I like the premise of this blog. How about some Wolffe, Comet and Boost being awfully soft and protective of their favorite communications officer who always takes the time to listen and treats them kindly?
Willow and Windchimes
YanderePoly!Wolfpack x Reader ( no clonecest)
The wolfpack fall hard and fast for a pretty communications officer after being harassed by her assistance dog.
Notes: reader has and alert dog to warn her of low blood sugar. I will not go into detail about her condition, only that it is genetic and can make her dizzy and in extreme cases cause seizures
She was fucked.
How had this happened. One moment she had been on the way back to her flagship from her leave on Naboo, next thing she knew she was being lifted god knows how many feet into the air, heading back towards General Koon’s flagship.
She could almost hear her mothers voice.
‘Your too kind, Y/N. Nothing good ever comes with being too nice to anyone’
In Y/N’s defence, being a raging psychopath had never gotten her mother very far either.
Still. Y/N believed that if she had shown a little more spine and put her foot down when their attention became uncomfortable, this would not be happening.
She could remember the day she met them. ‘Them’ being the notorious Wolfpack, a squad led by General Koon’s Commander, Wolfe. A short tempered clone, who, although very competent, was not the easiest man for most to have to interact with.
Y/N could remember the day they met clear as crystal. It had been a rough one. It wasn’t too long after a scuffle with the Separatists and there were communications coming in every second. The com tower had been targeted specifically and while not entirely successful, the Seppies did manage to damage it and make all two way communications nearly impossible.
So while the techies desperately got to work trying to make the physical repairs to the tower, the com officers had to try every trick in the book to get a discernible two way signal. The chaos and work rush had left her unable to eat anything, bringing her blood sugar dangerously low. Her loyal companion, Willow, had been alerting her for an hour now. Bringing her bottle after bottle of juice, that were left to the side of her work station, his nose bops to the thigh getting more and more aggressive. Y/N thought she might bruise.
Having realised that she was not listening to his alerts, Willow started to get more intense with his warnings. Pawing and jumping up onto her lap, trying to get her attention.
All this action had startled the silver tabby tooka on Willows back.
Windchimes, while not technically a medical service animal was overlooked on board by the General, as she not only helped keep Willow calm, but raised moral amongst the crew. Plus the kitchens loved her, the rat and mouse population had never been so easily controlled.
With a decent signal finally sent out, Y/N could finally spare a moment to realise how dizzy and tired she felt, and saw all the juices she had carelessly ignored, her companions watching her intently.
Y/N went to open one of her juices and had just taken a gulp when Willow and Windchimes took off. She didn’t pay it any mind. Sometimes Willow was too good at his job and picked up on the low blood sugar of the crew. None of them seemed to mind too much.
Having finished her drink and gone back to work, Y/N hadn’t noticed that it had been several hours since her dog and tooka had disappeared, the juice bottles on the side of her desk empty.
The yell of commander Wolffe brought her to attention.
“WHO'S DOG IS THIS!?”
‘Oh no’ Y/N thought as she went to retrieve her friends.
She didn’t like conflict in the best of times, with the gentlest of people, but Commander Wolffe scared her. She definitely did not want to get on his radar. Not for her companions harassing him.
When she found the Commander by the mess, she couldn’t help but huff a disbelieving laugh out.
Her dog, with the tooka riding his back, had cornered the Commander by the staff fridge and was currently doing his best to lick his helmet off. Apparently the commander had low blood sugar and Willow had had enough of being ignored.
‘I’m so fired’ Y/N thought hysterically as she passed three snickering clones on the way to retrieve her wayward dog, and his encouraging passenger.
Y/N grabbed the large dog by his harness, Windchimes jumping from his back to her shoulder.
Heaving the determined willow off, Y/N desperately tried to explain herself.
“Commander wolffe sir, I’m so sorry. Willow’s not usually like this. He’s a medical dog sir.”
She finally managed to pull him off of the Commander, as Willow decided he had gotten their attention enough to retrieve a juice for the irate clone. He brought the bottle, very proudly, past a mortified Y/N and pushed it into Wolffe’s thigh, waiting for him to take it and praise him for his hard work.
“Why is he here?” The commander asked, finally taking off his helmet and pinning her with a stony glare.
“Sir, he’s my alert dog. He warns me about low blood sugar before it causes problems for me.”
Willow rammed Wolffe’s thigh again. Y/N cringed.
Firing would be merciful. Wolffe looked like he wanted to throw her to the Seppies.
“Why is he doing that?” The commander asked, irritated at the dogs actions.
Seeking to diffuse the situation and avoid any harm coming to her friend, Y/N takes the bottle of juice from the dogs mouth.
“I guess he thinks you have too low blood sugar sir. It happens sometimes, he alerts the other crew members. Although never this aggressively. I…please don’t have him removed sir, he’s not a bad dog, and I really do need him.”
She gestured to the bottle in her hand.
“If you do what he wants, he will stop sir.” Y/N timidly recommended.
Wolffe once again glared at her, but seemed to want to get the insistent dog off his back so he reluctantly went along, reaching out for the juice in her hand, but Y/N pulled it away. Wolffe looked more annoyed, if that was possible, but Y/N simply pulled a fresh bottle out of the fridge.
“Here, take this one. I’m used to the dog lick, but you shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
She thought she saw surprised gratitude flick swiftly over his features at the simple curtesy. He twisted the cap off the bottle and threw it back like a shot. His features softened slightly at the sweet drink, and that he no longer had a large canine harassing him. Y/N briefly though that he was very handsome when his face wasn’t twisted up.
He threw the bottle out and Y/N went to leave but he spoke again.
“I didn’t say you could leave soldier. What’s your name and rank”
Y/N gulped. This is where she loses her job. She had been so proud of it too. Worked so hard.
“Y/N L/N, sir. I’m a communications officer.”
“And your dog. How did you come to bring him on board?”
“I have permission from the General to bring him with me on missions sir, seeing as he prevents me from being hurt due to my condition. He’s off leash because should I need it he’s been trained to retrieve help, sir.” Y/N nervously explained, her voice shaking and palms sweating.
The clones from before came up behind her, one resting a hand on her shoulder.
“No need to be so scared, Miss L/N. He was just doing his job. RIGHT Wolffe?”
The commander seemed to cool off a bit at his brothers insistence.
“Still doesn’t explain the tooka” wolffe eyed the silver tabby contentedly purring at the chaos around her.
“Ahhhh…emotional support?”
“Emotional support?” Commander wolffe asked incredulously.
“Uhh, Willows shy. He gets stressed easy. Windchimes keeps him calm, let’s him do his job properly. She was actually an alley tooka, so there’s not a lot that scares her, and...yeah…” Y/N awkwardly trailed off.
One of the other clones took his helmet off. He had a strange shaved haircut with two vertical red stripes running from the front of his head from the back. Not the most flattering look, but Y/N wasn’t going to say anything.
“You named your tooka Windchimes?”
“Uhh, yeah. She likes to play with the Windchimes I have at home, soo…”
The other clones, seeing that the trouble had passed took their helmets off too.
The one with silver hair approached her.
“Is she friendly?” He asked, eyeing the tooka with barely contained excitement.
“Most of the time. Just let her sniff you first.” Y/N gently, cautiously took the soldiers hand, bringing it up to hover a few inches infront of her tookas face. Close enough to smell but not so close it would crowd her.
