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cloneloverrrrr · 2 years ago

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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ⠀

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ( 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ) ☁️⠀

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 , 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 & 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱!🥰⠀

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So the morning has finally come you think as you stare into the large brightly lit mirror in the fresher, taking your last sip of caf, you finish straightening out your cream silk blouse, apply the last layer of clear gloss ensuring your makeup is perfect but not over done finally you squirt out some of your favourite floral perfume slick your long black wavy hair into a high pony tail and your good to go, as you hail the speeder cab outside your high rise apartment the nerves begin to set in , not because of your job you've been doing this for a couple of years now, although most people thought you were too young but your father also works within the Senate so you branching into part of the GAR doesn't come at a surprise, you are part of the fight to give the clones more rights and fair treatment. ⠀

Several thoughts ran through your mind 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 , 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲⠀

Yes you knew you'd be working with the 104th and you heard he can be a little rough⠀

You come to an abrupt halt outside the barracks of the GAR to be greeted by the gentle Master Plo Koon "Koh-to-yah Senator Lontac , we are so pleased you will be joining us" "Koh-to-yah Master Plo Koon, Im very pleased to be here" you say back with a soft smile and your pretty sure you could see the Kel Dor smiling back at you under his mask. ⠀

As he leads you down through the barracks to the Venator-class Destroyer , one man sticks out in the group of clones, his distinctive grey and white armour you catch him remove his helmet and all you can think of is how handsome this man is , the scar running down his face just adding to the fire building up inside you, the Jedi Master leads you over to the group of troopers who all immediately address you , which you beam them a big smile and nod⠀

"Commander Wolffe I would like you to meet Senator Crystal Lontac, she will be joining you on your relief mission to Aleen and then will be spending several rotations with the 104th before we head back to Coruscant, I trust you will treat her well. Forgive me I must take my leave" ⠀

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"Sir, Yes Sir!" Wolffe says cooly as the Jedi Master wanders off further into the Barracks...⠀

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"Nice to meet you Commander Wolffe, I have heard many good things about you and the 104th" you say through a nervous kinda gritty smile... ⠀

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To your shock he eye rolls you and lets out a small grunt⠀

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 ⠀

finally after a few moments silence you hear "We must head to the Bridge , I am awaiting contact from Senator Amidala and Master Yoda so if you'd like to follow me... Senator" if someones tone of voice could kill the award would go to Commander Wolffe right now.⠀

As you follow the Commander each trooper who walks past greets you professionally and with respect and to each one you flash your famous smile yours twinkle each time, finally you both reach the bridge as you are standing a few feet away from Commander Wolffe 3 troopers come upto you ⠀

"Nice to meet you Senator Lontac, my names Boost" "Im Sinker" "Im Comet" they took you by surprise as each clone removed his helmet 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲.... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 ⠀

"Nice to meet you all, Im so glad you've all welcomed me , I know we will all be working close together" from the corner of your line of sight you catch the Commander looking you up and down then his eyes suddenly glare at Boost... ⠀

"We have never worked with such a pretty Senator , Ill look after you" Boost says with a little wink, this makes you blush ever so slightly ⠀

"TROOPERS begin landing procedures immediately" ⠀

"SIR YES SIR" all 3 of them said in sync ⠀

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"Senator you will be travelling in my gun ship so follow me" the most rudest tone you'd ever heard in your life⠀

As you both approach the elevator Wolffe enters first with you following behind a stony silence fills the small compact space until a few floors down several shinys enter in at such speed you get knocked back into Wolffe, your curvy ass pushes right into his codpiece , you feel two large gloved hands grip your waist to keep you steady.⠀

The Commander seems to hold you for longer than needed but deep down your not complaining, its only until several voices fill the small space with " Sorry pardon us Senator" you feel Wolffes hands tear away from you. ⠀

Letting out a small clearing of your throat this long awkward elevator ride comes to an end and you find yourself walking in the main hanger towards to the gun ships. ⠀

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A little chirping noise breaks your chain of thoughts " Hello R2D2 , hello C3PO nice to see you both again!" With that Wolffe comes up behind you and forcefully shoved C3PO onto a crate and all you can hear is " you think this is rough? wait till we get to the surface" you couldn't help but think how sexy that sounded⠀

𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆 again all you can feel is this fire / butterflies building up inside you. Not realising Commander Wolffe was behind you so close you could feel the cold armour rubbing against the thin layer of fabric your clothes provided, knowing inside you shouldn't do this you let your slender fingers gently ghost across his thigh only for a moment or so, and maker even though his helmet was on you knew his eye were gazing into you, you enjoyed it.... ⠀

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Landing onto the planet Aleen was smooth, Warthog is a good and skilled pilot, as soon as you touched down you, Commander Wolfee, R2D2 & C3PO are greeted by the Aleena so Wolffe explains to his troopers what he wants them to do "SIR YES SIR" ⠀

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"So cyar’ika why dont you follow me and we can get started on those reports" Boost says cheekily gently touching your shoulder⠀

"Oh Boost you know I am not your cyar’ika - however yes lets get started on those reports shall we?" this came out alot more flirtier than you meant but you followed Boost over to a nearby hut and started on the Holopad getting your daily reports completed. A good hour must of gone by and you were so into the conversation yourself and Boost where having you did not notice the Commander storming over shooting daggers over to Boost ⠀

"TROOPER did I not give orders you were to find those blasted droids!?" ⠀⠀

"errr... sorry Commander I was helping the Senator with her reports" ⠀⠀

"Well dont, she does not require you to assist her with anything" this was probably the coldest tone you heard coming from his mouth and for some reason it hurt ⠀

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"Take Sinker and Comet find those droids and ensure the communications are back up and running NOW" ⠀

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"SIR YES SIR"⠀

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The atomosphere between you and the Commander was not pleasant lets put it that way, with a small tear creeping up in the corner of your eye you turn to face away from him and begin to walk away...⠀

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"I am not finished with you Senator, I want a full detailed report of the progress on this mission as-well as the treatment of my men and your thoughts , think you can handle that?" ⠀

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𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗢𝗛 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀⠀

feeling a slight rage you get closer to the Commander and look directly in his eyes, his tall broad body towering over your 5"5 height ⠀

"Yes Commander this will be done, and if I couldn't handle it why am I here?" you spit out at him and turn to walk away. ⠀

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A few hours later back on board the Cruiser sat in your new temporary office you continue to tap away at the Holopad diving into detail ready to have this completed for the Commander when you hear a small knock ⠀

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"its open.."⠀

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"Hello Senator fancy joining us for some food?" A curious Boost pops his head through the door "come on I bet your hungry" you hear Sinker in the background "if you don't eat the Senate will think we aren't treating you fairly" laughs Comet ⠀

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"ok ok boys I'm coming, lead the way!"⠀

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Once you Boost, Sinker and Comet are sat down eating chatting and laughing away you see the Commander making his way over.... ⠀

"Senator Lontac please come to my office we have some things to discuss with your reports" but this time his tone was not sarcastic or cold it was just monotone no feeling to it, and for some reason that riled you up further. ⠀

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"Can this not wait Commander? I have already sent you a copy of my report and all.."⠀

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"My office now"⠀

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you slammed your fists down on the table get up and walk towards Commander Wolffe you can hear Boost, Sinker & Comet in the background snickering. ⠀

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Wolffe leads you to his office and ushers you to sit down next to him... ⠀

"I just wanted to know if you needed my input or any help with the reports Senator" this was the first time you ever heard a more softer tone from the grumpy Commander ⠀

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"No Commander Wolffe I have everything under control.... and its Crystal... not Senator" you say as you look over to him under those long lashes, your full lips slightly parted⠀

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"If we are ditching the professional titles... its just Wolffe" again so softly spoken you cant help but feel that burning heat rise inside you, a small tingle between your legs. But boy oh boy you could feel the sexual tension rising before you could do anything Wolffe placed his hand above your knee slowly working his way up, his touch so soft it sent shivers down your spine, suddenly within a flash of a second he has pulled you onto him and your straddling his hips, the cool of his armour feels so good against your body. ⠀

He is gripping has hands onto your tiny waist harder your almost grinding on his codpiece the gentlest breathy moan escapes your pouty lips, your so sure you could hear Wolffe growl.... but as quickly as he pulled you onto him he ushers you off him. ⠀

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Quickly composing yourself feeling those damn tears again your face blushing uncontrollably you make a dash for it out of his office, not stopping until you reach your own private quarters. ⠀

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Behind your closed door the tears stream down your face⠀

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 ? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 ? ⠀

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Those thoughts take hours to leave your mind before you drift off into a peaceful sleep. ⠀

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𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀⠀

𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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Wolffe lays in bed clenching his fists to his sides the image of your pretty face never leaving his mind. ⠀

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𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥.....

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haven-is-happy · 1 year ago

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How Battle Changes: Forgiveness

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dogma x Jedi!reader, platonic Wolfpack,

Chapter description: You deal with the immediate aftermath of Umbara and make a decision that alters many lives

Warnings: unhealthy eating habits, reader has very little mental health stability, Umbara, chip arc doesn't happen for reasons in plot, mentions of decommissioning and death

Wordcount: 2 k

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Jedi attuned to the living force could see auras. People’s emotions manifested into the force around them, seeping into the air. You learned about colours, what they mean, and the blanks where colours unseen to the human eye mesh with the seen ones. Aura readers were often quick to rise to Jedi Council members for their ability to see lies and emotions when difficult choices were being made.

You remember reading of aura readers and interpreters as a youngling in the temple library. Madam Nu was ecstatic to have a curious child such as you exploring the library as soon as you could read.

You felt respected because of this ability.

That was before the war.

Afterwards, you learned to turn it off more and more. The overwhelming presence of black, death, was weighing you down and drowning you in an ocean of your own creation.

