“This stops now Master Qui-Gon.” Plo rumbled deeply, tucking the
pale looking boy against his side as Obi-Wan looked around in tired
confusion. “I know the Fall and loss of Xanatos has hit you deeply
but your neglect of your padawan is too much. The council sees no
other choice then to remove Obi-Wan Kenobi from your care.”
The babe he had once carried away from an abusive home and tended to
was no longer a babe but a padawan. And yet in Plo’s eyes, he was
still in need of rescue. This time from neglect inside the order.
So whhy not the man who had once tended to the burns and scars of a much
smaller Kenobi to the rescue?
The worst part of the entire thing, from Obi-Wan’s position at
least, was that Qui-Gon didn’t argue.
The man stared at them then turned on his heel and left the chamber,
leaving Obi-Wan to his, at the time unknown, fate.
The redhead trembled and looked up at Plo Koon. “…What happens
now Master?” He whispered, trying to be brave, trying to not cry.
“Now little one, you stay with me.” Plo smiled at him, mask
hissing lightly as he spoke. “You become my padawan young Kenobi.”
Obi-Wan blinked, staring up at the kel dor. “…I…I get to stay?”
He whispered, relief settling into his very bone.
“Of course. Lets go collect your things, my quarters has a padawan
room already ready for you.” Plo chuckled warmly, gently guiding
him along into the hall towards the master dorms.
Obi-Wan breathed out, a tiny hiccup escaping him. “Oh…wait, don’t
you require a different atmosphere, can we really live together?”
He stared up at the master, his mind desperately latching onto logic
to prevent him from breaking down in snotty tears at being
abandoned…again.
His chuckle getting a bit louder, Plo nodded. “Indeed I can little
one. I’ve had oxygen breathing padawans before. Your room will have
the atmosphere you require while mine will have what’s best for me.
For the livingroom I wear my mask. I must admit that the kitchen has
not been used much since my last padawan but you are welcome to it
young Obi-Wan.” Plo squeezed the boys shoulder, still having him
tucked to his side.
He knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t be as calm as he was pretending.
There was bound to be questions for the future.
There was a bond to be formed.
And Obi-Wan was going to need so much meditation to help the self
doubt Plo could see plain in his face.
But Plo would deal with it, would help Obi-Wan deal with it and the
kel dor would be karked if he allowed such a promising bright light
of the Order to become anything other then the capable knight and
master he could already see the stirrings of in the child.
“He wasn’t hurting me.” Obi-Wan suddenly whispered, shivering a
bit against the master’s side.
“There are more ways then physical to hurt Obi-Wan. He may never
have raised a hand against you, but neglect and emotional abuse still
happened.” Plo kept his voice as soft as he could through the mask.
Obi-Wan had nothing to say to that and Plo could see the boy visibly
latching onto logic and the task at hand, walking to his room to
pack.
“I don’t like how he looks at my padawan!” Obi-Wan snapped out
before he could put it on leash, gritting his teeth a bit at the
raised brows of the council and even Anakin’s startled look. Of
course Obi-Wan had done his best to project an aura of calm and
steady emotions in Anakin’s line of sight.
But there were a
few things no one knew about Obi-Wan.
Things he had kept
close to his heart.
For one of those
things he had never let go of his passion, he still burned like a
wild fire inside waiting to be released even if the outside was
tempered.
It just needed the
right kind of fuel to let all that fire out and he feared the day
someone hit that fuel and he couldn’t temper it and be the Jedi he
was expected to be.
And Sheev
Palpatine…
The name alone
bought a shiver up his spine.
“Explain you will
Knight Kenobi. Why this mission you will not take.” Yoda offered,
brows drawn together in disapproval at the young knights outburst
though a layer of concern was hidden beneath it all at the words.
Obi-Wan swallowed a
bit then glanced down at his confused looking padawan.
