Sentinel Wars Chapter 5/?
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This already went up on AO3 and Tumblr, and I haven't posted Chapters 1-4 on Dreamwidth, but here is Chapter 5 of my Clone Wars-era slow-burn Rex/Obi-Wan Sentinel AU fic:
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“You can be in charge of this one, Rex,” Rex mocks under his breath, taking aim with his ascension gun. “Nothing like a little bit of trouble to test your limits, Rex.” His comm is on tightbeam, broadcasting solely to Cody’s helmet, mostly because the three rookies between them are already tense and they don't need the distraction. Rex is thriving on the distraction of bitching out his brother; there’s no better pastime when they're gearing up to shoot some clankers.
“You said you wanted a trial run,” Cody replies mildly.
“Hell of a trial run,” Rex mutters. He lets fly with the ascension gun, watching carefully as the line goes up and latches to the underside of the landing pad. A firm tug proves that the claw has a solid grip. “If I get shot I'm telling Kenobi it was your fault.”
“He- ah, shit,” Cody grumps, checking his own line at the same time. “I was gonna say he likes me better than you, but we both know that's not true, now is it?”
“Cody!” Rex hisses in shock. “He's your General!”
“Yeah, and I'm around him all damn day, you think I don't notice when his heart rate picks up?”
“He’s a Jedi!”
“He's your Guide,” Cody retorts, like that's all that matters, regs and cultural differences be damned.
Rex is about to refute that with a five-point summary of all the reasons even contemplating a physical relationship with his touchstone is a terrible damned idea, but one of the shinies is having trouble with his ascension line, so Rex has to stop bitching at Cody and help the kid.
With their buckets on it’s a lot harder to tell apart a couple of brothers you’ve just met, but Rex cheats and checks the lonely little circle of black markings painted on both sides of the kid’s bucket. This one is the appropriately-named Fives, designated CT-5555 and with all five of the sensory symbols on his helmet filled in. One of them has just the symbol for hearing - Echo, that’s his name - and the one marked with the weird combination of hearing and touch is Hevy. None of them have the outer circles that would indicate if they’re synced to someone; they probably haven’t had the opportunity. This moon outpost is probably their first posting, and they sure as hell haven’t seen any action outside of live-fire exercises.
The three shinies are spooked, and Rex can hardly blame them - an out-of-the-way posting like this is the last place you’d expect an invasion force. The Rishi Moon station should have been as safe as a posting on Kamino itself, even accounting for those damned giant eels.
Sith-damned Grievous going for their home planet. Rex will burn him to ash first.
He gets Fives sorted out, checks on Hevy and Echo, and then goes back to his own ascension gun. They get their lines set, and start the climb to the landing platform in tandem.
“You’re doing fine,” Cody tells him then, back on tightbeam as they ascend up the cliff.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rex grumbles, unwilling to be placated. He turns his attention to the face of the cliff passing them by. There aren’t any holes along this stretch of rock for those damned eels to slide out of, but his hearing keeps wanting to strain for the sound of them moving under the surface. He’s holding himself back; they can’t afford for Rex to get lost in his senses, not with Separatist droids swarming the whole damn moon. Especially since he has no way to contact Kenobi without the station to boost his helmet comm’s signal; he’s got to stay level enough that his brothers can snap him out of anything that catches his attention. So far, so good.
“Keep doing fine,” Cody says finally, and then they’re over the edge of the landing platform, automatically crouching in a rough circle, blasters out in all directions. Cody tilts his bucket at Rex. Right; he put Rex in charge of this one. Bastard.
“Alright, kids,” he announces on their group channel, crouched in the shadow of the wrecked shuttle. “It’s time to get back inside and turn off that beacon.”
“Any thoughts on how?”
“I’ve got a couple ideas,” Rex rumbles with satisfaction, looking at the droids guarding the doors.
They get back into the outpost easily enough, but the damn all-clear signal is hard-wired, and none of them have the skill with electrical wiring to undo it. Hevy takes a shot at it all the same, but the attempt gets cut short when a whole damn kriffing fleet of Separatist ships drops into the system and sends a new batch of droids down to the planet. They decide to blow the outpost, to ensure the all-clear signal is disrupted.
Then the karking remote detonator jams, too.
