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elsapheonix · 3 years ago

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Wolffe with a halo

“Hey Wolffe, look there's a letter here” Gregor called

“Alright” I called

“It’s for you can I read it?” Gregor asked

“For me? Uhh no I’ll be there in just a second” I said and I left the Bedroom and went the table where Gregor was. He handed me the Letter. My breath caught when I saw the handwriting on the envelope

Return Address:

Wild space Coordinates

G-9 76937-O-930

Commander Wolffe Koon

Seelos

AT-AT Imperial Walker

“Oh my….” I said trailing off and then I tore into the letter before my fear caused me to throw it away.

My Beloved Wolffe Koon,

Kah-ta-yar Wolffe, how are you after all these years? These year go by slow without you here by my side, it’s been so long. I still love you more than anything else. Especially more than my own life. I even discarded rules for you. The Jedi Code was probably the biggest one, but I didn't care and i still don't. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you, not a day goes by without me missing you, my Angel. It’s so hard being away from you day in and day out. It’s hard to do anything without you. You were, still are, and will always be my everything, my life, my world, my angel and my reason for living, for fighting, for existing. I believe it’s the will of the force that we meet and that I fell in love with you. Too me you are an Angel from the force. I could go on but then I’d need an entire notebook and it’s not easy to put a notebook in a envelope. You would know.

Do you ever think of the good times, Angel? About the Clone wars? I know I do. Almost everyday. The wolfpack was my family, My clan, My Aliit. Although they are not really my Brothers It sometimes felt as they were. Aliit ori'shya tal'din, Family is more than blood. I loved each and everyone of them, no man was just a clone. Losing then was the worst part of Order 66.

I miss everything of the clone wars, i guess when you grow up in a war zone you come too miss it when life changes. I miss taking down clankers, pranking shinnies with boost, leading assaults, hanging out with boost and sinker, destroying astromechs, fighting the sith, disobeying direct orders, Pissing off Rex, being able to use my lightsabers, spending countless hours with you doing ship duties, us breaking rules just so Master Plo would put us on deck duty while they all went down to battle, our countless arguments, even the ones over stupid things, scaring you with my piloting, you spending the night with me when I had the bad dreams, goofing off while doing paper work with you and the time we spent in the med after one of us had gotten hurt. I miss you're singing, and the silly little pet names you had for me. Most of all I miss Master Plo and you. I miss you more than him, Angel.

I had thought I had lost you forever after the purge, I wish I had not left you Angel, it has bothered me for longer than i can remember. I was a fool when I thought we were better a part, when in reality we are always better together. I had an harder time hiding from the empire on my own, I actually have been captured and escaped many times each time changing my name. I now go by Elisa Koon and have not been captured since Ahsoka and I started the rebels. I’ve made many reckless and stupid decisions. Some of them i’m sure would had been prevented had you been with me or had I stayed with you. I was a coward for leaving you and running like i did. I was afraid. I didn't even thank you for saving my life, Didn't even say goodbye. I abandoned you and I’m so so sorry.

I would like to see you again even if you don't look the same as you did before. It’s been so long and Rex says I need to stop pushing people away, I haven’t let anyone get close to me. He’s right I need to stop pushing people away and locking them out, Especially my Angelic Riduur. Speaking of Rex he couldn't figure out who I was and I eventually had to tell him who I was then he told me that you and gregor were camping out in an Imperial Walker on Seelos hunting Juppa's. That doesn't seem like a good way to spend the rest of your days.

Personally I think you’d be better off here with me Angel. I know you don't want too join our fight against the empire and you don't have to if you don't want too. I would never make you do anything. If you were to come I will protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you, never again. You remember that promise I made too you after Kholum right? Well, I’ll still stand too it. No one is ever going to hurt you again on my watch, not if I can help it, Angel.

I don't use my Lightsabers much anymore unless I have too, but I do keep them on me at all times, hidden of course. I mentioned I had to use a different name right? Elisa Koon, I have it as the shortened version of my real name Elizabeth Koon, Force how I hate that name. I’ve lost count of how many I have had. All have been shortened versions of my real one. I’ve used a different last name every time. I’ve been El Vizsla, Eliz Diana, Lily Uma, Lisa Tiana, Lisbeth Bonjo, Ela Vila, Izzy Tuttle, Libby Gulo, Beth Di Angelo, Bess Lupus, Bette Kyzie, Bessie Humble, and once I even used my full name Elizabeth Phoenix. Now I am Elisa Koon.

I decided it was time that I went back to my married name. I have even started to wear the diamond band you gave me again. If you do come I would like to redo our vows or even do a public wedding since the one we had was private. I’m sure you’d like that to.

We have found many of our Vods, Angel. Several of them, like yourself, don't want too fight so we provide them shelter and protection, I’m over that part of the rebellion. Some of them fight only as a last resort if we are really in a pickle, actually that's how all of them are. They like to help with planning and spare small jobs we have that need to be done, Comet, Sinker and Boost are some of the ones that are around.

The rebellion is lead by Ahsoka Tano, Separatist leader Commander Sato, Hera Syndulla and myself. We have been helping many systems who are in need because of the empire. Oh yeah, Senator bail Organa and princess Leia Organa secretly lead us in our fight while pretending to support the empire. I’ve edited my Armor, added extensions to it and made it bigger so it would fit me, I also changed it’s color from purple to grey. It’s markings match the ones on you're clone armor.

If you and Gregor do come I’ll find a cure for your fast aging. We’ve found cures for the ones that are here, aside from Rex, but it’s different for every clone, we have a serem but it has to be altered for every clone, we are currently altering it for Rex and I’m sure we could alter the serum for gregor. Not so sure about yourself since at one point you were a Werewolf. We may have to unblock the werewolf part of your blood, which would make you a wolf again.

I know you might not be too keen too that Idea but I highly doubt the serum could be altered for you seeing as you have wolfblood in you still. It wasn't actually removed like you thought I just used the force to contain it and make it inactive. We will try to do the serum but if we can't i’m going to free the wolf-blood. I don’t want you to die on me anytime soon. I don’t think I could live without you my beautiful Angel. It’s not fair that we are the same age yet you're near the end of your life.

It’s boring here, some of these guys have less personality than some of than some of the shinnes fresh off of Kamino did. And that’s saying something.

After battles were always fun with you and the wolfpack. Especially if Rex and the 501st were involved. Those boys were always having a party. I remember Rex’s favorite phrase at those times “It’s always a party in the 501st”

Master Skywalker is not Darth Vader like we thought he was. So the mystery of who Darth Vader is, is still open. Master Skywalker is currently being held at an imperial complex. Highest security one. I think the emperor is keeping him alive too use his force signature too give to whomever darth vader is too make it seem as if master Skywalker is Darth Vader.

I know for a fact he’s not I came across files, imperial files of where he is being kept and his cell number. That's not information I can put in this letter. I have a few guesses at who Vader is.

I think he is Master Jrul, Master Pong Krell, or Master Quinlan Vos. Though he could be another fallen Jedi I think these three are the most likely. This would be a conversation best for comms or better yet being face to face.

I really wish you were here with me Angel, I need someone who understands me. I need you more than I ever thought my Angel.

If you decide to come you can write and I’ll come pick you up or you can just call Rex, I’m not in the command center often so the chances of them getting a comm message to me is slim.

Hope too see you again Angel,

Love,

Elsa Phoenix-Koon

“I...She….” I stumbled over the words I wanted to say. Gregor took the letter from my hands, I was in complete shock and could feel my eyes starting to water. “She still loves me” I finally choke out

“Of course she does Wolffe, she’s your wife, she’ll love you no matter what” Gregor says

“She’d be safer finding someone else” I say

“You don’t really belive that do you?” Gregor says

“I miss her, but I don’t want to risk hurting her” I say

“I doubt you could ever hurt her, she’s a strong kid” Gregor says, “We should go, sounds too me that she really wants you there”

“But…”

“No buts” Gregor says “I’m comning Rex”

“Wonderful” I say when Gregor leaves the room.

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lifeofclonewars · 4 years ago

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Plo Noon, Compet, Sinkspur, Dooffe, and Spewst

Part 2 to Wolffe Koon and the Missing Aliit Members (Sequel to Zoolffe, Stinker, Zoost, Gonet, and Glo Koon. I recommend you read that first). Part 6 of Pun Wars (I’d appreciate if you read those first, but not required for understanding).

As always, AO3 link is below if you prefer that.

