Codywan Week Day 5: Sith Au

Codywan Week Day 5: Sith Au

Summary: Obi-wan mysteriously disappears halfway through the Clone War. Cody is left wondering what happened to him and one day gets his answer.

Note: Mando'a used: Hut'uun (coward, the worst insult) and Cyare (beloved/loved). More at the bottom for after the story. Enjoy!

When Count Dooku told Obi-wan everything the Jedi had done to Sifo Dyas he started to think harder about his life. Slowly Dooku clawed his way in Obi-wan's mind and prospective.

They talked around the beginning of the war and now a year and a half had gone by. A lot happens in eighteen months. Including Obi-wan falling in love with his commander. He told him how he felt around six months before the Jedi disappeared.

Cody had a difficult time adjusting to his new general and even longer to realize Obi-wan was gone. The 212th watched his closely. They hadn't known that the two were so close.

Now, a year and eight months into the Clone War a new sith emerged. The Jedi panicked internally as they could barely contain the ones they had.

The sith was around 5'10 with auburn hair that had a single braid in it. He wore long, black robes with red accents. His face was concealed by a black mask. Some said he had bright red eyes while most said they were brown or burnt orange.

One thing was for sure. He was dangerous. Even if he didn't seem to be fond of killing things; which was strange for a sith; he could and would if necessary.

Somewhere in Cody's mind be wondered if it was possible for the sith to be Obi-wan. Even if it didn't make sense and Obi-wan would rather be dead than a sith, in the back of him mind he hoped it was him.

It made the clone sick to think about. Why would he want Obi-wan to be behind that mask? He knew that it was cruel to hope, but he did.

Learning he wasn't the only one was strange. Anakin and Cody had gotten close, both sharing the unimaginable loss of a loved one. Cody even told him about their relationship.

The 212th marched to the battlefield. As the fight raged on, they found themselves facing the new sith.

Obi-wan wasn't ready. He saw Cody's armor through all the chaos and suddenly he regretted everything. Designing to ignore it was his best idea.

Cody took one look at the man and sent a message over the comms, "Sith." That was all he needed to say. He looked back to the field and dreaded the fatality number this battle would have.

As the two got closer, Cody noticed something. The hair, the style, the almost knee high boots; they all looked familiar. His eyes had a look in them the man had long seen a few times. "Obi-wan?" He whispered. No that couldn't make sense. Obi-wan would never turn.

The sith turned to face Cody. The air was gone from the field as they realized something. No longer were they on the same side.

"Obi-wan!" Cody's voice ran through the field. This couldn't be happening. Obi-wan wouldn't do this to him. He wouldn't hurt anyone he didn't have to.

Obi-wan looked away. He never wanted to hurt Cody. He never truly wanted to hurt anyone. Dooku wanted control. He had wormed his way into the Jedi's mind and manipulated him into helping him.

Obi-wan Turned to face Cody again. They approached each other. "You fucking traitor!" The clone yelled, his voice cracking.

"I know." Obi-wan spoke softly.

As Cody approached the man he called off his droids. He allowed the clones to shoot them down, all he wanted to do was talk to his commander.

"Hut'uun! Take off that mask!" He swung to take it off but Obi-wan beat him to it.

"Of course, cyare" He let it rest in his hand.

"Don't you dare call me that!" Cody met Obi-wan's eyes. They weren't cold or hateful. They were just... sad.

Cody's hatred faded. Obi-wan was lost. The darkness had scuffed out the little flicker he had left. He wasn't sure what to do.

The clone couldn't just let Obi-wan drown. He loved him dearly but he couldn't let him leave. Resting a hand on the sith's shoulder, he sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"What?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Obi-wan was silent for a moment. Cody knew what to do. Carefully he switched his gun from kill to stun. Kenobi knew but didn't stop him.

Quickly Cody pulled his gun and shot Obi-wan. With tears in his eyes he turned back to his men. "Finish the droids off. Someone take Kenobi."

One of the men grabbed the man and took him into custody. Cody wasn't sure how he was going to explain any of this. He wasn't sure that he was right or that he should have given Obi-wan a chance. The truth would just have to come out when he was on trial.

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Another note: I wasn't sure how to write it but Obi-wan did fall because of manipulation from Dooku. I think that can be gotten from the story but I wasn't really sure and wanted to explain it lol.

