Chapter One: Unextraordinary


"Take out those drones! Take 'em out, take 'em out!"

"Medic! We need a medic over here!"

"Ghost Company, come on! We need to move!"

"Red Company follow! Follow them, now!"

A clone's voice crackled through his comlink. "Sir - sir, the drones keep coming! We can't keep up with the bombs overhead!"

Anakin scratched his neck, glancing between the many screens showing the details of the battle below. He was wondering when a time would come for Ahsoka and her team to be able to run down to the planet's surface and deliver the humanitarian supplies.

"If they could divert all Seppies to the north quadrent of the planet for even a few hours the 501st could easily seing down and deliver supplies and be out quickly."

"Mmm...Cody, I'm not fond of leaving a company en-planet fighting while the rest of us flee." Anakin held up his hand as the Marshal Commander opened his mouth, turning around and looking at a different battle on a nearby planet - the 212th had paired with half of the 7th Sky Corps to take down some factories...and evacuate some of the Separatist Congress members. It wasn't an ideal situation, but even he knew that those senators prevented so much destruction by reigning in their colleagues. To lose them would mean a tilt in the war effort.

Cody folded his arms over his chest, glancing at a few different screens.

"How many Legions do we have in the field?" Anakin muttered.

"Across the Galaxy?" Cody stepped to a navicomputer in the command room and logged in. He poked around a moment before shaking his head. "Everyone from the 201st to the 501st - unless you count the Squad Seven or Decoy Seven Squad. They're helping General Quinlan with his newest mission."

Anakin nodded, glancing back to the 501st screens. It drove him a little - alot - nuts that he spent more time in the air than on the field now. Managing an army and a Sky Corp was not what he expected.

"Most of the legions are teamed up en planets?"

"Either under their Jedi Generals or civilian Generals. About two to three a planet - and most of them are performing evacuations are humanitarian or medical aid."

"Hmmm…" Anakin hadn't quite realized how often his legion had been deployed to fight until he gave command of it to Ahsoka. He was so worried all the time.

Because Obi-Wan wasn't a Jedi anymore.

He didn't even know most of those under his command right now.

How did he do this?

Anakin tapped his comlink, calling Ahsoka first then Rex. He ignored the Marshal Commander, waving him to take care of a message from an unknown officer.

"Ahsoka, Rex. Do you two copy?"

There was a crackle, then the sound of gunshots. He winced, waiting.

"Hey Skyguy! We ready to land yet?"

"We're still clearing Seppies General." Rex sounded exhausted. "I'm not sure when the Commander's team can come down."

Anakin glanced at the moving dots that indicated half of the 501st on the ground. "Rex - we'll keep you down there along enough to push the Seppies to the north quadrent of the planet. That way Ahsoka's team can land, deliver supplies, and we can get you out of there."

"Sir!" Rex yelled. "There are civilians everywhere! If we push to the north...we lose people."

Anakin grimaced, thinking of all the lives he would be responsible for.

...but how many would he save?

Everything is from a certain point of view.

He started to sound like Obi-Wan.

"Rex - just do it. We don't have a choice. We have to get that supplies down there and you guys out."

"Master - " Ahsoka started.

"Ahsoka, Rex - those are orders."

Rex was quiet for a moment, the sounds of battle filtering through. He then sighed. "Yes sir - I'll relay the orders."

Anakin grimaced, muttering his approval before switching the comlink off. He was aware of the Marshal Commander staring at him curiously. "What Cody?"

Cody tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ya know, I might wind up liking you as my commanding officer."


It was an unextraordinary day. Simple. Plain. There was nothing grand about what they were doing.

Or maybe finishing doing - it was hard to tell. She was little foggy, given how many times they had made love or what time it was.

The afternoon had been relatively normal. Or, what had become their normal.

Satine was aware of him kissing her neck, mumbling something, rocking their hips together. She didn't think she could move much - and he doubted he could either. It had been months since they had made love so many times she lost track.

It had to be somewhere in the early morning by now.

Whoops.

A contented sigh escaped her when their lips met. It was a soft kiss, not overly fierce or demanding. Just slow and sweet.

Satine twined her fingers in his hair, pushing herself closer against his chest. His beard had grown out again - though shockingly, she realized she actually liked it.

"I love you," she mumbled, drawing her legs closer, wanting his warmth and weight.

He was propped on an arm, one hand - for lack of a better term - foddling her breast. "Love you too."

Six weeks... that's how long he had been here, made his decision to stay.

A weird six weeks, struggling to recover and crying and talking long into the night about topics they had long ignored. About their relationship before, about Siri and Bel, about drug uses and alcohol dependence, about fears and hopes and what the hell were they doing, oh my God, they were doing this, with the war going on and -

Obi-Wan squeezed her breast gently to get her attention, a frown on his face.

Giving a small huff, she leaned her head against his bicep. A hesitant smile crossed her face, and she gave a breathless laugh, letting it sink in. "We...just - oh my God."

A soft smile upturned the frown. He bent his head, giving her a chaste kiss - hilarious, because he was still inside her. As if remembering that fact, he pulled out and rested on his side, facing her as she rolled over.

Obi-Wan watched her draw patterns on his scarred chest. Each were a story - most from battle, some stupid stunts he'd pulled with friends. He took her small hand in his, pressing a kiss to each knuckle until she laughed.

A comfortable silence stretched between them. It was strange, to listen to the sounds of the palace and not have to worry about being called away for some emergency - too much. Satine still ruled the system.

He was kind of...floating, trying to figure out his purpose. His life was the Order. Most of his friends… In a few days he needed to head back to Coruscant, disrupt their bliss and settle his resignation.

