Everyone felt their world freeze as green covered Obi-Wan. Nightsister magic covering the Jedi Master.

"This is not going to end well," Cody whispered. When the green cleared, Cody could not bite back the laughter as Dooku let out a shriek of terror. Obi-Wan had been transformed back to a Youngling again.

They didn't realise why Dooku had shrieked like that until little Obi-Wan let out a loud shout of, "Master Dooku! Where are we?" Before charging up to him, grabbing him around the leg.

Dooku tried to pry Youngling Obi-Wan off him. He was almost shaking as much as the small boy. "Go to Cody, he was asked to look after you along with the rest of them by your masters," he almost begged.

Obi-Wan glanced around before his eyes landed on Cody, "are you a Mandalorian?" He asked, seeing the armour as he came charging over in curiosity.

Cody, at a loss of what to do, removed his helmet and crouched down so that he was at the same level as his General, "I'm made of Mandalorian blood, but I am not a Mandalorian, I'm a clone, like the rest of the boys."

"You have a lot of vode then," Obi-Wan mused.

"Why did you send him back? Why isn't he angry and attacking everyone?!" Maul exclaimed.

"Because I'm not putting myself through that torture again!" Dooku exclaimed wearily, "and young Obi-Wan Kenobi was filled with hidden anger that kept building each time a master refused him. He nearly didn't get a master, so he's angry at Jedi yet attached to them at the same time. He hasn't got a master yet by his age. He's a walking time bomb!"

"Can I try your helmet, Mr Cody, sir?" Obi-Wan asked, holding his hands out sightly.

Glancing at the arguing and panicking Sith, Cody slowly lowered his helmet over the tiny General's head, supporting it in place with his hands.

"This is so cool!" Obi-Wan squealed, making Cody's mouth drop open. "I wonder..." He mused before speaking again, "flying Pheonix count," he spoke in Mando'a. Watching as information suddenly flooded across the screen.

It turns out; the clones helmets also had the hidden information pocket that Mandalorian's have, only those who know the key can get into it - from there, it was next to unlimited what you could find.

Cody slowly lifted his helmet off the General and placed it on his head. He nearly choked on his breath as he saw all the information fluttering around. "How did you get all this? How did you know this existed? None of us knows," he asked.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi was always obsessed with Mandalorians," Dooku sighed, before turning on his heels and running as quickly as he could.

"Master Dooku! Don't leave!" Obi-Wan shouted as his hands shot out, using the force to pull the man back towards himself. "Don't leave me again!" He almost roared as Dooku tried to break out of the force hold.

Cody's eyes widened as he heard the anger behind the small boy's voice. "Hey, I'm sure we have a couple of jetpacks," he stated to Obi-Wan dragging the boy's attention away from the Count.

"Really?!" Obi-Wan asked, "can I have a ride; I've always wanted to know what it's like!"

"I," Cody started, looking around at the men, they seemed to shrug, pointing to the fact that the Sith had already got to their ship and taken into the air. "I don't see why not before he head back to the temple."

"Why do we have to head back to the temple?" Obi-Wan whinged, "they're so stuck on their dusty old rules!"

It was a fact that half the 212th were in tears with laughter.

"Grandmaster Yoda will need to see you," Cody tried.

"Great, he's going to get me with his stick again," Obi-Wan grumbled. "You copy his voice and speech once, and suddenly you're the bad guy!"

Cody didn't know whether it was the fact that Yoda hits Obi-Wan with his walking stick or the fact that Obi-Wan seemed to be a trouble maker when he was younger that caused his jaw to try to dislocate.

"Can we go flying now!" Obi-Wan chirped, pulling at Cody's hand. "Please!" He shouted, jumping to hug him.

Cody yelled out as he was shoved to the floor by the hyperactive Youngling. He was thankful for his armour as the small boy fell on top of him.

"I'll be good!" Obi-Wan nodded excitedly ontop of the clone's chest.

"Alright, but you'll need to get off me first," Cody sighed, thinking up ways to make sure he somehow got a medal or something for this. "Boy's, start collecting everything and packing away, I'll look after the... Er. Obi-Wan."

