Space Trash and Jedi Feelings

@codywanweek day three: keldabe

This was not worth all the time i spent on it. 😩

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

this assessment is not one of the many canceled or postponed during the war

which means that when Ahsoka is abruptly deployed dirtside along with her Master, Grandmaster, and the 501st, she had to scramble to find an appropriate babysitter for her sack of flour

desperate, she tossed it to Commander Cody, who was staying aboard the Negotiator to oversee the campaign, with only a frantic list of the required steps to take care of it while she was gone

when she returns several days later, Cody has painted the sack 212th gold and constructed a sling to carry it around on his front while he keeps his hands free for work

judging by the rank pins attached to the front, the sack of flour is now a lieutenant

once Obi-Wan's heart eyes abate enough, though, it becomes clear to him that Cody and the 212th troopers have not understood that the sack of flour is not, in fact, a literal Jedi tubie

and none of the Jedi or their siblings in the 501st have the heart to correct them, so they let them keep the thing, stomping on the feet of anyone who tries to ask too many questions about their new mascot

once the war ends, Obi-Wan discreetly replaces the sack with a Jedi chrecheling in the middle of the night, having resigned himself to raising another too-young-Padawan

I LOVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE JEDI EXCEPT ORDER 66. I love a great many things about the Jedi and I have posted a lot about them, as you’re going to see, from the aesthetics to how much fun they are to their connection to the Force and how fascinating that is to explore.  They’re so incredibly extra, I mean, LOOK AT THIS GUY, THIS IS AWESOME:

I love how in touch he is with himself, his body and his mind and the Force, that he moves with such lethal grace and power and precision.  This is someone who has worked his entire life to have mastery over himself and his skills, this is someone who has a near unbreakable will, someone who can smile gently just as genuinely as he can righteously, angrily cut someone in half, someone who isn’t meant to be perfect, but who is good.  Obi-Wan Kenobi is the epitome of the perfect Jedi not because he’s an emotionless robot or whatever (he’s really, really not, not at any point in any of the movies or tv shows, just look at Ewan McGregor’s face at any point and you’ll see emotion all over it) but because he follows their teachings, he’s applied them to his life, he’s become an even better person by weaving them into his very bones. And that’s the big reason I love the Jedi is because they were so damn good. They devoted their lives to the Force and to compassion for other beings in the galaxy.  Their entire purpose was to seek further understanding this energy that bound the entire universe together, that familiar sense of warmth, of belonging, of finding themselves part of an endless lattice of connections that held them and everything else. I loved that the Jedi were just as dedicated to helping as many people as they could.  They weren’t soldiers, but they would give up themselves to become that because that’s what the galaxy asked of them, they were willing to not only die to save others’ lives, but to make hard decisions that benefited so many more people than just themselves.  They mourned, they took moments to feel that grief, but then did what they must. They fell into Palpatine’s trap not because they were corrupt (one of my favorite things about the propaganda book is that it is exceedingly clear about the corruption in the Republic, the lack of care for the people it was supposed to help, it was very much about calling people out, and yet was very, very clear about the Jedi were never part of that rotting from the inside out) but because they were willing to do what they felt needed to be done to help the entire galaxy. I love the Jedi because their teachings of mindfulness are analogous to therapy, that they’re beneficial (if you actually apply them), I love that attachment isn’t equal to love, but to the idea of being unable to accept things as they are. That, “the Jedi also value mindfulness, acceptance, and compassion, all of which have been shown to help people with various psychological disorders, such as anxiety, depression, and posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), chronic pain, substance addictions, and other disorders.” That, “just as Jedi get in tune with the Force, those who are intrinsically spiritual come to appreciate the great variety of life and endeavor to serve others.” That the Jedi promote self-discipline because it’s beneficial to the self, but also because they are very much aware of their ability to hurt other people if they don’t control themselves.  This is why Depa teaches Caleb that his feelings are valuable and should not be suppressed, but learn to control them before they control you.  This is why the Jedi know the dark side is dangerous (and it is) not because anger, hate, suffering, cruelty, selfishness should be denied, but instead that they are to be understood about ourselves, that they’re necessary as part of living beings, but you should let go of them when you’ve worked through them, that’s what “balance” means. I love the Jedi because they are an intrinsically motivated religion (slash-culture) in a galaxy that is all too often extrinsically motivated.   I love the Jedi because, even when the entire galaxy turned on them and lied about them and twisted their image, they remained faithful and good.  Obi-Wan’s entire world burned into ash, helped along by the person he loved most, and he still remained “the bedrock of all good”, because that’s the person his Jedi foundations allowed him to be.  I love the Jedi because they weren’t doormats, they did what they must, but they were also willing to forgive when it was genuinely asked for–Anakin kills all of Yoda’s grandkids and he still almost feels sorry for him when Vader explodes with loneliness after Obi-Wan dies.  He and Obi-Wan still welcomed Anakin back and helped him over to the other side when he died.  Or sometimes, even when it wasn’t asked for. I love the Jedi because they’re a bunch of super awesome BABES, because their aesthetics are gorgeous, because they’re hilarious and fun, because they’re cool, but most of all because: The Jedi strove to be the best people they could be, internally and externally. In other words:  #JEDI SQUAD FOR LIFE