Rex keeps his eyes on Cody’s yellow-striped armor as they leave the station, and his ears on Hevy back inside as the kid tries (and fails) to fix the detonator before the clankers break into the control room.
“Kid, get out-” he tries, but the damned idiot cuts him off.
“No use, Captain,” Hevy insists quietly, his breath huffing with exertion or pain or both. “We have to turn off that all-clear signal. I'll bet my life that that’s Grievous’s own fleet up there. If we don't alert the Generals to his position, the Seps will get to Kamino. I'm not letting that happen.”
“Sucker bet,” Rex growls, holding back on the urge to punch the side of the tunnel wall. By all the little gods, his brothers are so damned brave. “We’re coming to get you.”
“No, sir, you're not.”
There's a burst of blaster fire, deafeningly loud with his hearing dialed up to hear Hevy’s voice. Rex flinches, his hands going uselessly to the sides of his helmet as his control fails. He hears the clankers talking- hears Hevy hit the deck, a full-body impact- hears the drag of plastoid armor on the metal floor-
“Kid, no,” Rex whispers.
The outpost explodes.
Rex’s mind goes to static. All he can hear is a high-pitched whine, and his brain chases after it, searching for a heartbeat that isn't there anymore, searching and reaching and shaking with the percussion blast of the explosion wiping out every other sound. There's nothing, too much noise and none of it the sound he wants to hear. He can't feel a thing; his body is floating in a nothingness of noise, his heart is pounding as his ears strain past their limits- his head is throbbing-
Rex wakes up to the impact of Cody’s gauntleted hand on his bare cheek. It's not a slap, just Cody patting his face roughly, trying different stimuli. Rex instinctively sucks in a breath, and takes in not just some much-needed oxygen but also the unexpected smell of plants - specifically, tea leaves, from the little cloth-wrapped bundle he borrowed from Kenobi’s quarters before leaving the Negotiator. The scent-marker is wedged in the narrow gap between white armor and black under-armor on his chest, in the little divot molded there for just that purpose. With the new-familiar scent, the last of the grogginess clears from his mind.
“Thanks,” Rex mumbles, fumbling for Cody’s hand on his cheek and squeezing tightly. He looks over at their last two rookies and sees them standing a few paces away, helmets off and foreheads pressed together- looks like one or both of them got lost in the noise as well, after the explosion. Cody was the only one unaffected. The kids look to be alright now - strung out on grief and adrenalin, but present.
“You good?” Cody thumps their joined fists on Rex’s chestplate and lets him go, giving him space.
Rex nods, gritting his teeth against the headache threatening to drop him to his knees. He looks around on the tunnel floor for his bucket and tugs it back on. As Rex recalibrates his helmet comm to ping at full strength on his and Kenobi’s private channel, Cody gently works the bundle of herbs out of the gap in Rex’s armor. Rex takes it, carefully wraps the leaves back into the little square of cloth, and tucks it back in its specially-marked pouch on his belt.
“C'mon you two,” Cody says to the rookies, not unkindly. “Time to go. We've gotta be ready for pickup when our brothers scare Grievous out of the sky, and that means being up on the surface so we can get a clear signal on comms.”
They pull themselves together and move out. Mission accomplished.
Rex wants to feel pride in his younger brothers, but all he feels is exhaustion.
~
Obi-Wan breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the shuttle sets down in the hangar. He can feel gloomy impressions from all the beings on the ship, but Captain Rex, of course, stands out from the rest of them in Obi-Wan’s senses. His Sentinel feels like a tightly coiled spring trap, a snarl of frustration and pride and grief. Obi-Wan has heard the initial reports already; they lost nearly the entire squad stationed at the Rishi Moon outpost, most of them before Cody and Rex had even arrived in the system for their inspection. Only the sergeant on base had seen action before; the eight regular troopers were younger clones, just graduated and on their first assignment from Kamino.
The shuttle finishes its landing sequence and the ramp lowers for everyone to disembark - Cody, Captain Rex, the two surviving members of the squad that defended the outpost, and the rescue team that picked them up. The waiting medical team swarms over the returning clones as soon as their boots hit the deck, while Obi-Wan lingers further back, content to have seen them all walking under their own power. He’d promised Anakin he would verify with his own eyes that Rex was alright, since the Resolute won’t be able to rendezvous with them for another hour. To be honest, even without Anakin’s request, he would have made the time to be here for their return.
