#I just think plo koon is neat

[denndrawings]

Dad Master Plo Koon and lil ‘Soka

[sixfrogsonalog]

one of my favourite things about the clone wars is that everyone just agreed that the clone commanders are all in love with their generals.

Obi Wan and Cody? theyre in love. they drink tea together.

Aayla and Bly? married, paint each others nails sometimes.

Shaak Ti and Colt? adopted every single clone trooper, official parents of the GAR.

Anakin and Rex might not be in romantic love, but platonically they were MADE for one another.

and everyone knows that Plo adopted the wolffepack so there nothing but love there, too.

they just deserve to be happy.

[gaeasun]

I was today years old when I realized Plo Koon only has three fingers

[cassi-llusion]

The Force is such an interesting concept. I like the way Matt Stover describes it in his version of Revenge of the Sith.

It flows like water, changing to fit differently for each person. I think it opens a lot of both fluff and angst abilities (wink).

Ahsoka and Anakin are so similar it reflects in their force signatures. They are both raging storms of potential and emotions but Anakin far surpasses her. His will of the force is fueled by fear and anger, like a hurricane. Ahsoka's is a far calmer storm, one more driven by wanting to do more, to BE more.

If you don't know either of them well, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Obi-Wan still messes it up.

On days he needs to find Anakin for a meeting with a council, he'll reach out into the force and look for the storm and let it lead him to Anakin. But when he gets there he's met with an upset Ahsoka.

Or

Plo Koon searches for Ahsoka, and he feels the calm storm growing closer. Only to turn and become face-to-face with Anakin returning from a meeting with Senator Amidala.

I just think force signatures are neat.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tribe'

When not turning his home into a giant light hazard for Jesus's Birthday or getting into yelling fights in the alley with Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor who is a DIE HARD 'Bama fan) about SEC football, Doug's been randomly texting me things about the Jedi.

I'll update y'all on that soon enough. (Plo Koon = Sexy Shrimp Daddy?!)

Meanwhile, here is his review of his favorite episode of Season 2 of The Bad Batch...TRIBE, or as Doug calls it 'Chewbacca Junior and the Weed Business'.

Yes, a random fetch quest one in which Clone Force 99 helps out a random Wookiee kid. His favorite. Don't ask.

Need a Doug refresher? Check it out under Doug Talks Star Wars here.

TW: Doug Doug's as is his Doug-like wont. Hold onto your butts. A little calmer since Daddy Warcrimes is MIA in this one.

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So we got Daddy Rambo and the gang making counterfeit licenses for underage drinkers or whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess, and Daddy Rambo will do a lot of things, but obtaining gainful employment ain’t one of them. 

Ryan-from-Accounting is smug as hell about his counterfeiting operation. You’re so smart, Ryan-from-Accounting, why don’t you go to law school and start practicing corporate licensing? At least you can get equity there, ya dingaling.

And Little Orphan Blondie runs away because she’s embarrassed to be seen around them. I get it, kid.

Woah, it’s Chewbacca Junior! Are the lizard and robot people trying to sell him to the circus or something? Oh, he’s a Jedi?! When did this happen, this is awesome! I loved Chewbacca! I love Wookiees! AWESOME!!!

And Little Orphan Blondie is protecting him, go Little Orphan Blondie, go! 

I hope they adopt Chewbacca Junior and get him a collar and a nice bed on the floor of the HMS Search Warrant. They need a pet. Little Orphan Blondie can brush him and put bows in his hair! Do you think he uses a litter box?

They’re taking him home, and look! Little Orphan Blondie is giving him her Lunchables. I’m proud of the Dad Batch, they’re teaching Little Orphan Blondie good morals. Oh, poor wee Chewbacca Junior, he has no family and when he talks it sounds like Jimmers when he’s treed a squirrel*.

But Ryan-from-Accounting can understand him! Ya know, I wonder if his helmet can translate Bitch and that’s how Ryan-from-Accounting talks to his Bitch Wife Laura. 

It would be awesome if they adopt Chewbacca Junior and he attacks people with his lightsaber. He’s like a pet version of an MR-15! Imagine the DAMAGE his furry ass would do on the battlefield! 

