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Based on this fanfic:
The clones were made for the Jedi. The Jedi can tell this. They each have several troopers that resonate deeply in the Force in a way that just clicks. They are theirs in a way that is practically indescribable. In this universe, this affects the Jedi just a bit more than in the fic. Just enough to cause them to snap. They will not allow their men to be murdered because somebody else thinks they are defective, no matter what the Republic says. A Jedi only need spend less than an hour with one of their pieces to decide that the Senate can go kark themselves. Their men are brilliant bright unique lights in the Force, and they don't care how many laws or regulations they break to make sure they stay safe.
Of course the rest of the Jedi don't understand why Obi-Wan is acting how he is until they meet their men themselves. But once Obi-Wan learns a sliver of the horrid truth about the men's lives he can't stand to let things continue how they are.
Obi-Wan braces himself with Cody's glorious signature, but in doing so he falls a bit deeper into the Force than he normally goes. He becomes a bit more instinctive, a bit more feral, and while he manages to drag himself most of the way back into his body he doesn't have the inhibitions to stop himself from going through with the pretty terrible idea he managed to come up with on the spot.
He has Cody get something to type on, and instructs him to write down the number of each clone he touches. Before Cody can truly ask questions Kenobi is off, wandering through Kamino brushing his fingertips and hands over each sunset orange trooper he finds. Cody and the rest of the clones are startled and confused, but they are afraid to say anything so they don't speak. Obi-Wan tries to comfort them as best he can, but he's half-in half-out of the Force and his attempts aren't the best. Especially when he's running his fingers across the Vode's arms and neck and cheek and hair without much thought as to what a non-Force sensitive might think.
Several hours later he's nowhere near done, but he's done enough. He tells Cody to make a separate list of all the troopers that are in danger of being decommissioned and have them all gather together along with the men Obi-Wan has singled out. He then rushes off to Comm the council, still in a bit of a manic state.
Barlex was just walking down the hallway when suddenly slender unfamiliar fingertips trailed up his spine. He froze, looking out of the corner of his eye and seeing the orange-haired man that stood there. It felt like the air had abandoned his lungs. That was a Jedi. There was a Jedi standing mere inches away, softly tracing the curves of his back and the nobs of his spine. He held his breath for a long, long moment, before the General moved on, hand settling onto the side of his ribs for a moment before leaving him and moving down further down the hall. He sucked in a hasty wheezing breath, and he shared a frightened glance with Commander Cody as he scurried past after the General with a datapad in hand.