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@earthssprout asked: the child is running -- perhaps faster than she should -- down the hall. in her hands cradles some very important gifts, all of which for Obi - Wan, & she is in quite a hurry to get to him. though, she eventually meets with a stranger, knocking herself over & falling back. eyes shut from the impact, but slowly open to look up -- a sudden sense of fear rushing down her. he was one of those important people, wasn't he ... ? " i ... i'm sss ... sorry -- "
Plo, perhaps, should have sensed her. This accident was no one's fault, of course, but Plo would take the blame for the small run in. While the Jedi Master lowered himself to her level, covered eyes looked upon the spilled mess around her. He frowned, though not easily seen by his mask, and moved one clawed hand to press on her back. A small bit of strength was added to his push so that she sat upright.
“ I am sorry, young one. Let me help you get to your destination. ” hand moved from her shoulder to one of the small gifts that fell.
Though it was not common for them to work alongside a Jedi, it was also not entirely unheard of. This particular Jedi General, however, was not one they had worked with before. For youngest batcher, his concern was almost overly misplaced and Tech wondered if too much oxygen had gone to General Plo Koon’s head. He nearly voiced the factoid that had instantly pushed to the forefront of his mind, but chose to keep silent ; as it was, the oxygen was tight and he could not spare any for the expense of a random statement. Lungs burned with each held breath, throat tight to constrict just enough to allow only the smallest of exhales ; he was conserving as much as possible, though he was unsure how long even that would help.
On gridded screen, he watched with precise vision the advancement of the droids clawing through the rubble. It was a slow process and one that Tech was almost certain may take longer than they had calculated. All the same, free hand moved to grab single DC-17, laying it beside him for easier access. Flashing glow of blinking error message caused left eye to twitch, tempted to close to spare retina that flare. At some point during the collapse, helmet’s systems had been partially damaged, including intake.
Knuckle nudged visor up, returning it to its resting state against the forehelm, tired eyes staring through tinted lens. Despite their unsavory situation, Tech felt as if he wasn’t nearly as deflated as he should have been. Quick assumption concluded that the source was the Jedi and that there was a sort of link forming between.
“I trust Wrecker to get here in no time at all.” He hoped. Though the brute strength of their team was not the most intelligent ( no one was nearly as intelligent as he ) , Tech had confidence that when one was in danger, he would step up to the plate and deliver. Their brother was, as many would say, an unpredictable force. “H-He’s never failed us before.” For now, they simply needed to wait.
The trust that they had in their team, their brothers, always made Plo brighten. The Jedi wanted to be there to protect them just like any other innocent soul. Their lives were worth it. All of them. No matter the type of clone. So, he was going to make sure that this clone trooper got out of here alive. No matter what happened. Plo was going to give him more life Force to give him strength. Tech could disagree all he liked, but he was in more need of it than he was.
Plo ignored the feeling in his shoulder. Brows pulled together, breathing coming back to him. He took shallow breaths though, knowing that oxygen was limited down here. Tech needed it more than he did. Oxygen killed him... how funny such a situation could be. Plo could laugh, but held it tight with a clenched jaw.
“ You trust him. I trust him. ” he breathed out heavily.
His body shook, a shift in his sitting position. Plo wished he could squeeze through this space to give aid to the trooper that needed it most. Options were limited, so he sat still as best as he could. Blue blade of his lightsaber still glowed in the darkness, dust formed thickly between the two. He was sure the breathing was about to get even worse for the human. More stress to add to his plate. For both of them actually. Either way, the Jedi would take as much stress away from the trooper.
“ Easy. ” voice muffled and quiet, repeating words prior.
The metallic marching of the droids echoed above them. Their voices an eerie noise that bounced off the walls. More dust floated down, small pebbles hit the ground somewhere in the distance. Shuffling objects around in search of them. Plo knew it wouldn’t be long until they came across the hole that sunk through the staircase. Surely they would connect the dots and make their way down to whatever level this was in the building. Plo wouldn’t be surprised if they collected whatever information they needed, and decided to blow the whole campus down.
It must have been their plan for the explosion they heard before, along with the stairwell collapsing. They fell quite a bit. Wouldn’t surprise him if they were in the basement.
“ To think that they would dig through this mess to make sure that we are dead is quite outstanding, ” voice dry, as he moved his masked eyes towards Tech. His words made him shake his head with a click of his tongue, “ We can give them what they want. Two dead. A Jedi and a clone trooper. ” he hummed at the end, letting his head rest against the wall with a deep sigh.
“ I can make our breathing stop, but keep on living. Just enough time for them to scan and see that we are indeed dead, ” A clawed hand raised, palm facing towards him. Masked eyes gazed upon it with a tilt of his head, “ Or, I can make it possible for us to hide ourselves within the Force. We will be hiding in sight, and they won’t see us. ” he breathed heavily. It was a trick that was used carefully. The trick was powerful. To control the Force to manipulate them into the rock that surrounds them. They could stand right next to him, but would not see him. It took a lot of energy, but it was the best idea he had.