“…No
adult…should look at a teenager the way Sheev Palpatine looks at my
padawan.” He started quietly, trying to keep himself under control,
trying not to be upset but it was hard since he was genuinely
worried.
“The way he…”
Mace Windu sat back in surprise, his legs sprawled wide as he stared
at Obi-Wan. “Knight Kenobi, what are you implying?”
The council seemed
to be growing tense.
Anakin was shifting
on his feet.
It was too late to
take back his words now though and Obi-Wan had no desire.
“…He looks like
he wants to own Anakin, possess him in the most basic of ways. And I
am not going to allow him any access to my padawan without the
assurance that that man won’t…” Obi-Wan’s lips twitched
before an unbidden snarl escaped him. “I will not allow him to hurt
or manipulate my padawan.” He growled out.
There was an
uncomfortable silence before Depa leaned forward a bit in her chair.
“You suspect he wants your padawan alone under…intimate
circumstances?” Her eyes flickered over Anakin.
The blond was
starting to look faintly green and also somewhat panicked.
“I have no
proof.” Obi-Wan stated, shifting his hands into his sleeves. “But
tell me, is it normal that a man over the age of fifty in such a
position of power wants to meet with a fourteen year old without
something untoward going on when he has no personal relation to said
fourteen year old?”
The council members
looked to each other.
And Anakin pressed
against his side, Obi-Wan resting a protective hand on the boys
shoulder. Obviously Anakin until now hadn’t considered it that way.
And that was the
worst of it.
‘Perfect grooming
behavior. Nothing wrong in the mans behavior until its too late.’
Obi-Wan held the other to his side.
“K…Obi-Wan.”
Plo finally spoke up, his voice hissing but gentle through the
respirator. “We need you to name your suspicion before we can do
anything.” The Kel Dor offered carefully.
Obi-Wan looked down
at his wide eyed padawan then back at the council. “I suspect Sheev
Palpatine is trying to groom my padawan for his own benefits. I think
he’s a pedophile and I formally request the Order either
investigates him themselves or involves the Judicial forces.” He
got out.
Mace sat up, face
grim. “Then this meeting is adjourned, you and your padawan is now
Coruscant locked until we have resolved the matter.” He growled
out.
Anakin pushed more
against Obi-Wan’s side at the tone but Obi-Wan breathed out in
relief. “Thank you Masters, for listening.” He murmured, feeling
a knot ease in his stomach.
“All Jedi our
concern must be, differentiate between we can not.” Yoda offered
before he pinched his old lips together, ears lowering. “But
accusations like this not lightly we will take. Investigate the
Chancellor we shall. And if proof we find…”
There was a
bristling in the Force.
Obi-Wan felt
another knot in his stomach ease.
The Council would
help him protect Anakin.
Thank the Force.
He bowed to them,
deeply and gave Anakin a small, soothing smile.
Description: Plo Koon had a simple, easy diplomatic mission to make. It was to his species’ homeworld, so Wolffe was content to let his General go with just one clone escort. What could go wrong?
honestly I never say ‘No more please’ people just decide to stop. I may have asks sit for a long time because I lose energy from doing them, but I always encourage people sending me headcanon requests, whether they’re for ships or not. So, really, feel free to send any in if you want some. I’ll eventually get to them if I’m not busy and have the spoons for it. That said, here you go dude:
Jango didn’t expect to befriend someone like Plo
The Emotions came later and he is very angry over it tbh
Plo is always Amused over his younger boyfriend
Jango is Not Amused
It happened before TCW started, but not too long before.
Boba is 9 when Jango and Plo meet and get together.
He loves his buir’s new boyfriend
They don’t see each other often, but when they do, they make sure there is time for Plo and Boba to spend time together, too.
Jango is glad Plo loves Boba
He won’t date anyone who doesn’t like that Boba and him are a package deal.
Plo absolutely loves this child okay
THE MANDO KISS THING WITH THE FOREHEADS
WHEN JANGO TELLS PLO ABOUT IT.
