I know TCW gave a few of them one off episodes, but I've always found it disappointing how little attention the RotS commanders have gotten in both canon and legends, at least Cody got a spotlight episode in Bad Batch!
Did Commander Thire understand that Vader and Anakin were the same person since he found Vader on Mustafar? What about Appo when the chips made him and his brothers storm the Jedi Temple, and attempt to kill a Senator before gunning down a youngling? What was Jag's relationship to Plo, and Wolffe? What did Bly think in the aftermath of Order 66, where he and his brothers literally shot their general in the back? What are Baraca and Neyo's stories?
Summary: Plo Koon’s not the only one to just spontaneously adopt it seems, Post War AU
Based loosely off of this post but then i just. didn’t? so maybe its not based on it at all lmaoo??
It was a running joke among the Masters that they could all trace their foundling lineage back to High Councilor Plo Koon.
Either through the Kel Dor Jedi himself, or through one of his Padawans— because lord knew that they all ended up with his habits when it came to just having that radar of abandoned children, force sensitive or not.
And then the joke only seemed to increase in those who knew once the War ended and the Order left Coruscant with the Clones.
The joke among the GAR was the last names. There were well over a million Clones who bore the last name ‘Koon’ now, including the 104th Battalion and the 127th Gunship Wing. If they didn’t have the last name ‘Koon’ then they might have ‘Swan’ or ‘Tano’ (because when Ahsoka decided she had found a new brother, she never let them go). There were those who donned the crest that Knight— no, Master Lissarkh and her Company wore while they sabotaged Separatist forces behind the lines, because Lissarkh had no surname to give her ‘hatchlings’ but she had a crest which was basically the same thing.
But still, Plo Koon was infamous for his habit of knowing and adopting children— and now Clones.
The Council had learned a long time ago to simply let it happen— the Older Jedi (though how many were really older than him?) fretted over the old code, but learned to drop the topic because he just ignored them instead.
So it came to no surprise when Wolffe showed up late to a Council meeting with a small child in his arms.
(Though the Council Meetings were less of the Council now days and more the Council Masters, The Commander and the Alpha Vode, and anyone who was off planet as a form of checking in.)
The good Commander had been off planet on a relief mission with part of the Wolffepack.
“A child, you have, Commander?” Master Yoda mused and the blue holographic figure nodded.
“Yes, sir,” he grunted as the child, a Nautolan— go figure— child with large round eyes, wriggled a bit, staring at them all. “She— he? Master Fisto, help— was being trafficked, sir. The boys and I took the liberty of dealing with the entire ring on the planet as part of our mission.”
There was a barely hidden note of glee in his tone at the accomplishment. “Bitey here just hasn’t happened to let go of me. I think another one of ‘em has been pulling on Wildfire’s hair for a good ten minutes.”
Kit snorted out a laugh, but looked ecstatic. “We’ll see when you get back,” he told him before he tilted his head. “Were they all Nautolans, Commander?”
“No, sir,” he reported. “There were two Zabraks—” Eeth and Agen’s own holographic forms both sat up at that. “Three Mikkians, and a handful of humans. Various ages.” he paused before a proud look crossed his face. “Some of them were vode, sirs. They’ve been protecting the others to the best of their ability too— They want to come home. They’re ready to come back home.”
“And we will give them home here, my son,” Plo rumbled, pride in his voice and Mace leaned back in his seat. “They will have a home here, with us.”
“Better vode than a thought dead brother of a Sith Lord,” he said dryly and Plo gave him a look.
“Feral is quite a charming young man, I’ll have you know. He gets along very nicely with his siblings,” the Kel Dor defended. “Just the other day he, Ahsoka, and Lissarkh were teaching some of the vode to hunt in the forests around the Temple.”
Shaak Ti barely hid a giggle behind her hand as Mace sighed, but smiled slightly. “I’m sure. We’ll need all the help we can get when it comes to hunting, if you and your children keep bringing back more every time you step a single foot so much as off planet.”
“So we’re good to bring Bitey and the others back?” Wolffe ventured, “Because, er, the ‘Pack isn’t the only group to have kids with ‘em right now.”
All eyes turned to Captain Jag where he was sitting. The pilot raised a brow. “Not me, sirs, though that would’ve been fun. The 127th didn’t find any kids this time in the Astroid Belt,” He tilted his head, smirking, looking to his right. “Banks?”
