#The Wolfpack

[arcsimper5]

Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

[naboosands]

I only had one thought today and it’s Plo Koon in Mandalorian armour

A gift for @melting-houses-of-gold

[omaano]

🤍 Wolf boys 🤍

[rooksunday]

“oh no, you’re mistaken. these aren’t troopers. they’re my padawans.”

it was difficult to read the expression of the jedi—master plo koon, apparently—but the senator had the impression of a smile.

the senator tried again, gesturing to the group behind the jedi. “they strongly resemble clone troopers. they’re wearing armour.”

“it’s a dangerous galaxy, senator.”

“those two have the same face!”

“yes. they’re clones.” the sense of amusement deepened.

the senator gestured broadly with both sets of arms. “you said they weren’t clones!”

master koon held up one capped claw. “i said they weren’t clone troopers. they are certainly clones. my clone padawans. as such, they cannot be deployed to the battlefield as you request. my apologies.”

“but—“

“or to any battlefield,” one of the clones put in. he—weren’t they all ‘he?’—had his helmet under his arm and a glower on his face. one eye had been replaced by a cybernetic implant. he bared his teeth. it wasn’t a smile. “sorry. padawan reasons.”

“aren’t padawans supposed to have those”—don’t say ‘stupid’—“little braids?” the senator tried in desperation.

the spokesclone’s expression somehow went even flatter. “i’m growing my hair out.”

“so there you have it,” the jedi intervened, clapping their hands together. “all padawans. no more war for my younglings. now if you don’t mind, we have duties in the temple—“

as the group marched past, the senator grumbled, mostly to themself, “you’re saying they all have the force? bullshit.”

no reply came and the jedi continued to radiate beatific amusement. the clones filed past, none sparing the senator more than a glance, until only the spokesclone was left. he tilted his head.

“what’s the force? what makes someone allowed to be a jedi, in your opinion?” he asked.

didn’t everyone know? the senator spluttered and vaguely waved one hand. “the force is-is— jedi can move things with their minds! that’s what jedi do! you know that, what kind of question is that?”

the clone curled his lip in a smirk. he shook his head. “they always…” he muttered, seemingly to himself, before lifting up his helmet and putting it on. his voice crackled flatly through the vocoder. “ta karkin’ da, senator. i put my helmet on with my mind. thanks for confirming my padawanship.”

with that, he turned, and marched away.

[monsieur-kazzle-dazzle]

[nerdyerror]

Fix where Ahsoka gets turned into a 3 year old somehow and the 501st have to get to their generals in the middle of the battle with a baby Ahsoka reapeatedly asking “Where’s Mama?”

The clones assume she talking about her bio mom, they get to Anakin and Obi-Wan at the end of the battle.

Ahsoka shrieks (that kind of shriek only toddlers can pull off), “Mama” and immediately runs to Obi-Wan

Everyone spends the rest of the week trying to figure out what Ahsoka thinks they are to her.

Obi-Wan tries not to cry (happy tears ofc) at being called “Mama” he manages not to do it in front of Ahsoka.

Final Verdict

501st, Anakin, the Wolf pack, and most of the 212th: Brothers

Obi-Wan: Mom

Plo-Koon: Dad

Cody: Uncle

[clownbloody]

Respectfully Commander...I'm going feral. I know there are Wolffe fans this one's for yall!

ALSO! If you want to be tagged when I post one of YOUR favourite boys let me know!

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[definitelynotthedarklord]

Something i wish Rex had brought up when facing off against Wolffe in Bad Batch was Wolffe's actions durint Order 66, cause if there was one Jedi who cared for their clones more than anything it was Plo Koon.

Wolffe:"I'm a soldier, Rex I follow orders."

Rex:"Open your eyes Wolffe, the Empire ordered you to hunt a child, it ordered you to fight your brothers, it ordered you to kill Plo Koon."

[weirdnotal]

Headcannon that all the clones after the alphas have been altered so that they seek adrenaline with the purpose of keeping the war effort going, this serves to explain the entire 501st. This also explains Cody punching droids for fun, any person hyped up on almost double the amount of normal adrenaline would not feel a single fucking thing in their hand if they punched a solid metal object. No wonder the Wolfpack collect shiny things for general buir.

[corrieguards]

Petition to buy a pair of these for every member of the 104th battalion 🙏 !!

[ladyatomic]

PLO’S BROS 🐺

[wheelie-butch]

Wolfpack epic lesbian ally moment!!!

(based off that one old tumblr post)

[a-dorin]

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

An injury on the battlefield, hands clasped tightly - im thinking a clone x reader during the clone wars timeline, even better if reader or clone is a medic

~🍯

oh yes, we love hurt x comfort, especially combined with angst! one of my favorite tropes and i eat it up every. single. time.

i think we'll do a commander wolffe x jedi healer reader for this one. just a psa, this one has mature content, so if you have a meek stomach, i suggest scrolling past this one! (also idc if this is not canon. this is my canon.)

