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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Discovery

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rating: K/T

Pairing: Kit/Plo (implied)

Summery: A new discovery leads Wolffe to have a bone to pick with an amphibian

AO3

There are scar marks on the General’s shoulder that weren’t there before.

Wolffe’s not sure why he knows that they weren’t there the last time he saw his General without his tunic on, but he knows it. He knows it as he watches the Kel Dor practically slam Fives into the grass.

Stop.

Rewind.

First of all, it was rare enough to get downtime on a peaceful planet, rather than on Coruscant. But it was even rarer to get downtime when another battalion was there.

It had been General Skywalker who suggested it, as a joke to ‘soka. Commander Tano. Ahsoka. Whatever Wolffe was supposed to call her because of the GAR.

She then passed it on through the 501st. And then somehow Boost and Sinker caught wind of it and wanted the 104th to join in too.

Nothing pressing, no, just some... friendly spars. Some exhibition matches, or something of the like. General Monn had taken one look at the Clones, then to his own hands— paws?— before claiming he was going to go sleep off to the side in the sun. Said he didn’t want to accidentally cut someone with his claws and Wolffe didn’t really blame him. He had seen what those things could do to metal with enough power behind his swipes.

The matches had started well before Plo returned from making a Very Important Call Back To The Temple— in other words, calling Fisto. Probably. There was a chance he was talking to General Fae Koon or Commander Lissarkh or General Swan or Commander Sha Koon or a whole host of others, but it was more likely that he was talking to his Riduur instead.

But nonetheless, once he had returned the matches had been in full swing.

Wolffe had won a few against the others from the 501st and 104th. He had also tied with Rex twice, beaten him three more times, and lost once to him, lost to Commander Tano once (she was slippery and she bit him, but that was fair game apparently), and beat both Boost and Sinker one-on-two twice in the meanwhile. Ghost was unimpressed by the going-ons and was keeping score and the betting pool totals with Data— who was still banned from open-mat after he shattered Nox’s nose once. Cable and Comet were also sitting with them joined with Tup and another 501st who he didn’t recognize— a shiny, Wolffe was pretty sure. He hadn’t caught his name.

Plo had simply raised a brow but nodded to him before he moved to sit down in the grass by Monn (who was face down in the grass, asleep) and ended up sitting out of the matches as he watched. He was more amused than anything, and talking to those who wished to talk to him... before Skywalker had the great idea to challenge him.

Being the responsible adult, Plo had declined the first few times. But he eventually took Skywalker up on the offer, which had started a round of cheers from both battalions and more betting had begun. Ahsoka seemed particularly smug when Plo dropped his talon guards into her hands, the metal clinking as he walked into the circle of vod.

Skywalker had been flat on his back within moments.

( Ghost had smugly told him that he had gotten three months of cleaning duty foisted off onto Echo and Fives for betting against their General. )

So that had started all of the 501st on this weird sort of pride-based challenge and Wolffe was getting kind of worried. The 501st had a lot of men, and each and every one of them wanted to challenge Plo.

Rex had gotten the closest in actually downing the Kel Dor (of course, making swipes for his mask was an illegal move and would get the offender’s ass kicked by all six hundred or so of the 104th), but still, Plo was a tricky opponent. He was strong, nimble, and, despite his position as a Jedi, he seemed to know unarmed combat just as well as the rest of them.

And somewhere along the lines, Skywalker had challenged him again and they had both decided to get serious— or at least Skywalker had. Plo had simply chuckled but agreed and practically removed all of his robes, but his leggings and boots. Skywalker had already stripped out of his robes and down to his leggings as well, so it was hardly out of place but it had still been startling.

Plo Koon was not a man who showed off a lot of skin to people—because that was Fisto’s stick— and, although Wolffe had seen them before, he had startled with the rest of the Vod once he saw the ritualistic scarring of the Baran Do across the General’s body— The lines and curves, the script and runes that marked his place among the Sages of Dorin.

For the most part, though, the General was built like a very tall human. Slim, but muscular, the only difference was that was visible were Plo’s ribs that one just could see pressing against his skin, which was thicker than most other sentients.