Ooh, they made it to Wookieeland! Ya know, it always reminded me of where Jenny and I used to camp in northern California. I wonder if there’s a brewery nearby? I bet Toaster Strudel needs to throw back, that man needs a beer and a restraining order from Daddy Rambo. 

Oh SHIT, looks like the bugs from Klendathu made their way down to Wookieeland. Somebody call the Starship Troopers! Oh, wait, they can talk to those things like Dougie Houser did? Woah. Neat. 

Looks like the Empire found the Wookiee weed farm and torched it. Poor Wookiees, they’re just trying to make an honest living growing herb. Leave ‘em alone!

Which planet makes meth, my money’s on Tatooine, it looks like New Mexico and that place is meth Disneyland, there was a whole TV show about it. 

(Above is...Tatooine?! - Dr Meat Muffin)

Oh man it’s Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s shitty brothers and they’re burning the whole weed operation to the ground. Guess they work for the DEA.

Kick their asses, Wookiees! Now they want Chewbacca Junior, but the Dad Batch is saying FUCK YOU! 

Go Dad Batch go! Fire ‘em up! Destroy the tanks! GO JULIO GO! It’s like Apocalypse Now with Bigfoot!

More Wookiees! And they’re riding giant monkey-cats! AWESOME. Man, I feel stoned just watching this episode. Why can't I stop giggling.

Granny Wookiee says come on in and have some weed! Oh, shit, are they doing ayahuasca? Toaster Strudel ain’t having it, but Julio’s down. Julio’s down for anything, he’s probably gonna stick around, use his pipe laying skills, and get some free ganga out of the deal. Man, we all need a Julio in our life. Love him. 

Oh, poor Chewbacca Junior can’t find a home. Come on, Granny Wookiee, just let him crash with you guys! He can clip weed on the side, he’s got that lightsaber, let ‘em have it. But first, let’s talk to the trees! Did they take mushrooms before this scene, Jesus Christ this really does take place in Humboldt County, doesn’t it.

Ah, nevermind, the gators that run the DEA are here. With Stormtroopers. Oh shit, are the gators wearing Wookiee pelts while fighting Wookiees? That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit right there.

Welp, time for fire fights, Smokey the Bear does not approve of this episode, especially as one of the lizard men chases Chewbacca Junior and Little Orphan Blondie into the woods with a flamethrower. 

Oh shit, there are the bugs! Shit, am I actually cheering on the bugs from Starship Troopers? What is going on here, I’m so confused. Whelp, they’re eating Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s brother, good for them.

Back to Granny Wookiee’s Pot Palace, where Toaster Strudel and Julio throw back her questionable moonshine and smile at each other. If they end up with Wookiee girlfriends, it will be weird, but I will be happy for them. 

And Little Orphan Blondie and Chewbacca Junior are talking to the trees, again. Just watching this episode makes me wanna go back to Electric Forest. Except I don’t think Oceana County has wookiees, but it does have crazy people in the woods I guess. 

*=Jimmers is Doug’s extremely handsome poodle mix dog. His full name is Jimmers Jimothy Jimerson III and they found him as a stray when he was eating trash behind a bowling alley in Nacogdoches. 

Where my Doug fans at? @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @merkitty49 @sued134 are the biggest, but let me know if ya wanna be tagged in the next installment!

[it-was-rose]

Even though he dosen't play a huge role in the comic, "Emissaries to Malastare" has my favourite look for Plo Koon. I just think the hooded cloak + yellow lightsaber looks neat. What do you think of it?

omg listen,,, when I say I love the yellow lightsaber, I mean it. I love it. Tickles my brain. Ever since I found out that was what he originally had, I've refused to draw him with the blue. And with the golden kind of force lightning he could do too?? It just makes sense. (Also the colour implies that he was a sentinel, which makes perfect sense when taking his character into account.)

I love the hooded cloak too, cause he deserves to be cosy, but I think my favourite look for him is probably from e10 s6 of clone wars. Because the armour + the poncho just does it for me.

