Just here for the clones.

Good Cop Bad Cop / Bad Cop Worse Cop

Requested by @rooksunday - palette #4 - Fox, Maul, Din, and Grogu - The Importance of a Kitchen

Pretty soon most of the clones figured out that they could say things in Mando’a if they didn’t want their jedi to know (e.g.: complaining about their recent missions, gossiping about the Jedi, etc)

*in the Coruscant clone barracks mess hall*

Waxer *in Mando’a*: “oh my stars, why do the jedi just throw themselves around so recklessly?”

Cody *also in Mando’a*: “seriously, i have to work so hard keeping Obi Wan from jumping in to stop every fight he sees. It’s so tiring.”

Rex: “at least your Jedi stays with you, half the time i don’t even know where Anakin and Ahsoka are, let alone what they are doing.”

Cody: “yes, but they have each other. Obi Wan tried to fistfight a commando droid after he lost his lightsaber. Its an absolute nightmare trying to keep him from dying.”

Obi wan, who has been standing behind them the entire time *in perfect Mando’a*: “really Cody, it’s rather rude to speak ill of someone in a different language, i expected better from you.”

Cody *pales rapidly*: “…”

Summary: Obi Wan and Cody know how to handle it when things go awry. But when a mission leads to an accidental kiss, Both Cody and Obi Wan must deal with the awakened desire they ignored for the greater good.

Care Like Yours - Leapingbadger - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt:

“If you would be so kind, Commander. Would you please shoot the kriffin…”

“You really want to take that tone with me, General?” Cody bit back over the sound of traffic and rushing air.

Obi Wan harrumphed. “Apologies Cody. I just…” he swerved the speeder into oncoming traffic to avoid the horde of bounty hunters chasing them, “…didn’t expect this outcome and would appreciate some of your....” He careened past a building, missing it by inches before finding his voice again, “…well placed sharp shooting skills…”

Cody laughed and leaned backwards in his seat, his blaster resting on the headrest before sending a red bolt ricochetting off the moving speeder behind them. “Really, Sir? I always expect this outcome when you’re involved.”

Obi Wan gave him a withering look. Cody held his gaze through the visor of his helmet, he wasn’t scared of his General, until Obi Wan smirked and while still looking at him, jammed the lever of the controls forward, sending them straight down in a spiral through the hypnotizing layers of coruscant traffic.

Cody left his stomach topside, along with his nerves. Obi Wan yanked back on the controls again and they leveled out, diving in and out of other speeding traffic with a fluidity only available to a Force user, before coming to a sharp stop down a low-lit alley, littered with trash and half dismantled droids.

Cody was about to complain loudly, when Obi Wan pressed his finger to his lips and shook his head as his eyes searched above. He waved his hand vaguely as another speeder, occupied by at least three bounty hunters, passed right overhead. A rhodian with a few missing teeth leaned over the side, looking directly into Obi Wan’s bright blue eyes. Obi Wan waved his hand once more and the bounty hunter shrugged and pointed his comrades in another direction.

Only when they were fully out of sight did Obi Wan relax in his chair and brush his hand through his hair. “Well, that was a rather exciting jaunt, wasn’t it?”

“That’s not what I’d call it, General.” Cody grumbled as he hopped out of the speeder, his desire to be as far away from Obi Wan at the controls as possible. His legs felt a little wobbly underneath him. “I think I’ll walk back.”

Obi Wan chuckled and shook his head. “How you wound me, Cody. I thought we did rather well. Are you cross because I was short with you?”

“It’ll take more than that to make me cross, Sir.”

Obi Wan smirked at him, his arm casually spread out behind the back of Cody’s vacant seat as he lounged and huffed out a breath.

“Well, I’m glad for it. It may not have been the cleanest mission, but I imagine it was less disruptive than if Anakin had gotten his way.”

“That we can agree on, Sir.”

Obi Wan smiled and shook his head again. “How many years has it been now, Commander?”

“Two years, thirty-six days…by the standard galactic calendar, anyway.”

“Then perhaps we can drop the ‘Sir’ now?”

Cody sighed and rolled his eyes, pulling off his helmet and resting it on his hip. “We’ve discussed this…General. I have to set an example for the men.”

“I wholeheartedly agree, Cody, when we are in mixed company. But alas, we are alone, and you have more than earned the right to treat me as an equal.”

“I do, Obi Wan.”

“Only when I’m being sassy, I fear.”

Cody laughed and threw his bucket in his empty seat, leaning over the side of the speeder. “When aren’t you sassy, General?”

Obi Wan snickered and sighed. “Insubordination, Commander.” He replied with a grin.

“Only on very rare occasions, Sir.”

Obi Wan shook his head again and took a deep breath. “Very well. I’ll keep trying,  I suppose.”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t, General.”

Obi Wan hopped out of the speeder. “Come on, you. We’ll let things calm down for a few hours before we make out way back to the surface. May I interest you in some dinner? There’s a rather lovely spot nearby with the most amazing Felucian hot pot.”

Cody paused before nodding. He grabbed his helmet from the speeder. “Beats GAR rations, Sir.”

your wish is my command @drowninginmytbr!! (I hope it's okay I'm tagging you I'll remove you ofc if you want)

it's also just a quick sketch but ahh

Obi-Wan dropped it again and Cody took it with him for "safe-keeping"

Here’s another round l! They’re in love 🥰 these ones get a bit goofier hehe

Commander Thorn had been stationed on the wretched planet long enough to see how the rich and beautiful built their lives on the backs of the poor. One of the many reasons why he and his squad were patrolling the grimy alleys of the red-light district, on the lookout for a thief.

“Sir… The trail is going cold,” Bartass growled, glancing over his shoulder at the main street. Thorn had fought alongside the other soldier since the war began and considered him his closest friend in the Coruscant Guard. “The cameras aren’t showing any suspicious activity.”

Thorn thoughtfully reviewed the video footage on his HUD. Their target was a cunning thief. Milra Tezor had been involved in petty pickpocketing at several casinos. Stealing Senator Povrir Zox’s access keys appeared to be her first major job for one of the syndicates. A heist that could quickly cost her her life if the Guard’s squads got their hands on her. “Our contact was clear. She’s here,” Thorn replied; but couldn’t help frowning.

Cody, looking ashamed: I'm sorry i let you down, General...

I wish I had more sketches UGH 🤧

Masterlist | Ao3 Series

Title: "mirrors start to whisper (shadows start to sing)"

Prompts: "I'm worried about you." Missing Time | Dissociation (21) | Mind Control (29)

Fandom: Star Wars - The Clone Wars

Characters: Fox & Tal (Coruscant Guard's medic), Tal & Kix

Add. Tags: (Post-)Bio Chip ARC, Fives dies, Memory Loss, Fox Whump

Note: I really like this one. One day there will be a long fic dealing with the medics and the bio chip thing. It is already in the making.

@juneofdoom

After Fox kills Fives, the memory disappears into a familiar fog. Tal, the CMO of the Coruscant Guard, has been suspicious about the happenings for a while now.