It’s the middle of the night when you receive the news.

You are hurried into your former master’s chamber by Comet and Sinker and sat across from him on a meditation pillow on the ground. Being woken up by a wide-eyed Wolffe when your chrono reads 2:04 AM, nearly carried out of the men’s barracks to the Jedi Temple under disguise without so much as a single reason why is frightening.

Both leave the room and let the door slide shut automatically behind him. But before it does, you hear a shaky exhale.

You shudder at what kind of news you are about to receive that it leaves them in this state.

“Master Plo?” you squeak out. The Kel Dor has no expression, the tox mask doesn’t allow it.

“At 11:47 PM I was summoned into the Jedi Council chamber with urgent news. The Council members forbade me from comming you or saying anything until the session came to an end fifteen minutes ago.” The voice in which he starts explaining runs a chill down your spine. This tone has only been used once in your life.

The battle in the Abregado system.

“Pong Krell, a revered Jedi Master, has betrayed the Republic and the Jedi Order by giving battle plans about the current siege on the planet Umbara to the Separatists. He has pitted two of the battalions under his command against each other with orders that the other is made of droids wearing clone armour.”

Your head starts spinning. Umbara. That’s where 501st are fighting now.

That’s where Dogma, the second half of your heart, is.

“He has accused two clones of treason and nearly had them executed, before being executed himself by a rogue clone trooper.”

It feels like you’re having a heart attack. Your throat hurts, your stomach swallows itself whole and every muscle in your hands goes haywire.

You don’t even have to ask the question. Your former master, the closest thing you have to a father, already knows. You don’t know whether Wolffe told him when you and Dogma grew closer or if he figured it out on his own, and you don’t care.

“Clone trooper Dogma is the one who executed him.”

The next thing you remember is happening several days later. You’re looking at a mirror in the bathroom adjacent to the Jedi Council room.

Your eye bags stretch to your cheeks. Your eyes look ghostly and dead, yet still hold unbeatable determination. You don’t remember how you got where you are, but you’re holding a paper filled with miniscule handwriting.

YOUR handwriting.

You search your mind but there is only black. A pharmacist tells you several days later that you’ve experienced stress-induced memory loss.

Dogma is on trial for treason, and general Skywalker, commander Tano and general Kenobi are supposed to be character witnesses for the 501st and 212th. You’re here because you can determine if he’s lying, based on the changes and colours of his aura.

You throw up quietly into the sink. It’s mainly stomach acid.

You haven’t eaten in days.

By the time you’re called to the stand, the paper you have written is wrinkled and damp with sweat.

You let it flow to the ground the second you lay eyes upon Dogma. The light of your life, your other half. Handcuffed at a public trial for shooting down the man who orchestrated the deaths of thousands of his brothers.

No one in this room but you, Wolffe, Rex and Plo know about the relationship.

“Now, we call to the stand Jedi Knight (Y/N) (L/N), an aura reader,” says the speaker with a powerful voice.

You step up and look at the people on trial. Fives, Jesse and Dogma.

A single glance on the jury makes you shudder. Jedi Council members and several non-jedi Admirals and Governor-generals.

“We ask you to tell us the truth and only the truth, for the sanctity…” the speaker drones on, but you stop listening after the first sentence. The three look so pale and scared…

“-now, swear under the oath of the Republic, Jedi Knight (L/N).” The very last sentence rings clear in your mind.

You resist the urge to bark out a laugh. Jedi having to swear under the Republic, having to go to court and interrogate witnesses- and potential criminals.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

“I swear.”

The speaker looks to you and nods. He opens a datapad, but it’s too far away for you to see anything.

“We will now ask the accused a series of questions and you are required to tell us if his baseline colour changes.”

“I understand.”

You repeat everything back like a robot. ‘Colour remains unchanged, colour shifted towards warmer tones, the accused is telling the truth…’

It all blends together. All you see is Dogma’s face, refusing to look at you to not arouse suspicion, eyes burning into a spot on the ground. He only answers with a curt ‘yes’ or ‘no’ here and there, as the speaker walks them through the timeline of the Umbaran battles. Towards the end, the questions start leaning towards more psychological purposes.

You know the speaker is about to ask the final question. You know exactly what that question is going to be.

Your voice cuts through the monotone questioning like a lightsaber and rings into the expansive chamber, housing hundreds of witnesses to the trial.

“Don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did.”

The speaker looks taken aback as you hold his gaze with a glare of steel. Out of your peripheral vision, you see all three troopers snap their heads towards you and you hear one of them gasp. You know it’s Dogma.

“I beg your pardon, Jedi Knight (L/N)?” the speaker sounds offended. You know that he should have no stakes in a trial like this and be impartial, but the further the questioning went the more his aura showed reddened and yellowed hues. Anger, want for justice, passion.

He was enjoying this.

“I said, don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did. If you had executed a separatist spy, nobody would care. The trial is only happening because the person behind the blaster was a clone!” you snarl out. The speaker flinches as if slapped and his aura flares up with red and grey. Anger and fear.

“If it came out today that a respected senator had been feeding civilians to the separatist forces, the traitor would be executed and the person who did it would be seen as a hero. Hell, if I had killed Krell, I would be PRAISED, while they have to BEG for forgiveness!” you practically scream out.

You turn away from the speaker into the crowd, pointing an accusatory finger. You deliberately avoid eye contact with the clones to alleviate any suspicion of your intent. As much as you want to scream into the world that you want to marry him and run away, you know it wouldn’t do him any good. He would be executed and you would be dismissed from the order.

“Look at you, people demanding justice for the general! So quick to dismiss the clones’ humanity! They fight for you, they are the reason you can go sleep in your beds every night and enjoy living in the Republic!”

In the corner of your eye in the security of the court, you see a single Coruscant guard soldier move, as if to stop you from speaking further for inappropriate behaviour, but another guard puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“There were times when a Jedi doing this would be seen as a much bigger problem. How did the system manage to not see it sooner? How did we fail at raising him? BUT NOW, now we just put our head in our hands and cry, because they were always bound to be traitors! The whole system is FUCKED if our PEACEKEEPERS are GENERALS! Jedi Padawans as young as THIRTEEN are sent to command on a battlefield.”

You are completely numb on the surface, but the rage threatens to snap out like a stretched rope.

“I LOVED being a Jedi! But this war has soured all this for me, and for many others. So many Jedi Commanders and Generals want to end the war and yet it continues, only to fill the pockets of the ones trading OUR FUCKING LIVES!”

Almost three years of war have torn down any gentle feeling you might have towards the galaxy.

Your lip trembles. A single sweep over the chamber gives you a look at all the cameras pointed at you, no doubt streaming your ghastly face to billions of people on the holonet. Fives looks astonished with his bound hands against his chest. Jesse’s eyes are wide and even from this distance you can see his whole body shaking.

You don’t even want to glance at Dogma. You might break.

You look at the audience, seething.

“I know the sentence the clone troopers would have gotten. ARC-Trooper Jesse and ARC-Trooper Fives would be demoted to Kamino and reconditioned. Clone Trooper Dogma would be decommissioned as an example.”

You stretch your hands and make a show of spinning around, showing your sick appearance to the public eye.

“So rejoice people, as you execute THE HEROES of this story. But let me tell you something.”

There are numerous Kamino representatives in the crowd and in the jury. You know exactly where to look.

“If anything nefarious were to happen to these three troopers, I will never stop being your problem,” you scoff very loudly, over-exaggerated, and bare your teeth in a snarl, “but you probably don’t even think it’s worth it, because what’s three more clones out of commission.”

In the seated journalists from the public, you spot the chancellor in his formal attire, outside his official robes.

The rope snaps.

You take your lightsaber out of your belt loop. The Coruscant guard soldiers start moving the second the weapon is brought into the play, even if they agree with your rage-filled accusations towards the public.

Holding it in hand is a familiar feeling. You toss it in the air once, as if to figure out its weight for show, and then you throw it toward the Jedi Council in the jury in a beautiful arc that lands it directly into the hand Mace Windu stretches out to catch.

“Now I will be your monster no longer. I will walk out of this chamber a free person, and so will they.”

—

After the trial has ended and the media has been sent into a frenzy, the Chancellor retires to his living quarters.

Under the guise of the night, he opens a secure comm channel. His robe is thrown over his face, leaving him shrouded in the same darkness that surrounds him in the Force.

The moving image of Count Dooku immediately picks up.

"I believe we have found ourselves another Inquisitor. They have made quite the enemy of the Kaminoans today. We have to employ some protective measures."

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#star wars #star wars x reader #the clone wars #tcw dogma #clone trooper dogma #dogma x reader #clone wars x reader #clone x reader bingo

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sofir-kefir · 1 year ago

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@dukeoftheblackstar get it, sign it. Wolf's inept massage. Inspiration: my sore back

Plo Kun took a deep breath and with pleasure heard the door to his makeshift chambers close. He stood with his eyes closed, swaying slightly for a minute or more. A few long-awaited hours of sleep are so close. We just need to wait for the commander to give him a report. After that, the Jedi will be completely his own. After stretching his shoulders a little, Kel Dor went inside the room. There was a small blockage on the table, Po grunted under the mask. Tivocca would have looked at him with a look full of sarcasm and irony about his desktop. His teacher always liked order, although his hair could be found all over the room and even in the clothes of Plo himself. Deciding that it was not worth giving such pleasant memories, the master began to disassemble various daapads and maps. He accidentally touched one with his hand and it fell to the floor. Plo shook his head, saying: "he became completely absent-minded and unassembled." The Magister bent down taking the daapad. When he straightened up, he felt an unpleasant and painful click in his back. The Jedi froze, listening to his feelings and how the pain slowly spread to his lower back and lower back.

