sie steps into the elevator on the other side of Master Kenobi, both him and Cody giving her encouraging smiles. Lips pressing together into a half-smile, Tae'sie tries to look encouraging back as once again she was pulled into another battle planning meeting, hesitantly, but ready to help in any way she could.

Something Rex had learned very quickly when he was deployed was to trust the Jedi, and in particular, trust their ‘feelings’.

General Kenobi had them often and Skywalker only had them after he got them into a situation, usually one Rex agreed with. So when he heard before they even got boots on the ground that Kenobi had a bad feeling he had everyone packed up the extra power packs for their blasters knowing this was going to be one of those missions.

And it was.

As they held of the clankers at the gate Rex could hear the pop of his men's, his Vode’s, commlinks shutting off when they went down, devoid of life. It always happened and Rex has to remind himself to breath as he mentally counts those lost, the names that would only be said in remembrance, the number climbing rapidly around him and lodging in his mind only for an explosion to rip through the space.

Then its horribly quiet.

Rex had been knocked back by a close-range grenade, as had the others, and with the smoke settling and getting to his senses faster Rex puts out an order to remain still and check-in.

Six did. Six ! There was only six of his brothers left, but Rex was going to save them. They were going to get out of this.

But before he can formulate a plan to sneak pass the droids Rex twitches, but only so much, trying to keep his body still.

It was like a nudge to his helmet, but felt like a loose electrical wire sparking away lightly by his head. It reminded Rex weirdly of when Skywalker had him first asked him to help him out with his projects and Rex didn’t have his gloves on.

Just thinking about it causes some sort of excitement to beam at him, but Rex can’t be caught in memories at a time like this, even if he feels like he should push back. But his brothers and his life are on the line. If he makes it out he can reminiscent then, until then he ignores it.

Which is easy to do as Ventress strolls in, surveying the area as if she was someone important. Rex doesn’t know how good she is at using her Force skills, but he tries to keep his mind blank and calm, placid like an undisturbed lake so she wouldn’t think twice about him. She doesn’t move as she begins to speak to the droid in front of her and Rex sees a chance.

So he takes it, but he should have gone for Ventress first.

Panic tries to take over, but he batters that away and keeps taking shots, willing one to hit, but each one that should have it home was deflected wildly. He gets close with one almost getting her shoulder, but then she ripping his blaster away from his hand and lifting him off the ground by his neck.

It was like boiling water was being poured down his throat, too fast to swallow and more painful with every attempted breath. And just over the drowning he could hear the witch speaking to him, as if they were on friendly term. As if she hadn’t murder them or recently turned one of their own against them all.

"My, my, what a miraculous return from the dead clone," She says like she was commenting on something funny before her voice drops to her usual scratchy tone, "Where. Is. Skywalker?"

"I – don’t talk – to Separatists scum!" He bites out.

She tightens the stranglehold more and Rex gags. He can’t tell if he’s breathing or about to vomit as his vision darkens at the sides before she loosens the hold only to step closer and whispers,

"When you serve your purpose they will leave you to rot. They don't deserve your loyalty."

And you do!? He shouts back, but like he said, he didn’t talk to scum and there was only one acceptable answer now with his capture.

"Rex. Captain. Five-oh-first legion. CT-7567."

The scoff he pulls from Ventress in reciting his rank sound painful even to his ears as she rolls her eyes, "Really captain? I can offer you so much more than blind leadership and a rank that means nothing. You could be liberated like the other clone. Now wouldn’t that be nice."

His blood rushes pass his ears as he focuses on his training and not the raged fueled desired to shout at her for not even remembering Slick’s name. He had betrayed them, yes, but he wasn’t something to be discarded, he was still a person.

"Rex. Captain. Five-oh-first legion. CT-7567."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Rex. Captain. Five-oh-first legion. CT-7567."

With another scoff she drops him and walks closer over his hunched form as he tries to catch his breath. Standing above him, Rex won’t give her the victory of having to look up at her, but she takes that away as she Force pushes him back up against the wall into a seated position.

"That’s better," Ventress smirks, "Captain Rex. I have a request for you." She says, but it sounded off.

It sounded all suggestive, but not how when General Kenobi would taunt the enemy. No this was like when Skywalker or Kenobi was trying to get information out of someone or direct their attention away from themselves. But Rex doesn’t feel any different.

Ha! Not as powerful as you thought.

"You will contact Skywalker now."

Ventress may not be able to sway him, but that didn’t stop the distressingly unpleasantness that was her using of the Force. It slithered up around his neck again, but it was different from the boiling pain of choking. This scratched and crawled up into Rex’s ears, pressing hard against his right temple.

And for a horrific second it was like his body wasn’t his own, not really, before the pressure is only uncomfortably brushing up against it like she was breathing right into his ear.

"I said, you will contact Skywalker now."

It’s a relief to see her upset if only to confirm to himself that he was not under her influence, but what just happened leaves Rex uneasy. But not enough that he can’t remember his duty to protect and warn his general and the kid. To do that Rex will have to play along.

Breathing out - more of a hiss at this point - Rex doesn’t have to fake how dazed he feels.

"I will ...contact Skywalker now."

Smirking again, Ventress continues, "You will tell him you held off the droids and ask for his location."

"I ... will tell him we ... we held off the droids and ask for his location."

Pulling on the dull yet vibrant memories of his training on Kamino, and Rex can easily see Ventress as one of the bald bug eye longnecks, says in his best monotone don’t-notice-me voice as he raises his commlink,

"Anakin. Come in. We’ve held the droids, sir. What is your location?"

While the unease of her is still wrapped around his mind Rex swears he feels frigid and boiling anger for a brief moment from somewhere else before the unease lets go and she steps back.

They wait, but as the seconds tick by with no response Rex grins for his general catching his hint. Ventress must be able to tell with the Force as well because she sneers at him full of hate before her face flattens out again, "No matter. Seal the all the portals and round up the clones. If Skywalker doesn’t show his face we’ll just have to pull on his other weakness. Compassion," Then grinning wickedly at him says, "And if not, I believe I made my point earlier."

