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Everything seemed normal on board The Negotiator , well as normal as it could be. Then General Windu gave the 212th some news. News none of them ever wanted to hear, or even think about.
“I have some terrible news to tell you all...General Kenobi was shot and killed a few hours ago...for the time being you will join the 501st and be under the command of General Skywalker.-” Windu continued to talk, but Cody didn’t process it. His mind went blank after he heard the news of the general’s death. Last Cody knew General Skywalker, Commander Tano, and him were tracking down a bounty hunter. Kenobi was too good to be taken out by a simple bounty hunter. Once Windu was done with his message, he left the 212th to process it. Some of them cried, some of them sat in silence.
Cody was filled with too many emotions. He was upset that his dear general was dead. Windu had told him that General Kenobi was dead. Cody wasn’t sure, but something wasn’t right. Cody had heard the news, but something wasn’t sitting right. He could still feel the general’s presence. He could still feel Obi-wan’s feelings. The general was obviously alive.
That made Cody’s emotions turn to anger. The general probably had a reasonable explanation for all this, but the thought that Obi-wan went on a mission where he had to fake his own death and didn’t even tell his second in command about it. That pissed him off. Obi-wan better not die for real on this mission, because when he got back, Cody was going to kill him.
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No one would believe Cody if he told them the truth, they’d just say he needed to let go. He knew the general was fine, probably running out there on some planet doing something stupid. Even from this distance, Cody could feel his uncertainty. He could feel the fear, regret, and frustration, running through the general's mind. He hated it. Cody felt nothing but rage for multiple days in a row. Some of the 212th had tried to calm him down, but he was running on anger.
Continuing on without the general proved to be more difficult than anyone could have imagined. The 501st and 212th were under the control of a very out of control General Skywalker. Skywalker was normally wild and his methods were a bit unorthodox, but now he was angry, scary, and venting his anger on anything they went against. He had an incredible amount of blood lust, he wanted to kill Rako Hardeen for killing Kenobi. Even the 501st were worried about him, and that’s saying a lot coming from the battalion who is closest to Skywalker.
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The attack on the chancellor was taken care of and the truth came out that the general was fine, and was just undercover as Rako Hardeen. Everyone seemed annoyed, but thankful that he was alive. Even General Skywalker seemed less angry then Cody had expected.
Cody was also thankful that Obi-wan hadn’t been harmed during the mission, but his anger continued to get the best of him. Once the general was back on board the negotiator, looking much more like his normal self and shaved, he returned to his quarters. He wanted to speak with the 212th about everything he had missed, but he needed to find the correct words to explain it to them. Cody wanted an explanation, immediately.
He knocked on the general's door, “General Kenobi, It’s Cody. May I come in?”. He did his best to sound calm, when inside he was filled with too many emotions. There was too much happening. The fact that he could feel so many different things from the General, meant that nothing was okay. He felt fear, regret, anxiety, exhaustion, rejection, sadness as well as his own personal anxiety and anger. Too many emotions all at once. He wouldn’t be able to keep his emotions in check for much longer.
The general opened the door and smiled at him. The smile was wary and nervous. Cody walked into the room once Obi-wan stepped to the side and let him in. Cody took off his helmet and put it on the general desk as the door closed behind him. He needed the general to look into his eyes. Cody’s eyes were bloodshot from crying so much the past few weeks. He looked like shit. He had been crying, screaming, not sleeping, overworking himself, anything to keep his mind off of the situation.
“Cody..? What did you need?” Obi-wan kept his composure, but his nerves were so strong Cody almost thought that it was his own nerves acting up.
“Sir. Why didn’t you say anything.”
“Wha-”
“ Why didn’t you tell me or anyone about this? DID YOU ENJOY PUTTING US THROUGH THAT? DID YOU NOT THINK HOW WE WOULD TAKE IT?” Cody’s eyes welled up with hot tears, he was angry and upset, and most of all- Cody was scared.
“The...the council told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone else. Only Master Windu and Master Yoda knew...I wanted to tell you, I swear that I did, but the counc-”
“When has the council’s rules ever stopped you before! You and Skywalker break them all the time! Did you just not care how everyone would react to the news? Did you just think we would all continue on as normal- DID YOU EVEN THINK! OR DID YOU JUST JUMP AT THE CHANCE TO DIE LIKE ALWAYS"
“Cody, please. You need to understand...I couldn’t disobey the council this time. If anyone found out I wasn’t dead, it would cost the missi-” Obi-wan was trying to explain himself, but was cut off by Cody swinging his arm and punching him right on the cheek. Obi-wan stumbled backwards, leaning on the wall and holding his face where Cody had punched him. His eyes wide with shock, fear still coursing through him.
“SHUT UP. Just shut up. Do you have any idea what this mission of yours put us through? General, do you honestly think that little of yourself that you thought this wouldn’t affect us. When-” Cody could feel the tears streaming down his face. His mind was going too fast for him to keep up. He wanted to hug the general, to prove to his brain that he was okay. He was still pissed off at the general for doing this. He could still feel six different emotions at once. It was just too much. He was full on sobbing at this point. His mind was breaking into pieces. “Sir, Please. Just...never do that...to us again…”
Between the amount of things he was feeling and the crying, Cody couldn’t breathe. He knew that Obi-wan was trying to talk to him, but he couldn’t hear anything. Cody tried to breathe, but it was shaky and rapid, he seemed frozen in place. Obi-wan stepped closer to him, dropping the hand from his face and grabbing Cody’s hand. Cody flinched at the touch and backed away from Obi-wan. Once his back hit the wall he sunk down onto the floor.
Obi-wan carefully moved to sit next to him on the wall. “Cody...my dear, I am very sorry for the trouble I caused to anyone during this. But you have to believe me when I say that I couldn’t tell anyone. I mean it. I thought about you all everyday. I don’t know if any of us can go back to normal...but you need to believe me when I say that I am so very sorry. But I know that no amount of apologizing will earn your forgiveness.”
Cody was silent for a minute after Obi-wan had finished speaking. He tried to calm himself down by breathing. He sniffled, wiped his eyes and took a few more deep breaths. “I knew you were alive...I felt it..I felt your fear and regret. But no one would kriffing believe me. Do you know how many questions I got, the entire 212th cared for you but they worried about me most of all. But for some kriffing reason I can feel whatever strong emotion you have. This whole time. Every damn day for two months I could feel that you were out there, somewhere…I lived in fear that I would suddenly stop feeling it. I feared that you would die for real on this stupid mission.” He didn’t dare look at Obi-wan in the eyes “So for the past two months, whenever you were scared or panicking. I couldn’t be there to help you.”
Water continued to fall out of his eyes. Between the crying and the lack of sleep, Cody was exhausted. He leaned his head on Obi-wan's shoulder and spoke with a quiet voice. “Please...never do that to me again…”
“Cody...I never know what the council will ask of me.” Obi-wan let out a small sigh and waited a few minutes for a response from his commander. No response. “Are you still angry with me?” Obi-wan turned his head to look at the man who was apparently using his shoulder as a pillow. Cody had fallen asleep. His face was still wet and stained with tears, yet he looked calm. No evidence of the massive waves of emotions he had earlier. Obi-wan didn’t want to wake him up, he knew he hadn’t slept that much during this. Using the force he brought the blanket from his bed, over to them. Obi-wan moved one of his arms to wrap around Cody, and tried to make them both the most comfortable he could leaning against the wall.
Things would be okay, a little rough for a while. But things would be okay.