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kiwikipedia · 1 year

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There’s a certain feel to a Kel Dor that is expected when one crosses paths with the eldest and supposedly wisest of the Koon Family within the Jedi Temple.

Many Jedi both young and old were acquainted with Master Plo Koon and his calm and steady ways, his kindness and gentle words that could turn razor sharp when pressed. A pillar, old and wise, like the steady rock of the planet or the rolling rumbles of thunder ensuring what is to come. The Clones knew him, some better than their own Generals with how fast word spread among them. A protector, a defender, a man who could earn the rank of General easily had he been a soldier of rank and title rather than just a Jedi given the authority. A man who would willingly lay his life down for another.

Many were acquainted with Sha Koon, a knight known for being a bit more clipped and matter-of-fact in comparison to her uncle. Jedi knew her as the Koon who could dissect a man with a gaze, and the Koon with a memory that never lost its touch, but she was calm and steadfast like her uncle was. The clones knew her by way of rumor, how she no longer operated on the field but her words of refusing to fight for the sake of violence and useless wars rang in their hearts. What use was a battle that wouldn’t even help the war? Gaining a planet that wouldn’t have been a loss even if it was taken? The senseless bloodshed? They kept those words in their hearts and knew she was like her Uncle and had such a love for them.

The younger two of the Koons, both wise and steadfast— there was an expected feeling from them. Like a storm rolling in, like the rock of the planet, like an anchor in the ocean, a lighthouse on the sea.

Fae Koon was different.

An oddity among the Koons, some would say. Age and time had not been kind to him, an ancient and elusive being. And yet…

If Plo was a storm from a distance, the steady rumble and rains. If Sha was the planet, rocking and moving without faltering…

Fae was the wind. Swift and unpredictable. He tore through enemies in combat and ripped apart debates with sharp words and clear messages.

The other Kel Dor called him Etu'soh'Makai-Du'ul-Siksta, The One Whose Wind Cuts Through The Darkened Sleep. The name of a violent Wind Spirit known for tearing apart settlements when enraged, known for the howling of the winds when one sleeps.

Perhaps at one point, he had been the same as his nephew. Strong, wise, steady, and calm. But now he was quiet until provoked, elusive and haunting the halls until called upon. A ghost roaming the battlefield tearing apart enemies and leaving naught a trace behind him.

And yet The quiet from him wasn’t a form of looming danger, but a form of contentment and comfort.

Fae Koon was different.

But he was not bad in that way. And no matter how different he was, his younger relatives loved him, there was no doubt about that.

And there was no doubt that just like the two of them, Fae Koon loved and cared for others so deeply with a genuine heart.

#i found this in my drafts wough #i dont remember writing this but og #Plo Koon #Sha Koon #Koon Family #Fae Koon (PKWSW)#Plo Koon's Uncle #Uncle Koon #Star Wars #TCW #Star Wars Legends #penguinkiwi writes #Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Headcanons

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coconuts-are-mammals · 1 year

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Tyvokka, talking about Plo: This is my-

Plo's Uncle: Don't you dare

T'ra: I will bite you

Jocasta: You will be de-ranked and left for dead

Tyvokka:

Tyvokka: plodawan

#They proceed to collectively lunge at Tyvokka #Tyvokka #Jocasta Nu #T'ra Saa #Plo Koon #Plo Koon's Uncle

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h4lftruths4ndhyperb0le · 1 year

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Star Wars but Anakin finds out that the clones have slave chips implanted in their heads

That boy had so many bad experiences and loyalty & love for others was like, both his thing and also the thing that made him break away from the jedi, so like, imagine if he found out that his good friends were not only basically slaves in terms of being pressed into service, but also were literally able to be controlled? He would riot, and when Plo Koon found out that someone did this to his children troops?

Palpatine would not stand a chance against the combined might of Anakin “Protect my friends and family at the cost of the galaxy” Skywalker & General Dad. He would crumple & his empire would collapse before it began.

#star wars clone wars #star wars #clone wars #clone wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker #plo koon #plo koon is a dad #after they saved everyone plo could give anakin lessons on parenting #and then everyone could go to therapy #let’s be honest they need it #imagine luke and leia but with uncle rex and uncle cody and uncle obiwan and aunt ahsoka and their PARENTS #suck it palps

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butterflydragon14 · 2 years

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I love that obi-wan’s nickname is the negotiator, because it makes him sound like a hitman/ mafia thug and then when you meet him you realise oh, he just flirts with everything that moves and tbh this is how he has negotiated all of his treaties but he’s been too scared to square up and admit it to the council

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #tcw #star wars rots #star wars tcw #the clone wars #revenge of the sith #star wars revenge of the sith #mace windu would have some words #uncle plo koon would just be kinda proud/terrified #mace windu #plo koon

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veny-many · 9 months

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*when plo was small padawan*

Plo: Koh-to-yah.

Plo: You like it there?

Plo: I like this place too. It's peaceful and beautiful.

Plo: I can sense your frightening. What is making you scared?

