#incorrect wolfpack

[crashlanding-skywalker]

Fordo: Where are the kids?

Alpha-17: They're playing hide and seek.

Fordo: Where?

Alpha-17, looking at him: I don't think you get how the game works.

[archivewriter1ont]

Cadet Batch Incorrect Quotes

Echo: These are my baby brothers who have done no wrong ever in their entire lives.

Wolffe: They just set the barracks on fire.

Echo: (ignoring the flames) No, they didn't.

Wolffe: Okay, so why is it BURNING?

Rex: Faulty wiring.

Echo: Spontaneous combustion.

Cody: Must have been Skywalker.

Wolffe: You are all ridiculous.

Plo Koon: (somehow holding all four baby batchers at once) Come now, Commander. How on earth could these little angels do anything of the sort?

Wolffe:

Wolffe: I guess the wires were faulty, Sir.

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[haminosky]

Breaking dawn still doesn’t exist to me btw 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽

[monty-gaytor-apologist]

HELP!???

Not even AI thinks I'm innocent. 💀😭😭.

[flappydragons]

Wolfpack Incorrect Quotes

Boost: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Sinker: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Ylva: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Ylva: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery! Comet: This unmitigated poppycock? Boost: Extravagant hogwash! Ylva: Okay, stop.

Sinker: That's a nice arguement, Ylva Why don't you back it up with a source? Ylva: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Ylva, with Comet and Sinker behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Ylva: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Ylva: Wolffe FUCKING FELL OFF!

Boost: My only talent is being stress. Wolffe : Don't you mean stressed? Boost: No.

Ylva: Last week, Sinker tried to flush a live lobster down the toilet "because it worked for Nemo".

Ylva: How do Boost and Sinker usually get out of these messes? Wolffe : They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

Boost: Well, has Ylva been wrong before? Comet: How wide are we willing to open this up?

Boost: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Ylva: I like how this is a "fun" fact. Comet: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

Sinker: Don’t say a word. Ylva: Fergalicious. Sinker: Ylva, I said no words. Ylva: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

Wolffe : Croissants: dropped Plo: Road: works ahead Boost: BBQ sauce: on my titties Sinker: Shavacado: fre Comet: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Ylva: Ylva: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests, or know someone that is, but I’m feeling a Plo Koon x timid fem!reader fic, rating is dealers choice! Have a great day!!

Summary: Aboard the Triumphant, your fate is sealed amidst your numerous failure.

Pairing: Plo Koon / Reader

Word Count: 1K

Rating: F for Fluff. F for Foolishness.

Notes: The best means of healing and comfort isn't always through a plethora of words and wisdom — sometimes you just gotta yeet that shit out into space with new found friends and better opportunity. Oh and yeah, trust the force or whatever.

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/Reader Blue: Commander Wolffe Purple: Sinker, Boost, Warthog, Comet

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You did what you were supposed to— or at least tried, for that matter. The instructions were pretty clear and simple even for someone who had just boarded the Triumphant after barely making the cut to be a medic. The choice was either to be retrained under a more draconian approach having failed a shy number of times, had it not been for the strings that latched onto your shoulder for having a guardian with amicable connections, or be decommissioned. Not that you would suffer the same fate as the clones for being an external resource, but to no longer be of contribution to the cause of peace in the ever-chaotic galaxy is no better than death itself.

And you were ecstatic —even for a fleeting moment when news of you being assigned to the 104th came about. You’ve heard so much of Master Jedi General Plo Koon and the Wolfpack that you couldn’t really blame why some clones aspire to be under the warm hand of the highly revered and ‘tamed’ Jedi as opposed to the boisterous bunch of Generals Skywalker and Kenobi. You were beyond elated that you’ve missed hours of sleep as you were finally jettisoned from Coruscant to board the venator-class ship that you’ve become quite a jittery mess.

And so here you are; standing before a box of refurbished datapads with not a single device flickering to life as if the protruding ports smashed and torn weren’t enough to instill how much of a failure you are — how much, a simple task efficiency eludes you as how all the tasks before today had done the same. 

You might as well just step off the ramp right now and float aimlessly in space to mirror the emptiness you bring to the galaxy with your pathetic existence, right? Might as well just step into the sun and at least allow yourself to be a source of kindling that may burn brighter and serve hope to the fallen like yourself. Might as well —

“Might I interest you in a little distraction, little one?”

