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swbumblebee · 2 years

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“Thank you for joining me Masters Jedi” The reporter, a petite Mon Calamari, greeted them with a well-practiced smile, desperately hoping it hid her nerves as the selection of available (or, she had a sneaking suspicion, those who were not quite quick enough with a plausible excuse) council members filed in. They took seats in the comfortable chairs arranged in a semicircle in front of her.

“Thank you for inviting us” Obi-Wan Kenobi responded with a charming smile, characteristically polite and the voice of the group as they sat down. Mace Windu and Plo Koon both nodded in acknowledgement, Shaak Ti smiled serenely and Kit Fisto flashed her his usual wide grin. It was like looking at holo-posters.

“Please make yourselves comfortable” She cleared her throat and switched on her holo-mic “and before we start, my listeners have asked me to pass on their heartfelt thanks for all your efforts during the war, and for making the Galaxy safe once again.”

At this there was some shuffling, her Jedi guests looking between each other, a surprising air of awkwardness settled over the group and she instantly kicked herself.

“We simply followed the will of the Force, and we were fortunate enough to have our Trooper brothers with us. We could not have prevailed without them” Master Plo Koon replied with a slight dip of his head in thanks, even as he shrugged off the compliment.

The reporter smiled back at him.

“Of course, I’m very excited to meet them later.” She said, noting the rather pleased looks on the Jedi’s faces as she did so and hoping she had clawed back some goodwill. “For now, though, I’m very interested in learning more about our Jedi heroes and I have some fantastic questions from our listeners.” She settled back in her chair and looked at her notes, willing her hands to stop shaking. This was a career making opportunity.

“Could I first ask, to set us up nicely, for you all to state your name, species and age for the holo-mic please. It helps listeners distinguish voices and really build a picture of you” she explained, getting down to business.

“Sure! I’m Kit Fisto, Nautolian, and I’m fifty-five in standard years.” The first Jedi, a shockingly youthful (and very handsome) male smiled at her reaction as the reporter’s face widened in surprise.

“My species age well” he said with a wink, and the reporter was amused to note his confidence got him a whack on the leg from the next Jedi, Shaak Ti.

“Greetings, I am Shaak Ti, Togrutan and I am fifty-eight in Galactic Standard Years” she said with a lovely, measured voice that would make an excellent narrator, the reporter thought.

“Thank you” She said, before moving down the line.

“I am Plo Koon, Kel Dor, and I am three hundred and eighty-five GSY old” he said rather proudly, the reporter thought. She nodded in appreciation and slight awe. She understood some of the older races had different life spans and ages, but she’d never met one before.

“I am Mace Windu, Korun from Haruun Kal, and I am sixty-one GSY.” The reporter struggled to meet the serious brown eyes of the head of the order, trying very hard not to be intimidated she nodded in thanks and moved on to her last guest. Her personal favourite.

“Hello there, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a near-human from Stewjon and I’m thirty-eight.” He said with another polite smile.

“Excellent, now then-“

“Pardon?”

The reporter was incredibly surprised to be interrupted by the serene master herself, Shaak Ti, who had something akin to shock on her face.

“ah, sorry? What?” Master Kenobi asked, a little unsure, looking between his colleague and the reporter, who shrugged a little.

Master Ti looked at him down the line.

“You’re how old?!” she asked again.

Master Kenobi was starting to look downright uneasy.

“I’m…thirty-eight.”

Master Ti continued to stare at him.

“In Galactic Standard Years?” she clarified incredulously

“Yes-“

A snort came from Master Fisto at the other end of the line.

“Ahh Shaak. All this time, didn’t realise he was a baby did you?” he said knowingly.

“I am not a baby!” Master Kenobi spluttered.

“I mean I knew he was young but…”

“Now hang on, I’m not that young-“

“I had a similar moment of realisation about halfway through the war” Plo pacified her with an understanding pat. “We basically followed a teenager into battle” he said sagely.

“Oh now you’re just being –“

“Did you know about this?!” Shaak asked the head of the order accusingly, ignoring her young colleague’s protests.

Master Windu’s frown held a hint of amusement.

“Yes…I can do mathematics, and read personnel files…” he answered slowly, dry as the dessert. Master Ti glared at him.