Kel Dor had twenty-eight vertebrae that were thicker and longer than the human thirty-three, but unlike Humans, Kel Dor had ribs that went all the way from sternum to pelvis. But Wolffe knew better. Kel Dor were just as flexible as any other species.

Still, the scarring had caught a number of the Vod off guard, even Ahsoka and Skywalker had been startled when they saw it.

(Ghost hadn’t been. Ghost had seen Plo in more vulnerable states, bleeding out, choking on air— it was almost impressive how calm the 104th’s head medic could be.)

But the shock hadn’t lasted long, because Skywalker was rearing for a fight. And it was a fight they got. This wasn’t like the first time, where Plo simply swung his leg out and unbalanced Skywalker before throwing him to the ground— this was a real fight. Or as real as it could get without Plo gouging an eye out with his talons.

The fight ended in the 104th’s victory, of course, but that just got the 501st even more riled and rearing to go.

Which was where Wolffe found himself now, sitting on a rock next to where General Monn was sprawled out in the grass on his back now, eyes closed and leg twitching a bit. Ghost was sitting nearby as well, with Data, Cable, and Comet, keeping a tally of the betting pools.

Wolffe squinted, gaze zeroing in on the ring of scars that was on Plo’s shoulder. It was new, he was certain. How new, he had no idea— considering how the last time he saw Plo out of his robes like this had been well over two months ago— but it was newer than the Baran Do scars.

He kicked Ghost.

“Hey,” he grunted, “On the General’s shoulder, what happened there?”

Ghost grunted as he was pushed forwards a bit, turning and glaring up at Wolffe.

“First of all, never kick your Medic, I choose if you live or die, bark-boy,” he snarked before turning and looking back at Plo as he helped Wildfire back to his feet. Great, now their own Battalion was getting in on this? Wolffe sighed internally.

Ghost tilted his head before snorting. “Those are bite marks, Commander,” he said flatly.

“And?”

Ghost was looking at him like he was stupid. “Commander who in the entire Galaxy could possibly get that close to our General and leave a bite mark like that?”

In truth, Wolffe’s first thought was “General Ti decided to bite our General and there’s nothing we can do about it because it’s General Shaak Ti” before it clicked. Aside from Ahsoka, who wouldn’t ever bite Plo, there was only one other person who had teeth that sharp.

“Pray for me, vod,” he said dryly. “I have to punch a karking High Council member when we get back to Coruscant.”

“Rest in peace, Wolffe, he died how he lived— punching people out,” was all Ghost said in return.

Wolffe swears on his life, though, that Fisto was in for the thrashing of his life when the 104th got back to Coruscant.

“Don’t beat up Dad too much,” Comet spoke up. “Monnk will be sad.”

“Monnk is always sad at Wolffe’s life choices,” Data drawled, ducking under Wolffe’s swipe at his head.

“How about you just don’t pick a fight with General Fisto?” Cable suggested but both Data and Wolffe looked at him with raised brows.

“It’s Wolffe’s second favorite pass time, vod’ika,” Data told him, patting his fellow slicer on the head. “Asking him to not pick a fight with Buir’s Riduur would be like asking Commander Cody to stop punching Droids.”

“Or General Bultar, for that matter,” Comet added with a grin and the five of them paused before groaning as their General’s former Padawan’s habits.

“Kot to Banks. Poor guy,” Cable sighed before he gave Wolffe a look. “But seriously, don’t beat up General Fisto too much, you’ll make Buir sad.”

Wolffe just waved him off.

Lmao happy valentines day. I’ll have an actual romancey thing out later today or like tomorrow? Hell if I know I should be doing classwork hahaha

also literally what the fuck is Kel Dor Anatomy (you can find the long conversation I had on it here )

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starccwars · 4 years

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Hi! So we were kinda messing around and decided a while ago to make Star Wars characters and then many different AUs set in the Star Wars world depending on which time they were born, the most common set within the Prequel Trilogy, and more specifically the Clone Wars. This post is most here to give a brief overview of who the characters are:

Drergar: Drergar is a zabrak bounty hunter who grew up on an outer rim planet. He has a hatred towards the Jedi Order due to his past, and has a morally complicated past that he tries to forget.