Plo Koon, in his towering frame that was both intimidating and of a soothing presence, had placed his talon-clad hand over your shoulder; a gentle squeeze to merit your attention as you turn and immediately lower your head with irises shaken in search of words to offer your most-sincerest apologies for having brought the incorrect package.

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” Even your apology was barely acceptable by your standards that you felt even smaller. So small that you were a rough estimate of twenty-nine seconds away from welling up for failing so miserably these past few days. It has deterred your morning routines of self-affirmation knowing fully that you are only to fail once more — and you have indeed yet again. You weren’t much of a talker either; you were that of a shy nature, timid on all accounts.

You hear a soft thud and wince — not that you were hurt or anything, but you were so easily frightened when it comes to failure, thinking he would have struck you or at least commanded a trooper to escort you out of the premises and off to the uncertainties of life. 

But no, it clearly wasn’t that at all.

As you gaze up to inspect the sound, you see Plo Koon holding a metallic bat made of scraps, worn of usage with blurred writings and the Wolfpack’s insignia drawn on different angles including the signage on the 104th’s ships, Plo’s Bros.

You watch his wrist turn and swing the bat lightly, testing it with a firm grip at the hilt. 

“When in training…” He began, pausing dramatically like the true, theatrical Baran Do Sage that he is apart from being a Master Jedi. “... the only failure is not to learn from your defeats.” 

Before you could ask, you see him turn, grasp the hilt of the bat with both hands, swing as one refurbished datapad flew over his head and met the bat with such precision that it was out in the vastness of space in less than a second. 

“Nice shot, General.” 

Your eyes were drawn promptly to Boost who offered a cheerful greeting and a wink, tossing another broken datapad in his hand ready to putt. Comet and Warthog beside him holding a singular digit of 1 and 0 in solidarity, while Sinker rummaged through the box of unusable datapads you’ve carried.

Plo turns to you and extends his hand, guiding and insisting you take the plunge. 

“Your turn, sweetness.” You hear Sinker from behind you, ushering you towards their beloved General who then welcomed you with a rather secure hold as he positioned himself behind. 

You feel the warmth of his palm enveloping the back of your hand in contrast to the stannic bat that latched on your grip. He guides your other hand to firmly take hold before leaning over your shoulder.

“Remember, my dear, you always pass failure on your way to success.”

With that, Plo steps a mindful distance and turns to Boost with a nod. “Consider this your official initiation to the 104th.”

And right before the turn of events fruition, you hear yet another voice approaching. 

“Ah, Commander Wolffe. How good of you to join us.” Says Plo Koon.

“General. Boys.” Wolffe replies in his stern and gruff note. “You do realize that I have to file a report on this.”

In fear, you turn to Plo whose brow creases were far from being tensed let alone bothered. He turns to Wolffe and motions for Boost to ready his aim. 

Wolffe sighs in both an exasperated and amused manner, arms tucked behind his back as he turns heel and bid farewell. “You best make that shot or you’re off this ship, miss.”

“You heard the commander. I believe in you, little one. Make your mark.”

And indeed you have —with a newfound determination and a steady grip, you’ve allowed yourself to not only trust in the Force, your new comrades, your new General, and your new role, but have also found it within you to trust the most important aspect of existence;

♥̷ ̷Y̷ ̷O̷ ̷U̷ ̷R̷ ̷S̷ ̷E̷ ̷L̷ ̷F̷ ̷♥̷

Welcome aboard the Triumphant, little love ♥ Where PloHours and 104th Foolishness is operational 24/7. I hope you enjoy this and that this was is at least a little close to your ask because oh-my-god, did I have to Google so much meaning equivalents of ‘timid’.

[owlbear33]

'bout halfway through Fool Moon, and one thing I like is it has multiple sorts of werewolf, it happily runs with the idea that mythology has all sorts of things we might call a werewolf, from those cursed to turn into uncontrollable monstrous wolves with the full moon, to those that channel "wolf spirits" to make them better fighters but don't actually shapeshift, and several things between those extremes

importantly it doesn't go "Here's the werewolf lore [insert outdated incorrect wolfpack hierarchy nonsense]"

[importantdestinydefender]

I'M ON THE FLOOR, WHAT!