Thanks for giving me an opportunity to talk about Plo <3

[stinkythehutt]

i’m gonna be real. since finding out that dave filoni loves plo koon & marks any ideas he likes with the words ‘plo kool’ i just can’t find it in myself to have any animosity toward the guy. i think he’s neat

[shadow-pixelle]

9 People You Would Like to Get to Know Better.

Was tagged by @shootingstarpilot, ta very much.

Three ships: I'll go with one for each of my current main fandoms, so Jocasta Nu/Plo Koon for Star Wars (I am still here thriving on my pool floaty for that one), Dick Grayson/Wally West for DC, and Danny Fenton/Jason Todd for DCxDanny Phantom (yes that is still DC, no I do not care, there's enough crossover fics that it practically counts as it's own fandom ok.)

First ever ship: Uuuuh. Uuuuh. Y'know. I cannot remember for the life of me? Genuinely it might've been NaruMitsu, aka Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, from my original re-dive into fandom hell outside of just playing games.

Everything about that is a weird thought. I consider myself to have been in fandom stuff since like 2015, I didn't get into Ace Attorney until like 2018 or so because a friend was streaming their playthrough of it? And it was like another year or two later before I found that first fic (Saturation by TiedyedTrickster on AO3, lovely fic, genuinely wonderful). But I really can't remember anything else I actually actively shipped earlier than that? Like maybe there were a few things but I seem to remember that a lot of that kinda stuff was very much me glancing at a fic and going 'oh hey that chemistry's neat' but not really caring about it outside of that fic. Huh. Anyway.

Last song: Immortalized, Hidden Citizens.

Last movie: soft error sounds so I don't watch movies because my attention span is dogshit. I think the last thing that I actually full-force sat down and watched all the way through without my brain wandering off entirely was Moana, and that was over a year ago?

Man I need to watch more movies. I'm pretty sure I've got a watchlist somewhere.

Currently reading: I'm kinda sorta on a book break at the moment in that there are a lot of books I could be reading, my shelf is super full, but my brain is not currently capable of reading new things and so they're all sitting there glaring at me from a distance. If we're willing to talk fics though I'm rereading Commander by Drich with is a Planetary Annihilation Self Insert and also fucking incredible like everything else they write.

Currently consuming: I have my big jug of water (it's a 1L mason jar that I repurposed for drinking from because it means I actually remember to drink things) and am contemplating having a mooch through my snack box for chocolate.

Currently craving: the inari nigiri and little mochi balls that they have at the Yo! sushi bar thing in my local Tesco. I had to go shopping earlier for some bits and thought about getting some for lunch but didn't cause I have food at home. Jokes on me, I guess, now I really want it but it's currently tipping it down with rain and I'm not going out in that to go get food when I've already eaten.

No pressure tags for @kalicofox, @greentrickster since I mentioned your fic, and @clockwayswrites, and also anyone else who spots this out in the wild and decides they'd like to!

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

trying to work on the next fic in the plo koon timetravel story and i keep having to pause and try not to get distracted looking up geological details lmfao. See, part of the plot centers around a mine, and I'm kind of using that as an excuse to both show off non-combat Force usage and delve into Baran Do lore a bit... buuuut to do that I have to go into a bit more geological detail than I otherwise would. Which is requiring actual academic research lmfao.

(so far the fun part has been the potential application of Force-based survey/exploration techniques XD I just think it would be neat if u could feel the way that different formations lay underground.)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I just.. you know.

Think Plo Koon's really neat.

Ilovehimsomuchiwilldieforhimokay

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

I'm sorry to say that today hasn't been a very fruitful writing day. But I did get a scene with Tyvokka and Jaster written down. Pretty much, the only context needed is Tyvokka comes to Jaster to warn him about a Force vision he's seen with the warning that you shouldn't take it as a forgone conclusion and there's always a choice or a path that will bring that particular future about. So you know, your basic Jedi nonsense which Mando soooooo love to hear. I quickly debated Tyvokka giving Jaster the ol' shovel talk but truthfully? I kinda hate them. It usually comes across kinda possessive of the person you're trying to warn the party off of them. Not to mention taking way their agency and right to make their own choices. It’s got this icky connotation that the one giving the shove talk doesn’t trust the person to be an adult etc. Maybe they don’t want you to fight their own battles for them and wow welcome to my anti-shovel talk Ted Talk.

