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When she'd finally been cleared for field duty by a medic that had merely met a cathar before, she instantly insisted on being on the next ship off-world with her master. It was typical really. Not just of her but of her people. One could argue, of her universal genus category. Though, getting out to the outer rim took quite some time which Master Plo used to drill his padawan in forms 2, 3 and 6. At first with only one lightsaber and then with both before finally reaching her chosen technique. She could feel Wolffe through the ship. He'd occasionally come closer and enter the viewing gallery the training room had. She felt his focus come to her and it was invigorating. Impressing Master Plo was enough encouragement to practise hard, but knowing Wolffe had chosen to go out of his way to watch her, was different. It was like her heart was a hyperdrive and the navicomputer was programmed with his coordinates. She just wanted him to hold and praise her. She knew she couldn't have that though, no matter how much it tempted her.

She left the geranium on the venator as she went to the planet's surface with her master and the clones. Hypori. For some reason she knew the name of the insignificant planet but couldn't quite remember what was so important about it. Again it was an attack on Techno Union activity. This time, a droid factory which they knew was making standard battle droids. Masters Plo and Fisto were on the main factory. Both the devil dogs and the majority of the wolfpack were with them. The rest of the wolves and the cathar were on a mission to take down a secondary hideout intelligence said the Techno Union had. Considering that Hypori came under CIS' jurisdiction, despite having no sentient life, and had a droid factory on it, Doryn hadn't a clue how this intelligence had become known. She was a little skeptical but in the end she had to follow her orders. Orders and intel were how they would win the war, though she kept checking in the force. She kept reaching out for any sign that she should abandon the mission. Despite finding no reason to go back to Master Plo, she continued to check. She had to be sure. She couldn't continue to be a useless failure of a padawan.

Of all his brothers, Wolffe was glad it was Comet, Wildfire, and Sprint that'd come along. He knew he couldn't trust Mortar to not shoot her in the back and Boost would've spent the entire time flirting. Of his brothers, he was pretty sure the group he was with wouldn't make any untoward comments about his obvious soft spot for the cathar. Well, Wildfire might make one but he'd been sure before to make it less conspicuous than Wolffe managed to make his feelings. Though, he was certain that the assumption was that he was just concerned as she was the General's padawan and she was often Wolffe's responsibility in the General's absence. He was sure nobody knew that he wanted to follow her even to the edges of the known galaxy. Maybe even beyond that. Such poetic sentiments were completely foreign to Wolffe, so he had no idea how to define his urge to stay with and protect her under any and all circumstances. His urges felt stupid considering the woman they told him to protect was so much stronger than him. Still, he felt them.

A day of travelling over rocky terrain had lead to Doryn learning more about the clones with her. As much as Master Plo encouraged her to get to know them even more, she couldn't help but regret some of the things she'd learnt that day. The distraction of small distant oceans hadn't been quite enough to save her ears. Wildfire and Comet grilled Sprint on him using his left hand to wipe. It took Doryn telling them that they should really be using paper and Wolffe's subsequent guffaw to make them shut up. The worst bit of that conversation was overhearing that Boost didn't wipe. Never. It was truly horrific and Doryn had to make herself focus on the smell of the dirt and ocean so as to not visibly gag. Though, it made the ghastly smell that usually radiated from him make sense. There's only so much that sweat can stink and he always smelt much worse than his brothers, even when they'd all been equally deprived of essential hygiene equipment.

As the sun, apparently also called Hypori, went down, the temperature followed suit. With nothing around them but rocks and barren soil, there wasn't really anything to trap the day's warmth but their bodies. Wolffe wondered how much warmer Ryn's fur kept her. Her fur on the surface was somewhat cool against his skin when he'd held her before but actions that split the beautiful golden ocean of hair let him learn that the skin underneath it was warm. Having made off at first light, the night coming meant that they'd been travelling a long time. When flying in Wolffe guessed that a rotation was probably a little over a standard day. The planet was somewhere between the sizes of Coruscant and Kamino. He was pretty sure that a rotation on Coruscant was about the same as a standard day. He knew that Kamino's rotations were more than a standard day from the disconnect of the rise and fall of the sun, and the sleep schedule the cadets were made to keep. Especially when the first years of his training had been based on Kamino's rotation time. Not that he noticed a difference with the amount of sunlight. The storms had blocked it so often in those early years that the only real change was getting to sleep sooner.