Summary:

*hacker voice* I’m In Petition to get GPS trackers for Wolffe for his aliit

Jurassic Park I second

Keeling Over Same

Thorn In Your Side Definitely Sorry Boost and Sinker

T-Mobile No, I totally get it

Werewolf? There Wolffe! I hate you all

In which Plo gets lo-- er, sidetracked-- around noon, Comet attempts to adopt a penguin, Sinker spurs on the group chat, Wolffe makes a doof of himself, and Boost continues to spew facts.

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Chat: Fett Dynasty

Jurassic Park

Wait, seriously?

Wow, that was less time than I thought

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Yeah, same

But we’re 100% sticking together this time

T-Mobile

Yeah, cause some of us can’t watch a 10 y/o properly

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Boost

T-Mobile

Yeah?

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Shut it

Think Outside The Fox

Lol

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Two weeks after the Zoo Incident, the Koons were headed out in public again. Destination: the aquarium. Buir insisted they’d be able to handle it, as long as they didn’t split into groups this time. Boost agreed readily, excited to put his new zoology book facts to the test. Comet was most enthusiastic about seeing more penguins. Sinker and Wolffe? Well, they were looking for a chance to prove their trustworthiness when watching Comet again. Even if they weren’t splitting up.

Wolffe had a feeling his brothers’ increasingly chaotic shenanigans from staying at home is what pushed his dad into planning this trip.

(Probably somewhere between Sinker and Boost screaming while threatening to re-dye each other’s hair and Comet sneak-attacking Sinker and causing them to almost stumble into Mom’s favorite vase. Or maybe between Comet trying to get Warthog and Meerkat to let him set Vandor on their backs and Boost reciting his zoology book up the staircase to bug Wolffe. Actually, likely after ba’vodu Alph’s kids visited one day and created more chaos in two hours than the four of them had managed to make in a week.)

The aquarium was across the city from the zoo. While it was smaller in perimeter, it had multiple floors, something the zoo was unable to do. Three levels in all, plus a sort-of-a-stadium where they held demonstrative shows, and seemingly more crowded than the zoo.

Given the space differences, the number of people was likely the same. But due to the closer quarters, staying together and not splitting up— intentionally or not— would present itself as a challenge.

The entrance had been filled with people packed like sardines. Somehow, the Koons had made it through without incident and then were off to the nearest bit of wall to plan. Immediately, Sinker slumped against it. Boost had been the one to grab a map this time; he took his time making a show out of unfurling the paper.

“This place looks sofishticated,” buir stated. More puns, because what is a Koon family trip without them, apparently. Not that he was wrong; the place was an odd cross between neoclassical and modern architecture. Like someone mashed Ancient Greece and the city’s downtown into one building and somehow pulled it off.

“Why yes, yes it does,” Boost responded with a dramatic flair. He scanned the map, then folded it up, tucking it under his arm. “We’re going to the sharks first because I said so.”

Buir leveled him with a look but when his other three sons shrugged their shoulders, off they went.

The sharks weren’t in the immediate vicinity. Instead, it was across the building and on the second level. A quick trip through the nearest staircase and a walk across, and they were there. A plastic reef greeted them as they walked into the exhibit.

Once inside, glasses lined both lines, holding a rainbow of fish, flora, and other marine creatures. Sharks swam about, minding their own business and going about whatever giant fish did on a daily basis. Some of the tanks only held certain species of sharks, while others (the larger ones) held a wide array.

Informative signs stood wedged in corners and in front of the glass. Comet spent his time pointing out things mentioned on signs in real life. Sinker simply observed, and Boost began to talk their ears off once more. The zoology book he had gotten at the zoo had just added fuel to the fire.

Chat: Fett Dynasty

Banana Sink

Boost stop talking and let me enjoy the killer fish in peace challenge

Hunter-Gatherer

...what

Thorn In Your Side

You good there, Sinker?

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

We’re by the sharks. Boost is flaunting his zoology brain again

Green Man

I approve

Banana Sink

You don’t get a say in this, Mr. Biologist

We’ve been at the aquarium all of 10 minutes and he hasn’t shut up once

Sixes

r.i.p. your ears

Have fun

Banana Sink

Gree please adopt him, kidnap him, something!

It’ll do both of us a favor

Old Man Dad Bly

Gree, vod, Do Not

Green Man

Sorry, ori’vod, that sounds like a good plan…

Lakes

Have fun, Gree

I’ll be ready if you just so happen to need bailing out

Regardless of what was happening between the cousins, Boost ignored the notifications and continued to talk more. Honestly, not that that was a surprise. He probably couldn’t even feel the phone buzzing over how fast his vocal cords were working.

As they moved towards the exit, buir turned, stated, “Stay jaw-some,” and continued on. Sinker shared an exasperated look with Wolffe before following after him. Comet raised an eyebrow, grabbed his eldest brother’s hand, and dragged him along.

They exited and Boost once again took charge, leading them to the nearest exhibit. This time: whales.

“Whale, whale, whale, what do we have here?” buir questioned as they entered and turned towards the first set of whales. Behind the glass was a trio of dwarf sperm whales— the smallest whale species, according to both the plaque and Boost’s running commentary.

“Is anyone going to keep a running number this time?” Wolffe suggested.

“I do every day,” Sinker admitted, “but not because I want to. It’s like a permanent fixture in my head to try to keep me sane as I listen to them.” At that, Comet snickered into his free hand. “He’s only at three but that’s bound to rocket sooner rather than later.”

“Tell me when he hits ten,” Comet said. Sinker rolled his eyes and nodded. They were all vulnerable to Comet’s requests and they knew it. Try as they might, it was hard to say no to him. Stupid baby brother effect.

The aquarium didn’t have as many kinds of whales as they did sharks. Besides the dwarf sperm whales, they had belugas, orcas, and a few others Wolffe didn’t bother reading the plaques of. At one of the tanks, one of the employees was feeding the whales.

Buir’s face lit up in sudden comprehension. He listened to Boost chatter on, and, after a pause where Boost caught his breath after an exclamation, opened his mouth. “You’re krilling me right now! That’s super cool!”

Sinker looked dead inside.

“Hey, cheer up, Sink,” Comet chirped at him. “Sometimes life can be over-whale-ming. It’s okay.”

“Not you, too,” he mumbled, dropping his head into his hands. Comet just laughed and skipped over to buir.

As Comet began to recount what just happened, Boost turned to the other two. “Did I just hear Comet make his own whale pun?” The look on Sinker’s face said enough. Boost laughed. “I’m so proud of him. You’ll be fine, Sink. Everything whale be okay. Whether that’s once we leave the exhibit or the aquarium is up to debate, though.”

“You stink.”

“No worse than you.”

They continued through the end of the exhibit with more bickering and teasing. The exit opened up into a hallway filled with people. Seeing the crowd, they stayed by the doorway but not blocking it. Buir turned toward his silver-haired son. “Is there anywhere you’d like to see? I fear we’ve been leaving you out of these decisions.”

He shrugged. “I’m fine with it. But seeing sea otters again would be cool.”

Consulting the map told them the sea otters were on a different floor. Once again, they wormed their way through the crowds, hands and arms grasped, until they came across a staircase and made their way to the third floor.

Unsurprisingly, the third floor had as many people as the other two floors did. One crammed walk and they made it to their destination. These exhibits were different from the ones they had seen so far. The sharks’ had been tanks filled almost completely to the ceiling. The whales’ had the same height of tanks but had been half-filled, leaving room for air and whatever tricks the smaller ones felt like attempting.

Instead, there was a shallower pool and many rocks for the sea otters to climb around on. All things considered, it didn’t look too different than the one they had seen at the zoo. And just like at the zoo, Comet began to wave.

A small otter wandered their way closer to the glass. It waved and Comet’s face split into a grin. How the Force was he this lucky with animals? He must radiate some pure, shiny, approachable vibes to them because this was uncanny.

“Aww,” buir said, watching the little bugger and his new friend wave at each other. “How otterly adorable.”

Whether he was calling Comet or the otter cute didn’t matter: either way, Sinker groaned.

“Oh, no!” Boost exclaimed. “Not an otter pun!” His raised voice and exaggerated gestures as he said it led Sinker to reaching over and punching him.

“Stop making fun of me.”

The maroon-haired teen’s face scrunched up. “I didn’t say anything related to you.”

“It was implied.”

“Would you rather I start listing facts about otters?” He raised an eyebrow at his younger brother.

“I’m good.”

“So I thought.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes as the duo turned back to the otters. Comet had made his way to the plaque and was scanning it for names. Continuing with his tradition of trying to find individual ones and waving to each, he exuded elation. His joy appeared to be rubbing off as other groups, both passing and watching the otters themselves, smiled at his antics and even beginning waving themselves.

Once done, he climbed on top of the plaque.

“Comet—” buir started but didn’t get far.

