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Mundali II	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5560 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If you're familiar with my OCs & my timeline, this story takes place after Sacrifice (found on my homepage) and references events in Awakening; if not...just enjoy the ride.

Mundali II

Something about this place...

Perhaps at one point Kalinda Halcyon would have been pleased to return to such a beautiful planet, but in truth she'd been far too world-weary of late to find pleasure in just about anything.

The Clone Wars were dragging on and on, with no end in sight. Each day was more taxing than the last, and she'd seen enough blood and death to last several lifetimes; these days it seemed that nothing was able to make her smile any more. Even the sight of Mundali, sparkling green and sapphire in the viewport, failed to lift her heart. Instead, Kali leaned her head against the bulkhead of the little shuttle and closed her eyes.

“General Halcyon.” It felt like it'd been only seconds, but when her eyes opened again she realized that they had landed, and that Commander Stonewall was standing over her, his helmet tucked under his arm. Concern was etched across his features, along with something else...something that she'd never been able to ignore. The instant he realized that she was looking at him, his posture straightened and his mannerisms became wholly professional.

At her look he lifted his arm and gestured behind her in the direction of the shuttle entrance. “General Kenobi didn't want to wake you,” Stonewall added. “He asked me to escort you to the base when you were ready.”

Since a valuable deposit of xoorzi – one of the main components for the healing substance of bacta – had been discovered on Mundali, there had been numerous reports of a possible Separatist invasion, so the Council had decided to send Kalinda to the small, Outer Rim world to asses the potential for defense, or even a removal of the xoorzi altogether. Since Kali and Stonewall had been there before – over a year ago, now – they'd been tasked with the ordeal, and Obi-Wan had accompanied them. She still wasn't sure exactly how he'd managed the feat, and all he'd say on the matter was that being a Jedi Master and esteemed Council-member had its advantages.

Stonewall followed her out of the shuttle and they made their way through the intense heat of Mundali, toward the jungle that surrounded the site where much of the xoorzi was located. A contingent of clone troopers and Agri-Corps members who'd been stationed on the world for some time had set up a collection of semi-permanent structures that included a laboratory, barracks, a few small cabins, and – inexplicably – a makeshift cantina of a sort. Kali supposed that the cantina was simply the Corps folks' way of blowing off steam each night, as there were no other outlets for such a thing out here.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was just beginning to creep towards the horizon, but it was hot. Kali tried to restrain from tugging on her tunic to bring about more airflow, and glanced at Stonewall who had taken to walking at her side. With his helmet back on, she knew that his armor would be climate-controlled and he was likely rather comfortable. By all accounts the upgraded, Phase Two armor that the clones had received was even better than the original version, and she thought that it suited him rather nicely.

Scratched and dented white plastoid covered broad shoulders and what she knew was a muscular frame; bright saffron slashes of paint, indicative of his status as commander, decorated the shoulder pauldrons, the swinging kama at his waist, and the greaves on his lower legs. Beneath the armor, a black body-glove clung to him, and she felt a flash of heat creep to her cheeks as she remembered the last time they had been here, to Mundali.

It was a long story that she didn't usually dwell on, because when she did...

I was possessed by a spirit of some kind, she told herself, inhaling deeply and forcing herself to not look at him. Yes, we made love. Yes, it was wonderful...but it's in the past.

Still, she looked a him again, only this time he was turned her way, almost as if he could sense her thoughts.

Indeed, a moment later: “General Halcyon? Are you okay?”

His voice. Force, it still made her shiver. It actually took her a moment to collect herself and reply. “A little tired, I guess.”

“It's been a rough couple of months,” he said with a nod. Stonewall knew better than most, as he'd been by her side for the bulk of the fighting. She wondered what he was thinking, if his mind had turned, as hers had, to the last time they were on Mundali together, then she pushed the thought away. By his own request, she'd performed a mind trick on him about six months ago so that he wouldn't remember such things – the whole affair had been messier than she wanted to think about – but often she wondered, especially when he altered his stride to match hers perfectly, so that they were walking in tandem.

Maybe he could read her thoughts plain on her face; maybe he knew her better than she realized. Either way, her commander glanced her way again and inclined his head. “At least it's still beautiful, here.” There was a smile in his voice. “Some things haven't changed, I suppose.”

His voice.

