Certainly, words couldn't begin to describe Obi-Wan's appreciation for it--Cody's willingness to repeatedly slog through his own remarkable penchant for particularly bad luck, on the days when his luck wasn't being abnormally pleasant. (Never in-between, that'd be normal goodness forbid. ...And Jedi don't really believe in luck anyway, not really. But certainly, the Force has the most peculiar whims sometimes--) The stalwart devotion of clone troopers to their Generals in the face of adversity will always be a bit of a marvel to Obi-Wan himself, really--he doesn't doubt for a moment that, without such men, the Republic's war might very well have already been over. And then there's Commander Cody, exceptional even among already exceptional soldiers; a couple of years into the war, and over such time they've come to find a good rhythm between each other, and their parallel preferences towards method of getting the job done. Plenty say that Anakin complements Obi-Wan well enough, his reckless abandon and heroic flair foiled by Obi-Wan's own patiently-planned care--and, certainly, it's true. But for Obi-Wan's part, there's still relief to be had in being able to turn to Cody after a long day barely keeping abreast of his once-Padawan's questionable life decisions. Obi-Wan knows that Cody won't throw himself into a daring rescue mission or what have you at a moment's whim, and it's knowledge that Obi-Wan has come to appreciate more than he quite realizes. He never really had anyone to properly sigh over Anakin's antics with before the Clone Wars.
And he almost can't imagine losing that, now.
It had been a scouting expedition, about as routine as anything else--that's almost what makes this particular turn of events today sting even more, beyond accumulated injuries. Routine enough, an hour's expected check at most, just he and the Commander and a small squad of fellow troopers, in an endeavor to get a better look at the base they were to be rallying up against. He and Cody had tailed behind the squad midway, sending them off ahead to make the sweep for mines and other such hidden traps while they took a moment to examine whether the mountain's face here would be good enough cover in the days ahead--the last check-in from the squad had hardly felt like a few minutes past, a chipper report patched in through the comms citing a clear path and readiness to reunite at some point up ahead.
Evidently, the path had not been so clear after all. Obi-Wan doesn't grudge the squad this. In fact, if anything, he's rather close to cursing at himself instead as he staggers about through the rain now, Cody seemingly nowhere in sight, shaking water off the half-blasted commlink on his wrist and wondering if the thing is even working anymore, and all the while frustrated that he hadn't noticed the presence of the mine himself. Not until they'd outright stepped on it, far too late...
His commlink pops and crackles as Obi-Wan pauses in his steps, attempting to mop more blood off the side of his face (the gash doesn't seem like it's ready to close anytime soon); blinking, he lifts his wrist, and relief briefly floods still-spinning thoughts as a familiar voice patches through in a static burst, gruff but--
Silent, again, suddenly. Obi-Wan doesn't hear the scream, indeed, for Cody's consideration--but a burst of acute distress follows not a second later, filtering into the Force, painted in a familiar presence. Obi-Wan automatically turns in its direction, breath catching, and he's already moving by the time Cody's voice re-emerges from the commlink at length. --There, yes, white armor flickering into view through the rainwater at last. Thoroughly muddy, but well...Obi-Wan isn't much better off, as he lowers his comm in favor of moving as fast as vertigo will allow in Cody's direction. Thoroughly muddied himself, right arm bloodied and still thoroughly useless, corresponding right side of his face even bloodier as a headwound continues to insist on bleeding, Obi-Wan can't imagine he himself is a terribly reassuring sight to see at the moment. But all thoughts about his own person dispel immediately the moment he catches sight of Cody's leg--and his face falls.
"Oh--Cody, you're--" Not good, very not good. But right. Composure. Which is what Obi-Wan schools back into his features, with some effort, as he returns his lightsaber to his belt and kneels down beside the clone; the better to reach for one of Cody's shoulders, with his good hand. "...I'd ask if you're alright, Commander, but somehow I think that'd be a bit insulting at the moment..."
The sort of thing you can only properly pick up from those like Anakin, though--quips at the worst times, even as remarkably weak as this one probably comes out.
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And he almost can't imagine losing that, now.
It had been a scouting expedition, about as routine as anything else--that's almost what makes this particular turn of events today sting even more, beyond accumulated injuries. Routine enough, an hour's expected check at most, just he and the Commander and a small squad of fellow troopers, in an endeavor to get a better look at the base they were to be rallying up against. He and Cody had tailed behind the squad midway, sending them off ahead to make the sweep for mines and other such hidden traps while they took a moment to examine whether the mountain's face here would be good enough cover in the days ahead--the last check-in from the squad had hardly felt like a few minutes past, a chipper report patched in through the comms citing a clear path and readiness to reunite at some point up ahead.
Evidently, the path had not been so clear after all. Obi-Wan doesn't grudge the squad this. In fact, if anything, he's rather close to cursing at himself instead as he staggers about through the rain now, Cody seemingly nowhere in sight, shaking water off the half-blasted commlink on his wrist and wondering if the thing is even working anymore, and all the while frustrated that he hadn't noticed the presence of the mine himself. Not until they'd outright stepped on it, far too late...
His commlink pops and crackles as Obi-Wan pauses in his steps, attempting to mop more blood off the side of his face (the gash doesn't seem like it's ready to close anytime soon); blinking, he lifts his wrist, and relief briefly floods still-spinning thoughts as a familiar voice patches through in a static burst, gruff but--
Silent, again, suddenly. Obi-Wan doesn't hear the scream, indeed, for Cody's consideration--but a burst of acute distress follows not a second later, filtering into the Force, painted in a familiar presence. Obi-Wan automatically turns in its direction, breath catching, and he's already moving by the time Cody's voice re-emerges from the commlink at length. --There, yes, white armor flickering into view through the rainwater at last. Thoroughly muddy, but well...Obi-Wan isn't much better off, as he lowers his comm in favor of moving as fast as vertigo will allow in Cody's direction. Thoroughly muddied himself, right arm bloodied and still thoroughly useless, corresponding right side of his face even bloodier as a headwound continues to insist on bleeding, Obi-Wan can't imagine he himself is a terribly reassuring sight to see at the moment. But all thoughts about his own person dispel immediately the moment he catches sight of Cody's leg--and his face falls.
"Oh--Cody, you're--" Not good, very not good. But right. Composure. Which is what Obi-Wan schools back into his features, with some effort, as he returns his lightsaber to his belt and kneels down beside the clone; the better to reach for one of Cody's shoulders, with his good hand. "...I'd ask if you're alright, Commander, but somehow I think that'd be a bit insulting at the moment..."
The sort of thing you can only properly pick up from those like Anakin, though--quips at the worst times, even as remarkably weak as this one probably comes out.