#what the fuck Plo calm down sir

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Getting yelled at because here I am, fingers fractured and all, still typing shit about Kel Dor, Plo Koon, Dorin, and Papa Koon (Plo Koon's dad) when I should be resting.

But I have been though >: I have like 1823912839812 messages to reply to, reblogs to tend to, shit to do. But you know, when the call of Koon or call of Dorin beckons, I have to answer.

Four more days till I get to visit the clinic for X-Rays and shit. But you know, in the meantime, have a cute, wholesome, old man supporting all your foolishness as long as you stay hydrated, not hurt people, and continue to be kind to everyone ♥

Also, look at that slutty hand in the back that exudes such grace, it should be crowned itself ♥ I also see your knee, old man. Don't tempt me ♥

[starlightrows]

17 — Longing

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Hospitals, illness, depression

Summary: Wolffe made his choice, was it the right choice?

As the sun rose over Naboo, Slush watched from your window as the renegade team flew away. Part of him wished he could have been on that mission, but he knew it was far more important to be here with you. Someone had to be. 

Wolffe stepped on that transport and swallowed any semblance of fear or anxiety. He had to be focused on the mission. He had a job to do. Thousands of lives were on the line, including yours. This mission had to succeed, it had to. 

The journey was long and the mission was grueling. Seeing the ruins of Atraken with his own eyes was a nightmare of its own. Getting down to the fragments of the fractured planet was nearly impossible. Wolffe felt like a shell of a man combing through the bodies and debris in his bulky protective suit. 

He still felt like a shell of a man sitting on the transport back to Naboo with the source specimens that would hopefully be synthesized into a vaccine. He felt like he was watching himself from the outside, as he disembarked from the transport and was rushed into a decontamination chamber. 

He was assigned a room to rest and recover under observation from the medical droids while the raw source material was taken to a research facility to begin working on the vaccine. He felt detached from the whole situation, even this place and his own body. He laid on the bed and slept dreamlessly. He sat by the window and stared aimlessly at the sky. 

It wasn’t until almost three days later when he felt the sharp pin prick of the syringe administering the very vaccine he had just risked his life for, that he felt like he was seeing out of his own eyes again.

He turned to the medical droid “Where am I?” 

“Theed Memorial Hospital” he droid recited 

Wolffe stands from the bed he was sitting on and pushed passed the droid. He finds himself running down the hallways trying to orient himself in the space and figure out how to get to you. He finds his way back to the room he’s practically been living in for the past few months and pulls up short at the door. His hand inches from the keypad to enter. 

He has no idea how long he’s even been back on Naboo. To be honest he doesn’t really remember leaving or returning to this place. He has no concept of how much time has passed. You may not be in that room anymore. You may be gone already. You could have been gone for a long time. If he opens the door, what would he do if he saw an empty room? 

An acrid panic creeps up the back of his throat and invades his mouth, he feels like he might wretch. He backs away from the door and turns around, placing a hand on the wall opposite your door. His heartbeat feels like a battering ram against his ribcage, trying to crack his sternum and escape his body. Tears well in his eyes as he takes some deep breaths, clutching his chest and choking on his exhales. 

Suddenly the door opens behind him and a familiar hand is laid on his shoulder. Wolffe glances behind him and sees General Plo standing before him. Wolffe can not find a single word to say, he can only stand there in his state of sudden panic. 

“Breathe deeply and calm your mind” General Plo’s voice is steady and grounding. 

Wolffe does as he’s told and breathes deeply for a minute, eventually finding his voice again “Is… is she?”

“She received the vaccine yesterday morning” General Plo says calmly “And she is already showing marked improvement” 

Something in Wolffe snaps. It feels like a burden of immeasurable weight is lifted from his chest and he can breathe again. “Oh thank the fucking maker” he mumbles in disbelief 

“Before you go in, I want to speak to you about a few things” General Plo says, keeping his hand where it sits on his shoulder 

Wolffe nods, “Yes sir?”

“You have been in a dissociative state since returning from Atraken. Some of the others from your party seem to have been similarly affected. I spoke to Ahsoka about what you encountered there. I understand that response was partially due to the exposure to the toxins, but you also underwent an extremely traumatic experience” He explains “Please understand, you must take time to process this. I am here to help you should you need it”

“General… how long have we been back? I… I really don’t remember… most of it…” Wolffe admits

“Three days, and you were gone for nine” 

Wolffe nods… that is a long time for him to have almost no conscious recollection of it. 

“I understand… I don’t doubt it will, for a lack of a better word, haunt me… but right now… I just need to know it was worth it” 

General Plo gives his shoulder a gentle pat, “Of course” 

Wolffe steps back up to the door and presses the button to enter. He first sees someone standing by the bed, facing away from the door and adjusting the pillows. Slush turns around and grins seeing his brother standing at the door. Slush steps aside. 

There you are. Sitting up, propped up against pillows. Darkened bags still under your eyes and a dullness to your skin, but there is an unmistakable sparkle in your eye and a smile on your chapped lips. Stars how he’s missed your smile. 

Slush quietly backs out of the room and closes the door. Wolffe approaches slowly and lowers himself gingerly on the bed to sit next to you. He reaches for you, cradling the back of your head with a gentle hand. He leans forward to touch his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and a soft laugh coming through before he could even get out a word. 

“You’re awake” he says, hardly believing it himself 

“Thanks for not giving up on me” you chuckle weakly

He tilts his head and catches your lips, kissing you with gentle desperation. You have so little strength in your body, but you manage to lift your arms to hold him close to you and kiss him back. He pulls away and kisses the corner of your lips and up your cheek. 

“I love you” he whispers, as tears drip down his cheeks. 

—— 

In the days that follow he watches you do things that he never realized required so much physical strength. Simple things like getting out of bed, even sitting up right and coughing sapped what little energy you’ve gotten back. Still with each passing day, he can see how much better you’re doing. 

“I know I’m proving that maker forsaken saying that doctors make the worst patients, but stars I want to get out of his bed” you complain one day as Wolffe helps you lay back on the inclined pillows. You did better than yesterday sitting up on your own to eat the meager lunch the nurse droid brought by. 

“You’re really that anxious to get back in the fray?” Slush laughs a bit, taking the tray off the bed. 

“Not really. I guess I just want to feel like me again” you admit “Not used to the other side of all this” 

“You’ve never been hospitalized before Doc?” Slush sits in the spare chair and props his feet up on the edge of your bed 

“Well, I mean. I was shot at the battle of Osterra, and technically I was hospitalized for like half a day. As soon as that drugs kicked in, I was back on the front line” You’re almost certain you’ve told this story to the squad before “You’ve somehow managed to dodge every blaster bolt sent your way Slush” 

“Me myself? Yes. My ships I’ve flown? No, not even a little. I have definitely been hit while flying” he laughs a bit, then feels a bit guilty for even having this conversation in front of Wolffe. He goes quiet and avoids his eye. 

“Don’t even bother asking” Wolffe says coldly, pausing before going on “I lost this game right out of the gate. Took a bolt to the shoulder at the battle of Geonosis” 

Slush brightens back up, “Oh yeah! I forgot all about that!” 

There is a tap at the door before it opens, General Plo stands at the threshold and steps inside. Slush and Wolffe sit up straight but do not stand at attention. 

“Captain, it is a relief to hear your voice again” he says coming to stand by your side

“Thank you General” you smile. Even though General Plo’s face is mostly concealed by his breathing apparatus, you’ve known him long enough to discern his expressions. His words are happy but his face is concerned.  

“I wish I had better news for you all” he says, confirming your suspicion. 

Now Wolffe and Slush stand at attention, you try to sit up straight at the very least. Wolffe reaches out to assist you, “What is it? What’s happened now?” 

“The war has been stagnant. Suspended in time with the fate of so many hanging in the balance. Word of our healer's recovery is beginning to spread. Orders have been dispensed, The Republic means to take advantage of this situation” he explains 

“We’re being deployed” Slush says gravely, looking to you, still struggling just to sitting up right for more than a hour at a time. 

“Not yet. But we have been ordered to return to The Radiant, and be ready for deployment orders within the next several hours” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder “I came to wish you well Captain, and collect you both to leave immediately” 

Your heart sinks and your head hurts. But you understand that duty always comes first, and you’ve been exceedingly lucky these last few days to have the three of them here with you at all. Most of the others recovering in this hospital have no one. 

“Thank you sir” you nod “We will meet again soon” 

“Indeed” General Plo withdraws his hand “I will retrieve the ship from the hanger, be at the platform in 15 minutes for departure” 

“Yes sir” both of them answer as General Plo leaves. 

The room is silent for a moment, as you look between them. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I’ll be fine” you assure them. 

Slush nods and gives you a smile “Of course you are. You’re getting better every day. You’ll be back in no time” 

“Yeah. I’ll break myself out of here the second I can walk and bum a ride home. You’ll see!” You joke. 

Slush steps forward, and wraps his arms around you for a quick hug. You hug him back and give his shoulder a couple pats. “Thank you for staying” you say softly. 

He smiles and gives a half chuckle “See ya real soon Doc” and with that he leaves, making sure to close the door behind him. 

You turn to Wolffe, sitting in the chair at your side. He’s not looking at you. You reach out, and take his hand. 

“This is getting pretty old ya know” he says, finally looking at you with his brows stitched together in a mix of anger, sadness and fear. 

“What is?” You ask, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb 

“The war putting us apart from each other” 

You nod your head in agreement, frowning at the tension rising in your chest “Yeah” 

He sighs sadly, before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss. 

You don’t know what to say. You want to reassure him. Make him laugh and feel at ease. You don’t want to start crying. You don’t want him to worry about you. You want to get out of his fucking bed and go with him for stars sake. 

“Hey” you shake your entwined hands gently to get his full attention “You did the impossible. You and Rex and General Skywalker and Ahsoka. You saved the galaxy. You saved my life. You did that. Fuck this war. Fuck this universe trying to keep us apart. I’ll be better before you know it, I’ll come find you”

He cracks a smile “You’re going to terrorize those nursing droids until you can walk again” 

“I’ll be the first one discharged from his hospital, just you wait” he you grin 

“I’ll take that wager” he squeezes your hand, leaning in a bit 

“It’s a deal” you close the distance between you and kiss him. 

He savors the touch of your lips, the taste of your tongue, the pull in his chest when you kiss him. He is the one to finally break away, keeping close. He gently lowers you down to rest on the pillows, and strokes your cheek. He didn’t get to say goodbye the last time you were dragged apart, somehow this feels worse.

“Wolffe” you whisper, knowing your time is almost up, and your brave facade is breaking with the reality that he about to leave “Kiss me one more time, tell me you love me, and get on that ship…” 

He hesitates. Needing to see your face for just a moment more. He swallows the lump in his throat, and kisses you again. It is a firm and insistent kiss, following your orders but for his own sake. He savors it. He pulls away and puts his lips by your ear to softly say your name “I love you with all of my heart” he kisses your cheek, stands and leaves. The door swishes closed behind him. Tears spill over your cheeks and sobs make your body sore until you fall asleep. 

———

The trip back to The Radiant is uncomfortably quiet. Wolffe knows he will have to return to his role as Commander. These last few months he’s barely been a person, let alone a soldier or a commander of men. 

He knows you will be back. You’re alive. You’re somewhere safe. That’s more reassurance he’s had in months… years even. But he doesn’t have the strength to find comfort or joy in that sentiment. He doesn’t even have it in him to be angry. He’s just drained. Empty. Devoid of any feeling on the matter, aside from a dull throb of exhaustion. 

“We’re approaching The Radiant” Slush gives the warning. 

“Inform the bridge of our return, and tell them to await deployment orders from Coruscant” Wolffe responds, settling back into himself. Ensuring that he is not broadcasting his own feelings, or lack thereof. 

“Yes sir” Slush acknowledges before transmitting the message. 

The ship comes in for a landing in the familiar hanger, the team is ready and waiting to receive them. As Slush completes the landing cycle, Wolffe clears his throat. 

“Thank you” he says “For the last couple months” 

Slush clasps his shoulder and gives him a nod “I’m still with you Commander” 

“I have one more favor to ask of you” He says 

“Anything” 

“Keep Dr Faragian away from me” he makes sure to exaggerate the name 

Slush laughs “The day we get to transfer him off this ship, will be the best day of our lives” 

“Agreed” 

To Wolffe’s surprise and relief, General Plo takes the lead on addressing the waiting squadron. He confirms the rumors that have been going around that a successful vaccine has been synthesized, you are in recovery, and the war is not over. He tells them to be ready for deployment at any moment, it is likely they will be one of the first squads to receive orders.

