Commander Wolffe

[beskar-strong]

Din had only met one clone before, and that had been Boba Fett. But he'd seen a couple at that disastrous gala, so it wasn't like he didn't know how to spot one. He had barely managed to get to Nevarro, and even then he hadn't expected one of the few remaining clone troopers to be in the same struggling that he was.

He knew they weren't technically Mandalorian (and Jango Fett not claiming his literal own blood just didn't sit right with Din) but he recognized that that wasn't their fault. So with Grogu tucked into his pouch, he headed towards the man.

He certainly looked like he'd seen war. Scars littered what Din could see of his skin, and the painted (so much like beskar, but yet not) armor was scuffed and scratched. From the scowl and frustration on his face, he'd just found out about the comms issue.

"Comms are down all over, we're stuck here until something gets figured out." he said, turning his head to look at the ship he'd come off of.

@wolffe--pack

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe grumbled as he stalked down from his beat up ship. Damn comms were down, he couldn't reach any of his brothers, hand he was stuck on some back water planet he didn't even know the name of. All in all, it was a kriffing terrible start to his day.

He looked up at the modulated voice, frowning when he realized that a Mandalorian was talking to him. Mandalorians didn't like clones, why was one even giving him the time of day? "Well that's kriffing great. Explains why I was forced to land here." he muttered.

Eyeing up the man and his shiny beskar, Wolffe raised a brow "Who are you then? First time I've met a Mandalorian that didn't want to immediately tell me what a waste of space I was." Not that he had met any beyond the Cuy'val Dar. But their opinions of the clones had be very clear.

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe knew that Cody was fine, knew his brother had taken bad injuries like this before. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to mother him anyway. Hearing from Bly how badly Cody had been injured at the disaster that was the life day celebration, Wolffe made sure he tracked his brother down as soon as they were all safe.

Scowling, he crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow as he watched Cody work “Vod, you been cleared to go back to work?” He asked doubtfully. He knew that unless someone strapped him down, Cody would go to work as soon as he could stand on two feet again.

@commanderxkote

[drewsburyhq-deactivated20230619]

wolffe–pack​:

Once the fighting broke out, Wolffe was quick to arm himself. He didn’t bother looking for his brothers, he knew Bly and Cody could more than handle themselves in a fight. Especially a fight with so many Jedi present. 

Armed with a blaster and a staff he’d taken from one of the downed guards, Wolffe found himself next to a Jedi that he didn’t recognize. “What are these kriffing things?” he growled out, just trying to keep space between himself and whatever these things were. 

@galaxywon (for Luke)

It  had  taken  longer  than  he  wanted  to  admit  to  figure  out  that  his  light  saber  hadn’t  actually  been  in  the  armory  for  as  long  as  he  thought.  Someone,  most  likely  a  smarter  jedi  than  himself,  had  managed  to  sneak  down  and  bring  them  back.  Armed  with  his  weapon,  he  felt  a  little  calmer.  Though,  that  wasn’t  very  calm  considering  the  situation  they  found  themselves  in.  Luke  eyed  the  man  and  his  blaster,  shaking  his  head,  “  If  we  knew,  there  might  be  an  easier  way  to  defeat  them.  “  Right  now  they  were  all  going  in  blind.  The  Jedi  could  not  feel  them  in  The  Force.  For  many,  it  was  absolutely  disorientating.  Luke  had  lived  most  of  his  life  without  actively  knowing  he  had  an  ability.  Even  for  him,  having  to  face  an  enemy  without  it  was  difficult.  “  Does  your  blaster  work  against  them  ?  “  

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe bit back a curse and shook his head “Don’t know sir, been trying to pick off guards that were going after civilians. My General told me to stay away from these things.” he told the Jedi, dropping his blaster just a bit to take stock of the situation. 

He grinned sharply at the Jedi though, raising his blaster again “Guess we’re about to find out.” he said, taking his aim off of the guards and to the others, firing at wherever might look like a weakness. 

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe had stepped outside not that long ago. He just needed a break from the crowd and pompousness that came with a gathering like this. He had never been good at those kinds of things. Luckily he hadn’t been forced to attend many during the war. 

