Plo's Bros inc.

Risk

The couple of days of leave without Doryn seemed to drag on forever for Wolffe. He'd known her for a little over a week and already couldn't get her off of his mind. When the 104th's ships were patched up and they'd been given another mission, Wolffe was the most eager to get back out there. At least with a goal to actively think about, he'd hopefully distract himself from his thoughts of the General's padawan. Distract himself from the memory of her purring, or how her fur felt against his skin. He wanted to forget how heavenly her hips looked in jeans and how perfect her figure felt in his arms. It'd certainly given him enough to think about in his limited alone time, but it was the daydreaming of her whilst with his brothers that was the problem. He'd been so ready to get annoyed at the fact that his brothers would be smitten that he hadn't accounted for the possibility that he might want her as well. He was a lovesick pup over some cat girl and he just wanted to slap himself out of it. He hoped that Foerost would slap it out of him. He didn't care what the Techno Union was doing or that the objective of the raid was to impose restrictions. He just wanted to go in there and destroy some clankers and stop thinking about Doryn. As he got onto the ship bound for the core world, or rather junkyard, he felt relief. Relief to be getting off of Coruscant. Relief to be able to work through his emotions with a blaster in the place of a healthy method. Despite normally relieving himself of stress from missions by finding a pretty girl to fuck, he was suddenly forced to reverse the process.

Doryn was under the impression that the 104th would be waiting for her intel. Instead, as soon as the council knew she was soon to return, they sent the boys out without her. It was only as her report to the council began that she noticed that her master was not present. She figured that he was preparing the boys because she was so sure she'd be leaving with the others. Then she was told that there would be a delay before she was shipped out and she tried to imagine how annoyed everyone in the hangar would be with the pack howling for longer than they usually would. It was a practice that had shocked Doryn at first but she understood. Even if she didn't remember what it was like to live amongst her own people, it was like there was a proper cathar inside her that told her what she was meant to be and do. Being around so many humans, who as a collective had very few of their natural instincts intact, she'd not known what to do with her nature but to repress it. It'd been something she'd inferred from the teachings she received as a youngling and her previous master had greatly encouraged it, only reinforcing those teachings. It was how she knew she was broken. It was how she knew there was something wrong with her. In her. She was innately evil and her task as a Jedi was to keep it under control. Master Tassu would've told her that not only giving into her nature was a failure but wanting it, wanting to go against the order was as great if not a greater failure. She knew that Master Tassu would've found every action, surrounding her learning that the pack had left without her, a failure. Her taking so long to get the intel that they'd had no choice but to leave without it and without her. Her initial panic at them leaving without her and that she had to wait before her transport would be leaving. Her threatening her escort into departing earlier than scheduled. Everything she did and was could be summed up with the word failure. She'd failed to keep her last master alive and she didn't care how many more failures she made as long as she never made that one again. The nausea and struggle to breath made her believe for a second that she had vomited in her mouth a little and inhaled it. She didn't care, as long as she could stand and fight she would. She would right the wrong she felt.

"Fall back!" The General shouted out to his men. His voice sounded as it normally did when he increased his volume. All of the hallmarks of a shout could be heard through his voice but the modulator on his mask tried to correct the volume, making it sound odd. He stood ahead of his men, deflecting shots to shield them. "How long until reinforcements?" Wolffe shouted back, directing his men back but himself staying next to his general. He knew it would be a while but the reply was shocking in the worst way possible. "Another hour, minimum." Another 10 minutes and they'd be screwed. They already were screwed but hadn't taken too many losses by that point but any minute that could've changed. Wolffe was not ready to have his men decimated like they had been during the incident with the Malevolence. He had no intention of allowing that to happen again. He had no plan outside of keeping his brothers alive, no matter the sacrifice.