Commander Tano Meets Commanders

Wolffe

This collection of one-shots was inspired by GettingTraught's 'Clones and Their Commander'. You can find their work on Fanfiction.net

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Commander Wolffe, after 'Rising Malevolence'

Sometimes, we can only save the survivors.

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"General Koon's faring best." Kix told Ahsoka, his soft voice echoing through the quiet medbay, "Followed by Sinker and Boost." They walked further into triage and Ahsoka observed the men inside, all neatly tucked into their beds with thick blankets.

The medbay was calm, much calmer than usual. No blood stained the floor, nobody was screaming in pain and none of the medics had reached the caf-dependent stage of exhaustion. Torrent's casualties were minimal, so the only permanent patients were the Wolfpack survivors and Master Plo who was sat up in his bed, reading a datapad.

He waved at Ahsoka, earning a shy smile in return. She was glad that her oldest friend was on the mend, but he wasn't the reason she paid a visit to the medbay.

The clone medic halted and the Padawan followed his gaze to the furthest bed that was tucked in the corner, "What about Wolffe?"

He seemed to be sleeping peacefully like the others, but Ahsoka had come to the medbay after feeling his intense, negative emotions in the Force- so strong that it made her nauseous.

Kix pursed his lips, "There's no cure for nightmares, Commander."

He didn't say anything else before Ahsoka was gravitating forwards. Wolffe's nightmares were what called her to the medbay. Dark, twisting images of the Malevolence sending Master Plo's fleet into a complete shutdown. The clone bodies floating in space, sucked out of their pods. The impending sense of doom.

"You got something to say, kid?" He asked suddenly, making her jump. "Or are you just going to stand there?" She didn't even realise she had made it to his bedside.

Words failed her. Wolffe had never introduced himself to her, despite their frequent encounters, and Ahsoka always felt like squirming under his harsh glare. Even with his eyes closed, Wolffe was scowling.

"H-How are you?" She found herself asking, leaning against the railing of his bed. Nobody had ever told her that the beds could move, and Wolffe jerked his eyes open when the bed scrapped across the floor, "Sorry!"

As she pulled the bed back into position, Ahsoka didn't miss the way Wolffe's eyes went wide and the heart monitor sped up. Awkwardness filled her, leaving her speechless. Master Skywalker once told her that clones have nerves of steel, so Wolffe's panic was... unsettling.

"I'm fine." He said eventually, breaking the silence, "Medic said I was affected more because I wasn't wearing armour."

"Well, you'll be alright now, and so will the rest of your men." She tried to reassure him, "Kix's the best of the best."

"Hm." He replied, scowling again, leading them into another painfully awkward silence.

Sure, Anakin could be difficult to converse with sometimes, but Ahsoka could easily walk away from her Master to find another source of entertainment. Now, she would've looked like a terrible person if she walked away. Besides, she wasn't talking to Wolffe to entertain herself, she was trying to help him.

"The first time I fought Ventress, I thought I was going to die." He glared at her with a raised eyebrow, causing her to stutter, "So, d-don't feel ashamed."

"Ashamed of what?" He spat, looking down at his feet. "Clones aren't afraid of death."

"Says who?" She asked, angry that he felt the need to act so unaffected even after nearly being vacuumed out of an escape pod. His only response was to cast her a nasty look.