I DID think about doing a reverse shovel talk and having Jaster go in expecting the 'Don't you hurt my son' talk. And thought instead. "Be careful that my son does not hurt you. He's a Jedi and he will always choose his duties over you' sorta speech. Cause I love my expectation subversion. Not too sold on this but we'll see. As always, super rough draft, no editing blah blah blah. I might end up switching up the quotation marks on Tyvokka's speech to the same « » thingies they use in the comics. Though I feel like that is just them translating Shyriiwook. We'll see. I'm not completely in love with this scene and may end up re-doing it. Tyvokka seems remarkable chill over Plo kinda skating the edge of acceptable Jedi behavior in having a regular romantic partner.

I might have him give him a come to Jesus speech, I don't know. Again ugh I hate it and it's kinda troperiffic too. But I figure from the Jedi side of things the person who would totally be able to read through Jaster and Plo's super bad attempts at hiding their relationship would be Tyvokka. So we'll see, I suppose? Also wow El how many times can you say we'll see I suppose in the span of two paragraphs? A shit ton, I suppose.

“You are talking like this is some holonovel where good defeats evil and everyone lives happily ever after. But real life isn’t like that, Mandalorian. It isn’t that neat or tidy.” Tyvokka didn’t mince words and while it was strange hearing the crisp Core-worlds Coruscanti accent try to convey the same level of gruff harshness that he could hear in the Wookie’s actual tone of voice. 

But honestly, Jaster could appreciate that brutal honesty. 

“Alright, fine, I will try not to let my hatred for Tor make me stupid.” 

“Good. There is one other thing, this was much more....nebulous. I think there may be a traitor in your camp. Or at least one who has ill intentions. I could not see that detail very clearly, but some kind of betrayal is what will set you on the path toward the destruction that I foresaw.”

“That’s not saying a lot, I’m sorry to say. Half of them barely want to be here and are probably secretly hoping this whole affair crashes and burns.” Jaster felt awful that when he said that, his mind immediately went to Montross and the sort of cold war the two’s once strong partnership had devolved into. 

“That division in your ranks might explain what I was sensing, but I suspect there is more to it. I will meditate on this.” 

“I won’t lie, it all sounds a little far-fetched to me but I have spent enough time around Plo Koon to know that the Force <I>osik</I> you Jedi get up to is real enough. And I am man enough to admit that I don’t know or am capable of understanding the many and varied workings of the universe around me.”

Tyvokka eyed the Mandalorian curiously and with piercing golden eyes. He’d heard enough false modesty to recognize when someone was putting on a facade and Jaster Mereel was not. It didn’t exactly fit with the image he had of what a Mandalorian would be. 

At first, when he’d heard of the strange friendship between Plo and this Mandalorian, it had sounded like one of the most bizarre things he’d heard in his many centuries of living. 

He’d long suspected there might be more to that friendship and while as a Jedi, he did not wish to see Plo Koon come to a point where he might have to choose between his duties as a Jedi and his curious choice of lovers. 

The part of him that had nurtured and cared for the boy like he was his own wanted to see him happy. And this man seemed to make him happy so really, what more could he ask for? 

“You’re looking at me like you’re considering which kind of wine my liver would best pair with again.” The human joked and Tyvokka snorted inelegantly. 

“I was never fond of liver anyway. Now kidneys on the other hand. And humans have two, right? Even better.” 

He half expected the man to wince or cringe back, but the Mandalorian was made of sterner stuff and just laughed sharply. 

“Hands off my kidneys and my liver. I’m using them.”

“You’re the one who keeps mentioning me eating them. How was I to know you were not making me some strange Mandalorian offering?”

“I know we have a reputation for being rough and uncivilized but even we don’t participate in cannibalism.” Jaster snorted and climbed to his feet carefully. “I appreciate the heads up though. Seriously. Stars know when it comes to Tor Vizsla, I tend to get tunnel vision.”

“You must learn to let that anger and hate go, Mandalorian. That is the path to the Dark side. You may not be a Jedi but it can still taint your heart and poison your mind.”

“Easier said than done, I am afraid.”

