obi-wan imagines

"what if" order 66

Context: I was inspired by Marvel's new "What If" show, so this is a 'what if' situation where Obi isn't trying to rescue the Chancellor when Order 66 is given.

Themes: ANGST, happy fluff at first

Word Count: 1489
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"I love diplomatic missions like this."

I was standing in the city Walunda on the peaceful planet of Katan. Citizens bustled through the streets around us, never even blinking at the two Jedi and squad of troopers that walked past them.

Obi cleared his throat. "Me too, but I'd much rather be helping on the mission to rescue the Chancellor."

"You know that Anakin can handle that himself," I said as we made our way towards the city hall building. "Besides, it's nice to have a break from the fighting for once."

"Agreed."

The clones followed behind us diligently. I was always happy to have Shady and the gang around, especially on a mission like this where we were able to relax and enjoy each other's company.

"Hey Ace," Dagger piped up. "Can we pick up some food before we leave? We're starving after this difficult mission."

Everyone snickered. Of course, he was referring to the fact that all they had done for the past two days was follow us from meeting to meeting.

"Would you boys rather be fighting an army of droids?" Obi asked.

That seemed to quiet them. From the corner of my eye, I saw Shady smirk.

We walked in a content silence for a few more minutes. The building we needed to be in was on the outskirts of the city, far from the busy markets and charming apartments. I loved being in the fresh air of Katan, so I didn't mind the stroll at all.

It was missions like this that made being a Jedi worth it. In the past few days, we enjoyed hanging out in sunny, outdoor cantinas while we sipped fruity drinks with names we couldn't pronounce. We had all gotten closer, too. I learned that Dagger had an irrational fear of mice droids, so the rest of the boys constantly pranked him by sending all the tiny little droids his way. Another clone in our squad, Poison, got his name after he almost poisoned everyone's drinks with a cleaning solution that he mistook for alcohol. Obi ended up admitting that he regularly skips out on his training to watch pod races on the lower levels of Coruscant. And after a few drinks, I told them all about how the Council had almost banished me a few years back.

A voice echoed in Shady's comm set, snapping me back to reality. Who would be contacting him, and not Obi and I? I wondered. 

"Yes sir," he said grimly.

There was an emotion in his tone I hadn't heard from him in a while: sadness.

"What was that, Shady?" I turned around to face the squad.

All of them had their blasters raised.

"Shady," I whispered.

The sound of them clicking off the safety making my blood run cold. Next to me, Obi was just as on-edge. His hand lingered around the hilt of his lightsaber, which was tucked into his belt.

"The Jedi have committed treason," Shady growled. "You are to be executed for your crimes against the Republic."

There was anger in his words, but fear in his eyes. This isn't Shady. I told myself. He wouldn't ever hurt you. I would have done a better job of calming my nerves if not for the blaster shot that echoed through the alleyway.