The boys nodded off and set to do as instructed while Cody almost had to hold the Youngling back from running. Finally, Cody was set up with a jetpack and a very impatient Youngling.

"If you act like that in the air, you could cause us to crash. That would be very bad, so I need you to hold tight and not move," Cody instructed. Cody's mind was reeling that he was telling his General turned Youngling what to do. What rank does a Youngling have anyway?

"I promised I'd be good," Obi-Wan stated like it was apparent.

Cody slowly picked up Obi-Wan, resting the little one on his hip so that the boy's hands clutched around his shoulders. "Ready, hold tight," Cody warned as he crouched before launching into the air.

All the boys could hear the high pitched scream that ran around; half the planet must have heard it at the volume it reached. Soon, it was replaced by a whoop of joy and giggles.

Cody was sure he was now deaf in one ear as he launched into the air. But once the jetpack broke through the trees and settled down, the scream was replaced by one of pure unbridled happiness and giggles. "Are you enjoying yourself there, young one?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Obi-Wan exclaimed his eyes wide as he took in everything, "can you fly around? I want to know what it's like to fly with a Mandalorian!"

"I'm not a Mandalorian, only a clone of one," Cody stated softly.

"Hence, having the blood of a Mandalorian, making you Mandalorian until you do something that proves otherwise!" Obi-Wan smiled.

"I didn't know that," Cody stated, shocked, "now, let's see what we can do about flying." Cody slowly started to move around, soon morphing into more of the easy tricks, enjoying the pure excitement the ad in his hand let off at each skill.

Slowly, they came down again and started to walk towards the ship. Cody placed Obi-Wan on the floor before removing his Jetpack. Obi-Wan started to panic; they were going to fly!

"No, no, no!" He shouted, back peddling away from the ship.

Cody quickly scooped the Youngling up into his hand, checking him over to see whether he was hurt. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like flying," Obi-Wan whimpered, pressing his face into Cody's neck. "It's scary," he cried again, his body almost shaking from fear.

"But you just loved flying," Cody asked, confused.

"But, its a jetpack and a Mandalorian," Obi-Wan sniffed, "that's a ship."

"How about this, I let you wear my helmet, and I keep my jetpack on, does that seem acceptable?" Cody offered.

Obi-Wan thought it over before slowly nodding his head, biting his lip nervously. "Carry me, please," he whispered, "that way if I fall, you've already caught me."

"Alright," Cody said as he lowered the shaking child to the floor and slowly removed his helmet to give to Obi-Wan. He crouched down to pick up his jetpack from where he'd thrown it in his hurry and clipped it on again before picking up the helmeted Youngling.

"Ready to go Commander?" Waxer asked as Cody finally got his hold on both Obi-Wan and the standing hold.

"Yes," Cody nodded, feeling Obi-Wan stiffen as the engines started. "I got you; you're not going to fall."

Watching the Youngling shake, Waxer finally asked, "is the General, ok?"

"He's terrified of flying," Cody sighed.

"But he wanted to have a go with a jetpack," Waxer whispered, shocked.

A smirked tugged in the corners of Cody's lips, "but that was with a jetpack and a 'Mandalorian'."

"But we're not Mandalorian," Waxed stated.

"We are. He says about how we are of Mandalorian Blood, and therefore unless we do something to stop us from being Mandalorian, we are still Mandalorian," Cody explained. "And that fact is the only reason that I got him into this ship so I'll go with it."

"He's gone still and floppy," Boil stated, worry evident in his voice.

"He's asleep," Cody stated, "my helmet would have alerted us if it was anything but sleep."

"Why?"

"The General added it as a joke a couple of years ago called Baby Sleep Monitor," Cody smirked. "He got annoyed at finding me unconscious in a battle and on ships."

"You take after the General too much for your own good."

-----

"Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan shifted slightly, trying to block out the light that threatened his sleep.

"Obi-Wan, you need to wake up," he heard whispered again.

"No," he whined; he was warm and comfortable. He was not going to wake up.

"Obi-Wan, we can get you some tea if you wake up," the voice said.

