#sofiti

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Order 66 Sofiti may of just caused my death, can you write something with her and her commander where its just fluff?

That was pretty sad, here’s some fluff with a young Quinn:

“Wider.”

 Krell gently tapped the inside of his Padawans knee with a training staff. Sofiti obliged with a cringey face and shifted her foot in obvious discomfort, completing the kata her Master had created. It was obvious that Krells katas had improved her mobility by a tenfold than the standard katas taught to younglings in the temples. Sofiti never knew where to put her extra arms beforehand, so half the time they ended up hovering awkwardly.

 Meanwhile Quinn and a handful of troopers observed the Jedi and his Padawan from the outskirts of their small camp. It had been a month now since the little girl had become an addition to their Batallion and it was still odd. Especially from far away, the size difference between the muscular Besalisk and the underage Klint looked beyond ridiculous. He scratched his stubbled jaw in thought, when he felt a bump on his shoulder plate and turned to look at Wampa. The purple haired Trooper extended one of the numerous cups he was holding to him.

 He smiled at Quinn’s questioning face, “It’s caff, Lieutenant.”

 Said accepted with a scoff, “Don’t emphasise my rank every time.”

 “Hey accomplishments need to be celebrated.” Wampa shrugged, then offered another cup to the vod sitting to Quinn’s right, with a cheeky grin , “Some caff, Commander Caff?”

 The vod in question had thick, grey hair and some of the darkest amber eyes amongst them. He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow and sporting his deadliest Pokerface.

 Wampa was never good at knowing his limits, he was an expert at making things awkward. So he waggled his own eyebrows and asked again “Caff, Caff?”

 It took a solid minute of awkward silence before Wampa broke under the Commanders unimpressed glare and looked for a distraction. “Oh look. The Fluffball approacheth.”

 Quinn and Caff both turned their eyes ahead, to find that the Jedi Master had dismissed his pupil, who was now stalking towards them awkwardly and with the expression of discomfort plastered onto her face.

 “Are you alright, sir?” Wampa bellowed towards her. She waved her hands and stalked the last few feet through the grassland. Quinn noted that her fur looked damp and grimy and her big eyes were half closed. She looked tired. Unsurprisingly. General Krell had an energy that had grown vods struggle to keep up with him. They had been traveling the planet for the last three days before finally reaching their camp site. A trek that had left shinys wheezing and still, Krell insisted on his Padawan completing her katas.

 “Where’s the General?” Caff asked gruffly, scouting the empty meadow over her head.

 “He wants to map out the area”, Sofiti yawned, “For strategy.”

 The commander grunted, shifted his thigh guard and motioned for the Padawan to come over. When she was close enough, he opened his arms, picked her up and sat her down on his lap. She sighed and immediately started kneading her foot guards. Quinn frowned.

“What is it, sir?”

 Sofiti looked up at him, blinking owlishly and retracting all four of her hands from her feet when Caff shooed them off with his own.

 “Oh … ahm, I’m just not that used to walking this much. The temple doesn’t value cardio that much I guess.” She snickered at them smiling brightly, but tired. Quinn slurped carefully on his caff, smiling back over his cup.

 Caff grumbled something about not walking at all while undoing the strong clasps on her guards and carefully unwrapping them. Quinn didn’t have much time to think of anything to say because Wampa immediately struck up a conversation about dinner with her. Little things could get the vod and Padawan duo as excited as the prospect of food.

 They were only interrupted by the pityful mewl Sofiti let out when Caff got rid of both of the foot guards. Quinn and Wampa watched in awe when the Klint stretched what they had assumed were the small aliens feet, into four long fingers that resembled her hands more than feet. They watched their Commander pick up her thick ankles with a hiss and a care that they’d never ever seen him express this openly. He pulled out a cooling wrap from his belt and carefully layered it around her swollen feet.

 Finally he tapped her nose to make her look up.

 “Next time” he said slowly, “when they start to hurt you. You climb on Quinn’s shoulder pad.”

 Quinn choked into his cup, “Why my shoulder pad?!”

 The commander turned with his patented pokerface and glared at him.

“I don’t mind carrying her”, Wampa intersected.