She didn’t have to worry. Windchimes jumped right into his arms, purring her head off. The clone with silver hair caught her and laughed. Cradling her and scratching behind her ears. The last clone, who looked like your average clone save for the shooting star tattoo on his cheek approached Y/N.
“How long have you been stationed on the Triumphant? I haven’t seen either of these two around before.”
He bent down to rub behind Willows ears. The dog seemed thrilled to finally be getting a reward for all his hard work.
“Two months sir, we usually don’t stray far from the mess, sleeping quarters and com tower.”
The Commander approached. Y/N had to resist the urge to step back. She couldn’t however, fully suppress a large wince at the man’s proximity.
He seemed to notice her discomfort at the entire situation, and took mercy on her.
Reaching down he went to rub her dogs side.
“I guess I can’t fault you for doing your job, can I boy?”
Willow seemed entirely too happy with himself. A big dopey grin on his face, his tail going a mile a minute.
Seemingly done with the situation the Commander straightened up.
“You can go back to your quarters now, miss L/N. Try not to let this happen again.
Y/N nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble.
But little did she know, her trouble had only just begun.
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It was nearing the end of another long and hard days work. The Triumphant had been in the outer regions providing backup for General Skywalker and the 501st. Their communications had been patchy since leaving the mid rim and the com officers were working double time to stay on top of all transmissions.
The mission was a success though. From what Y/N could tell the troops had done their jobs and returned with only minor injuries, which wasn’t always the case.
Y/N was shutting down her station, preparing for the shift change when she was approached by three clones. She stood and waited for them to explain what they needed. When they got closer they took off their helmets.
It was the same three clones from the incident with Wolffe.
The one with red stripes must’ve noticed her panicked face. He offered her a gentle smile.
“It’s okay, miss L/N. Your not in any trouble.” He reassured, coming to lean against her desk, facing her.
“Uhh, okay then. Can I, uh, help you with anything?”
At this they turned bashful.
“We were wondering if you wanted to, maybe sit with us in the mess?
You could bring your two friends, I mean if you want. You don’t have too I, we, were just…”
The one with the cheek tattoo staggered off his sentence. They all looked slightly embarrassed and out of place here.
"Uhh, sure. Just give me a couple minutes to finish up here.” Y/N replied, with a small, shy smile.
The clones lit up. Mission successful. They had asked the pretty lady to eat with them. Now they just had to convince Wolffe to actually talk to her, instead of just watch her from a distance, not that they had been much different. She certainly made an impression on all of them.
Even the general had noticed. His Wolfpack's eyes and thoughts seemed to be straying as of late.
Willow chose this moment to make his entry. He trotted right up to the clone with the tattoo and began rubbing and leaning against his leg, Windchimes riding on his back like usual.
“Uhh, what’s he doing? Is he alerting me or something?”
Y/N turned back towards him and saw her friend with the biggest begging eyes he could manage, looking straight into the the clones soul.
“No, no”, Y/N breezily laughed, “he’s just begging. Probably wants attention and food”
The clone almost looked disappointed that he didn’t get to be brought a sweet snack by the sweet ladies dog. But he kneeled down to rub his stomach anyway. Willow flopped and rolled onto his back, forcing Windchimes to jump off with an indignant squawk to avoid being squashed. She soon made herself cozy on Y/N’s shoulder.
The clone with silver hair reached out to pat the tooka, delighting in her purring, as well as the proximity to Y/N.
“We never introduced ourselves did we?” He said, looking a bit flustered at the realisation.
“Name's Sinker ma’am. The one with the stripes is Boost, and the guy on the ground is Comet.” He proudly presented his and his brothers names to her.
“Yeah, and the one who got harassed by this guy was-“
“Commander Wolffe. I’m- I know.”
The clones smiled softly at her, expecting that she would think he held a grudge against her for the incident with Willow, when really, it was the opposite.
“It’s good to be able to put a name to your faces.”
At this the clones froze. Stiffened and some of the ease in the air vanished. Y/N had unknowingly touched a sore spot. They thought she was mocking them for being clones.
Boost then pushed himself off her desk, an unreadable mask on his once easy features.
“Face, more like. There’s not much to see I’m afraid.” He was challenging her. Testing to see if they had made a mistake by seeking her out.
Y/N didn’t notice his challenge and replied without thinking.
“Nah, you all look different to me. Most clones do, actually” she said offhandedly, finishing shutting down her station.
“All done. We can go now if you want…?” She turned back to them, they were all staring hard at her, with what seemed like amazement. Y/N didn’t understand the importance of what she had just said.
“Or not? You guys okay? If you don’t want to go anymore that’s fine, I’ll just-“
“NO!” They yelled in unison, then drew back at the volume of their own voices and the fact that Y/N had recoiled from them, looking away.
Boost then took her hand and gently spoke.
“No, please. We still want to go”
He began to lead her to the mess. Her hand still in his, with Sinker taking the other hand and Comet coming up behind her, standing slightly to the side as he lightly rested his arm around Y/N’s lower back.
All three led the furiously blushing woman to the mess, with Windchimes riding her shoulder and Willow trotting at her heels.
When they arrived at the mess Boost and Sinker managed to find an out of the way table, where they could have some privacy.
They talked and talked and talked for what seemed hours. About any and everything. Y/N noticed how Comet and Sinker seemed to gravitate towards willow and Windchimes respectively.
They seemed stunned when she pointed out how ironic it was. That they kinda matched up. Comet was energetic and friendly, while sinker was more reserved and snippy, but in a funny way.
Real cat and dog people, she called them.
Comet and Sinker were thrilled that she had taken notice enough of them to gauge their personality.
“I’m feeling a little left out here, sweetheart.” Boost had dramatically stated, hand over his heart.
“What about me, am I a cat or dog person.” He was itching for any praise or attention she would spare.
Y/N tilted her head.
“Hmmm, neither. You seem more of a people kinda guy. Good at putting them at ease.” She mused.
Boost preened.
He was about to say something when a gruff voice spoke up behind them.
“Boost, Sinker, Comet. What are you doing here?”
The three of them, plus Y/N stood up to address the Commander.
“Commander Wolffe, just keeping the pretty lady company sir”
The Commander eyed Y/N, and then looked around for Willow, as if concerned he would be jumped again. But Willow had taken off with Windchimes and wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Not wanting to seem rude, Y/N looked up at the Commander.
“Did you want to join us sir? If you have time, that is.” She asked kindly.
Wolffe shared a look with his brothers, as if giving some sort of signal.
The Commander turned back to her, a handsome, not unkind smirk on his face. Y/N felt as though she was looking a loth wolf in the eye, her very soul being observed. His gaze was sharp, strong and held a depth and intelligence she couldn’t begin to describe. He had chosen his name perfectly.
“Sure, if you don’t mind. And when it’s just us, you, me and these idiots”, they all let out various sounds of indignation and insult, “You can just call me Wolffe.” He smiled. Actually smiled. Not a smirk or mocking grin. She thought he had a beautiful smile.
Y/N felt as though she had been granted some kind of unimaginable privilege.
“Yes si- I mean, Wolffe.” She awkwardly stated. But he seemed to enjoy the way she said his name, as he scooted closer to her, their knees and shoulders touching.