Then she takes off jogging down the hall and deeper into the monastery, Rex can only hope the general and the kid got enough of a head start.

"Come on you Republic dog. Move it." The B-1 in front of him says gesturing for him to get up with his blaster.

Rex rolls to his feet and sees the droids looking for the other six survivors amongst the dead and has to look away as he’s forced outside. They’d come back for them, they just needed to be here for them to get to.

Chapter Text

"Exiting hyperspace in four. Three. Two. One."

Captain Drift counts down and the blues of the stars’ echoes disappear, replaced by a lavender shaded planet spread widely across the windows.

The Force excitedly and brashly rolls over her as they enter real-space again, Master Skywalker’s aura linked within it, electric as the bridge was as they enter orbit.

"Beginning planetary scan to the northern hemisphere, sector cell 30 N by 30 W," Crys reports as the holotable comes alive, a scanner line moving back and forth across the length of the table as it builds up the image of enormous monoliths of rock and jungle before zooming in on a monastery atop one of the towering rock faces, "They're still there. But... The bio-scan is only detecting eleven to ten signatures. The droid-scan is in the many of hundreds." He adds tightly, holding most of his emotions from his tone.

Everyone's presence curdles and twist with rage and grief, some of them whispering something as Master Kenobi's presence wilts and Cody’s simmers at the news. Experiencing all of this melancholy vividly, even if second-hand, has Tae'sie shying away from it, unsure of how to handle it herself. She knows that Master Skywalker and Ahsoka would have taken more men than that, but she doesn't want to think about how many clones were lost because of this grand plan by the Sith.

Regrettably, it seems that Master Kenobi’s intuition was right and now it was a race for survival. 

"Then we have no time to waste," Master Kenobi says firmly, "Drift, tell Oddball he's cleared to begin scrambling our fighters. Have all batteries and cannons charged and ready for any attack."

"Yes sir!" Captain Drift answers promptly and starts directing the bridge crew that was already moving in a determinate collective.

Turning away, Tae'sie follows Master Kenobi and Cody into the elevator, her mind going over the extraction plan they had devised.

Master Kenobi would lead a squadron down to Teth to clear the way for a landing force lead by Cody, which would keep the droids occupied as one of the LAAT/i would collect Master Skywalker and Ahsoka. Meanwhile the Negotiator would provide cover from space if any other Separatists ships appear and the Resolute would descend into the atmosphere and pick up Master Skywalker and Ahsoka with the Huttlet and spirit them away to Tatooine.

"Will the Resolute make it in enough time?" She asks out loud, disturbing the quiet whooshing of the lift.

Master Kenobi looks to Cody silently and Cody tilts his head as he listens to something from inside his helmet, before answering, "Latest report places them fifteen to twenty-five minutes out."

"That fast!?" Tae'sie boggles at the speed because, "They were at the medical station near Naboo... Weren't they?" 

The tense nature of the elevator lightens some as Master Kenobi smiles faintly at her and Cody’s helmet-clad head moves in a way that can only be classified as rolling one’s eyes.

Looking down to her, Master Kenobi says lightly, "Anakin may have added three extra back-up hyperdrives to his flagship in an off-the-records overhaul."

"The general also change the injection from six to a three-phase pump injection system to supply the engines constantly with fuel at a consistent pressure." Cody adds blandly.

Tae'sie stares at the two men in disbelief and tries to say something, but words fail her, leaving her mouth gaping. Her lack of response seems to make Master Kenobi's smile wider, his sense of self brightening as well.

"That can't be legal." She says weakly.

"It most certainly is not," Master Kenobi smirks in agreement, "But it does work and they keep it in impeccable shape. It has also proved useful, so I see no reason why not to turn the other way this once."

PING!

The moment the doors open both Master Kenobi and Cody are back to business, equally moving with purpose to the first set of hanger doors. As they open up onto the floor Tae’sie is surrounded by a flurry of movement again as far as she could see. But instead of the calm of simply moving supplies everything was harried with action.

"I'll meet you two on the surface." Master Kenobi says quickly as he breaks away from their small group of three and makes his way to where two clones were prepping an interceptor.

The immediate departure leaves Tae’sie adrift in the actual and mentally busy space, momentarily at a lost, because even if everyone was focus it was the magnitude of the presences.

"Commander," Alert and turning to the light to her left she finds Cody and with her attention on him, he nods back to one of the four LAAT/i they would be taking down, "Hop in."

She hurries over and the clones already present move apart for her to get in before taking up position around her. It’s only when she looks to Cody, who’s going over the flight path once more with the pilots, that she notices they were surrounding her. It leaves her stomach in knots and with the beginnings of a headache. Tae’sie had an idea of why they were doing it and she wishes they didn’t or had to. If anything she should be the one in front protecting them... but there was only one of her.

"Commander Ah’Dallir," And looking around the white and orange armor in front of her Tae’sie finds Cody’s impassive helmet. She not sure what face she must make or how she feels, but she can tell Cody knows as she picks up on his sad sense of understanding, "The Resolute has exited hyperspace and is moving to enter Teth airspace."

"Thank you for the update commander." But before he can say more his commlink crackles to life and her Master’s crisp voice is heard, "Commander Cody. We’ve cleared the way for ground assault."

"Right on time." She says to herself, but she must have been heard because Cody looks her way as he answers them both,

"Yes, sir," Then turning to the other three LAAT/i and shouts, "Go! Go! Go!"

The moment they’re out Cody boards her ship and the blast doors slide shut with a hydraulic hiss, lights shutting off and coming on red.

"Red light. Stand by. ETA ten minutes." Cody calls out to the eight other clones, who begin checking their weapons and talking amongst themselves, and her, the odd one out in the center of it all, is stifled by the tension.

Don’t waver now. You’re no good to anyone like that. It’s like Christophsis... Kind of. You can do this.

"Commander?"

"... I’m fine Cody."

