Quinlan flops onto his cot in the tent he shared with his Commander, groaning as he does. Beast looks over at him curiously, but doesn’t stop cleaning his armour or asks Quinlan anything. Which is fine. Quinlan doesn’t need prompting. Unlike a certain redhead who needs not be named.
“Do you think Cody hates me?”
That got Beast to stop cleaning. Beast set aside his armour and raises an eyebrow, “Marshal Commander Cody?”
“The one and only.”
“Why would he hate you?” Beast was suspicious, which, Quinlan would like to be offended at, but Beast had been with him since the beginning of the war. Quinlan more than deserved the suspicion that he antagonized another person.
“He’s not reacting.”
Beast sighs, “Sir, stop being cryptic. That’s General Kenobi’s thing, not yours. What have you been doing to the Marshal Commander?”
“Flirting!”
“...” Beast doesn’t respond, instead he goes back to cleaning his armour.
“Beast-”
“Sir, I told you when Commander Bly got with General Secura. I will not be involved in your, or anyone’s lovelife.”
Quinlan had actually forgotten about that. Mostly because he didn’t really have a lovelife. But he nods, “I’ll go bug someone else.” Quinlan gets up and leaves the tent. It was the easiest option. He walks around the camp a couple of times, first looking for Obi-wan and Cody, both of who seem to be out scouting thankfully. The second time looking for Troopers who weren’t doing anything.
“Drark, Sung, I need to talk to you two.” Quinlan calls, the pair look up from their own conversation as Quinlan walks toward them and sits on a rock near the two.
“What about General?” Drark asks.
Quinlan pauses before launching into his own problem and instead asks, “You two don’t have a problem being involved in other people's love lives, right?”
Drark and Sung share a look, “Like, talking or-”
“Talking.” Quinlan cuts in, he doesn’t know how long Obi-wan and Cody are going to be gone and he’d like to talk before then.
Both Troopers shrug, “Fine.”
“Yeah, we’re fine with that.”
“Great. I think Cody hates me.”
“What does that have to do with your lovelife?” Drark asks.
“Yeah, I thought you were dating General Kenobi.” Sung adds.
“No. Want to, but no. I’ve been flirting with Cody, and he doesn’t really respond.”
“Sir, if you want to date General Kenobi, why are you flirting with his Marshal Commander?” Drark interrupts
“...I want to date both of them. Not important right now. Cody hasn’t been responding at all. Not telling me off, not reciprocating.”
Drark and Sung look at eachother before Sung begins, hesitantly, “Sir, does Commander Cody know you’re flirting with him?”
“Huh?” Quinlan was pretty sure he’s rather obvious with his flirting. Given that even Skywalker caught on to him flirting with Obi-wan.
Drark takes over, “It’s just, your flirting is sometimes…” Drark pauses and shrugs, “a lot of people think you flirt with Beast.”
Quinlan’s face twisted up in confusion and moderate disgust, “I don’t.” Beast was a friend, nothing more.And Quinlan didn’t want to be anything more.
“We know, Sir, but, the way you talk to the Commander makes those who don’t know Commander Beast very well think you’re flirting. If Commander Cody has seen how you interact with Beast, he might just assume that’s how you interact with all Commanders. Playflirting.” Sung shrugs.
Quinlan was now very confused. But before he could say anything, Drark states, “General Kenobi and Commander Cody are back.” Quinlan nods and stands up, and heads back to his and Beast’s tent.
But what Sung said was still stuck in his mind so, he asks, “Do I flirt with you?” Much to Beasts clear dismay.
“If you did I’d punch you.” Beast grumbles.
“Sung says it seems like I do to outsiders, that Cody might not know I’m flirting with him.”
“Sir.” Beast’s voice was hard and annoyed.
“Lovelife, got it.” Quinlan raises his hands and flops back on his bed, dropping the subject entirely. “How was the Sabacc game last night?”