Solis: Solis is a zeltron Jedi Padawan who is apprenticed to Obi-wan around the time Ahsoka is apprenticed to Anakin. She is very chaotic and excitable. She’s in tune not only with her feelings, but due to her being a zeltron, everyone else’s feelings as well.

Remo: Remo is one of the clone troopers in the Clone Wars, though he very much doesn’t want to be. Not entirely a pacifist as he will defend those he cares about, but is more peaceful and optimistic and takes the first opportunity he can to leave to war.

Nox: Nox was a Sith Acolyte who escaped because they didn’t like or believe in the Sith, but they are a more gray force user so they don’t join the Jedi either. While they don’t show up that much, when they do, it isn’t always known which side they are on. They are very chaotic and flirty and casually murder, and also might be immortal(?). Who knows?

Blubrama (Blu) & Qui-gon: Yes Qui-gon is already in the Phantom Menace, but these two are a pair. Blu is Drergar’s younger brother who was trained as a Jedi, but left to try and save his family but died in the process. Blu and Qui-gon met as force ghosts and now sorta go around together, watching over Drergar and Obi-wan respectively and try to figure out ways to communicate with them.

Kenth (Definitely not Kenneth) Pavond: Pavond is a Sith who we have said is now Anakin’s bitch father. He’s awful, we hate him, he’s the worst. He has only one redeeming quality and that’s not killing the next character.

Garo Bibble: He was created by accident, but his name was too iconic not to include. He gives good hugs, but is a bit weak. He follows around Pavond and no one truly knows why. Not even him. This is just where he is in life and has accepted it.

Bram: Drergar’s medical droid who sasses Drergar’s destructive tendencies.

Anyway now you know an overview of these people and we can continue with this cursed blog.

#star wars #star wars au #star wars prequel #clone wars #the clone wars #obi-wan #qui-gon #obi-wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #anakin skywalker #oc #ocs

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lanseax · 9 months

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loving the celtic themes dave filoni is using for dathomir

#nox speaks #nox watches ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers

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lanseax · 8 months

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MORE DATHOMIR LORE LETS GOOOOO

#nox speaks #nox watches ahsoka #q

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lanseax · 2 years

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“i’m an old family friend”

#nox watches boba fett #i just have so many feelings about ahsoka and her story with the skywalkers

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Hello and Goodnight

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)

Rating: K

Summery: Ahsoka wanted to see the meteor shower, and unexpected visitor shows up at the docs but he's not an unwelcome one. || AU of an AU— Wolffepack against Child Abuse x MerMay AU

Pairing(s): PloKit, Micah/Plo (Past)

AO3

Part 2/3 of the May the 4th fics I have planned. Is this the cursed one? Probably not.

It's also my MerMay bit, though It might not be the only one I do for MerMay, we shall see

Edit: Originally posted on 5/4/21. The third of these mermay fics will not be reposted simply due to convince for me and the fact that it is smut and im lazy. but you can read it on my AO3

Children, Plo Koon knew, were precious. From the moment he had held his baby sister— he had been six years old then— to his career as a teacher, and then as part of the Child Protective Services, to when he held his niece for the first time, to when he first started acting alone outside of the Protective Services…

Yes, children were very precious.

The first children that he had adopted had been when his best friend and first partner had still been alive and with them. They were the same age, though one had been eight when she had been brought into the family, the other seven.

Lissarkh had been the eight-year-old, and had survived in back alleyways, eating scraps from the ground and dumpsters, and had bitten him when he had lifted her up out of the one behind his and Micah’s apartment building. Now she was just older than Wolffe, her hair dyed green and working with Mace to uncover smuggling rings with the Courscant Police.

Or she would be, had she not decided to go back to school. And Plo was fine with covering the costs for both her and her sister.

Bultar Swan had been Plo’s— and Micah’s— very first child. She had been taken in a year before Plo rather unceremoniously found Lissarkh behind their apartment building.