“There we go pup. Not so bad now. You don’t have to be scared of me.” He commented softly to her, letting Y/N lean into him and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her close.
Y/N blushed at his nickname. She had not been prepared for a charming and sweet Wolffe. Gruff, arrogant, maybe even rude, yes. But never in a million years did she expect him to be soft and gentle.
Especially with her, after how they met.
“Awww, you made her blush Wolffe.” Boost said, admiring her as if she was some kind of cute baby animal,
“I think your right”, Comet sighed, leaning on his hand looking at her affectionately.
“She is like a little pup.” Sinker came and sat one her other side. “Cute little thing” He commented, resting his head on hers and rubbing her back, encouraging her to sink into their affection. The safetey and warmth of their bodies.
This all seemed to her so sudden. She had met these clones once, and not on very good terms either. Yet here they were, wound around her and staring at her as if they had pined over her for years.
Little did Y/N know, they had been watching her for some time. Keeping an eye on her, learning about her. How she lived, her personality, and watching out for any, undesirables, that may try their luck with sweet Y/N.
They had all come to an agreement. Y/N was the perfect fit for them. Calm and soothing. A sweet balm to come home to. To care for and protect. She would be the packs little pup. And they would keep her with them.
When she had invited Wolffe to join them, that had been the sign they waited for. Wolffe had given them a look that said they could go ahead with their affections, and started to make his own known.
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The Wolfpacks, she could only call it courtship, went in for several weeks. They would eat together, talk and even, when missions allowed, nap together.
Y/N learnt a lot about them in those weeks.
Wolffe got headaches from his eye and was especially irate clingy during them, Boost didn’t especially enjoy his haircut, but he did it for his fallen brothers. Sinker was self conscious about his grey hair, he thinks it makes him look older. Comet is the last survivor of his batch. He chose his name last.
They would talk to her for hours and hours. Speaking about things they had always wanted to say out loud but didn’t think anyone would care about. Their worries, concerns. Their hopes and dreams and random thoughts and curiosities.
Y/N was happy to listen to any and everything the had to say.
She also found out how physically affectionate and attentive these boys could be.
They loved to hug. To comfort and care. They’d treat her with such tenderness and dedication it made her want to cry. No one had ever cared for her like that before. It had always been a ‘take care of yourself’ kind of life for Y/N. Not out of choice, but that’s just the way things happened.
She almost cried at their concern when they started to make sure she was eating enough and staying at healthy blood sugar levels, as opposed to her just waiting until Willow alerted her and then drinking something.
They insisted she nap with them when they were off duty. Stating that they would feel better if they knew she was there with them. Safe and sound. She agreed. Not knowing a single universe where she would give up the opportunity to be comfortably squished between these very large, strong, capable, gorgeous men. She had never slept better than when she was in the middle of a Wolfpack cuddle puddle.
One time some clones from a different squad walked in on their nap time. It was in the barracks and not exactly private but even so, Y/N thought the pack would stir and disperse to save face. However the new clones didn’t blink an eye. Going to form their own sleep pile on the other side of the room. One of them caught her staring in confusion and offered her a smile and a nod, before settling his head down on his brothers shoulder and drifting off.
Wolffe must’ve sensed that she had moved, feeling the cold she supposed.
“Come back here pup. We’re alright.”
He reached a hand out to her, which she took, snuggling into his chest, Sinker's hand resting on her hip and Boost curled around their heads, with his forehead resting on top of Y/N’s. She wasn’t sure where Comet was but there was a warm weight on her thigh that might’ve been him.
“Do all clones sleep like this?” Y/N asked quietly, speaking into Wolffe’s strong, soft chest.
She always thought they would’ve been hard and uncomfortable seeing how strong they were, but she was wrong. They were incredibly strong, but had that layer of fat over their muscles that made them so soft and perfect for cuddling. They never took their shirts off. Never crossed that line with her but she suspected that at the very least Wolffe would have a very nice chest with lots of soft, downy hair on it. It just seemed to fit him. But she would keep those thoughts to herself.
“Most do. Not all”, Wolffe replied quietly, cradling her head to his heart. “It was a way of keeping warm on Kamino when we were cadets and after that a means of comfort.”
Y/N thought that was incredibly sad and cute. Not exactly knowing how to express this she just nuzzled into Wolffe more, reaching out to bring sinker in closer behind her. Comet and boost followed, snuggling in as close as possible without suffocating her.
This was her favourite way to sleep now. Surrounded by her clones with her dog close by and her tooka purring away on top of whatever person she decided to bless with her presence.
It was perfect.
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Things started getting too intense for Y/N’s comfort shortly after the Pack first witnessed her having a seizure.
They knew what was happening of course. She had told them about it in depth. What to do, and what not to do. They had gone over everything. She had had seizures since meeting them. But mostly when they were deployed and not around to make sure she was taking care of herself, so when they saw it for themselves they were terrified.
The 104th had just finished up with a mission. They'd had some casualties and several clones were injured. It had been rough on Wolffe. She had gone to join them, feeling dizzy when she stood up. But she decided she would wait till she got to the barracks to drink something, much to Willow's annoyance.
The dizziness passed after a moment and she made her way towards her Pack.
She had just released Boost from a hug when Willow came up behind her, jumping and signaling that she should get down on the ground when suddenly she just started seizing.
Willow had been through this many times with her and knew exactly what to do. He got underneath where her head would’ve otherwise hid the durasteel floor. Windchimes came up to lay near Willow's head, keeping him company while his poor human shook uncontrollably on his soft belly.
This may have been routine for Willow, Windchimes and Y/N, but to the Pack this a new type of hell. Y/N had gone through what a seizure looked like, but seeing it in person scared them. The helplessness scared them. Their sweet pup was seizing and jumping and shaking on the floor, eyes rolling back into her head and body convulsing as if being shocked, and there was nothing any of them could do but watch and hope she doesn’t hurt herself.
None of the clones could wrap their heads around how something like this could happen in natborns. How could the clones be genetically immune to any and all diseases and conditions, but people who were born naturally had to just hope they wouldn't fall victim to such cruel and unavoidable conditions. It didn’t seem right to them. It SCARED them.
Having sensed the distress of his usually calm Commander, General Koon swept in to see what was happening and if he was needed.
When he saw Y/N on the ground, seizing on top of Willow he understood. A few of the Jedi were also prone to seizures for one reason or another. He put a soothing hand on Wolffe’s shoulder, his presence calm.
“It’s never easy to see anyone like this. But there’s nothing we can do except wait for it to stop.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done sir? Anything at all?”
Sinker asked almost desperately, Y/N’s twitching reminding him far too much of some of his brother's deaths on the battlefield.
“I know this is distressing. But miss L/N has managed her condition her whole life. She knows what to do. What we can do, Is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself on anything while like this. You do know not to move her yes?”
“Yes sir. She went over it in depth with us sir. We were not to attempt to move or even touch her. To only move dangerous objects out of reach and let Willow do his job”
Comet replied, doing his best not to look at Y/N.
“Very good Comet. And what your not going to do when she comes back to is overcrowd or overwhelm her.”
By now Y/N’s seizing had slowed and a crowd of concerned clones were standing around her.
When she had stopped moving completely, her breathing even and her face smooth, General Koon went to her side. Still not touching her, he hovered a hand over her head. Checking for any abnormalities in her force signature.
