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You howl like a wolf, like the sound in my heart

@plokoonweek Day 7: Free day: Daemon AU

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"He picked me, you know? I never wanted to disappoint him."

@plokoonweek Day 6: Family || Compassion

Fix-it AU: Sha Koon survives. Meets people who shared a part of her grief.

On Captain “Jag” Jai’Galaar:

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Old sketch

Plo chamaco y su tío Fae, diseño de @the-lonely-human que adoro y uso cualquier excusa para dibujarlo lol

Tyvokka tomó la foto, lo juro.

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Four Times Plo Koon Hugged the Wolfpack, and One Time They Hugged Him Chapter Five: It's Over (Now the Future Can Begin)

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Summary:

The war is over, and Plo and his men can hardly believe it.

Plo could hardly believe it.

The war was finally, completely over .

In the past few days, Obi-Wan had killed Grievous on Utapau, Dooku had surrendered during the Battle of Coruscant, and Quinlan and Commander Fox, along with the combined forces of the Coruscant Guard and the Jedi who had returned from the field, had disposed of Palpatine, who they had revealed to be the Second Sith (or more accurately, Plo supposed, the original one of this saga). The Republic had survived the fall of her Chancellor with far more vigor than anyone had given her credit for, and as of two seconds ago, it had been announced that Senator Bail Organa had been chosen by both the Senate and popular vote to lead the New Republic into what so many were already declaring would be a golden age.

The Kel Dor chuckled as he ran those wild sentences back again in his mind, processing the sheer craziness of it all.

It had been a very, very busy week.

A bright, almost blindingly happy presence appeared behind him, rippling as a familiar voice rang out in a call. “General!” 

The Jedi was already turning, and that was the only reason he was able to absorb Comet’s frenzied hug without falling over. The youngest of the Pack had hardly grabbed him before Sinker and Boost, both laughing deliriously with glee, copied him and crushed in on their general from both sides.

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"This heartache is from forever."

@plokoonweek Day 5: Chronic pain || Broken anti-tox mask

Opposite of Fix-it: Plo Koon survives, but not for long. Not with his former pack hunting him down.

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Four Times Plo Koon Hugged the Wolfpack, and One Time They Hugged Him Chapter Four: Sinker

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Summary

Plo has always known Sinker has a compassionate heart. Now, post-Kadavo rescue, he's struggling.

for the @plokoonweek prompt: compassion

The free day chapter is coming today or tomorrow, but I couldn't leave out Sinker!

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Plo Koon for @plokoonweek Day 7 - Free Day

Couldn't participate fully but I'm glad I could make a little something for our favorite Jedi father!

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Plo Koon Week, Entry Five

This isn’t technically about chronic pain in the strictest sense, but… it is something that I thought about Kel Dor being able to do that would end up being important in the future. This is set sometime during the middle of the war. Official description: Kel Dor, like certain species of lizards, can drop limbs when in sufficient danger. Wolffe finds this out at the worst possible time. 

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TRIGGER WARNING: INJURY, DISCUSSION OF INJURY, ALSO BLOOD.

Day 5: Chronic pain || Broken anti-tox mask

In the middle of a siege is not a good time to find out your general can lost limbs at will. They are trying to take yet another city on yet another planet and Wolffe is paying more attention to the flash and explosion of grenades and the endless advance of the clankers than his general, which in hindsight is probably how it ends up happening. General Plo tells him to take the boys and go around the side while he creates a distraction, which Wolffe does, and they manage to breach the doors of the administrative building while the Jedi lures the army out into the open. Someone throws a few droid poppers and a grenade, and the general must be distracted because he doesn’t move out of range like Wolffe knows he can do, has seen him do plenty of times. 

