#obiisatooka

A tooka he may be, but he’s still a General and a Councillor. He still has a war to fight.

Obi-Wan is definitely in this situation on purpose. He absolutely meant to fight Ventress while he’s twenty times smaller and only able to wield his lightsaber with his mouth. Yup. Not at all an accident. Cody’s going to kill him.

“I can feel your presence General,” Ventress calls, “Why don’t you come out and face me? Are you still recovering from whatever had you out of the field? Are you afraid?”

No, he thinks, I’m just the size of a tuber. He hunches down, hackles rising. If he can just surprise her… there. She’s right above him.

Obi-Wan launches himself out of his crate, lightsaber flicking on with a clench of his jaw. He’s so close when he feels himself pulled to a sudden stop, hovering in midair. He can’t help it, he lets out a disappointed and very embarrassing whine.

Ventress circles him, eyes raking over his too small body, “It can’t be. General Kenobi, you’re so… small.”

He yowls, wiggling his paws uselessly.

“And ridiculous,” there’s laughter in her voice, “By the Force, look at those tiny paws. You have your ‘sabre in your mouth Kenobi, and you expect me to take you seriously? Is this a ploy? Because if so it’s working. I can’t hurt a tooka. Especially not one as cute as you.”

She boops his nose. The indignity! He may be confined in this body but he is still a General of the Republic! The Negotiator! A… oh she’s very good at giving scratches. Maybe he can just take a minute to enjoy it before he finds a way out of this. Yes, that wouldn’t be so bad.

“You are just the cutest.”

A series of explosions echoes through the base and Obi-Wan twists in the air. Where did those come from? Is that his men? It’s only a little embarrassing to need to be rescued. Another explosion sounds, this one much closer. He feels his men’s presences drawing closer.

A third explosion sends a wave of heat over Obi-Wan’s fur as the far wall ceases to exist and the 212th pours through.

“Get away from my General,” Cody snaps, blaster in hand.

“Your General? How cute. Well,” her hand disappears from his head and Obi-Wan whines, “I must be going. Better move fast if you want to catch your General before he hits the floor.”

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Cody dives forward, hands closing around his General as Ventress disappears into the night. He curses internally. At least Obi-Wan seems mostly unharmed, if a little disgruntled. Good, that means Cody can yell at him.

He raises the General to his face, so he can look into his eyes, “And what have I said about wandering off?”

The General squeaks, twitching his tiny ears. Around them, the 212th works on stabilizing the building and pursuing Ventress. They leave The General Scolding to Cody.

“You have to stay with the group,” he continues, “No matter how shiny anything is or how cute you think the children are. Stay. With. The. Group.”

Obi-Wan sends an impression of resigned apology, whining when Cody keeps staring at him. He waits another few seconds before giving in, and placing the General on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re alright, General,” he says quietly, “But please never do that again. You can’t fight like this.”

A frustrated growl rumbles through Obi-Wan’s tiny body and he turns in a tight circle before settling down again and curling into a ball. The message is clear. He’s annoyed with his tiny body and Cody’s rules. Well, that’s probably fair.

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Obi-Wan observes Ahsoka’s The Force and it’s Philosophy 5 class from his place between the peaks of her montrols. The current topic is one of his favourites, What is the Force?.

That’s the Yertrt Model of the Force, not the Corillian, he sends, looking over Ahsoka’s datapad.

Did Skyguy ever take this class? Ahsoka asks, correcting her answer.

No, Anakin quit after Force and Philosophy 2. He thought it was boring. He took AstroMech all the way up to 8 instead.

Ahsoka hums thoughtfully, sending a wave of fond exasperation at her Master to him. Obi-Wan sends the impression of a shrug back. Anakin would have benefited from in depth lessons on the Force but forcing him would’ve only made his resentment grow. Probably.

“Padawan Tano,” Master Windu stops in front of her desk, “Not everyone has a grandmaster on their head feeding them answers. Give Obi-Wan to me, and get on with your work.”

Ahsoka huffs but complies. She scoops Obi-Wan off her head and hands him to Mace.

You are a dirty cheater, Mace tells him, placing him on his shoulder.

Ahsoka simply makes use of the resources she has at her disposal.

Dirty. Cheater. Mace reiterates, You are giving her bad habits.

Obi-Wan will maintain to the day he dies that this situation is not his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have touched the stone, but Tracker knocked it off the pedestal so what was he supposed to do? If he’d let it break maybe they would all be in the situation he’s in.

You see, Obi-Wan Kenobi has been transformed into a tooka. A tiny subspecies of tooka in fact, putting him significantly closer to the ground than usual. (Shut up, Anakin).

Tracker had scooped him out of his robes and carried him on his shoulder, all the way back to base. Though he’d never admit it, it was kind of nice. Tracker was warm.

He’d been poked and prodded for hours, until eventually Helix (reluctantly) had to declare him perfectly healthy. Cody had dropped him off in his quarters with strict instructions to stay there. And he had! But after two hours of silence, unable to do anything but lie where Cody left him he’s fed up. It doesn’t take much effort to scrabble his way up the wall and into the vent.

He doesn’t mean to end up over the rec room, but it’s a little hard to navigate as a tooka. He plans on moving on, letting the men have their privacy, but then he hears Boil’s voice.

“How’s it feel to have a crush on a tooka, Commander?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Cody growls.

Who are they talking about? The Commander couldn’t have a crush on an actual tooka, right? And surely they’re not talking about... him?