Sighing, Wolffe rubbed at his face, massaging at the scar that cut through his eye. It ached sometime. Leaning against a railing, he looked around the courtyard, only to have his attention drawn to a familiar Kel Dor that had joined him outside. It made his heart hurt, flashbacks of seeing his General’s ship go down, the stabbing pain in his head as the broken chip in his brain tried to activate. 

As much as he wanted the Kel Dor to be Plo he knew that was impossible. They were dead. And even if they had been brought back, they’d certainly stay as far away from Wolffe and his brothers as they could. No. This was either another Kel Dor that looked like Plo, or the damage to Wolffe’s head was finally causing him to see things. 

@generalbuir

[generalbuir]

Plo had come to this event on the hopes of reconnecting with some of those they had known before their death. Fellow Jedi, Senators, maybe if they were lucky, a trooper or two. They hadn’t spent long in the new temple before leaving for Hapes. It was nice, but it just wasn’t the same as the Coruscant temple.

They had talked to several beings already when they sensed a familiar presence. There was no denying the solid and steady force presence that was their son second in command.

Plo followed the presence out into a large courtyard, chuckling fondly to himself. His Wolffe had never been fond of things like this. They could imagine that they had been coerced into coming.

The overwhelming grief coming from Wolffe nearly had Plo tripping over their feet though. And it had them hurrying their way over to him. “Wolffe…” they said quietly. They didn’t have to ask, they knew what was troubling him so much “I am here and I am alive. Please don’t grieve yourself over something that wasn’t your fault.”

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe swallowed hard against the lump that formed in his throat. Plo. His General. His buir. Because Wolffe wasn’t stupid. He knew that Plo had all but adopted the Wolfpack, knew they had been far more attached to them than their code allowed.

“I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t…I had to watch. And I couldn’t do anything.” Wolffe said quietly, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees. He didn’t even bother trying to hold back his tears.

“It tried to activate. It hurt so bad…and then they were shooting you down and all I could do was watch and try to land without killing myself too.” He rambled.

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe would know the Twilek Jedi in front of him anywhere. This was his vod’s partner. So he didn’t hesitate to walk up to her “General Secura? You’re Bly’s Jedi aren’t you?” He said, saluting to her. They might not be at war anymore, but Wolffe didn’t know any other way.

“Glad to see you’re back. You always made Bly happy.” He said with a snort. That was an understatement, but he hadn’t gotten to talk to his little brother yet, he didn’t know if the two had worked out their feelings for each other.

@spacedglcw

[fearlessenator]

wolffe–pack​   //   commander wolffe.

Wolffe hadn’t expected the Senator to recognize him as a Commander. Let alone remember his name. But it made him relax just a little “I haven’t been back long ma’am. Only a couple weeks.” He told her.

“You uh. Look like you did before everything. Did you come through as well?” He asked curiously. It probs my wasn’t appropriate for him to ask, but he wasn’t exactly used to carrying on conversations anymore.

“it’s good to have you back.” padmé had advocated for the clones so often, tried to make sure that there would be a life for them after the war, but the empire didn’t care. the empire had cared about very little beyond their own conglomeration of power.

a small, polite laugh escaped at his questions. “fortunately. i died two days after sixty-six.” the implication that she was killed was obvious enough from the timing, even if she did not speak to it directly. “i came back at the beginning of all of the rift.”

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe grimaced at the implication. Didn’t surprise him much though. “I’m sorry.” He said gruffly. “I’m glad you came through. Don’t much care for politics but you always seemed good.” He said awkwardly.

“Is…have you seen any other brothers?” Wolffe asked after a moment. He only know Cody and Bly were back. But maybe there were more. Fox, Thire, any of the boys who had been assigned to work in the Senate.

[wolffe--pack]

Once the fighting broke out, Wolffe was quick to arm himself. He didn’t bother looking for his brothers, he knew Bly and Cody could more than handle themselves in a fight. Especially a fight with so many Jedi present. 