PLO IS SO HAPPY BECAUSE HE GETS TO KISS HIS BOYFRIEND
Boba is Disgusted by how much Buir kisses Dad because kissing is gross
Family cuddling sessions with Jango, Plo, Boba and the Wolfpack
“I want the entire area cleared. We’re taking everything back to Coruscant.”
6×10 The Lost One
For all the horrible sadness or crack that season 6 contained, it could be damn pretty.
I want a whole show around Plo and the Wolf Pack. I want to see what these clones do when they find out their new General has a permanent bucket, or close enough because most atmospheres are toxic to him. I want to see them learning to respect each other as they get used to this new factor in their life. I want to see story arcs where Wolffe loses his eye and learns to deal with it, how he bonds with someone who is in charge of him but understands needing an apparatus to “function normally.”
I want to see Plo ambling into the break room, too tired to meditate and the Pack too punchy for sleep, and everyone finding out who the best card shark in the squad is. I want to see Plo and Warthog quietly repairing their ships together, the Force sometimes sending parts over to the Jedi’s wingman, or catching tools tossed at him. I want to see Plo teaching his squad to meditate during one interminable transport to the far end of the galaxy in an ancient cruiser, where half the mechanics have broken down and there’s only so much target practice or sparring they can do.
I want story arcs on Dorin, where the Pack first sees their General, ANY Kel Dor, without the mask. I want Plo, awkward and trying to be gracious about the fact that his mask is as much his face as the buckets are theirs, but the Pack understands that there is something underneath, even if they’ve never seen it. I want the Pack to find out Plo is a quiet drunk, because dammit, it’s not SAFE to get seriously boozed when the slightest misstep can kill you, and he makes a point of getting sloshed once every time he’s on planet.
I want to see the Pack carrying him back to the guest quarters, and he’s quietly cheerful about it the next morning despite his hangover, because he remembers how there wasn’t the slightest double-take at him without his mask, and how the clones were removing their breathers long enough to match him shot for shot. The Pack defending his reputation against Kel Dor who don’t understand how he wants to wear his face, and against the humans in the diplomatic party who are uncomfortable with an unmasked Jedi who should have more dignity than that.
I even want the horrible, post Order 66 episodes, where a quiet Pack meets on Kel Dor, taking a solemn breath before unmasking and downing a shot in the General’s memory. I want to see men with a wolf’s head tattoo or flash patch joining the Rebellion, grim faced and determined to take down that which took their leader. I want to see a clone, one of the few survivors of a mission gone sour sitting down after his debriefing and shaking from the memories, because he almost died to Darth Vader. It was wrong, it was all wrong and a twisted mix of things he’s lost and misses – the sound of a lightsaber, but in a sick red instead of blue-white. The echoes of speech under a mask, but stilted and forced instead of rich and resonant. Use of the Force, but used to torture instead of defend. I want to see the Pack gathering, and doing everything they can to rebuild the Republic they were bred for, and to bring back the Order their General belonged to.
I want to see the Pack celebrating on Endor, a group of grim-faced identical men clustered around a fire and giving the ewoks wary grins. Wolffe trying to not grimace too much because it’s always another one of THOSE planets, but at least the little furballs know how to fight, now someone else go tell his holiness Threepio to get them away from him. I want to see the Pack going quiet as a blue figure appears, and shares a drink with them.
Sloppy quick sketch of the baddest ass in the whole galaxy, Plo Koon…I want to do a proper fan art of him at some point. This was good practice…he is not easy…2 hours.
Wolffe has to teach Plo how to use quite a bit of modern communications technology because the Jedi has been able to rely on archive searches and comm units for so long. Plo is a bit like old people on facebook for a while- no autocorrect and lots of capslock- but he soon gets the hang of it, and is thrilled with the existence of emoticons because he’s had so much trouble getting people to understand his expressions IRL. He also has a bad habit of vining the Wolfpack when they’re being cute. Which, in Plo’s opinion, is all the damn time.
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