“I’m fine!” The ten-year-old flung himself off of his perch and onto Wolffe’s back. He slammed into him, immediately wrapping himself around his older brother’s torso and beaming.

“A bit of warning would’ve been nice,” Wolffe grumbled as he readjusted his vod’ika. He should’ve seen this coming, especially given how many times he’d carried around the stinker at the zoo. And his non-diminishing penchant for monkeying around.

Snickers came from behind them. Sinker and Boost, for sure. Probably some bystanders, as well. He turned just in time for Sinker to yank his phone down. The odds of a picture landing itself in the cousin chat and everyone teasing him grew higher with the grin spreading across the brat’s face.

His phone buzzed once in his pocket, then a fast-paced fourteen following it. Yep.

The look he threw his brother must’ve instilled some sense of fear in him. The thirteen-year-old gulped, then turned to their dad. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Dolphins!” Comet blurted out from behind Wolffe.

Boost nodded. “Yeah, let’s see the dolphins.”

And off they went once more.

Banana Sink

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Think Outside The Fox

Aww

Having a smiling kid on his back cancels out the scowl

Jurassic Park

Wow

It really does

Lakes

Petition to pay Comet to live on Wolffe’s back to cancel it out forever

Zzzzzz

Seconded

Green Man

I would pay to see that

Lakes

Smh Gree can you read I said that

Green Man

...

T-Mobile

I can pay him candy to stay until lunch

Lakes

Beautiful, ty

*hacker voice* I’m In

You’re a miracle worker, Boost

T-Mobile

Why thank you

It’s a talent of mine

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

@T-Mobile friendly reminder I’m missing an eye, not an ear

And I have never heard you whisper once in my life

Including 2 minutes ago

Neigh

That was so passive-aggressive I love it

Thorn In Your Side

😂 aliit, I love you guys so much

Think Outside The Fox

We know, Thorn

You remind us every 10 minutes

Lakes

So did it not work?

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

You’re really asking?

Getting to the dolphins was a quick trip on the level they were on. With no workers throwing out puns, buir, once again, took the responsibility upon himself. As they watched the mammals flip and goof off, he told them to his sons. “That was flipping fantastic” and “They have a legasea” came first.

When Sinker, predictably, groaned, he turned. “My son, I must have you know, all of my puns are on porpoise.”

Sinker groaned louder. “I know, buir. I know.”

While watching the flips and tricks, buir’s attention was drawn toward a flyer posted by the glass. It announced the daily presentation times, where the dolphins, seals, orcas, and other animals put on a show. Looking at the times on the paper and the one on his watch, he called his sons over.

“If we eat now and quickly, we will have ten minutes to make it to the stadium for the next show.”

With nods of agreement in response, the Koons set off for the restaurants. Seating outside of the food court-esque area allowed guests both buying and bringing their meals to stop and enjoy their time. Tables and booths packed with people spanned the area. After a few minutes of careful checking, Boost pointed out an empty booth for them to settle into.

Like at the zoo, the Koons brought their lunches. Sandwiches, cheese sticks, fruit snacks, and whatever else Comet and Sinker had snuck into the bags. The fruit snacks — dinosaur and shark themed — felt fitting for the occasion.

Sinker and Boost fell into their normal routine of bickering as they ate. Comet made comments at such precise moments there was no way he wasn’t trying to instigate a fight. The little stinker was too impish for his own good at times.

In fact, the bickering lasted so long and escalated so far that they missed the show. Bickering had overtaken eating, lunch extended, and suddenly buir noticed it was ten minutes past the show’s start time.

Comet pouted at the news; the two teens glared daggers at each other. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead.

With a sigh, Wolffe asked when the next show started. Buir thanked his eldest for reminding the group of the other opportunities and proceeded to look it up. In two hours, the search told them. With that, everyone finished eating, conversation now switching to more facts from Boost.

They packed up the remnants of their food and headed back inside the rest of the aquarium. People continued to mill about, many also coming off a lunch break. Their group gravitated towards a — somehow — empty bench and set the bag down. Comet plopped himself on the seat between the bag and the end. Sinker sat on the other side of the bag.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Anyone else need to?” buir asked. Shaking heads answered him. “Alright. Stay here, I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, buir,” Wolffe responded for his brothers. The rascals already zoned out and started doing their own thing. Their father set off in the direction of the bathrooms and Wolffe turned his attention to his vode.

Comet examined the map, though he appeared to be looking at the times of the demonstrations more than the building. Boost made himself comfortable on the far end of the bench, phone in hand. Sinker had his own phone out and — yep, there was a buzz. Sighing, Wolffe settled himself between Sinker and Boost and pulled out his own.

Jurassic Park

Fives, stop trying to convince people your full name is Fivestones

Sixes

Never!

Neigh

Did I read that right?

Jurassic Park

And stop trying to convince people Echo’s name is Echocardiography

ECHO Echo echo

It’s their fault for falling for it

Lakes

I’m sorry WHAT

Sixes

You see, when you have cousins named Pontius and Fox and literally all the names of the Koons and Unique and so on, it’s not that difficult to trick them

ECHO Echo echo

It really isn’t

Lakes

Wow, thanks for that

T-Mobile

I like my name a lot, thank you very much

Banana Sink

That’s not fair. I think subclan 2 has the weirdest names of all of us, not my subclan

Think Outside The Fox

I didn’t ask to be named this

Lakes

Mood

*hacker voice* I’m In

Yeah, but neither of you have changed it despite being legally able to

Green Man

CODY

*hacker voice* I’m In

What kind of name is Gree anyway

Green Man

DUDE

The texting continued, as it was bound to in the Fett clan. Wolffe frowned when he glanced at the time. It had been about fifteen minutes since buir had left. If there was a line, that’d be about right. Not too odd, but if it got any longer… eh, they’ll cross that bridge if they get to it. He shot off a quick text to buir, asking to text him when he was on his way back.

“Comet, stop poking Sinker.”

Said little brother stuck his tongue out but stopped. He moved on to poking and picking at the bench instead.

Thorn In Your Side

… aNyWay

I have news!

Think Outside The Fox

Is it really news if we all can guess what it is

Thorn In Your Side

Shevi

I have the privilege of announcing that the Annual Fett Family Gathering is happening in exactly a month and 3 days from today!

Think Outside The Fox

Why couldn’t you just put the date like a normal person

Thorn In Your Side

Because I knew it would bug you

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

I gotta say, that’s reasonable

Thorn In Your Side

Ty Wolffe

At least someone’s on my side here

Think Outside The Fox

I despise you all

Green Man

Aww we love you too Fox

Think Outside The Fox

Why do I even try anymore

Thorn In Your Side

So, yeah, further info to come

Keeling Over

Let’s avoid another Mud Incident this year, thanks

Hunter-Gatherer

I second that

Orange Gal

Lol of course you two do

But I agree

Zzzzzz

I still have pics if anyone wants them

Neigh

So evil, Zari, so evil

Zzzzzz

They include you, ori’vod 😁

Neigh

I Resent this

It had been over half an hour now. While the chat was always a source of amusement, it didn’t stop the concern seeping into Wolffe’s mind. Sure, the aquarium was busy, but not that busy. Thirty minutes was pushing it for a single bathroom; this place had multiple. He hadn’t gotten a text back yet, either.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing attention away from phones. “It’s been half an hour since buir left. Something’s up, don’t you think?”

Boost frowned. “That is an abnormally long amount of time.”

“Should we try calling him?” Sinker suggested.

“That’s a bit awkward to answer in the bathroom.” Boost crossed his arms as he made his point.

“Yeah, but he could always decline it and text us a response instead,” Sinker argued.

They did that, to no avail. No response, calling or texting. This was not a good sign.

The boys stood up, corralled themselves together, Boost putting on the backpack, and headed over to the bathroom to see what was up. Hopefully, nothing bad happened.

When they got there, there were a couple of people at the sinks, but that was it. No sign of their dad anywhere. There wasn’t a sign of an accident or kidnapping or anything, either.

“What,” Sinker stated.

“I have no clue,” Boost responded. They turned toward Wolffe.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I have as much of a clue as you do.” They stood in silence for a moment, Comet glancing between the other three, waiting for a reaction. “Let’s check the other bathrooms. Maybe he went to a different one?”

Buir didn’t show up at any of the bathrooms on the level. Again, there were no signs of struggle or of anything bad that could’ve occurred. They agreed it wasn’t likely he’d gone to another level. As they went back to the bench they had occupied earlier, the irony of the situation fell on Wolffe. They had stayed as a group specifically so they didn’t lose Comet and in the process ended up losing their dad. Shi kaysh jate‘kara.

