Cuyan~ (OC x Clone wars)

Reconciliation and Rescue

Wolffe:

I was sitting at my desk, trying to do paperwork.

Trying and failing, because I couldn't really think.

Not about paperwork, anyway. 

General Plo was still really kriffing upset and angry at himself, which hurt me and the rest of the Wolfpack because he had essentially adopted them all. I'd be mad at Ellor if she didn't have a perfectly fine reason.

I had gone over the events of yesterday in my head so many times already, trying to figure out what I could do to help them. 

The Zillo beast had escaped. Me and mine had tried to chase it down, but our bullets were having no effect. I'd been following it, the wolfish instincts that had earned me my name letting me keep my footing and avoid falling debris.

Until the ledge I'd been running collapsed. As I plummeted to my death, all I could think was, For the Republic.

But Ellor had swooped in and saved me, dismissing my thanks with a simple "no problem" before asking me to take control of the speeder while she saves people. I drove her around the Zillo beast as she levitated the people to the ground or into buildings, occasionally catching debris that was about to fall on people. 

Then she had asked me to take her to the Senate building. That was where the beast had been heading, and she knew it. She told me she was going to try to connect with it. More Jedi magic stuff.

She stuck out a hand towards it and concentrated. 

After a minute it had seemed to calm down and was right in front of us. I  eyed it distrustfully, but it was ignoring me. It took a step closer, and I had had to fight the urge to back up or reach for my blaster. But Ellor opened her eyes and continued to communicate with it. It lowered its head down to our level. Ellor jumped out of the speeder, barely acknowledging my cry for caution. That thing was dangerous, even if she had tamed it.

She actually put her hand on its head, and it didn't bite her face off. I was very impressed and a little bit scared for her. I imagine that's the emotions she tries to inspire in people, fear and awe. She was good at balancing it. She said something to the Zillo.

Then she was being lifted into the air. 

I gave a shout, but stopped when I saw it was Generals Plo and Kenobi. Ellor and the Zillo Beast snarled in unison. The Zillo beast had actually cared, had actually wanted to protect her. I had been marveling over that when a small droid swooped in, spraying a lime gas in the Zillo's face. I hadn't reacted quickly enough, hadn't expected them to try to kill it now when it was dormant.

And then my speeder was yanked a safe distance away, Ellor saving my life for the second time today.

And then the Zillo died.

I could not sense its passing, but I saw it go limp, saw it stagger forward, rage burning in its eyes.

Ellor had jumped down from the gunship where the Generals had pulled her in. Rage was burning in her eyes as well as she walked over to it.

The Generals walked over to try to comfort her, but she had flung out her hand, sending them staggering back. 

She fell to her knees. I couldn't see her face, but I went over to her, not bothering to brace myself. I knew that while she may push me away, she wouldn't hurt me.

She let me approach and spoke. Her words are burned in my brain. I can't forget what she said to me, the pain and grief and anger and the smallest amount of fear in them.