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“I don’t like The Resolute.” Cody declared as he and General Kenobi walked down the halls of that very ship.
“And why is that my dear?” Obi-Wan asked his Commander with a soft smile.
Cody shrugged. “I’m not sure, boss. It’s just not a nice ship.”
“It’s the same model as The Negotiator.” Obi-Wan reminded him.
“I know,” Cody shrugged. “I just don’t like it.”
General Kenobi laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re leaving tomorrow then.”
Cody sighed, imagining it. “Home sweet home.”
As the pair came up to their destination, a meeting room they were about to commandeer for a night of flimsiwork and caffeine, Obi-Wan hesitated.
“What is it, sir?” Cody asked, continuing to key his entrance code into the room’s lock.
The Jedi pursed his lips. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Cody opened the door anyway, not to dismiss Obi-Wan’s prophetic warning, but instead just because his hand was on autopilot.
Obi-Wan was certain that something was about to happen, and that he couldn’t let it happen to Cody. Which is how, as he pushed his Commander out of the way, General Kenobi fell victim to a bucket of damp sand being dumped over his head.
From the floor, where he’d been pushed, Cody heard Obi-Wan let out something akin to a squeak as he stood in shock, unsure what to do and covered in sand.
“You alright?” He asked with worry.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and gulped, recovering from his shock as he answered. “I’m alright, just sandy.”
Cody couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him as Obi-Wan began brushing himself off.
“Cody.” The General scolded and his eyes snapped to the Commander as he stood up.
“I’m sorry.” Cody said quickly. “Here.”
He ran his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair to try and get some of the sand out of it, and they both tried to ignore the potential intimacy of the act.
“this,” Cody began pointedly. “Is why I don’t like The Resolute.”
“Because it randomly expels sand on people?” The Jedi asked as he shook the last of it out of his hair.
“Because it’s full of pranksters.” Cody corrected, grumbling more than anything. “This kind of osik would never happen on our watch.”
“Yes, well, I believe we we’re not the intended recipient of this prank.” Obi-Wan said, folding his hands into his robe. “Anakin hates sand. Most likely, this was for him.”
“Well put together.” Cody commented, looking at the contraption that had dumped sand on his General with curiosity.
Obi-Wan hummed. “It would have worked quite well, had we not got here first.”
Cody snorted. “I would’ve loved to see the look on Skywalker’s face.”
That drew out a chuckle from General Kenobi and Cody smiled at him. “Yes, I do suppose it would have been funny.”
“Is there a way to reset it?” Cody started poking around the mechanics.
“We shouldn’t, Cody.” Obi-Wan warned.
“Don’t think we could, anyway.” Cody huffed, disappointed. “Unless you want to spend hours getting this sand back into that bucket up there.”
Obi-Wan looked up to the bucket his Commander had nodded at and then back down to the sand. He dropped his folded arms and reached out with his hand.
Cody watched, feeling an odd sense of mundane awe, as each grain of sand collected itself off of the ground and regrouped in the bucket. “That’ll never not be weird.”
“You’d think you’d have gotten used to it by now.” Obi-Wan said, smiling.
“I haven’t.” Cody looked back down to the ground, trying to prove to himself that the sand was really gone and noticed a piece of flimsi.
The Commander laughed to himself. “They’ve left a callsign! What?”
General Kenobi returned the bemused laugh. “I don’t know if that’s really egotistical or just polite.”
“Oh, egotistical definitely.” Cody said, reaching down to take the . “We’re talking about Skywalker’s men here.”
“That’s true,” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “Who was it?”
Cody frowned at the note. The ink was smudged and he couldn’t read it. “It must not have been dry when they put it in the bucket, who uses flimsi nowadays anyway?”
“All of my notebooks from studying as a Padawan were flimsi.” Obi-Wan told him and Cody rolled his eyes.
“Let me guess, back in your day, holopads weren’t even a thing?” The Commander teased and Obi-Wan hit him on the shoulder.
“I’m not that old, the Jedi are just paranoid over new technology.” General Kenobi insisted.
“Right,” Cody smiled, then turned back to the note. “Well, if we’re going to leave this for Anakin-”
“Which we shouldn’t.” Obi-Wan interrupted.
“But we will,” Cody said, not looking up from the note. “We need to leave someone’s name.”
Obi-Wan sighed in defeat, it sounded like they were doing this. “We should leave ours, we’re enablers of this prank, we should take responsibility.”
“But!” Cody countered. “We don’t want to take credit for someone else’s work.”
Obi wan sighed. “True. So, who would be most likely, on the Resolute, to both know Anakin well enough to use sand and also be stupid enough to do this?”
They looked at each other for half a second before chorusing, “Fives.”
Cody scribbled it down and Obi-Wan floated the flimsi up into the bucket. They closed the door to the booby-trapped meeting room, sealing their involvement in Anakin’s bane.