Deal with Anakin.

A sigh escaped him.

Satine stroked his cheek, meeting his gaze. She accepted the kiss on the brow, half-burying her head in the pillows while he stroked a hand over her body, watching his path curiously. Gooseflesh covered her while he stroked, moving over her arm and back and bum, sliding over her thigh briefly before trailing through her hair and resting his hand on her lower abdomen.

Another sigh escaped him, followed by a laugh of disbelief.

She covered his hand, squeezing it tightly.

"...we just spent the night trying to concieve." Obi-Wan shook her head, the nights events sinking in. "...holy shit."

"Yeah, that kind of happens when you don't use a condom or any - Ben!" Satine shrieked when she was suddenly pinned to the bed, wrists above her head. A fierce kiss was pressed to her lips, leaving her breathless.

Obi-Wan rested his head against hers, grinning a bit like a madman. "Thank you, my dear."

"For not making you wear anything?" Satine murmured, raising her eyebrows while she rubbed her foot against his shin.

He kissed her again, a bit more softly. "For giving us a future."

"We didn't have a future before?" she quipped, though her smile was large. "You're a sap."

"At least I don't quote lines from musicals at you," Obi-Wan grumbled, laying back down. "I taught him better than that."

Satine laughed, rubbing a soothing arm over his shoulder. If he could make a good-natured gripe about Anakin, then maybe things were beginning to heal between them. She hadn't pried the past few weeks, hadn't asked how much contact the two had.

It wasn't her business.


"Master Yoda - what can I do for you today?"

Yoda stopped his browsing of the lower shelves and glanced over. A small smile crossed his face. "Madume Nu - no help, I need. Thinking, pondering, perhaps. The library, a good place to do that."

The aged librarian raised her eyebrows, skimming the shelves he was looking at. Novels and books about the Mando'a/Jettise Wars. It wasn't common knowledge that a certain Jedi was leaving... though it was common knowledge how much he loved the current Duchess.

Folding her arms, Madame Nu shook her head. "It's okay to say you'll miss Obi-Wan - he is a part of your lineage."

"To grieve is not the Jedi way."

Madame Nu rolled her eyes while he tottered towards a thick novel and stretched up to reach it. He couldn't quite, and without fanfare she stepped forward and took it off the shelf for him.

"Could have retrieved it myself, Madame." Yoda held the large volume between his small claws. He gave a small grin. "Use the Force, I could have."

"Wouldn't that be an inappropriate use of the Force?"

"Grandmaster I am." Yoda chuckled at her expression. "When 900 years old you reach you decide what's an inappropriate use of the Force."

"Hmmm - do you wish to check that book out now or when you leave?"

"Now, if you do not mind. Research, I wish to do." Yoda tottered after her, holding his book like a prized possession. He hummed a bit, following her to the circulation desk. It took a moment to check out the novel - it hadn't been checked in at least a decade.

"The Treaty of General Tano…" Madame Nu frowned at the title, remembering the theory that Ahsoka Tano and long-dead General Tano were distantly related. She shook her head, deciding it was none of her business. If the green troll wanted to figure out how to make peace with the Mandalorians, then she would support it.

Madame Nu finished scanning, noticing the few knights and padawans behind him. She really needed more assistants - the war had stretched everyone so thin. "It's due in four weeks Master Yoda."


"I can't believe you - "

Anakin held up his hand when his padawan stormed into the command room, focused on the figure before him.

Ahsoka swallowed, bowing her head at the Hologram. There was still blood on her montrols and dirt on her clothes. "Master Windu - I am sorry for the intrusion."

Mace shook his head in amusement. "I will blame Obi-Wan for your humility, padawan."

Anakin rolled his eyes, laying a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. A soft smile crossed his face, though it didn't reach his eyes in the dimness of the room. "We should thank Ahsoka, Master Windu, for risking her troops and delivering the supplies. She even had fewer civilian losses than anticipated."

"Very good - and the troops staying?"

Anakin folded his arms over his chest. "I left a legion to help the citizens against the droid attacks - they will report to one of the Generals under my command once every few days, and once a week to Cody or myself."

"The 501st is in the air?"

Ahsoka stepped forward, giving a small nod. "Yes. We did not obtain many losses and very few are in medical. They are with our main fleet at the moment on The Resolute - I needed to be on The Negotiatior to discuss something with Master Skywalker."

"We're far away enough from any Separatist territories Mace - most of my fleet is in orbit, awaiting orders. We're only a few parsecs from the planet we just left."

Mace nodded, pressing his lips together. "You'll have to keep awaiting orders in afraid - only for a few hours. There's...been word of something happening in the Outer Rim. I want everyone on standby for now."

"The Dark Side?" Ahsoka asked, cocking her head. "I haven't felt anything."

"... it's always best to be wary." Mace gave a smile to her. "Good job Ahsoka - and enjoy a few hours respite."

Anakin nodded to the Jedi Master, turning the machines off when the Hologram fizzled. He was quiet for a moment, fiddling with the controls, not looking at her. The stars shone through the window, shining on the equipment.

"I'm gonna - "

"You do realize you have more responsibility now, Ahsoka?" Anakin raised his head, not exactly angry but... exhausted. "You're not just under my command, you run a legion. You have to think of the greater good - "

"Even if it means losing lives we could - "

"Don't think I take the loss of lives lightly Ahsoka." Anakin tried to smile and failed. "Rex and you did so much for the planet in a short time - they'll be thankful..even though some of them probably don't agree with the Republic."


Author's note: Hellooooo! Enjoy the new chapter of this fic! I hope everyone likes this fic - I plan to destroy everyone even more :D

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