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‘It’s the General!” A vod’e shouted.
Cody’s head flew up to where his brother was pointing. General Kenobi had been captured by Separatist forces, but their sloppy work had led the 212th straight to the building they were holding the General in. Cody didn’t doubt that this capture had been a result of the General’s bad luck and Seperatist opportunism rather than a planned hostage taking due to the uncoordinated nature of the kidnapping and just how easy they had been able to track them down.
Despite their good fortune in able to quickly locate the General, when Cody saw what the trooper was pointing at, his heart dropped to his boots.
Obi-Wan stood at the edge of a waterfall, handcuffed and gagged, as battle droids closed in around him. The cuffs were clearly some type of Force suppressant, as his cyar’e wasn’t pushing the droids back with the force, and he was completely unarmed, his lightsaber weighing heavily on Cody’s belt from where he had found it on the battlefield barely ten minutes earlier.
Cody opened his mouth to order the troops to open fire on the droids (‘and don’t shoot the kriffing General!) when all the air left his lungs.
A clanker got too close to Kenobi, and as he instinctively stepped back, he lost his footing on the side of the cliff.
A tumble of beige robes and copper hair hurtled down the waterfall and into the murky water below, his arms still bound, and his mouth gagged with a fabric which would make it impossible for the General to properly seal his mouth shut and keep out the water. Not taking a second to think, Cody dove into the water, dimly aware of Waxer following him, and swam faster than he even thought water possible to where the General had his the water. He’d never been so grateful for his helmet as he pushed himself towards the bottom of the lake, the lights from his and Waxer’s helmets illuminating the General. Obi-Wan’s eyes were closed, his bound hands drifting lifelessly in front of him as his heavy clothes dragged him deeper into the abyss. Cody grabbed his hips whilst Waxer gripped underneath the General’s arms, and together they propelled him towards the surface of the water.
Dragging Obi-Wan to the shore, Waxer tore the gag off of the General’s mouth as Cody practically threw his own helmet off to begin CPR. He was vaguely aware of his brothers talking around him (‘-need a med evac!’) but his focus was solely on Obi-Wan. His own lungs burned with exertion and he tried to ignore the snapping of Obi-Wan’s ribs under his hands. He needed Obi-Wan to live, any other option was unacceptable. He would not allow it.
“A medics on the way, Commander!” Boil reported, but Cody offered him no signs that he had heard him, repeating the cycle of pinching the General’s nose and breathing for him.
He pressed down onto Obi-Wan’s chest again when the General finally twitched.
With the reflexes of a soldier, Cody quickly pushed Obi-Wan onto his side as he coughed up all the water he had inhaled. Obi-Wan continued to retch as Cody pushed the sodden ginger hair out of his eyes, and Waxer rubbed circles on his back, a delicate balancing operation to prevent Obi-Wan from falling face first into his sick, or falling backwards and asphyxiating.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Obi-Wan lifted his head slightly, his breathing horrible and ragged.
“Finished?” Cody asked, gently tucking a strand of hair behind Obi-Wan’s ear.
Obi-Wan nodded miserably his eyes drooping shut and his body falling backwards into Waxer
“ No, no. Sorry General, you have to stay awake until the medics get here.” Waxer said, manhandling the Jedi into a sitting position.
"Keep your eyes on me, General." Cody instructed.
Obi-Wan whined, a thin, reedy sound from his damaged throat.
“I know, mesh’la, but please, for me?” Cody begged.
Obi-Wan’s head tilted upwards again, his eyes flickering open.
“For you.” He whispered.