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penguinkiwi-writes · an hour ago
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I dont choose when I post my wips, the frog in my brain does
Master Shaak Ti was a very kind, understanding, and patient Master. She always had been when training him, and he was glad that she hadn’t changed at all since he had been her Padawan.
She hadn’t changed that much since his first mission with her as a Knight, and she wasn’t different in how she treated him now. It was easy for her to pick up on his weariness.
The mission had been long and grueling, nothing that he and Master Shaak Ti couldn’t handle on their own, but still, rescuing a duo of baby Night Brothers— his brothers— from Dathomir had been… nerve wracking. It had taken all of Shaak Ti’s patience and wit, and everything that Maul had begrudgingly learned from his Clanmates, to come to an agreement with the Nightmother. 
The Village that Maul’s brothers had come from would be removed from any Nightsister activity, the head of the Village given a com directly to the temple in the case that the Nightsisters didn’t hold up their end of the deal, and Maul would take his two brothers to Coruscant. In return, the Jedi would find a way to break Ventress from Dooku’s hold— something that Maul very much looked forwards to in the upcoming battles between them.
Still, he sighed as he trudged wearily through the temple, holding one brother in each arm— they were so small still, just babies, really— and heading back towards his shared quarters. By all means, a Knight should have had their own Quarters, unlike when they were a Padawan living with their Master or when they were  initiates living with their dorm-mates and clan-mates.
But Maul was an interesting case.
Zabrak were solitary beings, yet Maul prefered to know that there was a second member of his created clan nearby when possible.
That reminded him, though, he’d have to introduce the rest of his self-made clan to the two. Savage and Feral, he had been told. His brothers— His.
If anything, the only protest would be from the Council because he wasn’t supposed to keep children out of the Crèche.
Either way, he decided as the doors to his quarters opened, he’d keep the two as close as he could. The whole Attachment rule was stupid anyways, obviously the Council didn’t see how his Clan was still “light” and firmly connected to one another. 
Maul made a face as he stepped in, seeing his Clan-Siblings sprawled across the floor. 
“What the hell happened with you all?” he asked as Bultar rolled to her feet, pulling Lissarkh and Bant up with her. Agen sat up as well, brushing his hair back. 
“The usual,” Bant sighed as Sha simply shifted from where she was sitting on the Sofa. 
Maul nodded to her before he fixed his Clan-Brother with a pointed look. “I thought you were in Huttspace, Kolar.”
The other Zabrak snorted, arms crossing. “For that long? Who am I, Vos? I get my work done quickly and easily.”
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penguinkiwi-writes · a day ago
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It’s full of tooth rotting fluff and it’s a far cry from my usual angst fest— and its glorious
Not the Detection Method but it *is* Six Sentence Sunday
“This is Plo,” Fae said happily, and that was the happiest Tyvokka had seen him in years. “My Asys’na, the child of my sibling— my brother’s, Lorz’s, eldest. They’re about six years old standard.”
“Younger than you had been when you arrived,” T’ra teased lightly and Fae huffed.
“Well, they’re quite a bit stronger than I in the Force. Ban and Nita suspected that they’d overtake one of them as either the Storm Caster or Wind Walker of the Sages— had Lorz not agreed to allow me to take them with me.”
The elder Kel Dor had such fondness in his voice and it was clear to see that this child was was someone his dear friend held close to his heart.
For anyone new here, Kel Dor in my writing don’t have the same concept of Gender as humans and don’t really ‘chose’ their gender (if they decided to choose one at all) until they’re ready
Also Fae Koon is the name I’ve given to Plo Koon’s Canon-Legends Uncle who remains unnamed but was a Knight during the Stark Hypespace War
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penguinkiwi-writes · a day ago
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another six sentences but from something different
“Knight Sawn, Knight Koon, Knight Lissarkh,” Yoda greeted, “To hear from you suddenly, a surprise this is.”
“Perhaps,” Sha said, “But I recently got a feeling that something was wrong.”
Palpatine only looked confused at that, as did Skywalker and Ahsoka but the other Jedi just nodded. 
“Yes, we recently lost all contact with Master Plo Koon and his men,” Mace Windu said and Bultar glanced to her crèchemate and cousin-through-lineage who was silent and still. “We have... assumed the worst.”
“Pardon my bluntness,” Lissarkh spoke up, arms crossing, “But masters did it not occur to you to ask the other Kel Dor among the Order?”
Yes I’m still sad that they missed the chance to have three more badass ladies in Canon for TCW because they needed the t e n s i o n for Ahsoka and Anakin. No I wont let this go
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penguinkiwi-writes · a day ago
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Not the Detection Method but it *is* Six Sentence Sunday
“This is Plo,” Fae said happily, and that was the happiest Tyvokka had seen him in years. “My Asys’na, the child of my sibling— my brother’s, Lorz’s, eldest. They’re about six years old standard.”
“Younger than you had been when you arrived,” T’ra teased lightly and Fae huffed.