"he's over here!"

as the world around you seemed to crumble, you could pick out comet's distressed call, the desperation inflected in his tone nearly cracking his voice.

"i'm coming!" you cried, cupping your hands around your lips to amplify your voice, "who is it?"

"it's wolffe!"

oh gods.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

sprinting forward, the clamor of battle was nearly deafening. your heart was thumping, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you stumbled upon the sight of comet, holding wolffe to his chest.

wolffe was nearly unconscious, his breathing ragged, streaks of blood caked to the right side of his face. for just a moment, you felt your body still, the hairs on your neck tingling.

his right eye was gone, a gaping, horrendous wound in its place. the worst aspect of it was that the blood did not seem to end, gushing nearly all over his features.

yet, you clenched your jaw, exhaling a shaky breath. no matter who it was, you needed a clear mind. you were a healer, a medic for the jedi. this is what you were meant to do. this is what you did best. this is the person you were meant to be.

"wolffe," you murmured, kneeling beside him, "i'm here. it's okay."

"i can't fucking see!" a mangled sob rang out, "i can't fucking see! where are my brothers? what's happening? i need to know!"

"wolffe," carefully, you cradled his face, "i'm here."

"oh gods," he groaned, nearly going limp under your touch, "it hurts. it hurts so fucking much. fix me, baby. please."

"i will," your voice was softened, just enough to comfort him, "you'll be okay."

"w-what about my eye?" you noticed the glitter of a tear as his lip trembles, "what are we going to do about my eye baby?"

"wolffe, just look at me. forget everything else."

"i'm just so scared baby," the tears were relentless now, "i'm so scared. what if they decommission me? put me medical leave?"

"you're worrying about the wrong things right now," somehow a giggle bubbled up in your throat, your hands searching for your medpack, "we'll figure it out. we always will."

"just don't let me die," a trembling hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together, "don't let me die baby."

"i won't," pausing from your work, you squeezed his hand gently, "i won't let anything else happen to you. not while i'm here."

"stars, i love you," his voice was growing more quiet now, raspy and broken. yet, you heard. and you knew comet heard them. but he was quiet, a solemn expression painted across his features.

however, you could sense an understanding in his aura. almost like an unspoken promise.

he would not speak of this. not to buir. not to the council. not to anyone. this would be a secret he would keep for the two of you, for many moons to come.

as wolffe began to slip into unconsciousness, he dipped his head, almost prompting you to say the words you desperately wanted to blurt out.

"i love you too, wolffe. more than you will ever know."

and with that, the commander's world grew black.

[itsindiana]

i wanna know what clone battalion / squadron / etc etc you think you'd be a part of & why . it's for science trust me

[britney-rosberg06]

Fuck it, Wolfpack hc

Comet was assigned to the 104th immediately after Malevolance. While they waited for the rest of the battalions positions to be filled Comet bonded with the survivors and this is how he became apart of the pac

They all have matching tattoos that say “Plos Bros”

A lot of “cannot be adopted separately” energy

Wolffe is like Ahsokas older brother, while Boost and Sinker are like her weird cousins

In the first year of the war alone Plo pulled the “i’m not mad i’m just disappointed” line 138 times.

Mostly directed at Sinker and Boost

Unlike Cody, who when their generals lightsaber gets dropped he simply picks it back up and uses it. Wolffe commands a perimeter to be formed around the weapon until Plo’Buir can retrieve it

“Wolffe you know you can pick it up right? it’s not forbidden”

“Who do you take me for buir? I refuse to succumb to Kote’s level”

Sinker LOVES underwater missions and jumps at the opportunity to work with Kit

[fanfictionroxs]

Don't think about Emily and Leah's resentment towards Sam for tearing them apart. Don't think about Emily going crazy between the wolf she has loved since a child and the wolf she has loved since the past two years, both her soulmates as far as she is concerned. Don't think about Leah wanting her sister back, but there's so much distance and her dad's dead and she's kind of been numb since then and she simply doesn't have the energy. Don't think about Sam feeling his soulmate's resentment, but too afraid to ask her because he may be the big bad wolf, but he is also a 20 something year old kid who was so lonely, his only comfort being Emily. Don't think about Emily wanting Leah back and Leah wanting Emily back and it's no longer about Sam, it never was, but about two girls, two best friends, two sisters who never drifted apart. Don't think about Emily wishing late into the nights that Leah was apart of the pack so she could know the truth. Don't think about Leah thanking the moon some day that she became a wolf because it got her her sister back finally. Because come what may, they will find their way back to each other.