Obi-Wan locks eyes with the Captain as the group moves away from the shuttle, trying to convey the question he wants to ask. Captain Rex watches him for a moment and then shakes his head firmly, turning his attention back on the two white-armored clones that the medics are fussing over. Obi-Wan leaves him to it. So far the Captain has never hesitated to reach out if he needs Obi-Wan’s help, not since their first day together. If he wants Obi-Wan around, he’ll make it known.
Rex seems to be mother-henning the two rookies, following them and the collection of medic-troopers down the hall. That’s good; hopefully he’ll go all the way to Medical and get looked over himself. Cody, however, tries to fall in step with Obi-Wan as he turns to make his way back to the bridge.
“Just where do you think you’re going, Commander?” Obi-Wan asks, looking pointedly at the scorch marks on Cody’s armor. “Medical is where you need to be.”
“Clankers barely singed me, sir,” Cody argues, but he doesn’t put up any further protest as Obi-Wan turns them both around and marches them to Medical as well.
“Singed still counts as damaged, Cody. You saw action, you get checked over. That’s protocol.”
Cody very subtly rolls his eyes. “It’s also protocol to eat at least two meals a day. How long since that ration bar you ate, sir? Is it six hours? Could be longer, my nose is full of moon dust, it’s throwing off my sense of smell.”
“Well, since you can’t smell a thing, would you believe I just ate a full lunch? No?” Obi-Wan sighs at Cody’s skeptical face. “I’ll eat once you’re checked in to Medical, how about that?” Cody nods agreeably, his smirk the only sign of his victory.
“No other damage?” Obi-Wan asks more seriously, after a moment of quiet.
“None, sir,” Cody affirms. “Rex did fine,” he adds, and Obi-Wan huffs out a breath, not quite managing to stifle a sigh of mixed relief and regret. “He got lost for a moment during an explosion, but he came right back with his scent-trigger and a bit of help.”
“That’s good,” Obi-Wan says softly. If Captain Rex is stable, he can go back to his fellows in the 501st, just as he’d requested. Surely he’ll be happy not to be taking up space in Obi-Wan’s cramped quarters anymore. Although Obi-Wan has gotten alarmingly used to having company in the evenings. Still, what Rex wants is what matters here, so Obi-Wan is glad that he seems to be doing well.
He and Cody step into Medical’s triage room shortly after the others; one of the new troopers is already gone, taken to a treatment room, but Captain Rex and the other rookie survivor are still sitting in the row of uncomfortable chairs furthest from the entry hatch. Neither of them are talking, but the shiny is leaning ever so slightly against the Captain’s shoulder, gripping his unmarked bucket tightly with both hands. The troopers that went down to pick up the survivors are spread out on another row of chairs, talking quietly amongst themselves.
In the bond, Rex feels clouded over, gloomy and shuttered, and he barely looks up when Cody settles into the chair across from him. Obi-Wan stays in the outer room for a bit, watching through the transparent divider between check-in and triage. Captain Rex looks up at him for a moment, his face stiff and expressionless, then ducks his head down again. Obi-Wan turns away and picks up a random ration bar out of the stash that’s kept available by the check-in desk.
Then he lingers for a bit, wanting to join the clones in the triage room, to sit next to Rex and comfort him, as if a simple touch from Obi-Wan might somehow soothe the ache emanating from his Sentinel. Obi-Wan reminds himself to give the Captain space. It’s not like they can talk privately just now, anyway. Whatever Rex is thinking about, it’ll keep until the end of shift - and if not, Rex will tell him when he needs to know. Obi-Wan is confident of that.
Still, he hesitates before he leaves the Medical wing, reaching out one last time across their bond to check on Rex. That turmoil is still there, but as the second rookie trooper is finally escorted away by a medic, Rex seems to relax a little bit at last. He leans over, resting his elbows on his knees, and says something to Cody. Cody responds with a quirk of his lips, his eyes flicking up to catch Obi-Wan watching them through the window. Obi-Wan waves the ration bar for Cody to see, and gets another subtle eye-roll in return before Cody turns his attention back to Rex. There doesn’t seem to be anything more that Obi-Wan can do, so once his Commander and his Sentinel have surrendered to the tender mercies of a field nurse, Obi-Wan makes his way out of Medical, taking a bite of the pilfered ration bar as he goes.