He was one to be careful when it came to his own men. Deaths did come at cost, but the hope was to keep as many alive as possible. The closer he was to the men, the easier that task was. Though there were times they had to put a number of distances between themselves and those that they fought alongside. They would need their men at their best. He would not be the one to turn a blind eye on the men that worked alongside them. “He doesn’t want to let you down, it seems.” The commander must have something past that, but it wasn’t the master’s place to pry into the lives of other battalions.
He had seen how the wolfpack ran.. Smooth like water if they followed their orders to the letter as their commander lead. But he did agree with Plo.. Arms fold into the sleeves of his robes, eyes turning to the shuttle they were to be taking then back to fellow jedi. “They were raised soldiers. I don’t think rest is in many of their abilities.” A quiet means of saying that he understood and sided with fellow master about this specific situation. If it were his own Commander, the same worry would have been given to his own.. Which was why he told his men to watch the Wolffe’s back.
There was a moment of the master easing himself into a more relaxed mindset, brown eyes hiding behind lids while he focused on things around them. “It will take a little more time for them to get used to what it means. It won’t just happen overnight.” Some part of him wondered how they were treated on Kamino that made them they way they all were.. Should it be something they speak to Shaak Ti about later? Only time would tell.
Death was something he couldn’t stop, but he would try his best to lessen it. These men were strong, loyal, and did anything to protect the Republic. Although that was what they were made for... they were their own being. They had the chance to ask and speak of what they wanted. They had a chance to live. How can anyone see them as numbers and property? When they breathe, talk, and laugh? What was in their minds when they saw a trooper? These were questions he wanted answered, but he knew there was no sense in sticking to the thought. So, he let it go with a sigh. It was quiet, visible as his chest raised and fell.
Onyx hues shifted under his eye coverings to look at Kit. There was a smile under his mask. Of course, he wasn’t so sure if his fellow Jedi could see it or tell. Most of them could. They did sense emotions around each other, didn’t they?
“ I’m afraid you’re right about that Master Fisto. ” calm and collected, arms moved from at his sides to cross over his chest.
His head dipped a bit, looking off elsewhere. He watched as men got ready for other set assignments, a few sharing some laughs, and medics bringing in the injured. He frowned, “ I know. I just wish there was more I could do. I suppose for now, it is the small reminder that I can chime in his ear now and then... for all of them. ”
He knew that the commander had quite the injury.. but it seemed as though he was trying not to let it weigh him down or stop him from working. The clones may rely on their loyalties but they also seemed to have drive to try to keep up with everyone else despite disabilities. For the knowledge of the last mission, he had a special request for Monnk.
A soft chuckle left the master, hands sliding into his sleeves as he walked along with the other master. Words leave him calmly, a careful pick to tone and a slight pause in wording before the master continued. “I requested that my commander keep an eye on Wolffe’s right side if he showed up.. just in case. The men I picked to go with the pack have also been requested to do the same.” A man that wanted to save as many lives as he could, but also worried for the well being of the men that were in his care.. it was something that the two of them had in common.
There was another pause before he moved to rest a hand on the other’s shoulder. “While I may be wrong and he could simply be dedicated to his work.. I would have to agree that he does need to be resting given the severity of the wound.” Though he could sense the stubbornness that came from the trooper. “With this being said.. he is in capable hands. It would be a good mission for him to get used to the prosthetic they gave him.”
The surprise settled on Plo’s features, but not within the Force. Surprised and grateful for what Kit had done. It did mean a lot to him, to hear that there will be someone watching his commander’s blind side. At that moment, he stopped walking to look at his fellow Master, “ I am forever grateful for your actions, Master Fisto, ” a slight dip of his head, “ I think he knows that he has a weakness there, but I don’t think he wants it to show. Understandable. ” after another second or two, he started to walk again.
Plo was worried, in his own head, but the hand on his shoulder didn’t go unnoticed. He didn’t move to look at him, but continued to look forward. Arms moved to cross over his chest, taking in a deep breath, and then letting it out slowly, “ For him to get out in the field is a good thing, I know. How else would he learn to get use to his disability? It just felt too rushed in my opinion. Never time for patience. ” he would speak about it, have it... at times. Plo was a wild Padawan when he was younger, and his Master taught him patience. One couldn’t believe that it was a Wookiee. Such stereotypical ideals of course.
“ I know Wolffe will be fine for many reasons. I trust him. I know he has the skill, and I know he’s in the hands of his brothers. I suppose I just want them to realize that their lives mean something. They are not numbers. Not to me. ” for any Jedi in that regard.