“Sorry Obi-Wan” The surprised Togruten turned at last to mollify her colleague. “I’m just…surprised. That makes you the youngest member in…a while. I can’t believe I never knew!” She said in amazement.

“He’s the youngest ever member if I am correct” Master Windu stated, with a rather smug smile, and the reporter was amused to note Master Plo Koon nodding along with a distinct air of pride.

For his part, the reporter could swear Young Master Kenobi’s ears were starting to turn an amusing shade of pink, and for some reason he scowled slightly.

“Depa is only five years older than me!” he grumbled into his folded arms.

“Yeah but she’s Depa” Master Fisto chimed in, in a knowing tone.

“mmm”

“True”

“Yes”

“Right”

“Just what is that supposed to mean-“

The reporter blinked at the scene in before her, rapidly descending into a friendly argument and the bickering of age-old friends. Or, young friends, as the case may be.

She looked at her stack of questions again, and grinned, her previous nerves about interviewing the most powerful beings in the galaxy all but disappearing as Master Fisto winked at her again and Master Plo leaned over to ruffle Master Kenobi’s hair, dodging around a protective Master Windu.

She put the questions on the floor under her chair and grinned.

#I have absolutely no regard for cannon ages and have made most of these up #because I wanted Baby Council Member Obi-Wan #And I'll do what I have to do to get it #Snippet of nothing #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Master Kenobi #jedi council #One big happy jedi family #fluff #utterly pointless #obi wan fanfic

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findafight · 1 year

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Eddie's never met a Jedi. Of course he hasn't. But he's seen a Jedi, way back during the clone wars, when a battalion had helped after seppies had targeted civilian supply lines.

Eddie's pretty sure they were Kel Dor, what with the breathing apparatus. They'd worn tan and woody robes, long and elegant and flowing as they'd weaved between people, helping them stand or tending to wounds.

What had stood out to Eddie, watching this being that was supposedly a fierce warrior of light, was that they...were normal. They laughed and shrugged and cooed at babies, just like anyone else.

That was until the Jedi had raised their hands and lifted a two-tonne shipping crate into the air without so much as touching it. It frightened Eddie, then. Barely twenty and in the middle of a war his planet didn't want a part of. Beings that could lift and toss objects too heavy to move without machinery like they were playthings are not to be unwary of.

Of course. Eddie had spent a lot of the redistribution of rations effort around clones. They'd seemed...fine? While he is no stranger to speaking his mind he had thought well enough ahead that he probably shouldnt ask if they'd wanted to be there. Figured that might get him kicked off the project and he needed the money.

He listened instead. How they called each other things like Spoon and Duck and Trinity and Loopback as though they were names. Maybe they were. Eddie didn't know and didn't want to ask at the time.

But the Clones had been friendly, if formal. They spoke of their general with fondness and respect and a tinge of awe that felt appropriate to seeing what a Jedi was capable of frequently.

Eddie had liked them.

And then Empire Day came, and the Jedi were declared traitors and the galaxy as he knew it fell apart.

It never made much sense, from what Eddie had seen, for the Clones to kill the Jedi. But nobody asked Eddie, so Eddie didn't say. He did get sucked into the Rebellion though, and heard rumours about mind control and sith and a dozen other things.

So no. Eddie had never met a Jedi. But he'd seen one.

Chrissy had spoken about the rumoured Jedi (or-- not-jedi? She said they often refused the title) that stayed in the small Rebel enclave they've been helping. There were two, apparently. She'd met them, even, during a debrief where she'd been discussing how to better use their resources to help her contacts on the Freedom Trail. They'd barrelled in and spoken in such a way that Chrissy would have swore they were of the same mind, had they not been on opposite ends of the room.

"they were polite." Chrissy said, headtail twitching. "For people who interrupted an important meeting." Eddie'd laughed. "One, the Balosar man, he was very insistent that we delay our plans. The other, I think she was human? It's hard to tell, said the force was calling to them and very insistent about it during meditation."

"seriously? And the generals did it?"

"oh no. They argued for another twenty minutes before the not-Jedi threw up their arms and said, in unison Eddie!, 'The shipment will be lost if you go ahead with it. Better late than never, pricks.' and walked out."

So. On an abstract level, Eddie knew that whenever he entered the hangar bay to run maintenance or completely rebuild a ship, there was a chance for him to meet a former? Jedi.