"Blech, nasty," Obi-Wan stated, shaking his head slightly before falling back asleep.

His sleep was interrupted as whoever was holding him burst into laughter.

"Wha' I do?" He asked sleepily, lifting his head to look around.

"Nothing," Cody laughed, "one of the boys said something funny."

"'right," Obi-Wan yawned as he started to nod off again.

"Nope, you're not falling asleep again," Cody said, jolting Obi-Wan slightly to wake him.

"Why?"

"Because," Cody started pausing before coming up with something that would keep the Younglings attention, "my closest Vod from another group just so happens to lead a group of 'flying Phoenix' as you called them. And they love to perform tricks."

The 212th shared a look, knowing that Cody had just thrown Rex of the deep end now. They kept their sniggering between them as they watched Obi-Wan almost vibrate with excitement.

"Really?!" He shouted, suddenly awake.

"I'm sure if you ask him nicely he and his team might take you out for a spin," Cody smiled, hiding back his smirk.

"But what if he drops me," Obi-Wan suddenly threatened.

"He has a harness that you could wear that would strap you to his chest; he can't drop you then," Cody stated, before grunting as Obi-Wan started to move around. "Might need to calm down."

"Sorry," Obi-Wan stated, his smile never fading.

"We've arrived at the temple, sirs," a clone stated, "we've parked in the main hanger. There are a few Jedi waiting for us and Captain Rex."

"Alright," Cody nodded as the doors opened.

"Cody, whos that and where's Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked when he saw the door open.

"Who said my name?" Obi-Wan asked as he was set on the floor.

"That would be General Skywalker, Obi-Wan," Cody said as he removed the helmet and pointed to Anakin.

Anakin's jaw was on the floor as he stared at Youngling Obi-Wan Kenobi who wasn't any older than eleven - the age where most we're already with a master.

"Where are we?" Obi-Wan asked, pulling at Cody's arm again.

"The temple," Cody answered, nearly stumbling as Obi-Wan clutched his leg, looking around the room.

"Who's he looking for?" Anakin asked.

"Grandmaster Yoda," Plo smirked.

"You see the one in blue and white?" Cody asked, pointing to Rex, who removed his helmet to show that he too was flesh to Obi-Wan.

"Yes?"

"He's the one I was talking about earlier," Cody said, making sure that everyone but Obi-Wan could see his smirk.

Obi-Wan shot off, barrelling Rex off his feet. "Can you can you?!" He shouted, almost bouncing on Rex's chest.

"He means can you and some of the 501st take him out with some jetpacks," Cody sniggered, "although, he's afraid you'll drop him so you'll have to use a harness."

"Aruetyc!" Rex hissed only to find himself with a lapful of very angry Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, gar besom osik!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. "And I thought you'd be good, jai'galaar eye!"

Rex felt his jaw drop open.

"Kandosii!" Cody cheered, knowing that only the clones would understand, he then went on to explain, "kaysh mirsh solus."

"Makes sense," Obi-Wan nodded. "Mir'osik," he then giggled, pointing at Rex.

Cody could not stop the laughs that time, he was bent double almost in tears as Rex just stared.

"Did you teach him that?" Rex growled.

"No. He seems to have learnt early into his life, judging by his accent," Cody shrugged.

"Ori'buyce, kih'kovid?" Obi-Wan asked Cody, pointing to Rex. At the growl and glare that came from Rex, he turned and snarled back at him, "moir'osik, ne shab'rud'ni..."

Rex's jaw was permanently open, while Cody seemed to have lost the fight and was now rolling around on the floor in tears with his laughter.

Cody eventually got to his feet and picked up the still glaring Obi-Wan depositing him on his hip automatically as he reached down to held Rex up.

"You owe me, big time," Rex growled as he started to organise the jetpack group.

"What was that about?" Anakin asked jolting everyone else from their shock.

"He seems to know Mando'a," Cody smirked, "and knows how to use it well."

Plo eyes seemed to dance slightly, "how insulting?" He knew very well what Obi-Wan could be like when he was young.