"You're getting old, my friend..." Kuhn muttered and slowly straightened up. He rubbed his lower back, but it didn't stop hurting, as if reproaching him for a lot of work. There was a discreet knock on the door. Plo Kun didn't even notice that Wolf had already arrived. The commander gave him a report and reported on the wounded and killed. This time there were not so many of them, but they were.

- thank you for your help, the commander-magister put the report on the table and then, after a little hesitation, shifted it away from the edge so as not to fall for sure.

- you're welcome, General- Wolf was laconic but observant. And he saw that something was wrong with General Plo. But what exactly he hasn't figured out yet.

- Wolf, I wanted to ask...- Kun hesitated a little, making sure of the correctness of his decision, - could you deliver food to the forest sector yourself?

"is something wrong, General?"- Wolf suggested that the Jedi was being called somewhere or that he would lead another operation. But then why didn't he say anything?

- unfortunately, I will have to take more time off than I planned.

"are you hurt, sir?" The clone immediately became alert. And suddenly the general got hurt and he didn't even notice. How could he be so negligent about his Jedi!?

- I'm a whole Wolf. My years are already making themselves felt and I have some problems with my back.

- does it hurt? Wolff immediately searched his memory and fished out the general's age. He mentally slapped his forehead and made a note that he needed to find out the maximum age of the kel-dor.

- you know everything for me.

- maybe you need to see a doctor?

"I don't think it's serious enough to tear Tapa away from the wounded," Plo Kun tried to calm the commander. The last thing he wanted was for his Wolf to worry about him during the assignment.

Wolf was a little confused, he did not want the general to suffer with such a problem and was looking for a solution.

.. What if I get a massage?, -Wolf felt excited about such an idea.:- I... I once read that it helps with pain and fatigue... If you allow me, I could...

Plo Kun was pleasantly surprised by such a small initiative of a soldier. He also saw that he was worried about his idea and wanted to help.

- what should I do?- the magister tried to be as kind and calm as possible to calm the commander and support his initiatives.

- em... Take off your outer clothes and ... lie down on your stomach," Wolf was a little confused that the general did not refuse his offer. The clone took a deep breath calming his excitement, it was the first time for them. The fighter thought that the first massage was like the first sex. He was looking at the table so as not to look at the general undressing. To Wolf, this moment seemed too intimate and personal for him to be allowed to see this. And here the general not only unquestioningly fulfilled his request, but also allows him to help.

- Wolf

And what if he does something wrong will hurt the general even more. Of course, he will not be offended and will claim that everything is fine, but his conscience will get stuck and he will be terribly ashamed.

- Wolf?

And how to do a massage... Stand next to or... Maybe... He saw one girl doing a massage sitting on the guy's lower back... But he will crush the general under him

-Wolf!

The Commander flinched when the general's clawed hand touched his shoulder

- I'm sorry, sir, I was... just thinking

No one would ever say that the commander of the 104th battalion, a fearless clone and a wonderful fighter .... Is afraid to break his general. Seriously, he was already quite thin, but now without the robes he seemed quite fragile. What's there to hurt!? For the first time, Wolf was able to see his Jedi without robes. Long and toned legs, a strong but rather thin loin and a back with shoulders. Wolf decided to remember how his back hurt and in what places. Only the patient will understand the patient, right?

Plo Kun was lying on his stomach, he felt his relaxed muscles ache and, in principle, they could just lie down, but since the commander wanted to take care of him, the Jedi did not deprive him of such entertainment.

- if it hurts, tell me sir.

- All right, Wolf.

Massage can be different, and KK-3636 invented an improvised massage today. It was the first time he had touched the General's skin like this. Inhaling, he decided to prepare himself and the Jedi a little, since they gave him freedom of action, he needed to use it. Wolff began stroking the general's back. To his great joy, he tried to be relaxed. Stroking slowly turned into rubbing and pressing. Wolf didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but Plo Kun hadn't complained yet. Very slowly, the movements became bolder and more often hit the spot. The clone was discovering a new sensation of warming skin under his hands. Gradually, the Jedi's breathing became smoother and quieter, and Wolf was getting excited. He liked doing it. A strange hobby for a commander and a clone in general. Accidentally glancing at his watch, Wolf discovered that he had been doing this for half an hour. A little embarrassed, he took his hands away.

- I'm done General

No response

- General?

Silence. Wolf began to worry. He listened to his breathing and was stunned. Looks like the Jedi fell asleep. It was very touching, but there were still things to do. Having sheltered the General, Wolf left him with a slight smile. A little later, he sent a message to the Jedi's comm wishing him a good night's sleep. Wolf also wrote to the general to rest, they will do everything for his peace and tranquility.

#plo koon #star wars #fanfic #commander wolffe

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plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows · 2 years ago

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i did put that plo&wolffe dialogue through my kel dor conlang. I need to do more of that, it was fun. :D

[Wolffe] kyaan de me’tvakalpa diya. maakedi ka kon’nadiya ditta tya, sir.

[Plo] angiriya ge, commander. ke orodi le.

vocab notes⸻

kyaan ᅳ shortening of nakyaan, a determiner meaning 'this person'. kyaan could mean 'this guy' in a more polite sentence, but the vibe here is more like, 'this fucker right here'. Used with the de directional particle - in keldeorinyaa you have feelings 'at' people.

me'tvakalpa diya ᅳ tvakalpa broadly means disliking, dissatisfaction. diya is the strong speech version of verb di, to do. Wolffe has emphasised the strength of his dislike by prefixing the verb phrase with me', ie. modifying for vek sadinan - the noun class for shit.

maakedi ka ᅳ more or less 'as soon as possible'; maakedi is 'soon' and ka is the possibility/capability mood particle.

kon'nadiya ditta tya ᅳ kon'nadi is a shortening of kon de nadi, 'to go away'; nadiya is the strong-speech form of nadi. Strong speech verbs need an extra copula to conjugate them for tense, hence ditta (future certain). tya is the desirability mood particle; Wolffe is saying here that he wants to get the fuck out ASAP.

angiriya ge ᅳ angiri is to have a practical sort of faith, to trust in someone to get the job done; it's also used as here to be patient and have faith that all boring jobs will come to an end eventually. angiriya is the strong speech version, to match Wolffe's vibe, and ge is the command/imperative mood particle; Plo is giving a very gentle order lol.

ke orodi le ᅳ roughly 'It's not just you', or 'you're not alone'; used to express sympathy and/or comradeship.

Wolffe's speech is quite informal and heavy on the strong speech, because he's very close to Plo and is enjoying having the ability to express it without getting Disapproved At by other natborns. Plo's speech is a little less so, because he's careful to follow Wolffe's lead on this and also because there's less opportunity for strong speech in what he's saying. He could have used the strong pronoun instead of the neutral in ke orodi le, but tatva just doesn't flow as well as ke lmao.

*commander and sir remain untranslated, because the keldeorinyaa terms that used to be equivalents for military titles are now horrible insults.

#kel dor conlang

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dukeoftheblackstar · 7 months ago

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Firstly, big thanks to @justalittletomato for always tagging me ♥. I do check the Plo Koon tags religiously, but I have been dealing with a recent break up and make up that's just gotten me forgetting things. The reminder notifs helps so much ♥.

Now.. Ahem!

@fresh-orange-whispers

This is making me incredibly soft and weepy. Mainly because of the whole vibe and how in spite of him being armed, you still manage to pull off his softer side and I just think it's very important.

The warm tones from the (3) background arches that compliment his robe and skin tone, but not quite blending doesn't bury him as the focal point of the whole piece. Even the (1) beige-like background of the Jedi Council crest is very uncommon, but such a nice touch.

(5) the bricks/blocks aren't full-on white which is such neutralizes what could have been a dry look, the (4) fill a palette or two shy from ivory is such so decadent ;//////////;

And the plants and flowers accent has that hushed ethereal vibe happening and I'm just so at awe at how gorgeous they look!

I appreciate the symmetry of the ones at the top from being flipped and the fullness of the ones at the bottom ♥♥♥

I'm in love with the indents and folds that show where the next layer of fabric begins and move! Not forgetting those little pockets where the sleeve curve to the other side always gets me because they're so darn cute ;///////;

The little blotches of zigzag lines gives the fabric that nice build! Like a body of sorts that you know would do a dip or bend with the very moment of his wrists or arms! In one case, the shift of his shoulder on the further upper right ♥

Excuse me while I cry because you kept the hilt true.

The urge to make this un-very wholesome is mighty high. I can always just say how direly I need those fingers wrapped around my neck and those godly talons just sink in deep, but because this is such a remarkable piece of elegance, I will ✨ Refrain ✨

I'm very on-brand with how you made the armored talon really thicker compared to his actual nails because it highlights the distinction and adds a bit of a boost on their purpose. I also adore how they extend a little higher up his fingers and is so comfortably situated or embedded into his finger.

I also appreciate the consistency of the skin pattern down to his hands because it's often forgotten ♥. I kiss them. Kiss kiss kiss all of every one of them ♥

And now, sigh. My exceptionally stunning and breathtaking husband's face and his equally delicious stannic respirator that I just has me in such a chokehold, I will never love another as much as I adore Plo ♥.

Just look at him. Look at that handsome daddy. Daddy of my unborn children. Daddy of my life. And because of such, I will not draw over his face to gush about it!

I've noticed you added more definition to his mask and softened the tightness compared to your previous work. By tightness, I mean how it's snugged firmly against his skin. I like that, I genuinely do.

I also love how you kept the details on his protective eye goggles. The mesh is a must! And the the extra lining on the groove of his mask really highlights the intricate design — which is a very big part of Kel Dors since the way their masks are designed are meld respective from their kin and lineage.

