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Never Forget What I Have Endured

Chapter 4: The Commander’s Thoughts

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars: The Expanded Universe

Rating: T/M (Swearing, Gore, Major Character Death, possible later happenings, AU Bullshit, Angst to High Hell)

Summary: In an instant, the world exploded into color and smoke- and then nothing. And the Temple Guard were so easy to pin a crime on considering how they were sworn to silence. AKA: Even though Barriss joined the Guard, the flow of time only altered a bit. The bombs still go off, but the Temple Guard are put to blame instead of Ahsoka.

Notes: AU bullshit, Same universe as We Who Listen To Many And Speak To Few meaning its nibeul’s Temple Guard Barris AU

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More internal monologuing / thoughts in this chapter, but it's from Wolffe's perspective! Nice ™

There were many mixed feelings in the GAR in regards to the Jedi, Wolffe knew.

And that meant that with the bombing of the Jedi Temple’s Hangar, more and more mixed feelings were beginning to surface. There was some outrage, some confusion, some grief and pain— but mostly his brothers from other Battalions were confused on how something like this could have happened.

The Jedi were powerful, how could something like this happen to them? And at their Temple, nonetheless! Some had asked that question to one another, others had voiced concern and general confusion on the matter, but things remained the same— the Jedi were strong, and the Clones were all confused on how someone had managed to deal this much damage to them.

But Wolffe knew better.

Well, no. Perhaps that wasn’t right.

Wolffe knew that it was useless to be under the impression that the Jedi Temple was immune to attack. It wasn’t, one would just have to be extremely brilliant or incredibly stupid to think to attack it with all those Jedi inside of it. He knew that not every Jedi was out on the front lines at once, knew that a good number of Jedi were at the Temple at one time.

One would have to be stupid to attack the Temple.

And yet, someone had, and lives had been lost— good lives. Lives of Jedi and Civilian alike. Lives of Clones too— One of his own too.

Sweetie had been a good medic, a good man, and Ghost was still mourning the loss of their youngest medical officer, as was Ember.

Wolffe was certain that once the real culprit was found, the boys would give them hell. If none of the others managed to get to them first.

And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t mourning either, something inside of his chest twisted and ached knowing that the youngest of the Medic team in the 104th had been killed, just like that. But he knew the Jedi were not infallible, and that it could’ve been any of them or their Generals as well.

(The only solace that he had was that it was faster than his brothers who had been killed in the vacuum of space during the Malevolence Attack. That Sweetie, if he had been in pain, hadn't suffered for very long.)

He, and several other Commanders, had fiercely put down the notion that some of the others were spewing on how it should’ve been the Jedi who suffered more losses— It was their Temple, how was this fair?

It wasn’t. He had to remind them that war wasn’t fair and that they were supposed to be grown fucking men and stop shifting blame even though he wanted nothing more than to pin the blame on someone just to get the ache off his chest too.

Insult was only added to injury when the order came down that the Clones on Coruscant would be shifted from off-duty to Temple Guard Duty.

And the reason why they were going to be stationed as Temple Security during their time off only sparked more anger and conflict.

The Jedi Temple Guard were currently being investigated for the bombing of the Temple Hangar.

Wolffe didn’t feel much better than his brothers did, and he wouldn’t try and fool himself that way. He was angry, and he was grieving.

And General Plo? He wasn’t much better. Just as stricken with grief.

Wolffe wanted to talk to him. Desperately.

But the Jedi had been in Council Meetings from the time the clean-up had started, and from then on forwards.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet with his General, none of them had. There was just too much going on, and then the new patrols and learning the Temple’s layout had only made things more complicated.

(He wasn’t sure where the hell the Temple Guard were now that they weren’t able to do their jobs, but honestly, he didn’t care that much.)

Still, it wasn’t all that bad, he supposed. He was off the frontlines, his brothers and men weren’t in danger…

But still... it bothered him.

It ate at him as he continued walking, eyes gazing around the Temple's halls and he sighed quietly as he turned the corner, catching sight of a handful of Jedi.

Plo Koon was one of the Jedi in that group— someone that Wolffe recognized instantly, for obvious reasons. Another that he recognized was Cin Drallig, but he didn't recognize the other two who were with them.

One wad a pink-colored Togruta who stood taller than Drallig and the other Jedi, but shorter than Plo. The other was a human or near-human woman with short brown hair dressed in what looked to be civilian attire— with a skin-tight black dress and maroon cloak over her shoulders— but the lightsaber that seemed to be attached to the pole strapped to her back gave away her position as just a weirdly dressed General

(Something about her was a bit off-putting, though, her skin seemed to be too pale and eyes cloudy as she talked to the other three.)