 Caff gave him an uncomfortable up and down glare, “You just drank 3 cups of caff by yourself, boy.”

 The vod looked at his hands in utter puzzlement, like he had completely forgotten he had still been holding three formerly full cups. Caff continued as Sofiti started to nod off from exhaustion against his chest plate.

 “When I said your new position includes assisting the Commander I wasn’t talking about myself. I don’t need a Lieutenant, soldier, I’ve been leading this Batallion pretty darn good for a while now. I need you to take care of this commander.”

 Quinn frowned, trying to process this development, even as Caff carefully stood up and placed the dozing klint on the others lap. He gave a curt nod before striding off to where Krell was emerging from the tree line, bucket in hand and stone faced. The Lieutenant blinked, first at the receding shape of his commanding Officer, then back to the small Jedi in his arms, whom Wampa had taken to carefully pet.

 When he noticed Quinn looking at him he shot him a sly grin. “Congratulations on the promotion, sir.” That provoked a soft snarl that the soldier heartily chuckled at, before turning his attention back to petting Sofitis bangs. 

“She’s so sooooft” he whispered in utter glee, prompting Quinn to run his thumb over the fur on her arms.

“Yeah, she sure is.”

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Pong Krells Padawan Sofiti Ree and Commander Quinn of the 403rd Attack Battalion

more detailed headcanon under the cut:

SO I always wondered about Pong Krell (you know the asshole frog from the Umbara Arc). He was clearly a renowned Jedi and General, even with his reputation that he goes through batallions like a teen through tissues.

But I always wondered, did Krell just jump around and waste others batallions or did he have his own Legion? And did he have a Padawan? And how did said people feel about him. 

Krell was all about furthering his own legacy and success and when the Council suggested he take on a Padawan, he accepted only under the condition that he take on a four armed youngling, to preserve his techniques. Sofiti, a Klint (made-up four armed monkey/lemur race) from a Jungle Planet was the only multi armed youngling in the creche at the time so he took her on right before the beginning of the clone wars, at the age of roughly 10 standard years. The fluffy Klint is quite small, shy and polite, but also attentive, eager and disciplined. Her kind hardly grows to be as big as a regular human, so she was obviously not Krells preferred specimen, but she has proven herself to be a dedicated student for his four armed lightsaber techniques. Despite studying under Krell she doesn’t use double bladed (yet) but rather regular dual wield. She is proficient in swapping between hands fast.

I figured his troops wouldn’t have been overly fond but rather increasingly professional. Especially considering Krell was a front line General, they probably had a large influx of Shinies on the regular to make up for the sheer quantity of losses they have on the Regular. Initially they didn’t even have Battallion paint, because it just wasn’t worth it. Quinn is the 3rd Commander the Battallion has had in the first 2 years of the clone wars. He used to be an Arc Trooper and is part of the longest surviving core group of clones that have survived Krells command thus far. Thus he and those other Troopers have also been with Sofiti since the beginning and were also the first to decide to paint their armor in the color of her fur and stripes. Her race, albeit efficient and quick, is not very good at walking as they live primarily in trees. Thus she likes to climb up on clones, especially ARC shoulder pads, they’re her favorite perch.

The clones love their tiny monkey Commander, their only light at the end of a long campaign. Krell largely ignores the obvious affection, so long as everyone does as he says, which clones are more likely to when his padawan is present as he has come to notice. When Krell is ordered to Umbara, he and the 403rd are on a reconnaissance mission on a muddy Jungle Planet. He decides to leave his Padawan with the Battallion, unde the guise of not wanting to take her to an urgent front line battlezone. Truthfully he knows that they are more likely to listen to the Padawan and she listens to his orders unquestioningly. 

Only after finishing the lengthy mission, weeks later through lack of communication do they find out about Krells fall and death. The 403rd are re-assigned but largely keep their painted armors the way they are, while Sofiti is being handed around for occasional missions requiring her skills (and size) but mostly she is kind of in limbo, because there is currently no protocol for a padawan becoming masterless before the cutoff age. Quinn and the 403rd secretly hope that their commander is made a knight so that they can eventually fight side by side again. Until Order 66 happens.