“Not me either,” the Sergeant grunted, arms crossed from where he stood, Hologram flickering as Master Swan shrugged.
“Though some kids did try and sneak on board, we got them back to their parents,” she added.
“I haven’t been off Planet because someone wont let me, so it isn’t me,” Plo mused, giving Mace and Yoda a look, though his amusement could be felt through the Force. “And Lissarkh and Ahsoka are still on planet… I can’t possibly think of anyone in my Lineage— foundling or master— who could’ve done—”
“It’s me,” Voolvif cut in, ears flicking in amusement. “Pup’s sleeping right now, but I went back to where my Master found me and found ‘im in the area.”
“A 104th child then! Not through the lineage but through the Battalion!” Plo chuckled and Voolvif flashed a toothy grin.
“Congratulations on becoming a father, Master Monn,” Mace sighed and shook his head before giving Plo Koon a look. “Even when you’re not off world you still manage to acquire every orphaned child and lost vode.”
The Kel Dor sniffed, fingers laced together as he leaned back. “Some Jedi have a habit of attracting trouble,” he said simply. “I just happen to be able to find those who need a family. And it’s a skill that I gladly pass down in my Lineage and family.”
“No more Sith Lords.”
“Now I can’t promise that, Master Windu. That would be no fun.”
though i did change some stuff?? like it just happened. Bultar and Voolvif on the new Council because I love them. Though its less of a council and more “the Council + everyone whose off world”
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Today isn’t a bad day and the room is full up of happiness and Jag laughs as he stumbles over Jet, goes down to the ground in a heap with a quiet ‘oof’.
How about this prompt: Wolffe doesn’t realize how possessive he is with Plo Koon until a shiny joins their battalion and takes all of Plo’s attention away
Wolffe is absolutely not jealous.
(He’s filthy stinking head-over-heels green-eyed-and-turning-greener jealous. Nobody has ever accused Wolffe of emotional literacy.)
His General - his General! - is suddenly never to be seen without that disgraced transfer from 127th Gunship Wing. Oh, he’s been doing his job, attending meetings, conferring with his command staff, arranging shipments and troop movements, but the moment he’s finished, Jai’galaar is pulling him aside to fawn over the ARC-170s. It doesn’t seem possible for there to be so many minutiae on a starfighter to occupy them, no matter how new. They don’t even look all that different from the previous model.
(Nobody has ever accused Wolffe of being a pilot either. This is something he and Plo will never agree on: Plo looks at the sky and sees freedom and unexplored horizons. Wolffe sees death in a roaring ball of flame.)
The point is, there’s no reason that Jai’galaar needs to be occupying so much of Plo’s time. General Koon’s time. Whatever.
Fuck.
It’s not even that Wolffe has anything in mind for Plo to be doing. He could be setting the bridge on fire, for all Wolffe cares, so long as that shiny (former CC, what’s the difference) isn’t involved. Though he probably would be, now that they’re best buddies. It’s driving him to distraction.
“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” says Boost, watching Wolffe watching Plo hand a wrench to Jai’galaar and lean in to look closer at the section of wing they’re tuning for another trial run.
“What are you talking about? Don’t you have a toilet to scrub with a toothbrush?” Wolffe grumbles. He grits his teeth when Plo gives Jai’galaar a pat on the shoulder. Boost snickers and walks away, cackling some nonsense about how many credits he’s going to make.
Plo looks up and catches sight of Wolffe. He breaks into a grin, or as much of one as he can with most of his face obscured. He hops off the fighter wing and and makes his way over. “Commander! Were you looking for me?”
Technically no, but if it’ll get Plo away from that trooper …
“Uh, sure,” says Wolffe. He leads them out the hangar door, sending a sour look at Jai’galaar as they go. Jai’galaar seems very confused but goes back to his plane. When Wolffe looks back, Plo is watching him expectantly. Wolffe’s mind goes blank.
“Wolffe, are you feeling well?” Plo asks.
“Um,” says Wolffe.
“We’d better get you checked out,” says Plo. “I do hope nothing is wrong.” He shepherds Wolffe to the medbay, where of course the most sarcastic bastard in the GAR is on-duty.
“I’ll make sure he’s okay, General,” Catch promises. Catch is, thankfully, very adept at picking up hints and shoos Plo away in no time flat. Wolffe gives a half-hearted wave as Plo leaves and then turns to face the music.
