Yeah so it’s been a while for this.
Honestly this year has been well a year … not a good year, lets just put it that way.
I’ve got a lot of stuff to do with Advent, and trying to get back into a writing gig … trying.
So here’s the beginning of a story I’ve been working on for well two years now (thought not sure I count this year!)
I’m hoping to get back focused and keep this going, but do not expect weekly updates – this will be sporadic.
PS: The title of the story is from the song that inspired this fic
“How is he doing?” Cody kept his gaze on his sleeping General. He was concerned at the length of time Obi-Wan was under. The man needed sleep, but he knew what drugs could do long term damage, especially on a Force Sensitive.
Snap, the 212th’s medic, checked the General’s vitals. “For the first time since I’ve corralled him into the Medbay, all of his wounds are healing. I’ve made sure someone is here with him at all times. Especially those he’s close with. Wooley has been reading some history of a dead civilization to him, I’m sure when he wakes up he’ll geek out over the whole thing. Boil bitches at him about Waxer’s tooka, and of course Waxer brings said tooka who likes to curl against the General and purr, which I noticed calms him down.”
“Waxer has a tooka?” Cody gave the medic a side-eye
“I have no idea, but the supposed tooka is helping keep the General calm.” Snap returned the side-eye. “Crys rambles about what’s going on the ship. Longshot, likes to do those cadet coloring books while just being here. Opera has taken to singing a variety of popular songs and some lullabies. And yesterday I caught Gregor napping, he kept his hand on the General’s arm, just so he knew he was here.”
“Any word from your fellow medics?” Cody set his bucket on the table next to the bed, then settled in the chair taking his cyare hand. It felt so small, fragile. Yet he knew the power those hands wheeled, had seen him wipe out clankers, with just a wave.
“The 104th, 91st, and 327th, have checked in. And from what I’ve heard, Wolffe is in full growly mode, Bly is in hyper aware mode, and the amount of caf Ponds is drinking isn’t healthy.”
Cody couldn’t help the small smile. “The 501st?”
“I couldn’t get a hold of Kix, but I know he was working double time on the de-chipping program, especially as half the unit went with Rex and Commander Tano.” Snap sighed, setting his datapad down, and looked at their leader.
He was more than just the Field Marshall Commander of the GAR, he led the Vod. Some had taken to calling him Vod’alor, their version of the Mand’alor. Though so far no one had called him that to his face, Cody wasn’t quite ready for that announcement. At the moment keeping everything under the GAR hierarchy was likely leaving him in a steady state, and Snap wasn’t going to upset the precious balance.
“How will you wake him up?” Cody ran a hand over the dull red hair.
It had been vibrant when they first saw the General. It had been such a unique color, that it caught everyone’s attention. In the past three years, Cody had watched Obi-Wan lose weight he didn’t have, become more withdrawn, tired to the point of beyond exhaustion, and on an edge no one wanted him to cross.
Snap gave Cody a half smile. “The plan is not to wake him up until we’re secured in the new location. You will need to be there when he wakes up, I’ll be back up.”
They might want to bring in the tooka just in case. The General wouldn’t do anything to hurt an innocent creature, and if they just had Waxer sitting nearby with the tooka, or better yet sitting in his lap … the tooka not Waxer … he liked the annoying git he kept Boil under control, and didn’t want the Commander doing damage.
As his medic, Snap knew more about the General than most of the Vod. He had access to medical files that had been horrifying and had him contacting the Jedi Healers to make sure he had the right files.
Healer Bant Eerin had been the most insightful, and the two conspired from the beginning to better feed and water one High General. It was her notes that gave him the right amount of sedatives that wouldn’t hurt the Jetii.
When she asked why, Snap had a nice long lunch with her at Dex’s, the Vods favorite let’s talk in private place. Dex loved Obi-Wan and would never betray him. Though he gave them fair warning, if at any point anything they were conspiring would hurt the Jetii, they would be dealing with him.
No one dared cross him.
“Healer Bant has left Coruscant, with medical supplies and from the last communication she picked up a few tagalongs, ones she trusts, a few may be batch mates with the General. She is on the way to the rendezvous point.” Snap ran a hand along his face, he was tired, all of them were tired.
“Crechemates.” Cody stated, not looking at the medic, his focus on Obi-Wan. “They were raised together in the Jetii creche. I wonder which ones, I know General’s Luminera and Vos are two of them, along with the Jetii Medic, not sure who the others were.”
“Last I checked, Ponds was dealing with Gree, who works with General Luminera. I could contact him, see if there is any information.”
The General shifted, hands jerking in his sleep as if trying to get away from an unknown threat. Cody gently took his hands, kissing them softly. “It’s okay cyar’ika you are safe here.” He kept muttering soft words, a few in Mand’o, until he calmed and went back into a restful slumber. “I hate to leave him, but there’s still so much to do.”
“Waxer and his not tooka are due in a few moments.” Snap gave him a half smile, ignoring Cody’s eyeroll, just before he slipped on his bucket. “I’ve got watch, Commander, no one is getting to him, not while I’m alive.”
As he left, Waxer was coming down the hallway with a bright orange tooka, he tried to hide it behind his back, but the tail was sticking out the side, and the ears over his shoulder. Cody ignored them and headed for the bridge.
“We made it!” Waxer whispered to the animal, and just before the Medic door closed. “Don’t tell him about your sister.”
Cody sighed, took calm breaths the last thing he needed to worry about was a tooka or three. He knew Obi-Wan had a soft spot for Waxer, ever since Umbara. It was the moment that sealed the deal for the 212th and especially Ghost, that they would do whatever it took to protect their General, as he did the same for them.
Very cute!