Worry is focused on her, but only for a moment because then the light is green, the doors are sliding back, and the anticipation around her spikes giving Tae’sie her own alert as she unclips her lightsaber and jumps over the clones repealing down, landing before and in front of them, igniting her saber and deflecting blasts as they land.

As she does she moves forward towards a large walker of some kind, following the composed presence of her Master, but also finding someone else beforehand, their sharpness dragging her that way.

"Captain Rex! You’re alive!" She shouts and goes to stand in front of the leg to deflects shots from the droids aimed at him and the other 501^st trooper.

With a sharp guffaw that rattles Tae'sie’s bones he yells back, "Was there any doubt commander! I’m tougher than those clankers!"

"Cody was worried!" Is all she shouts back as she shoves the droids back that get too close.

She knows she was probably not supposed to hear that, but her hearing was too good and she hadn't made it that far from the ready room when she heard Master Kenobi and Cody speaking.

"I’m sure Rex is fine. You’d know if something had happened."

"... You know, I think you’re right... But I can’t help worrying."

"I know Cody. It’s the same for Anakin. It never truly goes away."

"Older brothers always do." Rex says and it doesn't do much to soften the hardness engulfing him, but it does do something. 

Tae'sie leaves it at that, attention turning to two vulture droids coming their way.

Launching herself on top of one, the other shoots at her, but dodging that easily it destroys its counterpart. As gravity takes hold of her, Tae’sie pull on the Force to make herself heavier, slamming through the entirety of the other droid's left side and then igniting her saber again to slice its head off as it falls over.

Stepping back and looking to where she senses Master Kenobi she finds him running in her direction, but into the monastery. Following his lead Tae'sie hurries after him, and quicker when she picks up on the similar crawling chilled presence from before. Only this time it’s sharper, less refined than it was on Tatooine.

Tae'sie soon gets her answer as she hears the distinct snap-buzz of lightsabers igniting. She comes to a stop by her Master's side and looks on at someone with two red sabers standing in front of a passageway with two B-2 droids.

Sith! Tae'sie mentally hisses.

There was always talk of it in the Temple and during lessons of what to expected, but it was nothing like experiencing it.

Darkness dripped from her and spread out to clog any available space leaving the Force cool and unwelcoming. And this female with her sharp hollowed looks, highlighted by her sickly red blades, made her pale markings and icy burning eyes fit her alignment all to well.

Grimacing at the suffocating aura around her, Tae'sie can guess who she is and drops into her ready stance.

"Master Kenobi," The Sith rasps with an unpleasant smirk, "Always chasing after Skywalker. How predictable."

"Anakin leaves quite a mess. Which always leads me to you, Ventress." Master Kenobi replies in a lilting way, even as he falls back into his ready position, his focus as sure as his stance.

Smirk pulling wider across her lips, Ventress' gazes cuts to her, settling like claws scratching against her skin, "And another little pet too. Why am I not surprised you’ve traded out Skywalker for a newer model? I can see this one is less whiny then the last one. And the other one was too snippy to play with."

"I wasn’t aware to be a Sith you were required to ramble aimlessly." Tae'sie says coolly before she can think better of it, but fear for Ahsoka’s safety and Ventress’ self-confidence and frigidness was breaking her down.

Ventress is obviously not impressed with that as her aura flares out and Master Kenobi huffs in simple amusement, making her presence more ragged.

"I think you’ll find she has quite the sharp tongue also."

"The only lesson you seem to teach Master Kenobi," Ventress sneers before stepping behind the droids, "Take them." And sprints down the way she was blocking.

They take them down easily, and turning to look down the hall, Tae'sie could clearly see it was headed into a dimly lit cavernous room of pillars. Not looking away, she starts to move forward, trying to track the cool presence Ventress left, but stops when Master Kenobi gives her a warning nudge. 

"Tae’sie."

"I know my limits Master," She says sternly. The unsaid 'I will retreat if needed' was present there in an undercurrent that passed between them.

Striding into the room Master Kenobi enters first and Tae'sie can feel his senses extend pass as they look for Ventress. Loosening her hold on some of her shields Tae'sie finds her hidden somewhere up to their right. Nudging her Master's senses that way he mentally nods to her, letting her know he understood.

'Defense or offense Master?'

'I’ll take the first parry, if you could use that move from our fourth test duel.'

'On it.'

Smiling, Tae'sie step just a half a meter away, looking as if she was searching elsewhere, when in reality she was concentrating on where Ventress was while Master Kenobi stayed put as bait.

"Ventress, we know you're here. You can't hide," He says lightly, sounding almost disappointed in her, "I feel your frustration. Let me guess, you're after Jabba's young son, too."

The cold rage flares violently and Tae'sie shoves at Ventress with all her might and is rewarded with a disgruntled squawk as they turn around to her as she stumbles to catches herself. Master Kenobi wastes no time forcing her back into a pillar.

But she's not down for long, surging forward by launching herself off the pillar and at Master Kenobi. 

Blocking her, the assassin uses it to complete an assisted overhead flip, spinning in mid-air to right herself to attack her, but Tae'sie sees it and speeds backwards as she lands. As Ventress looks up in confusion, it gives her Master an opening, but also one that Ventress takes advantage of as she extinguishes her blades and spins out of the way.

Clipping them to her belt, she continues the spins as she disrobes and throws the fabric at her Master. Tae'sie lunges forward, blocking the high attack meant for Master Kenobi.

"Fine," She sneers glaring down at her, "I can stand to play for a bit." And Tae'sie takes her up on it.

Immediately she can tell Ventress isn't used to the speed she can hold herself at as she pushes her back with her cutting attacks and hitting her as she maneuvers herself inside her defenses, landing punches or quick jabs of her elbows to weaken and distract. Quickly she is joined by Master Kenobi and Tae’sie ducks out of the way of her Master’s more poised and concise movements, forcing Ventress to choose one or the other as fighting both of them at different tempos is impossible.

Ventress retreats back out of necessity, only striking out like a viper to keep them away from any close fighting, only to then lash out with a screaming grunt, shoving them both back —

...

...

...

Ow...My head.