“Kalinda Halcyon, I pledge my oath of loyalty to you until such a time as you choose to release me. I am your man, without reservation, without hesitation, today, tomorrow and always.”

Stonewall, kneeling at her feet and looking up at her with his honey-brown eyes. They had shared something, and she knew at once that no matter how much she wanted, she could never pretend it hadn't happened, and they could never truly go back to how it was before.

But I have Obi-Wan, she thought with a frown. That should be enough. Normally it was – more than enough, actually – but now that she was back on Mundali, perhaps the memories were too strong. Perhaps she shouldn't have returned. This place did strange things to her, after all. Kali cast another furtive glance at Stone, who continued walking as though oblivious to her thoughts, and she wondered...

Heat crept to her cheeks again, so Kali cleared her throat and quickened her stride. Without a word he matched his pace to hers, and they walked the rest of the way to the camp in silence.

In the back of his mind, Obi-Wan had wondered if the memories would be too much for her, but every time he'd brought it up she'd artfully changed the subject or found some other way to distract him. After a while he took the hint and stopped bothering her about it, thinking that she was a woman grown and that it was not his place to feel jealousy over the matter. Besides, it was war and they were both busy beyond measure with far more pressing concerns upon them than past lovers, and he knew she was tired.

As he watched her and Commander Stonewall approach, he noted the tension of her shoulders and the dark shadows beneath her eyes, and felt a pang of remorse because he couldn't recall the last time he'd seen her smile. The realization pained him. Normally Kali had a smile for everyone, but lately...

A Jedi's life was difficult, to say the least, filled with death and blood and pain more often than not, but he wished – even if only for a little while – that it was not so for her.

However, the remorseful thoughts fled his mind when she approached, because they had much work to do. After hours of exploration and discussion, it was decided that the xoorzi was too valuable a resource to risk having it fall into Separatists hands, and it should be moved to another location – a safer location. The Agri-Corps members were confident that they could manage such a thing, provided they were given adequate time, so it was agreed that Obi-Wan and Kalinda would supervise preparations for the relocation of the medicinal fungus over the next week or so.

In one way the mission was pleasant, as it symbolized a break in the fighting. There were no battles here, no droid armies to drown out the night sounds. No blaster-fire, no blood.

In other ways...

He woke up one evening to Kali's thrashing on the bed beside him; only when he gripped her wrists and said her name again and again did she wake, turning to him with wide, frightened eyes. “Ben?” Her voice was shaking.

Obi-Wan released her wrists and gave her a gentle smile. “It's just a dream, Kali.” After a moment she nodded and leaned forward to embrace him, burying her head into his neck, and he could feel his skin grow wet. He said her name again, embraced her as tightly as he could, and wondered if she was reliving the last time she was on the strange planet, when she'd been possessed by an otherworldly spirit. When he could stand it no more he cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

For a long time she didn't answer.

Finally she pulled back and met his gaze, albeit with reluctance, then shook her head. “Yes, Ben. Just...” her voice broke on his nickname and she blinked a few times. “Being here again, slowing down...it's given me a chance to stop and think. The Wars have been going on so long. Will the fighting ever be done? How many men have we lost? How many brothers has Stone lost?”

Again, her voice broke, but this time it was on her commander's name, and Obi-Wan felt a flare of emotion in the Force as she said Stone.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a jealous man. As a matter-of-fact, he tried to avoid the emotion, as it led to nothing but despair for the parties involved. Perhaps Kalinda and Stonewall's time on Mundali a year ago should have made him irate, but that was not how he operated. He loved the dark-haired woman, and she him, and that was enough. No matter that she'd shared her body with another, and under...extreme duress at that. It was the past.

But he couldn't help but wonder how the past would – or could – affect the present, the here and now.

In truth, Stone was glad to be off the battlefield.

Perhaps he was too different from his brothers, but the mechanics of war no longer held any pleasure for him, because he knew what else there could be to occupy his mind and body. Not that he'd cared to indulge since Kali; in fact, no woman he'd met before or since his time on Mundali with her over a year ago had captivated him so completely, and he knew that none ever would.

There was much between them, perhaps too much to ignore, but he tried. For her sake. It had been her decision to love Obi-Wan and not him, and although the idea pained him, he knew that he'd rather see her happy than not, and so abided by her choice and remained at her side, helping the dark-eyed woman when and where he could.

It had been enough for some time.

Until they'd returned to Mundali.