The grenade blows a giant hole in the ground and Seppies go flying, but so too does a whole hell of a lot of debris. Something in Wolffe’s insides in the vicinity of his heart lurches and he is hurrying down the steps toward the newly-existent crater already, worry making his mind a little fuzzy, like bad static. There is no sign of the general for a moment and Wolffe is panicking, because did they just kill their general?? Oh god— He rounds a heap of debris created by the blast and practically stumbles over the Jedi, who is half-lying on the dusty ground. General Plo looks up at them, something resembling a smile coming to his face. “Hello,” he says, and Wolffe wonders if Kel Dor can get concussions. He goes to a knee beside Plo and tries to assess the damage, which is… difficult. 

For the most part the general appears uninjured, and his lightsaber is laying by his side just in grabbing range. However —and this is what makes Wolffe draw a shaky inhale in shock— Plo’s left arm is in bad shape. It’s trapped beneath several huge chunks of rock and scrap metal, twisted and mangled beyond recognition and Wolffe knows that there are so many bones crushed that he couldn’t count them properly. He kneels beside the general and tries his best to stay calm. There is still a battle to win and a siege to carry on, but for now this is more important. He lays his hands on Plo’s shoulder, trying to figure out if there’s a way to save the limb. “Hold on, General, we’ll have this off you in no time.” 

Plo shifts into a more upright position, a rattling sort of hiss escaping him in what Wolffe assumes is pain. “There is no need, Commander. I will be fine.” Wolffe has to fight the impulse to laugh hysterically. “Right. Fine. Sure.” Before he can say anything more constructive or force his general to lay still, Plo leans forward, twists his shoulder slightly to the right and— With a small squelch the limb is separated from its owner, and Wolffe stares. Plo brings a hand up to his (now-armless) shoulder, testing the sluggish bleeding and finding the state of what used to be a limb satisfactory. Wolffe splutters, and Plo clicks at him in amusement. “Take a breath, Commander. It is only an arm.” 

Wolffe removes his helmet and looks at his general incredulously, ignoring the fact that there is a siege they need to get on with. For a second, he just blinks at him. “��what?!” The general shrugs and shifts around, moving to get his feet under him. “It will grow back. I will be just fine.” Wolffe reaches out automatically, helping his general to his feet. “I’m not sure I even know how to process that.” He cannot bring himself to look at the exposed stump, nor at the arm left behind in the wreckage. It makes him just a little queasy. Plo leans against him, and now Wolffe can tell that despite his outward calm he is in a lot of pain. Small tremors run through his side where he is leaning against Wolffe. “It is a defense mechanism of my species—“ a pained hiss— “and while it is extremely unpleasant there will be no lasting side effects.” 

Wolffe signs to Sinker to give them some cover and starts helping his general toward the rear defensive position, where they set up medical. “No lasting effects of just… losing an entire arm.” Plo shakes his head, and although he is still making that hissing noise it is maybe a little lessened. “It will grow back, given time. For now the socket should be bound up, to prevent infections.” Wolffe shakes his head. “Is this Kel Dor specific or can all Jedi do this?” Plo rumbles a laugh, but winces slightly. “Many of the Order are capable of using the Force to support themselves when injured, as I am now, but losing limbs and later regrowing them is a species-specific trait. A quirk of our biology, I believe.” 

When they reach the medical station, Wolffe helps his general to sit down on a cot. Plo is moving slowly, but the sluggish bleeding has stopped completely and Wolffe decides that’s a good sign. If any other vod had lost a limb like that, they’d have been worried about bleeding out, but the general seems fine, if a little weak. Wolffe pats his uninjured shoulder carefully. “You rest, we’ll go finish things up out there.” Plo reaches out and grips his forearm, and although his face is drawn in pain his voice is steady. “Be careful.” Wolffe puts his bucket back on and snaps a salute playfully. “We will. Unlike some, we can’t just snap back from major traumatic injuries.” Plo shook his head. “This is why I did not tell you. I knew you’d sass me about it.” Wolffe smirks and turns to go. “Well, you deserve to be sassed about this. Warn me next time, please.” With that, he leaves. After all, they have a war to win. 