“We lost buir,” he said simply. Comet frowned; Sinker looked like he was holding in a laugh.

“That we did,” Boost agreed. “Have fun trying to get your way out of this one.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes and turned to the silver-haired teen. “Any ideas, provided you’re going to keep your promise?”

Sinker’s eyes widened. “I was hoping you forgot about that,” he mumbled like it hadn’t been only two weeks. He cleared his throat and said, louder, “Uh, how about the front desk?”

“They’ll have the announcement system to call him over,” Boost pointed out.

“Great. Front desk it is.” He took a hold of Comet’s shoulder in one hand, Sinker’s shoulder in the other. Boost led the way through the exhibits and rooms until they reached the entrance. A Visitor’s Services desk stood behind the ticket desk and they made their way over.

After the person in front of them left, they stepped up. Comet directly in front of him, Boost to his left and Sinker to his right. “What can I do for you boys?” the elderly lady behind the desk asked.

“We got separated from our father,” Wolffe said. Saying it out loud to someone who wasn’t one of his brothers increased Wolffe’s awareness of everything going on around them. Great. He pushed the urge to shift his weight away. This was fine. They were doing the responsible thing, after all.

The lady peered at them over the top of her glasses like she belonged in a movie with a judgemental librarian and not on an aquarium staff. She was definitely taking stock of how old he and his brothers were. “Is this a frequent occurrence?”

“No, this is the first time.”

“Well, as parents get older, things like this can occ—-”

“He’s not that old,” Wolffe cut her off.

“Yeah, he’s like, forty-something, right?” Boost piped up.

Wolffe turned to the teen and frowned. “You didn’t need to share that.” He got a shrug in response. His phone buzzed and he turned toward his other teenaged brother. “Give me your phone.”

Sinker narrowed his eyes at him. “Why should I?”

“No repeats of the zoo.” He held out his hand expectantly. Sinker rolled his eyes and handed it to him. He turned and did the same to Boost, just in case.

All the while, the lady watched them with a sharp eye. “Has your father had memory problems?” she said, bringing their attention back to why they were there.

Wolffe scowled. “No, and I don’t see why that’s pertinent information. Can you help us locate our dad or not?” Comet leaned back a smidge and gave his chest a headbutt with the back of his head. Wolffe glanced down and Comet gave him a small smile.

They stood in silence as they waited for a response. Again, it seemed like the lady was trying to nitpick details about them and what they meant by observing them. Finally, she pushed her glasses up her nose and sniffed once. “I can make an announcement and try to call him here.”

“That’s all we’re asking for.”

After giving the necessary information, the Koon boys were shuffled to the side. They waited near the desk as the intercom stated Plo Koon to the Visitors' Services Desk. Your children are waiting for you. The lady continued to help other people. Everyone seemed to be getting the same supercilious treatment they had received.

The minutes passed slowly until a frantic movement from by the entrance to the aquarium-proper caught Wolffe’s eye. It was buir, politely not-quite-rushing his way through the crowds to his sons.

Comet looked at Wolffe, then in the direction his ori’vod was looking. He perked up, a grin stretching across his face. “Buir!”

“Comet! Wolffe, Sinker, Boost.” He came to a stop in front of them.

“Where were you?!” Boost exclaimed. “We looked, but you weren’t in any of the bathrooms.”

Buir’s eyes widened in dawning realization. “I didn’t go to the bathroom,” he admitted. “I got sidetracked by the jellyfish. They are quite fascinating to watch.”

The jellyfish? That was some detour. He must’ve seen the sign for them and forgot his original plan since they were smack dab in the middle of two of the bathrooms. Boost had almost gotten sidetracked when they were searching for buir, but Wolffe had kept him on track. Like father, like son, it seemed. Maybe if he had let Boost get sidetracked, they’d have found buir themselves.

“How about we all go to the bathroom this time, and then the jellyfish?”

“Yes, that sounds like a better plan,” buir agreed. Then, they were off, phones given back, and hoping nobody else got lost.

Banana Sink

We lost buir this time

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

This is exactly why I took your phone in the first place.

Think Outside The Fox

Fjadskldfsa

Guys, we found Wolffe’s talent

Losing his family members in public

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Gee thanks

Lakes

Any details to share?

T-Mobile

He was going to go to the bathroom but got sidetracked by the jellyfish

Which,,, fair enough

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

So nowhere near my fault this time

Banana Sink

He had to explain to this scowly lady what happened

It was super funny

*hacker voice* I’m In

You actively tried to avoid it and it still happened

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Again, not my fault

*hacker voice* I’m In

That has got to be the funniest thing I’ve heard all day 😂

Green Man

Wolffe,,, Wolffe, buddy

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Don’t

Green Man

How?! 😂

*hacker voice* I’m In

Petition to get GPS trackers for Wolffe for his aliit

Jurassic Park

I second

Keeling Over

Same

Thorn In Your Side

Definitely

Sorry Boost and Sinker

T-Mobile

No, I totally get it

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

I hate you all

----

The jellyfish were as enrapturing as buir claimed and Boost had anticipated. One more pun was given as everyone (even Sinker) stood preoccupied by them: this has been a jelly good day! There was something mystical about watching these creatures with no heart or brain swim around and just exist. Comet even made a reference to Finding Nemo when he saw some smaller ones. Sooner than they expected, buir’s alarm had gone off. Close to an hour had passed and none of them had noticed.

Finally, the family made their way, on time, to the show. They snagged seats approximately halfway up the stands. No splash-zone to worry about this time, either, the workers assured. The front walkways had to be accessible for wheelchairs and a surprise in the show. As a result, the stands themselves were closer and they ended up with about the same view as they had at the zoo.

Comet somehow got his hands on the flier buir had passed over on their way in. The flier about ‘adopting’ various animals at the aquarium. “Look at this!” he exclaimed, shoving the paper towards Wolffe.

Adopt a penguin! Yep, that was why buir had avoided it earlier. And likely not quite what Comet thought it was.

Assured Wolffe got a good look, he pushed it towards buir, nearly bouncing in his seat. “Can we please adopt a penguin, buir?” he asked, pulling out the big guns. And by big guns, that meant his cutest puppy dog eyes. “Gedet’ye, buir.” And switching to Mando’a, so it seemed.

Buir considered his options for a moment. “Do you have any money to help pay for it?” he asked gently.

Comet pouted. “Nayc.” He swiveled toward Wolffe. “Ori’vod, tion’nari gar gan—”

“No.”

The pout deepened. Buir reached out and patted his youngest’s back gently. “I’m sorry, ad’ika, but we don’t have the money for that. While it would be quite the experience to adopt one, we don’t have the money to have a dog, cat, and penguin.”

“Okay.” He crossed his arms, only to immediately uncross them and sit up straight as the show began.

Dolphins, seals, and beluga whales performed various tricks while the trainers spouted facts and puns. Sea otters tottered around the ground level and interacted with willing audience members. With every pun, Sinker’s vexation increased and Comet’s and Boost’s elation skyrocketed.

A loud gasp escaped Comet when they brought the rockhopper penguins out to waddle around. “Buir, buir, buir,” he chanted, shaking their father’s arm. “Can I take pictures of them on your phone?!” Chuckling, buir complied and the ten-year-old spent the rest of the penguins’ appearance captivated.

Once the show finished and provided plenty of entertainment, Comet proceeded to drag the family to the penguin exhibit. He couldn’t get enough of them. When they got there, buir leaned in close and said, “Why did the penguin hop across the street?”

“I dunno, why?”

“To get to the other rock!”

Comet burst into giggles and proceeded to take over what had essentially become Boost’s job in overflowing with facts about penguins. Although he loved all penguins, it was clear rockhoppers were his favorites. His earlier disappointment over not being allowed to adopt one had dissipated.

“Buuiiiiir,” Sinker whined with all the gracefulness of a disgruntled thirteen-year-old. “Stoooop, you’re being worse than the workers during the show.”

“Sorry, Sinker. I’ll try to play it more cool from here on out.”

The silver-haired teen slumped into his older brother, Wolffe’s chest muffling the groan he gave. “Why is this my life.”

Wolffe patted his back as he watched Comet have the time of his life. He was in his element here, surrounded by his favorite animal. It would be interesting to see how long this particular interest lasted. Wolffe could picture a future-Comet attempting to become a scientist just to go to Antarctica and see the penguins if it lasted long enough.

Once Sinker picked himself back up, he made his way to Comet. “By the way,” he said, tapping the ad’ika on the shoulder, “the rockhopper pun was the tenth of buir’s. He’s at eleven now and overall we’re at thirteen.”