And not just the back of her head. Tae’sie swears her mind is experiencing the worst brain-freeze she’s ever had and the space around her feels so cool too.

... Why? ... The Sith! Ventress!

Suddenly alert, Tae’sie rolls to her feet pushing away the pain. Master Kenobi was some meters away from her, lightsaber locked with Ventress as she slashes and hacks at his defenses with broiling misplaced vengeance and rage against his angered protectiveness.

Her pursuit of him is reckless, but it’s enough that Ventress is able to disarm Master Kenobi.

Darting forward, she blocks a lateral strike that Master Kenobi had already dodged, but uses the free space to drop her guard. With the loss of an unmovable opponent, Ventress overbalances and falls forward, blades sliding against her own. With her guard down Tae’sie kicks out, hitting Ventress in the chest. As she stumbles back, Tae’sie presses her lead and goes for a kick to her left kneecap, dropping her, and then punching her downed opponent.

But Ventress wasn’t a fellow Initiate and did not go down that easily.

Surging up towards her with a shriek Tae’sie drops her saber to grab hold of Ventress’ wrists, channeling her tight hold on the Force into pure strength, holding her blades down and away from her. 

"You fight like a Sith!" She snarls, the hate burning off her.

"Then it’s good for you that I’m not one," Tae’sie snaps back heatedly, "Or you would have to be replaced."  

Ventress’ screams of fury rattle Tae’sie’s still sensitive ears, and in a fit of temper, she slams her head forward in a brutal head-butt to shut the bald woman up.

It did work, but it was a less than thought-out plan that leaves Tae’sie staggering backwards. But Master Kenobi quickly steps in – now with her saber – and blocks Ventress’ attack on her.

"Shall we continue?" Master Kenobi growls lowly.

"With pleasure." Ventress hisses back as they lock blades again.

It’s a dizzying clash of blue and red as they trade blows that seem too close to find an opening, but Tae’sie sees one in how Ventress keeps her attacks wide and uses her reach with two sabers. Stalking around the two Tae’sie sends Master Kenobi the notion to hold her next attack high.

He does and Tae’sie rushes in from the side, stopping near between them, folds her arms in close to her chest and spin-kicks up with her right foot getting her heel right in the assassin’s throat. With a retching gag Ventress drops her sabers, hands going for her throat and Tae’sie drops into a crouch with her momentum and swings out with her right again to drop Ventress then and there.

Ventress falls with a heavy thud, her focus still on her neck and Tae’sie calls her saber from his hold, leveling it at the older woman as she stares her down, mentally expressing ‘I dare you to try something’ at the assassin.

Obi-Wan swallows lightly in reflex as Ventress' pain continues to radiating off of her sharply. He could certainly feel the slightest of aches in his own throat because of her, and yet, he still can't imagine what a solid kick to the neck must feel like.

Leveling his own lightsaber at Ventress as well, he tells her, "We know of Dooku's plot to turn the Hutts against us. It will not succeed."

Ventress’ only answer is a horrible coughing wheeze as she continues to hold her now bruising neck, matching the one high on her forehead and right cheek, squints up through tears to glare at Tae’sie.

"Surrender Ventress and come quietly."

Her darkness snaps out at him, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of the star powered aura that is Anakin disappearing beyond his reach.

"Master Skywalker!" Tae’sie gasps, looking up and away.

"Tae’sie!"

But his warning isn’t quick enough.

Ventress shoves her clear across the room again and Obi-Wan’s focus is immediately on Tae’sie’s safety, slowing her down. But in his own distraction to stop Tae’sie from being injured again he is pushed away into a nearby pillar.

Obi-Wan cushions himself with the Force, softening the hit, but when he looks up to see where Ventress has gone he sees her running away, jumping high for the top level of the room. But he also sees Tae’sie close behind, lightsaber ignited and landing on the top level as well, chasing after Ventress with single-minded resolve.

"Tae’sie! Wait!"

He shouts desperately, reaching out a hand to where his padawan had disappeared to. His mind screaming for him to move, but his legs struggling to work as fear grips his heart, it pleading with the Force for her to stop.

Not again! Please! No!

But she must have heard him, likely felt his fear too, because to his great relief a light blue beacon runs back into the chamber and leaps down, jogging over to him.

"We aren’t going after her?" Tae’sie asks as she comes over to help him up, obviously ignoring Obi-Wan’s apparent loss of calm.

"No," He answers simply and accepts her help up, giving himself a moment to reign himself in, "Our main concern was stopping her from getting the Huttlet. As Anakin has gotten them away from here our focus shifts to finishing the battle and then aiding Anakin."

"Alright." She agrees easily, but Obi-Wan is already opening his mouth with a counter-argument, a counter-argument he has no need for and leaves him wrong-footed.

Tae’sie is not Anakin. He reminds himself flatly, disappointed in himself for jumping to conclusions.

It wouldn’t do well for him to treat her as if she was Anakin, prepping to explain his reasoning like he usually did when he made decisions around his former padawan. But her attention is already on him, waiting for him to speak so instead he settles on a simple compliment,

"Thank you for listening. You’ve done well today Tae’sie."  

Her pupils dilate some more in the low light of the chambers as her presence shies away bashfully, a grin threatening to give away, before she somewhat accepts the praise. But just as quickly she senses something and looks to their exit, her entire being completely serious.

"Yes," He agrees with her silence statement, "We need to get back to re-enforce Cody and the others."

They do, but as they make it to the mouth of the monastery Obi-Wan sees when Tae’sie falters as the fallen clones’ bodies lay out in the wreckage of the pathway. So narrowly focused beforehand they hadn’t noticed the bodies at the edges of the walls near the entrance.

The shock and pained sadness is only lightly transfer to him, but Obi-Wan feels the same and knows Tae’sie is experiencing it on a deeper scale.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time to mourn yet so with great reluctance Obi-Wan shelters those emotions away even as they swell. He had to stay focused for the clones that still needed him, for those he could do something for.

Sharing some of his state with Tae’sie does get him a reply as she continues walking forward, stiffly, before taking up a jog as she darts out into the remaining fray of the fight on the open court.