Barely an hour passes before orders arrive and The Radiant is jumping to light speed, heading towards the next threat. 

Days pass into weeks. One mission wraps up and another is waiting. Wolffe trains with the team. Does meaningless paperwork. Attends meetings of strategy and war development. Eats. Sleeps. Bathes. He sort of just exists. 

He misses you. When he’s with the team, the group feels incomplete. When he’s alone, he feels incomplete. His feeling of emptiness comes and goes. There are bad days where he doesn’t feel like himself, he just feels like a vessel. And there are better days, where he misses you so much his chest hurts. He prefers those days.

———

Every day you push yourself to move your body in whatever small ways you can manage. You know you have to trust the process, healing takes time, especially without the aid of bacta. 

In a few weeks you’re able to sit up on your own and are given the go ahead to use a hover chair to get to and from the fresher on your own. The independence of this seemingly small task does wonders for your mental health and your resolve to get better. You use your hover chair privileges to leave your room and visit others in the hospital. Encouraging them to move their bodies and not give up hope. 

You urge the medical droids to allow you to start physical therapy. You want to move. You want to walk. You want to lead the way for the others to recover too. And you do. 

It is slow progress. But you keep at it. The day you’re strong enough to take a solid step without a walker or handrails, you are so happy you could cry. Your fellow doctors and medics around you at various points in their recovery progression are ecstatic for you. But you can’t wait to send a message to Wolffe and the team. 

You’re tired getting back into your bed. You know from the news and reading officers reports that the war has resumed in full force, despite still having very few medics. More and more new graduate medics and doctors have volunteered or been drafted on both sides. A few medics at other recovery centers have been returning to duty. You long to be one of them.

Neuromuscular rehab program is working. Took three steps unassisted today. Will be walking in no time! 

You smile to yourself as you hit send. You know he might not see it for a while. Especially if they’re deployed or on a different sleep cycle. You haven’t heard from him in a few weeks, so you assume he’s busy. Or he just doesn’t have anything to report. 

You miss him. You miss all of them really. You miss being Slush’s copilot. You miss teasing and laughing with them around a campfire or in the mess hall. You miss your office and your simple chambers. You miss your team. You miss your partner. You miss Wolffe. 

You want to be by his side when he addresses the squad. You want to share a meal with him, even if it’s just flavorless rations. You want tease him and make him laugh. You want to lay next to him in bed and feel his lips against yours. 

You roll over onto your side and hold one of your pillows close to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. You have to remind yourself of how far you’ve already come. Each new day, each new step gets you just a little bit closer to getting back to your normal life. You just have to stay focused and motivated. 

Your com device buzzes behind you, indicating a new message has come through. You make the effort to roll over and reach for the device, knowing it will be worth it to hear from him or your team. 

I’m proud of you 

You smile at the message. Short but sweet, and most definitely genuine. This is a monitored frequency, any exchanges using it have to be above board. Usually leading to short responses and unceremonious updates. But you know. You know he must be happy you’re getting better. You know he is proud of you. 

One step turns into three steps. Three into five and five into ten! You’re getting stronger with the exercises you’ve been prescribed. Your walking form is getting better and more stable. It’s not enough for you. You want to walk without fatiguing. You want to run! 

It is the hardest part. Transitioning from independent walking to jogging to running. You feel like you can see the finish line but can’t go any faster to reach it. You try to keep Wolffe updated, even when he can’t respond. 

Running was never your favorite part of physical training. But the day you’re able to run at a full sprint with no pain, no instability, no abnormal oxygen consumption or fatigue. You’ve made it! You’re considered to be back to full health by GAR standards. You’re ready to put your uniform back on, load up on a transport and meet up with The Radiant wherever they are in the galaxy. But your discharge papers give you pause.

The options you’re presented are: Accept an offer to be honorably discharged from service. Accept an offer to be transferred to a non fieldwork position at a VA hospital on a Republic hub planet. Accept a reenlist opportunity to be assigned to a new squadron in need of a field medic. Request placement on previous squadron or team, if position remains vacant or is otherwise unoccupied. 

Obviously you select the option to go back to your squad but the phrasing of it makes you uneasy. You’ve put in all of this work and waited all of this time. You want to go back now. You should be allowed to rejoin your squad. You shouldn’t have to request it. And you will be damned if fucking Roy takes your place as lead medic on the 104th. 

You are discharged from the civilian hospital that has been your home for the last several months, and stay in temporary GAR housing in Theed. Until your new orders are confirmed you do what you do best, you treat patients. Normal civilians with normal ailments and injuries. It’s sort of nice, being able to practice medicine in a much simpler way. People with sprained ankles, children with mild illnesses, small cuts and household burns. But it also feels like a sick joke. Like winning a grand tournament only for the prize to be a participation certificate. 

Three weeks later, with no communication from the GAR on your placement or from the team acknowledging your update, you get a com call in the middle of the night. Not that you were able to sleep anyway, too much on your mind to sleep. Orders. Orders to rejoin the The Radiant at their next rendezvous point. 

It’s hauntingly familiar. Leaving a medical facility, getting on a transport, and flying off to meet back up with your squad. You’ve spent more time away from them than with them in the last year. You want this to be the last time this ever happens. 

———

Wolffe received word of changing course to make a stop at a rendezvous, and thought nothing of it. The Radiant transports troops from outposts, medical frigates, weigh stations and the like all the time. It isn’t until five minutes before the ship is set to arrive that he sees the transfer order come up on his data pad. 

He has to reread it twice, three times, then four and five to make sure he’s not just seeing things. It’s real. That is your full name. Followed by your rank and designation. You’re being reassigned to the 104th. You are the person getting on at the rendezvous. 

He hasn’t seen you in months. He hasn’t seen any updates from you in weeks. And now you’ll be here in a matter of minutes. He coms Slush to assemble the squadron to receive you in the hangar when you arrive. And rushes to be there in time to join them. 

He stands at attention when the shuttle docks in the bay. His heart hammers in his chest as the ramp lowers. And he watches as a different woman than the one he kissed goodbye on Naboo descends the ramp. You look strong and healthy. You look the way he remembers you the first time you met, over two years ago. You look like you again.

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[melissa-kenobi]

Keldable Kiss [III]

[Commander Wolffe X Reader]

A/N: heyyy y'all, ahhh part 3 is here, also I'm very sorry for the cliffhanger from the previous chapter and for this one... Erm, it's also very sad, apparently I can only write smut or angst... there's some mando'a in here, I used a translator so I dunno if it's accurate or not - translations will be at the end coz I don't wanna spoil anything :')

Summary: Wolffe struggles dealing with the aftermath of the crash.

Word Count: 2.6k

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"Shut up."

"I'm so sorry Wolffe."

Those were the last words he had heard from her before he had let out a scream of agony.

Waking up from his bunk in shock, his heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst out in pain. Forehead drenched in sweat as he inhaled the air around him, almost as if he was on the verge of dying without it. Blinking rapidly he adjusted his eyes to the darkness that surrounded him, hoping, just hoping that maybe he would see her stood in the doorway, grinning at him. Or even ready to start and argument.

Wolffe would do anything to have a moment with her, even if it was one of those ridiculous peaceful talks that General Plo would make them do. Anything to see her alive again, anything to remove her last words from his mind.

"Fuck..." The clone cursed as he got out of bed, slipping on his blacks he went on a walk. It was the only thing he could do calm is ever raging mind. To erase those images, to create new ones. Although it was like the new ones were any better.

Leaving his room barefoot, he padded across to the med-bay, knowing no-one would be around anytime soon he punched into the code to the sealed room. Eyes downcast in grief, sorrow but mostly regret. The man closed the door, the automatic lights switching on revealing her.

Her body wrapped up in bindings, tubes tangled across across her legs and arms as she floated in the bacta tank. Eyes closed as she breathed through the oxygen mask. Wolffe eyes racked down her body, not sensually, but in guilt. It was his fault they had crashed, his fault his men almost died, his fault that you lay in a bacta tank and not him.

God you had been so stupid to think that you would have survived that, but you knew. You knew you wouldn't and what hurt Wolffe the most was that you knew weren't going to make it out alive - and you saved him.

A clone.

One that was bred for this war.

One that survived a second fatal accident.

It should have been him.

Wolffe walked slowly towards the tasks, placing a hand on the glass, his forehead touching yours as he wept silently. The last touch he had from you was the kriffing kiss. He should never have been so slow in his reactions, but you knew.

You knew what it meant.

That split second could have saved your life, he could have pulled you with him. Granted you may have gotten injured, but not like this. Not spent the majority of 5 months in a bacta tank.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry..."

***

"I can't have him doing this everyday."

"Yes sir."

"I will have to speak to him." Master Plo sighed. Standing besides Cody and Rex as he spoke, watching his Commander whisper apologies to you through the glass window.

Cody knew his brother was a strong man. Wolffe didn't take shit from anyone, his stoic face and composure certainly showed that - but to see him like this, a broken man over you was something Cody never wanted to see. He hated how broken this had left his vod. He had never seen Wolffe like this, he knew that he harbored feelings for you but for you to reciprocate - it made this even worse.

Rex didn't know Wolffe very well, but he certainly did know Y/N. She too was a strong woman, one that was extremely talented in the force and could rival even Skywalker. She was stubborn and headstrong in her ways and was always up for a drink at 79s. Rex wasn't aware of Wolffe's feelings for her - but seeing the broken man through the window affected Rex more than he thought. He could only imagine what his vod was going through.

"Cody, Rex. I-i- Wolffe may not take it very well from me. So I need you two to speak to him aswell." Plo sighed deeply once more. He didn't want to have to do this, but it was becoming a bit of habit, one that was slowly seeping into his day to day work.

One that Master Plo had to stop.

Because he knew there was a possibility that you may not wake up.

***

During a quick debrief meeting, Plo had caught Wolffe trying to discreetly leave the room. Usually he would have stayed and gone over the mission with you and Plo, but not anymore. Plo knew he was eager to get his boy ready before going to visit you in the med-center before heading off.

It was becoming something of a routine for Wolffe. Something he had gotten used to over these last few months.

"Commander. Before you go, there is something I would like to discuss."

Wolffe stopped in his steps, eyes wide under his bucket, darting between between door and his General. "I- I er sir I have have get my men o-"

Plo let out a small chuckle. "Not to worry Wolffe. I'll have Sergeant Sinker sort it out. I need you here for today."

"Yes General."

Closing the door, Wolffe followed Plo into a side room, taking a short cut into the med-center. Exactly where Wolffe was headed.

Wolffe started to panic. Why did the General bring him here? His heart started beating rapidly, eyes fluttering to you in the tank and then to the General.

"Y/N had always been an exceptionally talented padawan. When I first met her, she was stubborn and prickly." Plo let out a little laugh as he smiled under his mask. "Never wanting to let anyone do anything for her, she had always been independent, always looked after others before her."

Wolffe gulped under his helmet, thankful it was covering his face. "Gener-

"When I first took her on as my padawan, do you know what the first thing she said to me was?"

When I become a Jedi, I promise to never leave anyone behind. No matter what they are or what they did. Because everyone matters.

Tears began to form in Wolffe's eyes, his mouth dry as he listened to the General's tales of you. They warmed his heart listening to how you were and how you had grown into the wonderful woman he knew. But Wolffe didn't know where the General was going with this, or what he was expecting him to say.

"So when she made that promise to me, she swore to it. Until this very day - the very day she saved your life in exchange for your own." The reason why she would have never left any of the 104th behind - because everyone mattered to her, whether they were guilty of a crime or if they were simply a clone

Wolffe now understood why you had done what you did, why you had sacrificed yourself for him and his brothers.

It was a vow you had made.

"Wolffe." Plo turned to face his Commander, placing a hand on his shoulder. Wolffe understood what the General wanted him to do.

Blinking back his emotions he slipped his bucket off, head facing down before he took a deep breath and looked at Plo. A father figure of some sorts to him, Wolffe respected him as he did you so when Plo spoke he already knew what was going to be said.

"Wolffe. There is a high chance that Y/N may not wake up. We have done all we can for her and it is only a matter of time now."

Wolffe turned his head, looking at your figure in the tank. He understood what the General wanted him for. If she didn't make it out alive, Plo wanted Wolffe to know that her death was not in vain, whether she had feelings for Wolffe or not - she had fulfilled her vow.

Never leaving one behind.