(The general recovers in about four months, and the entire time he is not functioning at full capacity. He wears his arm in a sling while it grows back, and when it does the scales are lighter and softer than before. During this period Wolffe alternates between making sure his general doesn’t over exert himself and reading up on Kel Dor biology. There is much to learn, but at least he’s prepared now). 

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PLO KOON WEEK, DAY SEVEN

FREE DAY!!

One of my favorite funny PK moments (above). A lot of you have likely seen it, but I coudn't resist the opportunity to drop it like a stone into our reverent PK lovers' pool.

I WISH I'd gotten a chance to post new stuff, but I am up to my eyeballs moving house ATM.

I'm having sooo much fun seeing all of this Plo Koon love! I really hope we get to do this again.

What about having a Holiday-themed PK week? Or a Hallowe'en one? Etc. I'd be in ❤️

Hugs, everyone! The small but mighty Plo Koon Fandom juggernaut rolls on.

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aLoF Ficlet | Lupe Of Lothal

Here's Lupe's origin story (OR a one-shot about Plo Koon stumbling upon a Force-sensitive youngling). I'm sorry about the lack of conversation in this one, but I really tried to paint a picture of the surroundings and the atmosphere (thus this ficlet doubled the size I intended it to be).

Note: since this ficlet takes place in 40 BBY, Plo Koon is still a Jedi Knight ("By 33 BBY, Koon had achieved the rank of Jedi Master and was elevated to the Jedi High Council." Source: Wookieepedia).

Summary: Jedi Knight Plo Koon investigates a report and stumbles on an unexpected discovery. Rating: Teen and up Tags: Force connection, Force sensitivity, reference to abandonment Words: 1.954k Characters: Plo Koon, Lupe (OC), unidentified captain/flight crew, unidentified villagers aLoF masterlist | AO3 ↓ | > ch1

40 BBY, Outer Rim | Lothal

“Sir, incoming transmission from the Jedi Temple,” the captain informed the Jedi Knight, looking over his shoulder whilst addressing him. The Kel Dor Jedi stood in the Republic Cruiser’s cockpit, a few steps behind the pilots’ seats, as he gazed through the transparisteel viewport. When he heard the captain’s words, he stepped forward and gently placed his four-fingered hand on his shoulder. “Put it through,” the Jedi’s resonant voice replied, a slight buzzing sound to it, caused by the antiox breath mask adorning his face.

“Plo Koon,” the voice over the transmission started, “Are you still present in the Calamari Sector?” The Jedi Knight confirmed their current position, before the voice continued the transmission. “A report was made about the increasing harassment by creatures on settlements, coming from the Lothal System. Sending the coordinates right now.” A quick nod from the captain to let the Jedi Knight know they had received the coordinates; the navigator went to work immediately. “Since you are already located near the system, could you investigate the report?”

And of course Plo Koon accepted the request. There were always more sides to a story, and if he could avoid the loss of innocent lives, either being sentient or non-sentient, he would try to find a humane solution. After all, that was the Jedi way; emphasising compassion and teaching that all lives were precious. And so the Consular-class space cruiser set course to the planet of Lothal.

Once they had made it to the planet’s surface and the Jedi had started to ask around, it hadn’t taken Plo Koon long to find one of the affected locations. They had left urban civilization behind and continued their endeavour towards a rural area. Wrapped in his cloak to shield him from the emerging gusts of wind, he walked from the ship towards the farming settlement. It was surrounded by grasslands as far as the eye could see. It was a soothing view, and by the sight of it, nothing seemed to be amiss.

A flock of prairie-fowl scattered before his feet when Plo Koon reached the settlement’s only road, connecting the few houses the place consisted of. It was quiet outside; he only noticed a Gotal at the other side of the hamlet. The humanoid was bundling together a bale of cut grass, next to a modest corral containing a small herd of nerfs. The Gotal looked up warily when he noticed the Jedi’s presence. Plo Koon approached him cautiously, calmly stating the reason for his arrival. The distinctive short, grey fur on the man’s face surrounded a pair of weary eyes.