He couldn’t hear them yet, as he walked the charted-out patrol that had been assigned to him, but they seemed to be deep in conversation, but, it didn’t take long for him to get closer, catching a bit of their conversation as he neared.

“Neither I nor my padawan have been able to pick up any traces of lingering shades within the Hangar,” the woman was saying, “So that lead is useless.”

Plo nodded, seeming solemn as he folded his hands in front of him like he often did.

“Until Master Vos returns, it seems we’ve come to a dead-end on investigating other possibilities,” the Kel Dor sighed, “I apologize, Master Drallig.”

Drallig shook his head. “There’s nothing to be done about it, as long as the Investigations Department is also looking into other factors, I can rest a bit easier.”

“Has the investigation been done on your side?” the Togruta asked, turning to Drallig and tilting their head and he nodded, running a hand down his face.

“Master Sinube, Knight Zax, and the Coruscant Guard have done their investigation, upon which traces of nanodroids were found in… one of the Guard’s Uniforms. We… are not sure whose just yet.”

Wolffe’s eyes narrowed as he listened. There had been a pause, and he wasn’t sure if he was reading too much into it, but that pause made something in his gut twitch a bit.

He knew that the Jedi Temple Guard had their own set of rules and oaths, there was anonymity that was to be upheld in the face of other Jedi, but… the way that he had paused made it seem strange.

But Wolffe didn’t have much time to think on it as Plo caught sight of him.

“Ah, Commander Wolffe,” the Kel Dor general greeted, the other Jedi turning to look at him fully. “Are you on patrol?”

“Yes, Sir,” Wolffe nodded, stopping and saluting.

“We were just discussing the attack on the Hangar, Commander,” the woman said, gazing at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I am curious to know your thoughts.”

Wolffe’s eyes flickered between the four Jedi before he cleared his throat.

“If you want the truth, Sir,” he started. “I am not quite sure.”

The woman tilted her head. “Unsure or not wanting to offend?”

Wolffe opened his mouth but Plo raised a hand, stopping the both of them.

“Morrigan. Please,” the Kel Dor sighed, something that made Wolffe wonder if he had done this many times before with this woman— who only looked at the other Jedi in return, a brow raised but an amused look on her face. “I would prefer if you not antagonize my Commander.”

The woman just smiled a bit again, and again, it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh please, Plo, I am simply asking the good man a question. I would hardly call it antagonizing.”

Plo shook his head before turning back to him, indicating to the woman first and then the Togruta.

“Commander Wolffe, these are Masters Morrigan Lai and Omura Vane, and you know Master Cin Drallig. We’ve just come from the Council in regards to the investigation.”

Morrigan Lai, the woman, bowed a bit and the name clicked with Wolffe. The 104th’s CMO had been a former Commander of the 564th Battalion, the Battalion under her command. Ghost had volunteered to join the 104th after the Malevolence incident.

And this was the Jedi that he said could see shades of the dead. From what Boost had heard from the 564th’s Sergeant Frost, their baby Jedi Commander— their Jet’ike (Padawan?)— could do the same.

An added bonus for being undead was what Commander Grimm had commented.

A rare Gan Dura Jedi, was what the other Commander had added, something that Ghost apparently agreed with. It unsettled Wolffe, he had only heard rumors about Gan Dura. It explained her eyes. Cloudy with death, and the unsettling feeling.

Yeah. Seeing shades of the dead while being undead? It was no wonder she was part of the investigation.

On the other hand, Wolffe didn’t recognize the name ‘Omura Vane’ in truth, but he had nodded to the Togruta either way, who nodded back to him pleasantly.

“Master Vane has been aiding in the healing of the victims, it was giving the report on their conditions to the Council just now, with Master Lai arriving after the session to alert us that she and Padawan Mei-Xing had hit a dead-end on their branch of the Investigation,” Drallig supplied, “And, as you’re aware, the Guard are the prime suspect for the attack. As their head, I’m the spokesperson as their oaths prevent them from speaking usually— though there are... exceptions, it would take too long for the Council to talk to all of them one by one."

All of this made sense, he supposed but Wolffe still didn’t quite understand why he had been asked what his thoughts were on the matter.

“I see,” was all Wolffe said in return. “Still, I’m afraid I wouldn't be much help in offering theories on what happened, as I told General Lai.”