He'd gotten well acquainted with a group of teenagers there, ones who were friends with the younger brother of the heir apparent to the region they were in and liked the make-believe games he ran in his off hours. But he never really thought about the Jedi that supposedly haunted the base until a woman shouted for Dustin, a rodian who was part of his little sheepies and had literal stars in his eyes when Eddie spoke, to come over. Dustin, the betrayer, jumped up and dashed off without even a word of goodbye.

"okay, so the head mechanic needs this-" she gestures to a small smuggling freighter that had seen far better days "hunk of junk out of the way so they can start work on a couple of x-wings. Steve and I figured we could help her out and get you to work on control of larger objects."

Eddie meandered casually over. Just to watch. Just to...see.

Dustin bounced on his feet. "Really? Woah! Where are we putting it?"

She pointed up, to the open vertical entry doors that created the roof of the hanger. "Steve's up there, he'll make sure if your control slips we don't crush the ship or anyone on the floor once you get it high, and he'll get it out and place it where it's supposed to go. I'll be here with you so you don't hurt yourself."

"I'm not gonna hurt myself."

She patted his head "yeah. Cuz I'm right here making sure."

"uhg. Almost wish I never learned you guys used to be Jedi."

"and who would train you then? No one. You and El would be sad little tooka kits all on your lonesome." She raised her voice to yell at the roof, "you ready Stevie?" and it should not have been loud enough to carry, the tone of an after thought, as though she already knew the answer and the question was just for the spectators, but the figure silhouetted waved.

Then, Dustin took a steadying breath, raised his arms, and closed his eyes. Slowly, the ship in front of him groaned and rose up. A crowd had formed, watching a magic thought extinct.

The woman's eyes darted between Dustin and the freighter, one hand loosely outstretched. It occurred to Eddie that neither wore the tunics and robes of Jedi. Dustin ran around in the mismatched pants and shirts of the Rebels' donations, while the woman wore deep greens. There were no dramatic sleeves that swished when they moved, just slightly loose fabric fastened by a belt and holster. He wonders if she ever wore them.

Dustin struggled for a moment, the ship quivering ten feet up, and the woman tensed slightly before he loosened. Eyes open, she deftly moved her arms up with the ship following, an ease in her movements that Dustin lacked. When she dropped her arms as well, the freighter stayed moving upwards, the other not-Jedi, Steve, likely taking over.

"good work for your first go." She said, draping an arm casually over Dustin's shoulders.

"I barely got it off the ground! Don't patronize me, Robin."

Eddie stepped in "considering I wouldn't even be able to move it sideways an inch, I'd say you did pretty well, Dustin."

The kid spun, just as the light comes shining back through as Steve maneuvered the ship out of the hangar. "Eddie! You saw?"

He scoffed "uh. Yes? Why didn't you tell me this is what you did when Im not around"

The woman-Robin, Eddie supposed, tensed. "It's not particularly safe to boast about it. Especially when it's not clear if you're alone."

Ah. Yeah. That did make sense. "Then why practice in a hangar with two dozen people around?"

She shrugged, and looked up. Eddie followed her sightlines and "wait is he gonna-" just as the figure that must be Steve launched himself off the edge of the open roof and towards them. He landed, he's leather jacket flapping behind him, and stood straight, grinning.

Robin laughed. "You'll give someone a heart attack one of these days, Steve."

"eh. No one's died so far."

Dustin smiled too "I'm getting pretty good at my controlled falls too! Oh, Steve, this is Eddie!"

And then Steve turned his gaze on Eddie, and his brain may have melted.

Steve looked like a spacer, windswept from the fall and leather jacket snug around his shoulders, two different holsters visible, his pants deliciously tight. He ran a hand through his hair, his antennapalps bobbing, and stuck it out for a shake.

"so, you're the great Eddie Munson Dustin hasn't shut up about? Good to meet you."

"mmhmm!" He forced his hand out to jerkily shake Steve's. Jeez. It was as though he'd never seen anyone beautiful before. His best friend was a Twilek dancer (and spy) for star's sake. He needed to get it together. Jedi didn't date, Eddie was pretty sure. Something about the force or power or devotion or something. He wasn't sure. He wasn't a Jedi. He wasn't a not-Jedi either.