With their added help they decimate the last of the droids, both Admiral Yuleran and Drift reporting in that the Resolute had destroyed all the vulture droids and the Negotiator had taken care of the frigate that had exited hyperspace soon after the rescue was underway, which had allowed for Anakin’s escape earlier. Still a morose quiet settled on the scrap-fill court as gunships touch down to pick up all of the 212^th, but only six of 501^st. Their sorrow bubbling up now that the monastery was secured, Rex’s the loudest of them all. It melts off him as he tries to hold it together, but it was all slipping pass.

"Captain. Are you and your men okay?" He asks as he makes his way over to the grieving men.

"Yeah," Rex answers hollowly as he steps away, "We’re okay general, just bumps and some bruised pride."

"I see. Did Ventress try anything?" Obi-Wan asks. He knew the clones she came across died horribly or had their minds warped for valiantly resisting her mind tricks.

Rex hesitates before sighing, "Yeah, but I fooled her and the general got my message."

Obi-Wan had no doubt that Rex was able to fool Ventress, he was a brilliant man, but, "Still, if I may, it would be better to be safe than sorry, to make sure she hasn’t left anything behind."

Rex’s presence swoops and dips in panic and Obi-Wan can sense he wants to, but he is uncertain. Which Obi-Wan cannot blame him for. He knew from firsthand experience the cruelty and lengths she would go through to be validated. And her lack of fitness had left tendrils of Darkness that were found by the mind healers after his return to the Temple. If he could ease that for anyone one else, he would.

But practical as always Rex removes his helmet with hope and trust and Obi-Wan very gently places his hands on the side of the man’s face.

It’s a slow descend into his mind, full of gentle probing and seeking permission, but when Rex is comfortable enough Obi-Wan is able to slip pass some of his constructed shields that had been attacked he finds the left over bits of the Force used inappropriately. It seemed benign in its own way, but in exploring it Obi-Wan finds a swatch of hidden Darkness.

Darkness that felt planted.

It crawls and japs at Obi-Wan’s attempts to seek it out and cull it, but Obi-Wan was too determine to let that stop him. It was a relief that the Force was also against whatever this was, highlighting weak points like it was waiting for someone stronger to break it. Obi-Wan digs into those points and with sharp precision cuts into it destroys something full of sinister intent.

The Force around them sighs with audible relief, Tae’sie gasping in tandem with it, while for Obi-Wan it was as if he was coming up for air before being submerged again, the Force clouded in what had become a terrible norm.

Recalling himself from Rex’s mind he stares at the other, Rex’s amber colored eyes looking searchingly into his own.

"What was that?" He asks, having felt it too.

"I have no idea, but whatever Darkness Ventress has planted is gone." Obi-Wan assures him.

"Thank you general." Rex's shoulder sag some, but relief cascades off his presence. 

"Of course." 

As he watches the captain walk back to his men, now being looked over by Stitches and Plats, Obi-Wan is perplexed by what he found. He thought that the touch of the Dark side would have passed, or at least had been more diluted, but there had been a great deal of it lingering there even though Rex was —

"General", Startled out of his thoughts Obi-Wan turns to Cody and even with his helmet on he can still tell how frighten he was as he subtly looks to Rex then back to him gratefully, "Thank you. I – Thank you sir."

"Of course Cody. I would do it for any of your brothers, but I know how much Rex means to you." He says lowly to keep this private moment between them, "Master Yoda will be joining us above Tatooine if you recall. If you wish, I can ask if he wouldn’t mind looking over what I’ve done."

Shock rolls of his commander and Obi-Wan wishes it didn't, that being treat as simply sentient and sapient wouldn’t cause such a reaction.

"I – I’ll ask Rex about it."

"It wouldn’t be a hardship Cody. I mean it," Obi-Wan stresses gently, lightly pushing how much he meant what he said towards Cody, "Please let Rex know that."

"Yes, sir. I will, sir." Cody says quickly and Obi-Wan hopes he will.

Because he could tell that Cody was compromised by all this, falling back into his stiff militant persona. At that Obi-Wan resolves to tell him, order if he must, that Cody should spend the time it took them to get to Tatooine with his vod'ika. He could give him that much at least.

Turning away from Cody he looks to the rest of his troops and announces, "Let’s load up the men and the bodies. We’re need elsewhere."

He throughly disliked the bouncing about, not being given a second to breathe, but it was their duty at the moment and a must. As they leave the monastery Obi-Wan just about has to order Cody to leave with Rex in the LAAT/i bound for the Resolute, watching as they board and instantly standing as close as they could while still looking respectably within rank, both of them bleeding out in the Force. With a harrowing sigh he gets into his interceptor, R4 chirping at him about how he was.

"I’m fine R4. I’m... fine."

"How are they?" Tae’sie asks urgently as she jogs up to the gunship.

Obi-Wan smiles lightly at his padawan, his mind at peace at seeing her moving around so well.

After they had gotten back on the Negotiator and underway to Tatooine he had actively walked her to the medbay despite her protests that she was fine. She may have felt fine now, but Obi-Wan can still hear the echoing thud of Tae’sie slamming into the pillar, her grunt of pain, or the rattling knocking noise of her head-butting Ventress.

He was not going to risk her health because she was moving easily on adrenaline and the ideals of her invulnerably due to her youth.

Exiting the gunship with the few other troopers that had accompanied him, he dismisses them and begins to leave the hanger, mentally calling to Tae’sie to follow him.

"They're fine and back on the Resolute. No injuries, or ones serious enough to see."

"But the crash!" She exclaims as they walk into the hall.

Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully as he tries to find the best way to describe the occurrence that was flying with Anakin.

"It is a strange fact of life you will need to get used to that Anakin can, and will, crash almost all of the ships he pilots and you will walk away from it."

She turns to look at him in disbelief, her mind gently searching his for any teasing and pulling back in confusion at finding out he spoke the truth. It was a fact that Obi-Wan still hadn’t reconciled with himself.