The man waved him off with a tired smile. “It’s alright, Commander. It’s been a rather hectic time.”

“For all of us,” Vane agreed, “Khos-Cin, are you certain that you’re alright?”

Drallig just pat its shoulder. “I’m fine, Omura. It is because of the Commander and his brothers filling in where the Guard and I cannot at the moment.”

The Jedi glanced back to him, bowing slightly. “You have my thanks, Commander.”

Wolffe’s brows furrowed a bit.

In truth, he was wary about Drallig and the Jedi Temple Guard.

They were the guilty party, according to what the report had sent out. Though he wasn’t sure, it was all so confusing. Especially when they all seemed to have vanished without a trace upon the report going out— if they had fled, were just hiding themselves more than before, or were being detained elsewhere, he didn't know.

What he did know is that the Temple Guard were only suspected as having the culprit within their ranks. Suspected. But with the way that some brothers seethed and talked, it was as if they were already guilty. And for a bit, during his anger, his grieving, Wolffe had half a mind to agree.

It made sense too.

Who knew the Temple the best? Who knew how to move without being noticed?

The Jedi Temple Guard did.

They could get past all the security in the Temple because they were the security. They had no identifying markers aside from build, height, and species, and even then from what he had heard from the others, they often worked in groups with similar heights and builds and always with one other of their species to keep that image of anonymity.

And with their Oaths as a guise and their loyalty unquestioned, who would even think that the Temple Guard would try something?

They were trusted. They were respected. They had one of the most powerful Jedi as their leader. They had a man who was respected by many other Jedi— at least, according to Plo.

A man who was trained by the Head Jedi (“Grandmaster.” Plo would correct all of them), General Yoda himself.

Someone who could probably get away with a lot of things if he wanted to, pull a lot of rank and power to himself— if he wanted to.

And Wolffe found the entire thing complicated the more he thought about it.

It would have been so easy to hate and agree with the others, to slip into the grief and anger that was being directed towards the Temple Guard because even if they didn’t have the culprit in their ranks, certainly they should’ve known, right?

It would have been so easy. So easy for it to have been done by a Temple Guard and so easy to join the others in hating them.

But now it was complicated because it was clear that Plo was worried for the Temple Guard and their Head despite his own grief— just by the way he was watching Drallig.

And how Vane had used the term Khos to refer to Drallig. Wolffe knew that word, that title. Ahsoka Tano used it once or twice with Plo.

It meant ‘father’ and—

And things were complicated now. So much more complicated.

If Drallig was supposed to be the leader of the guilty party, was Vane choosing to be in league with them because it considered Drallig its father?

Or was it simply trusting Drallig and the Temple Guard like others seemed to be doing? Certainly, it would be hard to believe that a group of people you trusted could betray you like that— but then again, Wolffe could tell that tides were shifting, there were whispers he and the other Clones caught as they patrolled in the Temple Guard’s stead.

Or maybe the Temple Guard and their leader were all innocent.

Wolffe looked at the Jedi again. There was worry etched on Plo and Vane’s faces, though Lai didn’t look too concerned, preoccupied with something on her wrist comm.

But Drallig simply straightened and gave Wolffe a slight smile and— he looked exhausted.

So Wolffe held his tongue, like he often did when he was unsure about Jedi politics, and bowed slightly to Drallig instead.

“It’s our duty to aid the Jedi,” he told him as he straightened up. “Let's just hope that this wraps up quick.”

Drallig’s lips twitched upwards again.

“We can only hope.”

And wasn’t that the truth.

It would have been so easy, and that's what made Wolffe uneasy.

If only he knew how bad everything would become in just a few days.

In my eyes, the only clones who really knew Cin well would be the ones stationed on Coruscant, meaning the other Clones would have only known him through brief interactions at the Temple and through what the other Jedi have said. Wolffe doesn’t really know him all that well.

Khos means ‘father’ in Togruti (from the old star wars age of alliances RP), Omura has a close relationship with Cin in that way to an extent. Wolffe knows it because I think Ahsoka should call Plo that once or twice and he picked up on that

Morrigan Lai is a Dullahan equivalent (renamed to Gan Dura for star wars reasons), so she’s pretty much undead and can communicate with lingering shades. But that’s all. She might come back later, but she’s a friend of Plo’s.

Jet’ike is the Mando’a term that @purgetrooperfox uses when clones talk about padawans and I stole that eheheheh (love ya, leo)

Omura belongs to Cheeri or @certified-anakinfucker, who I also love and adore.

