[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 1/15
Title: To Be Free Once More (Thatās Worth Fighting For)
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers,
Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadnāt expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.
Notes: This fic will be 15 chapters long, with the final chapter going up at some point on the 17th of May, for those who prefer to binge.
āAayla gets on well with her troopers,ā Obi-Wan commented, having heard about her friendship with her commander from Quinlan, who seemed torn between being overprotective of her presumed virtue, and delighted that sheād been paired with a commander that she got on with. āAnakin, too.ā
āAnakin has never been particularly comfortable with authority figures,ā Qui-Gon commented drily. āHis refusal to act like one was wholly expected.ā
āYes, I wonder where he got that particular mindset from,ā Obi-Wan muttered loud enough for Qui-Gon to hear, and studiously ignored his former masterās chuckle. āWhen are we dropping from hyperspace next?ā He wasnāt certain about comming Anakin for advice, but Aayla might have some actionable suggestions, and it had been far too long since heād last spoken to her.
Qui-Gon hummed, then used the Force to call his comm to him, typed something on it, then set it down and went back to his trimming.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the complete lack of answer, then left the bed, which heād been lying on, since the only chair was serving as a plant holder, to kneel in front of Qui-Gonās footlocker, delighted when it opened at his first guess for the code.
āWhat, exactly, are you doing?ā Qui-Gon asked, tone dry, but presence in the Force warm and amused.
āDisregarding your presumed boundaries,ā Obi-Wan returned cheerfully, even as he pawed through his former masterās belongings.
Qui-Gon huffed, then called, āCome in, Commander!ā when the quiet doorbell chime sounded.
āYou asked to see me, General?ā Commander Cody asked, once theyād stepped into the room far enough for the door to close again behind them, curiosity curling through the Force around them.
āYes,ā Qui-Gon agreed, setting down his sheers and turning to face the clone. āObi-Wan was asking whether there was any way to make the troopers more comfortable with him mingling with them.ā
Obi-Wan groaned into the footlocker; he should have guessed that his former masterās solution would be to simply ask one of the clones. āIf the answer is there isnāt one,ā he said, before the commander could open their mouth to respond, āplease just tell me so; Iām perfectly capable suffering the next week dealing with Master Jinn.ā
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