Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Part 7

A/N - I apologize for the wait. I had to take some time away to deal with personal issues. Side note: this chapter hasn't been proofread 

(Y/N) hid in the shadowiest corner of the seedy club she could find. No bright lights shone on her, the music dull, although it still made the sticky floor beneath her feet vibrate with the beat. Those she was charged with keeping watch over hadn't noticed her yet, or at least hadn't made it clear they had. Not that she paid much attention to them. For a while now, she'd been leaning against the blood-stained wall, staring at her communicator, the message from Fox on repeat, as she tried to understand why Commander Wolffe, of all people, was being sent to aid her.

Despite (Y/N)'s best efforts to recall, she hadn't remembered requesting backup; after all, the most dangerous thing about the servalence was the threat of boredom. She needed no aid nor supplies; there was no reason she could think of for an unprompted visit from the battleworn commander. Even more so when he'd made it clear she wasn't his favorite person, further driven home by his often growled words and avoidance of her.

A few minutes longer (Y/N) pulled herself from the whirlwind of thoughts and questions and forced herself to face the task laid before her. As she suspected, Boba Fett still minded his own business at one of the booths, building his own little ring of bounty hunters, including Embo, Bosk, and Dengar. Cad Bane had come and gone with cleverly worded insults; subtly, he let her know he was aware of her presence. Tipping his cowboy hat to her in a small sign of respect. However, the Duros bounty hunter never spoke or hinted to anyone else that she was there.

Aurra Sing was the biggest threat, the woman many described as having a heart of ice—or at least those who assumed she had a heart said that. (Y/N) On the other hand, she knew better. Aurra was not to be underestimated. She was dangerous and cold and wouldn't think twice before eliminating anyone and anything she perceived as an enemy. The ultimate price would be paid for those who dared get in the way of a job or mess with her.

"You're difficult to find," came the rough voice of Wolffe, suspicion alight in his eyes as he scanned the area around him. A half smirk appeared across his lips mere seconds after realizing he'd startled the Jedi before him.

"It happens when I don't want to be found," replied (Y/N), her voice quiet compared to the loud music; shortly after, her eyes once again found the group she'd been watching. Still, they didn't seem to be doing anything suspicious. There was no loud bragging; even Aurra was quiet. Only a few drunken arguments occurred over a game and minor disagreements about a job they had in mind to accept. "How may I be at service, Commander?" she questioned, ensuring her weapon was still concealed. The last thing she needed was for things to turn ugly. Her weapon was by far the biggest giveaway of her Jedi status.

Wordlessly, Wolffe grabbed onto (Y/N)'s arm with a firm but gentle grip. His grip was strong enough to prevent her from getting away from him but not enough to cause her pain or injury. Only then did (Y/N) genuinely take notice of him. He no longer wore his iconic white and grey armor, nor did he carry his modified helmet as he'd previously done. Instead, he was clad in red and white armor synonymous with the Coruscant Guard.

"Don't make me arrest you," whispered Wolffe, his voice gruff as always but not the growls he often delivered his words in. He tapped the binders on his belt as if to suggest he was playing a role like her.

"Arrest me! For what, being bored?" quickly responded (Y/N), her words filled with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. The spoken words managed to pull a rare huffed chuckle from the battle-worn commander. Nonetheless, he continued to pull her from the seedy club, ignoring the looks of interest and boredom from the patrons scattered around.

"Boredom is easy to cure," slyly replied Wolffe, a smirk appearing across his lips now. (Y/N) the response was simple enough, a small oh, dripping with curiosity. "Your subtlety, on the other hand ..." he added as if imagining ways to work on the Jedi disobedience.