Jan 17
Favorite neglected rareship: Xanatos/Cody
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Favorite neglected rareship: Xanatos/Cody
We're going to pretend this isn't 2k, yes? Yes.
Xanatos/Cody - Love at 1st Snark
“Oh, stars and stupid little birds,” Obi-Wan says, entirely exasperated. “Why did it have to be you?”
Cody raises his head from where he’s been trying to chew through the gag. Anything that can get his general sounding like that promises to be entertaining, to say the least.
“It’s pronounced thank you, little brother,” a posh-sounding voice—no Coruscanti accent, but something more liquid, a lot less Core, which is interesting—says, precisely aimed to cause maximum irritation. “And I take payment in credits or peggats, whichever you have on you at the moment.”
“I'm naked,” Obi-Wan says, offended. “Clearly I don’t have any credits, Xanatos—”
“A shame. I suppose I’ll have to leave you to Hondo, then.” Steps sail past Obi-Wan’s cell, and there's a curse, the sound of struggling, but they don’t turn back. Cody raises a brow, and a moment later the fancy bastard who matches the voice sweeps around to the door of his cell, raises a lightsaber with a gleaming white blade, and brings it down sharply. The door thumps down flat, and Xanatos steps over it, then sweeps a look over Cody, brows rising.
“Well hello,” he says. He purrs, and Cody levels a brow right back. It makes Xanatos grin, sauntering into the cell.
“He doesn’t have any credits either, Xanatos!” Obi-Wan calls from the other cell, annoyed.
“For him I’ll make an exception, and rescue him out of the goodness of my heart,” Xanatos calls back, smirking at the sound of offense it gets him. Sinking down to one knee, he pulls a very nice knife from his sleeve, then leans in to cut through Cody's gag, and then says, “You will be repaying my altruism, I presume. You don’t seem as rude as Obi-Wan.”
Cody doesn’t laugh, just leans to the side so he can spit the gag out, then says, “Of course. Wouldn’t want anyone’s altruism to be without some kind of benefit, right?”
“Obi-Wan!” Hondo says, loudly and delightedly, from the next cell. “My friend, you seem to be in a bind! Perhaps this old pirate can help you out?”
“If my choices are you or him, you’d be my first choice every time, Captain,” Obi-Wan says sincerely.
Xanatos rolls his eyes, moving to deactivate Cody's binders. “I don’t know why I bother,” he says. “This whole family is a nightmare. I should have run away when I was fifteen and joined a circus.”
“You’d make a beautiful clown,” Cody tells him gravely, and surprise washes over his face for an instant before he laughs.
“Thank you, I like to think so too.” Getting a hand under Cody's arm, he tugs him to his feet, then asks, “Every limb still attached?”
“All the important ones,” Cody says mildly. “Commander Cody, thanks for the save.”
It gets him a lazy smile, full of intent. “Xanatos, with the 501st, but I think you can call me whatever you like.”
If this is the Jedi Rex has been refusing to introduce Cody to, Cody's going to have to turn Rex upside down and dunk his head in dye or something. “Yeah? That include—?”
“Cody. You don’t even know where he’s been.”
“Sorry, General,” Cody says, not sorry at all. When Xanatos sweeps his fur-trimmed cloak off and offers it, he takes it with dignity, slinging it around his shoulders.
“Well now,” Xanatos says, and that smirk is an invitation. “That’s quite the look, Commander. Makes me want to lay you down in front of a roaring fireplace—”
“Xanatos.”
“I think if we keep scandalizing the general, he might have a coronary,” Cody says gravely. “Be a shame to rob Hondo of his company.”
“You’re right, of course.” Xanatos offers Cody his arm, and, wholly amused, Cody takes it like he’s a senator at a fancy gala. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I'm going to toss you out an airlock,” Obi-Wan says crossly, limping down the corridor to join them. Hondo has one of Obi-Wan’s arms pulled over his shoulder, and his hat is askew. “You’d better not have dragged Feemor along—”
“Oh no, my dear padawan brother,” Xanatos says airily. “I brought Qui-Gon.”