“Well, they’re quite a bit stronger than I in the Force. Ban and Nita suspected that they’d overtake one of them as either the Storm Caster or Wind Walker of the Sages— had Lorz not agreed to allow me to take them with me.”
The elder Kel Dor had such fondness in his voice and it was clear to see that this child was was someone his dear friend held close to his heart.
For anyone new here, Kel Dor in my writing don’t have the same concept of Gender as humans and don’t really ‘chose’ their gender (if they decided to choose one at all) until they’re ready
Also Fae Koon is the name I’ve given to Plo Koon’s Canon-Legends Uncle who remains unnamed but was a Knight during the Stark Hypespace War
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penguinkiwi-writes · a day ago
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So I’m definitely allowed to put “He lied because he’s a lying lair man” in the crackfic, right?
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penguinkiwi-writes · 2 days ago
well normally yes but this is the Sith Detection Method universe and so everything is wild
I love your writing! Who were the six people kit had to fight to get with plo though?
Well, first he fought Sha and Plo’s Uncle because “gotta prove you’re good enough for our relative” clause
And then he also fought Bultar and Lissarkh because of the “that’s our former master” clause
And the other two were Shaak Ti and Saesee Tiin under the friend Clause
Had Tyvokka been alive, Kit would’ve had to fight him too. And if Oppo wasn’t in a benevolent mood, him too under the friend clause. 
It’s a trial for all those who seek Plo’s hand 😌
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penguinkiwi-writes · 2 days ago
I love your writing! Who were the six people kit had to fight to get with plo though?
Well, first he fought Sha and Plo’s Uncle because “gotta prove you’re good enough for our relative” clause
And then he also fought Bultar and Lissarkh because of the “that’s our former master” clause
And the other two were Shaak Ti and Saesee Tiin under the friend Clause
Had Tyvokka been alive, Kit would’ve had to fight him too. And if Oppo wasn’t in a benevolent mood, him too under the friend clause. 
It’s a trial for all those who seek Plo’s hand 😌
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penguinkiwi-writes · 2 days ago
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The Sith Detection Method Progress/Draft Update 1
I figured that each chapter, if I do full length chapters, which is likely, will be roughly 1-2k words each. I have no idea whats going on but I’ve accepted that this is my life now
I don’t plan on doing one of these regularly, but I did want y’all to know I am writing
Sometimes, Mace Windu wondered if there was something wrong with his friends.
Specifically, if there was something wrong with Kit Fisto— Master Jedi, member of the Council, part of the reason why almost everyone’s Lightsabers had duel crystals to work under water, and duelist protégé just like his two Lineage Brothers, Yan Dooku and Cin Drallig.
“Run that by me again, Master Fisto?” He asked, arms crossed. The Nautolan just grinned a bit, tresses curling.
“I have a full proof plan on figuring out who the Sith behind Dooku is,” he said again, “It’s actually really simple too.”
Mace was two parts exasperated and one part curious, because often when Kit said “really simple” it was either much more difficult than he meant or it was actually rather asinine.
But still he closed his eyes, took a breath, and then looked back at the other Councilor. 
“Very well. What is it? And it better not be the same as Adi and Stass’ ‘taunting them on the holonet’ plan, Master Fisto.”
He just laughed. “Relax, Mace, it’s not that bad.”
That gave him zero clues on what his so-called plan was.
Kit’s grin was just widening now. “So we all know how, like, everyone in the Temple loves Plo, right? I mean, obviously, I do, I had to fight six different people when we first filed for Union in the Order.”
“Where is this going, Master Fisto?” Mace asked, feeling a headache coming on.
“Look all I’m saying is that he’s decently liked outside the Order too right, I mean not like Kenobi and Skywalker are, but that’s just the whole human thing—“
“Please get to the point.”
“— and so basically, I’ve concluded that if someone doesn’t like Plo, they’re super shady, if not flat out evil.”
There was silence as Mace just stared at Kit.
He had hoped too much that this plan of Kit’s — it wasn’t really a plan, just a theory— wouldn’t be absolutely insane.
He would humor the other Master for a bit— after all, this was probably just Kit’s way of shaking off emotion from a rather rough campaign. Though he wasn’t far off the mark, Plo Koon was rather well liked among the Order (a beloved figure, really) and a good chunk of the Republic Worlds.
“I assume you have someone in mind, Kit Fisto? Because this sounds more like a theory than a plan to me.”
Kit waved him off. “Of course I have someone in mind, I’m not stupid— don’t comment on that.”
Mace wisely kept his mouth shut, raising a brow in a ‘well, get on with it’ sort of way.
“The Chancellor.”
What.
“What?”
“The Chancellor, former senator of Naboo? Sheev Palpatine? The one we keep meeting with for some reason?”
Mace rubbed his eyes. Yep, this was it. Kit Fisto had officially lost it. The War had officially driven the Nautolan to madness.