He was quiet for a moment, his commander having been dismissed only moments prior. Small smile passed the man’s face before he shifted, heading towards a familiar form. They had worked once or twice in the past, though he heard the details of the mission they were going on. Something like that may end up being a little more difficult.. though he didn’t see reason to make it stop him from going in. Proper attire was donned for the mission, though he worried further.
A small smile passed chiseled features, head tilting some towards the other. “I hope we are ready for this mission, my friend.” Wolffe seemed to nod to the general after passing his own a holo map. Locations with clean water supplies in case you need them, sir.. Monnk and I’ll meet you at the checkpoint. He moved with the small hitch in his leg, something Kit had noticed since before the injury that caused him to lose his eye.
He knew that Plo was fond of his troopers. It was why so many of them seemed so loyal to him. If anyone had been paying attention to the trooper, it was the other master. “How has Wolffe been recovering from the last mission?” He knew Monnk had been a hard worker, but he was someone that didn’t mind sharing responsibilities among his brothers. They were all in it together, it made them unified.
“ Thank you, Commander. ”
He spoke gently, a clawed hand rested upon his shoulder for reassurance. Once he had it, he let go of Wolffe, and covered his eyes as he walked away along with the other commander. His eyes lingered on him for a short moment. Plo wanted to make sure that he was good to go for a rough mission. His injury from the last worried him more than he let on. However, Kit seemed to catch on to his worry as he stood here.
A low hum came from the Jedi Master, and then turned to face his fellow Jedi. Cheeks lifted, showing that he was smiling. Always hard to tell with his face mask and eye coverings. Although fellow Jedi like Kit could feel his own emotions. Which was worry for the said commander.
“ Work, ” he said, “ He always works. I have told him plenty of times that he needs to rest, but he always tells me he’s fine, ” not a total lie, that Plo could sense, “ I also told him not to come on this mission but to send his captain. He denied it. ” Plo could have made it an order, but he trusted Wolffe. He didn’t want that trust to disappear.
𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 . ( angst - oriented sentence starters . dark & potentially triggering themes are present . )
❛ no … no , why would you do that ? ❜
❛ fight back . fight back ! ❜
❛ when were you going to tell me ? ❜
❛ don’t fucking touch me . ❜
❛ you promised . you fucking promised . ❜
❛ i never wanted to hurt you . ❜
❛ run . run & don’t stop . ❜
❛ you’re a fucking stereotype . ❜
❛ please don’t go … please don’t go . ❜
❛ i’m putting you out of your misery . ❜
❛ what makes you think i’d listen to a word you say ? ❜
❛ this is what you think love is ?? ❜
❛ i never should’ve trusted you . ❜
❛ i love you . is that what you wanted to hear ? ❜
❛ you’re so fucking pathetic . ❜
❛ nobody can help me . not even you . ❜
❛ don’t act like you know me . ❜
❛ i’ve got my own shit to deal with . ❜
❛ i’m saying my goodbyes . ❜
❛ please don’t go . ❜
❛ i’d rather drop dead . ❜
❛ i loved you , you know ? ❜
❛ talk to me . ❜
❛ what , was i just a charity case ?? ❜
❛ i feel so fucking stupid . ❜
❛ i want to be alone . ❜
❛ that’s low , even for you . ❜
❛ say that again , i fucking dare you . ❜
❛ i can’t … i can’t feel my - ❜
❛ i’m so fucking tired , i just … i can’t . ❜
❛ we’ve missed so much . ❜
❛ what , you’re gonna shoot me ? ❜
❛ you’re nothing . ❜
❛ stop looking at me like that . like i’m broken . ❜
❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood . ❜
❛ don’t shut me out . ❜
❛ it’s not real . it’s not real . ❜
❛ you’re just saying what i want to hear . ❜
❛ i swear , i’ll kill you . ❜
❛ stop … just stop fucking lying . stop . ❜
❛ just tell me what you did . ❜
❛ i already know what you did , i just want to hear it from you . ❜
❛ i needed you to be different . ❜
❛ how long has it been since you’ve eaten ? ❜
❛ put the [ gun / knife ] down . ❜
❛ what do you want from me ? ❜
❛ we’ve lost so much time . ❜
❛ i really fucking hate you , sometimes . ❜
❛ i can’t … i can’t , i can’t do this today . ❜
❛ you know , i never wanted to hurt you . ❜
❛ i shouldn’t have to beg you to love me . ❜
❛ i don’t owe you shit . ❜
❛ don’t say it , don’t fucking say it . ❜
❛ it sounds like you’ve been crying … ❜
Plo Koon and Wolffe, one last time before shipping out to Cato Neimoida, Plo giving the orders for Wolffe to lead the attack on the ground while Plo gave air support— both unknowing what is in store for them.
