#tiny tooka

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.

Fives found a new friend today! Boba is a little unsure about it.