He had met Y/N before, when she was brought on board to discuss her condition and the terms for bringing willow and Windchimes on missions. He had found her sweet and quiet. Very shy and kind. He could see why his Wolfpack was so interested in her. Another thing he noted when they had spoken was her force signature. He dedicated to memory what it should feel like so he would know if her seizures had caused any injury.
Thankfully her signature was calm and normal, becoming more active.
Y/N was coming back around.
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The first thing she noticed when she came back around was the Wolfpack. They stood over her, not too close, and they all looked pale, as did the other clones from around the ship who had the misfortune of walking into the scene.
She then noticed General Koon at her side, checking over her.
She went to stand up, gesturing for him to help her, but stooped when at least five clones yelled various things like, ‘STOP!’ ‘’What are you doing?’, ‘stay down there' and, 'we’ll help you’.
Y/N ignored them.
Leaning heavily on the General, she mumbled about wanting to go back to her room, tired from the seizure and flushed at all the attention it had unfortunately gained.
It wasn’t the first time she’d had a seizure in public, nor was she ashamed of her affliction, like her mother had told her she should be, but she never enjoyed the looks of fear, worry and panic people always sent her way.
Y/N and the General had just started walking when Wolffe spoke up.
“Sir, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to take Y/N to a medic to be assessed before she does anything else.”
Wolffe didn’t wait for a reply. He gently scooped Y/N out of General Koon’s arms and set off for the Triumphant's med bay.
“I don’t have to go there y’know. I feel fine. Just tired and a headache.”
Wolffe wasn’t having it. His pace never faltering he kept on towards his goal, boost, comet and sinker swift at his heels. She couldn’t see Willow but could hear him walking and assumed that Windchimes was with him.
“That...,” his voice shook slightly, “...I don’t know what I expected but that was not, fine”
“These happened before? Like that every time?” A distressed Boost asked.
Y/N sleepily tucked her head into Wolffe’s shoulder. His warmth and soothing scent lulling her into a state of bliss.
“They sometimes are. Sometimes they’re worse, sometimes not as bad. I've had a few since meeting you guys. Usually I’ll have them in my room”
This only seemed to agitate the Pack more as they turned into the med center.
“They’ve happened before!?”
“More than once!?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
Y/N was starting to feel overcrowded. Their questions and concerns too much for her right now and against her will, she could feel her eyes begin to water.
She sniffed as Wolffe put her down on an examination table, his arm still wrapped around her lower back.
“I didn’t want to worry you guys. I get them a lot and, I guess I’m just used to dealing with them on my own. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She looked down, unwilling to meet their gazes.
Sinker took a seat on her other side, while Boost went off to find a medic.
He didn't say much. Just pulling her into a side hug and kissing the top of her head. A quiet ‘don’t cry’ mumbled into her hair.
Comet meanwhile was standing guard over the med bay, looking out for Boost’s return. He felt awful. Y/N's seizure had scared him, more than he’d like to admit. It was bad enough thinking about this one episode, but knowing she had multiple seizures, while they were supposed to be caring for her just wasn’t good enough.
Boost came back with a medic clone. A shiny called River, and Wolffe explained what had happened for a very flushed looking Y/N.
“Oh, yeah we were warned about this when you started. Did the episode last more than five minutes?”
“No”
“Any injuries?”
“No”
River asked her to follow his finger around with her eyes.
“And any slurred speech or nausea?”
“No” Wolffe growled. Becoming impatient.
“That’s good. As far as I can tell there a isn’t anything to worry about. Though I would recommend taking the day to recover.”
Boost looked at River incredulously
“Wait. That’s it. You mean there’s nothing else?”
“Told ya”, Y/N mumbled
“Nothing else that can be done. A little rest and she’ll be fine” the clone said. A clear dismissal.
“Hold up shiny-“
“WOLFFE”, Y/N barked, having had enough of today, “I just wanna go back to my room. Please?”
He reluctantly gave into her request, but still did not let her walk, carrying her to her tiny room.
She was one of the few allowed a bunk to herself because of the seizures, and assistance animals. Wolffe was grateful for this as he arranged Y/N, himself and his brothers into a cozy nest of blankets and mattresses that they had made in the floor, so they could all fit.
Wolffe wasn’t going to let their pup go through that alone again. Looking at his brothers he could see they were thinking the same.
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The clone's clinginess was dialed up to 11 after that. She had at least one of the Wolfpack with her at all times.
When she went to work, there was one of the Pack with caf at her station.
When she had down time, they always just so happened to be where she was.
They slept together, ate together, sometimes they even tried to convince her that they should shower together.
It was flattering, charming even, to Y/N at first. They were her knights in shining armor, and she, their beautiful princess. But the novelty soon wore off. They didn't give her any space. Not anymore. They were glued to her hip 100% of the time.
They wouldn't let her do anything for herself anymore, claiming it's too much, that she should relax and let them handle it.
The true last straw was when they had gotten three days leave on Coruscant, while the Triumphant was being repaired.
Y/N was at a store looking for new clothes, Wolffe was with her, of course.
Not ten minutes into the trip he stated that they should go. Y/N had questioned why. He looked over her shoulder at a crowd of people he deemed were getting too close.
"It's getting kind of crowded in here, and we've been out for a while" he said with that stupid handsome, 'it's alright, I'll take care of you, don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head', kind of smile, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Besides. You could always borrow something from me or the Pack." He whispered suggestively into her ear, "I'm sure you'd look far better in it than us."
Despite hating how they babied her, and feeling uncomfortable at his public display of affection and possession, Y/N couldn't deny how his words affected her. So once again, she went along with him.
They were almost out of the store when another man approached. He was a little bigger than Wolffe, with electric green eyes and a concerned look on his face.
Wolffe was on guard immediately, putting her behind him. Willow and Windchimes following.
"Excuse me ma'am. Me and my friends couldn't help but notice that you seemed a little uncomfortable before. Is everything OK?"
Oh no.
He had caught onto Y/N's discomfort at Wolffe coming onto her. She looked behind him and saw his friends, two other guys and three women, looking at them with various expressions of concern and weariness.
"I'm-"
"We're fine. Go back to your group civie" Wolffe cut off gruffly. Not liking how this man had been watching his sweet pup. Probably planning on how to steal her away from him.
The man wasn't convinced. He addressed Y/N again.
"If you need help, we can take you home, or somewhere else if you like."
Y/N actually considered it. Wolffe was furious.
"Thanks, I-"
"I told you. She's fine. Why don't you leave, before this turns ugly." Wolffe interrupted again, fists balled and ready to fight.
"Why don't you let the lady answer for herself clone." The other man was getting annoyed too.
This was enough for Wolffe. Quicker than Y/N could catch he sent a sucker punch into the mans stomach. He doubled over, heaving and gasping for breath.
Y/N backed off. Terrified at his sudden attack. she had always known that the clones were trained their whole lives, but it was a shock to see her usually sweet Wolffe just attacking a man.
The strangers friend group joined in the fight. A man and woman trying to pull their winded friend out of the fight while the other two, who looked like they cage fought for fun, tried to take Wolffe on. But they were no match for his skill and experience.
Wolffe was quickly gaining the upper hand. Giving out a beating that was terrifyingly relentless and efficient. Blood was all over his hands. Both the man and woman had crooked, bloody noses and one was even missing a tooth.