Wolffe let out a deep sigh. "I understand General."

Plo placed a hand on his shoulder before walking over to to glass, the other hand placed where her cheek was. "You are a survivor Y/N. May the force be with you little one."

The General left the room shortly after, leaving Wolffe to his thoughts and you. The man fell to his knees, now understanding the severity of your injuries and the possibility he may never hear your voice again.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum mesh'la." He whispered, eyes watching you from below.

***

It had only been a few days since the General had spoken to him but Wolffe's visits to you were slowly reducing - he still visited you but it wasn’t as often. The clone commander still held hope that you would be here besides him, alive.

Plo had noticed the change in his Commander, Wolffe was more active in his role, his mind not entirely focused on you but his feelings, they were still there - still strong and hopeful. But the General couldn't do anything about that, it was only natural. Plo himself was deeply concerned about you and hoped you would wake up soon but he hid it well.

Cody had found his brother yelling orders at his men, a smile appearing on his face, happy to see his vod, somewhat back to his normal self. But he had his concerns about him. General Plo had asked him to speak to Wolffe but Cody had been unsure of what he wanted to say. Cody had always been a straightforward man, none of that nonsense bullshit Rex has to put with with Skywalker. So when he approached his vod, he may have gone in a slightly wrong direction with how he intended to.

"Wolffe, vod, I need to speak with you."

"Give me a few and I'll be with you Cody." Wolffe nodded towards his brother.

"No. Now."

Wolffe lifted an eyebrow in amusement at his brother before going to follow Cody into his private chamber.

"What's wrong?"

"You know I want the best for you vod?" Cody started, eyes soft as he parked his bottom on the edge of his desk.

Wolffe let out a deep sigh, the man already knew what he was going to say. "Cody, if this is about Y-"

"It needs to stop Wolffe." Cody firmly spoke.

"Cod-

"Vod. I know how much you care for her. But you need to move on, there's a chanc-"

"That's she might not wake? Yeah I know." Wolffe breathed out, admitting it to someone for the first time.

"She's a Jedi. She can't have emotional attachments no matter what either of you feel." Cody sighed, glad his brother wasn't getting angry at him. "Even if she does wake, there's no way with either of you can come out happy and with both your lives intact."

Wolffe almost growled. The thought of you not waking made him angry but didn't say anything. Cody was his brother, and he trusted him. Wolffe had been thinking about this for a while now. Although his heart would never forget you, his mind could.

Even for a little while.

"I know."

"Wolffe." Cody slid over a folder to him. "I suggest you have a look at this. Maybe this will help."

Wolffe picked up the folder, his eyes scanning the reports, before his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "This says I'll be off planet for a few rotations?"

Cody simply nodded.

"Yo-

"Yes. It's the only way vod. Take it." Cody spoke, tone neutral.

"I can't. I can't leave her." Wolffe growled out.

"You have to. You leave tonight." Cody knew what his brother was going to say. Wolffe was a stubborn man but to protect you he would do it a pray that he came back unscathed and you alive.

"At least let me say goodbye."

Cody nodded once again. "Take your time. 2300 hours, don't be late."

***

Wolffe rushed to the med-center, eyes unfocused as he panicked, not seeing you in your usual position. He hurriedly rushed across the center, eyes scanning everywhere until he came across two droids transporting your bacta-tank somewhere else. Running after the droids he yelled at them to stop.

"Hey! Where are you taking her?!" He commanded, watching your peaceful figure float around before he focused on the droid.

"Hello CC-3636. We are-"

"It's Wolffe." He snarled. "My name is Wolffe."

"I am sorry. We are not programmed in calling y-

Growing in annoyance because he was getting nowhere, he grabbed the droid by the arm roughly. "Where are you taking her?"

"I must implore you let me go. I am not at liberty to tell you anything CC-3636." The droid blinked.

The second droid tilted its head at the clone, scanning his face before coming to the conclusion that this specimen was concerned about the patient. "Patient 36 is being transported to another bay, one this is more suited to her needs."

Wolffe dropped the droid before turning to face the other one. "Why?"

"She is becoming unstable."

Wolffe felt his heart sink to the bottom of the ocean. He could have sworn you were doing so well, he was certain of it. The clone doctors and jedi that worked on you had reported it was only a matter of time before you woke up.

Wolffe swallowed hardly, struggling to breathe. "Thank you. I'll escort you to the room."

"That is not nes-" The other droid shoved the first one, ultimately telling him to shut up.

After following the droid to the room where you were going to stay, Wolffe had abruptly gotten rid of the droids, locking the door and having you to himself.

"I thought they weren't ever going to leave." Wolffe let out a small huff of laughter.

"Mesh'la, I don't have much time. But- I just-" Wolffe sighed, his head falling down just as the shine of something caught his eye. He slipped his hand under his blacks, pulling out a chain.

It was a small chain that the General and you had given him, something that he held very dear to him. He wore it practically all the time, it was a reminder of how he got his name as it had a small pendant that was in the shape of a Wolf.

Although you weren't too fond of Wolffe back then, you still valued and cared for the man. You had given it to him after he has lost his eye, you were only just starting off with the 104th and Wolffe was wary of you. So when Plo suggested you bring him a gift, you thought that this would be perfect.

And it was. It still is.

The man smiled as he caressed it gently. He slipped it off and held it one hand before leaving it on the side. He placed a hand on the glass, his forehead touching yours as he whispered a few words in mando'a.

"Ni ganar at let gar slanar."

***

"Ready?" Cody asked.

Wolffe gave him a grim nod. Mind and heart still racing after leaving you. But he had to. It was the only way.

"Yeah. Let's go."

***

Six Weeks Later.

"I don't understand- where is Wolffe?"

Your hand clutching the Wolf necklace that you had given him. The one that you had been so scared to give him.

"Young one. Calm your mind."

Taking in a few deep breaths you fell to the ground. Anakin rushing to your side as you sobbed into him. Your body weak and exhausted, tubes poking from every side of your body. Tears falling non-stop from your eyes as you looked at your former master and good friend.

"He's gone. I didn't even- I didn't tell hi-"

The last words you whispered before you blacked out in Anakins' arms.

"I'm so sorry Wolffe."

***

Translations

Ni ganar at let gar slanar > I have to let you go.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum > I love you/I know you forever.

Mesh'la > beautiful

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- yes there will be a part 4 *inserts evil smiley face*

[PART 4]

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Must be this tall to Hunt| Boba Fett (tcw age so like 13/14)

Couldnt find a good teen boba gif, so heres bosk instead

Warnings: fake blame,

Reader: female

"You are expelled from the order-"

"What!?" Y/n shouted looking up at the council, "I did nothing! Master Plo! Reason with them!"

"I am sorry little one, I-"

Y/n was heart broken, looking up at the surrounding Jedi, this couldn't be true.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Y/n pleaded.

"Your attachments grow," Windu spoke, "and with them your anger."

"My anger?! My anger?!" Y/n shouted at him.

"Little one please." Plo pleaded, "I have brought a witness."

"You!?" Y/n argued, "Master I demand an answer! Why! Why would you- You out of all People!-"

She watched Anakin walk in guilt ridden on his face, "You!? Anakin! You!?"

He kept quiet as Fives walked in, her world stopping.

"Y-Your lieing!" She shouted, "Fives?! Not you! I trust you and you do this!?"

"Arc Trooper Fives." Windu spoke, " what have you seen Padawan Y/n do?"

Fives looked at her, "I. Saw Genral Y/n with a clone trooper,"

"Im with troopers everyday!" Y/n defended.

"What was Padawan Y/n doing with this clone trooper."

"...intercourse sir." Fives responded.

"Thats Obsurded Fives! And you know it!" Y/n argued, "You're my brothers- Why in gods name would I fuck any of you!"

"Y/n! That is enough!" Plo argued.

"You believe this crap!? You're suppose to have MY back!" Y/n demanded, "I'd have your back no matter what! And you turn on me!"

"Are there any other witnesses?" Fisto spoke.

"Yes." Windu spoke, "bring them in."

Y/n watched, her brothers, the wolf pack, Commandos and even some from the Corosaunt Gaurd walk in, and they strung there string of lies and they strung them high and low, entagled the lies beyond untanglement.

"Padawan L/n is to be expelled from the Order and that is our final verdict."

The platform she was on went downward, the clone troopers who had made there testimonies were gathered at the bottom, a path for her to go through.

"Y/n-" Wolfee spoke reaching out a hand.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted in anger pushing past the clones.

"It had to be done." Commander Thron spoke quietly.

The others nodded.

"Damn it!" Fives shouted running out the room and rushing down the halls, after the light echoing of Y/n's angered footsteps.

She pushed the doors open and just walking out them she stopped, hearing Five's steps behind her.

"General. It had to be done-"

"What!? The lies! The string of lies you built! Why!? Why would you do this to me?!" Y/n argued looking back at the clone.

"We wanted to protect you-"

"Bullshit Fives! Bullshit! I love all of you! All of you!" Y/n shouted, screaming so loud it was sure to be heard all the way down to the lower level.

"Y/n listen!-' he grabbed her shoulders trying to plead with her but she pushed him away ingiting one side of her double sided saber as Fives quickly backed up.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you." She spoke.

"I don't even deserve death. I know- I-" Fives tried to explained, "We wanted to protect you-"

"Then you should of had my back!"

The bright blade turned off and she turned around leaving without a second thought.

"Hey! Wake up!" Boba argued.

Y/n turned her self around as she opened her eyes, "what do you want Fett."

"Rations idiot." He spoke as Y/n sat up, the girl only a year older than Bobba.

She was thrown a rations bar by the boy as they were in a hotel room, she had been sleeping on the couch.

"How much longer we waitin?" She asked taking a crunch out of the bar.

"An hour, I told you that the how much longer last time you woke up." He argued looking through the window.

Y/n kept quiet as she ate her food, it bland and bleak in both tast and color.

Bobba took an arm chair by the window as he ate his own rations. It was silent for a long mintue.

"Did. You have that nightmare again?" He asked.

Y/n looked over at him, "when do I not?"

Boba ate a peice of his own ration bar, he never knew what the nightmare was about, but knew it was the same one, on repeat.

He had the same.

"You, uh. Wanna talk about it?"

She looked his way, then looked away quickly, only able to see the faces of her brothers.

"No." She replied coldy tossing the barely eaten ration bar on the table, her appetite gone, "I'm gonna go scope the roof, don't wait up for me."

She walked towards the door, grabbing the sniper on the way out.

"I'll come with you. Incase someone tries to get you from behind."

"I don't need someone to have my back." Y/n argued.

"Well then Im coming because I want to!"

He pushed past Y/n as she scoffed, following him close behind as they walked towards the steps, somewhere along the way Y/n hacked into a vending Machine, Boba going up the stairs himself, stealing whatever she pleased putting it in her sling bag, enough for her only.

"Sharing is what?" Y/n questioned Woflee

"An opportunity for someoen to get there arm chopped off, it's my food." Wolfee told her.

Y/n sighed, how she hated her own little life lessons to her brothers, and stole more food, enough for both Boba and her, and a little extra.

Walking up the rest of the steps she made it to the door she kicked open with the bottom of her foot.

"Could you try and be quiet?" He seethed.

"I mean. I could. But no." Y/n responded walking towards the edge where Boba sat on a near by utiliy unit.

She sat down setting her back infront of her as she laid herself on her side her back to Boba the lights of the bright city below barely reaching the top of the tall hotel they sat on.

"You want one?"

Boba looked over seeing Y/n holding up a soda.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

Rolling his eyes he walked over to her snatching the bottle and sitting himself by her head.

"Hey hey. Fives calm your tits." Y/n laughed.

Boba stayed silent as he looked at her, she too busy looking out and onward, but feeling the stare she looked besides her.

"Oh." Y/n realized, "My bad Fett."

Boba stayed silent, as Y/n took a drink of her own soda, he had realized she had become more sympathetic with her apology.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Boba questioned.

Y/n sighed, answering in silence for a mintue, "My only family betrayed me. Strung a String of lies to supposedly keep me safe. I think about it all the time. We use to find these abaonded places and sit up on the roofs like this, we'd sing, start a bonfire, get drunk."

"Your as old as me." Fett argued.

Y/n shrugged, "war does that, you only live once Fett."

"Then why are you still worrying about it?" Boba defended.

"Why do you still worry about the things you worry about?" Y/n questioned, "but I was kicked out of my group, my name stripped of me, and instead of having my back, they had me cast out. Happy Now?"