“Anything worth doing is never easy. Even we Jedi struggle with our own inner demons and temptations from the Dark side. Anger and hatred are uncomplicated emotions, but ultimately, they are hollow and leave you feeling unsatisfying. That is what makes them so dangerous.” 

The dark-haired human had a strange look on his face, one that Tyvokka couldn’t quite parse out despite his centuries of dealing with his kind. 

“Some interesting food for thought.” 

[oloreaa]

plo koon? more like plo swoon

[hopefulstarfire]

I would just like to suggest an AU where Qui-Gon lives and he confides in his close friend Plo Koon about the situation with Anakins mother and how he was unable to help her at the time, and Plo simply is like "Well, that's not going to do."

And the two get to Tatooine and manage to go free Shmi with a little bit of help from Padmé who was not about to let that woman live like that any longer, and Padmé also helps set up a nice house on Naboo for Shmi.

Anakin grows up with Obi-Wan as a big brother type figure in his life, has his mom, essentially has two dads now, and baby Ahsoka as his sister.

When the Clone Wars starts, Shmi essentially now has even more kids in the forms of the 501st and the Wolf Pack. They all call her Mom.

Qui-Gon and Shmi are not so secretly together. Could also be together with Plo in one of the healthiest and sweetest polys in the galaxy. That would also be cool.

[commanderbengiskywalker]

98. Fordo, Kit, and Plo whump where Fordo's finally done with the republic?

98: “I am done with…”

Characters: Fordo, Monnk, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and Bant Eerin.

Summary: Fordo gets a call to come down to the Temple.

A/N: I apologize for getting this in late. I hope you enjoy it. This is set in the Shadows of Republic Verse. The other is on the way.

Beep…

Beep..

He groaned, as he tossed to his other side, pulling the blankets closer. He sighed, attempting to return to dreamless sleep. There was creaking above him as his vod’ika turned, beeping clearly disturbing the other.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Fordo…” the voice above him sighs.

There was no response.

Beep.

Beep.

“Ori’vod…” they said again, growing irritated, tossing. “Ori’vod, get the comm.”

Still no response from the one below, only the sounds of tossing and turning.

Beep.

Beep.

Bee–

“Ori’vod!” The other hissed, banging the bunk.

“...Yes, Stec?” The one below huffed, tiredness edged at his voice.

“Answer the comm, Fordo,” Stec hissed. “It’s been beeping for half an hour.”

“I know.” Fordo replied flatly, though muffled by the pillow.

“So answer it.”

“The vod’ika know not to call me after the fourth ring. It can wait.”

Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep.

“Clear it can’t, Fordo.” He states. “Now answer it.”

There was a sigh and the sound of shuffling underneath.

Fordo huffed, reaching for his comm on neat nightstand. He blinked as the bright blue light of the holocommunicator sprung to reveal another one of his younger brothers.

“Monnk,” he said, gazing at his clearly dressed brother. Presumably it was morning where he was. “What is it that you need?”

Monnk was fairly capable like all his brothers were. He rarely needed assistance like Kote, Rex or Wolffe did, but he wasn’t like Doom or Gree who preferred being a solo platoon. Then again, he was more suited for diplomatic missions when the underwater missions weren’t available.

“Master...Fisto..” Monnk starts, glancing somewhere off screen, seeming worried, “has been... irritated lately.”

“How so?” He asked, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes.

Kit Fisto was a...difficult Jetii to deal with. Not disobedient or uncooperative on missions per se–at least from Monnk’s opinion–but is rather hesitant to trust. He always says that he patrols a ways away from him, while being as always as upset. Though the leading General could not blame him. The Republic is full of a bunch of shebs. With only a few trustworthy ones–which are few and far between, in his opinion.

“I assume you read the reports of the Umbaran incident?” Monnk asked, clasping his hands on his helmet, rubbing it.

He raised an eyebrow. “No...we’re a bit preoccupied with the Hunter crew. Why?”

“The...Besalisk, Pong Krell was killed on Umbara.” He continues carefully.

“So? He’s a sheb and sheb’urcyin to the Republic. I fail to see why Master Fisto is upset.”

His younger brother was silent for a moment, glancing once more at presumably Fisto, who was presumably standing angrily somewhere.

