And that's what Cody took pride in--that was his job. While General Skywalker had his own flair and chemistry with Kenobi, the clone was there to be the one constant. The one thing standing firm in the topsy turvy world that was the Jedi's life. He couldn't think of any General to serve under more, and although he hadn't been there when the war started, he certainly worked his way into the position. Part of it was his duty--most of it, actually--but some parts of him genuinely considered what the General and he had as friendship. There was of course brotherhood among the troops, that was an unwritten rule. But a friend, especially one like Obi-Wan...
Well, it made him almost feel like there was more to life than being a soldier.
There's no way of knowing if his message went through, but the pain of his injury's starting to sink in, although he wouldn't admit to it, even though there's no audience to be had.
Footsteps. Yes, those are definitely footsteps, and although he's in no condition to fight, a hand reaches out and rests on his gun, something he was barely able to hold onto in the blast. Every clone goes down fighting, and he was no different.
But imagine his internal surprise when he sees Obi-Wan, rain-soaked and looking...rather worse for the wear. His grip on the gun loosens, as a threat is no longer something he considers, eyes immediately casting onto that arm before trailing up to the Jedi's face.
"Heh, been better, sir. I'll give ya that. And it looks like you've got your own to match." His arms push up from the mud, attempting to rise himself to his feet. Duty always came first, and he wasn't about to shirk it because of a broken leg. The troops, and his general. They were all his responsibility. "We should get out of sight, sir. You're not in much condition for a fight, if I'm bein' honest."
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Well, it made him almost feel like there was more to life than being a soldier.
There's no way of knowing if his message went through, but the pain of his injury's starting to sink in, although he wouldn't admit to it, even though there's no audience to be had.
Footsteps. Yes, those are definitely footsteps, and although he's in no condition to fight, a hand reaches out and rests on his gun, something he was barely able to hold onto in the blast. Every clone goes down fighting, and he was no different.
But imagine his internal surprise when he sees Obi-Wan, rain-soaked and looking...rather worse for the wear. His grip on the gun loosens, as a threat is no longer something he considers, eyes immediately casting onto that arm before trailing up to the Jedi's face.
"Heh, been better, sir. I'll give ya that. And it looks like you've got your own to match." His arms push up from the mud, attempting to rise himself to his feet. Duty always came first, and he wasn't about to shirk it because of a broken leg. The troops, and his general. They were all his responsibility. "We should get out of sight, sir. You're not in much condition for a fight, if I'm bein' honest."