He sighed. “Fisto, how did you even come to the conclusion that the Chancellor dislikes Master Plo in the first place.”
The Nautolan raised a brow at him, tresses curling and flicking. “I know you’re overly tired like ninety percent of the time, but have you seriously not noticed?”
“Are you sure you’re not just being biased over this?”
Kit gave him a flat look. “Mace. I know I have a reputation as a loving husband who would give Plo anything he asked for and also as the resident Council idiot, but I’m not that stupid, and you know this.”
“Yes, apologies, but still… are you certain you’re not reading too much into it?” Mace asks. Kit hums, shaking his head. 
“No,” he tells him. “I talked to a few others, Shaak, Saesee, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka—“
“Padawan Tano has bias as well, she’s your child.” “She’s Plo’s kid, but good points! Depa agrees with me, right Depa?” 
The Nautolan turned, calling out into the hall as he asked Mace’s former Padawan. Mace rubbed his temples again as his former Padawan poked her head into Mace’s office.
“Is this about the Chancellor being a Sith Lord because he obviously doesn’t like Master Plo and how Dooku totally isn’t a true Sith because he definitely spared Master Plo’s life on Geonosis?” she asked and Kit nodded.
“Well, the Chancellor part, I’m still not on board for Master Kcaj’s Dooku theory because I don’t like Dooku.”
“Fair enough, I don’t either.”
Just some notes: 
If you’re new here:  Obviously, I’m the local PloKit writer apparently. Therefore, biased Kit is biased but also the biggest dork of a husband. Also, I herded Cin into the Yoda lineage with the rest of em because Yoda is listed as his teacher in saber training so like. why not. 
This is crack taken seriously, so it’s not how I normally write Kit (mostly) but either way. I might change some things up in final post depending on how it goes
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penguinkiwi-writes · 3 days ago
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gjkfgjfjgg s u e me—
its okay, i too cried while writing this.
Sturdy
Summary: Zabrak are incredibly hard to kill. And by all rights, he should be dead.
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For all intents and purposes, Agen should be dead.
Normally, once they got speared through the chest, a person died. A person— human. Agen wasn’t human. Near, yes, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t.
The metal inside his chest pumped blood as well as its organic counterpart. 
The green lightsabers (one hardly scratched and battered and one that smelt of the sea) at his side thrummed with the force when he was wandering the lower levels of Coruscant before a purple one joined the duo on his belt, his own hidden in his sleeve.
He doesn’t think too much about it when he carries Mace’s body into the lowest levels of the temple and silently entombs him, undetected by the Clones that were loved and turned their backs on those who loved them. Agen doesn’t think about those he knows on the Council, within the ranks, who would’ve fought tooth and nail for the Clones’ citizenships after the war.
Doesn’t think about Koon who was willing to leave the Order to merry so the 104th could have Dorin citizenship once the War was over. Leaving behind the Order he had been a part of for so long, an Order he had loved because it had given him the wings he needed to live up to his clan name, all because his love for his sons his troops outweighed his own longing for the skies.
Doesn’t think about Fisto whose body he had to leave behind who would always apologize and thank Monnk for cleaning up after him and picking his robes up when they were dropped, who always made sure the SCUBA Troops has functioning equipment because he wouldn’t just let them drown or get pressurized down in the depths.
Doesn’t think about Ti and her ever-growing love for the Clones, how she raised and loved them to the point of it hurting her when they died.
Doesn’t think about how Tiin was willing to risk the taking over a Separatist ship so that his men aboard his own flagship didn’t go down in flames when he could’ve easily escaped with his commander and a few others.
Doesn’t think about the man whose seat he took and how he made the rest of his company escape while he held off Grevious, doesn’t think about Mundi, or Allie, or Billaba, or Windu, or Secura, or Unduli or Vos or Tholme, or Antilles, or even Tyvokka who would have been so fucking proud of his former padawan for loving and caring and, Force, Agen doesn’t think because it doesn’t hurt when he doesn’t think about it.
Agen doesn’t think. He just kept moving, three sabers on his hip, one in hand, blood pumping from one heart, the other needing to be removed and replaced with cold metal that worked just as well as the other.
He was just like Maul, he would later tell his companion as they traveled through the sands of Tatooine, releasing their anger in the form of freeing Slaves and mediating between the settlers and the Tuskens. At the raised brow, he would later elaborate— Agen was sturdy and hard to kill.
And Voolvif would only respond with a slight snort before scratching at his arms and neck and anywhere because Tatooine was full of sand and Voolvif hated it when sand got into his fur.
(He didn’t hate it like Skywalker the Traitor did. He just hated sandstorms.)
And for all intents and purposes, Agen should be dead. And so should Voolvif, but they aren’t. Agen because, in his words, he was sturdy, hard to kill. Voolvif because he had no Clones to turn against him. An Isolationist by nature.
