“Are you-“ The lights turned on with a too-loud click and buzz, too bright and Kamino-white. “General?” Cody asked quietly, eyes adjusting to the dark room. The blue night-sky-glowing where Obi-Wan’s eyes were supposed to be calm, stormy in color. Suggestions to his senses he should heed. It let Cody hear the things it wanted him aware of only. A forced absence of sounds concentrated in Obi-Wan’s quarters. It was the silenced air that had goosebumps break out on Cody’s arms. Like nothing of notice had even happened. Obi-Wan had gone back to his duties, face placid and unassuming. White as a sheet, cowering behind a tank where the smoke left them, the enemy General had begged Cody to accept their capitulation. Just the perception of Obi-Wan suddenly wavering, literally going up in smoke, and rushing to the sentient enemy commander with a rolling mass of dead groans and screams. A shadow falling over the battlefield like a sun eclipse, Cody’s General… dissolved. The lights seemed to flicker childhood-bright but to the instruments everything was as it should be. Every clone, every natborn was on edge, hunted look around their eyes and shoulders. Hummed, muffled words echoed through the Negotiator’s halls, around corners, behind doors.
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