The shade you chose for the mask is also on point because it doesn't give off that brand new look but it does give a bit of a wear and tear feel, but still somewhat pristine with how it obviously requires upkeep and care due to its purpose.

The length of his tusks are just perfect and the way the flesh from his sensory organs descends to meet and slip into the stannic sheathes are just an absolute delight.

This is also become a particular favorite of mine because it gives off certain nuances of his mask that just gives off a bit of background (for me). I'm assuming these are to secure the movement of his tusks without it being strenuous on him or how it must serve a purpose to keep them snug inside.

Over all, I'm just blown away with these Plo Koon art that has blessed my dash with such grace and reverence that I just want him to absolutely ruin me tf to oblivion ;///////////////;

I love you, thank you for another banger of treat for us Kel Dor / Plo Koon fans ♥

Just do it!

Yes, my hand hurts.

No, I don't regret anything.

#plo koon #these are just divine #;/////////;

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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago

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WIP Sunday

Okay, this is just a pathetic offering, I seriously considered just skipping it all together. Writers block + being plagued with a migraine for most of the day has not left me very productive. So you get a short scene today. Which....eh it happens sometimes. Obligatory warning about story spoilers and this being the roughest of unedited drafts etc.

After his discussion with Arla, Jaster retreated to his quarters to ponder over Walon’s advice of asking the Jedi of all people for a reputable suggestion on who they might be able to contact that might be willing to assist them with negotiating a fair contract and who was willing to go against powerful conglomerates like the Trade Federation.

A part of him felt like they’d already involved the Jedi far too much in their problems between Jango’s earlier medical treatment and now the Jedi Healer who was assisting Arla. Admittedly those could be considered more personal favors rather than an open request from the Mandalore system for Jedi assistance but it still set him on edge even considering it.

He trusted Plo implicitly, but there was a major difference between asking his lover for advice on a personal matter versus in an official capacity as Mand’alor.

And realistically, he would probably need to put said request in through proper channels though eventually, Jaster conceded even asking Plo for his advice on whether this was something the Jedi could even help with couldn’t hurt. Surely that wouldn’t compromise the careful separation they tried to keep between their duties and personal lives?

After mulling over things, he settled into a chair near the window, pulled out his comm unit, and dialed Plo’s comm code. The Kel Dor was a little delayed in answering, and when he did pick up, he sounded somewhat out of breath.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Jaster asked, a little concerned.

“Not particularly, I was doing some saber exercises with Tyvokka but we were just about to call it quits anyway.”

He thought he might have heard the Wookie’s familiar yodeling vocalization in the background.

“Tyvokka says hello as well.” Amusement colored Plo’s words.

“Give him my regards.”

“I will, but I sense this isn’t just a social call. Is everything alright?”

“It could be!” Jaster protested somewhat weakly.

“I mentioned saber training and you didn’t make a single suggestive comment; something is clearly on your mind.” The Kel Dor pointed out with flawless reasoning, and Jaster found himself incapable of refuting it.

“Alright, fine. You win; I did want to ask your advice about something in an official capacity as a Jedi.”

“Is this a conversation we should have in person?”

“That…might not be a bad idea. Would you mind coming here? Depending on how it goes, I might want you to talk with Kryze and the others.”

“Of course not.” Once more, Jaster could hear the sound of Tyvokka in the background. “Would you object to Tyvokka’s presence?”

His knee-jerk instinct was to say no, but then Jaster recalled the Wookie’s long life span and realized he might be a fount of untapped wisdom. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Very well, give us some time to clean ourselves up, and we will be there presently.”

“I’ll see you then, ner kar'ta.”

“You as well, Jaster.” With that, the Jedi severed the connection. After a long moment of consideration, Jaster climbed to his feet and sought out Myles. They had a lot to discuss before the Jedi showed up.

#wip sunday #el writes #barely

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veny-many · 1 year ago

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I got an idea that Plo undercovering to clone slavery market place with Wolffe because I wanted.

Jedi Order had received worrying news that many Clone troopers are lost in underworld, and some body of them found in sewer, with the evidence of many abuse and torture.

Jedi suspected Clone abduction and slavery, but it was not easy to find any clue of the criminals, and yet numbers of the victims is rising everyday.

Plo Koon was one of the Jedi who was tasked to track down the slavery, and he was so concerned about abducted Clones, since he had many experience about trafficking and slavery from the time when he was working as a seeker. Jedi knew he had experience, and slightly not-so-concerned about him.

Plo: I will serve the Order, Masters.(quietly leaves room)

Mace: ...He will going to use that lightning.

Obi-wan: What lightning?

Yoda: Strong assurance, indeed I have.

Of course the tracking of the slavery was not easy task. They ran away fast, and performed act quickly. With no evidence or clue.

One day, Wolffe talked to Plo, about the new plan he made for hunting.

Wolffe: General, I want to propose you to undercover the role as a slaver.

Plo: I am not satisfied about the plan, but there's no time for more consideration.

Wolffe: Thank you sir. Don't worry, I will be by your side as a slave.

Plo: No need to thank wait what!?

Wolffe plan is like this: Him, as a lost clone, will be sold to slavery, and Plo will act as a slaver who abducted Clone and want to sell him. Since Clones all have same faces, and Kel-Dor are not easy to tell apart by their appearance for other sentients, it sill be easy to undercover without suspect.

Plo of course horrified by the plan. He didn't wanted to act as a criminal, but if that's a duty he will, but letting his man to be abducted to criminals? He tried to convince Wolffe, but he was so determined for his brothers.

Wolffe: I know it is very difficult and disturbing role for you, General. And I am deeply sorry for proposing this.

Plo: There should be other way-

Wolffe: But the troopers were missing in every day, even in our battalion had a missing brothers, we don't even know if he is still alive or dead, or worse.

Wolffe: I want to make sure for my troopers to be safe. At least safe from one thing, the thing that no other than Jedi had concerned about. Please General, if this succeeds, we can make great progress for the hunting.

Plo: ...

Comet: (suddenly appeared) But why you, Commander? We are Clones too, it is too risky to let you go when there's a risk about losing Clone Commander.

Boost: Yes, we can go there, you don't have too...

Wolffe: No.

Sinker: But...

Wolffe: No. Never. I would not let my mans to go in danger under my command.

Plo: (heart broken in million pieces and still calmly collecting them) I will make sure you will be safe, Wolffe.

...and how do I end this... um...

So... few days later, there was a sudden lightning in underworld's sewer, and some fried(but alive) slavers founded, Corries arrested them(with some punches), and many lost Clones came back to their brothers, and Wolffe never shut down his mouth while he was proudly announcing Fox(having headaches) about how his General awesomely took care of those assholes with bare hand and lightning, in the bedside he was recovering from abuse of slavery.

Plo calmly explained about the act at the sewer, with no regrets, and Councils were like "yes we knew you would fry them, you had history"

And Wolffe got banned from cookie store in 104th battalion's kitchen because of his reckless plan and making his brothers worried.

Wolffe: I found our brothers and this is how you treating me!?

Comet: Yes. I would never forgive you for making us worried.

Boost: And all of the cookies will be mine. Yummy!

Sinker: Hey, give me that jar Boost!

Wildfire: Cookies? COOKIES!!

Warthog: MINE MINE MINE

Wolffe: (witnessing his brothers' mess at kitchen with headache by the number)

Plo: (making notes about getting troopers more cookies)

#star wars #the clone wars #plo koon #commander wolffe #104th battalion #my drawing

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dukeoftheblackstar · 2 years ago

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Mantis!

That, I am — was — maybe sometimes because it really depends ;//////////////; If it means I get to eat Plo and all the Kel Dors, yes. Mantis 24/7. Will repopulate Dorin and devour them aliens.

L I T E R A L L Y .

Now, moth ♥

Moth because:

It me. Precious, scared, little moth that very much likes to kiss Plo's mask ♥ I am very frightened and soft ♥

But you know, big daddy Plo can suffer my toxicity and get eaten ♥ Why? Because:

Reason (1)

Reason (2)

Reason (3)

But all in all, I am very fascinated by Kel Dors in general. I love them. Love them to bits. Idk if it's because I'm fascinated by sages, wizards, old men with arcane knowledge and capabilities, or the sheer amount of drama in their culture that's really got me hooked. Or it could be just Plo Koon, but I'm thinking he's a big part of it and it just branched out like vines ♥

And then there's regal formality.

Plo's very poised and elegant, which I really love. He's also quiet and wise, very dad-shaped, very bro-shaped, and has a wild sense of justice and wonder. He's also a devout to knowledge which is hella hot e////////////e

Wanna pick his brains as much as I wanna fuck it off his head because imagine all the shit he knows for being 380+ years old, a sage, a knight, a master, a physicist (essentially), has telepathic abilities so he can totally read your mind as much as he can fuck it up; bet you my life he's sensitive with a firm grip on his disposition.

And did I mention space buir goes zappity, zap zap, zap?

The desire to be casually electrocuted by Plo or any of his Baron Do sage friends is mighty high and increases everyday. Babe, you don't understand. This is the dream. My dream. Zappity, zap zap ♥

Would you not want to eat a Kel Dor? Because I would. Eat that damn planet even <:

I'm really unwell for them. I'm sorry >:

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #plo koon #the quest to devour all kel dor continues #will eat all of them #planet and all #bye dorin #♥

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dukeoftheblackstar · 1 year ago

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@frostycatblr-fandom-files

First off, I've pushed reading this for so long because I'm a picky reader in a way + the busiest of schedules lately. I've also had vision problems (I think) so I've recently stopped reading as much until I get my eyes checked. However, I have had this bookmarked on my 'to-read-post-haste' folder.

That said, apologies for the late review and the fact that this requires more than just kudos but notes and praise because this was just such a 'darling' read.