Their brief conversation revealed much to the Jedi. Recently, a pair of creatures had started terrorising the normally quiet hamlet. There hadn’t been any casualties; neither the inhabitants nor their livestock had been touched. Instead, the creatures had been taking rather peculiar items from the small village. There had been much debate over the identification of the creatures, but most rumours came back to one species: Loth-wolves.

With his long, taloned fingers, Plo Koon stroked the mask on his face as he stood pondering over his findings. Whilst Loth-wolves had been a problem to Lothal’s earlier farmers, no one had encountered any in nearly a century; they were deemed extinct. The Gotal pointed towards one of the hamlet’s houses, telling the Jedi the home’s resident could tell him more. Plo Koon thanked the man for his time before leaving him to his businesses.

After he had knocked on the door, it took a while before it slid open. Behind it stood an elderly Ithorian lady, her bend back in combination with her angled neck making for an eccentric appearance. She was wearing a somewhat primitive, timeworn translator collar on top of her neck. Plo Koon introduced himself and told her about his earlier conversation with the Gotal. The lady invited him inside, which he accepted so he could get to the bottom of this. She offered him something to drink, which he refused, because he didn’t want her to make any physical effort on his behalf.

Ithorians were known for their long lifespan, and the elderly lady in front of the Jedi was proof of it. She sat down in an old rocking chair, moving back and forth, concurrently with her memories. She told him about her younger days, how she grew up on the plains of Lothal, in a time when Loth-wolves were still an occasional sighting. She told him how the magnificent beasts had rarely ventured out of the Lothalian mountains and the enclosing grasslands, but that they had been slain anyway, out of ignorance and crudeness. Plo Koon could feel a mixture of grace and sorrow as the lady told him about the creatures, reminiscent of a bygone time.

Before continuing his investigation, Plo Koon kneeled down beside the Ithorian to thank her for her honesty and for sharing her memories. Before he could get back on his feet, the lady put her hand on his shoulder and seemed to be looking straight through his goggles. Crackling through her translator came the redeeming words: she had seen the Loth-wolves as a maiden, as a mother, and now, as a crone. She was certain of it; the Loth-wolves had never been away.

Plo Koon let the words sink in as he strolled to the far side of the hamlet. When he reached the last house, he sat down on a crate and let his gaze wander over the vast plains ahead. The gusting wind had died down; only a faint breeze remained. It played with the tall grass, gently brushing it whenever it reached down to the surface. Slowly, the sun set in the distance, and the presence of the twin moons became evident. Where the sun had shone a golden light over the grass, the moons’ light changed it into a velvety silver. There was a serenity to this place; a tranquillity he could only obtain by meditating back in the Jedi Temple.

He closed his eyes, taking in this strange place that felt oddly familiar. A cold blanket crept over the grassland as the night came, and when it reached the Jedi, every exhalation resulted in a small, foggy cloud in front of his breath mask. He felt the coldness creep inside his body, pricking his skin, tickling his senses as they enhanced. He could hear the friction of feathers as the prairie-fowl huddled together to keep warm. He could see the loth-rats nestling in their holes below the grassy surface. He could taste the dew as it formed on the tall grass all around him. He could smell the resin from a faraway spine tree as it dripped down its bark. He could feel..

Suddenly, he could feel their presence. He knew they were right in front of him before he opened his eyes. When he did, he looked upon two magnificent Loth-wolves, towering above him. Both wolves had black fur and were accented with dark, scaly skin, laying in patterns on their face, their feet and their croup, almost like reversed fingerprints. Their bright, amber eyes looked calmly down at him, waiting.

Plo Koon gently arose from the crate, and with a slow motion, almost like a wave, he reached one hand towards the wolf nearest to him. The wolf showed its teeth, but not in a threatening way; it merely tasted the air, the atmosphere. When the Kel Dor’s four-fingered hand was near, the wolf gently moved its head forward, nudging it into the Jedi’s touch. Plo Koon felt a strange sensation deep within, as if they shared something ancient, as if a connection was being made. The wolves seemed content; yes, this was the one they had been waiting for.