Taken from abusive parents in the city of Kuat, Plo hadn’t the heart to allow the child to enter the Forster System and appealed to Micah then for help.

Ah, but that had been such a long time ago.

Micah had been shot and killed close to fifteen years ago. Bultar and Lissarkh had been twelve, and Lissarkh had only managed to have four years' worth of rather fuzzy memories with him.

Still, in grief and death, he didn’t stop his care of other children. When Bultar and Lissarkh were twelve, he had found Wolffe and his brothers.

And life continued from there.

Plo loved all his children. It was as simple as that.

And as the night continued on, and the embers of the fire began to die, he knew that. Children were precious, and he loved his children.

Plo gazed over the sleeping forms of Boost and Sinker, tangled with Nex and Nox, and Comet. Warthog, Ghost, and Wildfire sprawled in the grass nearby, and Ahsoka wedged between Wolffe and Tracer, with Bultar and Lissarkh nearby and a number of their other brothers and sisters laying in the grass around the once blazing bonfire.

Ahsoka wanted to watch the meteor shower that was due overhead rather soon. Somehow that had translated into inviting as many of the ‘Plo's bros’ from across Coruscant as possible and everyone having a cookout and bonfire in the fields by the docs.

Plo didn’t mind.

It was lively and rather amusing to watch Ahsoka and Maul gang up on Anakin and Obi-Wan. To meet Bultar and Lissarkh’s friends again, to see Sha again— though she didn’t live too far from Dorin, just on the edge of the city and no more than a three-hour ride to her apartment building.

It had been a good evening.

But now the children were all settled down to rest until they woke back up due to the numerous alarms set on various phones.

A splash down at the docks made him perk up a bit, folding his glasses back into their case and setting them on the picnic table. He stood, picking his way through the sleeping bodies and walking down to the docks.

Data and Cable (And Plo would never question the boys on the names they wished to choose for themselves) had a small boat that was docked there for when Data needed silence from the noise of the house, but that wasn’t what had alerted him and that's not what had splashed down there.

It didn’t take long to get there, nor did it require much effort to find the switch that turned on the lone lantern at the end of the dock, and a familiar form was leaning on the planks.

“Eve~ning~!”

Had the figure been a normal human, Plo might’ve been concerned about why they were on the end of his dock, but they weren’t— he wasn’t.

Not with green skin, large, dark eyes, and tentacle-like tresses instead of hair. No, this one was not human, though he did walk around in a human skin sometimes. He was a Mer, simple as that, though very different in appearance than the mermaids so commonly seen in movies and fiction. Most all of them were.

Nonetheless, Plo chuckled as he walked down the dock towards the figure.

“Hello, Kit,” he greeted, sitting down and crossing his legs upon reaching the end. A grin full of razor-sharp teeth was flashed his way before melting into a quizzical look.

“No glasses tonight?”

He chuckled. “No,” he told the other, “The light isn’t as bright at night, so my eyes aren’t bothered.”

Kit seemed to ponder on it for a moment before accepting it, something Plo assumed he would, considering how he knew a number of other Mer from the depths of the sea who were also sensitive to light.

Kit had been showing up at Dorin’s docks for a few months now, ever since Wolffe had accidentally fished him up, really. And then, of course, Plo had connected the dots a few weeks later and had met Kit Fisto the Mer-Rights activist, Kit’s human guise.

It had been a good few months of friendship, and, later, a rather interesting romantic partnership.

And Plo rather enjoyed the time spent talking with Kit.

“So what brings you by here?” he asked and the green Mer just flicked his tail, a few drops of water splashing onto his cheek where the medical mask wasn’t covering it.

“Heard some noise when I was on my way back from Aayla’s bar and decided to pop in,” Kit hummed loftily, before be paused. “Foul's still missing, by the way, so if you hear anything make sure to pass it on to her so she can get it to us.”

Plo nodded slowly at the mention of the other two— while Aayla herself wasn’t a Mer, nor was Foul, the two were still targets for the Creatures Trade. A faerie and a yeti, far from their homes, and now Foul was missing.

