Nothing Special
It wasn't anything special - it didn't even register in his mind the first time he saw it. It was just a thick silver ring hanging from a chain.
On his General's neck.
With a Mando'a phrase inscribed into it.
Nothing. Special.
Bullshit, Cody thought when he watched his General untuck the chain over and over again, during a moment's rest, when everything was quiet and everyone was sleeping - ha! - and they could take a moment to breathe.
It had to mean something, giving that General Kenobi was currently rubbing his finger over the inscription while they leaned against the cave they had decided to occupy for the night. A wind storm raged outside, causing the trees to knock together and animals to howl. Inside the cave, it was quiet except for the murmurs of the troopers trying to sleep and the quiet crackle of their pathetic fire.
Cody leaned his head against the cave, sighing heavily. The ration bars and filtered water he had eaten weren't sitting well, and he shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his stomach.
"We'll leave this planet soon, Cody."
"I'm actually finding this weather rather enjoyable - it reminds me of Kamino."
General Kenobi smiled softly, staring at the ring. "We all need little reminders of home...and some hurt more than others."
"Sir? I don't quite understand…"
"No…" General Kenobi gave a heavy sigh, watching some of their men - probably unable to sleep - start a round of cards. "No, I suppose you wouldn't."
Cody pressed his lips together, glancing outside when a particular large gust of wind ripped out a bush from its roots. He watched it flail wildly, slowing getting lost in the void of rain and swirling debris. "General Mundi has rings like that - not inscribed in Mando'a, of course."
"Five of them - one for each of his wives."
"Mmm." Cody glanced at his General, and gave a small smirk. "You're not very subtle."
General Kenobi shrugged, holding the ring to his lips for a moment. "Do you want me to wear Kryze clan colors instead?"
He shook his head, and clapped General Kenobi on the shoulder. "The Duchess and you make a good match, vod."
Author's note: God, I wrote more. Why does this always happen? Why why why? Ughhh
Well anyways - enjoy! Let me know what you think!
ii Digestive Reader ii