The Loth-wolf lay down and looked at the Jedi in anticipation. Without the need to share any spoken words, Plo Koon understood the wolf’s intentions. He walked over to the beast and carefully mounted it. His fingers grasped around tufts of its black fur; tightly enough to keep himself balanced, but gently enough to not bother the creature. As soon as it was back on its feet, both the Loth-wolves turned around and started running. They ran through the tall grass, away from the hamlet, onto the vast, open plains. Plo Koon moved along with the rhythm of the wolf’s movements, gazing into the distance to set eyes on their destination, but there was nothing to be seen. Nothing..

He was dreaming. The stars surrounded him; not just from above, but all around him. Glimpses of his past, memories from long ago. Voices of parental figures, of teachers and mentors, words of wisdom and knowledge descending onto him. Images of former events.. Or visions of future matters? He didn’t know. It felt like he was floating in space, between worlds. Was this really a dream?

Plo Koon woke up at dawn and found himself on the rocky foot of a mountain. It felt like he was waking from a very deep, intense slumber; nothing he had ever experienced before. When he heaved himself up and looked around, the Loth-wolves were nowhere to be seen. When he was taking in these new surroundings, a peculiar sound caught his attention. It was the sound of subdued howling. As he turned into the direction of the sound, his eyes caught a cave entrance not far away. He walked over cautiously, and when he peeked inside, he expected a Loth-wolf pup.

But what he found inside was a different kind of pup; it was a human child. A female, about two years old, her feral, silver hair quite distinctive for a juvenile of the human species. There was dirt smeared all over her skin and she was wearing rags, but furthermore, she seemed healthy. Around her, scattered through the cave, the Jedi noticed the peculiar items that had been taken from the hamlet, such as toys, pieces of clothing, a mug and plate, and remains of fruits and vegetables. He now understood why the Loth-wolves had ventured into the affected settlements.

The child looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity and anticipation. There was no sign of fear or restraint. Plo Koon slowly moved forward, kneeling in front of the child and gently offering his hand to her. She took one of his taloned-fingers in her hand, still looking up towards his goggles, his eyes hidden behind them. As soon as their skins touched, he felt a connection. In an instant, he knew what he was already expecting; she was Force-sensitive. “Koh-to-yah, little one,” Plo Koon greeted the child softly, and he noticed a flicker in her eyes. They were as brightly amber as those of the Loth-wolves.

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When Plo Koon walked out of the cave, the child on his arm, the Loth-wolves had returned. They were waiting for them outside. The Jedi threaded carefully, since he was now carrying their pup, the child they had clearly been taking care of. But the wolves remained at ease, watching the Jedi and the youngling in full anticipation; they had brought Plo Koon to the child with a purpose, after all. He slowly walked past them, thanking them for their compassion and their aid. The child flung herself over his shoulder, watching the wolves as he walked off into the tall grass. As soon as the Jedi had activated the transmitter on his comlink, ready for a pick-up from the Republic Cruiser, an eerie sound behind him caught him off guard. It was the hauntingly beautiful howling of the Loth-wolves, an echoing goodbye song for the child they had cared for. They had now granted him the responsibility of that care.

I read a theory on Reddit stating that Loth-wolves are/carrying the spirits of Jedi that died on Lothal. Plo Koon didn’t die on Lothal obviously, but I like to think he connected with the creatures during this little story, thus making a ‘new’ Loth-wolf appear after his unfortunate demise during Order 66.

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Written for @plokoonweek - Day 7: Free Day

The Coexistence of Love & Light

Rating: G

Characters: Plo Koon & Ahsoka Tano

Word Count: 1,183

Warnings: None!

Summary: Even after being knighted, Ahsoka still goes to Plo when she needs advice.