The third woman in their party, who had stayed back out of the fight and was taking care of the first man, looked at her and gestured for her to run. Find help.
Y/N did.
She bolted out of the store while Wolffe was busy, and hit the streets hard, hearing her name called out behind her. Willow had picked up on his human's fear. He was keeping pace with her, Windchimes on his back hanging on for dear life.
This was it. Y/N couldn't do it anymore. She had to leave them.
For her safety and the safety of everyone around her.
Y/N heard grunts and shouting as people were pushed put of the way behind her. Wolffe had chased her down, leaving the people at the store to peel themselves off the floor. He still had their blood up his arms and a bit on his face.
She sped up, trying to keep the distance between her and the Commander. But she was no match for him either, her vision blurring and spinning. He caught up to her in no more than a minute, scooping her up in a tight hug and turning down an alley where no one was around.
Y/N thought he might be mad at her for running. Thought that he was about to hurt her in some horrible way. She squirmed and twisted trying to get out of his grip.
Wolffe saw how scared she was. Saw that she was trying to run from him. He couldn't let that happen. Couldn't lose her.
He protected her. Him and his brothers did. They needed her with them.
"M'sorry pup. So, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you sweet thing. Please don't be scared. Don't leave. Please" he begged into her neck.
She could feel tears falling and his shoulders shaking. Wolffe's grip was tight. Possessive. All encompassing.
Y/N knew that if she were to get away, it couldn't he now. So she did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around Wolffe and tried to sooth him. Calm him back down into a steady frame of mind.
Eventually he calmed enough to recognize where they were. A shady alleyway with night approaching and that Willow was desperately digging for the stache of snacks he knew Y/N kept in his harness pocket. He stood up, bringing Y/N with him.
After fishing out a small bag of jellybeans and gently but quickly feeding a few to Y/N, he took her out onto the street and hailed a taxi, His sweet pup's head nodding off into his neck.
He didn't care if they saw his bloody hands or wondered why he was carrying Y/N like a baby, clinging to his shoulders with her legs around his waist. This was Coruscant. These people had definitely seen worse.
Wolffe climbed in the vehicle, ignoring the dirty looks the driver threw at Willow and Windchimes.
They took off towards the Military docks, where the Triumphant was anchored. Most clones just slept on the ship if leave was anything less than a week. Y/N and the Wolfpack were no different. Sinker, Boost and Comet would be waiting for them on board.
When the taxi came to a stop and Wolffe paid up, he went to take Y/N again, but saw she had fallen asleep.
'Precious darling' he thought to himself, picking her up and carrying her to her quarters. Willow and Windchimes following, but keeping a new distance from him.
He payed them no mind.
When he got them back to Y/N's bunk Sinker, Boost and Comet were there just like he had expected.
They demanded to know what had happened as soon as they saw the blood, a very asleep Y/N and how close Wolffe was holding her.
"Bunch of civvies tried to take her. I dealt with it. She got scared and ran, then Willow alerted. I got her some sugar in time but she's really tired from everything."
They all looked at Y/N.
She had blood smeared on her sides from Wolffe and could barley keep her eyes open, wanting to go back to sleep.
Sinker ran a gentle hand through her hair.
"C'mon pup, let's go get you cleaned up," Y/N whined in protest, "I know you don't like it, but your too weak to shower alone right now."
The other three agreed, and despite herself, Y/N let them carry her into the bathroom and strip her down.
This was the first time she had been naked in front of them and was very shy about it, sleepily trying to cover her chest and the apex of her thighs.
The Pack saw nothing but perfection.
They themselves started to strip and Y/N let out a surprised Yelp, suddenly fully awake.
They just smiled at her, bring her in for a hug, her face burning as their naked bodies pressed together.
"Shhhhh, shhh. It's alright pup. Your safe with us. We aren't going to do anything. Just help you clean and then cuddle."
Comet whispered adoringly into her ear.
Despite his promise, she could feel the clear evidence of their arousal poking into her.
Absolutely overwhelmed and drained, Y/N retreated into herself. Letting them guide and baby her.
True to Comet's word the only cleaned her and themselves. Maybe giving a kiss or cuddle to her, but nothing more. In a detached part of her mind, Y/N thought that this was nice. The intimacy and closeness. But she refused to think too much on that.
After their shower, they all cozied up into the a sleep pile on the floor. The blankets and mattresses having stayed down there since the first time they did this. Still very much naked they all tried to get as much contact with Y/N as possible.
Tired, both emotionally and physically she leaned into them. Letting out soft, sleepy whines as they rubbed her hips, kissed up her belly and just rubbed and loved up all over her.
No one made any move to take it any further. They didn't want sex right now. They just wanted closeness. Intimacy.
So, with their pup all snuggled up warm and pliant and most of all, safe in the middle of them, they decided to put on a random holo to fall asleep to, Willow and Windchimes taking a spot near the door of the room, watching them closely.
It was a deep and dreamless sleep for all of them that night.
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The next day Y/N woke first. The first thing she thought was that she was warm. Very warm. She struggled to recall what had happened the previous night, then she saw Wolffe's bruised knuckles resting next to her head, loosely cradling it, and everything came crashing back.
The fight, the chase, the aftermath. At this Y/N checked under the blanket and, yup, she was still very much naked. And so were her boys.
She stopped there.
Her boys. She wanted away from them, not to encourage them to get closer and clingier.
She started to untangle herself from them, freezing whenever one of them moved or grunted. She hoped to get away before they woke and tried to follow her.
She had to speak to General Koon.
But of course, no such luck. They were light sleepers and her movement had woken Comet, who very rarely slept through the night anyway.
"Where you going pup?" He yawned sweetly, and Y/N had to stop herself from awwing.
She couldn't humanize them.
Not now.
She had to see them as an obstacle to overcome. A dangerous road barrier in her life, otherwise, she would break. She would stay and let them dictate her life, because it felt so good to just be. Be loved and be cared for.
"Just gonna put some clothes on and take willow for a quick walk. I'll be back soon."
By now the others had woken.
They were each starting to peel themselves up and dress.
"You want some company?" Wolffe asked, staring at her adoringly, shameless in his bare skin.
Belatedly Y/N realized she was still naked, and immediately set about looking for some clothes.
Wolffe chuckled. "Over here, sweet pup", and he gestures to a pile of washing she had done a few days ago.
Y/N knew it was there. But she had hoped to not have to pass him to find something to wear.
hesitantly, Y/N stepped over. She shook her head no at his question.
As she went to pick something out, Wolffe's arms came around her waist. His face nuzzling its way into her neck.
"You sure you don't want company?" He asked again.
The Wolfpack had always been more trusting of their brothers aboard the triumphant. More willing to let her actually be alone, at least for a few minutes, but they still didn't like to be separated from her. Y/N thought fast, coming up with an excuse as to why she should go alone.
"Yeah. I'm just gonna let willow outside for a but then swing by the mess"
Y/N knew Wolffe hated the mess in the morning. He did everything he could to avoid it as it was overrun by star struck shinies trying to ask him a thousand questions.
That did the trick. Wolffe let her go and boost handed her a red dress. The colour matching his hair. He had always loved that dress. It was short and soft and comfortable.
Y/N took it, along with whatever underwear she saw first, and put them on, not acknowledging the still naked clones watching her dress.