----Time passes----
Obi-wan and Cody were heading back to Coruscant. Quinlan had said goodbye, and flirted a little bit with both Cody and Obi-wan, over holocall with Beast at his side. The 451st would be close behind them, a little under a day, but first they had to meet up with the 327th Star Corp. As they entered hyperspace, Beast pulled off his helmet.
“Sir, did you flirt with Commander Cody?”
“I thought you didn’t want to be involved in my lovelife?”
“I’m making an exception. Did you?”
“Yes?” Quinlan didn’t really see the point in the question. Was it not clear? Given Beast’s face, it might not have been.
“Sung is right. He doesn’t know you’re flirting with him.”
“How do you know that?” Beast looks at Quinlan like he’s an idiot.
“Sir, your flirtation to Commander Cody is only moderately more flirty than how you talk to me.”
Quinlan thought back, to both his flirting with Cody and his playful banter with Beast. And, he could admit, they are pretty similar. “Oh…” Quinlan wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed. Be more direct to Cody? Tone down the banter with Beast? Beast clearly doesn’t mind the banter now or else he would’ve told Quinlan to stop. Right? Beast did say he’d punch Quinlan if Quinlan started flirting with him, but would he? “You don’t mind how I talk to you, do you?”
“Sir, if I had a problem with you, you’d know it. But I would advise making it more clear to Commander Cody you’re romantically interested in him.” Quinlan scrunches up his face, unsure. “Sir?” Beast asks, clearly confused.
“I don’t want to... Flirting is one thing, Cody can ignore me, tell me to go to hell, or reciprocate. But if I outright… I don’t want to pressure him.” Quinlan knew that Jedi-Clone relationships weren’t that outthere. Hell, Aayla was in a very loving relationship with Bly, but, Bly made the first move in that relationship. According to Aayla at least. Which reminded Quinlan that he wanted to talk to Bly. A Jedi making the first move...it’s dangerous. The clone could feel pressured.
“Sir, it’s Cody. If he’s not interested, he’ll tell you to fuck off.” Beast rolls his eyes then puts his helmet back on. “I’m done talking about this.” Beast states, and starts to walk away, muttering, ”Way too much romantic bullshit.”
“I can hear you Beast. Oh, and remind me to talk to Bly when we meet up with Aayla.”
“Don’t care, and whatever.” Beast states at a normal volume, leaving the bridge.
So, short story of Obi-wan and Wish’s Caff told from Omen’s perspective.
This could happen at any point within the Interviews Universe, before the Follow up, after it, idk whenever. So I’m posting it here because it’s just a sweet little story.
This story takes place in my Interviews Universe and Omen is introduced in the third installment of the series Obi-wan is Not Happy
General Kenobi was very particular about his Tea. He would drink any the Troopers brought him, but the General really only trusted himself, Admiral Kitos and Commander Cody to brew it properly.
And after getting his tea, the General had said ‘Just as I requested. Thank you.’
Which meant he requested a Shiny to bring him tea.
Which was wrong.
Omen should probably be paying attention to the battle plan, but this was bugging him.
“Hey General?” Juniper calls, disturbing the meeting, “What kind of tea are you drinking?”
General Kenobi looked confused but answered, “Black.”
Juniper nods and switches to internal comms, ”He is not drinking Black Tea.”
Omen, also on internal comms, asks, “The Fuck do you mean?”
”Look at the Generals face when he drinks it, the vague disgust and displeasure, he only looks like that when he drinks something General Yoda gives him. It doesn’t matter how bad a shinies tea is, he never makes that face. Especially when he’s drinking Black Tea. He has a more content look.” Juniper explains.
It takes a lot not to look over at Juniper, because What the fuck?
“And you know this shit how?” It was nice that Omen wasn’t the only one seeing something wrong. But that was weird.
”Look we all have things to keep ourselves sane. Mine just happens to be tracking the General’s reactions to Tea. Why would he lie about what Tea he’s drinking?” Juniper asks, pulling the conversation back on topic.
