It’s time for another round of aus I would like to read but not necessarily write because my wip list is a nightmare that never ends: clone wars ds9 au.
And let’s be honest the main reason I want this is because the Jedi are obviously the Trill, and Hondo’s people are exceptionally long lived and he has known several of Kenobi’s previous hosts. He is, as he will loudly tell anyone within shouting distant, Kenobi’s best friend. He’s not exactly wrong.
(Obi-Wan had barely set foot onto the promenade before he was greeted with a booming “Kenobi!”
Hondo bustled out of his bar, grinning, arms held wide open.
“Hello, Hondo,” Obi-Wan said, resigned, as Hondo swept him into an embrace that lifted him off his feet.
“You’ve changed faces again, old friend,” Hondo set, setting Obi-Wan back onto his feet. “You’ve finally become a ginger. I like the beard. Very masculine. Oh, remembers Ilia’s lamentations over xir inability to grow one?”
“I’ve always liked a good beard,” Obi-Wan said.
He had long since given up on guessing how Hondo always knew it was him, even when he was in a new host. He half-suspected Hondo just shouted that greeting at every passing Trill in hopes of eventually getting it right.
“You wound me,” Hondo had said the one time Jrul Kenobi had voiced her theory, hand splayed over his heart. “I am wounded to my very core that you think our deep and abiding friendship means so little I would not recognize you.”
“You once mistook Jinn for me,” Kenobi pointed out dryly, although out of all of Kenobi’s hosts she was the one who found Hondo the most amusing.
Hondo waved one hand dismissively. “Bah. I was drunk and concussed. You cannot possibly blame me for that. And,” Hondo added as he topped up Kenobi’s glass with fine Vulcan whiskey, “you have a very particular way of carrying yourself. You cannot be mistaken for anyone but yourself.”
“Why, Hondo, that was very nearly poetic of you,” Kenobi said, and touched their glasses together.
“Tell me, my friend,” Hondo said, draping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “now that you’ve finally grown the beard you’ve always wanted, have you put more thought towards my very lucrative business opportunity?”
“It’s piracy,” Obi-Wan said dryly, “and my answer is still no.”
Hondo shrugged, unbothered as always. “Perhaps your next host will have a better head for business.” He steered Obi-Wan towards his bar. “I hear you’ve got a little worm junior falling you around. You should bring him around sometime. It is a him, yes? There is so much I want to tell him.”
The Trill were not gifted with foresight, but Obi-Wan had a vivid vision of Anakin and Hondo meeting.
“That,” he said with feeling, “will never happen.”)
ooh ooh! what if the cardassians got it into their heads to clone an army of bioengineered bajoran soldiers for the sole purpose of using the clones to root out and kill bajoran resistance fighters. only it backfired spectacularly and a bunch of the cloned bajorans helped beat back the cardassians, only now the bajorans are arguing whether or not the clones count as people, and the cardassians are claiming the clones are property and should be returned to cardassia. Queue the arrival of the federation,
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