Also, sorry because this review is long and I cannot be stopped. Cheers ♥

Master Plo has decided that the best use of the day today is to do… nothing at all.

Yes. I don't even have anything coherent to say about this because the truth is too evident in this statement, all I can muster is "Yes".

The Triumphant looms imposingly above, just out of reach of the planet's atmosphere and gravitational pull.

Megapoints because my love for the Triumphant knows no bounds. Big boy absolutely did not get obliterated. Thems just be idle gossip ♥

Surely the Commander was being a little overboard about all this…

Love the whole vibe of just being so familiar with Wolffe's usual briefing that you get the hint just by some passing words within earshot or probably even reading his lips if the bucket's off.

You let him take one of the pencils to examine, noting how Master Plo takes such care with your personal property. "These were a gift to you, you said?"

By now you should know my attention is solely on Plo Koon, so excuse me if I'm reviewing bits about my husband than Wolffe. I am as sorry as I am not ♥

But yes, Plo being very curious and reverent on your personal property is so Plo. ♥ Man's perfect ♥

I'll probably be a little rusty. That's okay. Just give it a shot. Maybe I'll surprise myself.

This is so adorable though!!!

The General repeatedly invites him to have a seat and clear his mind for a moment, but he is turned down time and time again, politely but curtly. "No thank you, General Plo."

AHHHHHH. MY KINGS. I love this. You know Wolffe can't relax for a hot minute and Plo just out here not giving two fucks ♥ LOVE 'EM TO BITS!

ALSO. SCREAMING BECAUSE ALL THE BOYS BE HERE.

We got Sinker and Boost. Looking forward to see Comet come up here but doubtful you would have included my Warthog

"Am I in your way, Arcadia?" he asks, one of his eyebrows lifting just slightly with the question.

SIR. QUIT BEING SO HOT. OKAY? YOU CAN ASK QUESTIONS BUT LIKE, TONE IT DOWN. SHEESH.

The General is enjoying himself, and looks to be spending a little time with some of the other troops, showing them how to calm their minds with meditation. You heard one of the shinnies ask Master Plo about it not too long ago, and he was happy to oblige.

I know, I know. He's not the main boo in this fic. But.. dreamy sigh Plo just.. hnnng.

"Unfortunate." "Mhm…"

THE UNRELENTING SEXUAL TENSION IS SO PALPABLE AND SO SHARP, IT HAS CUT ME INTO A PLETHORA OF FROZEN GOO.

"… it does have maroon."

EXCUSE ME. EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME. I DID NOT EXPECT HURT FROM ALL OF THIS, OKAY? THERE IS SO MUCH HURT NOW. SO MUCH. HURT. LIKE HURT. IS NOT EVEN THE CORRECT WORD.

Let me just cry over the fact that this was such, as I have stated above, a 'darling' fic. We all know the boys need some wind down and when the opportunity presents itself, you just can't switch solider mode off — which was so beautifully included in here with Wolffe being overly himself, briefing the troops, and the fact that it takes him a good hot-fucking-minute before he sits his stressed ass down.

I'm also screaming at you with how you portray Sinker and Boost to be so accurate because they're pretty lax compared to Wolffe and would definitely indulge beloved, beloved, ever-present, ubiquitous Plo Koon and him just being cute AF — sorry, I am unhinged for my Kel Dor King ♥.

The overall sketch-concept and the tension you've so deliciously added between Wolffe and Arcadia is bliss for me. Absolute, please-just-kiss-but-also-angst-me-tf-up-with-your-mysterious-reserved-persona-Wolffe.

I also adore the fact that she doesn't know about the color vibe. That that simple interaction of asking about his scar wasn't so detailed and overwhelming in this fic and that 'just the right amount' of tidbit to make sense of it all is perfectly balanced. It did not give away that the ending would lead to that, it did not give a predictable assumption of sorts that 'oh, it's gonna be one of those fic', — rather, it kept the mystery in tact.

I also love how you portrayed Wolffe here because you have to write him in a way that he's not overly doting, he's not overly intimidating, and he's not overly social, but enough to indulge or at least TRY to be social with his troops.

This is one of my favorite aspects to look for when I'm reading 104th-based fics or Wolffe-based fics. I'm all for not following cannon because it's fiction, but the closer you get to making it seem canon even in the smallest of gestures, the faintest of meticulously selected words, and even the situations you put him into gives that satisfaction and implication that it was indeed Wolffe who did all that and "not the writer" — the whole "a story writes itself, the artist just did the writing' vibe.

And now for the ending.

An alternative is quietly pointed out. "… it does have maroon." Your heart hangs heavily in your rib cage knowing what you do now. You can only imagine his own heart will be heavier still. You have never seen the 104th battalion in that color of paint; only ever heard the tales of their escapades and exploits when their armor must have gleamed in that handsome and deep, warm red. But tragedy and loss has stolen the color out of their coats, and they move in shadow. Now when the Wolves run and hunt and fight, it is only in gray.

I love angst. So much so that I ship Plo to characters that would give me such a heartache that'd last a month. Be it bad or good angst, smutty, or any kind of angst because it's the comfort that comes with. The more dire you angst shit up, the greater the return is be it comfort, or just plainly seeing how it unfolds.

And in this case, the comfort or return is the understanding Wolffe more than the grumpy boy that he is. The return is having that deep reverence and new found admiration for how the boys in red became the boys in grey and the tribulations they went through; the heartaches, the heavy burden, the forced laughter and smiles they had to indulge themselves, the need to cope, the retention of sanity, the deepened bond, and the fact that this is not the end.

Not the end of strife and possibility of losing more of his men, his General (cause you know, Order 66 — which totally didn't happen <: ), all things encompassing the unknown and yet the only choice is to move forward and not abandon the now.

And in more ways than written, the only choice was to pick maroon in the absence of grey; to pick moving on in the absence of surrender.

Add that fact that all of these will be immortalized in Arcadia's sketch and @frostycatblr-fandom-files, let me just say that the entire thing is just beyond-beyond beautiful, tragic, and one of the fics that will definitely in my recommendations for anyone who'd ask.

A bajallion kudos is not enough to convey my thanks for the experience of reading this masterpiece.

Love, love ♥ - Duchess ♥ Plo Koon's Toxic Little Bitch Wife

Poets and Painters (Early Morning) - Wolffe x Reader [Mature Fic]

Warnings and Information: In desperate need of just one day to take his and his men's mind off the war, Plo Koon orders that everyone make a stop on a relatively uninhabited planet in a peaceful sector of the galaxy to… have a picnic? Just what does he have in mind? A certain flint-gray Commander is finding it hard to believe that they're just on the planet for a day of R&R in the middle of a war, so he isn't letting his guard down. Perhaps someone will help Commander Wolffe find some way to help him relax before the day is over… 2nd person POV. Reader is undescribed save for minor details like personal touches to a uniform, and has a gender-neutral alias. Allusions to canon-typical violence, mention of injury and loss, and Plo just being a dad to the 104th Battalion in the background. Swearing. Discussion of more adult themes and some lewd jokes the more the fic progresses (this is not an Explicit fic but it is Mature; Minors please DNI). Takes place on a fictional planet.

Word count: 4,390

Early Morning

It's unclear if someone perhaps made the suggestion to the General, or if he devised this idea on his own, but Master Plo has decided that the best use of the day today is to do… nothing at all. You are drifting through space in an area of the galaxy that has been seldom touched by this war. You didn't even recognize the name of the planet when you regarded the astronav aboard the bridge of the Jedi cruiser. Small, and relatively unpopulated according to what the scanners had picked up. There was hardly any record of this planet being here, in fact. It was puzzling to mostly everyone.

"Yeah, well it was the same for Big Stormy in the Jedi archives according to the General, but Kamino was still very much there…" one trooper complains to his brother in the chair beside him with an unimpressed roll of his eyes, his arms laced tightly across his broad chest. "Who's to say other planets won't show up on the kriffing maps if not a lot of people come here?" His neighbor glowers at him in warning, hissing back under his breath to shut up or he's going to distract the General.

To this, Plo Koon encourages the two young troops to settle themselves before Sergeant Sinker tells them to cut it out. "Come now, young Tack. Orchid is right, in a sense. There are perhaps even other galaxies we do not know about, or have a way to get to. This planet… Little Archossi… seems to be safe. We'll set down on the planet, away from what appears to be one of the settlements, so as not to disturb the inhabitants." Inhabitants that are assumed to be humanoid and sentient, but they have no way of making contact with them. Everyone is cautioned to not appear threatening to them should these Archossi (Archossian?) make an approach.

They would surely notice a ship of this size over their home planet.

The Triumphant looms imposingly above, just out of reach of the planet's atmosphere and gravitational pull.

Disembarking the gunships, you step into the soft, springy grass of the large clearing on this forested planet. The atmosphere is breathable, and it's welcomed after so long in the presence of oxygen recyclers.

The air is cool, and fragrant with a diverse bouquet of blooming wildflowers. Some are familiar, others are surprising and entirely unknown. Clone researchers, though they are not asked to, task themselves with determining these botanicals out of caution. "Just being preemptive, General Plo." Tack explains when the Kel Dorian Jedi comes to remind him that the Clones and crew of the Triumphant who joined him on the surface of the planet are here and meant to relax. "Just in case these flowers turn out to have irritants or strange pollen. Don't want any surprises, sir."

Plo hums thoughtfully, the sound a deep, warm rumbling. "Very good, Tack. I hope you find what you are looking for soon so you may join your brothers." One of his steady hands makes a slow, sweeping gesture out to another part of the clearing, where several other brothers of the 104th battalion have gathered around the Commander.