These kids sound like work lmao. Poor Shapur

Wolfpack AU Incorrect Quotes... ish?

Kazai: Anyone got questions?

Gieve and/or Ranna: *puts their hand up*

Kazai: Any relevant questions?

Gieve/Ranna: *puts their hand down, laughing cheekily*

Kazai: Yeah you put that hand down, kiddo. Fucking hell.

×

Ranna: GOOOOOD MORNING WOOORLD!!!

Arslan: Heyyyyyyy!!!

Saman: Can you two tone it down? How do you even have this much energy before dawn?

Ranna: It is!! Completely!! Faaaaake!! :D

Saman: Still too much, tone it down. Ugh.

Arslan: Alright, alright. Let's get on moving.

×

Kazai: Okay so who wants to learn how to make explosives—

×

A gaggle of the kids gang + Kazai: *talking about something*

*the word “fire” comes up somehow*

Shapur: Do. Not. Enable. Ranna. Or at least go discuss it somewhere I can't hear so that I have plausible deniability.

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[The domino twins meeting the command batch for the first time]

Fives, smiling: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.

Fox: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Gregor: Oh wow, my childhood innocence, Thank you for finding this.

Wolffe: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Bly: Moral code, is that you?!

Echo:

Fives:

Echo, concerned: We were just gonna show you this cool trunk Nala Se left us but do you guys need a hug?

[archivewriter1ont]

Cadet Batch (Not So) Incorrect Quotes

Echo: As I was saying, the relic seems to have --

Obi-Wan: A little quieter, please.

Echo: ?

Plo: Yes, the children are sleeping.

Echo: But they're not even in here...

Echo: *glare*

Obi-Wan and Plo: *innocent puppy eyes*

Echo: What's that lump beside you?

Obi-Wan: Nothing.

Echo: Nothing?

Obi-Wan: Absolutely nothing.

Lump: *moves*

Echo: *mom glare intensifying*

Obi-Wan: ...for you to be concerned about.

Echo:

Echo: Is it Crosshair?

Obi-Wan: Yes. He was cold.

Plo's robe: *also moves*

Echo: And Master Koon...?

Plo: Yes?

Obi-Wan: No, you don't, Master. I will not go down alone. *Force flicks robe aside*

Echo: *stares at three more sleepy cadets curled up next to Plo*

Plo:

Plo: They were also cold. And rather sleepy. And also adorable.

Cadet Wrecker: Too bright. *pulls robe back over his head*

Echo: You know what? I give up.

Okay so these people are in my head now and I cannot stop thinking of fluffy stuff for them. i have a suspicion that I will have several several several deleted scenes in the future because I cannot fit this all into this fic.

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[gamelpar]

plo koon: oh! i forgot to tell the commander and his squad to be safe on their mission. i’ll send them a text!

plo koon: it’s too long to type “keep yourself safe” out in the middle of battle. i’ll just abbreviate it

plo koon, texting: kys ❤️

wolffe, looking at this comm mid battle: what the fuck

boost: did you do something to make him mad?

[fanficthingsworld]

Jacob: I'm so upset.

Paul: Why? what happened?

Jacob: Shut the fuck up.

Paul: Ok, girl, fuck you. Stay upset. I hope your day gets worse like actually.

[ct1409lover]

Emily: Boys. Bed. Now. I want to talk to your father.

Sam, scared: No, boys, stay. Please stay.

Emily: Go!

Sam: Stay!

Emily: Go!

Sam: Stay!

Sam: Paul please stay.

Emily: Now!

Sam: Jared don’t move!

Jared and Paul, slowly leaving the room:

Emily: Get outta here!

Sam, scared still: DONTTTT LEAAAVEEEE MEEEE!!

[lifeofclonewars]

Wolffe: Comet very much lives up to his name. Sometimes, he's a bright light that's fun to watch zip around. But the second he heads for you, you fear for your life Comet: Hey! Now you're next Wolffe: My point exactly

[bangtanmix73]

Instead the fics you’ve all been waiting for, you get whatever theses are🥰

(Part 1) (Part 2)

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[The command batch chilling after a training session]

Rex: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Wolffe: Arent you too young to have enemies?

Rex: You don’t even know.