Over the few days after their arrival on-planet, he'd found it harder and harder to keep up his professional visage around her; the memories that he normally kept battered tight behind a mental barrier began to seep through, and he woke up multiple times each night whispering her name to the air and thankful that he didn't have to share a bunk with anyone who'd notice the physical signs of his arousal.

Force knows, he tried to hide the feelings, tried to pretend that he thought of her as General Halcyon and not Kalinda. Certainly not Kali.

He tried, but Stonewall was pretty sure that he was failing, miserably, especially given the way that General Kenobi glanced at him a few times during the course of their mission, as if the Jedi could read his very thoughts, which Stone supposed wasn't out of the question.

However, despite his feelings for her, Stonewall had no wish to come between the Jedi. He'd never considered himself a jealous man, and besides, she'd never really been his to be jealous of. They'd shared a few nights together – what amounted to a handful of stolen moments – but that was it. What he'd told her on the day of their arrival had been the truth: it had been a couple of rough months in the War, but the heart of the matter was that the Wars hardly bothered him at times, when he could look at her and see the most beautiful woman in the galaxy and know that she was alive and well.

It used to be enough.

But not here and not now. Definitely not now.

The mission lasted for the better part of two weeks, and by the end of it Kalinda thought that she was starting to go a bit mad.

Sleep was nearly impossible to come by, as each night she was haunted by memories both pleasant and not; Stonewall's baritone voice was mixed with the dying cries of his brothers on the battlefield, of the men she'd lost. Inwardly, she burned with guilt and sorrow and fear, because she should have been a better Jedi, a better protector. She should have been more than what she was.

And because she looked at Stonewall, still.

It was damn near impossible to avoid looking at him in the shining armor. Standing among the verdant growth, Stonewall appeared the very picture of someone good and noble, someone heroic. Even as the three of them, herself, Obi-Wan and Stone, crawled through the jungle, searching for viable xoorzi spores with a few Corps members, she looked at Stonewall, and remembered.

Kali thought that it was all a bit too angst-ridden and confusing, and wished very much that she was back on Coruscant, where things were simpler. Long, lazy nights with Obi-Wan in her bed; that gleam in his eyes as he reached for her while his lean, muscular body was poised above her own.

Now and forever, Obi-Wan held her heart, but was starting to realize that Stonewall did as well in his own way, and Mundali had brought it all to the surface of her mind.

Finally, finally, after two weeks on the planet, it was determined that they'd collected enough spores, and transport back to the Core was arranged. They were to leave the next morning.

In their fashion, the Corps folks had created a cantina of a sort – rugged, like most everything on this planet – but effectively stocked with all manner of liquor, ale and wine, while also boasting a state-of-the-art holo-jukebox that doubled as a karaoke machine. Sheer exhaustion, coupled with an aversion to merriment that felt wholly unlike her, had caused Kalinda to try and avoid the place during the course of the mission, but it on the last night of her, Obi-Wan, and Stonewall's stay, the Corps folks urged them to attend a celebration of sorts.

Reluctantly, she went.

One glass of wine, she told herself, as she sat beside Obi-Wan and watched a Rodian male singing one of the worst renditions of “Starlight On My Shoulder” she'd ever heard. The clones – there were only a few besides Stonewall – were seated behind the Jedi and she wondered if Stone's eyes were on her, or if it was just her imagination.

Theoretically, it could have been the wine.

One glass turned into two, then three, then...well. It had been a long mission, and she and Obi-Wan were silently making bets as to which Corps member would butcher which classic song, when someone – to this day she didn't know who – called her to sing.

In the midst of sipping from her glass, Kali nearly started to choke, but a slap on the back from Obi-Wan helped her throat clear, and she glanced around the crowded room, searching for the one who'd called her name.

“Well?”

Looking to her left, she saw Obi-Wan's brow lifted and a faint smirk on his face that intensified when the crowd picked up her name and continued – loudly – urging her to sing. “You mustn't disappoint your fans, Kali,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

It had been years since she'd sung like this, in a cantina, in front of a rowdy crowd; such things had happened during her youth, but she'd figured those days were over. However, a quick glance at the table the clones were seated showed her that they, too, were calling for her to sing, laughing good-naturedly and clapping along with the Corps folks.

Except Stonewall. When her eyes fell on him he merely inclined his head and allowed the smallest of hopeful smiles to skim across his face.