I hope I got Wolffe’s character down. It’s been a while since I’ve written him, tbh

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series specifically. I will get around to making a new taglist form, but I have no idea when that will be

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In Where Plo’s Sticker Habit Saves More Than Morale

Chapter 4: It's Alright To Rest and Ask For Help

Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan should know better than to try and argue with Plo Koon.

Rating: T (Language)

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (References to the Prequels)

Pairing: Kit Fisto/Plo Koon (Implied)

Extra Notes: Also on AO3 || AO3 Series Index

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I don't really like this chapter, but my Charisma stat is painfully low and Obi-Wan is like SS rank Charisma, so It Is what It Is

Battles against the Separatists normally didn't require more than one or two Masters. Sure, a few Knights would be tossed into the mix, and whatever Padawans were there with either the Knights or Masters, but normally a single master and their battalion behind them would be enough to get the job done.

Of course, emphasis on the "normally" part of the phrase.

The battle on this plant had been anything but that, between the enslavement, the Separatist Army stationed there, and the fact that there were many more political undertones to take care of, it was... a bit more of an abnormal sort of mission.

So the Order had sent three Masters and their men to deal with the problem that was at hand. And not just three Masters, but three Masters on the Jedi High Council.

Of course, it had just been Obi-Wan at first, and he had done well, all things considered, but he had agreed that reinforcements were needed to fend off the Droids. There was a lingering feeling of worry that he and the 212th would end up pinned, and the Order had sent half of the 104th and half of the 48th— the Wolffepack and Horn Company— with their respective Generals to back him up.

And truly, it was a breath of relief to have both Eeth Koth and Plo Koon down on the ground with him.

Of course, Obi-Wan had been more than a bit startled when Plo Koon had simply tilted his head, signaled to Commander Wolffe, and simply said "it's time the boys hunted" right before the battle.

Eeth Koth had simply shrugged when he had given him a questioning look. The Zabrak Master hadn't understood it either at the time, but it was pretty clear what the eldest of the Jedi there had meant. While The Horn Company and the 212th Battalion fought valiantly, there was a star difference between them and the Wolffepack of the 104th Battalion.

Obi-Wan had always had an image of Plo Koon being calm and collected, and of Commander Wolffe being an aggressive yet serious soldier— it had been more than startling to see all of the 104th there with them go… almost feral. But no one could say that the 104th was anything but effective, it was almost terrifying to see how in sync the grey-painted troops were.

(and the next time Cody got on him for being reckless, he'd point out that at least he wasn't General Koon who leaped into the fray right next to his men with even less armor than he wore.)

But, that was all in the past.

The battle had since ended with the Separatists in retreat off of the planet and a successful round of negotiations between the planet's leaders and the three Jedi.

Now all three Clone regiments were winding down around the makeshift camp that the Horn Company had set up. The Medics— Ghost and Ember from the 104th, Cinch from his own, and Striker from the 48th— were treating those who needed it, with a number of others helping them.

The Commanders and Captain Lock were talking around one of the fires that Obi-Wan swears he saw Plo Koon light with lightning (but that couldn't be right, certainly) while the troops who weren't helping the medics or weren't packing supplies up to load in the morning were milling about— eating their ration bars, talking to their brothers, and some were sleeping.

Obi-Wan, however, was currently slinking around the campsite, doing his best to avoid Cinch and Cody— who would badger him about getting rest and, really, he was fine. For good measure, though, he was avoiding Ghost, Ember, and Striker as well. The medics' focuses were better spent on those who were actually injured.

And so far, he was doing fine avoiding them.

Or at least he had thought so as he crept out from behind one of the tents and almost stumbled right into Ghost's line of sight.

"Be mindful of your robes, my friend," Obi-Wan heard Plo Koon murmur as he stopped short of entering the cleared out area that not only Ghost occupied, but Plo Koon, Eeth Koth, and three other Clones as well. Two were in the Horn Company green— though Obi-Wan didn't know their names— and the other was in his own golden yellow— Snatch.

Plo was helping Ghost tend to one of the Horn Company clones, gently holding the man up as Ghost applied Bacta patches to a rather nasty burn. Snatch was, meanwhile, helping Eeth as they patched up the other Horn Company clone.

"A little bit of blood never hurt anyone, my fish-loving friend," Eeth said back, just as easily and Obi-Wan swore he saw Ghost snicker— but that couldn't be right, Ghost was so stoic all the time, and really, if the Kel Dor happened to like fish, it wasn't something that should be laughed about.

