Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Part 5

A/N - Sorry for the long wait. 

"What's got your blaster in a twist?" commented Fox, his words directed to Wolffe across the booth from him. The gathering at 79's was supposed to offer time to unwind and relax away from the responsibilities so many have thrust upon their shoulders. Yet still Wolffe had been distracted more than normal, so much so the commander of the 104th had zoned out several times, each time a blank look had appeared across his scarred face as he stared aimlessly off into space.

Fox's words only served to draw attention to Wolffe. Those in the booth with them seemingly forgot their previous conversation and laughter, only to become curious about Wolffe and where his mind had wandered off to. Perhaps it was another flashback haunting him again, or maybe one of the many patrons of the club had gained his attention.

"Huh?" replied Wolffe, his mind allowing him to return to the present, only to be greeted with expressions of concern and curiosity. Rex and Gregor, on either side of him, had a mixture of both, while Fox seemed to be trying to hold back in amusement despite the smile that betrayed him. Thorn and Howzer appeared far more curious than anything as if they silently questioned what had gotten to Wolffe. After all, it wasn't every day the battle-tested commander got distracted. Cody seemed concerned but knew eventually Wolffe would open up. After all, Wolffe wasn't the type to keep quiet when something bothered him.

"Oh, I get it," chuckled Fox, recalling the recent rants the Commander of the 104th had put him through. All of them centered around the Night Sister, who had risked her life to save his. "She's really got under your skin hasn't she," added the Marshall Commander, recalling the few times Wolffe had allowed the nickname he'd bestowed her with to slip through. "(Y/N) Black."

"The Night Sister?" questioned Cody, raising an eyebrow as he displayed his curiosity and shock. Wolffe hadn't been quiet when it came to his almost hatred of the Night Sister clans, especially Ventress. So it had come as a shock to learn the battle-tested Commander would become so distracted by another, all be it one far kinder.

"Aye, she's not so bad. Kept us Commandoes on our toes as of late. The new ones seemed to like her," commented Gregor, a ring of laughter following his words. Her reputation of disregarding orders had proceeded her, as had her care for those under her command. Whereas the Commandoes had opted to ignore the Jedi Council and Senate before, they seemed more than happy to fall into line when it came to (Y/N). Maybe it was her effort to know them each as individuals that had done it, or perhaps her history with Jango Fett, the man who'd personally trained the majority of Commandoes.

"For what it's worth, Wolffie, I hear she gets under the skin of others too," voiced Howzer, recalling hearing Windu complain about her before. Wolffe's only response was to growl, more than likely over the take on his name. Howzer responded by holding up his hands as if to surrender at least before reaching to grab his neon-colored drink from the sticky booth table.

"General Skywalker talks about her rather fondly; he mentioned the battle droids reminded him of her the other day," spoke Rex, a chuckle escaping him as he remembered the comment and his subsequent confusion. Ahsoka had prodded her master to explain mere seconds later. To which Anakin had responded the sassiness of the B1 battle droids reminded him of (Y/N) growing up.

"That's an odd comparison," began Thorn, his brows sowing together as he tried to imagine what the Jedi Knight was like. There were so many Jedi coming and going it was difficult to tell them apart sometimes—especially the masters who all seemed to blend together with the emotionless beliefs and often lack of compassion for those outside the order. "But also one that sparks so much interest. Please do tell us more," he added, reaching for his own blueberry drink and sipping it as he waited for more detail.