And for all intents and purposes, Obi-Wan Kenobi should be dead too. But he’s not. And when the droids and stormtroopers pour from the doors, when black boots and hissing breath reach their ears as they’re getting those children to safety, there’s no other choice to be made.
It isn’t the cool blue of Obi-Wan’s— of Ben’s— lightsaber or the emerald of Voolvif’s that is ignited and Agen’s blood sings at the half step back Skywalker Vader takes when the hall is bathed in a glowing violet color. At the saber that Agen should really have left with the body but the crystal inside of it sings for justice.
Agen was always the better swordsman. And a Zabrak is always hard to kill.
They all get out alive, by the skin of their teeth, and Voolvif might be a bit unbalanced, Obi-Wan’s— Ben’s— heart might’ve stopped twice in fright, and Agen’s hair is certainly shorter, and faint lightsaber burns are red and splotchy against his skin but they’re alive.
(Agen later learns of the Chips and lets the hurt go and he can finally think about them all again. And it hurts a little bit less than before.)
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penguinkiwi-writes · 3 days ago
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I only serve the highest of quality crack in my crackhouse here
The Sith Detection Method Plot List (or some junk like that)
Just a heads up not all of these points will be gone over in the fic in detail or at all, I’m not sure how long I want to make it, because this was initially just going to be a dumb oneshot and I have yet to finish the Mando Fic and I want to finish that up before starting another long fic
but!! this is a rough general outline? idk y’all are crazy but I love you
Obviously Kit has the Plan ™ and Mace has the galaxy’s biggest fucking headache ever
“If they don’t like plo, they sus, i would know. I married him.” “That’s just being biased” “Nah bro, I had to fight like six people”
Kit actually isn’t a dumbass and has actual reasons why Pal Friendpatine probably doesn’t like Plo (ie the Malevolence
Now we gotta bring Plo into the convo because you cant discuss a plan like this without telling him
“As flattering as this is, Kit, how do you even plan on confirming your theory?” “Pshh that’s easy, Plo— HEY ANAKIN!”
Anakin is very confused but goes along with it
“you do realize that if Palpatine tries to deny he dislikes me, I might have to fake-date him” “Yeah, I know, and I’m not happy about that option but we do what we must for the republic.”
Palps’ initial dislike. Anakin is even more confused because “But master plo is awesome?? Why wouldn’t you like Master plo? is it because he’s friends with Master Fisto and Master Ti and Master Tiin? that’s kinda racist”
Also Palps is both homophobic and racist but he’s gotta figure out a way to make it work because Plo’s got that electric judgement and Baran Do secrets
Fake Date AU start I Guess???
Oh No Sheev Gets Feelings (You fool, you absolute buffoon)
Maul shows up to do some revenge against Palps because apparently that kel dor is palpatine’s (fake) lover 
Dad Koon intensifies and ol’ sheevie can’t kill Maul or Savage now (rip feral you died too soon)
Maul is the asshole cat son who keeps hissing at sheev and “tells” plo that Sheev is the sith
Plo’s just like “yes, yes, i know” “Then what the hell are you doing?” “Well currently stealing all of his assets and also the control data for the Clones’ implant chip from him :)“ “Ohh… can I have the house on Glee Anselm?” “Which one, son? Because your real father would probably like to keep one for the two of us, being a Nautolan and all” “OHHHHHH” (Savage: “can we have the one with the trees? I’ve always wanted a treehouse”)
Plo Koon takes the house in the divorce and also all of the assets and also exposes him as the sith
Palps attempts to attack? only to get yeeted by the Real Husband™ and also their like 300 sons
Maul is still the asshole cat-son to Kit
Wolffe and Maul both give Kit the beat down™ i guess
Maul’s hate boner for Kenobi is curbed because Bultar and Lissarkh can and will kick his ass for waking them and Ahsoka and also Nahdar and Bant up at ungodly hours of the morning for screaming “KENOBI”
They Siblings™ go back and rescue Feral
idk maybe Plo has to fight Shaak ti for rights to train Savage because “he’S MY SON??” “NEITHER YOU NOR YOUR UNCLE TRAINED YOUR RELATIVES, PLO KOON, DON’T START NOW”
Eeth Koth who did not leave the order (he was just on an undercover mission guys) gets to train Feral
Plo Koon still has all of Sheev’s assets :)
The Jedi Order is no longer broke uwu
Jk they’re a little broke. Just not as much​
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penguinkiwi-writes · 3 days ago
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The Sith Detection Method Plot List (or some junk like that)
Just a heads up not all of these points will be gone over in the fic in detail or at all, I’m not sure how long I want to make it, because this was initially just going to be a dumb oneshot and I have yet to finish the Mando Fic and I want to finish that up before starting another long fic
but!! this is a rough general outline? idk y’all are crazy but I love you
Obviously Kit has the Plan ™ and Mace has the galaxy’s biggest fucking headache ever
“If they don’t like plo, they sus, i would know. I married him.” “That’s just being biased” “Nah bro, I had to fight like six people”
Kit actually isn’t a dumbass and has actual reasons why Pal Friendpatine probably doesn’t like Plo (ie the Malevolence
Now we gotta bring Plo into the convo because you cant discuss a plan like this without telling him
“As flattering as this is, Kit, how do you even plan on confirming your theory?” “Pshh that’s easy, Plo— HEY ANAKIN!”