"That’s the strangest way I’ve ever been reassured," Tae’sie mutters, "But it is a relief to know they’re fine. Are Rex and Cody doing better?" She asks quietly as they continue down the hall towards an elevator.

And Obi-Wan shares her ache of concern as well, "I believe so. Master Yoda said that Rex was in good health and nothing was wrong with his presence."

Tae’sie sighs heavily in relief, “Good. That’s good." She whispers and Obi-Wan agrees.

He had felt how reassured and thankful Rex and Cody were when Master Yoda reconfirmed Obi-Wan’s first assessment of Rex. It was almost like the Darkness had been broken again.

As they continue to the destination of their rooms the quiet of the Venator fills the space. It was part peaceful, the purr of the ship and the hum of his men’s presences as they slowly moved about settling into after-battle routines and getting ready to sleep for the first time in two days. The other part was mildly awkward with the notion between them still being new and finding how they fit together as mentor and student.

"It’s like the Sahrhii." Tae’sie speaks up as they exit the lift car.

"How so?" Obi-Wan queries, happy for a reprieve from the quiet.

"It’s special on its own, obviously," She starts, her presence easing more as she idly plays with the aura of the ship, given to it by the clones that resided within it’s hull, "but it has a harmony, a love and a knowledge of nothing to fear here. It’s... It’s like an island in the middle of lake. It’s, its own space adrift and happy for it."

"I see it as a nebula. A space of its own constantly cultivating and creating, the clones finding something more of themselves and making it all their own. But yes, I agree with your account as well."

"It’s a home." Tae’sie says softly, her lips lifting as does, and if he pays close enough attention her hair might even ripple with blue as well.

"It is, and it will be yours as well for a time."

Fortitude burns brightly beside him and coming to a stop Obi-Wan looks down at Tae’sie’s earnest gaze, "I promise to take care of it and all that resided within."

"I know Tae’sie." He tells her genuinely, he knew that was never a worry.

They soon arrive at the hallway of their quarters and step into his room for their meditation, something they discussed doing on their short trip from Tatooine to the Negotiator.

Stepping into the room Obi-wan keeps the lights low to better set the atmosphere. Tae’sie finds a perfect space in front of the two seater couch against the right wall and Obi-Wan joins her, settling on the floor across from her like they had done earlier that day on the shuttle.

"Are you comfortable?" Nodding she closes her eyes and Obi-Wan lets his fall shut as well, "Then let us begin with your reflections for today."

"I... I was not fully prepared for all of this, but I did try – I did do my best to stay calm even under the pressures of what happened," She starts hesitantly, but honestly, "To be alert and focused on what mattered and be flexible when it was needed."

"Good. Your strengths and improvements?"

Silence drifts over them, but Obi-Wan can feel how her mind bounces around for answer.

"Calm Tae’sie. One for each if you could."

"I guess my planning ahead is a strength. An improvement... An improvement would be my shielding, but I did that already."

"It will be a continuous process so I think I can count it," Obi-Wan says, injecting some humor into his voice and smiling when he senses the returning mirth from his padawan, "Now would you like to lead us in our mediation?"

Hesitancy blooms again, but like a sharp discordant note.

"It’s different Master. I still follow the Code, but I just..."

"Calm," Obi-Wan reminds her, "I have no doubt, but do not be fearful to share what you are."

"It’s mine and Rocou’s," Tae’sie whispers, "It’s how we make sense of... Of it all."

Obi-Wan could not begin to imagine how they saw the galaxy, but any glimpse in would only help him better teach her.

"I would be honored if you shared it."

He hears her breathe in deeply before exhaling slowly and begins,

"There is emotion and there is peace. There is ignorance and there is knowledge. There is passion and there is serenity. There is chaos and there is harmony... There is death, there is the Force."

Her mantra was not wrong, only another way to see the galaxy. For all those things existed, but the Jedi strove to be above them in a way that they could express and spread the compassion and knowledge they could. But for two who felt everything, that sense the most minute changes and were entangled in the currents of the Force, it made sense to admit to the vices and virtues of life. It was a fact and only the resolve of the person could direct them.

Listening to Tae’sie as she repeats the mantra Obi-Wan calmly sinks into a deeper state than they had done together and finds them back where their bond meets, but within the nexus, a space of braided colored light.

Within the space, emotions and memories flit back and forth in an unhurried state.

Permission is granted to him to look around, though he had not asked, but in reaching out for a memory Obi-Wan finds it’s full of anger focused at the pirates from Tatooine, something deeper to it swirling around it and leaving him concern for why. Letting go, Obi-Wan glances at another memory, this time of Tae’sie jumping in front of a group of troopers and defending them. Smiling at her selflessness he finds something familiar and unfamiliar calling to him and finds another memory of Tatooine, this one of the cold dread she must have sensed, one that was connected in a knotted way to the emotions and memories of her fight with Ventress where fear, pain, and triumph mixed unevenly around that memory.

With deep-seated disappointment in the other man, Obi-Wan assigns the image of Count Dooku to that moment and experiences the otherworldly and startling sensation of Tae’sie filing away the personalize aura of the Count.

Stepping back in a way and looking around the wide array of emotions he searches for Tae’sie’s special aura, a gale wind with the vibrancy and tenacious of wildflowers. She comes to him easily and they center themselves in the middle of the space as a stream of emotions and memories begins to trickle down between them, Tae’sie organizing and letting go of the wild emotions.

She tries not to pause at every small piece, every stray thought, but she does acknowledge them in some way, before coming to an understanding of what happen.

But for some, for the worst of what she experienced today, it was hard for her to let go. Those emotions slip from her loose grip spilling around them, scattering the scenes everywhere, merging and bleeding into one another.

He brushes against the hold until she clutches it tightly. As she does he gently reminds her that the intensity of what she felt was not wrong, but also that it did not control her. That she – we – were more than their emotions. That how she was defining them was what was important. That wanting to do more was valid, but focusing only on things smaller or bigger than themselves would quickly spiral out and overwhelm them.

