Devil-O-Angel

Funny mental image for you: Jocasta finds out Dooku stole a bunch of holocrons on his way out of the Order when doing a stockcheck after learning Kamino was deleted. Gatecrashes the execution on Geonosis, accidentally stealing Mace's thunder when she goes for her old friend with fire and brimstone and Mace, very wisely, takes three large steps back to give her all the space she needs to tear a strip out of Dooku up one side and down the other about fucking with her archives. Lightsaber optional.

Oh wow, yes please. 

The fact that you are producing so much stellar everyone lives/nobody dies AU clone content right now is all that is getting me through these last final Clone Wars episodes. Yesterday's episode almost killed me -- you'd think I'd be more prepared considered I've known about Order 66 for 15 years now. Since I'm trying to ignore what is happening in cannon, can we get a happy snippet from one of your many amazing WIPs?

“Sir, there's an unfamiliar ship inbound!” Odd Ball’s voice crackles over the comm, and Obi-Wan has half a second to register the warning before he adds, desperate, “We can't raise them, and our shots aren’t doing anything. Closing on your location fast, General!”

“Oh, that’s precisely what we need,” Obi-Wan says, desperately aggrieved, so exhausted he could almost cry, and calls, “Boil!”

Boil, practically crouched over a sickeningly still Cody as he shields the commander from incoming fire, lifts his head from behind a fallen walker just long enough to signal that he heard the alert, too. “Torrent, Ghost Company, bogey above!” he shouts, and the whole company scatters as much as they're able while pinned down by enemy fire. Obi-Wan returns a string of blaster shots, then turns to put his back against Anakin’s, just as a very old freighter that looks like it shouldn’t even be flying roars overhead.

“What is that?” Anakin demands, sounding deeply offended by the very thought of the thing still being space-worthy. “How come Odd Ball couldn’t take it out? A bird could take it out!”

“Apparently not,” Obi-Wan says, eyeing it. Even Hondo likely wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing, so it’s not him, but it’s certainly not a Separatist ship, either. He judges the distance he’d need to jump to carve a hole in the underside, but it’s moving too fast, is just a little too high. Like whoever is on it knows Jedi capabilities, and is carefully avoiding giving any openings.

Obi-Wan rather doesn’t like that.

And then, all at once, a huge section of the approaching droid army simply lifts. Like a dozen Jedi just picked them up, they shoot into the air, then crash back down with force. Parts spray, and Obi-Wan throws up a hand to shield their troopers from the worst of it. “Anakin?” he demands, because Anakin is the only one he knows with anything close to approaching that amount of power.

“Not me,” Anakin says, eyes faintly wide, and adds, “I think it’s someone on the ship. Master Yoda, maybe?”

But Obi-Wan can feel Yoda all the way across the battlefield, defending the city, and it’s not him. “No,” he manages, half an instant before the ship’s ramp descends. It hurtles above them, picking up speed, but a lone figure tumbles out, a pale star falling right towards the thickest knot of droids and troopers. The power that curls around her in the Force is immense, immeasurable, with a lightness to it that’s like the sun.

Obi-Wan hasn’t seen anything like that in years, and he’d been absolutely certain that last time was the absolute last time anyone would, because she died.

“Fay,” he says, bewildered, and Anakin shoots him a startled look.

“You know her?” he demands. “Who is she?”

Fay hits the ground, and like a gust of wind her power sweeps through the droids, through the troopers. It hits Obi-Wan and Anakin an instant later, and Obi-Wan almost staggers. Anakin does stagger, and Obi-Wan grabs his elbow, holds him on his feet as the warmth of Force-healing curls through his body. It sinks deep into his bones, soothing bruises, wearing away at the edge of exhaustion that’s been riding him for weeks of campaigns. At the same time, all around them, droids clatter to a halt. There's a trembling moment, a hum so low and deep Obi-Wan feels it more than hears it, and—

Like cheap tin cans, every droid within sight crumples in on itself, then drops, inoperable.

“Sithing hells,” Anakin breathes. “What was that?”

In the middle of the now much quieter battlefield, Fay rises to her feet. Turns, a sweep of pale cream robes and golden-brown hair and a presence like a star, and walks towards them. Droids clear themselves out of her way as she does, piling themselves off to the side, and Obi-Wan has to swallow at the look on her face. Not angry, or anything of the sort. Serene, almost, like she’s halfway to a trance, without anything in the galaxy that could touch her inner peace.

“Master Fay,” he says as she approaches. “You survived?”

“The Force had work for me,” Fay says without pausing, and drops to one knee in front of Waxer where he’s crumpled in the dirt. Obi-Wan’s chest aches like a kick beneath his ribs, because he saw Waxer go down, couldn’t get to him in time—

With a choked breath, Waxer jerks, rolling up onto his knees and automatically reaching for his blaster. Then he stops, as if he’s bewildered by the lack of blaster fire, by the Jedi healer kneeling in the dirt in front of him, and looks at her for a long moment.

With a sound of sheer, aching relief, Boil hits the ground next to him and drags him into his arms, hugging him desperately. “Waxer,” he hisses. “You karking idiot, why—why would you take that shot—”

Waxer slowly, carefully wraps his arms around Boil in return, but he doesn’t look away from Fay. “I don’t think it matters anymore,” he says dazedly.