Whumptober Day 2: "They Don't Care About You."

Fandom: Nimona

Summary: A story from when Ballister was younger. Todd never was nice to him, even when they were young.

Waring: Some violence

Ballister didn't want to be here. He didn't want Todd to be looking over him. He felt small even if he was only a bit shorter than him. He held him to the wall, not letting him do so much as move.

    Boldheart looked past Todd to his fellow knights in training. They had never helped him before so he didn't really know why he tried.

    Sureblade grabbed Ballister's face and forced him to look at him, "they won't help you."

    Hands wrapped around the man's throat, "They don't care about you."

   Pulling his arms up, Bal clawed at Todd's hands. He scratched himself but the marks on Todd's hands were worse.

    The world started to feel strange. He eyed the other who had all gone back to what they had been doing but faster.

    That's when he realized, they truly didn't care about him. Here he was being choked out and they would rather finish what they're doing then help. They would rather let him suffer then do anything at all.

    They other trainees sure but what about Ambrosius? What about him? And the Director? Did she care? The queen? The one who believed in him from the beginning, the one who gave him a chance?

    Did they pity him? Did they care? What would he do if they didn't? What if he was alone after all? What if Todd was right?

    The world started to fade. Ballister tried kicking at Todd but nothing worked. As his vision blurred he stopped fighting so hard.

    After a moment Todd tossed him to the ground. Leaving him unconscious on the dirty floor.

    When Ballister awoke on the floor, alone, he didn't bother getting up yet. He lied on the floor knowing he needed to get up anyway. He stood and looked at the wall then to the rest of the room.

    Meeting his eyes in the mirror felt cold and lonely. But he was lonely. Ballister walked over to the mirror and punched the glass. Then, with a bloody hand he walked towards the door.

    No one had come to look for him. Maybe Todd was right he thought, maybe no one cared about him.

Soultember Prompt 4: Fun Holidays, Handwriting day Jan 23ed

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: When your soulmate writes on themself it appears on your skin too. Soren likes writing his soulmate and Corvus sort of likes answering.

  'Heyyyyyy' Soren wrote on his arm, 'how are you?'

    Corvus looked down at his arm, feeling a slight tingle in it. It was his soulmate. He always felt his soulmate was a little too silly for him. He was so serious and quiet but they were funny and energetic.

    Soren checked his arm throughout the day, waiting for his soulmate to respond. 'Hello????' He wrote impatiently.

    A tingle, 'hello.'

    'Oh hi! How are you?'

    'Fine, how are you?'

    'I'm good!' Soren fawned over his soulmate's handwriting. It was so clear and neat.

    Corvus sighed at his. He wondered what fate could have in store for two people who clearly seemed to be opposites. When he talked to Gren about it he said 'opposites attract.' It was the most, least helpful piece of advice he could have given him.

    Grabbing a cloth Corvus dipped it in water. He gently ran the damp cloth over his arm and dried it off. Sitting on his bed, he put water back on the floor.

    As the lines smeared, Soren took a cloth from the table. He couldn't find any water so he tried to just use the fabric to get rid of the ink. Placing the cloth of his skin he roughly pushed the cloth into his skin, trying to keep the smudging at a minimum.

    'Take your time.'

    Soren Smiled. He drew a little happy face and put the pen down. Leaving his room, he set off to get some water.

    Gren walked into Corvus's quarters. "What are you up too?"

    "My soulmate wrote. He sure likes to."

    "I think he'll be good for you" Gren smiled and walked over to the bed. "Someone has to get you out of your shell."

    Corvus ignored the commander's comment.

    "What do you know about him?"

    "Not much, we can't share our names. He's in the crown guard of Katolis."

    "See, you already have something in common! You're both in the Katolis military!"

    "I suppose we are."

    Soren walked right into Callum as he rubbed the drying ink off his arm. "Hey step-prince!"

    "Oh, hey Soren."

    Callum looked at Soren's arm, "writing your soulmate?"

    "Yep!"

    "How's it going?"

    "Good! He actually wrote back for once!"

    "Have fun with that. Tell them I said hi."

    "Will do, step prince."

    Soren rushed off to his room where he could continue talking to his mystery person. 'Im back!'

    Gren grabbed Corvus's arm, "what did he say?"

    "I'm, not sure." He drew a question mark next to the illegible words

    The guard chuckled then wrote slower. "I'm back." He spoke to himself.