Omen looked around the bridge and saw the shiny who had given General Kenobi his tea hanging by the door. ”Give me a sec.” Omen walked over to the Shiny and pulled him out into the hall away from the Bridge, and switched off internal comms. “Did you brew the tea you gave to General Kenobi?”
“No.” The Shiny shrugs.
“Who did?”
“Wish.”
Omen almost had a conniption.
That conniving little fuckwit.
Omen is making that bastard do a million pushups.
Seriously Wish?
“Does General Kenobi know?”
“He asked me to get Wish to brew him Black Tea using caff in place of water.”
…
Omen bangs his head against the wall.
Fuck.
Of course the General would do that.
For fucks sake.
Omen groans and heads back onto the bridge, removing his helmet as he does. He makes a beeline for the General and pulls the Tea Thermos out of his hands. The General, not expecting it, allows it to happen. And then looks at Omen shocked.
Well, the entire bridge is looking at Omen shocked.
He doesn’t really care.
“The Hell Omen?” Cody calls.
“Who made your tea General?” Omen asks, ignoring Cody. He sniffed it, it smelled like any other Black Tea. Despite the copious amounts of caff in it. Weird.
“Wha- A shiny did at my request.” General Kenobi was an impressive actor, Omen could give him that. “May I have it back?”
“Just leaves and water?”
“Yes.”
Omen keeps eye contact with General Kenobi as he takes a drink of the thermos.
And immediately after swallowing it coughs into his arm. “The fuck General?” Omen feels the Tea Thermos being taken out of his hand but he doesn’t really care.
That’s not just tea brewed with caff. That’s caff brewed with caff brewed with caff brewed with caff concentrate.
The fuck Wish? No wonder he banned from making Caff.
“It’s tea.”
“It has Wish’s caff in place of water.” Omen honestly felt closer to death now than he ever did on the battle field. The General was planning on drinking that entire thermos?
“What?!”
General Kenobi cleared his throat, “Enough about my drink, we were discussing siege plans?”
No one responded. Everyone on the bridge was just looking at General Kenobi with a mix of horror and concern.
“Sir,” Cody starts, “When was the last time you slept?”
“That’s not really relevant.”
“Well, unless you tell us, I’m afraid I’ll have to change our course and inform Master Unduli we won’t be able to assist.” Admiral Kitos states.
“Wha- but Luminara-”
Admiral Kitos raised an eyebrow, “Then you best tell us when you last slept.”
Omen had never seen General Kenobi look so offended. “It really is none of your concern.”
Admiral Kitos nods, “Very well. Private Honu, drop us from hyperspace ASAP and change our destination, Private Mund please ready a message to send to General Unduli about us being unable to assist.”
“Wha- No! Hold on. Belay all of that.” Both Privates hesitate. Kitos outranks General Kenobi. But they’re supposed to obey the Jedi.
“Are you ready to tell us when you last slept?”
“Technically-”
“Slept. Not meditated.” Omen nearly laughed when the General expression turned to an annoyed pout.
He huffs a sigh, “Eighty hours ago.”
“Private Honu how long until we arrive?”
“Two hours sir!”
Admiral Kitos nods, “Master Kenobi, go nap. We will wake you when we have a 30 minutes ETA, and brief you.”
“No. I will-”
Admiral Kitos ignores General Kenobi’s protests, “Captain Omen, Lieutenant Juniper, take General Kenobi to his quarters. If he refuses to rest, take him to the med bay.”
“Yes sir!” Omen and Juniper chorus. Omen pops his helmet back on then grabs the Tea Thermos from General Kenobi, handing it over to Cody before grabbing the General’s arm and physically guiding him off the bridge, Juniper grabbing his other arm.
“Is this necessary? I don’t believe I’m being arrested.”
“We just want to make sure you get to your rooms sir.”