“Thirteen?” Boost perked up. “Give me a minute and I can make it fifteen.”

Sinker rolled his eyes as Comet smiled. “I can help!” he offered. “I may have looked up penguin puns at home one day. I’ve just been letting buir tell them.”

“Go ahead.”

“Boost, waddle I ever do without you?”

“Let’s hope you never end up too icesolated to find out.”

Buir looked on the verge of tears of happiness; Sinker on the verge of tears of frustration; Wolffe rolled his eyes. “Alright, if that’s all, let’s go somewhere else.”

Comet protested and they stayed another ten minutes. Following that, they found themselves in the general area containing fish from all over the world. As the day dragged on, fewer people crowded the area, each having their fill of sea creatures and leaving. With that, buir allowed them to wander wherever they wanted, provided they stayed within the larger section.

Once Sinker wandered off to find a bench in a different area, buir turned toward Boost. “Any fin is possible, just don’t trout yourself.”

“There’s some-fin special about you. I’m glad you’re my dad.”

“Why thank you, Boost. If you think of a better fish pun, let minnow.”

“That’s a fintastic idea. Will do.”

Half-twirling around, the maroon-haired teen wandered off to examine more tanks. Comet quickly followed him and the two struck up a quiet conversation as they observed crabs and fish. Wolffe stood next to his dad, watching them for a while. Eventually, they split up to visit different exhibits, leaving their ori’vod and buir standing there.

Inside the section of the exhibit they stood in, nobody else was in. When the family had entered, it had been as crowded as rooms were getting at this time of day. Now, all the other guests — like the three youngest Koons — had left for other ones.

Side by side, they watched river fish swimming around. Bluegills and walleyes and trout and more. Without anyone else around, bubbling could be heard from the tanks. That, and the faint whir of the air conditioning. Minutes past and neither dared break the peace which had settled.

A fish started zig-zags when Wolffe cleared his throat. “I think Mom would’ve enjoyed today.”

Buir hummed, hands folded and resting on his torso. “She would have. Especially Comet’s newfound love for penguins and Boost’s for zoology. She was always so excited to watch you boys learning and growing.”

Wolffe remembered her enthusiasm when he and Fox figured out how to rush-attack Bly, Gree, Ponds, and Keeli without them suspecting and had dashed over to tell her and ba’vodu Courey when they were six at a family reunion. Their older cousins had been fourteen, twelve, ten, and eight respectively, and hadn’t even been close to seeing it coming. She had responded with so much joy and happiness to his excitement that six-year-old Wolffe couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of her smile and praise.

There was also that time when he was nine, Boost was five, and Sinker was three, months before Comet was born. Sinker had been preoccupying Dad with something in the corner while Mom had, ever so patiently, helped Boost and Wolffe create customized magnets for NiNi’s birthday. She encouraged their ideas and helped with the difficult steps and shapes. Her hugs when they finished rivaled only those from NiNi. Full of love and warmth and care for her sons.

Most of his memories of her involved that warmth in some shape or another.

“Sinker would be surrounded by even more puns.”

Buir chuckled. “That he would. That he would.”

Memories overtook the two as they remembered just over a decade ago. Silence stretched between them once more while they reflected.

That is, until Sinker came barrelling back into the room. “Did you know they have stingrays here?! Let’s go!” He grabbed their hands and attempted to drag them along while walking backwards.

Right as he appeared to be getting the hang of it, Comet popped up behind him. “Sinker, watch—”

Wolffe lurched forward as Sinker and Comet hit the ground, but managed to stop from falling himself. Buir, having let go in time, watched on, concern and amusement mixing in his eyes.

“Well.” Sinker stood up.

“Thanks for that,” the ten-year-old said, frowning. He pulled himself into a sitting position.

“Sorry. Did you see they have stingrays here?”

“That’s why I came back here, actually.”

They shared a look, then looked at buir. “We were headed that way, weren’t we?” he intoned.

Boost emerged from the doorway. “Did you see the stingrays?”

Sinker pushed him back through the door as Comet picked himself off the ground. “You’re the third person to say that. Let’s go.”

The other two cheered and raced after him. Wolffe shook his head at his brothers’ antics and followed after them, buir not far behind him.

----

Part of the aquarium experience allowed guests to touch the stingrays, provided they washed their hands properly beforehand. The Koons followed procedures and participated. Sinker loved it so much he doled out his only pun of the day: this is a stingray of sunshine today. Buir was so proud, he ended early to take pictures of Sinker and the stingrays.

After that, they collectively decided they had seen enough of the aquarium and they were ready to head home. Buir announced that, like at the zoo, they would stop by the gift shop. This time was for small items only. If they did everything quickly, they’d be home in time for him to prepare dinner by the normal time. That got the brats moving quickly.

Comet somehow found a tiny stuffed Cape penguin that he immediately claimed was Vandor’s best friend and named Atoa. Boost got a small jellyfish squish-thing that seemed like half-stress ball, half-figurine. Sinker found a stingray magnet, of all things, and got a shark one for Wolffe when he didn’t look for anything.

Outside the aquarium, buir stopped them on the steps to take a picture.

“Great! We’ll print this one out, too, and then you can switch it out with the zoo one if you ever want!” Comet told Wolffe. Then he had used the stairs to climb on his shoulders once more and demanded to be carried to the car.

As they settled into the car and began the journey home, Wolffe pulled up the cousin chat and shared some of the news before either of the other teenagers did and completely exaggerated it.

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Did I mention Comet tried to adopt a penguin earlier?

Zzzzzz

Fdsjldk that’s so cute

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Not when you’re the one he asks for money to pay for it

T-Mobile

It was cute

I was there, I saw it happen

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Shush

T-Mobile

He even switched to only Mando’a

Idk why he thought that’d help him but it was cute

Old Man Dad Bly

Now that’s a Fett kid move, all right

Banana Sink

There was a total of 21 puns today

I almost died

ECHO Echo echo

If I didn’t know you, I’d be concerned those were 2 separate events

T-Mobile

Ignore Sinker

He said one of them, so he has no place to talk

Banana Sink

BOOST

T-Mobile

I am so glad you’re shotgun and I’m in the back

Thorn In Your Side

You guys heading back already?

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Well, Boost managed to drag us around the whole place this fast, so yeah

T-Mobile

😁 I have no regrets

Banana Sink

YOU SHOULD

Green Man

Speaking of regrets

I regret to inform you that Bly is being a sap again

Old Man Dad Bly

You were the one who asked

Green Man

I have No Idea what you’re talking about

Old Man Dad Bly

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Neigh

I know this wasn’t a surprise to me since Gree’s my ori’vod but are any of you surprised?

Hunter-Gatherer

Jurassic Park

Not really, no

T-Mobile

Nope

Orange Gal

Green Man

Alright, alright, I get the point

Thorn In Your Side

Oh, is it Expose Your Vode time?

I think Fox just crashed after staying up for 3 days straight

That’s why he hasn’t said anything lately

It’s been a few hours and even Rys and Corsica together couldn’t wake him

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Oh, again?

*hacker voice* I’m In

Wolffe

Wolffe what do you mean by again

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Happened a few times these past 2 semesters

Too much work not enough hours

Thorn In Your Side

...this makes so much more sense now

Lakes

What does?

Thorn In Your Side

He’s sent me some incoherent messages when he’s really sleep deprived this past year

I just thought it was one of his friends who stole his phone sometimes

Lakes

This just makes me glad Wolffe and Fox are going to the same college

At least someone’s there we know to look after him

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Yeah, his roommate and I complained about him together a lot

Orange Gal

LOL

The chat continued the typical Fett brand of chaos up until about five minutes before they got home. When they did, everyone went about, putting stuff away. Wolffe turned to head off to the kitchen to help buir start dinner when his phone started vibrating — consistently, not the odd pattern from the group chat, so it must be a call. He pulled it out, read the contact name, rolled his eyes, and answered.

“What do you want?”

“Well, hello to you, too, Wolffe.” Cody sounded much too amused on the other end.

“Fine, hi. Get to the point.”

He could practically hear Cody’s grin growing. “What would your dad say about you guys joining us for the Coruscant Deltas’ game against the Serenno Clankers?”