Anakin is very confused but goes along with it
“you do realize that if Palpatine tries to deny he dislikes me, I might have to fake-date him” “Yeah, I know, and I’m not happy about that option but we do what we must for the republic.”
Palps’ initial dislike. Anakin is even more confused because “But master plo is awesome?? Why wouldn’t you like Master plo? is it because he’s friends with Master Fisto and Master Ti and Master Tiin? that’s kinda racist”
Also Palps is both homophobic and racist but he’s gotta figure out a way to make it work because Plo’s got that electric judgement and Baran Do secrets
Fake Date AU start I Guess???
Oh No Sheev Gets Feelings (You fool, you absolute buffoon)
Maul shows up to do some revenge against Palps because apparently that kel dor is palpatine’s (fake) lover 
Dad Koon intensifies and ol’ sheevie can’t kill Maul or Savage now (rip feral you died too soon)
Maul is the asshole cat son who keeps hissing at sheev and “tells” plo that Sheev is the sith
Plo’s just like “yes, yes, i know” “Then what the hell are you doing?” “Well currently stealing all of his assets and also the control data for the Clones’ implant chip from him :)“ “Ohh... can I have the house on Glee Anselm?” “Which one, son? Because your real father would probably like to keep one for the two of us, being a Nautolan and all” “OHHHHHH” (Savage: “can we have the one with the trees? I’ve always wanted a treehouse”)
Plo Koon takes the house in the divorce and also all of the assets and also exposes him as the sith
Palps attempts to attack? only to get yeeted by the Real Husband™ and also their like 300 sons
Maul is still the asshole cat-son to Kit
Wolffe and Maul both give Kit the beat down™ i guess
Maul’s hate boner for Kenobi is curbed because Bultar and Lissarkh can and will kick his ass for waking them and Ahsoka and also Nahdar and Bant up at ungodly hours of the morning for screaming “KENOBI”
They Siblings™ go back and rescue Feral
idk maybe Plo has to fight Shaak ti for rights to train Savage because “he’S MY SON??” “NEITHER YOU NOR YOUR UNCLE TRAINED YOUR RELATIVES, PLO KOON, DON’T START NOW”
Eeth Koth who did not leave the order (he was just on an undercover mission guys) gets to train Feral
Plo Koon still has all of Sheev’s assets :)
The Jedi Order is no longer broke uwu
Jk they’re a little broke. Just not as much​
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penguinkiwi-writes · 5 days ago
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03:00 When The Temple is Silent
Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)
Rating: K
Summery: What happens to the Guards when their night shift ends? Well, The Temple Guard is full of surprises.
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I've actually been meaning to get this one out to the world because I love the Temple Guard, so here we go. This does feature a hell of a lot of OCs because the only Guard we know of is the Grand inquisitor and Cin if you count him as part of the Guard
For reference, though, Varrom is the name I gave said inquisitor because I can't just call him Grand Inquisitor, now can I?
When 03:00 Standard rolled around, the Temple Guards out on the front stair cracked their necks, rolled their shoulders, and stretched a their backs out a bit before they seamlessly swapped places with their near-identical replacements. The change was so neat and practiced, one could have mistaken the four who had walked up to the original four as having turned around and walked back.
However, instead of heading to their Quarters like many would have thought, the four guards moved silently through the long halls. They were silent as they moved, moving with a purpose— though one not sinister.
Well. To most at least.
The door to a warmly lit room was opened and the four stepped in. As soon as the door closed behind them, though, hands moved to remove their hoods and masks.
“How’s that shoulder doing, Mari?” Nira asked as she shook out her Lekku. The blind human guard just gave her a lazy grin back.
“Been better,” she said as they all walked into the room. Mari and Nira both settled down in the rather comfortable chairs as the other two removed their masks and hoods. Hakra Dorgoa and Ashe Lark.
“I still can’t believe you ran right into a wall and injured your shoulder that way,” Hakra snorted as he moved over to one of the tables and Ashe joined the two over in the sitting area. “Doesn’t your Force Sight map the world out around you?”
“Hakra, my Zabrak friend, it doesn’t matter when I choose not to use it.”
“... why would you not use it, Gildow?”
The human in question just laughed as she settled back. 
The room that the four guards gathered in was large and comfortable— it could be considered a break-room to some, though for those who ended up on the Night Watch, it was more or less where they crashed until they were needed again. That, or the snuck into Master Drallig’s quarters and woke when Bene tripped over one of them in the dark.
