#general windu

[commander-fox-enthusiasts]

Anakin: I don’t understand why you let Commander Fox get away with everything.

Windu: simple. We’re sleeping together.

Anakin: har har.

Windu: I am not joking.

Anakin:

Anakin:

Anakin: oh force, you’re not?!

[jinn-the-storyteller]

Tech isn’t on his data pad all the time because he’s doing research

He’s playing candy crush and words with friends against Mace Windu

[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Negotiator

Cody hated the war room.

The world was reduced to quiet and holos, the admirals and generals and captains standing around wide tables to stare grimly at schematics and intel. The silence was unnatural, except when there were screaming matches and when the 501st joined them on the bridge.

It almost made him long for the battlefield, where everything was blunt and immediate, pressing on his senses. He had a job there, a duty and a responsibility shot through with streaks of epinephrine. It wasn’t happy. It wasn’t quite numbing. But it was visceral, human, flawed, in the way that the war room never was.

The war room was cruel. It was calculated. And Cody hated that.

“The Twi’leks are not our concern.” One of the admirals reached over to manipulate the hologram in front of him. “Ryloth is a critical system. We need the capital city. The locals will be sorted out later.”

“I disagree.” the Jedi shook his head. “The system is critical because of its people. We are not Separatists, admiral. Our duty is to look after the welfare of the Twi’leks.”

“General, I must protest - ”

“I agree with General Kenobi.” Windu leaned forward to study the maps, choosing to ignore the admiral’s flushing cheeks. “Besides, we cannot capture the capital without a firm place to ground our forces.”

The admiral looked to Windu for help, his eyes searching for a plea. But the Jedi sided with his own, as jetiise often did. They reminded Cody of the vode, if usually less brash. He had always been able to read his brothers like books, in the twitches of their fingers and tics in their faces and the way the shinies bounced on their toes when they were anxious. The jetiise were mysteries, cautious and measured, wrapping layers like robes around their identities.

Kenobi hummed. A flicker of something like amusement lit his eyes, content to have his way. “Admiral, you are free to suggest a staging area.” His fingers were combed through his beard, but they quivered as if he were trying to hold back a smile.

Then he glanced over to Cody. “Unless you have any ideas, commander.”

That man was too good. Every stolen look, every late night, the taste of the caf he’d smuggled in from his favorite café on Triple Zero, just so Cody could try it. He must have seen him reading the plans when they woke up this morning.

“Nabat, sir.” Cody stifled his answering smile. “Protected by the mountain formations outside of the desert, but near enough to the capital to make a solid landing zone.”

General Windu considered, exchanging a glance with Ponds, and then Obi-Wan.

Kenobi was already nodding. “Ghost Company can secure the area.”

“Fine. We’ll head for the surface at 1200. Satisfactory?” Windu swept his gaze around the room, scarcely pausing to acknowledge the red-faced admiral. The man nodded tightly.

This time, when Obi-Wan looked up at Cody, he did not hide his smile. It lit the lines of his face until they glowed, with something good and thoughtful and just a tiny bit mischievous.

Sometimes, the war room wasn’t so bad.

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Happy clonetober day 2! This was written for the Commander Cody/War Room prompt (check out the full list @clonetober, who is kind enough to host this event!), and, I'm going to be honest, absolutely took some effort. I did not have a good writing day - whether because of the havoc in Real Life or because it was not my time to receive the blessings of the creative gods, we may never know.

I don't often write with the 212th, as much as I love them (maybe I should??), so I'm still getting used to their characters. But I can't help imagining that this moment happened, or something like it. Cody and Obi just grinning at each other like idiots, because Obi got his way and is doing his smug lil smirk and Cody just can't help but smile back.

[lilacme]

Hello. Um, my apologies for the terribly long wait to anyone following along, but Chapter 31 is here now. (To anyone who read my earlier snippet with Chopper, I sadly did decide to cut it, but I like to think it still happened.)

[chiafett-moved]

Neyo: Violence is never the answer.

Mace: Good,

Neyo: Violence is the question, and the answer is YES!

Mace: No–

[artcupcakes]

Mace Windu but his outfit is a strange fusion of both clone wars outfits

[vyntic]

General Windu

Image by Cyril Mallet || FB

[commander-fox-enthusiasts]

Fox: Hoe did the biggest fart on the way there.

Ponds: ..you did not just refer to General Windu as ‘Hoe’

Fox: it was so big and stinky I could see it..

Ponds: please stop

Fox: we had to clap.

Windu: it was indeed, big and stinky.