It was silent again, the hearing of honking and swearving down below could be heard.

"I lost my dad to the Jedi."

Y/n stopped mid way lifting her drink to her lips but then contuined to drink then pull away.

"They tend to do that..." Y/n responded, "they expect you to follow every rule every word, there no better than the sith."

"You know alot of jedi and sith."

Y/n looked at him once, "It was when you father died did I stop really believing in the Jedi-"

"You knew my father?! You're a jedi-"

"Shut your trap and listen before you get rowdy you damn idiot!' Y/n argued Boba gritting his teeth, "I met Jango Fett when I went on a small assignment, my first one, with Master Shakk Ti- it was basically playing paper boy. I remember delivering work to your father...alot of people were mean to me, he. He never was, always said thank you, always asked me if I had eaten. He even watched me leave on the ship back to Master Plo Koon. So when I went througy reports and found him dead I was in shock, later to find out a Jedi did it. I started to loose faith. Why kill a man lookin out for him and his child, sure capture him- but taking family...I know how that feels and no one should go through it."

Y/n took a drink finishing her bottle and tossing it over edge, "so. I fought. And I fought and I fought. If i couldnt save Jango, I'd save what was left of him- the clones- my brothers. They share the same face but are diffrent than any could imagine. I spoke, I wrote, I pleaded, I trainned. It never was enough, and it was my 'emotion' that got the better of me. Pssh. Yeah right the Jedi can piss off because if they want to see emotion? I'll give it to them."

Boba listened, he had nevee seen Y/n before hand, maybe he had and just didnt remember, he never knew someone could share his pain. Neverless with the same person.

"Windu will pay." Boba seethed, "and your a jedi! You can help me."

"I will go head to head to him, I don't plant bombs." Y/n defended.

"We can take him! Two on one!" Boba tried to persuade, "you know his fighting style! I know guns! You know sabers! We take his head and anyone else that stands in our way!"

Y/n looked at him dully.

"Come on! How many bounty hunters have you single handedly taken on! And killed! How many sith have you injured! Jedi that chase after us! Without your laser swords! We can kill him! Together!" Boba explained standing up, Y/n move to sit up, "We're the left behind! We are the strongest! Because we were left behind! We round up a few others! Bane! Sing! Bosk! And there's always someone paying for a Jedi's head!"

Y/n stood up grabbing hee sniper rifle as she did and looked at her watch.

"It can be a sniper shot! A saber battle! Whatever you want! As long as he die and Im involed I don't care how!" Bobba argued.

Y/n looked down below aiming her sniper adjusting the scope.

"My father would do the same for you-"

He was cut off by a bullet shot and soon the sounds of crying folks who see a man just drop dead on the street, the target they had been waiting for dead. She pulled away from her weapon slowly, turning her head towards him.

"I'll do it.-" Y/n agreed

"No." Boba spoke, "We'll do it. Together. For everything the jedi took from us!"

Y/n looked at the outreached hand as she took it.

"Together."

"As One Unit."

"As One Unit." Y/n responded, "well one and a half"

"Im not that short." Boba argued.

"Shorter than me." Y/n chuckled.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Commander Wolffe x Reader (SMUT)

Here is another imagine from the wonderful @gabrielewolffe: Imagine Wolffe coming to your quarters to surprise you by asking you out on a date but you surprise him instead by waiting for him already naked in your bed and the date is immediately forgotten since he has now other plans for you…

I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNING: SMUT, SPANKING, EARLY ORGASM PUNISHMENT, ARMOR KINK (if you look super close), BITING AND DOM/SUB

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The 104th Attack Battalion was headed back from a battle. Commander Wolffe was anxious to get back, because he planned to ask (Y/N) out on a date. He had tried to before they deployed to the planet’s surface, but was interrupted by Boost hugging her. She always had a great relationship with the wolfpack. General Plo could sense the commanders stress. “What is on your mind commander?”, he questioned. “Nothing just worried about the men General”, he lied. “Just ask her. I’m sure she would be delighted to go on a date with you”, General Plo chuckled. Wolffe looked up at his General in shock, but then remembered you couldn’t really hide anything from a Jedi. The other wolfpack members pretended not to be eavesdropping, but were failing miserably as Commander Wolffe rolled his eyes.

You had heard that the wolfpack was on its way back to the ship, and for once you didn’t have to fix any damaged LAAT’s or Speeder bikes. When Boost had hugged you he told you that Wolffe was gonna ask you out on a date, but you decided to do one better. You had left a note in Commander Wolffe’s quarters to meet you in your room. There you lay on your side naked and posed on the edge of your bed. It felt like forever, but you heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”, you asked coyly. “Its Commander Wolffe you wanted to see me?”, he questioned. “Come in Commander”, you replied. He quickly entered the code taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. When he didn’t see you he walked to where your ‘bedroom’ was, and about had a heart attack as a strangled noise came out of his mouth. There you were naked posed on the bed, and if it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Wolffe realized he was staring, and quickly tried to avert his eyes. “Wolffe you can look at me I know about the date thing, but we technically have been dating for the past several months”, you confessed. It was true you had basically been going to lunch, and helping him with paperwork late into the night. You had tried to drop hints that you wanted to move to sex, but he never picked up on them. “If you will be mine I would love to go on a proper date with you, but right now I want you in another way”, you suggested. He died, he had to of died on the battlefield down below and this was his heaven right, but he was alive and breathing. Thinking that he didn’t feel the same way you sat up with slight embarrassment. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line, and I understand if you don’t….”, you rambled, but were cut short by Wolffe. “Edge of the bed now”, he barked out. Oh Force the way he barked that order at you had heat pooling low in your stomach.

Quickly as you could you scrambled to the edge of the bed. He took your face in his gloved hands. “Are you sure that you want this because I won’t hold back”, he admitted stroking your cheek with his thumb. He was giving you a way out if you wanted it, but hells you wanted this so badly. “I’m sure Wolffe. I want this.”, you whispered. That’s all it took as Wolffe roughly pushed you back onto the bed, and positioned himself between your legs and putting each hand on either side of your face to trap you. When he leaned down to capture your lips you threaded your fingers into his hair while your other hand went to his armored shoulder. You gave his hair a slight tug and the growl that he let out was amazing, and made your slit clench. He propped all of his weight on his left hand, and let his right trail down over your breast missing your nipple by mere centimeters. You groaned in frustration as he smirked into the kiss he was giving you. His hand continued down and found your aching slit. 

One swipe up your slit and he moaned. “You… are..so…wet cyare”, Wolffe proclaimed. “Ohhhh please touch me more”, you begged him. “Ah ah ah not so fast, I’m the one in control and you will address me as sir understand”, he commanded. Oh ho this was way better than the dreams you had had of him. “Yes sir”, you whined out as he made another couple swipes past your clit. Fingers still gloved he slowly pushed his middle finger into you. It was enough, but also not enough at that moment. He added his ring finger next slowly pushing both fingers in and out. “Such a dirty girl aren’t you. I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. So hungry aren’t you”, he growled. You had started to grind into his hand as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. He pushed his fingers into your depths and started to pump his fingers. Once he hit a fast pace it was almost too much and you started to buck your hips. He stopped right before you fell over the edge.

You were a panting mess as he removed his fingers, and slid down your body a little to take a nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other one. “Force, Wolffe please sir”, you moaned. Once he was satisfied he switched nipples. His hot tongue and mouth doing wonders. He let go with a wet pop and pushed you up the bed some as he settled on his stomach. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your thighs. Before you could comprehend what he was doing he delved into your folds licking and sucking like a man starved. The cry that escaped your lips made him grunt as he placed his whole mouth over your pussy. He was sucking and licking at the same time. It didn’t take long for you to reach your previous state. “I’m so close sir please more please please please”, you chanted. Your legs were trembling and he hummed causing small vibrations. “Wolffe! Sir I’m gonna’ gonna’ cum”, you wailed. He continued as you came with a strangled cry. 

Your vision went black as your muscles pulled taught all over your body. Wolffe pulled away to admire his work grinning. It took you a moment to come back from your high, but when you opened your eyes Wolffe was sitting there with a predatory grin, and your slick mixed with saliva was present on his chin and lips. He quickly removed his codpiece, and tossed it to the side. Oh stars he was gonna fuck you with his armor on, and your body responded in turn. “On your hands and knees and face the head of the bed”, He growled out. You quickly obeyed and looked back over your shoulder as he got up off the bed. He grasped your hips and pulled you back against his still clothed cock. “Im gonna fuck you just like this are you gonna’ take it?”, he questioned, but sounded more like a statement. “Yes sir”, you acknowledged. “Your such a dirty girl aren’t you (Y/N)? Ready to take my cock after I made you cum with my mouth”, he whispered in your ear as he bent over you.

“Want me to stretch that little pussy with my cock hmmm”, he groaned rutting against your ass. “Oh hells yes”, you responded as he undid his blacks. “Yes what (Y/N)”, he taunted. “Yes si…sir”, you stuttered. “That’s more like it”, he said as he pulled his cock out. He rubbed up and down your slit to lubricate himself, and then lined himself up with your entrance. Wolffe tried to hold back he really tried, but he pushed and sheathed himself all the way in. You let out a gasp and then a groan as he pulled back and then pushed back in. “You ok?”, he asked brushing his gloved hand down your back. This was the gentle, soft side of the Commander that no one other than Plo Koon had seen. “Yes I’m fine give me everything. I can take it”, you moaned lewdly. With your confirmation he started to thrust into you at a decent pace. “More! please sir more!”, you cried. He grabbed hold of your shoulders as he went harder and faster. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, moans, groans and begging filled the room along with the scent of sex. He was built for superior strength, swiftness and stamina and it was showing.

You came with another cry, but he didn’t stop. “Did I tell you you could cum?”, he hissed. You couldn’t answer because of the aftershocks of your orgasm, and it earned you a swat to your ass. The overstimulation of him pounding into you after you had just orgasmed, and the sting of the swat you let out a moan that would put a holoporn star to shame. “Answer me (Y/N). Did I tell you that you could cum. You said you could handle anything I gave you”, he growled out. “No”, you screamed out still overly sensitive. “No what?”, he barked and swatted you again. “NO! No sir”, you blurted out. “Good girl. You’re so good taking all of my cock like this”, he told you his breath fanning over your back. He was starting to lose rhythm, but that was fine because you were about to orgasm again. 

“I’m getting close cyare are you?”, he grunted. “Yes sir”, you responded. “Where cyare? Where do you want it?”, he asked panting as his thrusts were turning sloppy. “Inside! Cum inside! I wanna feel you fill me with your cum”, you replied. “Ohhh Force (Y/N)”, he moaned. “Cum (Y/N) cum now”, he told you as he reached down to flick your clit. You came again with a silent scream as Wolffe pulled you up by your chest and buried himself into you and came. He bit down on your neck to the point of bruising as he let out little moans every time a spurt of cum filled you. When you both came back to your senses Wolffe unlocked his jaw, and turned your face to him. “(Y/N) cyare are you ok?”, he questioned. It took you a moment to process, but you nodded. 

He pulled out of you and helped you to lay down, you being too spent to really move at the moment. Wolffe walked to the refresher to get wet cloth to clean you both. He slowly cleaned you, and himself then shed his armor and blacks. “That was really hot taking me in your armor like that”, you told him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I was just so caught up in the moment I didn’t think I had the patience to remove it all”, he chuckled. “Ummm another question are you on anything you know for….I mean I assumed that you were since you asked me to fill you, but…”, Wolffe rambled. “Yes I’m on something to prevent pregnancy”, she giggled. He pushed her back into the mattress and kissed her then pulled back to look into her eyes. She smirked as she felt something twitch against her thigh. “Are you hard again?” she asked with a laugh. “Yes well I do have a beautiful woman beneath me who gave me the best sex I will have ever had”, he told her kissing her again. 

The rest of that night was spent in your room, and lasted until four or five in the morning after Wolffe had filled you three more times. Commander Wolffe urged that you both should get ‘some’ sleep before you both had to get up. When morning came both of you snuck out of your room. General Plo Koon had witnessed you both exiting, and the quick kiss you had shared. He smiled and continued on proud and happy for his son. The whole day you walked with a slight limp and had several teasing comments about your “bites” from the wolfpack, until Commander Wolffe found out about it. Later you found the wolfpack waxing droids and star fighters as punishment for the teasing. The Commander stood by overseeing the work. “I still owe you a proper date so how about a nice dinner when we get back to Coruscant?” you inquired. “That sounds nice, and then we could go back to your place for desert”, he responded. “Awwwwwww how cute the Commander’s goin’ on a date”, Boost sang. “Boost shut it and get back to waxing!”, Wolffe swore. “Oh I love when you give orders”, you whispered to him. His only response was his wolfish smirk, and a wink.

