"They seriously disapprove. 🤷‍♀️🙄 The two baddest generals reporting for duty! I’ve been wanting to finish this piece forever and finally had the time and motivation to do so! I haven’t drawn @libanezpencil’s Beaut. Zaria in so long! I loved these poses and expressions. These two’s relationship will forever be one of my favorites and so iconic."

Awkwardly, and silently, Obi-Wan and Wiltshire stood in the elevator. Wil didn't have much to say— nor plan to say anything. The general was way above his ranks, and they had no business with each other. But this was Beridin's best friend. He saw how she wrapped her arms around him... Obi-Wan cleared his voice. This made Wiltshire lift his head, and stand up just a bit more straight. "Captain. If it were not for your brains, General Darimur's brawn may have gotten her killed." He said this with a hint of humor to his tone. Wiltshire looked at him. "She listens to you— That is a rare thing... Thank you for protecting her." Wiltshire was taken aback by the Jedi's vulnerability, especially with someone he barely knew. There was a weird sensation that came with a shared affection for one person. Kenobi seemed to care about the Clone's Jedi dearly, maybe as much as he did. He suddenly felt very small. And very out of line. "Just doing my duty sir." He replied simply, attempting to keep a neutral tone. Obi-Wan however, could see through this, and studied the Clone. His blue eyes piercing him. "She won't let you do it again." This managed to get a sincere chuckle out of him, in which the Jedi also joined in. For a moment, they were both only human. "I have done everything in my power to foresee that the 498th has all it needs to defend Ryloth alongside the Clans. I wish I could do more. But your men are strong, as are their leaders. I have faith in the front. However..." The Jedi drifted off. He rubbed his chin before continuing. "I fear Beridin will do anything to protect her people. At whatever cost." With new found worry, he turned to look at Wil again. "...If I may ask of you to carry on, then I will." The Jedi swallowed. He didn't need to say much more. Wiltshire didn't break eye contact with him. He was asking him to ensure his friend's safety. The truth was, he didn't have to ask. Dying for her if he had to was already and always the plan. "My place is by her side, Master Jedi." He finally stated. Obi-Wan smiled, though it was somber. He nodded. "Very good Captain." Finally the elevator opened. "May the force be with you all." He stepped out first, and glanced over his shoulder before continuing down the hallway. Wiltshire watched him go for a moment, then began to follow after slowly.

Awkwardly, and silently, Obi-Wan and Wiltshire stood in the elevator. Wil didn't have much to say— nor plan to say anything. The general was way above his ranks, and they had no business with each other. But this was Beridin's best friend. He saw how she wrapped her arms around him... Obi-Wan cleared his voice. This made Wiltshire lift his head, and stand up just a bit more straight. "Captain. If it were not for your brains, General Darimur's brawn may have gotten her killed." He said this with a hint of humor to his tone. Wiltshire looked at him. "She listens to you— That is a rare thing... Thank you for protecting her." Wiltshire was taken aback by the Jedi's vulnerability, especially with someone he barely knew. There was a weird sensation that came with a shared affection for one person. Kenobi seemed to care about the Clone's Jedi dearly, maybe as much as he did. He suddenly felt very small. And very out of line. "Just doing my duty sir." He replied simply, attempting to keep a neutral tone. Obi-Wan however, could see through this, and studied the Clone. His blue eyes piercing him. "She won't let you do it again." This managed to get a sincere chuckle out of him, in which the Jedi also joined in. For a moment, they were both only human. "I have done everything in my power to foresee that the 498th has all it needs to defend Ryloth alongside the Clans. I wish I could do more. But your men are strong, as are their leaders. I have faith in the front. However..." The Jedi drifted off. He rubbed his chin before continuing. "I fear Beridin will do anything to protect her people. At whatever cost." With new found worry, he turned to look at Wil again. "...If I may ask of you to carry on, then I will." The Jedi swallowed. He didn't need to say much more. Wiltshire didn't break eye contact with him. He was asking him to ensure his friend's safety. The truth was, he didn't have to ask. Dying for her if he had to was already and always the plan. "My place is by her side, Master Jedi." He finally stated. Obi-Wan smiled, though it was somber. He nodded. "Very good Captain." Finally the elevator opened. "May the force be with you all." He stepped out first, and glanced over his shoulder before continuing down the hallway. Wiltshire watched him go for a moment, then began to follow after slowly.