“I will,” he assured the green-skinned Mer, who just grinned again. “So, why are all of you and yours out this late?” he asked, leaning on his elbows as his tresses curled, flicking drops of water.

Plo hummed, glancing back at his sleeping children. “Ahsoka wanted to watch the Meteor Shower,” he told him simply.

The Mer clicked softly, chuckling before nodding. “Yes, a rather wonderful sight, even for us. If the waters are clear enough out in the open ocean, many of us head to the surface to watch when astronomical events such as this happen.”

“I think humans and non-humans can agree on that at least,” Plo chuckled softly as well, “I studied space in school a long time ago, and once wished to go, but ended up on a different path.” Kit hummed, tail and tresses flicking as he listened. “You humans are so interesting, thinking about duties you want to do for the future, even if they don’t come to pass.”

“While you Mer live in the moment.”

The said Mer just laughed, head tossed back. “Of course,” he agreed. “Why worry over something that is uncertain, and fret over what is not there yet? The future might not come, so live as you do now and enjoy it. If you look too far to the future, you lose sight of what’s around you.”

Plo couldn’t help but smile under his mask. “Perhaps,” he agreed before the sharp sound of phone alarms going off rang out in the night. Kit made a face, shaking his head as grumbles and groans came from Plo’s children, most still half asleep in the grass.

He glanced back at them, seeing Wolffe shake the sleep from his head before lightly punching Boost and Sinker so they woke up.

Kit whistled to get his attention again and Plo turned back around as the green-skinned Mer pointed upwards. He tilted his head back, smiling again under his mask as Ahsoka let out a whoop behind him. The first of many silver streaks crossed the sky, bright and beautiful and Plo reached over to the lantern, clicking it off without a word.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Kit mused, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one at the surface. I was down near Muunilinst last time, all the way across the ocean. It’s rather bleak there, so I’m glad I’m down over here for this one.”

Plo hummed, watching the sky still as he nodded. “It is rather beautiful. I missed the last one. Feral had been extremely ill and the Nightbrothers were staying with us until he got better.”

There was silence for a moment before another splash sounded and Plo let out a slightly disgruntled noise as he was splashed, Kit hauling himself onto the dock.

He turned to gaze at the Mer, raising a brow, and Kit just grinned before leaning forwards. A single, clawed finger hooked on the edge of his mask, pulling it down and before Plo could say anything, Kit closed the distance between them.

It wasn’t a deep kiss, not like the first time Kit had kissed him out of nowhere, but it also wasn’t playful like the quick and teasing pecks the Mer had peppered across his face while he had been slightly tipsy at Aayla’s bar.

It was nice, either way though, as Kit pulled back. “Cute.”

Ah.

Plo reached up, touching his cheeks before huffing a bit and pulling his mask back up to hide his flush.

“Hush, you,” he huffed again, smacking the Mer on the arm as he laughed. That just made Kit laugh harder, tresses curling and moving in that happy way they did when he was delighted.

Plo rolled his eyes, turning his head back up to the sky as more and more meteors crossed the wide expanse. Behind him, he could hear his children talking, words of awe and wonder drifting down to the docks.

“It really is beautiful,” he murmured as Kit rested his chin on his shoulder, tresses curling and draping across the other one.

“Just like you,” the Mer teased, an equally teasing croon leaving him, and Plo bit back a laugh. The compliment was sincere, but nonetheless.

“I will push you off this dock, Kit.”

And Kit just laughed, wrapping his arms around him as the stars continued on their paths over head.

Dorin is the name that belongs to Plo's farmhouse, Data and Cable show up briefly in some of my other work and Nex and Nox showed up in the previous WPACA installment. Ghost shows up like all the time in my works hagjkfjghd. Anyways, was this the cursed one? That's for you to decide. Happy May the 4th!

#Penguin Writes: Wolfpack Against Child Abuse #Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars the Prequel Trilogy #Plo Koon #KIt Fisto #PloKit #Ahsoka Tano #Commander Wolffe #104th Battalion #Bultar Swan #Lissarkh #Clone Trooper Boost #Clone Trooper Sinker #Sergeant Sinker

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