Armed with a blaster and a staff he’d taken from one of the downed guards, Wolffe found himself next to a Jedi that he didn’t recognize. “What are these kriffing things?” he growled out, just trying to keep space between himself and whatever these things were. 

@galaxywon (for Luke)

[fearlessenator]

wolffe–pack​   //   commander wolffe.

Wolffe was only at this gods damned gala because Bly had broken out the sad eyes on him. And Wolffe had missed his brothers too much to say no to his batchmate. If it had been up to him, he’d have stayed far away from any sort of gathering of Senators and other important people. 

But here he was, in a fancy outfit that he hated, brooding in a corner. He recognized a few people from before, but he didn’t plan on talking to anyone. Well, he hadn’t planned on talking to anyone. Finding himself standing next to Senator Amidala, he couldn’t exactly be rude by ignoring her. “Senator.” he greeted gruffly. 

after the conversation that she’d had with commander cody, it was a relief to see another clone here, even if she couldn’t imagine that any of them were particularly pleased with such a political event, given how many politics had failed them specifically in the past. it had taken a bit to make her way over to him, greeting him with a smile.

“it’s good to see you, commander wolffe.” she could not recognize every clone, but commanders were easier, and the scar on his face did make him stand out amongst his brothers. “i hadn’t heard from the grapevine that you were back, too.”

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe hadn’t expected the Senator to recognize him as a Commander. Let alone remember his name. But it made him relax just a little “I haven’t been back long ma’am. Only a couple weeks.” He told her.

“You uh. Look like you did before everything. Did you come through as well?” He asked curiously. It probs my wasn’t appropriate for him to ask, but he wasn’t exactly used to carrying on conversations anymore.

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe had stepped outside not that long ago. He just needed a break from the crowd and pompousness that came with a gathering like this. He had never been good at those kinds of things. Luckily he hadn’t been forced to attend many during the war. 

Sighing, Wolffe rubbed at his face, massaging at the scar that cut through his eye. It ached sometime. Leaning against a railing, he looked around the courtyard, only to have his attention drawn to a familiar Kel Dor that had joined him outside. It made his heart hurt, flashbacks of seeing his General’s ship go down, the stabbing pain in his head as the broken chip in his brain tried to activate. 

As much as he wanted the Kel Dor to be Plo he knew that was impossible. They were dead. And even if they had been brought back, they’d certainly stay as far away from Wolffe and his brothers as they could. No. This was either another Kel Dor that looked like Plo, or the damage to Wolffe’s head was finally causing him to see things. 

@generalbuir

[wolffe--pack]

Wolffe was only at this gods damned gala because Bly had broken out the sad eyes on him. And Wolffe had missed his brothers too much to say no to his batchmate. If it had been up to him, he’d have stayed far away from any sort of gathering of Senators and other important people. 

But here he was, in a fancy outfit that he hated, brooding in a corner. He recognized a few people from before, but he didn’t plan on talking to anyone. Well, he hadn’t planned on talking to anyone. Finding himself standing next to Senator Amidala, he couldn’t exactly be rude by ignoring her. “Senator.” he greeted gruffly. 

@fearlessenator

[wolffe--pack]

[TEMUERA MORRISON] // have you met WOLFFE? HE is a 40 year old CIS MALE HUMAN CLONE. they’re originally from KAMINO and now show loyalty to THE UNALIGNED. they are best known for being a/an COMMANDER OF THE GAR, and i hear they’re pretty INTELLIGENT yet also INTROVERTED at times; i hope they survive the clone wars.

The Past

As Commander of the 104th, Wolffe was Plo Koon’s second in command. He was close to his battalion, The Wolfpack, and grew close to his Jedi general as well.

During Order 66, Wolffe’s chip didn’t activate, likely due to damage received when he lost his eye to Ventress. But that just meant he watched as other member’s of the Wolfpack shot Plo down. Even though he hadn’t been involved, Wolffe still blamed himself.

Current

Wolffe woke in what remained of the small base he had set up. Unsure of what had happened, he made sure nothing was left that could trace back to him before he left, taking a comm that he had been using to try and contact any of his brothers in hopes that someone would answer.