“I think it’s best that you come to Coruscant, Ori’vod.” He said, gazing back at him.

He hums. “Very well, Monnk. Just don’t call unless he becomes more upset. Jate ca.”

“Nuhoy pirusti, Ori’vod.” Monnk said, as he turned off the comm.

He sighs, setting the comm back on the nightstand.

“What do you think it is?” Stec asked.

“I don’t know,” he grumbled, as he laid back down, “but if Fisto seems more agitated than usual, then it either has to do with the Grandmaster or…”

“The Koon?” He inquired.

“Hopefully not.” He replied. “Jate ca.”

“Jate ca.”

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They landed on Coruscant two weeks later after completing their mission. He and Monnk walked through the be’Jetiise Temple, passing by younglings who peeked behind their Masters’ legs or behind marble columns, looking at them with fear in their young eyes. While their elders frowned distasteful at them. The vod had free reign of their only home. It was natural for them to be upset, even if they seemed used to it at this point of the War.

As they walked, slowly but surely, the types of walls changed from those that were old, stained and cracked—to those of better conditions. They were more of beautiful marble that glistened with the sun shining through the tall windows, almost giving an air of peace and tranquillity. It almost gave him a false sense of hope for why he was called here in the first place.

“Is this wing closed off?” He asked, as he glanced about, noting the decrease of Jetii in the area.

“You could say that.” Monnk replied casually.

Though he did not say a word since he arrived, his casual nature seemed offsetting to him.

“This is Councilors Hall,” he continues, smiling, “or as it’s also known as–the Favoured Hall.”

He frowned. “What?”

The younger one asked, he halted in front of a pristine beige colored door. He glanced around the empty hall before he raised his hand and knocked.

“You remember the bounty hunters that were causing trouble for the Republic?” He asked, as they waited.

“Yes.” He answered, adjusting his helmet under his arm. “The ones who were ‘kidnapping’ the Jedi, yes?”

“Indeed.” He nods, as he glances once more before knocking again. “They were apparently the ones who killed Krell on Umbara.”

He chuckled. “They had every right to.”

The red head nods in agreement.

There were rumors of bounty hunters kidnapping Jedi and taking them to who knows where. Originally it started with those in the Outer Rim, picking up Padawans and Knights. Before becoming more bold and taking those of who Guarded the Senate Building. The head of security went missing halfway through the previous year. Since then, security has been lacking at the Senate Building with Senators becoming furious by this.

Though they weren’t the only ones, apparently. There were hushed rumours of the Grandmaster of the Order becoming more distant and irritated by the event.

Monnk sighed, as he knocked once more. “Fisto. It’s us.”

They were greeted with more silence.

“What’s wrong?” Fordo asked.

“There was...an investigation on Krell’s death.” He said slowly, knocking. “There’s a Padawan and a Knight missing from the mission.”

“I see...though not too worrying.” The General nods.

“Well that isn’t the—”

The door suddenly opened and revealed a Mon Calamari standing in the doorway. They were short, with big blue eyes staring at them, rubbing their hands on a towel. Though, Fordo couldn’t help but notice how parts of their dark blue robes and brown pants were stained with–what he hoped wasn’t–dried blood.

“Who—”

“Enter.” The Mon Calamari said simply, as they turned back into the apartment.

He glanced at Monnk, who calmly followed after the Jetii. He followed them into the rather large apartment, but it was hardly what he would call up to code with med kits covering the floor, packets of juice littered the counter and the dining table, the liquid staining it. Whereas the caf table–that was pushed to the side of the room–was piled with new or used gauze, a suture kit, and a few glasses of juice.

For a moment, he could’ve sworn that the fan must’ve been turned on low, as there was a faint whirring sound that buzzed through the apartment before he gazed at Fisto, as he sat cross legged on the floor with–what he feared the most–Plo Koon.

They sat there with Fisto holding him close, resting his chin on his head, while the other rested his head on his shoulder, wheezing as he slept. Though from what he could see, there were half attempts at bandaging laceration wounds along his back, sides and arm, as blood seeped through the gauze and onto the Nautolan’s robes and pants. If he cared he would have changed it by the looks of it, as he stroked his broken wrist.