Steve only smiled and turned back to Dustin. "So. Next time you need to let the Force flow. You're still trying to shove it, which never works. You direct it, like changing the course of a river."

"but not," Robin added seamlessly, and oh, wow, that was weird than you Chrissy "like a dam. Trying to block it won't give you strength. You're more..."

"using a log to ensure the water finds a different path."

"to go where you want it to go, do what you want it to do, without preventing it's natural flow."

"you guys are so annoying." Dustin huffed. "You know that? You can claim it's your Concordance of Fealty all you want but I know your freaky thing is not normal for it." He groaned. "But sometimes I feel when you guys, like, shape it. Change it. What the kark is that about? If I'm not supposed to dam it, how do I change it and use it like you do?"

Both grinned "We're older. Master the basics, we must, before attempting the advanced, young one." The voice Steve used was croaky, an impression.

Dustin pulled a face. "Don't quote Grandmaster Yoda at me!"

Robin and Steve laughed, leaning on each other. Suddenly, Eddie felt as though he was intruding. Though they hadn't told him to leave, they were sharing about...about a relative, Eddie guessed. Someone near to them and their almost-dead culture.

"I can quote him all I want, I drank enough of his atrocious tea to deserve it!"

"he's dead. You're going to sit here and insult your dead great-grandmaster, the last Grandmaster of the Order?"

Steve got Dustin in a headlock "while we mourn their loss, and acknowledge the pain of their untimely and unjust passing, we celebrate their memory. Yoda, the old frog, is one with the Force, and while I can wish for his guidance, I can also make fun of his vile cookies I had to eat at lineage dinners all I want."

"pretty sure they were barely considered edible for near-humans" Robin adds. She caught Eddie's eye, and winked. "Who's up for actually edible tea? Dustin can practice his fine control and pour for us.

Both Dustin and Steve groaned. "The kid is gonna spill all over us for fun, Bobbin."

Concept post Dustin discovers they're jedi

#steddie #steve Harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things au #post o66 stobin au #okay so eddie is a zabrak. chrissy is twi'lekki. robin is either human or a Zelos(? the plant humans) and steve is Belosar #(death stick guy from AotC) dustin is rodian. hopper is a wookie. idk about anyone else.#also the age gap between older teens and kids is larger. this takes place probably about...eight? years after knightfall #steve and robin are 27/28 or so and dustin and co are like 16? idk #steddie fic #sorta. this au is rattling in my brain #also yes obviously chrissy x robin happens too lol #but its slooooooow burn #this one is about the complicated feelings towards the joy of remebering a lost loved one and the sorrow of your whole cultre dying #like. there had to be good memories mixed with the grief #also. steves master was claudia and her master was mace windu and i am under the impression that mace finished his padawanship with yoda #so hes lineage just not a disaster lineage branch for yoda #stranger things star wars au #finda writes stuff #also obviously the jedi eddie sees is plo koon #the inherent joy in absolutely dragging Yoda's psychological lineage warfare cookies

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dukeoftheblackstar · 10 months

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*very carefully places another tiny plo koon in both your hands*

Let me gobble them both up ;/////////////////////////////////////////////////;

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #who dis bby come asdaksdjkasdj over plo with me in dm #kel dor babies #jfc im so obsessed #alskdjasdjlakjdal CETUYETEE

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saengak · 10 months

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Kel Dor thought of the day: eldritch Kel Dors AU

What if Kel Dors were genuinely eldritch beings: a full package of "gaze upon me and your mind will break", many claws and writhing tentacles, and semi-existence on another plane of reality.

Most are quite content to exist on their home world but the consciousness which has named itself Plo Koon really wants to be a Jedi. The multitude of creatures that populate the galaxy are surely brilliant and wonderful, and he wants to meet them in person.

So Plo does just that.

Once he can shift into a relatively palatable, human-esque appearance and sort-of anchor himself onto the realms of reality instead of slip-sliding around in the seams of the Force, he joins the Order. Yeah, he's the creepiest kid in the creche, but Tyvokka is a great master and a staunch realist, and who's to say that a baby eldritch can't make a great padawan? And later, a council member?

It's hard to maintain four limbs and such a compact body and even harder to fight in it, but he gets used to it. The grotesque face keeps people from squinting too hard at him and his telepathic projections convince people of the rest.