'Do they really not give that much of a fuck' she thought to herself.
Boost, Sinker and Comet hugged her close as she passed them, kissing her on her cheeks, hairline and forehead.
"Come back soon." Sinker had tenderly spoken into her skin, as the others finally began to dress.
Y/N almost rolled her eyes. They acted as if she was travelling across the galaxy. She just gave a small grunt of agreement instead, and headed out the door with Willow and Windchimes on her tail.
As soon as she was out of sight, she made a beeline for General Koon's quarters.
This was amazingly out of line for someone of her rank to be doing this to their General, but she was desperate and needed help.
She got to the General's door and was about to knock, when it slid open on its own.
General Koon was in the middle of the room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor in a patch of sun, but began to stand up when Y/N still hadn't moved.
"Miss L/N. Please, come in."
She stumbled into the room. Caught off guard at how he knew she was there. Willow and Windchimes waited politely at his door.
"Your friends may enter as well, child" he added, with kind amusement.
Her dog and tooka happily trotted inside, the door sliding shut behind them.
"How did you-?"
"I could sense your distress long before you reached my door. Tell me young one, What worries you so?"
She hadn't planned in breaking down.
She wanted to be the strong confident person who stated what she needed. But the General's genuine, fatherly tone broke her, and she burst into tears. General Koon immediately reached out to her. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and allowing her to hug him as she stuttered out an explanation.
"General. I'm so sorry. I...I need help. The wolfpack they're too much. I need to get away from them..." she sobbed into his robes.
He gently pulled her away from him, worried about where this was going.
"Miss L/N, I need you to calm down. What has the Commander and his men done?"
"Sir I... Maybe...No. This was a mistake. They're your men and, and-"
The general took her hand.
"You are part of my crew too, young one. You have just as much the right to feel safe here as anyone else. Please tell me what the Commander has done."
The flood gates opened. She told him everything.
How they would not leave her alone.
How possessive they were, how they wouldn't let her talk to anyone outside the ship, or even just be outside the ship, without one of them glued to her hip.
Finally she told the General about the incident in the city yesterday. How Wolffe had beaten an entire group for watching out for her. How they had taken advantage of her shock to put her in a position she had been denying for weeks now.
Shocked, General Koon asked what they had done, praying to the force it wasn't what he thought.
"I, maybe it seems strange, but they've been trying to get me to shower with them for a while and, I don't know, I just, let them. Last night. It was like I was a doll or something. They just undressed me and washed me and passed me around, hugging me like I was a toy. And, and I let them. I just LET them."
She felt embarrassed and disgusted with her own weakness.
The General on the other hand, felt sick.
"Y/N, they didn't try to..." This was hard even for him to say.
Those boys were like sons to him. Good soldiers and, he thought, good men. But this obsession with Y/N alarmed him.
"No, no they didn't try to sleep with me. They just hugged me. Held me close, kissed me."
There was more. Plo could feel it.
"What else child. There is more on your mind yes?"
Y/N looked disgusted with herself.
"I liked it" she said with a small voice.
"I liked their attention. Let it happen and I-"
"Y/N", The general said firmly. "This is not your fault. They put you in this position. Took advantage of your shock and vulnerability. None of this is your fault.
"I don't want them hurt or sent back to Kamino. I just wanna, disappear, I guess."
The general tilted his head.
"You wish for their actions to go unpunished?"
"I don't want them to be killed and used for parts. Maybe I should hate them. But I don't. I just wanna leave. Besides, they cant chase me up if they don't know where I am. Or even if I'm gone at all. That's really why I came here, Sir. I need to leave. As soon as possible. Today even, if I can, and I need to do it without them finding out."
Plo didn't entirely agree with Y/N's reasoning. But could understand her want to not hang around to decide a punishment, wanting, instead, a stealthy get away. So he decided to help her. Right now.
"I can get you a transfer to another station. They need managerial staff and are providing housing along with it. The stations just above Naboo, plenty far enough away from where me and the Wolfpack usually roam. It may be a step down and out of your current position, but its the best solution I can offer you."
Y/N felt like crying. He was helping her. He listened to her. Believed her.
"Thank you sir. When can I go?"
Plo kindly helped Y/N up off the floor.
"They are desperate for more help, so right now actually. The shuttle to the ship that will transport You there leaves in 5 minutes." He passed her a hooded cloak to wear on the way to the shuttle" I'll escort you and you companions there, we'll try to avoid the cameras. Unfortunately you'll have to leave your possessions behind. I can arrange for all the paperwork to be completed while your in transit, including an advance in pay and an alias. You can think of a name on the way there." He was already leading her out the door, heading towards the shuttle bay, which, thankfully, wasn't too far away.
They made it to the shuttle just in time. Y/N turned to the general.
"N/F/N N/L/N. That's what I'll go by."
The General tilted his head.
"Well then, N/F/N N/L/N. Good luck."
"Goodbye General, and thank you."
"May the force be with you, my child"
With that, the shuttle door shut and Y/N was off to her new home. Hope blooming in her heart.
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Wolffe was furious. His entire pack was.
It had been three months since Y/N had disappeared. He let her out of his sight for what he thought was going to be five minutes and their pup never came back.
They had started to become concerned after half an hour had passed and still no sight of her. They became distraught when she still had not returned after two hours and none of his brothers on the Triumphant had seen her or her pets anywhere.
Something had happened. Had she been taken? She wouldn't leave would she?
No, she had to have been taken against her will, that's the only reason there could be. This is why Wolffe didn't want to let her go out alone. He'd had a lapse in judgement thinking their pup was safe on board the ship, and this had happened.
Not knowing who else to go to, Boost suggested that they ask Plo'Buir for help. Their pup and Father seemed to be friends and it's possible that maybe she was with him. Y/N didn't really have any other close friends on board, preferring to keep to herself.
When they asked the General about her, he told them she had to go planet side for an indeterminate amount of time.
"Using her leave, for family matters" He had stated. There was an odd distance to his voice, a coldness that hadn't been there last time they spoke.
The pack didn't buy it. There had to be something else.
"Anyone else get the feeling something more is happening here?" Sinker had asked once they arrived back at Y/N's bunk.
They preferred going here as opposed to back to the barracks due to the privacy it afforded them.
"I agree. I'd never question Plo'Buir, but this doesn't add up. The only family Y/N has planet side is her mother, and they've been no contact for years." Boost added.
None of them believed that Y/N or the General were trying to trick them.
No.
It must be something else. Someone must have forced their pup to leave their side, but why? What had happened.
All of them wanted nothing more than to go out and find her. Hunt her down until she was safely back in their embrace. But they couldn't do that. The Triumphant was setting out for a mission in the outer rim. Who knows how long they'd be gone.
Too long, as they soon found out. Three months into the mission, and Wolffe had become more foul tempered than ever. He snapped at anyone who looked at him wrong, barley had any patience for the civilians he was here to help and sequestered himself in Y/N's old bunk with his pack when not on duty.
They all missed her desperately.
The mission was just about to end when the clones got an encrypted transmission from the Coruscant guard and the Alpha clones.
Palpatine was dead.
He was the Sith Lord behind the entire galactic conflict.
Fox had killed him personally in defense of his young Jedi daughter. Apparently she had discovered his secret through ARC trooper Fives, who she and the Corries had secretly saved. This had brought the clones plans for their beloved Jedi forward. It was time to take their family, their loves away.