"Scale of one to ten, sir?" Cody asked, at the nod, he answered, "six through to nine."

"What did Rex do?" Anakin sighed.

"Mir'osik called Mr Cody a traitor," Obi-Wan hissed.

"And what is he calling Rex?"

"Dung for brains!" Obi-Wan smiled.

Anakin's jaw dropped.

"I hope you know about his obsession with all things Mandalorian, Commander," Plo stated.

"Count Dooku was very informative between his screams," Cody chuckled, "it was the only way that I managed to get him to fly here, sir."

"Yeah, I almost forgot he was terrified of flying as a youngling," Plo mused.

"He decided that if a Mandalorian were to hold him with a jetpack on while he wears the helmet, then he would be ok, sir," Cody explained, "he eventually fell asleep and refused to wake up until I used Rex and his jetpacks to bribe him."

"Why did you not use tea?"

"Blech, nasty stuff," Obi-Wan stated, sticking out his tongue in disgust, "why does everyone think I like it."

Anakin's mouth was on the floor.

"We will be doing a meeting over this, so you and Rex have a couple of hours to distract him," Plo stated, "we wish you well, Commander."

"No mean green bean?" Obi-Wan's asked, his eyes wide.

"No 'mean green bean'," Plo confirmed.

"Mar'e!" Obi-Wan whooped, throwing his hands in the air.

Cody slowly placed Obi-Wan on the floor, almost tripping as the youngling dragged him along towards where Rex had stormed off.

"Who's green mean bean?" Anakin whispered.

"Grandmaster Yoda," Plo stated, "your master misbehaved more than you, Grandmaster Yoda took to using his walking stick to keep him in line."

"That..." Anakin started, "explains a few things."

-----

"Are you sure this will hold?" Obi-Wan asked again, wiggling.

"As said the last twenty times, it's designed to carry something twice your weight, you're fine," Rex sighed. "Boys, this isn't standard training, but instead putting on a show as such."

"Who's that your holding?" Echo asked.

"General Kenobi," Rex smirked.

"I thought he didn't like flying?" Echo asked.

"He's obsessed with Mandalorian's, so he's fascinated with us and the jetpacks," Cody asked, "he already got me to give him a ride, now we need to distract for a couple of hours."

"I can't believe he managed to drag you into this," Fives sniggered.

"No, Mr Cody stays!" Obi-Wan snapped, "don't trust mir'osik fully."

The clones burst into laughter.

"He's got it out for you, Rex!" Fives laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Rex growled. "Anyway, out you go!"

Cody was the first one to jump off the gunship diving down before igniting the jetpack. As he came back into view, he twirled slightly, putting on the show so that the others know what to do.

Fives whooped before jumping off the gunship in a flip and rocketing up. Echo saluted Obi-Wan as he tumbled backwards of the gunship.

"Ready?" Rex asked Obi-Wan before taking walking off the gunship when Obi-Wan nodded.

- Rex would swear later in life that moment is why his hearing got worse before the others. -

Cody saw what happened but was too late to act, by the time Cody got to the duo, Obi-Wan was a blubbering mess. "Di'kut!" Cody whispered to Rex as the two landed in the gunship again. "He fears flying because he fears to fall!"

Obi-Wan was clinging to Cody, shaking like a leaf. "No, no, no," he cried.

"Hey I got you," Cody whispered as Rex quickly clipped the harness around him. "See, I've got the harness now," he whispered, slowly bringing Obi-Wan's eyes to look at him. "He doesn't always think before acting," Cosy stated, glaring over at Rex slightly with the rest of the group hovering near the door.

"I didn't mean it, ad," Rex whispered, stretching a hand out to touch Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan flinched, pulling away from Rex and further into Cody, "stay away," he whimpered.

Rex's hand faltered slightly before pulling away. He too was distraught; he'd made a child cry and could do nothing about it.

"How about I float out there with you and the others perform a show?" Cody offered, he then bent his head to whisper at Obi-Wan, making sure the comm was on so that the others could hear him, "Rex screams high pitched if he's pushed or flung off something high."