He appears to be laying out a few ground rules with his men, from where you sit on a small, grassy knoll here in this break in the trees. You can catch words and small fragments of what he's saying, but you don't pay him much attention. Being just one of the crew aboard the cruiser, words like emergency flares and what must be the word holster don't pertain to anything you've brought along with you. There's no expectation of danger from the native people, but they say you can never be too prepared. Well, you're not too sure about that when you hear what was definitely the words stun setting and do not stray far.

Surely the Commander was being a little overboard about all this…

But that's not your business. You turn your attention back to the small canvas bag at your feet and root through it to find the personal belongings you've taken with you for today just as the researcher named Tack assures his General once again that he's perfectly content to spend his day like this.

"Don't worry about me, General. I never mind spending a day researching things. Besides, I'm not the only one who's brought my usual gear with me. Looks like Arcadia brought their own datapad." Hearing your name, you pause just as you're pulling out the datapad since putting the spiral-bound sketchpad and graphite pencils you've thrown in the bag in your lap, meeting Tack's eye.

"Oh this is just in case I want to read later," you explain with a laugh. "My, uh, older family members gave me some serious art supplies to take with me before I joined aboard the Triumphant and I just haven't had a chance to use 'em yet. Figured while we were on Little Archossi I'd give them a try."

"Cool, cool. Have fun with that." Tack replies, smiling as he turns back to a dazzling blue flower with thin, silky petals. You've caught the interest of the Kel Dor, and he makes a request to sit beside you for the moment. You've been told by others that this Jedi Master makes a point to try to get to know as many people who serve alongside him as possible, that he's polite and seems to just radiate calm and wisdom.

"Yes of course, go right ahead." you tell him, moving the bag to the other side to make room beside you on the knoll. "Here."

"Thank you," he starts, dipping his head in a slow gesture of gratitude, "I won't take up too much of your time Arcadia."

"I don't mind if you do, General. I don't really know what I want to do with… all this." you assure him with a mild laugh, indicating the spiral-bound and the pencils resting on the thighs of your slate-gray, form-fitting uniform. You chose not to wear any of your casual-wear today, though it would be more comfortable in the long term. You were due to wash your uniforms soon enough, spending a day on a strange planet would expedite the need to do so in case of any contaminants.

You let him take one of the pencils to examine, noting how Master Plo takes such care with your personal property. "These were a gift to you, you said?"

Your head bobs in answer. "That's right. I guess they thought I'd have a lot more opportunities to get back into artwork or something while I was stationed with the one-oh-fourth on the cruiser. But maybe I'll break in the new sketchbook today, with a little, uh… oh, what do they call it? Plein air sketching." You imagine the inquisitive blink of his eyes under the anti-ox mask and eyewear worn by the General when he does not say anything at first, and can only guess there is some sort of smile before the pencil is returned to you. "Most intriguing. Perhaps I will have to come by another time when you have made some progress."

"You're certainly welcome to."

"Thank you, Arcadia. I believe I should warn young Soapsuds to remember the Commander's warning about not straying too far…" There's a shared chuckle between you. Soapsuds is a darling, and a very courageous soldier for what are nicknamed "shinnies", but he can be a little bit forgetful. Perhaps with the Force, Plo Koon can sense what you can only assume: Commander Wolffe is having some difficulty with the primary objective for today. "Until later."

You bid him farewell for the time being, too, and tuck back the cover to the sketchbook. The pages are surprisingly thick, and if you had a more serious artistic inclination, you could guess that the pages of this book could take a variety of mediums. Graphite pencil, for certain, and perhaps a number of other dry mediums like pastels or charcoal or coloring pencils. You're not certain it would do well with wet mediums at first glance. Maybe a layer or two of gouache? Looser styles of watercoloring? But probably not oils or acrylics, they would likely warp the pages and make everything tacky.

It's admittedly been some time since making any use of traditional supplies for anything other than scribbling down a note to pass to a colleague, or taking records of serious instructions on the bridge. Before putting the pencil against the page, you mentally coach and coax yourself to take the plunge.

I'll probably be a little rusty. That's okay. Just give it a shot. Maybe I'll surprise myself.

The lead within is buttery-soft, and lays down a bold line without any skipping after it sweeps over the fine, toothy hills and valleys in the texture of the page. Oh. Oh wow. That's quality. You'll have to thank the gift giver for their generosity, and you promise yourself in a moment of wishful thinking to never use this for anything but artistic endeavors in the few fleeting chances you'll get for it.

(Would you keep this promise in a standard week from now, or a month at most? Unlikely.)

There's a groan of great annoyance from Tack to your left, still studying the beautiful blue flowers. "Not having any luck, Tack?"

"No. It's not showing up on any of my catalogs."

You frown sympathetically, lifting your head to meet his eye. "I'm sorry."

"I'll figure something out…" Tack grumbles, lightly raking his nails along the back of his neck. "I just don't want to find out that this can make anyone sick, or something, before it's too late."

"That's very sweet of you, Tack." you tell him with a kind smile as you continue to sketch loose shapes and lay down lines to break in this first page. Tack was rough around the edges, and could frustrate easily, but did not back down from a challenge just because he met a little resistance. "Say, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Does the Commander seem on edge to you this morning? I have to admit I'm having trouble telling." You feel you need to tread a little cautiously with this question. If you express that you think the leader of the 104th with a silver, cybernetic eye and a prominent stripe of scar tissue down his face is being a bit overbearing or uptight in any way when you don't know him quite so well, it would not make for a great first impression should word get back to him.

Tack shrugs after a moment of thought. "Oh, Commander Wolffe? Yeah, I suppose so. He's a rather diligent man. Nothin' wrong with that of course-"

"Of course, no." you cut in hurriedly. "I was only curious."

"Don't know him so much, I'm guessing?" Tack makes a sound of understanding as you shake your head, "Ah, well, you haven't been here that long. Not many of us have been either, truthfully." He lays down a short summary of the battalion's history to you, answering questions best he can. Things changed dramatically after the Battle of Abregado; they lost so many brothers, there were only a few survivors of that encounter, and they were not always the flint gray they are now.

"Maroon? Really."

"Mhm."

"I see… And, his scar?"

Tack suppresses a deep wince, but only just. "Sith."

Your veins turn to ice momentarily in spite of the gentle warmth of the nearest star. "Maker."

You've had your fill of the questions for the time being, wishing him luck as he tries his hand once more at identifying his mysterious flower. You're going to do your best not to stare at Commander Wolffe as he paces the perimeter of the clearing, keeping a vigilant watch for trouble. The General repeatedly invites him to have a seat and clear his mind for a moment, but he is turned down time and time again, politely but curtly. "No thank you, General Plo."

The trooper you know to be Sergeant Sinker thanks to the pale, silver hair leans in closer to whisper something to the General, which only makes Jedi shake his head almost pityingly. "I was afraid of that… Thank you, Sinker."

"Don't worry, General. He'll probably only pace for so long," Boost says in an attempt at comfort, "if the people of the planet were gonna come and investigate, they'd've done it by now. But we know to show them we mean 'em no harm."

So was the Commander pacing the perimeter because he wanted to see any approachers before it was too late? Would he be keeping this up all day when they were meant to clear their heads for a change? Yes, they were advised to be aware of their surroundings, but securing a boundary might be a little much. What was driving him to be so watchful and defensive on a sparsely inhabited planet?

Paranoia? Selflessness and love and concern for his brothers? Was this perhaps a sacrificial gesture: pacing and patrolling the circumference of the clearing to ensure that his soldiers, and some of the crew of the Triumphant, could be out here largely undisturbed without any rest for himself?

If that was the case, it did not tug at your heartstrings gently.

For someone with such a gentle name, Orchid has one of the worst swearing habits in the one-oh-fourth. "Oh karking Maker, the Commander finally sat the kriff down." Tack warns him to keep his voice down in a sharp-ish manner, and to take it easy on the language.

You were glad that the man did finally decide to rest his legs and perhaps finally enjoy the day with the rest of you, but not so much where he decided to sit.

You'd been trying to draw one of these interesting trees here on Little Archossi, where the sprawling crown of the canopy cascades down in thick, full plumes of leaves in multiple shades of red and orange. You had a few pencils for coloring in the bottom of the bag, and a decent pen that you could add a little ink to the page to outline some of the details, but now Commander Wolffe has plunked himself squarely in the middle of what you have been trying to draw for the last hour and a half.

Of all the hills in this clearing, this is where he decided to sit? In front of the one tree in this entire area largely free of them? Everyone else has stayed clear of it when they realized they would be getting in the way of your artistic subject, apologizing and instead coming to sit beside you to watch for a few minutes. But he doesn't seem to notice you just across the way, just on the other hill.

Well… it's not what you had in mind, but, maybe you could make this work, still. The armor and the anatomy won't be perfect by any means, though. You're thankful you kept your pressure light on the page, making it easier to erase a large area of the trunk you'd drawn previously and fill that space with the Commander. You just had to hope he didn't get up anytime soon.

Most of his body and the basic shapes of his armor are sketched out before the ceaseless skritch of the graphite must finally catch the Commander's attention just as you're warring with yourself on the matter of the codpiece.

How much detail do I include here? Oh Maker if he sees this he'll probably realize I've been staring at his crot-

"What are you doing over there?" The voice from across the other grassy hill jolts you from your thoughts, and you are grateful you did not have your drawing implement against the page in that moment.

Oh, Maker, please do not let your face be red. "Ah, just doing a little outdoor sketching, Commander." Please do not let him ask you what you're drawing…

"What of…?" The Commander draws out his question, pausing when he probably does not remember, or know, your name. That's not super surprising, you tell yourself. You're just a crew member, and not one of his many men he interacts with on a regular basis. He not knowing your name is by no means personal.

"Call me Arcadia. And the tree, sir."

"Am I in your way, Arcadia?" he asks, one of his eyebrows lifting just slightly with the question.