The Wolfpack is suspicious, though. They have great observation and sharp minds—a combination that makes it hard to play mind tricks on them. Wolffe, being the one closest to Plo, sees him slip up more than most. When battles wear on him, and the blurring at the edges of his form is a little too much for his loose robes try to hide, and the presence that fills the room is a little more than just a Jedi's connection to the Force, Plo is grateful when Wolffe ignores it and just... stays.

When impossible things happen on the battlefield, clones swearing that there are things striking down enemies between blinks and dragging them into the shadows, Plo braces himself for fear and panic but his men swear that it doesn't feel like it's there to harm them. No, in fact, it feels protective.

Then the Malevolence happens. Plo loses it for a moment in that escape pod, his very being clutching at the three precious sparks trapped there with him, and all the clones startle at the feeling of too many tentacles wrapping tight around them, the stars almost blotting out.

Plo is aghast and even more tightly controlled after that.

But it's not long before Wolffe, Boost and Sinker find him where he's hidden himself away in the corner of the ship and they just... hug him. And if he hugs back with a few too many limbs and shadows and tells them to close their eyes...

Well Plo would cry if he could, feeling them hug back tighter.

#kel dors #plo koon #plo headcanons #wolfpack #THIS GOT SAD

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veny-many · 9 months

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So with @dukeoftheblackstar, and @saengak's very gratefull help, we made great Kel-dor babies and Boost whump AU

and I had to sketch, again.

After the surgery(or hacking? or whatever?) Boost's chip deactivated and now his mind is free. Free from dangerous intention about executing innocents and Jedis. but Boost still feels unwell, due to his surgery, and the trauma of Order 66 that wiped all his wills and mind. He fears that he would harm anyone again, despite everyone around telling him it was not his fault.

Kiv visits Boost in his room, and shows him a great surprise. His baby brother finally hatched! He's still small toddler, but he could already communicate with Kiv with their telepathy. When Kiv offers little bundle to Boost, who too carefully gathered baby in his strong arms, the baby smiled like he recognized Boost.

Boost : I can't believe I tried to hurt this baby(weeping)

Kiv : But you actually stopped that man from hurting us.

Boost : Yes, he deserved hundred death for trying to harm this buddy.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper boost #kel dor #cute kel dor child #and egg #has hatched #what are we gonna call him...#my drawing #my whump #my au

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plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows · 9 months

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every time i check wookieepedia for more kel dor lore I get annoyed at the bit that says the Baran Do became irrelevant after the Jedi started coming around bc like.

a) there is no way the Jedi wouldn't want to like. team up with them instead lmfao

b) the numbers also don't add up. The Jedi have like ten thousand members in Prequel times, from species across the whole galaxy. Even if you scour the wiki, there's only like three, possibly four kel dor Jedi active at that time. Even if we accept the idea that these few are the absolute most powerful force-sensitive kel dor out there, there's no fuckin way a planet/species that can support its own extensive indigenous Force tradition just abandons that tradition, just bc a literal handful of kids in every generation goes offworld to learn from a different Force tradition.

c) the Baran Do also do a slightly different thing than the Jedi - it's basically Force-aided disaster risk/resilience/management shit. The Jedi can't make them obsolete just by existing; they're filling a different need with diplomacy and averting wars and shit. Sometimes their work crosses over, but that's not enough to put them in competition.

So, my headcanon—

The Baran Do don't have the same restriction on 'must be a child to join' as the Jedi do, so they're happy to allow children who get scouted to go off and join the Jedi, on the condition that that child gets the opportunity to come back and train with the Baran Do later on if they so wish. The Jedi are perfectly happy to allow this, both in a spirit of Interfaith Cooperation and also making sure their kids get the chance to connect with their ancestral cultures. So the relationship between Baran Do and Jedi is pretty relaxed and friendly overall.

