Plo's Bros inc.

Investigaton

After Aleen, Master Gallia had come to pick up Skywalker's droids. Her timing was as close to perfect as you could get, her Venator meeting the Triumphant as she headed to the hyperspace lane back to Coruscant. Coruscant, somewhere the wolfpack and their Jedi would soon be returning, after their investigation.

The Triumphant (II) and the new unnamed Venator, now together, could make the short journey over to the next system over, the Bright Jewel system. Plo stayed on the Triumphant whilst Doryn and Wolffe stayed on the unnamed Venator. It would be their last chance to be so openly together through a ship's corridors. It wasn't like they did anything that particularly needed secrecy in open areas. It was mostly holding hands. Though they were a lot more open about being in each other's quarters and enjoying the exploration of one another's bodies.

When they'd arrived, a transport took Wolffe, Doryn and their effects over to the Triumphant, though they each left their stuff in a corner on the bridge, needing to be briefed by Master Plo. Though, it was surprising what the mission was. It seemed more like the assignments Jedi were given before the war. Republic shipments of unrefined spice had been stolen by pirates and for some reason they thought that one of them would be on this planet, trying to sell off some of the shipment after somehow refining it. Doryn couldn't work it out. Her master had called it the Heart of the Bright Jewel. It looked like a sapphire with many imperfections that only added to its charm. Why would pirates and spice be welcome on such a well to do planet? Why did they need the whole battalion and an extra Venator? None of it made sense, and Doryn feared that soon it would make total sense in the worst way.

Her and Wolffe made their way to their rooms, parting at the turbolift on their level. With a title like Heart of the Bright Jewel, she'd certainly be putting on a dress similar to the dress a planet's heir had given her once. Though, what she found laid out on her bed were clothes like she'd worn to the lower levels of Coruscant. Actually, that was the same poor excuse of a top. She closed her eyes, taking a slow breath in and out, hoping that when she looked again it would be a pretty outfit. No, again it was something that showed more fur than it covered. Reluctantly, she put on the tube top, the tight-fitting trousers and the utility belt that looked like it could be a bounty hunter's before going back to the bridge.

Wolffe was already there in a thick leather jacket and a belt with a similar air to her own. It was probably happabore leather with the thickness, though Doryn wasn't sure whether they were far enough from the core for it to seem normal. As Wolffe looked her up and down, she could hear his breathing subtly change. He looked at her for a second too long before again looking to the Jedi Master across the holotable. Though the Jedi Master moved from his spot right after Wolffe looked to him. "Let me fix your braid." He approached her and she reflexively took a step back while protectively cupping her Padawan braid in her hands. "My braid is fine." She snapped at him, annoyance masking her confusion. To her, and most other Padawans outside of their first week as a Padawan, that offer was an insult. How could it not be? Having such a basic skill questioned would upset anyone. Maybe it wouldn't upset her if she was a better Jedi. "It needs to be hidden. Nobody can know you are Jedi." He calmly clarified. He continued to approach and a part of her wanted to continue the insolence, including a few warning gnashes and a snarl or two. The closest thing she did to protesting was let out a sigh as she turned so that the root of her braid was closest to him. She shivered, his long talon tickling her as it passed through her fur and collected her braid.

To Wolffe, the logical next step was to undo it and then leave the beads and bands on the ship. Though, he was sure she'd never had them out longer than it took to wash and re-braid the hair. Maybe it was the same as him with his blacks. He was wearing a whole outfit yet still had them on underneath. Strange little habits born out of what he was and, he supposed, what she was. The General used small pieces of metal to hold the braid to her scalp at the base of her skull. This was magic he'd seen once or twice from human girls he'd fucked, but the Kel Dor didn't have hair. "Sir, how do you know to do that?" He didn't bother to leave the shocked amazement out of his voice. The Jedi could feel it anyway, so he wasn't kidding anyone.