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Cody stares into glittering, golden, eyes. A familiar gold. 212th gold. Cody always suspected the Force was a troll. Now he knows.
And he sighs.
"Did you have a plan for this, sir?" He asks.
And his Gener- well. He's probably not their General any more. Definitely not their Jedi.
Kenobi's complete lack of self esteem seems to have struck again, because he looks utterly baffled by the question.
"I'm absolutely sure you know what a plan is, sir."
"Cody," Kenobi says, confusion not clearing, "I ..."
Cody patiently waits him out, not bothering to hide his amusement. As if any of them would abandon their Kenobi just because his eyes changed colour and he got grumpy.
"We can get you a pair of glasses, or a bucket, short-term, sir, if the plan is to carry on as-is." Cody tilts his head, considering, and cracks his shields the tiniest fraction, letting his smugness ooze into the force. "A bucket, I should think. You'd need the rest of the armour to go with it as well of course. If you don't want anyone asking awkward questions."
"Cody..." Kenobi tries again.
"Or we could head off into seppie space and 'follow the will of the force' and see if the force gives us better intel than the War Office does."
"That's not-" Kenobi begins reflexively, then pinches the bridge of his nose and cuts himself off. Cody smirks, and stays quiet, point made.
"Cody, I'm a sith." Kenobi points out.
"An acute observation, sir."
"Cody," Kenobi is actively pleading with him now. "I could hurt you."
"Will you?" Cody asks, fills the question with the driest skepticism he can manage.
"No!" Kenobi seems outraged by the very idea.
"Well then, sir. Where are we going, and do you want a bucket?"
Golden eyes are still watching him, lost.
Cody sighs. The drama of this man.
"Do you still have free will, sir?" Cody asks.
Kenobi blinks a few times, raises his hand to stroke his beard as he mulls the question over.
"I believe so, yes."
"Then you won't hurt us, sir." That's never been in question. "You said once that Sith gain their power through suffering, right?"
Kenobi nods slowly.
"They - we - do, yes."
"The way I see it, sir," Cody says, "Is that there's plenty of suffering in the Galaxy already. No need to make more. Find a big patch of suffering, use it to power the sithness, and use the sithness to end the suffering. Then move onto the next patch."
Kenobi is watching him with wide glittering eyes. He doesn't seem to be breathing.
"Sir," Cody asks, "do you still need to breathe?"
Kenobi pulls in a breath, and lets it out on a chuckle, low and deep. Cody patches the hole in his shields. He doesn't need his Sith feeling that.
"Thank you, my dear. Sith do, in fact, have to breathe."
Cody's Sith is watching him consideringly. Cody feels just a little like prey. He hides another smirk.
"Unless the absolute core of who you are has changed, you'll never cause suffering of another for your own gain." He tells him. Because for some reason he apparently needs the obvious pointing out to him.
The look in his Sith's eyes now is wonder.
"If it makes you feel better, sir, I can promise to end you if you ever do."
A smile slides onto his Sith's lips, slow and dangerous, and he stalks closer, closing the distance between them.
Cody dissolves the patch in his shields again, lets the thick, viscous, beat of his heart echo out into the force.
"Oh my dear," his Sith whispers against his ear, "do you think you could?"
In one movement, Cody has his Sith on his knees on the ground in front of him, arm twisted up behind his back, gripping the back of his neck with his other hand.
"Don't ask questions you know the answer to." Cody scolds. He's always been better at hand-to-hand. "Do you know what colour your eyes are, sir?"
His Sith freezes under his hands, confused.
"Yellow, I would presume."
"They're gold, sir." Cody doesn't bother keeping the smugness out of his voice. "212th gold. You're ours, just as much as we're yours. And you always have been. Now, sir. What's the plan?"
His Sith falls quiet, thinking. Then,
"If I promise to behave, will you let me up?"
"You've never behaved a day in your life." Cody grumbles as he loosens his grip.
"A word of warning, Commander," Kenobi says as he climbs to his feet. "I'm having a little more difficulty than usual refraining from acting on my own desires." Golden eyes meet his. "You might want to consider keeping that little hole in your shields patched."
Cody hums, and narrows his eyes.
"Difficulty refraining from acting on your desires or on mine?"
Kenobi pauses for a second to consider the question.
"If I felt no desire for you, I wouldn't be affected by yours for me. So I'm not sure if the answer is mine, or both."
"In that case sir, once you've finished trying to distract me from the fact that you don't have a plan and have no idea what you're doing or where we're going next," his Sith huffs in offence, "Once you have given me a plan, and once that plan is in motion, I will ask you if you want to act on that desire."
Cody's Sith reaches for him, eyes a soft molten gold. He cups Cody's face with his hands, tilts it so he can press a kiss to Cody's forehead.
"You are right." His Sith murmurs, "I have always been yours. Completely."
The hole in Cody's shields, still cracked open, means his Sith knows what he's doing to Cody. Knows that Cody loves him. Trusts him to lead them anywhere.
And Cody...Cody can feel how his Sith is awed by that.
Cody sighs, and raises an eyebrow.
"Is that a force bond, sir?"
His Sith startles, then starts fumbling.
"Ah, yes, I'm sorry Commander, let me just-"
Cody chuckles and shakes his head slightly between his Sith's hands.
"Leave it, sir." It'll be useful in tracking his Sith down next time he gets into trouble.
The Sith in question clicks his tongue against his teeth, amused and resigned, then lets go, stepping back, and his eyes shine with mischief. "Tell me, my dear, how do you feel about the Hutts?"
He'll need to get his hands on some paint, Cody thinks. They probably shouldn't be running around in mostly white armour when they're not on missions sanctioned by the republic.
Black and Gold sounds good.
The clones have never hesitated painting their allegiance all over them.