----

Mando’a Translations

Buir: Parent

Ba’vodu: Uncle, Aunt

Vod: Sibling

Ori’vod: Older Sibling

Vod’ika: Younger Sibling

Aliit: Family, Clan

Vode: Siblings, plural

Shevi: Silent (Shev'la is the adjective, so this is my approximation of the verb form)

Shi kaysh jate’kara: Just his luck

Gedet’ye: Please

Nayc: No (negative answer)

Ori’vod, tion’nari gar gan-: Roughly “Big brother, do you have” but it’s cut off halfway through have

Ad’ika: Little one, son, daughter

----

And that's part two! Thanks for reading! If you have any questions about the Fett Clan in this AU, feel free to leave a comment, ask, or message. Also, fun fact: Cross is the only one in the cousin chat who didn't say anything! (That's because he mostly lurks lol). There are more cousins than featured here, they're all just too young for a phone. They'll all be featured in part four. Also also: it has come to my attention that kih'vod is most likely the more accurate term for "younger sibling" and vod'ika is more of an affectionate term. For the sake of continuity in this series, vod'ika will still be used as "younger sibling" but my works outside of this will begin to use kih'vod.

Up next: Cody's, Rex's, Fives', Echo's, and Tup's brand of chaos meets the Koon's brand of chaos during a basketball game. Coming eventually!

#WKatMAM #commander wolffe #boost #comet #sinker #plo koon #b writes #pun wars #star wars #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars clone wars #sw: tcw #sw: cw #writing #modern au

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charity-angel · 7 years ago

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On Buns and Ovens (3/?)

[Part 1] [Part 2]

[Read on AO3] which I always recommend, especially on mobile, because formatting and cuts. Also, Mando'a translations.

The next time they were on Coruscant, Skywalker and Commander Tano immediately got dragged into the investigation at the Temple. Kix hesitated for a few hours before going to visit their senator, agonising over whether or not he should. In the end, the fact that she was aliit won out.

He could get away with going because she was theirs: perhaps not their elected representative, given that the clones were deemed to be Kaminoan in origin and therefore "their" senator was Halle Burtoni, but she had no interest in the vod'e beyond their commercial value. Senator Amidala, however, was known for her convictions about the clone army. Any brother could get away with visiting her, but especially one from either the 501st or 212th.

She was clearly trying to put a brave face on things when she greeted him in the Mando'ade fashion before showing him to a seat, but he could see where it was wearing on her. She was drawn and tired-looking, and she was moving with great care, lacking her usual graceful glide.

"What can I do for you, Kix?" she asked, so politely.

"Actually, ma'am," he said, glancing around at the handmaiden (Sabé, he was fairly certain) and the droid (the vastly irritating C 3PO), both standing unobtrusively off to the side, "I was wondering if there was something I might be able to help you with?"

At her curious look, he continued: "I have a friend - a birth-squad-mate of Rex's - in the Senate Guard. He... He commed me because he was worried: he noticed you seemed ill."

"I..." She seemed hesitant, something he wasn't used to her being. The senator was always so self-assured. "I'm fine, Kix, honestly."

Her attempt to brush him off might have convinced Ryll, given his relative inexperience when it came to patients dodging medics. It didn't fool him in the slightest. He leaned forward, clasping his hands together and resting his forearms in his lap, and met her eyes levelly.

"I think we both know that you aren't ill, senator," he said, and watched her eyes grow wide. Her hands clasped protectively over her abdomen, and Sabé stepped forward, coming to stand at her mistress' side. She glared at him, and wasn't mollified by Amidala's hand on her arm.

"Threepio, leave us please." The droid made a noise of insulted protest, and muttered objectionably to himself as he tottered, otherwise obediently, from the room.

"Sabé, this is Kix. I have trusted him with my life many times before today, and I..." She swallowed hard and steeled herself before continuing: "I trust him with Anakin's life every day."

She studied Kix's reaction to that, and laughed softly. "You already knew."

He couldn't help but smile. "My lady, the only surprise was that you admitted it. Jesse stopped running a book on it two years ago because the odds were too short."

She shook her head, and tugged at Sabé's arm to get her to sit, so that she wasn't trying to intimidate Kix any longer. The handmaiden perched herself on the arm of the sofa, still eyeing Kix carefully.

"I shouldn't be surprised by that,” the senator said wryly: “my husband is less than subtle on occasion. But, how did you know about the baby? I haven't told anyone except Sabé."

Kix shrugged. "My brother Jesse would tell you it's because I'm clever. Honestly, though, I'm just observant. I had to look up some things, since this is something I was never trained for, but it all fit."

She had laughed at a certain part of his explanation. "No, I imagine your teachings focussed somewhat more on battlefield surgery than on gynaecology or obstetrics."

"Just a touch," he agreed, laughing. "But I have read up a lot in the last few weeks, and if you ever need anything, and I'm close enough, please come to me. If I’m not, and I’m not in the middle of a battle, comm me."

She nodded. "Thank you, Kix, I will. I'm sure you've worked out that I'm not seeking medical attention because of our circumstances, with Anakin being… well, and the Naboo traditions too. Is... Does anyone else know?"

Kix nodded. "Rex, because Lingo contacted both of us, and he was worried. He's been running interference with General Skywalker, making sure he hasn't paid so much attention to what's going on back here, with you. Jesse found out by accident: I fell asleep while I was reading, and he found me with the open page in front of me. He's intelligent enough to draw conclusions. I think Ryll knows something’s up, because I’m reading as much as he is these days, but he doesn’t know what."

Instead of her being cross, she was smothering a smile. "Ahsoka has told stories about your sleeping habits," she said. "I believe Jesse voices his opinions regularly. Your aliit believe you work too hard, Kix, although they are not ungrateful for your dedication."

She reached out to him, and took his hands in hers. “I am grateful too, to have such a good friend that you would do this for me and Anakin. Please, though; don’t push yourself too hard in trying to learn everything. I don’t want you or your work to suffer because of one faulty implant.”

He squeezed gently. “My lady, this is part of my work. And, let’s face it, at the end of the war, medicine is my best marketable skill. I know some about Togruta women because of the commander, but if I can only treat 50% of the Human population, then I’m no damn good, am I?”

She chuckled. “I suppose not; not unless you specialise in proctology. I don’t suppose you’ve come across…? I know that breast pain is to be expected, but I’m also experiencing aches low down too.”

She touched a hand briefly, very low – much lower and he would have to be worried about Skywalker hunting him down and murdering him (and Jesse wanting details). Too low to be uterine pains, not this late on.

“It could be your pelvis,” he said, thinking carefully. “The ligaments are all relaxing to increase the diameter, make it easier for the baby to be born.”

“Oh. Oh!” Her face lit up with understanding, and Sabé looked distinctly relieved too. “That makes sense. I wonder why no-one ever tells you about that kind of thing?”

“I imagine it’s mentioned on those discussion forums on the net,” Sabé commented dryly. “Of course, we can’t be seen to be accessing that kind of thing.”

Kix was surprised by that, but then again, the senators were supposed to be completely open about their doings. Perhaps they were monitored in the same way that the clones’ terminals were? Kix at least had some discretion because of the nature of his job (and Jesse worked wonders in securing connections from monitoring): no-one would have been able to look at his recent project.

“My skin is itching too,” the senator said, pulling Kix out of his muse over network security. “I’ve been using lotions to soothe it. I assume that’s down to the stretching?”

Kix nodded. “That’s another perfectly normal thing to happen, and you’re doing the right thing. Keeping your skin supple is the best way to prevent scarring, and to help it bounce back afterwards.

“I didn’t bring my kit with me – I thought that might bring too much attention to my visit – but if you feel like visiting the barracks while we’re planet-side, I’ll give you a check-up, make sure everything is okay with both you and the ik’aad.”

She smiled at him. “I will do just that, as soon as I can fabricate an excuse. And, I suppose, as soon as I can tell Anakin. Do you have any idea when he’ll be free?”

Kix shook his head. “I know he and the commander are both tied up with this investigation right now. There’s not a lot we can do to help out until they find the hut’uun who did this.”

She sighed. “It’s just terrible. I can’t believe anyone would want to harm the Jedi. But perhaps at least I can perhaps visit the men, to help boost morale? And then I can give Anakin some good news when I can finally pin him down – I’ll be able to tell him that we’re both healthy.”

[Part 4]

#star wars #clone wars #swtcw #tcw #kix #padmé amidala #padmé's pregnant #sabé #kix is kind of scared of sabé #the wrong jedi arc

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cinvhetinordo · 6 years ago

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Nicci Ordo vs Jorval Kad Ordo

[21:02] Jorval Ordo | The former chieftain's ship landed in the port of Iziz, and he stormed in the direction of the woman who replaced him. The young berserker shoved through the crowd, grunting as he pushed each aruetii aside along the way. It was unusual to choose this as the place of battle, but these were unusual times. Once he laid eyes upon Nicci, his Dathomiri lance sprang to life. A quick jolt of electricity sparked at its zenith to herald his arrival. Finally - the man spoke, a snarl more beast than man erupting from the helmet's vox: "Nicci of Ordo, we meet again." he began, "Cantar has meddled in our family and robbed me of my place - given it to you. Now I challenge you. The victor lays claim to the aliit."