Softly nudging her to settle he waits for her to understand. Eventually the space around them relaxes and smooths out, and ever slowly, she turns her cupped hold forward and pours out a stream of light, a stream that gleamed in the space with understanding, with remembering that she did what she could and that was the most important aspect of it all. That she knew now and knew what more she could do.

Smiling at the Cody-like advice he adds his own, one he could agree with from Qui-Gon. That centering on the mistakes of the past and the anxieties of the future was crippling. She should keep her concentration where it matters the most, the here and now. Her focus of that would help determine her path forward.

'It won’t be easy.' Tae’sie impresses upon him. Not in anger or arrogance, just a simple but heavy fact.

'No, but you will not be alone. Focus on that and draw strength from it. Draw peace from it. Draw knowledge from it.' Obi-Wan encourages her.

'I will, but it’s all so much Master Kenobi.'

'It is my padawan, but we cannot lose sight of the bigger picture. Acknowledging the all things and thoughts are perfectly alright, but we cannot allow that to disrupt us. If we do not let them go, they will swell uncontrollably.'

The need to fight that undeniably truth swells from Tae’sie only to crumple and pout as she realizes that it was true.

'My dear padawan, do not worry. Remember to take a moment to center yourself and know that I’m here at present, as are you, and we are okay. That Anakin and Ahsoka are okay and that the men are too.'

She agrees, but sorrow begins to rain around them,

'They’re gone.' She whispers to herself, almost blending into her distress of the lives lost today.

'I know Tae’sie. But they are not gone.'

'No, they’re ... Marching away?' She asks questioningly, confused on where that phrase had come from.

His amusement at her confusion settles something and with it Obi-Wan uses it as a teaching moment, letting her know it’s is a phrase said for the deceased that follow Mando’ade culture. Also that his knowledge came from a year spent protecting a prominent Mandalorian during his padawanship.

'Yes. They are marching far away in the embrace of the Force.'

Settling more they pull themselves back from the deep mediation on a bittersweet note, but overall a weight had been lifted around them. And with it Obi-Wan had more clarity of how to approach Tae’sie’s training.

Qui-Gon could and would breeze through life guided thoroughly by the Living Force in an effortless way, and theoretical the same principals applied to Tae’sie. But with her added strength in that discipline it flowed through and around her like a storm compared to the ever-changing breeze of Qui-Gon. She experienced all that life and the Force could give and take away instead of the few threads Qui-Gon used as a shield and weapon, shrugging off that which was a bothered to most, but came easy to him, his trust fully in the Force and justifying his actions.

Mostly.

But Tae’sie had a strong sense of practicality that did and didn’t conflict with what Obi-Wan knew of those endowed with the Living Force. He would certainly have to help her compartmentalize, but from there it should be somewhat easier to handle the pressures of her gift.

"How are you?" He asks quietly.

"Better. You Master?"

"Much better as well. Thank you for asking," And slowly opening his eyes he looks at her and can see her brow knitted in thought and her eyes heavy with sleep, "But I think some tea might make a good end to this first deep mediation."

He didn’t have a wide variety at the moment, but he’s sure he must have something she cared for. 

Tae’sie perks up at the mention of tea, "That would be perfect since I brought extra tea from our rooms with me," And adding slyly, "One box of each actually."

Obi-Wan refuses to admit that he may have rushed with Tae’sie over to her room, but in seeing her pull back the lid of the crate to find the top layer of just tea boxes like hidden contraband he might tell the truth a bit.

"You are a literal star, my darling," He tells her sincerely as she giggles, "Would you like to take one of these with you to latemeal?"

"I don't need to," Tae’sie says as she reaches in to grab a tea box, "To eat latemeal." She explains.

"Ah right, desert species." Obi-Wan reminds himself.

"Yep, every two to three days at the longest. I’ll eat something tomorrow."

"Helix must be disgruntled about that."

"He was muttering something about it on Christophsis," She grins lightly before it falls and she says quietly, "Also I ... I think I just want to be alone now."

"I understand," Obi-Wan tragically did more than he could ever explain, but she wasn’t pushing him away yet so he will offer what he can for her comfort, "But let us at least have a cup of tea."

Smiling lightly again she looks up to him with a brave face and nods, "Yes, I think that will help a little."

Obi-Wan quickly retrieves his kettle and two cups to bring back and in the meantime of him readying the teas, her kopi tea and his honeycup chai, Tae’sie takes hair down. She sits in the middle of the floor and combs out her hair with a wide tooth comb until sits in a fluffy mass almost surrounding her. That’s when the short piece of the cloak makes a reappearance, looking much cleaner than before, as she ties it over her head like a cloth headband yet it covers most of her head, pushing her hair back.

Taking her cup as he passes it to her, Tae’sie bringing it up to her nose and breathes in the sweet scent but does not drink it. Obi-Wan can tell she’s thinking hard about something and waits for her to find the words for it.

"Is there anything that the clones do after?" She whispers, "That we do anything for them? For the ones we lost?"

Sitting down on the floor once more with his own cup Obi-Wan reaches out and Tae’sie takes the mental hand hold readily, "They have a ceremony, Remembrances, and speak the words I shared with you before, but in their entirety. After that they will recite the names of our fallen before retelling anecdotes to kep their memories alive."

Lips pulling into a taunt grimace and brow furrowing, Tae’sie grips her cup as she asks,

"Each time?"

"Every time."

He answers solemnly and Tae’sie closes her eyes, but not before Obi-Wan saw how they filled with pain like the sorrow that was hollowing her out now. Nothing could be done for it so he just holds onto the link they have and soothes the bond.

"It sounds like something the Arri do," She says after a time, "Names are collected over the year and during the transition to the new year and the full moons of Ter and Nal Hue we recite the names, letting them free to be at peace to wander through freely and not to be chained to where they passed." She tells him softly, her hands holding her cup loosely now.

After that she’s quiet again, both of them sipping at their tea until they finally finish. Obi-Wan takes the cups and begins to clean them out in the small sink of the kitchenette when Tae’sie speaks up again,

"Is there anything I can do or that I shouldn’t when the clones are in mourning."