“Here’s the thing about the Force — maybe it’s just my interpretation of it, but I thought it was something George [Lucas] told us back on The Phantom Menace: There was no light [versus] dark side of the Force. The dark side is part of the Force. What keeps it in balance is saying no to it, allowing it to do what it does, to warn and to frighten and to guide us through our dark emotions, and then you’re using all of the Force, not just one little piece, which is where the dark side always goes wrong. But what [the Jedi are] calling the light side is the entirety of the Force.”

And Cody's all confused like "what gave you that impression"

And so anakin calls obi over and displays his hand just to be met with "anakin that's our wedding band we're married"

"When the fuck did you get married?!" *Whispers* "what about the council!!"

*codywan communication look* (you know the one)

And then they're like "my guy we've been married for two years. You were there. You sobbed and gave a weird-ass-but-sweet speech."

"Bbut the code!"

[Confusion frame]

"Literally nothing in the code forbids marriage and relationships, just unhealthy attachment. We got married in the temple gardens. The council officiated the ceremony."

"... you seriously don't remember any of this????"

An IGMHC Outtake

There’s a crowd in the training salle on deck 45. Troopers of all generations trying to be inconspicuous, training themselves. And doing a kriffing bad job of it. The shinies are the worst of the lot, just standing there frozen and gawking.

Wooley is embarrassed on their behalf and checks the stop watch. 30 minutes.

“He’s way better at this than you are,” he comments quietly, not wanting to disturb the Commander’s concentration.

Yellow eyes flick to him and back to Commander Cody. “He is, isn’t he,” Obi-Wan sighs, sounding amused and soft. “Mind, he’s spared from the whims of the Force—“

Wooley doesn’t even have to look to know the Commander’s shirt has dropped a little bit more. It’s all apparent in the intense gaze and the blush that’s slowly forming on Obi-Wan’s face. Wooley wants to poke it. He could, without losing the hand, which is weird. And kind of awesome. Poking a Sith and living to tell the tale. If everything works out, he should add that to his CV.

35 minutes.

“He’s in control of his body in absolute,” Obi-Wan murmurs, more to himself than Wooley.

“You’re drooling.”

“It seems to be the case, yes.”

He is so proud of Obi-Wan’s self-awareness.

45 minutes.

“My ass is numb. How long until he wins the bet?”

Commander Cody does a push-up on the one hand, re-adjusting his body to keep the balance while preventing his joints from lock-up. Show-off.

The blush intensifies. “5 minutes ago,” Obi-Wan says absentmindedly, shifting himself.

“Yeah, okay, time to clear the room.”

Especially when Commander Cody wipes the sweat from his face with his shirt and starts smirking at Obi-Wan in triumph.

Obi-Wan slowly grins back, slides onto his knees, and forces Wooley to act immediately. Stars damn it.

My goodness I was just lazy sketching this rainy Sunday evening, and I JUST HAD TO SHARE CODY

JEDI CODY AU

"We're just clones, sir. We're meant to be expendable."

"Not to me."