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 The end! Oh Force guys I am a thirsty gal, and thanks again to @gabrielewolffe for the imagine!

[whirlybirbs]

ok but like???? is the general okay!!!!! you can’t just leave us on a cliffhanger than give us past tense headcanons!!!

— a/n: oops this got long and there’s some medical gore, ye be warned – this is just the immediate after-math of the battle. don’t worry, there’s some nice healing-cute-moments to come, but here’s a good glimpse of talon in action ft. grim, shade, fennec, and lucky.

“GRIM!” 

The panic in Nyx’s voice sends the medic’s head snapping around; formation long since forgotten, the medic breaks into a sprint towards the shattering sound without even considering the dangers of doing so – scaling the hillside, the skull-patterned trooper finds a gut-wrenching scene in the basin. 

“Shit.”

It’s the rest of the squad that tramples up the hill to stand beside him, breathless and terrified at the sight of the Commander clutching the limp body of their Jedi General. 

“Move!” Grim barks, shoving his way through and skidding to the bottom of the hill – he’s fast, throwing his pack down form his shoulder and discarding his helmet in the grass. 

You’re on your back, arms sprawled as Nyx scrambles to make room for the squad’s medic – Grim is tearing at a bacta patch with his teeth, his other hand scouring his pack for scissors. 

Scissors. 

Where the kriff are his scissors?!

“SHADE!” 

The sniper, posed along the ridge and watching the quiet wetlands, calls out without pulling his eye from the scope. “Ay.”

“Scissors!” Grim’s cursing, gloved hands pressing along her robes as he finds the wound – the composite shell she wears along her ribs, painted to match Talon Squadron’s coloring, has shattered in one spot on her left side. The entry wound is smoking. Through gritted teeth Grim calls over his shoulder, “I need ‘em!”

Grim is good at hiding disgust. Worry, though, is one emotion he’s never been good at masking. It shows in the waver of his voice.

The fasteners of the cuirass come undone with a snap; Grim had hoped the plastoid composite would have absorbed most of the impact, but fuck, there’s a a literal burn hole deep along her ribs. Those blaster bolts are hot and the skin there has already begun to blister, wound beginning to weep blood now that’s it’s been exposed to the air, even though it’s been half cauterized from the immediate impact.

Nyx swallows down a sound of pain.

Shade wordlessly juggles his pack and rifle in his hands. He’s fast, procuring a pair and handing them off to Fennec – the lieutenant is quick to skid down the hill and pass the scissors to Grim; his night-vision visor is on and his duel pistols are trained in ready hands. Fennec is scanning the tree-line as he speaks. 

“We’re exposed here,” says Fennec tightly, eyes bouncing to Nyx who is cradling your head in his lap, “We’ve gotta move.”

“Not until I’ve patched this,” Grim snaps, “If we move her now she’s gonna bleed out and when her lung collapses, that’ll be on you, alright, Fennec?”

Fennec’s mouth falls shut. He shifts on his boots. “… What do you need?”

“Bacta patches, health stims, anything. If you’ve got ‘em, hand ‘em over. She needs ‘em more than any a’ you sorry bastards do right now. Get 104th on the line. We need an med evac, now.”

Lucky’s the one who runs down the line, gathering any spares from the 111th now posed along the ridge, watching and waiting for the smallest of movement as the Fennec, Nyx, Grim and the General lay at the bottom of the basin. Exposed.

In a blink, Grim has made quick work of the robes along your ribs – the tatters of your robes lay around you, your black chest bandeau exposed to the night as Grim makes fast work of your wound with sulfa and bacta spray; Lucky presents an armful of patches that Grim quickly uses to stuff the wound. 

Your stir at that. Fair enough. Grim is sure if he pressed a bit harder, he’d be touching the bones of your ribs. 

One last patch, a large one, is drawn tight around your ribs and a heavy dose of stims is planted in your thigh before Grim eyes Nyx warily. 

“We gotta move her.”

It’s a terrible sight that the entire Battalion is subjected to, then – their General, lifeless and limp in the tatters of her regalia, being hauled up the ridge by four of her men illuminated only by head lamps and the moon above. The 111th has never been quieter, mournful eyes turned to the horrible display of Commander Nyx scrambling to hold up her head as they ascend the ridge. It’s gut-wrenching. 

The 104th’s medical team arrives with a land-speeder and a stretcher, off-loading their very own Jedi General – Plo Koon – in place of yourself. 

“Fennec –”

“Go,” the trooper cuts off his Commander, “Go with her.”

Nyx just nods, posture weak. “You’re in command. General Plo Koon –”

“Enough, soldier,” he breathes with an air of respectful calm; his hand finds Nyx’s pauldron, “Mind your General. I will aid the men in setting up a perimeter. We’ve gained considerable ground thanks to her. I do not intend to lose it, nor let her actions be in vain. Now, go.”

“Yes, sir.”

Grim is silent the whole ride back to the command center – he’s busy checking her vitals; they’re bad, if he’s being honest, but he figures his vitals would be pretty terrible is he’d just he’d been clocked point blank and had a hole in his chest burn to a crisp. 

Nyx is… worse for wear. The stim crash has started and he’s sick with guilt – if he’d kept his fuckin’ mouth shut… 

But, you can’t change the past. 

You said that to him once – you were wrapped in his arms in a bed on a GAR transport, far away from Felucia’s surface. The light of the stars leaking in from the bay windows painted you all sorts of breathtaking among the sheets, and Nyx had kissed constellations along your shoulders as you spoke.

“You can’t change the past,” you whispered, “You didn’t know.”

“I was projecting.”

“I was letting you,” you laugh, “I wanted it, just as much as you did.”

The Force is odd. And she is, too – odd and kind and empathetic and able to read him like a book. She casts a net across his heart and lets her fingers dance along the ripples. She can feel his emotions before he even registers them. Just like all those thoughts of want and need and love he’d been harboring for months, kept just for her. 

“I was hurting you.”

“The Code I swore to live by was hurting me,” you breathe, lithe fingertips dipping into the dark tresses of his hair, “And I began to fear it, and fear is not the way of the Jedi.”

“But forbidden romance is?”

“Love is,” you smiled at him, tweaking his nose, “And I love you.”

The transport rocks and he’s thrown back to reality.

He grips your hand tightly as you ride into the encampment and Grim pretends he doesn’t see a damn thing. 

[angelwars11]

PART 1

*finally gets my siblings up and we all sit down on the bed* Alright y'all, time to watch this shit. Let's get itttt!!

*new ominous pre-intro comes in* "A LUCASFILM LIMITED production. "

Me: Oh, we starting like this. Wtf!! Okay, dude, I have goosebumps. Holy shit. *Calming facade is down. Is totally unaware and unprepared for what's coming*

*fanfare jumpscare*

Me: *startles* *grabs my heart*

Heart monitor: *beep beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeep~*

Me: OH MY GOD!!! *cough violently like Grevious* Holy shit. The fanfare, holy shit. I'mma—*notices red logo* *starts to hyperventilate*

*Another very different and new red title* "Part 1. Olds Friends Not Forgotten. "

Me: *gasps sharply* THAT IS SO COOL!!! I'mma cryyy *sniffles*

Yularen: *comes in clutch with the narrator recap*

Me: Yoooo!! What's up my dude?!

*see Grevious* Damn, I mean, General Grevious lookin good though. You see that animation! DAMN! Best design ever!

Yularen: "Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack. The Jedi Council had dispatched it's Generals far from the Core Worlds. "

CALEB DUME aka. KANAN JARRUS!! Ahhh!! Look at my son!

*sees Plo Koon in his Delta 7 inteceptor* "Ummm, no, stop it. Stop. That looks familiar. *shakes head violently* No. Be quiet.

*sees Aayla and Bly* *inhales sharply* *chokes on saliva* "Aayla Secura is where? OH SHIT. Is that Felucia?! NO, FUCK. "

(The clone troopers look so fucking amazing. Their armor is heavily detailed with the amount of scratches and dents covering them. It makes their armor look rough. OMG! This is literally 'nose bleed heaven' I am in right now!!)

Me: *dances* They onn a bridgeee, they on a—HOLY SHIT!! That's a big ass cannon," *watches the cannon blast fire upwards* Ohhhhh~ That's, uh, not good! Oh shit!! AH! Cody DODGE NOW!!!

*stares at the tv* Holy. Sh—

*light saber unleashed*

Me: OOhhh!! Who the fu—ACK! Obi-Wan coming out of the CUT alllll BEAUTIFUL!!!

LOOK at the lightsaber light pouring through the dust cloud surrounding him🤩 *blood pours out of my nose* His magnificent graying beard, so beautiful. I LOVE how there's a limp piece of hair bouncing on the side of his head, it's so satisfying. And the way he slowly looks over his shoulder at Cody like: "Must protect my husband!" OMG, I love them so much, CodyWan forever!!! Bless Dave Filoni for giving us that scene because, it was beautiful😍 God, the animation. 😍I'mma—😵😳

Cody: "General?!"

Me: MmmmmHmmmm. *wiggles eyebrows*

Obi-Wan: "Cody, get down!"

Me: Protect Cody!! Holy fu—Cody, stop staring at Obi-Wan and take cover, yes I know he's hot as fuck, my sister thinks so too, so do I—That's NOT the point. Just GET your ASS DOWN!! You can stare at him all you want later.

Obi-Wan: "Anakin, where are you?"

Anakin: *jump scares* "I'm right here. "

Me: ⬇⬇

Me: I SWEARRRR. You are so lucky I don't have a gun because I would've BLASTED you to the other side of this GODDAMN BRIDGE. The fuck is wrong with you, you lucky mother fucker.

Anakin: "What are you doing down there. "

Me: 🤣🤡 Shut the fuck up!

Anakin: *dodges a fucking blaster beam* I'm dea—🤣 ANAKIN. You cray cray!

*all shots miss Anakin while he stands right there in plain sight on top of MOTHER FUCKING debris*

Me: Hehhehehheeee—OH my GoD!! Anakin!! Get DOWN FROM THEREeEe. They gonna shoot you, bro!

Obi-Wan: "What are you up to? Where is Captain Rex?"

Me: Yeah, what are you up to? *suspicious*

*Nobody stays seated while Anakin walks straight at the enemy. Managing not to get fucking smacked*

Me: "Y'all DUMB ASS droids can't SHOOT!! Ohhhhhh myyyy goddddd!!" 🤣🤣

Anakin: "I have come to surrender. Your forces fought valiantly. I must admit we are overmatched by your superior fire power. " Me: "Tell me y'all ain't gonna fall for this. If you beli—"

Me: *inhales sharply*

Dumb and Dumber: "Surrender. That's a relief. Notify the tactical droid. "

Me: ⬇⬇

*sighs heavily* They believed him. 💀

*scope shows up* The fuck?! Oh, is that Rexy Boi™ *gasps* R2!!!

Rex telling his squad they have to wait a little longer to hang upside down on the bridge. They all *groan* "Sir, yes, sir. "

ME: 😆 They want to fly so fucking badly!!

OoooWe!! They've got JET PACKS!!! Oooo, we bougie MOTHER FUCKAASSSSS!!! *dances to the epic music*

*nobody stays seated while the Clone Troopers kick ass*

Obi-Wan: "Bravo Anakin, you've done it again. "

Me: 🥺🥺

Anakin: "Oh, I can't take all the credit. You staying back really sold my surrender talk. " *Obi-Wan smiles*

Obi-Wan: "Always glad to help my friend. " *they smile at each other*

Also me: *cries internally* 😭😍

Anakin: "Skywalker here, what is it Admiral?" Me: *gasps* Admiral: "Sir. We received a transmission from someone using a subspace frequency. Fulcrum. "

Me: *stops breathing* FULCRUM. 💀 Ah—Ah—AhCHOO! *wheezes* Oooh, bless me.

*the transmitter room scene from the trailer* Me: *screeches* Anakin: "Alright, Admiral. What's so important you brought us all the... Way... Back...here." *sees Ahsoka*

(*PAUSE* I noticed that Rex is not here in this SCENE!! Woahhh~ Just wanted to point that out! Okay, sorry, *unpause*)

Ahsoka: *turns around* "Hello Master. It's been a while. " Me: 😍😍😍😍😍

Anakin: "Ah—Ahsoka. Wha— *scoffs*I don't believe it, " *voice goes two octaves higher* "How are you? Where are you?" *voice softens to be protective* "Are you okay?"