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Plo Koon Week, Entry 7

Can't believe I managed it! In any case, since today's a free day, you're getting how Plo survived Order 66 in my AU! I realized that without the context of the other six entries for this week this might not make much sense, but oh well. Hopefully in the future this will all make one fic.

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TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, INJURY, AMPUTATION, ORDER 66, INADVISABLE PILOTING MANEUVERS

Day 7: Free Day! (I was inspired by the prompt "Buried Alive")

Everything happens at once and Plo is not prepared. He is focused on flying, on leading the air division back to base, because they’ve won the battle of Cato Nemoidia and the war is ending soon, he knows it, and that’s when it happens. He can sense his sons following him and then they are just— gone. It is almost as thought they’ve blipped out of existence, but Plo swivels and looks behind him and sees that they are still flying just fine. The sudden lack of  presence frightens him, and he looks closer, plucking at Wolffe’s Force signature, trying to figure out what happened. He’d taught his boys shielding, but that had never felt like this. Before he could always feel their light, even when they’d closed off their minds. Now… they’re just gone. 

There is a sense of a heavy veil drawn over Wolffe’s mind, and Plo thinks he can just faintly hear his thoughts beneath, screaming and crying, and it is because he is so worried about this that he misses the fact that whatever is now controlling his boys has pulled the trigger. Two proton torpedos, their trajectory true, slam into the hull of his fighter and explode, taking a good chunk of the engine with them. Plo fights the joystick, forcibly tamping down on his panic and trying to focus on steering the ship, but he’s losing control rapidly. The ship begins to spiral downward, toward the acid lakes far below, and it is all he can do to pull the nose up just enough to sort of flatten out and send the fighter sailing toward a collision with the rocky wall of the mesa instead. It will not be a soft landing, by any means, but the face of the cliff is jagged and has many ledges that, if he is lucky, will catch and hold the ship long enough to allow him an escape. Plo lets go of the joystick and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and reaching out with the Force instead. He is not nearly as powerful as Master Yoda and cannot steer a ship fully, but he manages to guide the ship toward the mesa and angle it just so.

There is an awful screech of tearing metal, a series of cracking noises and a sharp jolt, then the sensation of vertigo, teetering on the edge of an abyss, before the ship comes to a rocking stop, and Plo exhales, opening his eyes. The fighter has landed in one of the crevices, and the sky is completely clear. No one in sight. He reaches out with the Force to search the area and figure out what his situation is, and what he finds is… less than ideal. One of the bridge cities is below, separated from him by perhaps a few hundred feet, and the ledge he is perched on is unbelievably unstable. He reaches up and very slowly slides open the cockpit roof, then hoists himself up to look out. The rock slide hits before he has time to register it. 

An unknown period of time later, Plo wakes up and immediately wishes he hadn’t. Everything hurts, and he can’t move. The rock fall had mostly missed him (thank the Lady), but he is pinned by the arm beneath the heaviest part of the debris. Not to mention, he thinks, it feels like a couple of ribs have cracked. There is not a clear path out of here, and he cannot reach his lightsaber, which really only leaves him with one option. Plo fights back a groan of frustration. He does not like doing this, and it will weaken him considerably. But needs must. He gets a little bit of torque going, twisting forward, and with a sharp squelching noise, his arm detaches at the shoulder, a few drops of blood leaking out and dripping on the rocks. He can still feel the newly separated limb twitching for a few seconds before sensation is lost, and the blood rush immediately goes to his head and makes him see starbursts. Then finally he is able to sit up, and Plo decides that the best course of action is to move as soon as possible. 

He gets his legs under him, wobbling as he attempts to stand, and takes a moment to wrap the stump of his arm up in his cloak so that it does not get exposed to acid or debris. He takes a deep breath, stands, jumps down from the fighter. The ground shifts ominously beneath his feet and there is not a lot of time to come up with a plan. So, Plo jumps. He peers down at the bridge city below and strolls right over the edge of the cliff, trusting the Force to catch him. 