“I really don’t need to. I am perfectly fine.” General Kenobi protests.
”Med bay?” Juniper asks over internal comms.
”Call up Scream.” Omen shifts their course from General Kenobi’s rooms to the medbay.
The General, upon realizing where they were going dug in his heels, “Nononono, we’re supposed to be going to my room!”
“Only if you agree to rest sir. You seem against it.” Omen and Juniper continue to pull the General along.
“I’ll rest in my room!”
“It seems safest to guarantee your rest by taking you to the medbay.”
Omen had never heard his General whine before. “Noooooo”
“You’d think we’re taking him to his execution.” Juniper notes.
” Well. Considering our medics, we kind of are.”
The General continues to dig his heels in and whine, clearly unhappy.
Really, he should’ve thought of this before he stayed up for eighty hours.
This is his own fault.
Scream was unimpressed when Omen and Juniper showed up with a General who was clearly trying to get away from the pair. Scream shook his head and grabbed a short-term sedative. “Honestly General, eighty hours?”
General Kenobi had the decency to look reprimanded and guilty at the very least.
But something pushed Omen, to be a little petty, for no clear reason.
Maybe because the General accidentally kicked him when trying to getaway.
Or because the General threw him off a cliff during their last mission.
Well, really it wasn’t even petty. As a medic, Scream should know, right?
Regardless, Omen opted to be (potentially) a little petty by informing Scream, “He was also drinking Black Tea brewed with Wish’s caff in place of water.”
…
Omen did not think it was possible for General Kenobi to look more betrayed. Scream looked outright pissed.
Oh no.
“We’ll leave you to it.” Juniper says, pulling Omen out of the medbay and down the hall before Scream starts shouting. Omen couldn’t make out any words but it was loud.
…
He didn’t feel all that bad about informing Scream.
Tumblr is a fucking nightmare. It deleted this entire thing when I edited the fucking tags.
Anywho. This is a follow up to Commander Fox Deal With A lot which itself is a follow up to my Interviews fic.
I call it unofficial because a) I’m not sure if this is really how it’ll go within the Interviews Universe and b) If this happens in the Interviews Universe, it’d be after the Anakin follow up (That I am still writing, Anakin doesn’t like me okay? He’s a dama bitch whenever I try) Hence I’m not putting it up on AO3 right now.
But I still want to share it because idk how long the Anakin follow up is gonna take and I like what I wrote. And am rewriting this verbatim because someone reblogged this so thank you because I didn’t want to figure out what the fuck I wrote up here.
Also, if you don’t want to read those two fics but want to try this one out, all you really need to know is that the Coruscant Guard has become a Daycare. Other than that, this is a pretty independent work.
Now Idk what I wrote down here so bear with me if you’re rereading this after April 4th because this has some slight changes I’m sure. Also. I edited the thing here so, let’s hope I remember my edits.
Characters: Commander Fox, Clone OCs
Words: 870 (or somewhere around there)
Warnings: Mentioned Character Death.
Mando’a translations:
Vod -> Brother
Di’kut -> idiot (lit. someone who forgets to put on their pants)
Utreekov -> idiot, fool, emptyheaded
Gar mirsh solus* -> your brain cell is lonely
Jorbe** -> Reason
Ade -> child
*The one on Mandoa.org is actually Kaysh mirsh solus (His brain cell is lonely) but Gar means your and I figured it’d work. Let me know if it doesn’t.
**Yes I named a clone ‘Reason’ in Mandoa. Take a guess at what’s notable about him.
Now the story
“Explain. Now.” Fox really wanted to know what Ink and Hive were thinking.
Both troopers shuffle a bit, glancing at each other, before Hive starts talking, “So, the safety lady came by to check if our base was safe for kids because the Chancellor wanted to be certain. We knew it would be so we didn’t care, but it wasn’t. The lady gave us a day to clean up before she came back to ascertain it was safe. It is now. But there were dangerous things in reach of the kids that no vod would leave out. So, Ink and I went through the security footage to see what di’kut was leaving dangerous shit around.”