    Corvus smiled. 'I see that.'

    The two wrote for a little longer before someone walked into the tracker's quarters, "both of you are needed by General Amaya."

    "Okay. Tell her we'll be right there." Gren got up, "let him know that we need to go."

    Corvus quickly but neatly wrote that he had to go. He pulled his sleeve down, leaving the ink there. Most of it had dried.

    The guard took his chance. He pulled his pen out and started to trace what his soulmate had said. Each stroke was placed with deliverance.

    Though the meeting Corvus had a hard time concentrating; the tingling feeling from his soulmate writing in his arm almost worried him.  It felt like it was always the same thing in the same place.

    As soon as the meeting was over, Corvus, followed by Gren, walked back to his quarters. He threw the door open pulling his sleeve up. There was, nothing new?

    The tingling was still there. He had to be okay. Gren handed him the wet rag and he quickly scrubbed the ink off. But nothing changed.

    Soren felt a change. He grabbed the rag by his bed and cleaned his arm off.

    'Are you okay?' This time it was Soren who drew the question marks.

    'Are you okay?'

    'Yeah why?'

    'You were just writing a lot. What did you write?' Corvus sighed and turned to Gren, "he's okay."

    "That's good."

    'I was tracing your words. I like your handwriting and want to have better handwriting so you don't have to draw so many question marks '

    Corvus smiled. 'Thats sweet.' His stomach filled with butterflies.

    'Awww thanks!'

    Gren sat down next to Corvus, handing him a rag so he could clean off his arm. He took the cloth and rubbed it on his arm.

    'Im going to go train for a little bit. I'll write to you later!" Soren rubbed everything but that off.

    'Okay.' Corvus laid down.

    "I told you it would be okay."

    "You were right."

Codywan Week 2023 Masterlist!

Author's Notes: I just wanted to say this was a very fun writing challenge and the only one I've ever finished one time!! I had so much fun with the prompts!

All of the summaries/notes/warnings will be at the top of every post!

Day 1: Cody With a Lightsaber

Day 2: Tatooine Husbands

Day 3: Only One Bed

Day 4: Secret Relationship

Day 5: Sith Au

Day 6: Caf and Tea and Filmiswork

Day 7: Dancing

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Soultember Prompt 2: Soul Freckles

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Ship: Rayllum

  When kids are young, seeing shapes in freckles is playful. However when the kids started to get older, they began to be told that somewhere written on their bodies by these little specks of color, was a hint to who their soulmate was.

    Rayla was always confused about the freckles on her collarbone. She knew that they would lead her to her soulmate but she couldn't figure out what they meant. They made two backwards Cs with a line at the bottom.

    Callum never understood his freckles. They resembled a full moon. He used to think it was just a circle until he traced the dotted lines inside of it.  The pattern rested on his collarbone. He wished to know who this mysterious stranger was who he was bound to by fate itself.

    The moon shape always worried Sairi and Harrow. They tried to not think too hard about it or to let their worry get in the way of Callum's excitement and detective work.

    Callum never understood their anxiety, why would his soulmate make them so, scared? Worried didn't quite seem right.

    As time passed on, Rayla and Callum grew up. Callum became a big brother and lost his mother. He started training with Soren and drew as much as he could.

    Rayla trained to be an assassin with Runnian. She lost her parents to the battle at the Strom Spire, and now was on a mission to kill the king of Katolis.

    Life takes you places you don't expect. A mission of death led to Rayla and Callum meeting. It led to a beautiful friendship and a prettier romance. As soon as the mage used Aspiro, Rayla understood what the dots on her collarbone meant. The idiot that she was traveling to Xadia with, was her idiot.

    Callum took a little more time to understand. The hints were supposed to be small. There was a curl irony to meet your forever love on the day you lose someone so important to you.

    "So, did you ever make out your soulmate mark?" Rayla asked.

    "I think so. My mom and stepdad used to be really worried about it, but I think they would like her." Callum blushed, "How about you?"

    "I think so." She smiled, "so what is it?"

    "It's a full moon." He pulled his shirt down to show Rayla. "What's yours?"

    "It's a spell." Mimicking Callum, she pulled her collar down to reveal her freckles.

    "Hey! That's Aspiro!"