Rex was very suddenly stiff, every instinct telling him to get away as quick as he can, but a small part of him telling him that it would make the ad happy again.

Obi-Wan giggled before a smirk covered his face. He twisted and shoved out with the force, throwing Rex over the side of the gunship.

Rex yelled out, knowing that his scream was what the Youngling was after before igniting the jetpack and joining the rest of his sniggering group.

"Ready?" Cody asked. He slowly ignited the jetpack, lifting himself from the floor before angling himself to float out. "You can land again, we'll bring ourselves back," Cody said to the gunship over the comms.

Obi-Wan's grip on Cody's arm tightened as the gunship turned around, watching it disappear.

"Hey, it's alright, I got you," Cody soothed, rubbing the Younglings arm until he was calm.

"We got a show ready!" Fives shouted over the comms on Cody's arm. "I present you, the Blue Pheonix!"

Obi-Wan's eyes went straight to the sky in front of them.

The three flew by in perfect synchronisation, Rex leading the group in an arrow shape. The curved up, splitting off so that Fives went left, Rex went up, and Echo went right.

They continued to fly around, sometimes having Cody join in so that they could do rolls around him. Soon, Cody got a message on his comm telling them to come back.

The four landed in a kite pattern, almost looking like they were guarding Obi-Wan.

"I thought Obi-Wan was meant to be with you, Rex?" Anakin asked when he saw who Obi-Wan was strapped to.

Rex shuffled his feet, looking down while all the clones and Obi-Wan glared at him.

"Your Captain took a page out your book and walked off the gunship without starting his jetpack," Cody growled.

"I didn't realise he was afraid of falling," Rex mumbled.

"You didn't realise until he was crying and flinching when you moved near him," Cody hissed, subconsciously moving his arms around the child almost like he was protecting him from Rex.

"And why isn't he distraught anymore? If it was as bad as you say," Plo asked.

Cody looked down expectantly at Obi-Wan, and he was not disappointed as Obi-Wan promptly shouted, "I threw him off a gunship! He screamed high pitched!"

"I knew I got that from you!" Anakin shouted.

"You got that from me?!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"What Skywalker means is you've hung around him before, and he's picked up a few habits," Plo stated.

"Who are you, Skywalker?" Obi-Wan asked as Cody unclipped him from the harness.

"A Jedi Knight," Anakin replied, "are you a Padawan?"

The room grew icy silent.

Obi-Wan shuffled slightly. "I'm just a Youngling. They say that I can't release my emotions, they say I need to learn not to be an angry time bomb," Obi-Wan stated, his fists clenching.

Anakin felt his words dry out. His master kept being refused a master because of anger issues? Anger issues?!

Were they talking about the same Obi-Wan Kenobi? Right?!

"You are a trouble maker, young Kenobi," Plo said as he beckoned the odd group to follow him. He turned a blind eye to the Youngling clutching onto the Clone Commander - he knew more than many, why some Younglings grow fearful in these walls.

"Where are we going, Master Koon?" Obi-Wan asked.

"To get you kitted up for a mission of high importance," Plo stated.

"Get me kitted up? Mission?" Obi-Wan asked, confused.

"An armour - I know you've always wanted to wear some. And something to give you some experience," Plo soothed. "You'll be joining Commander Cody and General Skywalker on this mission."

"A mission to gain experience?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Something new we're trying," Plo stated, "and your armour is just through there for you to get into. I think you'll find the design familiar."

"Mr Cody, I," Obi-Wan started, his feet shuffling slightly, "I don't know how to get into armour."

"I'm sure you'll find it straight forwards," Cody reassured.

"Mr Cody," now it was Obi-Wan's turn at puppy-eyes, "I'd need help."

"What has my life got to?" Cody whispered under his breath before allowing Obi-Wan to drag him away.

-----

"They won't laugh," Cody stated, "General Skywalker has always wanted to wear full armour."

The others watched as a small head peeked around the corner, before slowly walking out came Obi-Wan.

He was dressed in a small white armour set with yellow stripes running through the seems. He looked like a mixture between Mandalorian and the 212th battalion.