It was enough.

After downing what remained of the contents of her glass, Kali rose and made her way to the stage, taking a few deep breaths and trying not to think of how out of practice she was at singing in public; she stepped onto the assortment of crates that had been covered with a sturdy sheet of synth-wood, and took a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the bright lights that were shining upon her. There was a console beside her that would allow her to choose the song, but she merely gave a wave of her hand and allowed the Force to work its will in this single, small moment.

The very instant that the song started, she forgot herself and began to sing.

“It's been a long time since I came around, been a long time, but I'm back in town.”

Her voice. Stonewall wanted to shut his ears against the sound, but it didn't matter in the least, as he'd been rendered helpless the moment that her eyes had fallen on him and she'd begun to sing.

A part of him – a large part – would always love her, he knew. Perhaps all of him, though he idly mused that such a thought might be a by-product of the two glasses of ale he'd already had before a third had been placed before him by one of the new guys.

While she sang, she almost looked happy. Almost. Stars and galaxies, he wished he could see her smile again, even if only for a moment.

Even beneath the dim lights of the cantina, he thought that there was no one more lovely, no one at all, and it was harder than anything he'd ever known to sit here and act normally, as though he wanted only to sip his ale, laugh at his brother's jokes, as though he wasn't having a barrage of impure thoughts about the dark-haired woman whom he served under.

As it turned out, the Force – whatever it was – had a pretty bizarre sense of humor.

“This time, I'm not leaving without you.”

And there it was.

Obi-Wan knew at once what he was going to do, though he had no idea how well it would be received. Idly, he wondered how much of the idea was spawned by the copious amounts of Pantoran brandy he'd consumed, and how much was the by-product of the heady Force-energies that seemed to saturate this planet. Indeed, there was something about Mundali...

While he watched Kalinda sing, he reached out to Stonewall through the Force and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt the true nature of the commander's arousal, centered on the dark-haired woman. So it was still true. He wondered that Stonewall had been able to conceal his feelings, wondered how long the mind-trick had lasted, then decided it didn't matter.

Kalinda would likely never be fully free of her feelings for Stonewall, and from what he had observed, the same held true for the commander; it seemed they'd been irrevocably bound by love or by the Force. Perhaps the two were one and the same, Obi-Wan didn't know. What he did know was that fighting such feelings was a certain path to sorrow and bitterness, and he didn't want that for any of them. There was enough of those things to go around, anyway.

When Kali finished her song she slipped off to use the 'fresher, so Obi-Wan made his way to the table that seated the clones; the moment he approached, each of the half a dozen troopers snapped to attention and faced the Jedi. Stonewall's expression was professional, but there was curiosity written in his eyes. “General Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan nodded a greeting. “Commander. May I speak with you a moment?”

Stonewall rose from his seat and stepped away from the table, following Obi-Wan to the exterior of the cantina and into the night. Cicadas were buzzing, loud enough to nearly drown out any conversation, and a slow inhale brought the scent of something sweet in the air. Once they were outside the door, the clone commander stood at modified parade-rest: feet slightly spread, hands behind his shoulder, helmet clipped to his belt and swaying slightly.

There was only the sound of the insects for a moment before Obi-Wan spoke. “You still have feelings for her, don't you?”

To his credit, Stonewall didn't play dumb or even look surprised at the Jedi's words. “I do, sir.”

“No,” Obi-Wan said, lifting his hand. “No 'sir,' Stonewall. This conversation is...unofficial.”

Stonewall nodded once, but his posture did not change and caution trailed from him when he spoke again. “I have no wish to jeopardize her happiness, Obi-Wan,” he said slowly. “And she seems...happy with you.”

Obi-Wan gave him a sardonic look. “She doesn't seem happy at all, lately.”

At this, the clone frowned. “I've noticed that she's been...depressed the last few months.” His voice grew distant and soft. “The fighting...I think it's getting to her. She wasn't made for war, as I was.”

Something about the words struck Obi-Wan, though he only raised a hand to his beard in thought. “If there was a way to bring her a bit of happiness, would you be willing to-”

“Absolutely,” Stonewall replied at once, straightening and giving the Jedi another curious look. “Anything. Name it.”

Despite the odd feeling of anxiousness that was beginning to brew within his gut, stirring up the liquor he'd already consumed, Obi-Wan smiled.

Virtual cookie if you guess the song that she was singing!
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