My heart: ⬇⬇

(SKIP)

*Mandalorian ship comes in* Me: *tears coming down my face*

Aaaahhhh!!! R2 D2 rolled up to Ahsoka to say hi!! OMG, cutie pie!!😍🥺 My heartttttt😭

Anakin tries to say Hi to Ahsoka but she's just like, "Can't do that right now. " Me: *snaps my own neck* Damn. Heyo!! He's literally hanging by a THREAD, a measly THREAD over the fucking pool called the DARK SIDE. And you treating him like that, focusing on the war and not a hug, mannn, Anakin is about to take a 'dippity dip' in this goddamn pool. Smh.

Bo-Katan: "He murdered their ruler. My sister. I thought she meant something to you. "

Me: *visibly sees Obi-Wan look sad* Satineeeee😭😭😭 No, Obi-Wan, it's okay!!

(SKIP)

*when the troopers pass by and salute to Ahsoka* Me: UwU

REX'S SMILE 👑 when she walks in😍 "Glad to have you back, Commander. " *smiles again* 👑 "Rex. Thank you. But you don't have to call me Commander anymore. " "Sure thing, Commander." *smiles AGAIN* 👑

Me: 😭😭 Rex, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you don't stop SMITING me with those SMILES BRO. Just chill. Please. Do it again and I'—

*alarm goes off* God fucking dammit. *sees the troopers scrambling in the background* HAHAHHAHHA😆😆🤣

*stops laughing* Who's in trouble? The Chancellor. Hahahaha, who's that? Ohhh, you mean Buttcheeksakin. Yeahhh~🤣 Nobody cares!!

Ahsoka: "I understand, that it's your usual playing politics. This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had too. Until I was reminded of what the order means to people who truly need us. "

Obi-Wan: "Right now people on Coruscant need us. "

Ahsoka: "No, the Chancellor needs you. "

Me: *nose bleed* "Damnnnn, say it again for the people in the back!!! Ughh, feisty Ahsoka is sexy. " 😍

REX GETTING WHAAA, PROMOTED?! I knew this day was coming for sooo long *sniffles* I'm so proud.

*music heightens it's pitch* HER LIGHTSABERS😭😭😭

Ahsokaaaa got her lightsabers BACK!! Looking snazzyyyy, looking beautiful, you look hot honey! And a BONUS, they are BLUE!! Hot DAMN!! 💙💙

Ahsoka: "Anakin... " *Anakin turns around* "Good luck. " *Anakin smiles with pride*

Me: *ugly sobs*

*Nobody stays seated while, 'Love pledge' plays in the background*

Me: *cries harder* WHYYYY😭😭😭

'Commander' REX. Whereeee areee youuu?! Ah, there you darling. Beautiful bby boyyyy, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

*spots someone behind Rex* Who Issss...?? Oh, JESSE!! Heyyy~ *waves* ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

Rex: "Sorry, I didn't think to bring you a jetpack?" Ahsoka: "Don't need one. " *Nobody will ever fucking stay seated while Rex gives the mother of all amused smirks* 👑

(THIS beautiful smirk⬆ I know I WILL be watching 60 more times after I finish this goddamn episode 🥵)

PART 2 of my reaction coming soon!! (Nah, I'm serious, it'll be here. Just hold your horses!)

Link to part 2!! ⬇

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

@exittoyourleft Prompt: Plo getting deaged in the middle of the battlefield (due to Sith artifact shenanigans maybe?) and Wolffe having to take care of this tiny adorable child version of his general. Bonus points for frantic scrambling from the medic to try and jury rig a smaller child-sized mask for him so he doesn't die.

Plo, at the age of 8, had yet to hit his adolescent growth spurt and was much closer to 4’2” than his adult 6’2”. Wolffe has no reason to know this, except that he is at present faced with a squirmy, somewhat moody Kel Dor pre-teen who has been unceremoniously tackled by a full-grown clone trooper medic with a custom rebreather. Said child is drowning in his own robes and gesticulating wildly and indignantly with a lightsaber far too large for his hands, trying and failing to lever Catch off of him with muffled shouting.

Disconcertingly for Wolffe, he is possibly the most adorable thing Wolffe has ever seen. Not least of which because as recently as yesterday he had been plotting to persuade Plo to be wined, dined, and otherwise romanced, but also because they’re actively being shot at and now there’s Force-related bullshit to deal with too. 

“What the fuck,” he says, crouched behind a pile of rubble and staring at his General, whose eyes have narrowed consideringly. “Don’t repeat that.”

“Fuck,” says 8-year-old Plo. Apparently he’d come by his contrarian disposition honestly, though the deep voice apparently took a little longer to develop. He bites down on the rebreather, shoves Catch’s hands away, and starts fiddling with his mask, which had slid off him around the time he had been encased in light. In short order the fit has been adjusted, and he attaches the mask to his face again. 

“Are you hurt, sir?” Catch asks.

“Why are you calling me sir?” Plo asks back. “Why are my robes so big? Why is my lightsaber so big?” 

“Oh ye little gods,” Catch says, as Plo proceeds to ask about their armor, buckets, and faces. “What are we going to do?”

“I have no idea,” says Wolffe. 

- 

The Quartermaster has at least managed to hem a set of blacks for Plo, though they still fit loosely on his lanky frame. He looks very out of place in camp following Wolffe around like a duckling, solemn and quiet now that he’s had a chance to regain his bearings. He hasn’t said anything about boredom or hunger, speaks only when spoken to, and stares at everyone and everything. He is, in fact, more unnerving now than he had been when he’d first been assigned to them with his infinite calm and good mood. 

So Wolffe does the only thing he can think of: he calls Cody. Partly because for the last decade or so, his problem-solving algorithm has ended at “make it Cody’s problem”, but also because whenever Plo calls the Council, General Windu is suspiciously always the person on the receiving end who directs him to conference, and Wolffe is not about to dial the High General himself to say your ad is ad-like again. Cody, besides, has a direct line to General Kenobi, who will make an excellent messenger and second man in the two-man buffer Wolffe is building between himself and the recievers of bad news. 

His comm rings and he activates it absently. He nearly faints when General Windu appears, looking very stern indeed. 

“Commander Wolffe,” says the General.

“General Windu, sir,” says Wolffe weakly, because he doesn’t know what else to say. “How did you get this number? Uh, I mean, how can I help you?”

“Have you seen Plo recently?” General Windu asks. He runs a hand over his very bald head, as though he had hair.

“I was just going to call you about that, actually,” Wolffe lies. “General Koon seems to have been . . . uh.”

“Reverted to chlldhood?” General Windu supplies. “Yes, I know. He just called me asking why he was ‘surrounded by five hundred identical Mandalorians in knock-off beskar’.”

Ouch. Wolffe peers out the tent flap, where Plo is trying to stuff a stolen communicator up his sleeve with minimal success. Apparently General Windu’s comm number hasn’t changed in the last however many decades. He turns back to the hologram.

“Sir, I’m very sorry, but I don’t know what happened,” says Wolffe.

“This really isn’t your fault,” says the General with a sigh. “Has he given any indication of where he is in his training? I don’t want him out there unless he’s at least Padawan-level. I think it goes without saying you won’t be taking orders from him for the duration.”

“No, sir,” says Wolffe. He wouldn’t know where to begin that kind of an assessment, and he’s trained with adult Plo enough to know his General was probably a preternaturally skilled fighter even in his youth. “He hasn’t said much, and we haven’t let him fight. I don’t think I’d want him out here regardless.”

General Windu gives him a knowing look. Wolffe doesn’t like it. “All right. Plo trusts your judgment, and so do I. Commander, may the Force be with you. You’re going to need it.”

Wolffe frowns. “Sir?” he says, meaning what do you know that I don’t?

“Plo . . . mellowed out over the years,” says General Windu. “Good luck. And don’t let him talk you into letting him pilot any aircraft.”

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

I didn't say that the good sex clone WAS the fsther, just saying it's a possibility. It could still be Cody's. Or maybe one is Cody's and one is Mr. GoodAtSex. I am gay.

Kix: Ah yes, that’s possible. Sometimes two eggs can be fertilized by different fathers.

Jesse: Can you please not talk about eggs? That anon still haunts my nightmares.

Everyone: *shudders*

Obi-Wan: And here we are *knocks on door* hello there, Slick? Care to have a talk?

*door of Slick’s cell slides open to reveal it’s actually empty*

Cody: Holy shit he escaped???

Fives: I’ll get in touch with General Skywalker and Rex right now! They’re with Fox!

Wolffe: Good thinking, Fives! So that they can make a search for the runaway Slick?

Fives: What? No, I wanna know if Fox fucked Cody’s girlfriend.

Cody: She’s NOT MY–

–

Fox: So, let me get this straight…

Ahsoka: *has a laughing fit over the word ‘straight’*

Fox: …you are asking me if I went to a motel in west coruscant to share intimacies with a civy, getting her pregnant in the process? *crosses arms* you should know better, general Skywalker. I follow the rules, all of them. I wouldn’t do such a thing.

Echo: *restraining himself from hugging Fox out of sheer respect*

Anakin: Some of your men?…

Fox: Nope. They know I’d kick their asses if they did such a thing in coruscant of all places. Wait, why are you sure it’s a clone?

Plo: It looks like the prime suspect is Cody, and the second one, any clone who’s good at sex and enjoys fruity drinks.

Fox: That’s… absurdly vague, sir. Wait, Commander Cody is the prime suspect? Give me a second. *press comlink* holy shit you guys I have the funniest story to tell you later.

Thorn: *in the comlink* sir, we have a visual of an escaped clone! Former sergeant Slick is on the lose in my position!

-

*a dramatic pursuit and one (1) uneccessary explosion caused by Anakin later*

Cody: *kicking Slick on the face* kriffing hells this is all your fault! There’s a pregnant woman–

Rex: a creature actually

Cody: A PREGNANT WOMAN AFTER ME AND HECK IF YOU’RE NOT THE FATHER AND I’M ENDURING HELL BECAUSE OF YOU.

Slick: *licking blood off his lips* me?! Why me?!

Ahsoka: Well… You’re a clone, you like fruity drinks, you escaped prison and was found in west coruscant. All there’s left is the question: are you any good at sex?

Slick: *unable to not smile all smug* well, what do y’all think?

All: *loud comotion*

Slick: calm the kriff down, I didn’t say it was me. what proof do you have that it wasn’t… I don’t know, Captain Rex?

Rex: Because I would not–

Cody: *hastly* because he’s a virgin ass bitch!

Rex: y’know, I can kill you and make it look like an accident, Cod’ika my good friend.

Plo: *helping Slick to his feet* anyway you’ll stay with us until this is all cleared out.

Tup: Hm. The plot thickens. And as usual, the Billie Jean’s sister is still gay.

[mara-tevith-solo]

Real Funny - part 6

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity and death

The entire conversation was starting to hurt, going in a direction that I never wanted it to from the very beginning "You can kiss my ass and fuck off, Wolffe!" I shouted angrily just before Plo drug Wolffe away before anything else could be said. As soon as the curtain stopped fluttering after them, I was reduced to tears. The GAR was my home, Wolffe was my love, and he had turned against me and wanted to force me out of my home just because I had done my job. The stim blew the sorrow out of proportion as I began hyperventilating, forcing Kix to give me a sleep stim so that I would calm down. 

I stared up at him as the hyperventilating stopped slowly, everything going fuzzy as Kix once again smoothed back my hair and I reached up to my neck. I panicked when I found my throat empty, looking around weakly until Kix slipped a cool chain and ring in my searching hand with murmured words that I couldn't make out. I sighed and relaxed into the bed as I fingered the ring, no longer fighting the stim, and Kix continued to murmur at me. I was thankful when darkness greeted me like an old friend and wrapped me in its embrace. When I woke, I was curled up on my side, the ring clutched tightly in my hand, next to my face. I took in a deep breath and sat up slowly, wincing when scabs and stitches pulled painfully. I stared down at the ring on the chain in my right palm, frowning down at it as I remembered all of the good times with Hardcase. I listened to the sounds of the medbay, the medics attending the wounded as the wounded groaned and whimpered. We were the unlucky ones and we all knew it. We all were still alive to fight a war for a Republic that didn't see clones as people. 