This already went up on AO3 and Tumblr, and I haven't posted Chapters 1-4 on Dreamwidth, but here is Chapter 5 of my Clone Wars-era slow-burn Rex/Obi-Wan Sentinel AU fic:
~
“You can be in charge of this one, Rex,” Rex mocks under his breath, taking aim with his ascension gun. “Nothing like a little bit of trouble to test your limits, Rex.” His comm is on tightbeam, broadcasting solely to Cody’s helmet, mostly because the three rookies between them are already tense and they don't need the distraction. Rex is thriving on the distraction of bitching out his brother; there’s no better pastime when they're gearing up to shoot some clankers.
“You said you wanted a trial run,” Cody replies mildly.
“Hell of a trial run,” Rex mutters. He lets fly with the ascension gun, watching carefully as the line goes up and latches to the underside of the landing pad. A firm tug proves that the claw has a solid grip. “If I get shot I'm telling Kenobi it was your fault.”
“He- ah, shit,” Cody grumps, checking his own line at the same time. “I was gonna say he likes me better than you, but we both know that's not true, now is it?”
“Cody!” Rex hisses in shock. “He's your General!”
“Yeah, and I'm around him all damn day, you think I don't notice when his heart rate picks up?”
“He’s a Jedi!”
“He's your Guide,” Cody retorts, like that's all that matters, regs and cultural differences be damned.
Rex is about to refute that with a five-point summary of all the reasons even contemplating a physical relationship with his touchstone is a terrible damned idea, but one of the shinies is having trouble with his ascension line, so Rex has to stop bitching at Cody and help the kid.
With their buckets on it’s a lot harder to tell apart a couple of brothers you’ve just met, but Rex cheats and checks the lonely little circle of black markings painted on both sides of the kid’s bucket. This one is the appropriately-named Fives, designated CT-5555 and with all five of the sensory symbols on his helmet filled in. One of them has just the symbol for hearing - Echo, that’s his name - and the one marked with the weird combination of hearing and touch is Hevy. None of them have the outer circles that would indicate if they’re synced to someone; they probably haven’t had the opportunity. This moon outpost is probably their first posting, and they sure as hell haven’t seen any action outside of live-fire exercises.
The three shinies are spooked, and Rex can hardly blame them - an out-of-the-way posting like this is the last place you’d expect an invasion force. The Rishi Moon station should have been as safe as a posting on Kamino itself, even accounting for those damned giant eels.
Sith-damned Grievous going for their home planet. Rex will burn him to ash first.
He gets Fives sorted out, checks on Hevy and Echo, and then goes back to his own ascension gun. They get their lines set, and start the climb to the landing platform in tandem.
“You’re doing fine,” Cody tells him then, back on tightbeam as they ascend up the cliff.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rex grumbles, unwilling to be placated. He turns his attention to the face of the cliff passing them by. There aren’t any holes along this stretch of rock for those damned eels to slide out of, but his hearing keeps wanting to strain for the sound of them moving under the surface. He’s holding himself back; they can’t afford for Rex to get lost in his senses, not with Separatist droids swarming the whole damn moon. Especially since he has no way to contact Kenobi without the station to boost his helmet comm’s signal; he’s got to stay level enough that his brothers can snap him out of anything that catches his attention. So far, so good.
“Keep doing fine,” Cody says finally, and then they’re over the edge of the landing platform, automatically crouching in a rough circle, blasters out in all directions. Cody tilts his bucket at Rex. Right; he put Rex in charge of this one. Bastard.
“Alright, kids,” he announces on their group channel, crouched in the shadow of the wrecked shuttle. “It’s time to get back inside and turn off that beacon.”
“Any thoughts on how?”
“I’ve got a couple ideas,” Rex rumbles with satisfaction, looking at the droids guarding the doors.
They get back into the outpost easily enough, but the damn all-clear signal is hard-wired, and none of them have the skill with electrical wiring to undo it. Hevy takes a shot at it all the same, but the attempt gets cut short when a whole damn kriffing fleet of Separatist ships drops into the system and sends a new batch of droids down to the planet. They decide to blow the outpost, to ensure the all-clear signal is disrupted.
Then the karking remote detonator jams, too.
Rex keeps his eyes on Cody’s yellow-striped armor as they leave the station, and his ears on Hevy back inside as the kid tries (and fails) to fix the detonator before the clankers break into the control room.
