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Obi-wan couldn't help but stare at everything around him. The first ever planet he ever visited. Boba held onto Obi-wan's hand, guiding him to an area. The life around them is a breath of freshness from the pain the force is in.
" This is the strong hold for my Buir and I people. The only place where plants thrive." Obi-wan gave him a confused look with a head tilt. Boba notices the confusion on Obi-wan's face. He ruffled his ginger hair.
" Most of the planet is inhospitable and this pacifist group took over most of it. But she to dumb to know that this place exist." Obi-wan just nodded, still confused about the whole thing. Who is the person he was talking about?
The one thing Obi-wan had noticed was how the people in armor are everywhere. Without seeing their faces, Obi-wan could tell they were watching him. Why watch him walk with Boba, he doesn't know. Did he spill something on his robes? Is there something on his face?
Obi-wan went closer to Boba as he wiped his face with his sleeve. Their staring is making Obi-wan feel nervous. Boba let go of Obi-wan's hand to wrap an arm around the little Jedi shoulder. Obi-wan happily let Boba hold him close. Quickly hiding his face when three of the armor people came up to them.
" Gev haa'taylir sha obi-wan gar chaabar him."
" Ni ceta a kaysh amrei." The Orange color armor said, the other nodded in agreement. Obi-wan lifted his face away from Boba, what language is that? It sounds interesting to learn.
" Kaysh vaabir not guuror bic." The blue armor person came up to Obi-wan and kneel in front of him. Placing a hand on his head to give a little ruffle. Which many people seem to love to do to him now.
" Sorry for scaring you, we didn't mean to do so." Obi-wan nods, wishing he had his voice back. It would be much easier for him to talk to them without the force.
" Oh my, are you shy?" Obi-wan puffs his cheeks, he is not shy! He just can't speak because of the… flashes of fangs and blood blocking his sight.
Back at the river, the fangs digging deep in his throat. Forcing blood down his throat, choking him as Obi-wan tried to call out for help. The only time the pain stepped was Master Dooku's eyes.
Obi-wan gasps out of the painful memory. Tears trinkle down his cheeks. His eyes finally cleared, seeing the people in armor had taken their helmets off. Revealing Togruta,Chiss and Chalactans with worry expressions staring at Obi-wan.
Obi-wan sniffles and grips onto Boba to hide his face in his side. Boba automatically wrapped his other arm around Obi-wan. Pulling him close to his chest, letting his shirt soak up the tears.
" On no, come here dear." Boba tightened his grip on Obi-wan. Pulling him away from the others. They stare at him with shock, why not let them take care of the ik'aad?
" Buir trusted me to keep an eye on Obi'ika." The Togruta companions sighed behind her. But they can't stop the Mand'alor Ad'ika wanting to protect the ik'aad.
" Dear, Obi'ika went through a short flashback. We need to take him to the med bay." The Mand'alor Ad'ika eyes flash shock and worry. But he didn't still didn't let them take Obi-wan. Just as stubborn as his Buir.
" No, he is fine with me, now excuse me." Boba lends down to pick up Obi-wan and carry him to a tree for them to sit under. Luckily Obi-wan is tiny, easy for Boba to cuddle the small Jedi. Obi-wan buries his face in his neck, welcoming the force around the little Jedi to comfort him.
" Hey, want to hear a story?" Obi-wan shook his head, only caring about snuggling into Boba. Feeling how Boba hug tightened around his small frame. Boba hug reminds him of Quinlan, even though he has been friends with the Kiffar for a month. His hugs always felt nice to him.
A low rumble tickled Obi-wan's ear. This made Obi-wan look up when Boba stopped making the rumble.
" Sorry, don't like it?" Obi-wan tilted his head, wondering what he meant. Boba seemed to read his face. His face went red from embarrassment.
" I'm guessing you don't know what I'm talking about." Obi-wan nods, nuzzling more into Boba. The rumble felt calming for Obi-wan.
" It's a lullaby my Buir hums to me when I'm scared. I always fall asleep when he does it, Is it okay if I continue?" Boba giggled when Obi-wan gave him a smile, nodding to listen to the humming. When Boba continues humming, Obi-wan sighs, closing his eyes and letting the force wrap around his mind.
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Jango smiles at his ad'ika and Obi-wan. Myles came up to wrap his arm around his shoulder, watching where he was looking.
" So, not only you have your very one son who is a clone. But now have a de-aged Jedi master as your kid." Jango snorted and rolled his eyes at Myles, always stating the obvious.
" Sadly no, Obi-wan is not my kid. That title has to go with Count Dooku." Myles looks at the cold looking Sith then back at the soft cute ik'aad Jetties and back at Jango.
" Damn, really him. Kriff, I really hope to be an uncle to that adorable ik'aad."
" Even though he is a de-aged 36 year old who doesn't have his memories anymore."
" Are you saying he is not adorable?" Jango punches his shoulder. Myles yelps by the punch, stepping away from his Mand'alor.
" Are the preparation for Obi-wan room done?"
" Not yet, we need to figure out what kind of stuffed animal he would like."
" Good, I'll tell the count you're almost done." Myles saltu his Mand'alor, walking back to the others as Jango goes to the siths.
**
Anakin sat in his old master office. The sense of loneliness-helplessness-yearning-draid. The worst feeling is how much his master wanted a hug from his padawan, but never got it.
" Master, are you okay?" Anakin fought the tears threaten to fall. He will not cry in front of his padawan, not right now.
" Yes, is there something you need?"
" Um yes, master Plo just landed and he wanted to speak with you."
" Go without me, I'm doing something."
" Okay." Ahsoka looks at him before leaving the room. Finally letting the tears fall from his eyes. Grabbing one of Obi-wan to robe to hug it close to his chest. Suddenly anger flowed through him. He'll make that damn sith pay for taking Obi-wan.