"It follows the standard for a funeral practice in solemnness. If you are worried you can ask Cody before we start. With everything having happened we’ve planned for the assembly to be tomorrow."

Surprise jolts through him from the bond and Obi-Wan turns to his surprised padawan as she gaps at him,

"They want us there?"

"They do." Making sure to put as much validity as he can into his voice and presence, letting her know how honored and seen the clones felt when he would attend and share stories of his own of their brothers.

The shock eases from her and her lips lift into a faint smile punctuated by the tenderness now surrounding her.

"Okay. If they want me there I will be there."

Cody blinks harder, but nope, the tiny glowing nat-born is still there.

Why is there a cadet on my ship?

He had gotten to the mess hall purely on muscle memory alone, exhausted from leaving the Resolute early into the morning cycle and only sleeping another hour after before his alarm woke him. He was now waiting for his first of many, though regulated, cups of caf from one of the troopers on kitchen duty. And honestly five to six cups a day isn’t bad, he wasn’t Fox. But as such Cody didn’t really have the mental power this early, without adrenaline or caffeine, to figure out why —

Right. New commander. I agreed to this.

"Commander."

The smell of cheap caf hits his nose and it is the most beautiful thing in the galaxy right now. Turning to the trooper, Axel, he nods his head in thanks as he takes the steaming mug, steps out of line, and turns back to the front of the line to see Commander Ah’Dallir wandering, a bit wrong-footed, as she tries to keep herself in line. But she keeps hip-checking the tray holder as she shuffles along, eyes full-closed or squinting, and overcompensating as she staggers back.

She was fully dress, lightsaber on her clip, and her hair out of the style from yesterday and done back in six braids today, the length of which almost reached her calves. But being put together didn’t mean fully awake to which he was a testament to.

Taking pity on Tae’sie after she knocks the tray holder again and almost stumbles backwards, only to glare at it like it was the center of all evil, Cody takes a long drag of his caf and moves to intercept her. His Vode move out of the way as he walks over to her and Cody realizes that there was a bit of a loose crowd, which was mildly understandable as Tae’sie was a new jetii and was only seen rarely in the pass thirty-two hours since she arrived. It was also probably the reason the mess was so quiet all of a sudden, their command’ika made quite the impression like all Jedi do. Though likely the main thing now was her sleepily state.

Placing his free hand on the commander’s shoulder he turns her gently away from her chromed nemesis, only for all the tension in her shoulders to drop as she purrs happily and turns to pitch forward to head-butt his cuirass with a dull thud and just stays there.

And it was like he's caught in a strong summer breeze and... and something that makes him think of that meadow he saw once that was full of all types of colorful plants. It was a wonderful sight to see after a long grueling battle on whatever planet they had just protected.

It takes a moment for Cody to even register what happened, but the dead silence of the mess hall does its part to highlighted the situation he's stuck in and the odd mix of emotions he's processing slowly on half a cup of caf. But other more awake Vode have no issues seeing this for what it is, and someone’s even brave enough to coo at the sight. Having to set an example, Cody turns around to see who did that, unconscious but gently tightening his protective hold on his command’ika's shoulder so she wouldn’t be jostled too much. But before he could figure out who they're saved by the general's timely arrival.

"Well this is certainly a sight." The warmth to his left says happily.

Turning his head in the opposite direction, Cody see General Kenobi looking down at Tae’sie with the softest expression he had seen to date, his smile unrestrained from the trappings of having to look the part of something else.

"I think she's asleep sir."

"No, just very drowsy," And looking towards him Cody is given a glimpse of his general's own sleep rumbled expression, eyes half-lidded and a shade darker with a sense of tiredness still clinging to him, "I take it much of yesterday has taken a lot out of you, hasn’t it Tae’sie." He questions her.

A near silent yawn is the answer, but he feels – for some reason – that she’s actually answering somewhat affirmatively. 

It certainly brings some amusement to General Kenobi as he emits more warmth and his lips lift up more, "I’ll get our meals. If she's still stuck I’ll come help you then." He says giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking around them.

"My Jedi in a flowing cloak." Cody says dryly as he watches him go to stand in line.

A wild little laugh shakes the man and he looks back with a wide grin and eyes dazzling with mirth, "Always my dear."

The heat is almost unbearable at that point, just like it was on Christophsis, and Cody can't tell where it's coming from only that he should probably stop staring after his general. Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head – one that is definitely needed – Cody looks away, but still hears another chuckle from his general.

"That just kriffing adorable." 

Head snapping to the vod that said that he sees Waxer and Boil walking pass with their own trays, Waxer looking complete alight with joy while Boil looked as disgruntled as always.

"Language." Both he and Boil say.

Though Boil punctuates it with a slap to the back of Waxer's very bald head, which makes an impressive sound that has Tae’sie unhappy. Cody levels a before-caf glare in response at the trooper and Boil at least has the decency to look minimally bothered by it. He was definitely going to need to set him straight in drills... If he remembers, he's so tired right now.

When General Kenobi reappears, its with another soft smile as he maneuvers Tae’sie away, placing an arm around her shoulder and shepherding her to one of the smaller tables along the wall where three trays sat out and another cup of caf. Following along readily, Cody slides into the seat in front of the caf, downs the last of his first cup, and starting slower on his next one as the warmth around him pulses and shifts from sunlight to a breeze and back again as he starts on his rations.

As he eats quietly he listens to the frankly adorable one-sided conversation General Kenobi was having with Tae’sie about their plans today – answering with different tuned hums as she lightly pokes as her porridge – asking what she wanted to do with the next thirty hours of leave that the general procured for them in Tatooine space.

Something about this, about them all simply sitting here like this, feels different to Cody even though he doesn't have much to compare it to. But he knows that there’s a sort of rightness to it, whatever this nebulous thing is in his chest, that it was a good thing. Cody didn't know why exactly yet, but whatever it was it just rang true that everything about this war, his Vode, his aliit, and the jetiise – his jetiise – would be alright in the end.