“Kid, get out-” he tries, but the damned idiot cuts him off.
“No use, Captain,” Hevy insists quietly, his breath huffing with exertion or pain or both. “We have to turn off that all-clear signal. I'll bet my life that that’s Grievous’s own fleet up there. If we don't alert the Generals to his position, the Seps will get to Kamino. I'm not letting that happen.”
“Sucker bet,” Rex growls, holding back on the urge to punch the side of the tunnel wall. By all the little gods, his brothers are so damned brave. “We’re coming to get you.”
“No, sir, you're not.”
There's a burst of blaster fire, deafeningly loud with his hearing dialed up to hear Hevy’s voice. Rex flinches, his hands going uselessly to the sides of his helmet as his control fails. He hears the clankers talking- hears Hevy hit the deck, a full-body impact- hears the drag of plastoid armor on the metal floor-
“Kid, no,” Rex whispers.
The outpost explodes.
Rex’s mind goes to static. All he can hear is a high-pitched whine, and his brain chases after it, searching for a heartbeat that isn't there anymore, searching and reaching and shaking with the percussion blast of the explosion wiping out every other sound. There's nothing, too much noise and none of it the sound he wants to hear. He can't feel a thing; his body is floating in a nothingness of noise, his heart is pounding as his ears strain past their limits- his head is throbbing-
Rex wakes up to the impact of Cody’s gauntleted hand on his bare cheek. It's not a slap, just Cody patting his face roughly, trying different stimuli. Rex instinctively sucks in a breath, and takes in not just some much-needed oxygen but also the unexpected smell of plants - specifically, tea leaves, from the little cloth-wrapped bundle he borrowed from Kenobi’s quarters before leaving the Negotiator. The scent-marker is wedged in the narrow gap between white armor and black under-armor on his chest, in the little divot molded there for just that purpose. With the new-familiar scent, the last of the grogginess clears from his mind.
“Thanks,” Rex mumbles, fumbling for Cody’s hand on his cheek and squeezing tightly. He looks over at their last two rookies and sees them standing a few paces away, helmets off and foreheads pressed together- looks like one or both of them got lost in the noise as well, after the explosion. Cody was the only one unaffected. The kids look to be alright now - strung out on grief and adrenalin, but present.
“You good?” Cody thumps their joined fists on Rex’s chestplate and lets him go, giving him space.
Rex nods, gritting his teeth against the headache threatening to drop him to his knees. He looks around on the tunnel floor for his bucket and tugs it back on. As Rex recalibrates his helmet comm to ping at full strength on his and Kenobi’s private channel, Cody gently works the bundle of herbs out of the gap in Rex’s armor. Rex takes it, carefully wraps the leaves back into the little square of cloth, and tucks it back in its specially-marked pouch on his belt.
“C'mon you two,” Cody says to the rookies, not unkindly. “Time to go. We've gotta be ready for pickup when our brothers scare Grievous out of the sky, and that means being up on the surface so we can get a clear signal on comms.”
They pull themselves together and move out. Mission accomplished.
Rex wants to feel pride in his younger brothers, but all he feels is exhaustion.
~
Obi-Wan breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the shuttle sets down in the hangar. He can feel gloomy impressions from all the beings on the ship, but Captain Rex, of course, stands out from the rest of them in Obi-Wan’s senses. His Sentinel feels like a tightly coiled spring trap, a snarl of frustration and pride and grief. Obi-Wan has heard the initial reports already; they lost nearly the entire squad stationed at the Rishi Moon outpost, most of them before Cody and Rex had even arrived in the system for their inspection. Only the sergeant on base had seen action before; the eight regular troopers were younger clones, just graduated and on their first assignment from Kamino.
The shuttle finishes its landing sequence and the ramp lowers for everyone to disembark - Cody, Captain Rex, the two surviving members of the squad that defended the outpost, and the rescue team that picked them up. The waiting medical team swarms over the returning clones as soon as their boots hit the deck, while Obi-Wan lingers further back, content to have seen them all walking under their own power. He’d promised Anakin he would verify with his own eyes that Rex was alright, since the Resolute won’t be able to rendezvous with them for another hour. To be honest, even without Anakin’s request, he would have made the time to be here for their return.
