"You'd be surprised," it comes out as a whisper, as if the situation of clones walking into objects and walls was something that occurred more frequently than it should (you can honestly thank Jango Fett for that one). But it was certainly something he'd grown accustomed to, the armour. While he'd always be somewhat amazed at the fact that Obi-Wan went with so little protection, believing in the abstract idea of the Force for protection, he'd never been one to pass up good armour. As far as Cody could tell, Obi-Wan was just more agile, and incredibly luckier.
As the jedi lifts him up, he can feel his own weight sagging on him, and the soft, but certainly audible hiss gets a slight head turn. Obi-Wan was renowned among the Clone troops as being perfectly composed at all times, and if now wasn't a sign of him taking a dislodged arm rather well, then Cody would eat his own blaster. But if there's one thing Cody refused to be, it was dead weight. So he'll slightly shift his weight, at least a little, onto his leg. It may be useless, but he'd MAKE it into something useful, as long as it helped Obi-Wan.
"I'll take your word for it, General. I know better than to say you can't do something." If Obi-Wan wanted to live, he'd certainly find a way. That was one of his best traits, and one Cody would remember.
Thankfully, the leg that Cody had broken was on the inside of their little human-walking machine, so he could rely on the Jedi's opposite foot for support, while doing the same for his own.
Quite a team, weren't they.
At the question of his commlink, he puts his free arm to his helm, testing it. There was no static, surprisingly most of the damage had been to Cody's lower half. Range was an issue, but it certainly was functional. "I'll radio the troops to a rendezvous point. If you don't mind me saying, sir, I think somewhere close ought to be a good spot to meet up."
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As the jedi lifts him up, he can feel his own weight sagging on him, and the soft, but certainly audible hiss gets a slight head turn. Obi-Wan was renowned among the Clone troops as being perfectly composed at all times, and if now wasn't a sign of him taking a dislodged arm rather well, then Cody would eat his own blaster. But if there's one thing Cody refused to be, it was dead weight. So he'll slightly shift his weight, at least a little, onto his leg. It may be useless, but he'd MAKE it into something useful, as long as it helped Obi-Wan.
"I'll take your word for it, General. I know better than to say you can't do something." If Obi-Wan wanted to live, he'd certainly find a way. That was one of his best traits, and one Cody would remember.
Thankfully, the leg that Cody had broken was on the inside of their little human-walking machine, so he could rely on the Jedi's opposite foot for support, while doing the same for his own.
Quite a team, weren't they.
At the question of his commlink, he puts his free arm to his helm, testing it. There was no static, surprisingly most of the damage had been to Cody's lower half. Range was an issue, but it certainly was functional. "I'll radio the troops to a rendezvous point. If you don't mind me saying, sir, I think somewhere close ought to be a good spot to meet up."