[21:03] Jorval Ordo | One of the people he shoved was Bentley

[21:03] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) is shoved aside. Oof.

[21:04] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata soon jetpacked downward, having determined the location of the duel, he lands on his feet and simply crosses his arms to observe the duel.

[21:07] Nicci Ordo just looked at him, rather calmly, "Really? 'We meet again?' You sound like a villain from a bad holoflick." she chuckled, dragging the swords at her back out of their sheaths. "I was on my way back to Dxun from a supply run, but here will do. I accept your challenge, Jorval Kad Ordo."

[21:11] A'drol Notimo would lean over to his alor "honor dual?" he's ask in a somewhat curious tone

[21:12] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata turns to his fellow Cabur "Lek. A duel for leadership of their Aliit."

[21:13] A'drol Notimo folded his arms and nodded "aaaaah.."

[21:14] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 09

[21:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 16

[21:19] Jorval Ordo brandished his lance - that which he claimed after overcoming the the witches so long ago. He gripped it in both hands, the trident-like prongs aimed toward his opponent as electric sparks occasionally jumped between them. He waited patiently for the other warrior to make preparations, draw her weapons and assume her stance. He awaited her first move.

[21:22] Nicci Ordo brandished her blades, noting he still used the two handed weapon he had won on the verd goten she gave him long ago. She ignited her weapon and lunged at him, aiming her first blow for his exposed shoulder.

[21:22] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[21:24] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[21:28] Jorval Ordo | The two berserkers clashed. Jorval stepped back as the woman lunged. Her skill with those wretched blades was legendary - he needed to keep her back. His lance shot forward, intercepting the swinging blade and catching it in its prongs. He pushed the sword - and her arm - down into the ground with a snarl before he raised his boot and aimed a Spartiate kick directly into her abdomen.

[21:28] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 15 [Strength:10]

[21:32] Nicci Ordo fell backward, winded briefly, used her jetpack to give her the boost she needed to get to her feet and continued the ferocity of her attack by stabbing both swords downward, aiming at his upper legs while trying to avoid the polearm he wielded so expertly.

[21:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[21:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[21:33] Mand'alor (theminion) stood at the edge as he'd just entered Onderon. It was close enough to his point of interest that he could frequent it and learn the people he needed to. And now, in the center of the city, the product of his designs showed itself. And as an artist examined his work afterwards or an architect examined their final product; so too did he. With disdain. Perhaps now, as he stood, an d watched himself being the instrument in dividing a Clan, he despised what he'd done. A frown etched into his face under his helmet as deep as the canyons on many worlds. After a few moments he'd click his commlink on towards Jekai, and Jekai alone. "I caused this rift. Out of rage. Out of anger. And it sent echoes, Jekai. It rippled through this, made issues between us. What do I do?"

[21:37] Jorval Ordo managed to avoid the blades once again, though by the skin of his teeth. They grazed the lining over his unprotected thighs as he slid back, even slicing through the fabric despite leaving the skin intact. Immediately he retaliated with the sharpened ends of his lance - aiming a thrust into her exposed inner thigh. The shock carried with it too, would be a factor.

[21:37] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[21:37] Jekai Kryze made his way to the duel. It was worth watching. He loved combat. His comlink chirped in his helmet and he fiddled for a moment, looking for the accept button on his hud. "Accept.", he states. "No...no don't call the receptionist. ACCEPT.", he says. The comlink picks up. His vox would turn off, and all further comms would be in IMs. He marvels at the fight and enjoys himself.

[21:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[21:44] Nicci Ordo's growled as his lance was thrust into her inner thigh, making her teeth tingle as the electric current washed over her entire body, leaving a dizzying effect. Shaking herself, she spun her blades upward and much like she had done to Cantar, attempted to stab Jorval through the armpit that held the lance.

[21:44] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[21:45] Mand'alor (theminion) winced visibly as he spoke on comms before muttering, "Damn butcher,"

[21:46] B3, Shev's droid floats over to Jekai and looks to him "-EEP-"

[21:50] Jorval Ordo was not fast enough this time - and he would pay for choosing not to put any armor on his arms, whatsoever. The woman's blades impaled his armpit, cleaving through the flesh and shooting out from the top of his shoulder. Blood sprayed violently in all directions, spattering over both combatants whilst Jorval let out a roar of pain. It pushed him toward rage - rage was good. The sheer pain caused him to drop his weapon, but his other arm was still free. He would try to ram his armored forearm directly into her visor - as hard as he could - to create the distance he so desperately needed.

[21:50] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[21:50] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[21:51] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) grips the vibroaxe resting idly on his shoulder. He hadn't expected to find two mandalorians fighting... in fact it had been a long time since he had been around the beskar-clad warrior people in a long time. He knew the implications of what this duel meant in terms of the combatants personal honour, but also what was at stake here; the future of a clan. With great interest, he watches the exchange of blades. So far, it seems, this was still anyone's fight.

[21:53] Nicci Ordo's poor taped up visor got broken apart, easily really. Cantar had already done the damage to it and she had not had the time to make proper repairs, and was now paying for it. Glass scattered all over the duracrete around them. Growling, more at irritation of herself for not getting it fixed, she took the other blade and slammed it down on his right shoulder, trying to sever the arm completely.

[21:53] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:54] Jekai Kryze cheers as the two fight. "Hell yeah! Give her another hit Jorval! Kick his ass Nicci!", he declares. The springy fighter pilot jumps up and down a couple times and swings a fist at an imaginary foe.

[21:55] Mand'alor (theminion) grunted audibly as he heard a visor crack and glass splinter. His eyes moved back and forth. Part of him worried incessantly that what he'd done would end in death of a Mandalorian. Jekai's exuberance was met with Cantar's worry. There'd be several loud pops as he fiddled with the holster on his belt. Click. Click. Click. Almost like a nervous habit had surface in the worst moment.

[21:57] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata momentarily noticed Mand'alor fiddling with his holster. He shortly moves to rest his hand on his own weapon and shook his buy'ce

[21:57] Jorval Ordo | The warrior was in a race against time. Blood rushed from his newly-gaping wound, and yet he managed to conjure the will to thrust that very arm forward, his gauntlet acting as a shielf against her blades. They cleaved into the durasteel, digging themselves in and knocking the man down, and so they would be stuck for precious seconds. In that time his other hand scrambled for his lance, taking it, and thrusting it with a roar into her own armpit. The battle of the pits was nigh.

[21:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Rau(ARC1504 Resident) has reset their character.

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[21:59] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) frowns under his helmet as some the broken visor's glass impacted against his boot.

[22:02] Nicci Ordo was almost flattered someone had mimicked her tactics. She was also surprised, and only barely managed to getaway from it. She aimed for the same spot yet again, his right arm, trying to focus on his weak spot, and most of all make him drop that damned weapon that he seemed to be so lethal with.

[22:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[22:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[22:04] Mand'alor (theminion) grunted at Shev'la. There was an almost irritated sound to this one, like he was assuming he would draw and fire DURING a duel. Blood seemed to pour everywhere, on the streets, on their armor. At points, it was hard to tell who's it was. Nicci's, or Joval's? Fuck, did he bleed this much when she stuck him? Shit he must have, she'd impaled him in the same way. Or maybe he was already suffering from blood-loss and a concussion and had fuzzed memory. Click, Click, Click. The latch on the holster went, as they danced with lethal weapons and seemingly went to maim one-another.

[22:07] Jekai Kryze nudged Shev. "Did you See that hit?!", he says. "By Ha'rangir's left nut I miss this.", he remarks. The Pilot circles the battle, admiring it. He bites his lip. "Keep your footing! Thats it!", he says, to nobody in particular.

[22:08] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata looks to his previous Mand'alor as he nudged him before resuming his observation of Cantar before looking back to the fight "Lek, it's a fierce battle, Kryze'vod."

[22:08] Jorval Ordo tried to scramble to his feet, but Nicci's barrage was relentless and he struggled. The blades danced at him again, but he rolled out of the way in time and leaving a trail of blood in his wake. His right arm was all but useless, but he rose as fluidly as one would expect of an Ordo and, with his left hand, tried to thrust his lance into her side as hard as he could.

[22:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:09] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata He also momentarily determined Cantar was just playing with his holster and sighed to himself, relaxing his hand from his weapon.