...At this point, most of the kel dor children who are given to the Jedi were actually brought to the Jedi's attention by the Baran Do, because the Force metaphorically tapped on some Sage's shoulder and went like "hey. This one would do well with the Jedi." And that Sage phoned up the Jedi Temple like "hey could u guys send someone out, there might be a baby Jedi here for u." It's treated like a celebration for both parties, there's a festival and everything. XD

Plo happened to be the Jedi sent out to collect Sha; he didn't know the kid was his niece at that point, but then the moment he stepped off the ship he was Engulfed in a surprise family reunion. His mother, Sha's grandma, is a Baran Do Sage, and she'd requested Plo directly but then kept it to herself, so the rest of the family was equally surprised and delighted lmao.

#kel dor headcanons #plo koon #mama koon's name is kssaana and she has like a thousand descendants so u can imagine that reunion was off the shits #plo's genetic dad is named aisi #but kel dor do polyandry sorta #so culturally he actually has like four dads #all five had to give permission for him to go off to the Jedi

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justashana · 1 year

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Plo koon likes to go bowling-or whatever the equivalent of Bowling is in space.

He buys the uniform and wears it every single time with pride, and somehow manages to get perfect strikes every single time. Every time he gets a strike he’ll shout in kel dor and scare everyone around him.

All the other bowlers are jealous of him, and he has a rivalry with a Rodian who usually occupies the third lane.

Plo koon has in fact brought tiny baby Ashoka bowling as well, and she has a mini uniform too (even though she’ll never admit to it) and the rest of the Wolfpack has been brought bowling as well. He even used to bring Bultar Swan during her padawanship even though she refused to wear the uniform because she was an angsty teenager.

But yeah, Plo koon is a master of bowling that is rivaled by nobody else in the Jedi order. (On the other hand anakin sucks at bowling and has never gotten a strike.)

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #plo koon #bowling #thanks to ihuntmonsters for the idea #dudes a pro bowler #He brought obi wan once and bought him the uniform and he looked fabulous #mace is jealous

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toutallyahoe · 1 year

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nothing more ,, swtcw

requested by: –

pairing(s): plo koon x male reader

word count: 1423

warnings: cursing (kriff), inaccuracy of the star wars franchise (?)

a/n: plo koon would give one interesting head ever 😩

Plo Koon knew that attachments were forbidden as a Jedi. It clouded one's judgment and attachments can sometimes lead to jealousy. And jealousy leads to anger which makes one easily seduced by the dark side of the Force.

Plo Koon knew that— but that doesn't stop him from caring for the clones he had under his command nor does that stop him from caring for the little Togruta he found years back and brought to the Jedi temple. The little Togruta that he affectionately calls "little Soka." Caring for her as he does with the Wolfpack squad. Caring so much for saving them over and over again and showing his fondness for the Wolfpack by their symbols around his vambraces. Plo Koon cared for them.

Plo Koon knew attachments were forbidden... but that doesn't stop the way his heart beat fast on his chest as he looked dumbly at the small, shy smile [Name] sent to him. The hand that held his own felt warm and nice and the way that smile made it harder for Plo Koon to breathe despite having the mask that regulate his air intake.

The mask...

The same mask that [Name] had placed a soft kiss that caused his heart to erratically beat in his chest and took the Kel Dor's breath away or any thought in his mind but the strong urge to just rip away his mask and fully kiss the other man. Feeling those lips on his...

Plo Koon doesn't know if he was fortunate or not to be a calm and level-headed man. Because he knew that if he wasn't, the Kel Dor would have risked not being able to breathe to just feel those lips on his. To get a proper kiss from the sweet and charming local that he had grown fond of from the short time they had.

"I..." Words fail to leave the Jedi as [Name] looked at him softly as he pats the hand he held affectionately. Seeming to understand his reactions.

"Be safe," [Name] had said so softly and sweetly that caused the Kel Dor's already fast-beating heart to melt. [Name] had only known them for a few weeks, a month at best, yet that doesn't stop him from worrying over the Jedi and his squad. "You and the boys... stay safe, okay?" With the look the man was sending him, how can Plo Koon not? He was well aware of the dangers that come with being a Jedi, but he will try.

"I... can't promise anything but we will try," Plo Koon managed to say as he felt saddened when [Name] took his hand away from their hold, leaving Plo Koon to miss the warmth that came from it.

"That's enough for me," [Name] said as he softly smiled at the Jedi. "May the force be with you, Master Plo."

"Do we really need to go?" Boost asked his brothers with a small frown. Boost was rather sad about leaving, he liked the calm and peaceful life on the planet. The clone already knew he would be missing this as well as the small baby he had awkwardly held in his arms that belonged to the [Hair color] haired man that housed most of them. "I like it here."