There was a space in my being that was empty and aching, a space that couldn't be filled again, because a certain hyper jokester wasn't coming home again. Tears filled my eyes as I clenched my jaw, trying to regain control of my emotions. But that never happened, instead, they spilled out like floodwaters, some never even touching my cheeks because of how heavy they were. I sniffed wetly, hugging my knees to my chest, the pain a bitter reminder "I tried to walk together, but the night was growing dark, thought you were beside me." I sung softly, my voice quivering slightly when a sob tried to escape. "But I reached and you were gone, sometimes I hear you calling from some, lost and distant shore. I hear you crying softly, for the way it was before." I didn't immediately notice when things went quiet from the rest of the medbay. "Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again? Are you alone? Are you afraid? Are you searching for me? Why did you go? I had to stay, now I'm reaching for you. Will you wait? Will you wait? Will I see you again?" I couldn't sing anymore as the sobs took over and I curled in on myself further, holding the ring to my forehead.

Sounds of everything were slow to restart, though I barely noticed, lost in my memories. I only returned to the world of the living when a warm hand came to rest on my shoulder. I flinched and looked up at the owner. Fives stared down at me with broken brown eyes, worried that he would lose me too. "Fives..." Barely squeaked past my lips before he sat on the bed next to me and collected me into his arms, tucking my head under his chin as I proceeded to sob into his armor. 

"Shhh, I'm here Val." He whispered softly, rocking back and forth slowly. "I miss him too." He murmured into my hair. We stayed like that, even after my tears had dried, until Kix came in and told Fives to go back to his duties so that he could check my injuries in peace. 

Fives left hesitantly, glancing back over his shoulder worriedly until he was out of the curtains. Kix removed my shirt carefully, rolling it up until the fabric was just under my breasts, and then he helped me take it off, stopping whenever I winced. He set the garment aside and got to my wounds, slowly taking off the bandages before cleaning the long gashes with antiseptic and then coating them with bacta-gel before redressing them with clean gauze. His shiner had disappeared, but he was still silent as he worked. He was itching to say something as he helped me put the shirt back on, but remained silent "Just say it." I sighed as I sat there, watching him as he collected the spent materials. 

He paused, looking down at the brown speckled gauze, sighing softly "Commander Wolffe has been petitioning for your removal from the GAR..." He looked up at me, searching for something to grip onto in my eyes. 

I tensed at the news, but ran a tired hand down my face "The GAR is my home, I have no where else to go." Suddenly, the thought of two certain Mando'ade came to mind, but I would have to do a lot of impressing to get on their side of things. "What has General Kenobi said?" I asked, trying to plan a way around Wolffe. 

"I said that I would think about it." The devil himself interrupted as he came through the curtains. Kix and I both snapped to attention beside the bed. He frowned at me disapprovingly "You really should be resting Val." He admonished gently, crossing his arms. 

"I'm sorry sir." I apologized before sitting back down on the bed, watching him expectantly. 

"Val, I know that you're a good soldier, and you've done much for the GAR..." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought about how to break bad news to me "But, I agree with Commander Wolffe. You're very valuable to the Republic, and we almost lost you on Umbara." Those blue eyes looked at me sadly, as though he was tied into a decision without his consent. 

I played with the ring that was still in my hand as I stared at him, thinking as I fought back more sadness and tears "Assign me to Sergeant Skirata." It left my mouth like a beg, something that didn't pass Kenobi's notice. His frown deepened like he wanted to argue "He's off the front lines and in intel. There's no where safer." I had a good point and he knew it. 

"I don't know, Val... Skirata is somewhat of a loose canon..." He argued halfheartedly "And those Nulls of his are unpredictable at best." He was rubbing his beard in thought, the only way I knew that I was making headway with the Jedi.

"Sir, you know as well as I do that I can still be of more use in his hands than anywhere else. Commander Wolffe is moving for my discharge: where I will be useless to the GAR because I will be made a civilian." I paused, looking up at him like a hopeful puppy. "Please sir, Krell took my squad, it's easier to be transferred than be reassigned a new one." I reasoned, both of us knowing that I was making a good point. 

Kenobi studied me for a moment before sighing "I'll see what I can do." He nodded before turning to go. "Oh, I nearly forgot, Commander Wolffe asked if he could see you. Should I send him in?" He asked with a small twinkle in his eyes. I frowned and steeled myself, still angry and hurt and knowing what I needed to do because of his betrayal. I only nodded, concerning Kenobi though he said nothing about it. 

"Should I stay?" Kix asked softly, noticing how tense I was, having an idea of what I was about to do.

"Yes, there needs to be a witness." I answered in a monotone as I shut down the emotional part of my being. He gulped and nodded as we waited for Wolffe to arrive.

He slipped through the curtain three minutes later with an expression that could melt ice "How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to make nice. 

"Shuk'la riduurok." I answered in that monotone. 

He visibly flinched, his cybernetic swirling with his hidden emotions. But he steeled himself to me not a blink later "May I ask why, sergeant?" He asked formally, hands behind his back.

"You betrayed me. I understand the motives, but that doesn't change what you did." He glanced over at Kix to my right before nodding and leaving without another word. A stray tear escaped from my left eye, but I brushed it away and clenched my jaw as I packed my emotions away in a small box at the back of my brain, hopefully to never be touched again. Kix left not thirty seconds later, leaving me to my thoughts.

[starlightrows]

Ramblings on Wolffe

I’ve been thinking about Wolffe a lot lately. What we see of him in the show. How he tends to be written in fan fiction. And how I view him.

We only see him in the show once before the events of Khorm. We see him as being pretty calm and put together. But what we don’t see is the common theme of thinking clones are expendable… that famous quote that makes us love Buir Plo so much actually came from Sinker.

“We're just clones, sir. We're meant to be expendable”

That’s Sinker. Not Wolffe. So… what does that leave us?

The Wolffe we see later in the show is grumpy and irritated. Usually at C-3PO and R2-D2 in the clone wars. Usually he’s irritated about something though. He’s not an angry, grumpy person. Not in my opinion anyway.

Anyone who’s read my stories with Wolffe in it can tell, I see him a little differently. I think he does get grumpy. I think he gets grumpy when he’s hangry. I think he gets grumpy when he’s sleep deprived or when a droid is making his already difficult job more difficult.

I think in his core Wolffe is one of those people that really wants to be more open like some of his brothers. He wants to be able to make strong emotional connections. But he tends to struggle with that. With his brothers. With women.

He’s not socially awkward. He does just fine talking to others. But when it comes to opening up, talking about his feelings or things that have happened to him in his life… he clams up. He doesn’t know how to talk about it. He unintentionally keeps others at arms length.

Until he meets that one person. Someone who just slots right into his life. Someone he interacts with and enjoys interacting with. Someone he finds himself wanting to be near and seeking out. Someone he just can’t stop thinking about. It doesn’t even occur to him that he’s letting this person in or getting close to them. It’s not until he realizes he’s admitting his deepest darkest secrets to this person that it dawns on him what’s happening.

I think in a relationship he is a bit more dominant, but less domineering that we see him characterized. I think he’s dominant because leadership comes easy to him. It’s a natural role he finds himself falling into in most situations. Especially if his partner likes it. I think anything he senses his partner liking or responding well to, he’ll lean into.

Because part of what makes him a good leader, is that he is a pleaser. Deep down a lot of what motivates him is being able to do right by his brothers. And make his General proud, not because he gives any ounce of a fuck about the Republic. Because he wants to make his mentor proud. He wants to make his brothers proud and protected. He wants to make his partner proud.

Wolffe still struggles to communicate his feelings at times. But he’s better about it, especially with a partner that’s good at reading him and asking him pointed questions that will get him to open up.

Wolffe is a surprisingly good listener. He may have resting stern face, but he is listening. He is not the coddling type, but he gives very good advice. He will listen when something is going on and he will be quiet and not interrupt when you’re venting. He is going to be honest. Even if it hurts a little. But he’ll do it in a way that you know he is trying to do what’s best for you.

He’s private about his relationship. What happens between him and his partner stays there. Unless he’s been drinking.

You guys. That is his weakness. When he drinks some good strong alcohol. He gets more laid back. He laughs a lot more. He’s way more likely to accidentally admit some deeper feelings without meaning to. To a partner. To his brothers. That’s when people in his life that are close to him find out how he really feels about things. Not just the honest, but surface level truth. But the whole truth.

This really is a ramble. Lots of disconnected thoughts about him strung together. I just really love Wolffe and spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about him as a person.

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

Oh my gosh I can't stop thinking about that chapter in "i take from you everything you allow" where Wolffe asks Plo if he's got a light for his cigarette and Plo just lights it with freaking force lightning. Could you do write a sequel to that or an extension of that scene? It's one of my favorite chapters in that fic

So that took a little longer than expected, but at last:

cigarettes and cilantro

from [ lit ]

1. 

Jedi die as easily as anyone else. 

The thought echoes in Wolffe’s mind. Jedi are not infallible. Shoot one, and he will fall over dead just like a trooper. There were so many bodies. He’d heard Generals Windu and Yoda speaking. One hundred eighty dead on the sands - and if they died like men, what else had he been taught that was a lie?

He throws his bucket onto his bunk. It rolls to a stop on top of his pillow, wobbling like a grave marker. He snarls and turns away from the macabre scene. 

His hands won’t stop shaking. They’re going to give him a Jedi. The vode have been called to action, and they’re going to give him a fragile, mortal Jedi who is not at all an invincible god, and he is going to watch his Jedi die on some battlefield because they die, that’s what they do, and Wolffe is only a man. He’s only a man, and his shaking mortal hands won’t stop shaking, damn the little gods.

He paces laps around the room. He wants to run, but outside the rest of his brothers are celebrating their first action in ten long waterlogged years, and he doesn’t want to spoil their mood, even if they are all deluded and he’s the only one who sees things as they really are. The restless energy crawls under his skin. He needs something, anything to make it stop. 

Bacara’s got that ARC vod who brings contraband in from off-world training exercises. The damn things smell like shit, but he swears they’re good for his nerves. It takes a few minutes to pick open Bacara’s footlocker and a few seconds to fish out the little paper box of cigarettes. The first breath burns, but he keeps at it and soon enough the tremors stop. 

It’s not quite enough to get rid of his sense of impending doom, but he thinks that nothing can do that anymore. They’re all living on borrowed time. There’s a blaster shot out there with his name on it, and it’s just a matter of when it finds him. 

2. 

There’s 576 troopers under his command, and 10 of them are still alive because their general is a reckless maniac. Plo Koon was supposed to be a nice, sensible High Councilor, not a walking mir’shupurla or’dinii like the 501st got, or a paklalatla diplomat like the 212th’s. 

Plo Koon is somehow even worse, because he goes about with his bad ideas and his silver tongue cheerfully. As if life is a game of cards in which he is the dealer rigging the results, and he won’t stop smiling about it. All that osik about Jedi serenity and wisdom was exactly that; Wolffe has yet to talk to a single vod whose jetti is as advertised. 

That alone would be enough to drive Wolffe to drink, except - 

Well, the whole jetti thing aside, he’s practically the picture of mandokar. He’s stubborn and an unholy terror on the battlefield, and so very pleased to be alive. If Jango could see him - well, he’d probably try to kill him, but if Jango heard his description, he’d approve wholeheartedly. And to say nothing of his loyalty; if any CC had allowed such a maneuver and risked their priority asset for troopers who really should have known better, there would be hell to pay. But the man took one look at the situation and went off to save his men simply because they were alive and needed the help.

The part of Wolffe that is predisposed to falling for people with mandokar is already bracing for impact. The part of him responsible for protecting his charge is getting ready to pickle his own liver. Since there’s not a drop of alcohol in sight, both parts are going to have to settle for chain-smoking. 

He’s got his own cigs now. Still crappy whatever’s-cheapest-and-available, but they get the job done. His standards, though low, do exist; he isn’t interested in cutting his already short lifespan materially shorter with death sticks. Bacara is a more understanding vod than, say, Fox, and didn’t kick up much of a fuss once his shit was replaced; now they swap complaints about their latest smokes. This one tastes even more like tar than usual and burns too quick.

He discards the remains of the cig and fishes out the next. A trooper - one of the lucky ones now singing the General’s praises - walks by.

“You okay, sir?” he asks.

“Just fine,” Wolffe grumbles, thumbing the wheel on his lighter for a spark. The shiny pauses.

“He’s really something, isn’t he?” he says. “The General. They said the Jedi were good, but I don’t think I really believed it. But he came back for us.”