[22:10] Nicci Ordo blocked the attack with his left hand, the blade she used as a shield ringing loudly as metal clashed against metal. Using the one blade to hold the lance at bay, she spun the other around and tried to bring it up into his armpit on the left side, trying her best to weaken both arms from holding the lance, even if his aim seemed not as good with the left.

[22:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[22:15] Jorval Ordo managed to step back as the blades pounced once again. He knew he couldn't afford another brush with them - one hit literally impaled his shoulder and rendered it useless, the second could be fatal. Failing in confidence of his left hand than he would have with the right he opted for a bolder maneuver: A charge. He ran forward, reclined his head, and tried to ram a Keldabe kiss directly into the exposed features beneath her broken visor.

[22:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[22:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[22:17] Jekai Kryze Cheered. "Another hit by big bull Ordo! You got this Nicci! Give him the what for!", he announces to both sides, offering encouragement.

[22:18] Nicci Ordo stumbled backward, shaking herself. Damnit, why does everybody always end up taking her down with some kind of knockout. In her stupor all she heard was jekai's stupid voice cheering them on like this was some kind of huttball game. Mental note to punch him later. She spun her blade around, and attempted to penetrate the man's ribs.

[22:19] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[22:20] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[22:23] Jorval Ordo managed to step to the side and adding another step to create even more distance between them. This created momentum for his next attack: Another charge. He conjured whatever strength he could to bring his right hand to his lance, keeping it in both hands to maintain stability, and running forward before attempting to drive it into her abdomen yet again.

[22:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:25] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[22:25] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:28] Nicci Ordo twisted her body around to avoid the blow of the lance to her abdomen, bringing her arm up until her blade was lifted high, which she again tried to bring down forcefully on his right shoulder, still dizzy from his blow to the head from before, and somewhat forgetting she should probably be trying to take out the left arm now instead of the right. She was just swinging now.

[22:28] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:32] Jorval Ordo | The blade hit its mark yet again, and this time it was catastrophic. The force behind the blade cleaved into the already-battered arm with relative ease. In a mere second, everything from the bicep and down was severed, and fell to the ground with the bloodspray that followed. another pained howl followed. Jorval's vision went red. He needed to do something now, before he passed out. His visor fixated on his opponent, dropped his weapon, and rushed forward, recoiling his left first before hurling it forward at her face with such force, it would perhaps draw the attention of Har'angir himself. All the while he roared in a mix of pain and rage as the floor grew slippery with his blood.

[22:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[22:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:34] Jekai Kryze "IBAC DALYC!!", he declares, at Nicci's hit, albeit with a bit of a cringe at the bloodshed. "Give it everything you've got!", he states, cheering them both on still.

[22:36] Nicci Ordo was taken aback that he had THAT much strength in him after cutting his arm off. He knocked her helmet clean off her head, leaving her face exposed but not doing much damage otherwise. She swiped her bloodied blade downward at his kneecap, now trying to get him off his feet.

[22:36] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[22:37] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[22:37] Mand'alor (theminion) knelt, and gripped the hand as he hoisted it and began checking the end of the muscles. Cut was fairly clean. "Shev. Go send your droid to get ice," he'd off as he started cleaning the end of it off again,"

[22:39] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata nods, moving his hand over "B3, get a cooler." "-EEP?-" "Kriff..." He tossed the droid some credit chits. "Just buy one from a store or something and make it fast." "-EEP-" the droid flew off to the nearest store.

[22:39] Mand'alor (theminion) shifted the arm around a bit before abruptly passing it to Jekai, partially to see what he'd do.

[22:40] Jekai Kryze didn't stop. He put it under his arm and kept circling. He'd give it back to Jorval when it was done. Aint no time to stop this rage train!

[22:40] Mand'alor (theminion) was disappointed. Jekai did not play arm hot-potato with him.

[22:41] Jorval Ordo was in the midst of a bloodrage at this point. He didn't care where the blade swung, or that his fist missed. He merely charged forward again while bellowing unintelligible war cries. This was what an Ordo berserker looked like. The blades cleaved themselves against his chestplate rather than than the legs as they were intended. There was no finesse in this, he merely raised his leg again for a spartiate kick, but instead tried to ram his boot into her face.

[22:42] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[22:42] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:44] B3 takes a cooler from the shelf and moves to check out... until someone spotted the droid and assumed he was shop lifting "HEY!" Shouted a shop keeper nearby. "-EEP!-" The droid dropped the cash and the cooler and flew off.

[22:44] Meanwhile at Space-Mart****

[22:46] Nicci Ordo was kicked in the chest instead as his leg missed it's mark, her armor taking the full force of the blow which only caused her to stumble back a bit. She licked her lips, living for fights like these, and it had been a while since she had had one this delicious. She wiped the blood from her nose before charging him again, this time using her elbow to smash into his visor as hard as she possibly could. Might as well send him to the repair shop as well with her own poor buy'ce.

[22:46] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:51] Jorval Ordo was too slow. He was growing weaker, and it showed. The woman's elbow rammed itself directly into his visor, smashing the glass and leaving his helmet in the same state as her's and himself stumbling back with a snarl. His existing hand reached toward it and ripped the helmet from his head, smashing it into the ground to finish it off before charging again. He had taken significant punishment and yet he still fought in the same state of passion as he started. Ordos lived for this bloodletting and it showed. He would bring his boot forward again, this time to her knee in an attempt to kick it in. With enough power, he could potentially break her knee and put her on the ground permanently .

[22:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 24 [Strength:10]

[22:53] Jekai Kryze clapped, his right hand slapping Jorval's hand. "Keep it up! Doing great!"

[22:57] Nicci Ordo brought her blade down to block the foot that tried to break her knee, deflecting said foot away as she got clear of it. He looked a lot different than he had before. Older. Redheads did not age that much so she found it a bit shocking, like a child that had grown up on her. Memories of her training him as a young kid crept into her mind, but she brushed them away to keep focused on the battle, but deep down this was a proud moment for her, fighting him like this. She balled up her fist and through her weight into her shoulder as she attempted to sock him in the jaw.

[22:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[23:01] Kaepiv Raed Ordo was, indeed, socked in the jaw. It had almost broken had he not rolled with it. His head was jolted by the punch, and blood trickled from his lips. Yet even then he did not falter. He had at least one more good hit in him, and he traded blows - the fame left fist was launched at her, also aiming at the jaw. This became a good old fashioned brawl. Regardless of the outcome, the dark-haired berserker was happy to have fought it. He wanted the challenge, and he got it.

[23:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[23:01] Jekai Kryze Stopped clapping, and placed the arm in the ice box. It would remain there. "Don't touch that please.", he says to Cantar. He called up a medical droid team to have the victor and defeated both ready to accept medical attention. He still offered cheers and support as he did so. "Have at it! One final effort!"

[23:03] The droid somehow had made it back with the ice box, despite the dramatic episode with the shop employee. "-EEP-" Shev looks to the droid "The hell?"

[23:04] Mand'alor (theminion) crossed his arms. He'd look at the two of them. "Cleaning droids'll be busy," he'd chide as he kept popping that safety latch on his holster off and on. Click. Click. Click.

[23:06] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[23:08] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) lets the end of his vibroaxe hit the ground with a smack. It seems like his excitement got the better of him, though who could blame him with a fight like this? Leaning his weight against it, he examines the damage done to the two fighters. Let it never be said that mandalorians were not a deadly folk.

[23:12] Nicci Ordo wasn't exactly hit in the jaw as he intended, it was worse. She was clocked on the side of the head, which she had already taken a blow to earlier. Her vision darkened, and she stood swaying there for what felt like a full minute, but was actually only a few seconds. She stumbled back a bit, and looked at him, definitely having completely forgotten basic when she muttered, "Meh gar cuyir slanar at goorar cuun ha'yr lo irud be Kyr'tsad gupu sto, narir a nidta o'r ner kovid." she said, before she fell backwards, hitting her head further on the duracrete and being knocked out cold. No stims were going to wake her up this time.

[23:13] Lady Kesmas Dreamwalker (marajade420 Resident) OOC: trying to rez in

[23:15] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) re-shoulders his vibro-axe. With the woman down, he had seen enough. The fight was over and both warriors had retained their honour. Ordo, it seems, would once again be under the guidance of Jorval. He turns to make his way out of the city and back to the unknown.

[23:15] Kaepiv Raed Ordo watched as Nicci fell, her last words weighed heavily on him. Blood continued to sput from the stub as the shaken and battered warrior slowly picked up his lance, looking toward the supposed Mandalore, and raising it toward him through shakes, "You.." He uttered, the hatred in his tone bleeding through as much as his wounds. It would be the last word from him as he finally succumbed. He fell down toward his side, on his worthy opponent. The two were an unconscious pile now.

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