Master Drallig took good care of the Guard— he had been one once too. He had taken one look at the rather Spartan break room for those on duty and waiting for their shift that he himself had used before sending a request for a complete overhaul. The aches and pains the Guard had suffered from dozing off on the hard floors of the room, or the rather hard chairs, had vanished after several weeks of various Guards just dropping into softer chairs, cushions, and the long sofa against the back wall.
One of Master Drallig’s Padawan’s tasks was always dropping off a food supply for them— because energy bars could only go so far.
Ashe dropped into the chair next to Nira, ruffling his pink-dyed hair before settling. Mari seemed to have already dozed off and Hakra snorted at that as he glanced over.
“She’s gonna regret sleeping in her robes,” he sighed and Nira laughed. 
“We always do,” she said, “I’ll have Yin and Syo help me when the two get here.”
“I’m surprised we’re the first here, to be honest,” Ashe yawned. “Who else was on schedule for tonight?”
“Tacar’s with Ner Askau and a few others down by the Archives,” Nira listed. “Oof, drew the short straw again,” Hakra laughed as he rummaged through the crate of more snack-like foods that Master Drallig’s current Padawan— Padawan Bene McCallum— had brought down at the beginning of the week.
Ashe hummed in agreement. “Master Lofanurra has Roq and the two are down at the lower entrances with some of the others— Flin, Marcus, Edel… I think Mavvo and Cimzo?”
“Sounds about right, the usual patrol. Syo has two others with her and Yin'Shinhen patrolling the Vents. Syo's made sure to always have a group do that ever since Bane got in,” Nira added. “And Varrom is with Tacar.”
“Poor kid’s got Dead Night Shift too? Sucks, he's had them for three nights in a row. Remind me to tell Master Drallig. Usually, those things don't slip his eye.”
“In all fairness, Master Drallig’s been buried under paperwork because of the Bane incident. We’ve been on Dead Night for three days as well, Ash,” Hakra pointed out as he walked back over, tossing his human friend a pack of dried fruit before tearing into a pack of jerky.
“Fair enough,” Ashe sighed, stifling a yawn as he opened his own packet. The door slid open and the large Togorian figure of Yin’Shinhen ducked in, removing his mask as soon as he was inside and shaking his fur out. Syo slipped in behind him, hers already under her arm as she shook her long hair out as well.
Ashe raised a hand in greeting. “Hey.” “Evening— well, night,” Yin’Shinhen greeted back, padding over and peering over at Mari. “She asleep?” “Yeah,” Nira chuckled, getting up. “Help me move her to the bunk room?” “Yeah, I got her, don’t worry.”
It really didn’t take much effort from the Togorian to pick the human woman up, gently hefting her over a single shoulder as he and Nira padded off to a side room where the Guard often bunked when they didn’t wish to return to their Quarters— and it was often used by the Guards who had just finished a Night Shift.
Syo flopped down onto the freed-up chair. “So Master Koth tripped up the stairs to the Archives today,” she said as she stifled a yawn. The feathers that covered where her ears would have been had she been fully human twitched in amusement and Hakra snorted.
“Were Windu or Gallia or any of the other Councilors there?”
“Nope,” she hummed, popping the ‘p’, “I think he actually just tripped on his robes.”
Ashe raised a brow. “Really, now? That’s surprising, though, because either way normally Master Koth is more coordinated,” he noted as he held his hand out. The Datapad on the shelf that belonged to him was pulled into his hand and he opened up a new datasheet. 
“What time?” 
“About Thirteen-Hundred, I was taking my shift at the Archives with Lofanurra when it happened.”
“And it was Master Koth?”
“Uh-huh.”
The Human hummed, nodding as he tapped it out on the screen. “Right, that’s logged then.”
The Whseirir grinned, feathers twitching again. “Nice. Aside from Master Koth's incident, we ran into a few padawans in the vents— not sure who by name but Yin might. Oh and we can confirm that the Tooka that Master Rancisis owns does in fact live in his beard sometimes.”
“Skywalker was eating beetles again in the east wing, a secluded hall,” Yin’shihen said as he padded back in, tail flicking as he sat down. “Down where Kita was taking their sixteen-hundred shift.”
“Another bug-eating moment then.”
“It is Skywalker, this is the eighth time this month.”
Ashe shook his head, snorting. “Okay, fair enough, is there anyone who we need to release some details on?”
“I still want to release those baby photos of Krell,” Hakra groaned as the door slid open again. 
“What did he do this time?” Ner Askau asked as he stepped in, Varrom and Tacar. Syo waved at the  Pau'an and Nautolan as they entered behind the red Nikto. 
“Hey you three, how’d the first half of the Archive shift go?” Nira asked as she walked out of the bunk room.
“Same as ever.” Varrom sighed.
“Haunted chills and weird noises in the vents,” Tacar finished with a grin, violet tresses curling. Varrom lightly smacked his Nautolan age-mate and she stuck her tongue out at him. Nira sighed but smiled. 
“That was probably Syo,” she said, shaking her head as the Whseirir huffed in mock offense. “Anyways, Mari’s already knocked out, make sure you keep quiet when you go to the bunk room.”
