The Tales of Clan Danakar

Ch 11: Gaanynir

Here's a nice little chapter from Master Plo Koon's perspective!
Mando'a:
gaanynir=to punch

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~Plo Koon's P.O.V.~

I sit next to my new padawan at the deployment compound on Coruscant. We are waiting for our troops to arrive and while we wait, we meditate. She needs the practice. She still struggles with the first level.

Empty Meditation, the process of silencing one's mind to find inner peace. This is how our troops find us, kneeling on the floor across from each other, still and silent. A quick thought to her through the Force and I end our meditation session. "Sorry to keep you waiting." I tell them.

"Not a problem sir." One replies. I stand and she all but glides to her feet with how smooth her ascent is. If she weren't Force-sensitive, I'd be willing to bet she'd be a dancer. She has the grace and charisma for it. I give a small bow of my head to the troops "I am Master Plo Koon."

She steps forward with a small bow of her own "Padawan learner, Regina Danakar." The one who'd spoken earlier nods. "Good to meet you General, Commander. I am CC-3636, Commander Wolffe. If you have any questions regarding the 104th Battalion, you need only ask."

I nod. "Thank you, Wolffe. We will surely do so. For now though, I think it best we report to the cruiser." He nods "Of course sir." On the way up to the cruiser, I can sense my padawan's hesitation and excitement mix together in her mind.

I chuckle, lowering my voice to whisper to her. "Calm yourself Regina. I am certain Commander Wolffe doesn't bite." She giggles. "I do not doubt that, master." "Then what troubles you?" I give her a minute to think about it. Sometimes she doesn't actually know what's bothering her.

"I want to greet them, master, but I worry they will hate me." I can't help but chuckle. "You know there is only one way to find out." She gives me a small nod. I can't help but smile. This girl who everyone thinks is so confident and fearless, has always been afraid of rejection.

It's not hard to see when you are looking at her emotions. That is why I took her as my padawan. She is not the best saber duelist, she struggles with meditation, she can't always control herself, and she is better at the infamous mind trick than she ought to be at her age.

However, she has always loved people, differences in appearances never faze her, she's one of the best martial artists in the temple, she knows the names, faces, and voting records of every senator, and she never gets mad when her brother beats her in lightsaber combat.

She is an amazing person and I only want to see her reach the point where everyone can see that. She is very attuned with the flow of the Force, always making her aware of shifts in the light and dark, and always knowing when a Force-sensitive is nearby.

She will make an excellent recruiter one day. But for now, I need her to get over her fear of being rejected by these troopers. We all board the cruiser and head to the bridge. Once our course is set, I send Regina a 'get a move on' look.

It will take us some time to reach our destination, so she has plenty of time to greet the clones. I watch as she goes up to Commander Wolffe and, after a brief exchange, punches him in the arm. As I thought, it hurts him and Regina is left to walk away, disappointed.

A few days pass as we search for a new Separatist weapon that's been destroying fleets, leaving no survivors. It is a slow process since, with no survivors, we're always tracking it based on where it's been. Regina has punched a few other clones, and punched Wolffe at least 7 times.

No one's punched her back so far. "Koh-to-yah, Master Plo!" I smile "Koh-to-yah, Regina." I greet her as she passes me on her way to the mess. The clones are...anxious around her. Perhaps it is time I have a talk with Commander Wolffe.