Fay smiles at him. “It matters,” she says simply, and rises to her feet. Moves to Cody next, crouching down beside him, and the light touch of her hand brings him gasping back to consciousness. Obi-Wan’s heart leaps, because he’d feared the worst, because Cody was so still, and he crosses the distance between them at a run, grabbing Cody's elbow as he struggles to his feet and ducking under his arm to help hold him up.

“Thank you, Master,” he says to Fay, and—maybe it’s not becoming of a Jedi to feel so much relief at one life saved, but—the rules ceased to matter around Cody a long time ago.

Fay's smile is a little crooked, a little wry. “I might disagree with the Council, Master Kenobi, but this war needs to see an end. We’ll help it find one.”

“We?” Obi-Wan asks, startled, but Fay is already turning away. There are more droids approaching, and she raises her hands, expression twisting. With a rattle, droid parts lift, sharp spears and shards of metal, and Fay breathes out.

“Did you think I would come alone?” she asks, and then lunges, a lioness on the battle-scarred plain. A whirlwind of metal and improvised weapons surges around her, and she crashes into the approaching army like a force of nature.

“Kriff,” Cody says, wide-eyed. “That’s a Jedi?”

Obi-Wan kind of wants to be insulted by that tone, but watching Fay, he can't quite manage it. “One of the nomadic Masters,” he says instead, and takes a careful breath. “No one’s seen her outside the Outer Rim in centuries.”

“No offense, sir, but she just saved our shebs,” Boil says frankly, and lets Waxer slide to the ground behind the walker. “And all of the men.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says, and exchanges looks with Anakin, fallen troopers stirring all around them. “She most certainly did, Sergeant.”

Obi-Wan, the so called perfect Jedi but you and we all know that isn't strictly true. So how about writing something fun with that?

Now,some would say that Obi-Wan was the pinnacle of a ‘perfect’ Jedi,would hold him on a pedestal and claim that his strive to e a‘better’ Jedi than those around him was what made him better orhis appearance of being without attachment and obeying laws, rulesand the Council.

Thosepeople would of course be totally wrong but there wasn’t muchObi-Wan could do to change that perception as he well knew withAnakin, who often tooted and rolled his eyes about Obi-Wan being theCouncil’s poster boy.

Andif one of the people closest to him couldn’t figure it out…

Well,fuck, then there’s no hope for the rest, even if Mace and Yoda atleast gets that he has attachment and keep an eye on him at times.

Andtherefore it is Obi-Wan’s solemn duty…to kark with theirunderstanding.

Whichis why he in secret gets heelys implanted into his new boots, workingon them in the dead of the night or in his quarters on the Negotiatorto make sure no one will notice the little wheels now hidden insidehis footwear.

Ittakes a month, Obi-Wan would blame that on him fucking up his handand needing to take it easy with his right hand and therefore notbeing able to do detail work or heavy work but finally they are doneand Obi-Wan tests them out for a bit before giggling in delight.

He’ddeny that though, if anyone figured it out and asked, he’d say loudlaughing.

AndObi-Wan has the solemn duty to introduce them on his way to thecouncil meeting, with Anakin at coming with Ahsoka on a day they aregoing to meet at said council meeting.

Steppingout of his quarters, Obi-Wan had to shove his excitement underseveral layers of shielding as he gave a bland smile to the knightsoutside their own quarters.

Andthen he started gliding forward, hearing the hall go silent as heslid forward easily on the heelys as he had planned.

Hehad to contain a wince when he heard something shatter against theground, something of glass but he had a meeting to go to and thatmeant that he couldn’t stop.

“Obi-Wan,there you ar-ah!” Anakin stared at him as Obi-Wan slid to his side,the redhead smiling benevolently up at the other. “Ah… Obi-Wan?”He swallowed, Ahsoka peering around her master with wide eyes at themaster Jedi.

“YesAnakin? Is there something wrong?” Obi-Wan questioned warmly,beaming at the other while inwardly trying to keep his cackling down.

Shakinghis head, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again, clearlyunsure what to say.

“Wellthen, let’s not dally, the council is waiting on us.” Obi-Wanmock chided then started sliding forward again, struggling againstthe urge to laugh as he heard a soft wheeze behind him before Anakinshot after him with Ahsoka, both of them staring at him.

WithObi-Wan pretending complete obliviousness as they slid towards theelevators.

Ofcourse, the council members weren’t any better as Obi-Wan slid tohis seat and sat down in an easy an elegant swish, settling one legover the other but taking care to tilt his sole down so no one wouldsee the inbuilt heely.

Asthe council and his padawan and great padawan stared at him, Obi-Wancontinued to pretend obliviousness, glancing about in return withwide, innocent eyes.

Finally,Yoda shook his head and croaked. “No Force at work I sense.” Hestared at Obi-Wan.

“I’msorry, but what are you saying master Yoda?” Obi-Wan tilted hishead.

Thecouncil exchanged looks, still wide eyed.

Ohthis was going to be so fun and Obi-Wan hopedhe was summoned to the Senate.

Ifthey thought Jedi were supernatural and were superstitious frombefore, Obi-Wan was going to have so much fun gliding around theSenate halls.

Hewould just need to avoid the carpets butoh, the amount of fuckery and kark he could get up to with these…

‘Obi-Wan,you clever bastard, Qui-Gon would be so proud of you.’ Obi-Wancouldn’t help but think as he covered up his mouth with his hand,grinning happily under it as the council continued the meeting whilesending glances towards him.