    Rayla giggled, "yeah, It is." The two were silent for a moment. "we should get going, gotta get Zym home."

    "Yeah."

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Whumptober Day 3: "Make it Stop."

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan is sent to deal with an Earthblood Cartel.

Warning: Character Death

    Runaan moved swiftly around the tree line of the forest. He was near an Earthblood elf camp. He was there to kill the ring leader of a shroom cartel. The gang has been nothing but trouble, killing the people who displeased them.

    So Runaan was there to shut it all down. Unknown to him, he has a visitor. As he approached the camp, he pulled his bow over his shoulder and scouted the area.

    Then he turned around. It startled him, seeing Rayla. She had followed him. How the assassin didn't notice, he didn't know. Maybe he just taught her well?

    "Rayla" Runaan whispered harshly.

    "I came to help."

    "I'll be fine."

    "Why can't I help?"

    "You don't know what you're doing! You're too young."

    "I'm 12! I'm sure it's fine."

    "Stay here."

    "Fine." Rayla sat at the base of a nearby tree. She crossed her arms and sighed.

    Runaan sighed. "Stubborn child" he whispered. "Stay out of trouble."

    "I will."

    Runaan looked back then started towards the cartel. He was nervous but not for himself. Rayla was young and now she was alone. Too many thoughts crossed his mind. But for now, he would just have to focus on his mission.

    He reached the edge of the village and snuck in using the moon's shadow. It took longer than he expected to find the cartel but that should only be a minor setback.

    Sneaking into the building Runaan hid near some stairs. Pulling his bow apart, he nabbed the first elf quickly and slit their throat. Blood fell to the ground as Rannan placed the stranger behind the stairs.

    As he made his way further into the building he carefully killed the members he had been instructed to and left the others knowing that they would rather be too scared or wanted out to begin with.

    Then came the last few rooms. There was screaming from the last room. It has only just come into earshot. The victim sounded young. 

    It startled Runaan. He walked past the few other rooms he had left and stood outside the door. Inside a deep booming voice spoke, "tell me where they are!"

    A small voice answered. "I don't know!" A little girl. Runaan almost broke the door. Children were his weakness.

    The girl was around 12, and looked just like Rayla. Her hair was a little bit shorter, her eyes a bit lighter, and her skin a bit darker. She had multiple wounds all over her body.

    Runaan knew the girl. Not by name but he had seen her around the village. He pulled his knife as the leader of the cartel pulled the girl up by her hair.

    The assassin saw red. As he got ready to attack a man grabbed him from behind. One of the most important rules of being an assassin crossed Runaan's mind, never get distracted.

    The leader grabbed something from a table, "you little bitch! You brought this fucker here!" The shine of a blade could be seen as Runaan fought the bastard that held him.

    The knife slid into the child's side. Runaan finally got the man off of him and grabbed his knife that had fallen to the ground. He ran it though the leader's chest making the rest of the drug deals stop with fear.

    Runaan swiftly executed the rest of the Earthblood elves that surrounded him and the girl. He neglected his own body, doing anything to keep the child safe.

    The remainder of the cartel members fled once they decide that they cared more about their lives than their dead boss.

    Runaan moved to take care of the girl. She lay, bleeding out on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "It hurts!" Her voice cracked in a way that made the assassin's blood run cold.

    "I know." He tried to sooth her.

    "Make it stop! Please, make it stop!"

    "I" Ranaan paused. "it's okay." 

    "Make it stop!"

    "It's okay." He couldn't stop the pain. As badly as he wanted to there was nothing he could do to help her but hold the wound and pray he could get to a doctor in time.

    He wanted nothing more then to switch places with her. If he could take the pain, taking it from her and feel it all for her he would.

    It didn't take long for the screaming to turn to turn to just heavy breathing. Then nothing at all. It stopped. Her pain, her screaming, her heart, it all just stopped.

    Runaan picked her up gently and stumbled to his feet. Her pain may have stopped but his didn't. He didn't think it ever would. He walked out of the building and back into the woods. There he met Rayla who had fallen asleep against the tree.

    He sat the girl's body down out of view and kneeled to wake Rayla up. He shook her lightly and she began to stir.

    "Oh you're back" she spoke.

    Runaan didn't say anything instead he just grabbed her into a tight hug. It was the only time Rayla would ever see the man cry. He held her for a while before letting her go. "Let's, go home."