"Perhaps not, but I'm almost certain that he would prefer not to get dirt in his wounds, am I correct, Hawk?" Plo Koon hummed and the clone being treated by Eeth and Snatch just groaned in response.

"Please, sirs, have mercy," Hawk begged, "I don't want to be in the middle of your snark-offs."

That made both Masters chuckle a bit and Obi-Wan stepped backward half a step, moving slowly, careful not to be spotted. And if either of his fellow Masters took note of him leaving, they didn't say anything.

Besides, Obi-Wan's injuries weren't serious! His arms were a bit sore from swinging his lightsaber around and he was a bit singed from the explosions and blaster bots that went past him. And he might be a bit sore from being thrown around by some of the bigger blasts, but really, he was fine!

Nothing a bit of rest couldn't heal, after all.

(x)

Obi-Wan lasted for another hour before he was found out, though it wasn't as if he was hiding per-say. He was simply… going unseen.

But even he couldn't stay unseen for long, it seemed, and he looked up when the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Obi-Wan had been sitting on a rock at the edge of the camp, watching what had been the battlefield just hours prior when Plo Koon emerged from the dark.

Obi-Wan did not jump, he was a Jedi Master who most certainly felt the other approaching and heard the footsteps. His heart rate just… spiked. Just a bit.

Plo Koon waited for him to settle back down before he sat down next to him, silence stretching between the two of them for a moment before Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

"How is the 104th doing?" he asked and a soft hum from the Kel Dor sounded in return before he answered.

"No major injuries," he said, "Mostly scrapes and bruises, though Ghost is more than irate at our Commander for burning the inside of his mouth."

Obi-Wan blinked at that, confused and startled. "He what?"

"Burned the inside of his mouth," Plo answered easily, legs crossing under him as he spoke. The Kel Dor's tone made it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and nothing more than getting a flimsicut or stubbing one's toe.

"I… I'm almost afraid to ask, Master Koon," Obi-Wan said, "But what exactly do you mean by that?"

Plo Koon just chuckled. "Wolffe has a habit, just like Commander Cody, to forget that he has a perfectly good blaster on him at times. You would think that it would be easier to shoot than to take his helmet off and bite an enemy."

He gaped as he connected the dots. "Commander Wolffe bit a droid?" he asked and Plo hummed and nodded.

"Innovative, isn't it?" he asked with what had to be a smile of pride in his tone. Obi-Wan just shook his head, sighing.

"I'm afraid you've lost me there, Master Koon," he admitted. "The 104th certainly seems to be made up of something entirely different."

Plo Koon laughed at that before he turned to Obi-Wan, head tilted a bit. "And you, my friend?" he asked and he blinked a bit.

"The 212th hasn't sustained many injuries," he reported easily. "There were a few that were touch and go before the 104th and the 48th were brought in for backup, but Ghost, Ember, and Striker helped Cinch get them back on their feet."

The Kel Dor made another humming noise, this time a bit lower-pitched. "That is very good," he said simply. "Master Koth's own company is casualty free as well, the most pressing injury was Hawk." There was a slight pause.

"However I was not asking about your men despite how much of a relief it is that they are all alright."

Obi-Wan's brows furrowed a bit as Plo Koon gazed at him, unmoving, and he had to glance away for a moment.

"I'm alright," he assured him with a smile once he glanced back to the Kel Dor. He didn't seem convinced and Obi-Wan swallowed a bit, shifting under the Elder Jedi's gaze before sighing.

"I promise, Master Koon, I'm fine," he repeated, quieter this time before a taloned hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Obi-Wan, my friend," Plo Koon said gently. "You do know that it is alright to seek medical aid, correct?"

“Of course I do,” Obi-Wan assured him, brows furrowed and a hint of confusion seeping into his voice.

"Both Eeth and I could tell that you were not well when we saw you before," he told him. "For my own peace of mind, would you consent to have at least Ember give you a check-up?"

Obi-Wan hesitated. Ember certainly seemed to be the lesser of two evils between him and Cinch— or rather three, if Ghost was thrown into the mix, and four if Striker joined in— but still…

Plo was still gazing at him, with that soft but "I will be very sad if you don't" feel to his gaze and Obi-Wan folded.

"A-Alright…" he sighed and Plo seemed to smile from behind his mask, standing and offering a hand to him. Obi-Wan took it, allowing himself to be hauled to his feet, though he stumbled a bit. Plo caught him, steadying him with a hand gently on his shoulder.