The 104th would bring their General, their Father, back to safety. Wolffe would ensure their were no complications and personally see Plo'Buir settled and safe. But after that, they would go out to find their sweet pup.
It was time for the Wolfpack to hunt.
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Y/N was happier than she had been in a long time.
Her job above the planet of Naboo had turned out not to be as demanding as her old communications station had. she had free time, freedom and a beautiful planet with housing just below the ship she was on.
when Y/N had first arrived on the ship, she had nothing but the clothes on her back, her two companions and an encrypted com that General Koon had snuck her before she left. It contained all the details she would need to know in her new life. She had been nervous and shy, jumping at corners and looking out for familiar grey and white armor everywhere. but eventually she settled down. became more at ease.
A big reason behind Y/N's happiness was her bunkmate and now closest friend, Lazara Rei. A tall Togrutan woman with the bubbliest, kindest, most outgoing personality that Y/N had ever encountered.
When they first met, Y/N had been very nervous. Lazara was an intimidating beauty with dark blue skin, powder blue montral and soft orange designs on her face and horns. she towered over Y/N, dwarfing even the clones and Y/N was immediately weary of her.
But Lazara was the kind of personality that just brightened up a room, seemingly gravitating towards the shy and lonely, taking them under her wing.
Y/N hadn't noticed how toxic, how controlling her relationship with the Wolfpack had been, but now compared to that situation, her friendship to Lazara seemed like a cool, refreshing breeze against her skin, where she once felt crowded and sticky.
She and Lazara were currently off the clock and walking around a market in Naboo. They had been discussing their failed relationships and crushes.
Lazara, most amusingly, had the biggest crush on General Koon that Y/N had ever seen.
"I don't care what he looks like. That man is a certified DILF. Just his voice, and the way he moves...just UGHH" she had been gesturing wildly while describing her precious crush.
"I've seen him in action, ya know. Twice, when his ship and ours were on a co-op. He really seems like a man that would take care of you." she sighed, dreamily.
"He is." Y/N commented, examining a table with carved wooden jewelry.
"You've met him?" Lazara asked, almost offended that Y/N might have details about the general and was keeping them to herself.
"Well, out with it. What's he like, in person" she asked, her voice low and mischievous.
"He's actually the one who got me the transfer here. I was having some, lets say trouble, and needed help. He listened to me. Believed me and didn't hesitate to go out of his way to help." Y/N then looked at Lazara. a smirk on her face, "I've seen him fight many times too. he is very graceful."
"I KNEW IT! TOTAL DILF" she yelled, gaining side eye from everyone around them. she lowered her voice again, if she could, Y/N believed she would be blushing.
"You didn't happen to catch what he smelt like did you?"
"LAZARA" Y/N exclaimed
"What? Say what you want about them, but a good smell on a man can mean a world of difference. I bet he smells good right? Not like he's drowning in cologne? Ugh, I hate that in a guy. I once dated someone who wore so much I swear I had a blood alcohol reading from it. Young me really had no taste" Lazara bemoaned the mistakes of her youth.
"He smells clean. Like fresh linen, I guess."
Lazara looked pointedly at her and gestured for her to continue.
"I kind of, might've, cried in his chest when I went to him for help."
"What? And you were just gonna keep that from me? What was it like? Did it feel awkward? Was he a good hugger? Was he strong, I bet he was."
At this point they could see the stall owner start to get annoyed over their loitering and they decided to go hunt down a decent place to eat.
"Um, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. He wasn't awkward or distant, more supportive. Like, he let me choose if I wanted to hug or not, and yeah, he is pretty strong. One time he found me while I was having a seizure, helped me up like I was nothing." Y/N reminisced, trying not to think about the Wolfpack. she suddenly remembered a few more details.
"He's, I can only think to describe it as cozy. You know when you see pictures of old libraries and they're warmly lit, the shelves are all a rich red and the books are leather-bound. Everything's slightly aged and worn, but it all feels very welcoming and warm? That's what it feel like to be hugged by him. Welcoming and warm. He called me things like Young one and Child, made me feel valid and seen."
Lazara looked like she was in another world, dreamily staring ahead into space while they walked. The market had passed behind them while they talked and they were now on some nature walk out of Theed.
"Lucky girl, living my dream. I'm Jealous"
Y/N playfully shoved her.
"I have one of his cloaks at home if you wanna try and sniff his scent out ya weirdo. He gave it to me when I left"
"NOO, you make it sound so weird and creepy"
They both laughed. the ease of their relationship had amazed Y/N. Lazara had a way of sensing and navigating her moods that led her to wonder if she herself was force sensitive.
It would make sense. Lazara had once told her the reason she was on board that ship was because her younger twin brother was the Jedi General aboard it. Y/N was shocked at this. she had never really thought about the family the Jedi left behind.
Lazara hadn't talked to him, and he didn't seem to remember her enough to recognize his sister after all these years. but it brought Lazara a certain amount of peace to be able to see her brother safe and well.
Playfully, the Togrutan shoved Y/N's shoulder.
"What about you? Any crushes?
Partners?
Fuck buddies or doomed romances?"
Y/N sighed.
"Only the ones I'm running away from. I'd rather not go into detail."
Lazara looked at her understandingly. she looked like she was going to say something when suddenly she and Lazara were pulled to the side, off the path and behind some trees. They couldn't speak or move. Looking over her shoulder as much as she could, terrified of who might be behind her, Y/N saw a cloaked figure, tall and imposing. Then everything blacked out.
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Wolffe was enraged. How had this happened again, when he was right there, right outside the door!
The room he was in was destroyed. the furniture was torn up and there were several blaster shots in the wall, the clones weapon still hot.
Their Plo'Buir had run from them. From THEM. He mustve been scared, felt danger when they took him and brought him to this room.
he wasnt in any danger. he was as far from danger as any jedi could be, with his sons right outside the door ready to fight for him.
true, they had drugged him and put a dampener on him so he was weakened in the force. but its not like the drug was harmfull or he wascut off from his powers completly. the Wolfpack wanted to protect him, not torture him.
It hadn't been enough. their Plo'Buir had still managed to escape. in his hazy state of mind he must've perceived some sort of enemy and run away from them. he should've just come to his sons.
They would've done anything to comfort him.
instead he chose to slip out via an air vent that Wolffe had though was to small for him, his powers too weak.
But their Buir was a strong man. He'd had to be.
Plo'Buir had escaped, but Wolffe wasn't done yet. They had left a tracker on the cuff they used to dampen his force capabilities. All the Wolfpack had to do was catch him before he found a way to remove the cuff.
Wolffe stormed out of the holding room. Boost, Comet and Sinker on his heels, equally enraged as they boarded their starships.
They would find their Buir all right, And when they did, they would make sure he would never be without them again.
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When Y/N came around, she expected there to be pain. there was none. she was lying on the floor of a cave, Lazara beside her, slowly coming to herself. there was a scrunched up cloak underneath their heads.
Lazara groaned as she sat up.
"What happened? where-Y/N!" The Togrutan went to help her friend up, looking around for whoever brought them here.
a figure walked into the entrance of the cave. his figure still blury to the womens sight, but Y/N came to recognise some pretty distinctive features.