“Usually she’s up still,” Varrom mused but the two both shrugged before moving past the Twi’Lek. Nira smiled, moving back to the rest of the group and settling down in one of the chairs. 
“Productive day?” she asked and Syo grinned.
“So much content, we should ask Master Drallig if we can get recording functions in our helms.”
“Don’t bother with that, he’s overworked already.”
“There’s no such thing as not enough blackmail though, Ashe!”
“Is that even a real phrase!?”
Yin’Shinhen just shook his head, tail flicking as the two started to bicker. 
It was normal, for them all to have their spats, their lighthearted arguments, and mock fights. Bickering like siblings about this or that.
Because that’s just what the Temple Guard was, a strange sort of family hidden behind white and beige robes, stark white masks, and silent uniformity.
And a family that just happened to collect all sorts of blackmail on every other Jedi inside the temple.
The Whseirir are not Star Wars canon, I tried my hand at race creating and Syo is one of them and i like what i did. I'll probably post about them later on, just not here.
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Stays in space. Usually.
The medication that kept one’s biological imperatives at bay normally didn’t fail, but that only matters when you take the right dose.
AKA: A week and a half alone in space + heat = proceed at your own risk
Rating: M/Adult
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Thank you, i’m glad you liked it!
I was going to make Voolvif the missing figure, but then decided we don’t want to get that angsty (or do we?) yet.
Hello and Goodnight
Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars (03), 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)
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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)
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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
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!
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penguinkiwi-writes · 6 days ago
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[drinks tears like Gatorade]
Thank you!! The others are gonna be a bit different and less angsty than this one (since none of them are connected at all) but I might come back to this concept owo
Voolvif is tired and just wants to go back to better days, and he’s willing to accept any way he possibly can get there.
What Was Written Only To Be Undone
Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars (03), Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)
Rating: K
Summery: Voolvif Monn survived Order 66 when few others did. He didn’t expect to go to sleep in a far off planet only to wake again in the Temple.
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What Was Written Only To Be Undone
Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars (03), Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)
Rating: K
Summery: Voolvif Monn survived Order 66 when few others did. He didn’t expect to go to sleep in a far off planet only to wake again in the Temple.
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Happy May 4th!
This is one of three fics I plan on getting out sometime today ( or like at like 2 am may 5th but yk time is weird ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) so yeah. Happy Star Wars Day and one of them is very cursed.
He had been in the Outer Rim, alone, when it hit. Order 66 that was.
Voolvif Monn knew that his solitary nature was the real reason why he had survived— there were no Clones to turn on him, and he was certain that they would have if any survived from the massacre that was the 146th near the beginning of the war. 
And as the Empire rose, Voolvif remained one step ahead of it.
For years he moved through the Galaxy. Never keeping the same ship longer than he needed, never staying longer than he needed. Always one step ahead.
Ahead of Vader, ahead of the Inquisitors, ahead of the Purge, Dark, and Storm Troopers.
Eight years of running, of taking out Troopers if possible. He didn’t kill any of the Inquisitors, couldn't kill any of them— they attacked in packs with Troopers and at that point, it was more important to heed Master Kenobi’s words and get away in order to live and fight. He just wasn't strong enough anymore.
The Inquisitors were strong, they were former Jedi, after all. And he might have been a Master once, but he was being run ragged, exhausted and running, but still, but still...
But still, he escaped them— at the cost of his eye and most of his hearing once. And still, he had survived. He had fallen back on his more animalistic side, slipped in and out of Bounty Hunter Dens, and making sure to sleep in a safe yet secluded spot when he could risk rest— be it an abandoned warehouse or even among the highest branches and cliff-sides of trees and mountains.
He hadn’t expected to wake to sunlight on his face and a hard but comfortable floor under him.
He was almost instantly on high alert, rolling to his feet before he startled upon realizing that both his eyes were working. 
Hesitantly (and he was always hesitant nowadays) he reached up and placed a hand over his eye, feeling for a scar— only there was none.
A pounding at his door made his ears shoot up and he called his lightsaber to his hand without a second thought. He moved from his sleeping quarters and to his door.
He opened it and almost cried upon seeing the familiar faces of his agemates, even though they hadn’t been close friends of his.
The faces of Lissarkh, who had been shot in the chest by her own men.
Of Agen Kolar who had been felled at the hands of the Sith. 
Of Bultar Swan who had been killed by a fellow Jedi.
Of Sha Koon who was killed by Vader—
“Slept in late, Monn?” Agen drawled, though there was no heat to his words. Amused. And Voolvif’s mind flew backward through memories. 
In the past, he would’ve taken that as an insult, his ears would’ve pinned back and teeth barely restrained from being bared in a growl. In the past, he hadn’t known what to do with these Jedi who insisted on socializing with him after they were all Knighted— Sha had been the last to be Knighted of them, him first, on the field right before his Master was killed, then Agen and Bultar. Lissarkh would follow plus one more he couldn’t quite remember, and then Sha. 
