#plot bunny tribbles

1. No one would believe that his eyes were a burning yellow thanks to being flung through time.

2. Jedi really didn't like said yellow eyes.

3. Clones. Clones also didn't like said yellow eyes.

But what if Maul, Savage, and Feral were triplets and their mother, Kycina, decides to run from Dathomir to protect them? You’d have one human Nightsister in the galaxy with her 3 tiny children...trying to keep five steps ahead of Mother Talzin.  And what if...

The war was going slowly, but they didn't seem to be taking as many losses as some of the other battalions. Cody knew it had to do with two reasons that stemmed from the General. One: Kenobi threw himself in danger's way to protect them and it made Cody have a mini heart attack each time. Two: Kenobi came back from a solo mission wearing a vambrace that he hadn't been wearing before. Obi-Wan had come back in a relationship and then the Prime started appearing. He was at planning meetings, he was ushering a stubborn General towards medical, he was just there. The vod'e didn't need much to connect the dots. Boil managed to get off all the cleaning duty lists by winning far too many bets for Cody's comfort. 

The Prime made sure they came back alive. 

The representative didn't know what to do besides sit and watch things unfold. Eyes darting from the Jedi to the bounty hunter as they exchanged words that seemed oddly heated. 

"I said negotiations, Jango, I didn't say just go in guns blazing," Obi-Wan sounded calm, but he was barely holding his annoyance in check.

"The job got done, didn't it," Jango shot back. 

"Yes, well, this is the one time thinking with your blaster has actually paid off." 

The very air seemed to crackle with emotion.

Jango snatched a cup of tea off the table and down the beverage as a means to stop himself from saying something that would get him impaled. The look of horror on Obi-Wan's face had him rolling his eyes. It was just tea.

"What is wrong with you," the Jedi's voice actually raised an octave. "You don't just down it like the swill you keep on your ship!"

"Swill? Just because I don't want to drink kriffing flowers doesn't mean my drink is swill, Kenobi!"

Obi-Wan fixed him with a look, picked up a cup of tea, and made a point of taking a small sip. Jango wanted to throttle him.

Ripples seemed to dance across the top of the water as he let his fingers skirt over the surface. Obi-Wan found himself transfixed by the way the colors merged together in the reflection. They swirled, muddied, and then vanished. He traced his fingers again, attempting to make more ripples, while he leaned over the water.

“We can literally do anything and you just keep toying with the water,” Quinlan groaned dramatically. He threw himself down into the grass with a few more grumblings, but Obi-Wan merely snorted in amusement. 

“It is soothing, something I could use right now.” He was exhausted and it wasn’t just because he was hurtling towards a planet controlled by the Hutts. Everything had gone wrong with the negotiations before they even had a chance to go right. Master Qui-Gon wasn’t letting on just how disturbed he was, but Obi-Wan could still sense the anxiety through their bond.  

“That bad,” Quin plucked a blade of grass and placed the end in his mouth. He fell backward in such a way that his back landed against Obi-Wan’s back. They sat there, back to back, and just basked in each other’s presence inside the dream.

“They tried to kill us… It doesn’t matter. We are on a way to some backwater planet-” “Oh, which one?”

...you’d think I’d learn not to post thoughts on tumblr, but I somehow haven’t. 

Hands gripped his shoulders, spinning him around on the grass and he was beyond glad this was all a dream. Cleaning grass stains off his leggings was beyond problematic, something he learned a long time ago thanks to Quinlan. Obi-Wan grinned with mild amusement before turning his face away at the last possible second. Lips brushed his cheeks and then Quinlan was swearing. 

“Why must you punish me so,” his soulmate cried with forced emotion. He honestly didn’t get how a Jedi could be so dramatic, but Quinlan was hardly the average Jedi. He was certainly one of a kind. Obi-Wan was starting to think he was only so over the top because he enjoyed hearing him sigh. 

“It is hardly punishment,” he shifted enough to rub his nose against Quin’s softly. “I wasn’t done telling my tale and you decided to so rudely interrupt-” A loud sound echoed across the dreamscape and both of them yelled in surprise as water surged up in a wave. Obi-Wan pushed wet hair from his face, thankful it was a dream and stared in pure surprise as someone broke the surface of the lake. “Quin-” “Oi! It wasn’t me,” Quinlan pushed him backward, moving quickly to place himself between Obi-Wan and the water’s edge. “I swear I have nothing to do with this.” Swear words left the stranger and Obi-Wan leaned to the side to peer around Quinlan. His heart gave a hard wrench just about the time Quinlan made a sound of distress. 

Hiccuping Jedi and floating clones. "This is not roger, roger."

Five second rule... aka immortal chaos family messing with people