"Orders are orders," Sinker said although he seemed to share the sadness of leaving. It was honestly safe to say the Wolfpack feel the same, especially as they watched their Jedi general say goodbye to [Name] outside their ship.

"The General is coming, go back to your stations," Woffle said to his brothers who hesitantly went back to what they were supposed to be doing than just gawk at the sweet yet saddening moment outside the ship. Shaking his head at his brothers' antics, Woffle look back at the scene and finally see his general coming in as [Name] had taken his child from another local that was holding the baby as he said his farewells to the Jedi, the man had said his farewells to the clones far earlier.

Wolffe shared the same sentiment with the rest of the Wolfpack. He would be missing this planet and its calmness, but war never waits for anyone. He still was a bit saddened though, especially as he had noticed their general seemed to be more relaxed on this planet. Or rather, relaxed with someone here.

"General," Woffle greeted as he saluted once Plo Koon had arrived inside the ship. The clone commander didn't miss Plo Koon seemed to be a bit out of it. "Sir? Are you alright?" Woffle asked as he stopped saluting.

"Pardon?" Plo Koon asked once he snapped out of his thoughts. "You were saying, commander?"

"I asked if you were fine, sir," Woffle said, watching the Kel Dor contemplate for a moment until he answered. "Are you...?"

"I am fine," Plo Koon said as he then cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Is the ship ready?"

"Yes, sir. We are ready to go!" Woffle said as the clone commander followed after Plo Koon when the Jedi master began to move inside the ship to get to the bridge.

"So... you and sir [Last name] seemed close," Woffle pointed once the two got into the bridge. The clone was surprised upon seeing his general's reaction. The normally calm and collected Kel Dor seemed to lose his cool as he looked at the clone.

"We... I... there is nothing between us," Plo Koon had said and it took all of Woffle's willpower to not say that he didn't mention anything other than pointing out about the Jedi's closeness with the [Hair color] haired man. "I can sense your emotions, commander."

"Sorry, general..." Woffle let out a laugh as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck. Kriff, he forgot his general and his Force abilities can... do whatever that was. "It's just that..." Words died down the clone commander's throat as he noticed the look the Kel Dor was sending at him, seeming to know what he wanted to say.

"We don't really mind if there was something, sir!" Woffle doesn't know whether to thank the Maker that Boost took their general's attention for him or not. The Kel Dor's stare, although hidden behind those goggles, it was still intimidating. And the clone commander didn't need the Force to know Plo Koon was disappointed and wanted the topic to die. One thing was for certain to Woffle though... Boost needs to learn to read the room.

"As I said before, there is nothing between [Name] and I," Plo Koon said, voice firm as the Kel Dor look at each of his men with a hard stare. The Kel Dor saw the Wolfpack look at each other awkwardly and he knew the clones were intimidated now. Sighing, Plo Koon continue and order his men to go back to their work as he hoped their interest in his non-existent relationship with [Name] to die down once they got back. "Now let us go, the Council will be assigning another mission once we arrived."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Boost apologized as he went back to what he was doing. Sinker elbowing Boost as the clone sergeant was beside him from butting in and having Plo Koon be disappointed in them for insisting on such a thing... although they were sure their general also hoped for something more. They weren't blind nor naive, they knew what they saw.

"Nice going, laserbrain," Sinker hissed as Boost elbowed him back and sent a glare in his direction.

"I only said what everyone was thinking, Hutt-spawn," Boost quietly said as Sinker rolled his eyes. "I know everyone saw the general gave sir [Last name] a comlink earlier... and hear general say his name earlier? First name bases!"

"That doesn't mean you should say it, idiot," another clone joined in as Boost let out a huff at being attacked by his brothers when he was just saying what they were thinking.

"Oh, kriff off," Boost huffed. Woffle looked at his brothers and shook his head.

Yes, it was true that they had noticed about their general handing [Name] a comlink. The clone commander hopes Plo Koon would use that comlink to talk to [Name] later on. Maybe he and the rest of the Wolfpack would be lucky then to be able to talk to the man and his baby. They were rather fond of the two after the short time they have spent on that planet. One can only hope.

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