"After we get you checked out, you are going right to rest," the Kel Dor told him, a tone of finality in his voice.

Obi-Wan couldn't find it in himself to argue with it.

(x)

After the return to Coruscant and the Council Meeting that followed, it was a few days until Obi-Wan managed to even see Plo Koon again.

He had just passed Kit Fisto— who was whistling happily through his teeth, how, he had no idea— as he headed down to the library Archives. But the Nautolan's good mood wasn't something that he thought too much about as he approached the library archives' doors, finding both Plo Koon and Saesee Tiin talking quietly outside.

Saesee only nodded to him when Obi-Wan approached, patting Plo's shoulder before entering the Library. Plo turned to him, smiling lightly behind his mask as well and bowing a bit. Obi-Wan bowed back.

"Greetings, Master Kenobi," Plo greeted, "I trust your ribs have healed?"

Obi-Wan smiled slightly. "Quite. Perhaps some prodding will do me some good next time," he admitted with a slight laugh. Plo raised a brow from behind his mask.

"I will hold you true to your word then, my young friend," the Kel Dor said, hands clasped behind his back. "Nonetheless, it is good to see that you are well. If I recall, you are scheduled to return to the field fairly soon, correct?"

He nodded. "Indeed, the 212th and I return to the front in two days."

Plo made a soft humming noise before nodding a bit. "And the Pack and I are off to reinforce Master Di's position tomorrow."

"Than I wish you luck on your mission," Obi-Wan said with a slight smile. The Kel Dor smiled back from behind his mask before shifting and reaching into his robes.

"And to you as well, Master Kenobi," he said, pulling something out and gently sticking it to his armor. Obi-Wan blinked, looking down when the other Master removed his hand.

And then he chuckled, shaking his head as he reached up and ghosted his fingers over the slightly shiny adhesive image of a loth-cat lazing on its back.

"Master, I'm hardly a youngling anymore," he said, smiling and Plo just laughed gently.

"Perhaps not, my friend," he said, hands clasped in front of him this time. "But certainly, it is not just younglings who earn the rights to these. I am proud that you were willing to accept help from Ember and I after the battle. There is no shame in asking for medical help, and certainly, putting others before yourself is admirable— until it becomes stressful for your men."

The Kel Dor moved past him, placing a hand on his shoulder for a moment. "Remember that, Obi-Wan," he added before he squeezed his shoulder. "May the Force be with you on your mission."

"And to you as well, Master Plo Koon," Obi-Wan responded on instinct, slightly bewildered at the other's words as the Kel Dor walked off down the hall.

Obi-Wan turned to watch him leave, thinking on his words before something caught his eye.

Huh.

The Kel Dor was limping. Nothing super noticeable, but his gait was certainly off. Like it was hard to walk.

It took a few moments and then Obi-Wan's posture stiffened.

No.

It couldn't be.

Kit just happened to be in a good mood today, right? And Plo must have just pulled a muscle, right? There was a logical reason for why neither Master had been seen around the Temple in the past week, right?

Right?

I don't have a concrete timeline but this is obviously pre-Di's death on Ryloth because damn. RIP Ima-Gun Di. We barely knew ye but you were cool and I liked you.

Can Nautolans whistle? I would assume so. They have lips. Also, my older sibling and my uncle can do this fun thing where they whistle through their teeth and it's pretty cool to me.

(rip Obi, he didn't know until he did)

Also, I noticed that this is less of stickers save the world and more of Plo Is A Dad And That's What Saves The World And He Gives Kids Stickers Too. I mean I'm not mad about it.

Further Notes:

Anyways, since Eeth and Agen share the same spot (kinda?) on the council and the only reason Agen exists in the Prequels is that they couldn't get Eeth's actor to Australia, I'm giving them a company to share. They get the 48th— four coming from the total letters in Horn and H is the 8th letter of the alphabet. I know that technically they're not on the council at the same time, but I think some people headcanon that they were anyways and I like that. Eeth and Agen are bros and that's the tea.

#Penguin Writes: Plo Koon's Sticker AU #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars #Star Wars the Prequel Trilogy #Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #Plo Koon #Kit Fisto #PloKit #Eeth Koth #Obi Wan Kenobi #Clone Trooper Snatch (PKWSW)#Commander Ghost (PKWSW)#Captain Ember (PKWSW)#Medic Cinch (PKWSW)#Sergeant Striker (PKWSW)#Clone Trooper Hawk (PKWSW)#Penguinkiwi OCs

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