Still, he wanted to cry at the familiar faces, to reach out and grasp onto them and never let go because this couldn’t be real— either he was dead as well, or this was some torturous trick from the sith.
And he wasn’t sure which one he wanted more.
Bultar reached out, pausing for a moment, allowing him the time to pull away— he had been so touch-adverse back then, he remembered— but he didn’t and she placed a hand on his arm.
“We were going to go and congratulate Aalya on getting Knighted,” she told him and he forced down another swell of emotions. “You want to come with? We were going to go down to Dex’s too.”
Aayla. 
Aayla, who was always kind to him when he had snapped at her, when he had bared his teeth at her kindness, and pulled away from her hands when she tried to treat his injuries from Geonosis. Aayla, who was kind and had been shot over and over and over by those men who she had loved and cared for.
He swallowed. 
They were expecting an answer from him.
“Yeah,” he rasped, hooking his lightsaber onto his belt. “Yeah, that’d— that’d be nice.”
And if this was a dream, if this was his afterlife, if this was some hellish trick of the Sith… He didn’t know.
But for now, he was back, back before it all fell to hell— before the Clones, before the Fall, before the endless nights and days of being on the run, of being hunted down.
And he wanted to bask in this warmth, with these people who he had become friends with a bit too late in his life.
A gentle whisper made him turn and look over his shoulder as he followed the rest of his agemates down the hall— a slight tug on his mind and for a second he thought he saw something, heard something.
If this was a dream, he wanted to sleep a bit more.
If this was a sith trick, he wanted to be at their mercy for a bit longer.
If this was his death and afterlife, he would gladly accept it.
But on the off chance— the off chance that he was here, back in the Temple, back in time to change something…
He would gladly do it.
But for now, he wanted to rest.
So Voolvif Monn turned upon hearing Sha call for him, and followed his agemates down the hall.
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penguinkiwi-writes · 7 days ago
Bad batch is coming out tommorow (as the time of writing this), so congrats, you get a lot more potential fic writing material
Yeah, people are talking about it on a lot of discord servers, but (and I’m probably gonna get flamed for this) I’m not actually big on the bad batch. I just. Don’t find them super interesting. So you’ll probably just be seeing the usual Jedi content from me oops. 
I do hope everyone who does enjoy the Bad Batch has a fun time though! I’ll just be vibing on the other hand haha
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 30. “That’s a good look for you.“
You enable me and I love you so much plokit anon
This is kinda a tie to the one I did last week with Mer Kit found here [x]
Kit didn’t like lying. But he did it anyway.
Pretending to simply be a local surfer and Mer activist while hiding his own status as a Mer who could freely shift between skins.
He hadn’t expected to get caught when returning from the intercoastal waterway after a meeting with Shaak Ti— who was all teeth and powerful magics, she was one of the reasons why hunters feared any Mer that they caught that had red, blue, and white skin and scales.
He hadn’t expected to be cut free by that scarred biker that he saw at Aayla’s bar when they were all masquerading as humans.
And he certainly hadn’t been expecting to be called charming by the head of their gang— who happened to be their father.
And Kit couldn’t help but watch the auburn-haired man as he frequented Aayla’s bar, and he couldn’t help but pop up at their docks from time to time in his natural state. He learned the man was named ‘Plo’ and that he was really fucking cute.
When he wasn’t being a terror to the Hunters and rescuing children of supernatural blood, he was making small talk with Kit when he showed up at their docks, or reading. He was seriously cute, but Kit dared not talk to him in his human state. Too risky.
Kit Fisto the human was a Mer activist. The Green Monster of the Mer had a high bounty on his head.
Still, he watched as Plo and his sons entered Aayla’s bar, Plo wearing a black medical mask over his face and never removing his sunglasses. He watched as they moved to the back corner, slightly out of sight before ordering drinks. He turned back to his own, listening in on the conversation that the hunters near him were having. Hunters liked to come to Aayla’s bar to rile up the ‘activists’, but so far the night had been peaceful.
Then a figure sat down next to him. Aayla was laughing, he could tell, as the maroon leather of a biking jacket entered his peripheral vision.
He glanced to the side as Aayla set a drink down in front of Plo, raising his own in greeting. Plo gazed at him for a moment before giving him a slight nod, then a hand was on his arm and the older man leaned over.
“That’s a good look for you,” Plo murmured, “I had wondered what you looked like as a human before.”
“I guess I’ve been caught,” he sighed, but grinned in return and Plo chuckled. Kit held his hand out. “Kit Fisto. Activist.”
He tilted his head to the side slightly. Hunters. Plo caught on, shaking his hand, the metal rings on his middle finger cold against his skin. “Plo Koon. Biker. A pleasure to put a name to a face.”
Kit’s grin only widened, sharper than usual teeth glinting for a moment. “The pleasure is all mine.”
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