Obi-Wan blanches, at in the same moment, something distant explodes, shaking the whole base.
“Time to run,” Xanatos advises Cody, and takes off, hauling Cody right along with him.
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The generals are gone, and no one has any idea what happened to them.
Cody knows the men are talking, that rumors have started to spread with roughly the same speed as a ship in hyperspace, but there's not much he can do to stop them. If he had any information that a briefing would clear up, or if he could make some kind of announcement that would settle their nerves, he would, but there's no helping anything.
The generals are gone, and at this point Cody is almost entirely certain they're not coming back.
Waxer at least has the good grace not to slap Cody’s hands away when he checks comms for the hundredth time that morning alone, though Boil, loitering nearby the way he always is, very obviously rolls his eyes. “Nothing yet, sir,” he says, and Cody manages not to pull a face through sheer force of will more than anything.
“Let me know if there is,” he orders, even though he knows Waxer isn't about to skip over a message from either command or the generals. “And check in with Rex. See if he’s gotten any word.”
“Fives has been on the line with me as often as he can,” Waxer says, and offers Cody a grin. “The second anything comes through, you’ll be the first to know, sir.”
Cody has to force himself to pull back and take a breath, rather than checking again. “Thanks,” he says, and then, because he can't leave well enough alone, “How’s the commander holding up?”
Waxer hesitates, glances up at Boil and then back at the equipment. “Fives said she’s still meditating, sir. She’s been in her tent since they made camp last night.”
Cody grimaces, rubs a hand across his face. Not well, that means. Not that he can blame her. Ahsoka's too young to suddenly be left in command of a whole legion, and Rex will do his best, but—
Kenobi or Skywalker turning up any time now would be useful as hell, but at this point Cody isn't holding his breath.
“We’ll meet up with Torrent soon,” he says. “Two days over the mountains and then another to the bay.”
Waxer doesn’t say he knows, that he drew up half the marching plans as Cody's lieutenant. “Yes, sir. Comms are going to go down again in about an hour, if you want to message him before then.”
Cody casts a baleful look skyward, towards the tangle of moons so close that there's barely sky visible between them. This whole mission would be made a heck of a lot easier if the planet was normal, but—well. A main planet they're forbidden to set foot on and a hundred independent moons, all with their own political rivalries, isn't the strangest situation Ghost has ever been in. He can see precisely why General Kenobi had looked like he’d needed a drink when he heard where they were being assigned, though.
“Noted. Thanks, Lieutenant,” he says, and claps Waxer on the shoulder, pulling back so he’ll resist the urge to check the comms again. Their rest break is almost over, and he doesn’t need to comm Rex, but it’s tempting, even if it will just make Rex roll his eyes at him. Hovering, he calls it, and Cody's not currently close enough to put him in a headlock for it, so better not to.
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Xanatos, Padmé Amidala/Darth Talon, Arla Fett & Jango Fett & Jaster Mereel, Arla Fett/Darth Talon/Xanatos Characters: Xanatos (Star Wars), Arla Fett, Darth Talon, CC-2224 | Cody, Padmé Amidala, Darth Nihl, Jaster Mereel, Qui-Gon Jinn, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Mental Link, Polyamory, Fix-It of Sorts, The World Between Worlds (Star Wars), Codependency, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Humor, Angst Summary:
Aka Darth Talon, Arla Fett, and Xanatos break the timestream. It isn't the worst thing that could happen.
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: CCC-2224 | Cody/Xanatos (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi & Xanatos (Star Wars) Characters: Xanatos (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Granta Omega Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Humor, Snark, Romance, Idiots in Love, eventually, Complicated Relationships Summary:
His head hurts, and Xanatos would very much like to find whoever chained him up facedown on a filthy stone floor and remove their spleen with a rusty spoon.
(Or: Xanatos is not a Jedi, not a pawn, not in the right universe, and most of all he is not amused by any of this.)