Ink takes over the story, “It was one of the Chancellors aids. She had come down and put dangerous stuff in easily accessible areas for children. It was deliberate. So,” Ink shrugs, “we bugged the Chancellors office and set up hidden cameras. We needed to know if he was telling her to or if she just really hated kids.”
Hive cuts in, “While we recorded everything, we set it up so it only triggered our comms when she went into his office. And when she did, we got this recording,” Hive holds out a holorecorder and turns it on. An image of the Chancellor and one of his aids came to life, paused for a second before Hive played it.
”And?” The Chancellor prompts.
“I set up everything you told me to. Their daycare will be shut down before the days out.” The aid states.
“Good. Leave.” With that, the aid leaves the office.
And the recording stops.
This still does not explain the actions those two had taken. Fox looked at both for more of an explanation.
Hive speaks up first, “We went through the recordings later and found him in an upset over the daycare not being shut down. I don’t have it on me but he was talking about maybe sending a bounty hunter to attack the base. Make it unfit for kids. We couldn’t let that stand, vod.”
Fox sighs heavily, “Let me make this clear. You two assassinated the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic because he threatened our base and daycare?” Fox really wanted to make sure he was hearing this correctly.
“He debated to himself on whether to attack the base when the kids were here!” Ink protests.
Which, while a good point, changes little.
Fox groans, “You two are true utreekov. Seriously, gar mirsh solus.”
Both troopers were silent, but were clearly upset with the insults. But not fighting them.
First smart action from both of them.
Would it of killed them to go through more of their recordings from the Chancellors office?
Fox and Jorbe had gone through it and found some rather damning footage.
Fox pulls out his own holorecorder and played a clip that Ink and Hive’s bugs and cameras had picked up.
Chancellors Palpatine stands up from his desk and goes over to a holocaller, pulling on a robe and pulling the hood up to hide his face. After pressing the call button, Count Yan Dooku appears.
“Lord Sidious how might I be of service?” Count Dooku asks.
The Chancellor answers, “There will be a Jedi battalion lead by Master Gallia at Bo’lim. Win the system, she will not be able to call in reinforcements.”
Count Dooku bows, “Of course, Master.” with that, the holocall cuts out.
Fox shuts off the holorecorder and levels the pair of troopers with a Look.
“Did General Gallia-”
“I requisitioned reinforcements and changed certain travel plans for other battalions so she’d have backup.” Fox states, it had been one of the first things he’d done upon hearing that, “Now, please explain why you assassinated our Chancellor who was a Sith Lord and working with the enemy?” Fox’s voice was hard. He wanted these two to get with the program. They weren’t. He was not happy.
He rarely was. But that was beside the point.
“We assassinated him because he threatened our ade.” Ink states.
Fox sighs again. Seriously?
“You two are fucking morons.”
“Are we in trouble?” Hive asks.
“Yes you two are in deep trouble for assassinating our Supreme Chancellor who was committing treason against the Galactic Republic.” Fox was pretty sure his sarcasm wasn’t coming through his anger, but he really didn’t care. “The fuck do you think?”
Hive’s answer was hesitant, “No?”
Fox sighs heavily, “You’re both on latrine duty. Get out of my office.”
It wasn’t really a punishment. Not the one they should have gotten for assasinating the Supreme Chancellor.
But Palpatine had been a traitor to the republic. Jorbe was leaking the illegal footage, making sure it had no connection to the Guard.
Soon everyone would know the Chancellor was a traitor.
And a Sith Lord.
Fox probably should of punished Ink and Hive harder.
If anyone found out it had been them and all they got was latrine duty?
Fox would be decommissioned with them.
But he couldn’t bring himself to punish them more.
The Chancellor was a Traitor to the Republic Fox was sworn to protect.