"No, sir. You're not. You're included with the tree." you answer, stretching the truth. You have to hope that it doesn't come across in an unsettling or creepish fashion to the Clone Commander. Good impressions. Good impressions were important. "I, um, hope you don't mind." You don't want him to get up when he's just sat down. You don't want to feel like you're doing something unwelcome either. Something that would disrupt his enjoyment of this rare occasion in wartime; a peaceful day, among flowers and a grassy, hilly field surrounded by trees on all sides. His brothers are enjoying themselves, laying on their backs in the grass, faces warm in the golden sunlight with the day just beginning.

Commander Wolffe should get to enjoy this day, too.

"I don't mind." he answers. The tonal quality of his voice does not suggest begrudging agreement, a thinning veneer of patience, or complete indifference. "How long do I need to hold still?" He asks, the same eyebrow as before lifting again.

"Not very," you reply, quickly returning your pencil to the page to begin sketching him again now that you were assured he would not be opposed to this, "the idea is to be quick when drawing outdoors, for the most part."

"And why is that?"

The graphite continues to skritter and skritch along the surface of the page, you do not stop what you are doing to answer him this time. You will get this done quickly, and you will take your work somewhere else to add color to it. "No two days will ever be the same, sir. Plein air painters and artists only have one day to complete what they work on." One day that you did not want to force being a live subject upon him. Agreeing to let you sketch his likeness into the sketchpad is one thing. Asking him to stay there as you added layers of color and ink to the page would be taking advantage of his agreement. His "day off".

Resting his head back against the scale-patterned bark of the tree, Wolffe nods slowly in contemplation, closing his eyes. "And which are you, Arcadia?" You missed the question, so absorbed in the general shape of his face, and recalling that in order to draw eyes you need to keep them an eye's distance apart.

"S-sorry, sir?"

"I asked which one you are. A painter, or a different kind of artist."

You shake your head softly, doing your best not to stammer terribly in shame for not hearing him. "Oh. I-I'm not much of a painter."

"So a different kind of artist then," he suggests, tilting his head back just slightly for a moment while adjusting his legs in front of him, "a sketcher, perhaps."

Your eyes meet with his for a fleeting moment when you glance back up from the page to finalize a few details of the position of his legs, the width of his tights, and once again do not linger on the codpiece. "Um, I suppose? It's been a long time since I…" you trail off and shrug half-heartedly, unsure how to explain. Or if he even wants to hear it and is just making conversation to be polite. A man of his position and status in this war is busy, his mind must always be occupied with stratagem and contingencies and, recalling what Tack has said… loss.

The Republic did not win that battle, and Wolffe lost so many brothers on top of it all. And an eye to a Sith. How much more would he lose? How much more would this galaxy take from him?

You frown, brow furrowing, at the thought.

"What's the matter?" the man on the other hill asks you, expression neither puzzled or concerned.

Quickly, you look back down at the page in your lap, and you choose something to lie about. "The detail on your shoulder plating. Unfortunately I think a lot of the finer details will be lost in the sketch."

"Unfortunate."

"Mhm…"

You are thankful that you got most of the details down already. What you are not expecting is that when you look up again to make sure you have what you're looking for, you are now almost eye level with the white codpiece and the belt which his kama hangs from. Your heart is now hammering madly in your throat, and the rush of blood pounds steadily against your eardrum. Much like the silhouette of the Triumphant above Little Archossi, Commander Wolffe stands above you, and you feel small and almost frightened. (Almost.)

You hadn't meant to, but you flinched to find him looming over you. He frowns. "Did I scare you?" You admit that he had, yes. You didn't even hear him move from under the tree on the other hill and come up to the top of this small knoll for all the armor he wore. "You need to pay attention to your surroundings at all times." Wolffe replies coolly, now dropping to sit next to you on your left. He removes the shoulder pad from his right upper arm, and holds it up beside your sketchpad.

It feels a little insulting to be talked to like that, like one of his soldiers, when he told you to pay more attention. How dare he? "Sorry..." you mumble as you use the sharpest side of the pencil to try to copy down the wolf icon from a side-view on the graphite likeness of the man now next to you. "I didn't think you'd be moving so soon."

More like at all.

Maybe he can sense the subtext, and he becomes slightly apologetic. "Only thought it might help you to see it closer, Arcadia." Wolffe explains. He does not watch you, or respond in any way when you give a short sort of oh sound in reply to that; instead he visually sweeps the clearing for dangers or signs of trouble. You know he's listening to you, at least. The sound of short and terse scratches and more drawn-out, fluid, sweeping marks against the page keeps the moment from completely collapsing into uncomfortable silence.

"...thanks."

You've done the best you can to capture the face of the wolf, and the crescent moon-like shapes of the pad closest to you. You could probably stand to fine-tune Wolffe's face on the page, but that seems daunting to ask him to return under the tree on the other hill now just so you could get the proportions right. It wouldn't exactly come across well, you imagine.

Thank you for showing me your shoulder pads up close and all but could you kriff off, now?

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else, Arcadia?"

"No sir." you lie to the Commander through your teeth. You're just going to have to make do. This hill is taller than the other, and from here, you can see the whole clearing. This probably makes for an excellent vantage point with his strategic inclinations. "Thank you. I think I've gotten the right amount of detail, now, before I want to add some color." you continue, praying to all manner of galactic deities that you can now excuse yourself without any issue. But no such luck: you start to gather your datapad and other things, and he puts a stop to it with a single, simple question.

He'd like to watch for a moment, if that's alright.

Shit.

"Sure."

You put aside the graphite, and root through your bag for the coloring pencils. The bag has been largely untouched since it was given to you, but through one mishap or another the package of coloring pencils has been damaged, and the contents are now scattered in the bag. You have to hunt down all the necessary colors you need before any progress gets made. Sage will have to do for the grass, and Fawn will be your closest match to the color of the bark. For the leaves of the tree, Terra Cotta, a deep Marigold and Sunflower are your best choices. Regarding the Commander's armor…

There's no gray. There is not a single gray pencil in the entire package. There's Lamp Black. But no gray.

"Oh, kriff me sideways." you swear under your breath, forgetting the man beside you for the moment in your frustration. "Are you kidding me?"

Wolffe just believes for the moment you can't find something, and takes the canvas bag from at your side without a word of permission. "Are you missing something?"

You let it go that he's taken the bag to look, it's not that big of a deal. He's only trying to help. "Yes and no. I need gray for your armor, but the package doesn't have it." Giving him the broken carton, you let him see for himself that trying to look in your bag is a kind, but ultimately fruitless effort.

An alternative is quietly pointed out. "... it does have maroon."

Your heart hangs heavily in your rib cage knowing what you do now. You can only imagine his own heart will be heavier still. You have never seen the 104th battalion in that color of paint; only ever heard the tales of their escapades and exploits when their armor must have gleamed in that handsome and deep, warm red.

But tragedy and loss has stolen the color out of their coats, and they move in shadow.

Now when the Wolves run and hunt and fight, it is only in gray.

Note from Frost: I, uh... hoo boy. I don't know how to explain where this one came from. I feel a little out of my element, here, knowing what's coming and how under-practiced I am when it comes to writing more mature themes. Any pointers and/or feedback at all would be appreciated, honestly. Appreciate anyone who took the time to read this, too!

Don't have a fic taglist for the time being, but I'll likely start one soon if I can figure out how to make those forms some people have since I write a variety of stuff. For now, though, if you'd like to join a taglist for specific types of fics (example: just TBB-centric or just TCW-centric (or both)) don't hesitate to ask. 🩷

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#plo koon #recommends #duch recommends #104th foolishness #104th battalion #this is going in my #read in case duchii depresso

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avarkriss · 4 years ago

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i remember you once saying you're into plo koon so like i was maybe wondering if you knew of any good, spicy fics for him? 👉👈🥺 there's so few people who think he's sexy, most aren't into it

i gotchu babe

An Unexpected Guest by @getdookuedon is my personal favorite one, ft. Commander Wolffe, Reader, and Plo (please do note the reader is an OF AGE padawan so make sure you are comfy with that dynamic before diving in there)

And there is also cracks in the façade by @getdookuedon that is another Plo x Reader (again, of age padawan)

And also visions by littlevodika on AO3! (also featuring force sensitive wolffe)

Those are the first three that come to mind and to be honest, I don't think I've seen any others... mans needs more lovin'!!

#has anyone heard that VOICE #pls #whisper in my ear sir #idk that kel dor/human anatomy are necessarily compatible but there are so many more parts of intimacy than just penetration!!#i had a plo thot a while back and it's in my notes app god universe give me the T I M E #please enjoy these lovely fics!!#kait answers #anonymous #jk i know the answer now i am absolutely a class 4 mnstrfckr #there are so few beings i wouldn't do....#that is why my gender is community guidelines violation

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samspenandsword · 3 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Plo Koon

Summary: NSFW Alphabet for everyone’s favorite Jedi dad, Plo Koon. Pairing: Plo Koon/reader; gender-neutral, humanoid reader with no mentions of their appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; mentions of penetrative sex, creampies, oral sex (m!receiving), toy use, praise kink, daddy kink, roleplay, voice kink, corruption, Kel Dor anatomy headcanons, established relationships, secret relationships, language. Word Count: 2.5k

I know this took a while to get out, but I hope you all enjoy my Plo Koon alphabets!

