Plo's Bros inc.

Plo Koon

Doryn walked solemnly through the debris of cut down droids. There were some residual sparks from the broken droids and one's broken vocabulator still had power as it malfunctioned with the broken CPU's garbled instructions. As she passed it, she took her lightsaber and sliced through the final part of the droid clinging onto life. No, onto its programmed function. She had fulfilled her objective of giving the ship a window to safely land and taking out the few droids that had been around during the only opportunity there had been to bring in reinforcements. Her lightsabers were powered down now and attached to her belt. The bottoms swung gently as she moved through the field toward her new master and his clones. She remembered the distinct way his Kel Dorian voice resonated in the air. He sounded so pleased to see her. Something she wasn't used to. "Young Ryn, how good it is to see you. I see Master Yoda has sent you earlier than agreed." He took some steps toward her and put a hand on her shoulder.

He still remembered the child she had been, so loud and connected deeply to the Force. He hadn't witnessed her transition into the unfeeling being that struggled to connect to her nature. Though, he had seen the beginning's of it when he'd taken on Bultar as his padawan. Maybe it had been hope rather than knowledge that had told him that Master Yaddle's teachings would open her to her nature.

She bowed her head slightly. "Master Plo, I hope that the gunship hasn't sustained too much damage." She didn't want to do the pleasantries she used to every time they saw each other. She didn't want him to be able to look into her soul and see how hollow it was and had been since the death of her previous master. She didn't want him to know her anger was all that remained. "You did well, my padawan." He guided her with the hand on her shoulder which he retreated once they were walking side by side to the clone troopers. "I see you have learnt to wield Master Tassu's saber along with your own." He remembered the tiny ball of fur she had been as a youngling and her fascination with makashi. He had never expected for her to combine that form and Nicanas' in such a way. Plo Koon always listened with relief every time his friend spoke so highly of Doryn. Knowing his friend saw in the youngling the same as what he had. "I am hoping to improve on my technique, as to be an asset on the field."

Plo Koon's chuckle sounded like a major chord being played on an organ. It caused Wolffe to turn his head as his general approached with an almost humanoid woman covered in golden fur. He had been around mostly humans, so found her feline features striking and beautiful in their individuality. "Master Tassu certainly made a point to teach you modesty." Wolffe respected Plo more than he respected even the best of his own brothers. Part of his respect was from the General understanding his own value in battle and the value of every piece on the field. An overly modest girl would be annoying enough on her own. Her being pretty and a young adult would make it even worse. He would have to put up with not only a Jedi's modesty but his squad tripping over each other to compliment her. He could only imagine that the attention would make her as cocky as Skywalker. "This is my commander, Wolffe. Wolffe, this is my padawan Doryn." He gestured between the two as he introduced them. Wolffe was surprised when the padawan took a step forward and stuck her hand out. He hadn't expected it to be covered in fur but when he thought about it also wouldn't expect it to be hairless. He was thankful that he couldn't feel the texture of her fur through his glove as he shook her hand. She said some sort of a greeting but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He was just bracing himself for the attempts of his pack and the painful cringe that their failure would cause. "Ryn, Wolffe will introduce you to the others." Plo seemed to take pleasure from assigning him tasks that he'd obviously hate. He knew that the Jedi master could feel the anger roll off of him and was sure that it was just a Kel Dor delicacy. "Uh, sir..." Wolffe knew that he was too late. It was always too late when Plo had already decided which could happen days in advance of what seemed to be minor decisions. Although it would be annoying to see them all swoon over a girl they knew nothing about, it would've been more annoying to deal with a bunch of new pups. At least he could openly laugh at the men central to his pack.

Doryn followed the scarred clone to his brothers. She'd seen clones without their helmets in passing but her only direct interactions had been with helmeted clones. His hair was the standard short sides with a little more length up top and the undyed black that all clones naturally had. He had intricate designs on his shoulders which were the only thing she could concentrate on. She hadn't realised that clones took so much pride in their armour and the intricate paint jobs. She committed every detail of the pattern to memory. Among Jedi, there was very little done to purposely stand out as an individual. The clones, who didn't have the differences to overcome like the Jedi, seemed to welcome deviation. Though the Commander didn't make the same deviations with his hair as many clones did. He seemed to have many deep and complex emotions. She hadn't been around many people that had allowed themselves to feel so deeply. Even the senators and would-be-assassins all had one thing ruling them at a time. Even the clones they approached had one thing ruling them. They were much like younglings during one of their first off-world outings. She was unsure of what had warped the leader to be the way he was when it wasn't the norm from what she'd observed by that point. She didn't dwell on it. Even if she'd tried to, the actions of the clones were much too interesting to not put her whole attention into. She hadn't even seen younglings squabble so childishly.

"How are we meant to be the wolfpack if we've got a cat-girl?"

"Comet, that's not how you get a woman."

"Like you're one to speak."

"At least neither of you tried to pick up a girl with the line-"

"You were too drunk to remember that!"

"-You ever wanted to ride an alpha wolf?"

The laughter was truly like feral noises from male pack animals. She could feel Wolffe rolling his eyes. It was a testament to how much they misbehaved that even a stranger could feel his reflexive movement to their mouths generally being open.

She wasn't expecting them to stop and listen when she spoke. She was half expecting to not be noticed and to just be saying it for her own sanity. "How am I ruining the wolfpack when I'm the only one here with fur?" She assumed the small snort from the Commander was the biggest compliment from the obvious hierarchy that existed amongst them. She realised her mistake when one took offence. Humans, being known to not have fur, had unusual pride in fur like hair. Another made a joke that Wolffe had plenty of fur to be a wolf. She assumed that this was how he had gained his name. She could feel the pride fill his chest and stay even with his following exhale.

These clones were exactly as she imagined her people had been. She knew that she'd had older siblings, even if it was only their silhouettes that she remembered. She was meant to be surrounded by pride and those that took their loyalty to the level of it almost being a fault. Master Tassu would've told her that it was the Force's will for her to be among those with the nature of her people. She put her hope into the Force and that this was what was meant to happen. Though, she could almost hear Master Tassu tell her that it was a test. That it would be proof she wouldn't fall to attachment and the Sith.