“He did,” says Wolffe. “Don’t make him do it again,” he says, and takes a long drag. 

3. 

His General uses Force lightning, and he uses it to light cigarettes. If that isn’t a frivolous use of the Force, Wolffe doesn’t know what is. He should probably be more concerned than he is, but the calming effect of the tobacco has already settled in. 

He keeps going back to the moment Plo stepped in close, like a challenge, like an invitation, and the urge to get him up against the wall and make him show something other than his cool composure. There must be something under his facade of unshakable calm. He doesn’t have hair to pull, but his fussy, excessively draped robes would provide as good a handhold as anything. He’d resist, of course; the fight would be part of the fun, but they’ve already established that Wolffe is the better between them at hand-to-hand. Wolffe would win in the end.

They’d start with their usual exchange, short, sharp jabs to test one another’s guard, and then longer flurries as they warmed up. Wolffe would allow Plo to press forward, would draw him in slowly, gradually, until he was in throwing range. Plo would notice and fall back, and their dance would continue. And then Plo would tire, as he did without the Force, and he would slow, and maybe the first few times he lingered in range too long Wolffe would be lenient and allow him to escape, sliding just out of reach. But at the edge of his endurance, Wolffe would catch him and haul him down to the ground, hold him wrists to the dirt, pinned by Wolffe’s weight. And he’d lean in, their breaths mixing, and -

Ah, fuck. The cigarette has burned almost all the way down in the time that he’s been dreaming. He takes a last drag and shakes himself loose of the fantasy. It’s never going to happen anyway. 

4. 

He’s sitting outside watching the stars and the arm of the galaxy in the night sky. There’s nothing left to do for the night. Everything’s tucked in and the captains can take care of whatever petty issues might arise. He’s got himself an honest-to-gods night off, and he knows exactly what he’s going to do with it. 

Plo settles beside him, his robes brushing quietly against the grass, and obligingly provides a spark when Wolffe holds out a cig. The smoke curls unpleasantly in the air and Plo leans away, nose wrinkling behind his mask. It’s not especially poisonous to him; it just gets caught in the rebreather and takes forever to cycle out. Still he comes to join Wolffe when he has nothing to do except burn a pack. 

“The benefits outweigh the drawbacks,” he says when Wolffe asks. “I’d accept your company however it is offered.” He lies stretched out on the ground, head so close to Wolffe’s hip, one clawed hand resting at the hollow where his ribs end, the other absently spinning a flower that smells like cold. 

“You could ask me to stop,” says Wolffe. It’s just a pastime; he doesn’t get cravings. His hands don’t shake for lack of nicotine. But - why not indulge a little when tomorrow and its consequences may never come? Will likely never come, even, the way the war is going. 

Plo hums instead of giving an answer. “I think, when we return to the ship, I should like to plant a garden.”

“Oh?” There’s not very much room that hasn’t already been claimed. A corner in the bay area that used to be for shuttles. Maybe he could clear out a spot by the engines. Plants liked heat, right? 

Plo hums again. “I have not tasted kand in many years. It grows poorly away from Dorin.”

Wolffe resists the urge to comment. Dorin doesn’t share any of its creations well, present company included. In fact, Wolffe is convinced present company might have a few more working brain cells had he not convinced the Sages to convince General Windu to bring him to Coruscant. But Plo continues as though he can’t feel the sarcasm coming off Wolffe in waves. 

“It’s a shrub, you see. Maintaining the necessary environment through the first nonproductive seasons makes it an unattractive option for commercial off-world growers. Only a few attempts have been made, even by the Agri-Corp.”

“Seems like you might be better off trying something else,” says Wolffe. “Seems like a lot of work for something that you might never see.”

“Perhaps,” says Plo, and then he takes off on another tangent. 

5.

He’s thinking about tomorrow and all the days that come after, and he’s thinking about what being happy feels like, and mostly he’s thinking about Plo, because he can have Plo if he wants and he knows it, and he’ll take Plo even if he might lose him later, and the losing will hurt more than anything else ever could, but the not having is even worse. And each moment of having makes the possible Plo-less future even more terrifying, but also moves the future where he gets to keep Plo closer into reach, and that’s worth it, isn’t it? To have and to hold, and to keep reaching for the future that he wants. 

He’s thinking and Plo is coming to him, and he’s got a cigarette between his fingers, the last of the box. He bends it in half and bins it unlit. 

“Not to your taste?” Plo asks, falling into step behind him.

“Nah,” says Wolffe. “Think I’ve found something better.”

[mara-tevith-solo]

Real Funny - part 5

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity and death

That night, Krell showed the officers a transmission from General Kenobi about how the capitol was being supplied by a trade ship before sending us all back on our way after watching some missiles come down. My blood boiled at the thought of what was going to happen next and grit my teeth before taking some time to rest. I was no good to anyone on E. A few hours later, Fives shook me awake, smoothing back my hair when I blinked up at him "Is it time?" I asked softly, feeling my gut sink and the beginnings of tears sting my eyes.

He didn't even looked shocked as he nodded, too used to my knowings, and moved aside as I got out of the bunk and snapped my torso armor on as fast as I could. I nearly ran to the landing pad where the other two were waiting. "You came." Jesse exclaimed, surprised that I was sacrificing sleep to see them off. 

"Of course I came." I nodded, setting down my bucket and pouncing on the closest trooper, throwing my arms around their neck and holding them tightly for a moment before moving onto the next and repeating the action. When I got to Hardcase, he was ready for me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground an inch or two and just holding me tightly "I'll miss you." I couldn't help but whisper. I meant it, I meant it to the very core of my being. He was a true friend and always brought a sense of life wherever he went.

He was confused for a moment but then I felt him beam into my neck "I'll miss you too." There was a giddy happiness, as though I had told him that I loved him. I stopped the tears as much as I could, even when my eyes blurred and refused to clear.

When he set me down and released me, I went back over to my helmet and fixed them all with stern looks "You boys come home, ya hear? You come home and I'll teach you any dance you wanna know." I promised sternly, back rigid. It was the only way to keep my composure. 

"Yes sir!" They all saluted before donning their helmets and running back to their ships and leaving before anyone could stop them. I couldn't stop crying as soon as they couldn't see me, drowning in my sorrow and mourning as I put on my bucket and wondered the base aimlessly. Somehow, I found myself in the medbay, in a chair next to 3119's cot as he slept soundly. It was only slightly soothing, but it was a welcomed distraction to listening to people breathing, focusing on how deep and even each breath was. No one in the medbay was in any immediate danger. 

When the two finally came back, Krell and a guard was waiting, as was I. I didn't listen as Krell lectured the two 'traitors' I was instead focusing on the space that Hardcase should have been occupying. The two were stripped and taken to the holding cells while I went back to the medbay. "Val..." Rex asked from the doorway as I silently checked bandages, never taking off my bucket, to hide my crying.

"Yes Captain?" I asked, not even looking his way as I checked that cheek wound for infection and reapplied a bandage.

"This was instructed to be given to you by... by Hardcase." He swallowed, holding a hand out to me. I finally turned to him and held out a palm. Feeling the ultimate sorrow seep off him in waves, he dropped something small but hollow into my hand "I'm very sorry for your loss, Val." I didn't like the way he said it, not at all. I looked down at the object and nearly collapsed into new tears; it was a durasteel band, one that would easily fit my right pointer finger, with a small group of diamond flakes in the center that gleamed like stars. I staggered to regain my balance as I stared at the ring. He had fully intended to propose at the end of the mission, and he was so confident that I would say yes, that he had somehow procured a ring. I closed my fist around the offending metal and clutched it to my chest. 

Before I could do anything else, the order went out for all able bodied soldiers to form up for an assault. I slipped off a glove and put the ring on before slipping the glove back on, knowing there would be plenty of time to admire it later, and rushed with Kix to the front lines with Rex. It felt strange to go into a battle with the 501st sans Jesse, Fives, and Hardcase. When I was finally informed that the 'enemy' was wearing our armor, it was too late for me to stop the carnage. All I could do was run around, screaming that everyone was a clone, no one was Umbaran, and that we had been tricked. All it got me before the end of it was a bolt to the shoulder in close quarters. When the firing stopped, I marched up to the line of men, aggravated and in pain as I held my shoulder "Who shot me?" I asked loudly, staring at the men of my legion. They all looked shame faced "Who shot me?" I asked, sounding more tired and a tad nicer. A trooper pointed to the man next to him, ratting him out. 

I approached the man aggressively, scaring the dickens out of him as he backed up "Sir I'm so..." Before he could get another word out, my arms were around him in a hug, holding him close to comfort him.

"It's alright trooper. It's alright." I soothed as his shaking stopped and he started sobbing into the crook of my neck. We stayed like that until Rex ordered us all to go arrest Krell for treason, all of us more than happy to oblige. I waited with the group on the ground, finger twitching on the trigger as we all waited. As soon as Krell was out the window, my rifle was to my shoulder "FIRE!!" I yelled, already trying to blast him out of the sky. My luck stopped holding out as he slashed shallowly through my middle and across my back as the first blow sent me spinning, sending me crashing to the ground in so much pain, I was almost numb. By the time that Kix was able to get to me, I was in shock and everything was tinted with black. He murmured things to me as he rushed me to the med center and put me under.       

Waking up from being put under while nearly dying was a painstaking slow process that back slid several times before finally sticking. "Wolffe? Kix? Hardcase?" I asked groggily, looking around the curtained enclosure with bleary eyes.

"Ah, you're awake. You have some explaining to do." Kix said sternly, coming closer with a commpad in his hands. Once he was close enough, I saw the shiner on his right eye. "What is Commander Wolffe to you?" He asked, crossing his arms and visually daring me to lie.

"Do you swear not to tell another soul?" I asked softly, blushing because, ten credits, it was Wolffe who gave Kix the shiner. He frowned but nodded and I beckoned him closer until my lips were nearly against the shell of his ear "Wolffe and I are married." I admitted.

He straightened like a shot, gaping down at me as though I had just told him I was the Chancellor's mistress. "You had better be karking joking, Valeri!" He growled, looking murderous and betrayed.

"I couldn't tell anyone! It would have been an automatic court-marshaling and reconditioning! Please Kix!" I begged, my heart racing with fear as I fought against my pain to sit up. "I'm sorry I never told anyone, I wanted to, it killed me every day! But I couldn't because there's so much at stake." I began having a panic attack, thinking that every friendship I had built was going to crumble from beneath me like a house built on sand. 

Tears fell from my eyes and he sighed before collecting me in a reassuring embrace and letting me cry into his shoulder "I'm not mad Val, I was just concerned and a little betrayed. I understand why you never told anyone, but Wolffe somewhat blew it when his Legion boarded and they learned what happened to you. He was here in three minutes flat and sucker punched me when I told him that I didn't know if you would survive or not. Master Koon had to drag him away." He whispered so that no one else would hear as he smoothed back my less than clean hair.

I calmed after a few minutes, relaxing against him and letting him lay me back down "Can I see him? He probably hasn't slept since he came in." 

"Yes, but Master Koon has to accompany him..." He warned me as though Plo Koon would be an inhibitor. He wouldn't, but he would ensure things stayed tame. 

"Who do you think was the officiant?" I whispered with a soft giggle as his eyes widened like dinner plates. Without another word, he finished checking my vitals and left to go request a certain Jedi and his Commander. It wasn't that long after that the front curtain separated to allow the Kel Dor and the clone into the small space around the bed. "You both are a sight for sore eyes." I smiled in greeting, saluting the General before Wolffe could claim my hands.

"As are you, young one. Gave us all quite the scare." Master Koon admonished gently, patting my knee quickly before folding his hands in front of himself.

"I apologize sir." I bowed my head as much as I could.

"You apologize? What would we have done if your had died, Val? By the Force, we were all terrified!" Wolffe laid into me, not raising the volume of his voice, but certainly raising its intensity.

I know I shouldn't have been angry, that I should have let his fear filled rage flow over me like a wave, but I was in pain, I was sick of laying down, and I was incredibly high on pain stims "Don't give me that shit, Commander! You know as well as I do that war comes with risks. I was willing to meet mine in order to save my fucking men. I know that you've been ready to meet yours multiple times." I growled, zeroed in on the Commander as though he was my arch nemesis. It felt like he was in that moment. Master Koon sighed.

"I'm a CLONE, it's my JOB to die! It's not your job to go on a suicidal vendetta against a fallen Jedi! I want you out of this army! TODAY!!" He yelled, his eyes wide and spit flying out of his mouth.