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Jocasta Nu was well respected within the order. She did not sit on the Jedi high council nor did she have some grand achievement as a war general. The grey haired human woman, with her ornate robes, was only ever in the archives or her personal chambers. She was the type of person that just belonged amongst items of such awe. Essentially a curator of the vast knowledge stored by the the Jedi. Every youngling learnt quickly that, despite her not wielding a lightsaber, she was among the most respected Jedi.

Even with all of this respect and her station performing a sacred duty, Jocasta Nu was often the person that had to babysit unruly padawans. It was bad enough having to care for groups of padawans that would get distracted from study. The quiet padawans were always welcome, but the same was not true for the troublemakers.

Supposedly Master Plo had decided to banish Doryn to the archives before her little outburst, though she had difficulty believing this. Wolffe had stormed out and Master Plo simply sighed, "Padawan." It'd somehow been both the most and least awkward conversation that could've arisen from the situation. Though, it wasn't out of them being Jedi. Masturbation was recognised as something necessary for many people. The issue was that it'd been said in front of the closest thing she'd ever have to a parent. At least Master Plo hadn't been the one stuck on a ship with her when her first oestrous cycle had been triggered by seemingly nothing. Though, she considered herself lucky that cathar have to have their cycle induced by an external source.

Now she was assigned as Master Nu's assistant. She supposedly needed to cool down a bit and time in the archives would achieve that. Though, she did have to thank the force for one thing. The wolfpack would be stationed on Coruscant as reserve for the annual opening of the senate. Though it seemed somewhat silly as the senate was suspended from taking their annual recess since before Doryn could remember. Still, it meant the pack was home and her master wouldn't be going anywhere without her.

Doryn had obviously spent a reasonable amount of time in the archives. Even after finishing her official temple studies at 16, she'd spend some days scouring the archives for some obscure piece of information. From the minutia of cathar biology to long forgotten instructional holos of makashi and really any of the 7 forms and their sub-types. Though she hadn't expected to be stuck in there daily for two and a half weeks. Apart from setting the droids on their duties and helping the occasional master carry a few holos, Doryn had very little to actually do. Training in the archives was strictly forbidden and she didn't want to be reminded further of the negative aspects of her biology.

The first day had been mainly spent pacing around and looking for ways to make herself useful. She truly was a caged animal. The second day was much of the same until she started reading holos at random. She'd since learnt that mirialans were originally an isolated human population and about other 'non-humans' that were for all intents and purposes human. Beige humans having a long history of denying green and blue humans equal rights made the idea of having true equality among species seem truly impossible. By the end of the first week she had dug up old records and found that the species employment equality act that she'd been beaten over had never been passed.

It'd been the second day of his padawan being in the archives that Plo Koon had been required to do planning for a Skywalker and Kenobi mission to save Master Piell and his men. They were on Lola Sayu, a world in the outer rim that held beauty from afar but horrors on its surface. In the Citadel, they were surely torturing the Jedi and any of the surviving men. There was a high chance that the majority of the brave clones that stood by him had been killed. Every day a clone died. Every day of the war. The force cried. Plo could feel it. 

There was a chance that none of them would come back from Lola Sayu. Still, sacrifice would win the war. It had to. Every person that died in this war died for what they believed in and that would have to be enough. 

The holos were collected from the archives on his behalf to avoid distracting his padawan in her learning experience. 

On the tenth of the twelve days that Ryn was assigned to the archives, the request for evacuation was received by the Jedi council. It wasn't a particularly long journey. Just pass a few stops on the Perelmian trade route before getting on the Salin corridor after hitting the outer rim. In the hour he had before having to leave, Plo had to go to his padawan. She deserved to know he would be leaving, especially if something went wrong and he didn't return.

That was how he'd ended up with his padawan insisting that two days in the archives wouldn't make much difference but she could make a lot of difference if he let her join. He'd done the opposite with Ahsoka. He'd encouraged Skywalker's padawan to go on a mission she was not meant to be part of but he discouraged his own padawan. Though, he knew it was the right thing for Soka. It was different for Ryn. She could become a liability at any moment. 

It saddened Plo to see his padawan so desperately plead to go with him. He didn't understand it until she said what she'd really meant the whole time. "The last time I didn't go with my master, he nevercame home." If cathar could cry like humans did, Plo was sure she would be in that moment. His experience with Bultar had taught him a lot about humans such as the act of crying. Though Doryn was just as obvious as his former human padawan. Her ears pointed down and out, and her pupils were large like she was looking for danger. His padawan was scared that he'd never come back. Even when he thought that he'd been doing a good job of helping her, he realised that he had so much more progress to make before she could truly stand again.

Doryn knew that admitting her fear would do nothing to influence Master Plo, but she had to be honest. When she first became a padawan she'd lied to her master when it came to fear. She feared that she was broken and she'd lied. She said she felt no fear and trusted the force. She'd lied and he'd died and she couldn't ever tell him the truth now. Master Plo had to know what she'd never told Master Tassu.

It ought to've been obvious, but it was a shock when she found out that the wolfpack had gone with Master Plo. Wolffe and the boys were gone and just as in danger as her master. She spent the entirety of the next three days feeling sick and scared. She needed them to come home.