"See, they are not laughing," Cody said.

"I rather think it's impressive and that it suits you well," Anakin reassured.

That seemed to do the trick as Obi-Wan was almost danced around them, showing off. Just as he turned his back towards them, they saw what looked to be a small yet powerful jetpack across his back.

"This armour is based on a drawing young Obi-Wan did when he was eight," Plo explained. "But come, your mission awaits."

-----

Cody could not figure out what was shaking more, the gunship, or the Youngling in his arms. Even with all this armour, the child refused to stand on his own two feet and needed Cody to carry him instead.

Cody knew what the target was, Maul and that they had to bring Obi-Wan so that the cure could be dealt as quick as possible to avoid problems.

Obi-Wan didn't know that they were going against the Sith, just like he didn't know about his history with the red man. Cody didn't know whether to take this as a blessing or a curse.

-----

It was both, Cody decided. Maul had found them and was now holding him at blade point. The heat radiating off was almost unbearable.

But was unbearable was the fact that Obi-Wan had been knocked unconscious into a tree.

He could not decide whether his judgement needed reevaluating again or not. But he decided against it, Obi-Wan wasn't a General currently, but a child that Cody felt the strong need to protect from all harm.

"Now, the clone guardian dies," Maul hissed as he approached Cody, using the force to rip the man's helmet off.

Just as the blade came down, there was a shrilly shout that grew deeper and deeper, just as Maul went flying away and off the edge of the cliff. "Stay away from him!"

Cody flung around, turning to face a man dressed in beskar.

The man was dressed in a shiny cream armour, yellow lines in the seams. There was a jetpack on his back, and a helmet on his head. The mask, other than the cream and yellow colour like the rest of the suit, showed the man had power, yet gave nothing away.

"Don't you recognise me anymore, Cody?" The man rumbled.

Cody scrunched his eyebrows until he finally put together the similarities. "General Kenobi?"

The man chuckled as he removed his mask, revealing an adult Obi-Wan beneath. The blue eyes seemed to dance with streaks of lightning for a breath moment before fading, "you thought I wouldn't have an actual set of armour the moment I had the chance?"

Cody, words stuck in his throat, shook his head as he stared at Obi-Wan.

"Come, we need to check on Maul," Obi-Wan stated as he pulled the clone up and passed over the white helmet.

-----

"Good to have you back, Obi-Wan," Anakin smiled.

"It's good to be back," Obi-Wan nodded. "Now I need to write up the report for Maul's death."

"Finally got Maul?" Anakin asked.

"Turns out you can't survive being thrown off a cliff," Obi-Wan said, his lips twitching.

Anakin's form faded from the holocall as the Jedi Knight roared with laughter.

-----

"Cody, catch."

Cody turned around just in time to catch the object the General had thrown at him. Looking down, it was sealed with the Mandalorian wax crest.

"Go on, open it," Obi-Wan nodded.

By now, a small crowd had formed of 212th and the 501st. Cody turned the letter over in his hands a few times before carefully opening it.

Dear Cody Fett,

We are pleased to present you with a Mandalorian birth right certificate. As your hatch date is unclear, there is no valid birth certificate. Please let this suffice.

Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad.

Manda'yaim.

Cody felt his mouth drop as no words escaped, his eyes looking up to stare at Obi-Wan. All around him, he could hear the whispers and gasps of the surrounding clones, but he was only focused on the writing and the General.

"Figured as I said it so much, I should prove it correct," Obi-Wan shrugged, "and Fett is the last name of the man you were cloned from, so I thought it would work well."

"How is this allowed?" Cody gulped, "I'm just a clone."

"Not by that writing and the records on Mandalore," Obi-Wan smiled, "you're a Mandalorian, not owned by the Republic."

Cody wanted to say more, but his words fell short as he watched the General walk away.

"Guess he remembers being a Youngling with us then," Waxer stated.

"Oh kriff," Rex muttered going sickly white. "I'm going to have to avoid him all the time."

Cody laughed along with everyone else, but he was still focused on the letter between his hands, and a memory of a small boy with bright blue eyes.

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