You can find the template I used here

SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The aftercare is almost as amazing as the sex itself. This man will take such good care of you it sometimes feels like a dream. You literally cannot imagine — massages, sweet nothings, warm baths, snacks, snuggles. You are pampered and well-taken care of every single time. You will want for nothing.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Plo’s favorite part of his body is his hands. For a long time he wasn’t really partial to them, but after meeting you, he came to appreciate them. You so clearly adore his hands and practically melt into goo each time he gives you a scalp massage. But Plo’s favorite feature of yours is your eyes — because despite the fact that his own eyes are usually hidden behind his antiox mask, he always feels you can see straight through the mask and into his own eyes, locking your gazes and being able to convey everything you feel in a single glance. Subtly is the name of the game for your relationship, and meaningful eye contact is one of his favorite ways to show affection. Not to mention he loves how wide your eyes get when you’re turned on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Plo cums a lot. So much so that if he cums inside you, you are pooching and leaking. And if he cums on your chest, it is everywhere. You guys have to change the sheets of your bed every time you’re intimate because of how much Plo cums. And his preferred place to cum is inside you. He loves being buried inside you, and staying inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Plo loves the idea of you not wearing underwear after you’ve been intimate. The image of you with his cum leaking down your thighs, especially if you’re in a meeting or in a public place, is an idea that literally plagues him, and by Force, he is not mad about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Plo’s a Jedi, so he’s not the most experienced guy on the block. Not physically. Especially because his physiological needs are so different from most other species. His experience is emotional — Plo is not a model Jedi when it comes to attachments and emotions — he is openly caring and kind, in a way many Jedi aren’t. And he has no qualms about whispering romantic words to you, or giving you caring, gentle embraces. To the point where, even in the beginning, you never doubted that he cared deeply for you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when he’s reclined back against a mountain of pillows, you laying against his chest. From there, he can rock his hips into you, one hand stroking over your hair, or leaving light red lines down your chest (his version of hickies and love bites), the other hand resting firmly on the bulge in your stomach. And from this position, he can murmur the sweetest, dirtiest praises in your ears. “You’re doing so well, little one.” “I can feel you pulsing around me, you feel so good.” “Are you going to cum, little one?” Bonus points if there’s a mirror across the room, and Plo makes you watch as he fucks up into you, pinning your hips against his and simply holding you in place as he alternates between pistoning his hips in and out, and rocking so slowly you’re squirming for more. Extra bonus points if you’re cockwarming him in this position too, it’s a good way for him to plug his cum inside you after a long session.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Plo isn’t above teasing, amusement riddling his tone, his talons tickling up and down your skin, but he tends to be more serious in the moment. Being intimate with you is kind of rare with the war going on, so he wants to savor the moment for as long as he can, making sure you never doubt how much he loves you, how much he desires you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kel Dors don’t really have hair, not anywhere, so there’s nothing for him to groom. However, Plo does take pride in keeping other aspects of his appearance neat — his robes, the painted symbol of the Wolfpack on his vambraces. And he melts each and every single time you notice and appreciate this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Plo can be so romantic it aches. Gentle praises, deep, thorough thrusts, gentle caresses. Even when he’s rougher, even when he’s teasing you, it’s never without a blatant undertone of care and affection.

J = Jack off (masterbation headcanon)

Not much, if ever. As a Jedi, it’s part of his training and lifestyle to ignore physical stimuli and needs. He can control his urges better than anyone you’ve ever met before. But that’s not to say when he gets back from a several-months-long campaign he’s not going to be inside you the first chance he gets. And when the two of you first start becoming intimate, before you can fully take him because of his sheer size, he’ll often masturbate during your sessions together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hoh, boy. Where to start (daddy kink daddy kink). I’m inclined to think that Plo has a bit of a corruption kink — turning his sweet love into a mewling, horny, cockdumb mess. Through dirty talk, through edging, through teaching even. He also has a praise kink. In fact, there are times when you’re together that he never seems to shut up. He’ll babble about how good you feel, how warm and soft and pretty you are speared on his cock. He’ll pet and shush you as he stretches you open, massaging your thighs as they tremble with the force of your orgasm. He gets off from giving praise as much as you get off receiving it. Plo is also into roleplay. Not fully-blown, with costumes and props, but using titles instead of names, pretending it’s your first time together, him narrating a scenario as he’s fully sheathed inside you, causing you to squirm and whine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In private. No doubt. As a Jedi, his relationship with you is in direct violation of the Code, and since he sits on the Jedi Council, he ensures he’s even more careful to keep your relationship private. Especially if you are a Jedi as well. In public, the both of you will appear as nothing more than good friends and comrades, keeping your true feelings locked in the Force until you’re able to be alone. And by alone, I mean you will be away from the Jedi Temple most of the time — always a chance someone could walk by your quarters and get a hint of what’s happening. You both won’t risk it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domesticity. Plo is a total sucker for seeing you do regular, everyday chores. Domestic intimacy and trust absolutely gets him going. You could literally be folding laundry, a holoseries playing in the background, and Plo will suddenly be all over you. Being surrounded by the ins and outs of domestic, civilian life is something he rarely gets to experience, and he loves that you trust him enough to share that side of your life with him. He might even someday admit that he wonders, while deep in hyperspace between campaigns, what it would be like to live such a calm, monotonous life. He also gets lowkey turned on with direct eye contact. All you have to do is lock eyes with him and you’ll suddenly be on your back in bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Exhibitionism is something that Plo sometimes fantasizes about, but would never actually participate in. Between his station as a Jedi (and maybe yours as well) he won’t risk the both of you being discovered. Another really big turn off for him is an open or casual relationship. The man is all-in, as the relationship is forbidden for him, and he doesn’t at all like the idea of you not being similarly dedicated.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Due to his anatomy, he can’t really perform oral on you. Even if you put on a breathing mask, his face and mouth shape doesn’t really allow for him to go down on you. He makes up for it with his fingering and handjob games however. And while he’ll never say no to a blowjob, he knows he’s a lot to handle. So he never wants you to feel like you’re obligated to pleasure him this way, especially because he can’t return it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Plo can go either way. He leans towards more slow and sensual, especially at first when you aren’t used to his size and shape, but as the two of you become more and more familiar with each other, he’s happy to up the pace. Plo will pound you until you literally cannot walk if you truly want that, and he’s going to enjoy seeing you go dumb and drooly as he does so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not really a fan of quickies for a couple of reasons. One of the main reasons is that Plo simply wants to be able to fall into you and every sensation you both get to feel with the other, and quickies don’t really allow for that. Another reason is that he is HUGE. Like, there needs to be some serious foreplay and preparation, huge. His size and quickies do not mix. Third reason is because he cums a ridiculous amount, and quickies don’t allow for the cleanup time often needed after a session with him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Overall, Plo doesn’t get terribly wild in bed. He’s absolutely willing to discuss possible scenarios with you, or things the both of you may be interested in trying, but overall I don’t see Plo being the most adventurous in bed. Sex isn’t just sex to him, it’s definitely a physical expression of his devotion and love for you, and he values that aspect more than any other.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

Plo has stamina like you wouldn’t believe. He can go for a round, usually two, but he’s going to make those rounds last. His self-control is absurd. His Jedi stamina and endurance is seriously crazy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Plo doesn’t own toys at first, but when the two of you first start becoming physically intimate, they become one of the first things he buys, along with lube. Due to his size and different anatomy, you need to train before you can take him. He buys a series of plugs and dildos, ones that go up in size until you can eventually take one almost identical to his size and shape (yes, there are Kel Dor dildos out there for the millions and millions of alien fuckers in the galaxy, don’t deny it. He nearly pissed himself laughing while he was researching because he came across a Space-Etsy shop for alien dildos. One of them was a huge orange butt plug called Master Plug Koon. He just barely resisted the urge to buy it. He did not, however, resist the urge to send the shop to Kit Fisto, who also pissed himself laughing. The shop has other Jedi-themed toys, including a green, fist-shaped toy called Master Kit Fister, and Kit immediately bought one and he keeps it as a decoration in his apartments. He fist-bumps it on the regular. Only Plo knows what it really is, though Obi-Wan has his suspicions.). After that, the toys don’t get used as much, but Plo’s happy to leave them with you for when he’s deployed on long missions.

U = Unfair (do they like to tease)

He will tease, when the mood hits. But he’s not cruel. He’ll edge you, he’ll ask you, sounding more than a little cheeky, if you want to cum, he’ll ask you how much you’ve missed him and his cock. But every tease and edge has an undertone of care and affection, because that’s just how Plo is.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make, etc.)

Plo’s not terribly loud in the sense of moans, or groans, but he can be quite vocal if he knows you’re into it. And with a voice like his, who isn’t into it? He can get quite vocal in the moment, endlessly praising you, whispering dirty things into your skin, humming smugly in that deep voice of his as you whimper and writhe around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Plo sleeps with an absolute mountain of pillows, and loves to create nests around the two of you during intimacy. When he’s rougher, however, pillows tend to fall to the ground in piles or get torn to shreds due to his claws.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Holy hell Plo is HUGE. Bulbous, ridged, girthy, AND stupidly long. This man is just enormous. Foreplay is the name of the game with you guys, and oftentimes, he’ll need to make you cum at least once, preferably twice before he can slide into you. And even then, the stretch is incredible. Plo fills you and stretches you in ways no other partner has been able to before. When you first started becoming intimate, you needed to train before you could take him completely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I headcanon Plo as having a Goldilocks-esque sex drive. Just right. Right in the middle of the scale. As a Jedi (and a Kel Dor one), physical intimacy is something he didn’t really grow up with. His Jedi training also lends itself to him being able to go long periods without getting desperately, desperately horny. However, with that said, as soon as your relationship turns physical, he is happy to be with you at every chance he gets, and it helps that he can sense when you’re in the mood. But Plo also appreciates and looks forward to each non-sexual moment you two have together. Every moment of your relationship is something precious to him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Plo will always, and I mean always, make sure you fall asleep first. That’s just who he is. He will never fall asleep before ensuring that you are 100% sated, comfortable, and cleaned up. So as soon as you fall asleep, he’ll settle beside you and allow himself to sleep as well. But only after you’ve fallen asleep first.

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