"GENERAL KOON!" She exclaimed with relief. she had thought the Wolfpack had found her.
despite everything, when Lazara found out who had taken her, she still had to supress a dopey grin at her crush being 5 feet infront of her.
"Hello young one. It's good to see you again"
He helped her and a frozen Lazara sit up.
"Although I'm afraid it's under dire circumstances."
Y/N looked pointedly at him.
"What's happened?"
"The clones have gone rogue. Fox killed the chancellor. Palpatine was the Sith Master behind everything."
Palpatine was a Sith master? she had never cared much for him, but damn, she wasn't expecting this. Lazara finally seemed to find her voice.
"The Sith Master... but wouldn't that mean the war is over? why hasn't anyone been told?"
"It appears the clones have taken control of Kamino, the Gar and Coruscant is under lockdown. all the clones have been ordered to bring their Jedi back to the temple. I don't know why, I barley managed to get away."
Lazara looked sick, thinking of her brother.
"Have they taken our ship? the Jedi General, he's my brother sir"
Y/N could see visible shock on the Generals face.
"I'm afraid so, my dear. Commander Waves took control of the bridge this morning. your General has not been seen since"
"How do you know all this?" I asked.
"When I escaped the Triumphant I took one of the tech clones data pads. I've been using it to listen in on their commands."
"General, not that I'm not glad to see you, but why did you come here?"
"More bad news I'm afraid. When the Wolfpack caught me they put an inhibitor cuff on me. I removed the cuff and found a tracker. By that time I was far too close to Naboo. The Clones arrived shortly after I did. Wolffe was leading them. I'm sorry, Y/N."
Y/N paled.
They were here.
They would find her. How many officers transferred to Naboo three months ago and just so happened to own a dog and a tooka.
"How did you find me?"
"I've been following you all day, young one"
Lazara looked up, realizing something.
"All day, general?"
"All day, dear Lazara. I must say, I'm quite flattered."
Despite the situation, Y/N was thoroughly amused. Lazara looked horrified.
Y/N's Amusement didn't last long though. They all watched as several clones with jetpacks circled their position.
The Wolfpack had found them.
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Wolffe couldnt beleive their luck. He and the Pack had coordinated with the cruiser above Naboo. it was the closest planet to where their Buir had dropped off the radar.
meeting uo with the Commander, a clone called Waves, he had learnt that a new member of his crew had been transferred from the triumphant about 3 months ago. it was a last minute transfer. the woman had a dog and tooka with her.
"Y/N's been here the whole time! What has she been doing?" Boost blurted out, unable to fully express how releived he was to hear about their sweet pup.
"Honestly, shes been managing the mechanical wing on level 5. one of my best officers. efficiant and knows how to keep everything in line. a few of my other officers could learn a thing or two from her."
"Thats our girl" sinker said proudly.
"Do you have any way to know where she might be? if we find her there's a good chance we'll find Plo'Buir." Comet pointed out.
"She'll most likely be with my cyare, Lazara Rei. they've been the best of friends since Miss N/L/N arrived."
"N/L/N?" Wolffe questioned.
"Yeah, her name. N/F/N N/L/N"
The Wolfpack looked at each other
"That's how she did it..." Sinker speculated
"N/F/N N/L/N isn't her real name is it?"
"No. It's Y/N L/N"
Waves looked at them with understanding. He couldn't imagine losing his General or his darling
"All my officers and mechanics are required to carry key cards. its how they are able to travel between the flagship and Naboo so easily. If miss Y/N is anywhere, she'll be with my Lazara. and luckily, my dear Lazara's key card has a bit of extra tech in it, so I can make sure she doesn't stray too far or into danger. I'm willing to bet if you find my cyare, you'll find your General and Y/N"
"Thank you, Waves. we'll set out to retrieve them immediately." Wolffe shook Waves' hand.
"We will provide jetpacks and the necessary sedatives you'll need for the job. Just one thing. When you find them, be gentle with my darling please. she's so kind and would hate for her to be hurt at all"
Wolffe could see the cracks in Waves' composure. He was as worried for his darling as him and his pack were.
"We'll bring them all home safe and sound, Commander" Wolffe said, putting his helmet on. they would not lose another minute.
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General Koon, Lazara and Y/N had all run in different direction. Scattering like prey beneath the wolves gaze.
But they were no match. Y/N saw Lazara scooped up by two of the Wolfpack, she couldn't tell who, but they seemed to sedate her as her body went limp for a second time that day.
She then saw General Koon darted from a distance. He didn't have his lightsaber but the clones were too smart to try and take him close up, resorting to a tranquillizer dart from a distance.
The General was taken away and just like that, she was the last left, with the fourth clone hot on her heels.
She was getting dizzy again. Y/N hadn't eaten anything in too long. The clone was catching up to her, but she couldn't move any faster. Suddenly her vision blurred. When it focused again she was face to face with Sinker's familiar helmet.
"No-"
"Pup, its okay-"
"No, NO-"
"Pup, please, its me, its Sinker!" He tried to reason with her, not sure why she seemed so panicked, tossing and turning, trying to get out of his grip.
"NO! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! YOU CAN'T, ITS TOO..." She had moved around too much in his arms, throwing herself out of his grip and dropping from hundreds of feet above Theed.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Y/N screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, Sinker following her and catching her just before she hit the ground.
Hovering in place, he held her quivering, panicked form close, trying to soothe her, and calm himself.
"shh, shhhh, its okay sweet pup, its alright. I'm here. We all are. We're gonna take such good care of you now. Your safe with us okay. We were all so scared for you sweet girl."
Sinker kept cooing and whispering reassurances in her ear. Y/N couldn't hear any of them. Her blood was rushing in her ears from adrenaline, her body still shaking from the fall.
Sinker held her closer to his chest, squishing her against his cold, hard armor. She was shaking so bad, her eyes screwed shut. She didn't notice Wolffe, who had dropped off Plo and come down to help when he saw Y/N falling, approaching from behind her.
Wolffe crowded against her as much as he could mid air, his helmet coming to rest on the back of her head.
His own shoulders were shaking slightly. His throat horse from the scream he'd let out when he saw his sweet pup falling to her death.
"It's alright pup, everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna keep you safe. You must've been so scared. I'm so glad to see you again. I love you so much, we all do."
Wolffe kept talking as he raised his arm, a sedative in his hand. moving Y/N's hair to the side, tenderly caressing her bare skin, before plunging the needle into her neck.
The last thing Y/N heard before everything went black was Wolffe telling her they'd all be together again soon.
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Y/N woke up with the headache of the century. she was sore, and her mouth was dry.
She went to move, to look for her dog and tooka when she realized something. there was a bandage around her arm and she was surrounded by clones.
Her clones. They'd gotten her after all.
Y/N started to shakily unwrap the bandage, the clones around her begining to wake up.
"No, no, no..." Y/N muttered to herself, seeing what they had done to her. The light from a tracker blinking under the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, a little too close to her veins.
A warm naked chest pressed against her, thankfully, clothed back. Two warm arms enveloping her tenderly.
Wolffe kissed her forehead and moved down her face to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulder.
"M'sorry sweet pup, but you left us no choice." Y/N started to cry, Wolffe kissed away her tears, "We cant keep you safe and loved if you disappear."
Sinker, Boost and Comet cozied up to her sides.
"We missed you so much, our sweet, sweet pup."