Just Two Vode Being Vode

just two vode being vode

them: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST MEANS HUMANS MUST BE INDIVIDUALLY SELF-SUFFICIENT AND COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT

biologist:

captured obi and the 212th going berserk trying to get him back?

Marshal Commander Cody and a few of the Ghost Company are called up the Jedi Temple when the Council first receives the message, the air and the Force around them frigid in the way nature prepares itself for the killing frost of winter. Even Anakin Skywalker, known Chosen One of the Force, feels unease when the men of the currently missing General Kenobi arrive within the Council Chambers. 

Of course, holding their dear General captive is none other than the Sith pet himself, General Grievous. While there were many jokes about the cyborg’s presumed crush on the Jedi, those thoughts are now absent as the message proceeds. With their helmets off, the Jedi Council, Anakin, and Rex watch as fury climbs into the faces of the 212th, bodies tense and hands twitching for their blasters as if their rage alone were enough to kill the cyborg. 

It honestly might be. Rex muses, watching Cody’s face turn to stone when Grievous slaps Kenobi. Force knows they’re not going to be merciful when they find him.  

Master Windu clears his throat before addressing the men. “We’ve already traced the signal to a small planet called Ogum in the Mid Rim. General Skywalker and his men will accompany the 212th on this retrieval mission.” And in a small slip of cruelty, Windu smirks. “And if Grievious cannot be captured without lethal force, then by all means Commander, use lethal force.”

Most of the Council nods in agreement, and Rex silently laments whatever restraint Cody may have had left as a slow, harsh smile spreads across his face. The men behind him no less pleased with the permission they’ve been granted. “Of course General Windu. We will depart immediately.”

“Then you are dismissed.”

With that, all those within the Chambers that are not apart of the Council leave. 

He must be pulling quite the expression for General Skywalker to pull him aside. “You good Rex? You look like when Hardcase tried to juggle those grenades in the hangar yesterday.”

“Uh, I’m fine sir.” He assured, “just thinking about how General Windu made a mistake when he offhandedly gave the 212th Attack Battalion permission to go apeshit.”

Now it was time for Anakin’s face to turn shocked. “A mistake? Why’s that?”

With that, Rex shuddered, eyes wide with the kind of horror one gets when reminded of a specific experience. “There’s a reason they’re called Ghost Company General. Kenobi’s trained those men personally- I assure you that I’m going to do my best to stay away from them once we hit the planet’s surface.” He gave his General a pointed look. “You and Commander Tano had best stay away from them too. Sith’s hell is about to be raised, and I for sure am not getting anywhere near it.”

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Even on the Resolute, Anakin could only watch in muted horror as he observed form the bridge of his ship, the Negotiator pulling off moves in space that shouldn’t even be possible as they broke through the barricade around the planet. The gun and dropships pulling off evasive moves that Anakin himself wouldn’t dare to do with the men inside. Ahsoka seemed to be in agreement as they piled into one of the dropships. He mentally prayed to any Force gods and goddesses out there that the pilot didn’t get any ideas.

His Captain seemed to be doing the same. “Now you know why I told you to stay the kark out of their way.”

“They’re absolutely crazy!” Ahsoka muttered. “What are they thinking?”

Rex shook his head sagely. “Oh, I can assure you Commander, they’re not.”

By the time they reached the surface, there were barely any droids left to fight. Anakin personally saw one of the 212th’s shinies backflip off a rock and shoot three droids in midair before turn and smacking another with his blaster before running after his brothers. He saw Commander Cody nod in approval before snapping a droids head clean off with his bare hands. 

Just what was Obi-Wan teaching his men?!

He nudged his Padawan, “you saw that right? It’s not just me?”

“Crystal, Skyguy.” She blocked a blaster shot and ducked underneath another one. “Do you mind if I ditch the 501st to learn whatever the kriff they’re doing?!”

And like all good Masters, he corrected her language before throwing himself back into the fray. 

When they finally got to the fortress, Ghost Company was already well inside, leaving the battlefield behind them a mess of scrap metal that probably couldn’t even be recycled. “Force, they’re fast!” Anakin cried.

“You’re telling me General!” Rex growled, running after his brothers, “you didn’t have to train under Cody! Kriff, it’s no wonder he’s the Marshal Commander of the GAR!”

Anakin didn’t need to be told twice. He grimaced, following the sound of droids being absolutely decimated through the halls of the fortress. And of course, as competent as his men, Obi-Wan had already freed himself and was smiling at his men before him. It would have been a sweet scene if not for the injuries the man sported... as well as the pile of droids at his feet. Force.

The 212th General just smiled. “This certainly is a welcome party. Did you boys have fun at least? Good old game of storm the castle.”

The grin on Cody’s face was one might describe as feral as the men laughed. “Oh, you know how Mondays are General.”

One of the men, that Anakin knew would be Waxer, piped up. “Kind of upset that we couldn’t face off against Grievous! Now that would have been a challenge!” The others around him gave a cheer, the bloodthirst that had been slowly dwindling suddenly rising again at the mention of the sleemo that had captured their General. 

Both him and Rex shuddered. 

Ahsoka turned her wide eyes on them and asked incredulously, “they’re not serious are they?”

Rex paled and settled a hand on her shoulder. “Kid, the 212th are a bunch of crazy bastards. Like I told the General, there’s a reason that these men in particular are called Ghost Company.”

If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect

TiL (click to go to the thread, which probably has more interesting tidbits I missed).

Bonus:

god forbid 5000 year old girls do anything