“What...happened?” He grits out, glaring at the injured Kel Dor, fist clenched.

“Umbara.” Monnk answered, frowning with his arms crossed.

“What?” He hissed, glaring at his vod’ika. “Explain.”

“I told you, the Knight and the Padawan were unaccounted for after the mission was completed on Umbara while Krell was killed by the bounty hunters. Rex and Wolffe only mentioned that Krell was killed by bounty hunters, but failed to tell as to why the two leading Guardians were unaccounted for.” He explained calmly.

“Knight Skywalker and his Padawan?” He asked.

There was a faint whistle from the Kel Dor, but Master Fisto hushed him while stroking his forehead.

“Yes,” Monnk answered. “They are considered important as they are a part of the Grandmaster’s line.”

Kit hissed at the mention of the Grandmaster, glaring over his shoulder at them before returning to Plo.

“I understand...It is usually more of the...lesser known and easier to catch Jedi. Not much investigation being done for them.” Fordo mused. “Though it does not explain why they would harm Plo over it.”

“Well he was the other senior Jedi there with them, as well as having close ties with Skywalker and Tano.” Monnk said, stroking his chin. “The only other one was killed.”

“So? They interrogated the only suspect they had?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Indeed.” He nods. “The kidnappers got away through the ceiling so he and the vod say.”

He gazed at the wheezing Kel Dor, curled on his side, clicking softly at the Nautolan. His breathing sounded off, making small noises as he attempted to breathe.

“They nearly killed him over this.” He seethes, tightening his fist as he turns to walk to the door. “I am done with this karking Republic.”

“Who said it was the Republic who did this?” The Mon Calamari Jedi asked, as they leaned against the sofa behind the Jetiise.

He paused in his step.

“The injuries on Krell were too precise to be any given bounty hunter,” they continued, as they glanced down mournfully at the other Jedi. “The Grandmaster believes that most of the blows dealt to Krell were from a highly trained individual. With the final one being a Lightsaber to the chest which ended Krell.”

Fordo glanced back at his vod’ika.

“Skywalker and Tano are the recent ones who were taken. The other being—”

“Cin—” Master Fisto whispered.

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Mando’a translations:

Ca: Night

Jate: Good.

Nuhoy: Sleep.

Ori’vod: Big brother/sister/special friend.

Pirusti: Welll.

Shebs: rear, backside and butt.

Sheb’urcyin: “Butt kisser”.

Vod’ika: Little brother/sister/younger sibling.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for the delay and take full responsibility for it. I really enjoyed writing it and hoped it had a proper tone of suspense. 

[nibeul]

Character Asks: Ahsoka

Or if already done: Master Plo Koon

I have not done Ahsoka but Plo Koon is one of my favorite characters so I am doing him <3

How I feel about this character

I love him. I think he’s great. I think what really solidified my favoritism for Plo Koon was watching him beat the shit out of a couple of slavers in the comics (I forget which comics, I just distinctly remember the style and what happened, pretty sure Durge popped up too). Kit Fisto had to stop him from killing them but I think Kit should’ve just let him loose. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Kit. That’s about it, I actually kinda dig this ship (and if you were here for me answering asks about ships, you probably know how little I ship characters). I also read a fic where he and Mace were married, which probably wouldn’t happen because marriage symbolizes something that takes priority over the Order but it was still cute. Plus, sometimes it’s nice to read stuff without thinking too much into canon implications (to an extent off). 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Also Kit. These two work well together, it think they’re neat and deserved more screen time working as a duo. Also Mace again, I think they got along very well, also a neat duo that deserved more screen time. Lastly Shaak Ti, but I think she, Kit, and Plo were all their own little squad. 

My unpopular opinion about this character

As much as I like Plo, he’s not without flaw. He’s part of the High Council, and by extension of that, complacent in the use of the Clone Army under the GAR. I wouldn’t say that I blame him completely for it, but treating the clones as humans (ya know.. kinda the bare minimum, he does go above a bit with really seeing them as sons, I will say that) doesn’t rectify the fact that the Jedi are leading an army of enslaved men. Idk, those are just some thoughts of mine.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish he hadn’t died. That’s it. He deserved to live and I will cry about that forever.