The impact is not nearly as severe as it could be but still he stumbles, feeling lightheaded. He is shaking. Plo takes a moment to lean against a nearby wall and draw his cloak over his head. When he is suitably wrapped up in the fabric, which seems a meagre shield, Plo draws a deep breath and centers himself in the Force. He thinks of reaching out to try to find what happened to his boys, where they went and if the horrible veil sensation has gone, but he has no strength left to try. He is tired, and they are gone. His heart aches for them, and he cannot think about how scared and confused and guilty they must feel or he will keel over. Plo releases his feelings into the Force for the moment and steps away from the wall, moving slowly. There will be time to feel them later, and right now he needs to find somewhere safe that he can disappear into and scope out what’s going on.

He finds a sizable length of wood someone must have left and picks it up, leaning on the makeshift walking stick with his remaining arm heavily and thinking hard about where he will go. Jedha houses the Temple of the Kyber, and the Guardians of the Whills are friendly to the Order. He will start there. Plo ducks his head and presses on toward the shuttle port, already feeling his body wanting to shut down on him. He is… very tired. Whatever happened, what ever calamity befell his boys, he will figure it out and save them, but… for now, finding safety will have to be enough. Plo straightens his spine and walks on, toward the setting sun that is gilding the rooftops. 

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@plokoonweek Day #7: Free day / Jedi July Day 20: Plo Koon (in the style of Gustav Klimt)

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Plo Koon Week Day 7: Free @plokoonweek

Made a few moodboards! I might write a fic later today too :3

^ Cork board Plo has in his quarters

https://pin.it/5yxD4KJZE <- the Pinterest board I made for all of Plo Koon Week <33

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JEDI MASTER PLO KOON — Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008-2020)

Made for the event @plokoonweek

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Day 7: Free day

For @plokoonweek

Beta-read by @bogappreciation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67527066/chapters/175407496

Plo was walking to his office when he heard laughing from the Wolfpack's lounge area and wondered what was up. As he walks in he can see Wolffe on the sofa and Sinker, Boost, Comet and some of the other men there keeping him company. Plo can feel in the force, pain-tired-amusement from Wolffe.

"So, so... Fives told me... that he and Echo started another prank war... with the last battalion... they were with the... the 91st," Sinker says through laughter.

All the troopers in the room burst out laughing, including Wolffe and Plo. Plo gets surprise-amusement-happy in the force. "Buir, we were hoping you might stop by," Boost says brightly.

Plo walks over sitting next to Wolffe. "How are we boys?" he asks gently.

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They were all chatting for a few hours, when Wolffe fell asleep, his head falling on Plo's shoulder. "Sinker, call Med down to change his bacta patch," Plo quietly tells Sinker, knowing that Med has put Wolffe under his care.

"He gave me some stuff, so I don't have to, buir," Sinker tells him quietly as well while gently moving Wolffe.

When he finishes they all settle down to quietly enjoy each other's company.

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Plo Koon Week 2025

@plokoonweek it’s still the 19th somewhere? (Just not for me) but here we have another short yet sweet drabble!!

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Day 6- Family

Since the day Plo had found Ahsoka, she’d taken quite a liking to him. Of course she obediently stayed with her crèche when need be, and then went to her classes (most of the time) when she was old enough for those.

Yet it never stopped her from visiting him. A grin on her face and a cheerful smile.

Plo didn’t remember his family, and nor would Ahsoka most likely. As so many Jedi wouldn’t. And He suspected due to their closeness, the council would never allow Ahsoka as his padawan (when she came of age).

Yet they had a bond nonetheless.

Because when she sat on his floor, cross-legged and rambling on about her day, Plo couldn’t help the swell of love and adoration he had for this child.

No, they wouldn’t know their biological families. But they knew each other just as deeply and lovingly as any family should.

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Write about Plo Koon without mentioning Ahsoka impossible challenge (your honor I just love them and their relationship so much!!)

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