“And you say we’re the kinky ones, huh,” Waxer pipes up, “But-”

“I just told you to shut up,” Cody says, his Force signature swirling with embaressment and indignation.

“Aw, come on Commander,” another voice grumbles, “You never let us have any fun.”

“Because,” Cody’s voice is dry, “Your fun is always making fun of me.”

“Where is the General, anyway?” Boil asks.

Cody sighs heavily, “I left him in his quarters.”

“Ten credits says he’s broken out by now,” someone snickers, and another brother wacks him on the back of the head.

Obi-Wan wishes he hadn’t broken out, because he can only handle so many crisis’s in one day. Being turned into a tooka was enough without having to confront the fact that his commander apparently likes him back.

“He’s so cute,” Waxer whines dramatically, “I mean, he’s always cute but as a tooka? His little face when Helix was prodding him! I wish I’d taken a holo.”

“I don’t know how Tracker survived, carrying him all that way. He fell asleep on his shoulder! Can you imagine the pressure of having the general, who never rests, fall asleep on your shoudler? I would simply combust.”

Cody groans, “All of you, just shut up. I had to watch him curl up on his pillow and glare at me for ordering him to stay there.”

There’s a snort, “Poor Cody, having his crush right there as a tooka and not even being able to cuddle him.”

If he wasn’t a tooka, he’d be blushing. As it is, he flicks his ears down to cover his face. Why does Cody cuddling him sound so good? He could curl up on his chest, and feel his heartbeat while he slept...

No, he tells himself sternly, stop it. 

The conversation below him continues, talking about how cute he is. The faces he makes as a tooka. The way he curled into a ball in the medbay. Obi-Wan slips and slides his way back to his quarters, burrows under his pillow and decides he will be staying here for the rest of his life.

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When Obi-Wan wakes up, he notices three things. One, he’s still a tooka. Two, he’s not longer under his pillow. And three, he’s lying on top of someone.

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Anakin expected to be more freaked out by this, but honestly his Master is just too cute. He’s so small, Obi-Wan would fit in the palm of his hand. If keeping this a secret from the Separatists wasn’t so important, he’d be sending everyone he knows holo’s of this. 

On his chest, Obi-Wan uncurls slowly and yawns, tiny tongue sticking out. Anakin trembles with the effort of not cooing. So tiny, so cute.

Anakin pokes at Obi-Wan’s mind cautiously, and is more than a little relieved when Obi-Wan pokes back.

“Morning Master,” he whispers, stroking between his ears.

Obi-Wan purrs, radiating a strange mixture of embarrassment and contentment in the Force. Anakin supposes it would be weird to be petted, but his Master deserves affection and Anakin will take any excuse to give it to him.

And petting is the surest way to get Obi-Wan Kenobi back to sleep. Tooka or not.

Anakin, he chides gently over their bond, don’t we have work to do?

“You mean other than pet you?” he asks, “Nah, you’re on medical leave until we figure out what happened, and so is the 501st. So all I have to right now, is nap.”

Obi-Wan starts to protests, but Anakin scratches under his chin and he goes boneless.

Maybe, five minutes won’t hurt, Obi-Wan sends, his Force signature already heavy with sleep.

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Obi-Wan curls into a ball on Ahsoka’s shoulder. She, at least, is kind enough to hide him under her montrals. It’s not that he doesn’t like the petting and the cuddles (he loves it actually) but he’s still Obi-Wan Kenobi. He still has responsibilities and “weird feelings of inadequacy” as Quinlan would say.

“You doing alright up there, Master Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka asks quietly, nodding to a trooper as they pass.

He sends her a feeling of satisfaction and she giggles. Their bond isn’t quite strong enough for non-verbal communication in this form, but it is enough to send targeted feelings and images.

“They’re going to get worried soon,” she murmurs, twitching her montral slightly, “And I won’t lie to Cody, not even for you.”

He yawns, sending a mental shrug her way.

That gets another giggle. He smiles to himself, yawning again. Ahsoka should giggle more. And her shoulder is very comfortable. Maybe, he can just... take a short nap.

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As a tooka, Helix notes, the General seems to have a lot less energy. He’s so small now, his little body just can’t keep up. It’s become almost common place to see him sleeping on someone’s shoulder as they go about their business. And yeah, it’s pretty cute.

Today, the chosen shoulder belongs to Commander Cody.

“You been good, General?” Helix asks as Cody sets the tiny ball of the general on the bed.

Kenobi glares at him, but is interrupted by a sneeze. Truly the cutest sneeze in the whole galaxy. The tiny tooka sighs, and Helix stifles a laugh.

“Just a quick check up today, sir,” Helix says, “No need to get huffy with me. I’m just going to scan you, and make sure there’s nothing wrong. Other than the obvious, of course.”

The General looks quite grumpy, but doesn’t whine while Helix conducts his examination. Cody stands next the bed the whole time, body tense as he refrains from cuddling their adorable General to his chest.

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Cody truly thinks this will be his undoing. The way Obi-Wan snuffles in his sleep, the tiny ball he curls unto, the adorable way he sneezes. It’s just too much. An overload of cuteness that shouldn’t exist.

Yes Rex, he knows he’s being dramatic. But Obi-Wan Kenobi was the cutest being before he got turned into a tooka. Now, none of them stand a chance. He just... curls up on Cody’s shoulder and falls asleep. Two days ago he sneezed so hard he fell over. His favourite place to sleep is Cody’s chest, and the offended look he gives Cody when his armour is in the way is so cute he could die.