#purge trooper cody
Purge trooper Cody: Fuck you!
Obi-wan: Fuck me yourself, you coward!
Cody: I’m trying!!!
He has the new armour, the pauldron he wouldn’t wear, the new blaster — it’s none of the bright oranges of a new day, none of the heavy weight of the DC-15s that are carefully cradled in his steady hands.
But Obi-Wan knows him, all the same.
The familiarity of Cody’s presence is a burning furnace against the back of his mind, a reminder of how he walks and talks and commands the troopers of their battalion; and even if the Empire has sharpened him to become what they want him to be, to be the hilt of their crimes, Obi-Wan can feel the oozing warmth of his existence, smothered and buried and shackled in their cage.
Even blind, even with Death’s scythe against his throat—
Obi-Wanknowshim.
He doesn’t move, the weapon aimed at him doesn’t waver, and the helmet’s visor doesn’t look away.
Obi-Wan merely gazes back at him.
Cody, still as the air above their heads, doesn’t shoot.
Thrawn’s occupation on Alderaan continues.
Worried for her safety, Che’ri allows Vah’nya accompany her to meet the mysterious contact.
Omega reveals to Ahsoka how she ended up on Batuu.
As Cody prepares his troopers for an attack on Takodana, memories arise that may compromise the safety of an old friend.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32691364/chapters/84008617
Execute..
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He has the new armour, the pauldron he wouldn’t wear, the new blaster — it’s none of the bright oranges of a new day, none of the heavy weight of the DC-15s that are carefully cradled in his steady hands.But Obi-Wan knows him, all the same.The familiarity of Cody’s presence is a burning furnace against the back of his mind, a reminder of how he walks and talks and commands the troopers of their battalion; and even if the Empire has sharpened him to become what they want him to be, to be the hilt of their crimes, Obi-Wan can feel the oozing warmth of his existence, smothered and buried and shackled in their cage.Even blind, even with Death’s scythe against his throat—Obi-Wanknowshim.He doesn’t move, the weapon aimed at him doesn’t waver, and the helmet’s visor doesn’t look away.Obi-Wan merely gazes back at him.Cody, still as the air above their heads, doesn’t shoot.
Commander Cody