Obi-Wan locks eyes with the Captain as the group moves away from the shuttle, trying to convey the question he wants to ask. Captain Rex watches him for a moment and then shakes his head firmly, turning his attention back on the two white-armored clones that the medics are fussing over. Obi-Wan leaves him to it. So far the Captain has never hesitated to reach out if he needs Obi-Wan’s help, not since their first day together. If he wants Obi-Wan around, he’ll make it known.
Rex seems to be mother-henning the two rookies, following them and the collection of medic-troopers down the hall. That’s good; hopefully he’ll go all the way to Medical and get looked over himself. Cody, however, tries to fall in step with Obi-Wan as he turns to make his way back to the bridge.
“Just where do you think you’re going, Commander?” Obi-Wan asks, looking pointedly at the scorch marks on Cody’s armor. “Medical is where you need to be.”
“Clankers barely singed me, sir,” Cody argues, but he doesn’t put up any further protest as Obi-Wan turns them both around and marches them to Medical as well.
“Singed still counts as damaged, Cody. You saw action, you get checked over. That’s protocol.”
Cody very subtly rolls his eyes. “It’s also protocol to eat at least two meals a day. How long since that ration bar you ate, sir? Is it six hours? Could be longer, my nose is full of moon dust, it’s throwing off my sense of smell.”
“Well, since you can’t smell a thing, would you believe I just ate a full lunch? No?” Obi-Wan sighs at Cody’s skeptical face. “I’ll eat once you’re checked in to Medical, how about that?” Cody nods agreeably, his smirk the only sign of his victory.
“No other damage?” Obi-Wan asks more seriously, after a moment of quiet.
“None, sir,” Cody affirms. “Rex did fine,” he adds, and Obi-Wan huffs out a breath, not quite managing to stifle a sigh of mixed relief and regret. “He got lost for a moment during an explosion, but he came right back with his scent-trigger and a bit of help.”
“That’s good,” Obi-Wan says softly. If Captain Rex is stable, he can go back to his fellows in the 501st, just as he’d requested. Surely he’ll be happy not to be taking up space in Obi-Wan’s cramped quarters anymore. Although Obi-Wan has gotten alarmingly used to having company in the evenings. Still, what Rex wants is what matters here, so Obi-Wan is glad that he seems to be doing well.
He and Cody step into Medical’s triage room shortly after the others; one of the new troopers is already gone, taken to a treatment room, but Captain Rex and the other rookie survivor are still sitting in the row of uncomfortable chairs furthest from the entry hatch. Neither of them are talking, but the shiny is leaning ever so slightly against the Captain’s shoulder, gripping his unmarked bucket tightly with both hands. The troopers that went down to pick up the survivors are spread out on another row of chairs, talking quietly amongst themselves.
In the bond, Rex feels clouded over, gloomy and shuttered, and he barely looks up when Cody settles into the chair across from him. Obi-Wan stays in the outer room for a bit, watching through the transparent divider between check-in and triage. Captain Rex looks up at him for a moment, his face stiff and expressionless, then ducks his head down again. Obi-Wan turns away and picks up a random ration bar out of the stash that’s kept available by the check-in desk.
Then he lingers for a bit, wanting to join the clones in the triage room, to sit next to Rex and comfort him, as if a simple touch from Obi-Wan might somehow soothe the ache emanating from his Sentinel. Obi-Wan reminds himself to give the Captain space. It’s not like they can talk privately just now, anyway. Whatever Rex is thinking about, it’ll keep until the end of shift - and if not, Rex will tell him when he needs to know. Obi-Wan is confident of that.
Still, he hesitates before he leaves the Medical wing, reaching out one last time across their bond to check on Rex. That turmoil is still there, but as the second rookie trooper is finally escorted away by a medic, Rex seems to relax a little bit at last. He leans over, resting his elbows on his knees, and says something to Cody. Cody responds with a quirk of his lips, his eyes flicking up to catch Obi-Wan watching them through the window. Obi-Wan waves the ration bar for Cody to see, and gets another subtle eye-roll in return before Cody turns his attention back to Rex. There doesn’t seem to be anything more that Obi-Wan can do, so once his Commander and his Sentinel have surrendered to the tender mercies of a field nurse, Obi-Wan makes his way out of Medical, taking a bite of the pilfered ration bar as he goes.