Tyvokka: Plo, you can't just start talking to moth what just set down on your Mask. While meditating.

Plo: You scared her, Master. It's not a right Jedi way to scare such a little and young creature.

Tyvokka: (headache)

#star wars #plo koon #tyvokka #little plo koon #suffering tyvokka #plo: raising kel dor child is indeed a hard task #sha: raising you was a especially hard task uncle

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l-lend · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @littlemissmanga

I'm currently working on a clone bingo fic, and I had an idea for my Plo Koon square

“How long has she been like this?” The clone commander asked. The woman by his side exhaled an amused breath, “Since I told her you and I were going out.” She turned to study his face as he regarded their daughter. Commander Wolffe was not the most outwardly expressive man, but with time spent together she had grown adept at discerning his mood. The spark in his left eye, the subtle curl of his lip. He saved his smiles for special occasions. An amused huff blew from his nose as the child sprang from her post with a delighted squeal. “He's here!” With a squeeze of his hand from his lover, Wolffe ventured into the living room while his little one sprinted towards the door. “He'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shere!” As soon as the front door slid open, the child pounced. “Uncle Plo!” The guest in question crouched down to the child's level. “Hello, little pup.” The two exchanged a brief hug before the Kel Dor's gaze traveled to lock onto the clone. Plo raised a hand in greeting. “Apologies, I was kept later than usual.” “It's no problem,” the woman replied emerging from the kitchen, “Selene's been busy setting up.” “Uh huh, Mom helped me with the snacks.” “Oh,” Plo turned his attention back to Selene, “another of your tea parties? I seem to remember Sinker enjoying them.” Selene nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Wanna see?” “I'd love to. If you give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.” Wolffe's pup shot off. The sound of footfalls echoed down the hall.The adults sat in a moment of silence. “Thank you for watching her.” Wolffe began. The jedi's features crinkled, tinged with mirth, “It's no trouble. She's a welcomed break from the galaxy.” “How long has she been like this?” The clone commander asked. The woman by his side exhaled an amused breath, “Since I told her you and I were going out.” She turned to study his face as he regarded their daughter. Commander Wolffe was not the most outwardly expressive man, but with time spent together she had grown adept at discerning his mood. The spark in his left eye, the subtle curl of his lip. He saved his smiles for special occasions. An amused huff blew from his nose as the child sprang from her post with a delighted squeal. “He's here!” With a squeeze of his hand from his lover, Wolffe ventured into the living room while his little one sprinted towards the door. “He'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shere!” As soon as the front door slid open, the child pounced. “Uncle Plo!” The guest in question crouched down to the child's level. “Hello, little pup.” The two exchanged a brief hug before the Kel Dor's gaze traveled to lock onto the clone. Plo raised a hand in greeting. “Apologies, I was kept later than usual.” “It's no problem,” the woman replied emerging from the kitchen, “Selene's been busy setting up.” “Uh huh, Mom helped me with the snacks.” “Oh,” Plo turned his attention back to Selene, “another of your tea parties? I seem to remember Sinker enjoying them.” Selene nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Wanna see?” “I'd love to. If you give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.” Wolffe's pup shot off. The sound of footfalls echoed down the hall.The adults sat in a moment of silence. “Thank you for watching her.” Wolffe began. The jedi's features crinkled, tinged with mirth, “It's no trouble. She's a welcomed break from the galaxy.”

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#Wolffe needs a little one #he just does #and I'm living for favorite uncle Plo Koon

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incorrectclonewarsquotes · 1 year

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Ahsoka: Points at Obi-Wan Mum

Obi-Wan: Wh-

Ahsoka: Points at Plo Koon Dad

Plo Koon: In tears

Ahsoka: Points at Rex Favourite cousin

Rex: :)

Ahsoka: Points at Anakin The sibling that’s only there because your parents threatened to ground you if you didn’t take them with you

Anakin: WHAT?!

Ahsoka: Points at Cody The cool uncle

Cody: Shrugs with a smile

Ahsoka: Points at Tup The sweetheart cousin that you can never really be mad at no matter what

Tup: :D

Ahsoka: Points at Padme That one aunt who doesn’t work but has a suspicious amount of money

Padme: True…

Anakin: Huffs And what does that make you?

Ahsoka: The one who knows all the tea and uses it to create drama

Anakin: WHY IS MINE THE WORST?!

Ahsoka: Shrugs

Cody: She’s not far off.

Anakin: Starts arguing with Cody

Ahsoka: Watches the chaos unfold with a grin

Rex: Groans Fucking hell General

#incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #the clone wars #Padme #Anakin #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #clone trooper tup #commander cody #captain rex #plo koon #obi wan kenobi #chaos incarnate #no peace

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sunshinesdaydream · 5 months

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Fox Returns to Kamino

Pairing: Fox x Reader Rating: SFW/ No Spice Warnings: Adoption, very light angst (mostly fluff) Word Count: 608 (the longest one of these yet)

See more Hardcase and other Dad! Clones here (also Uncle Clones) Mission : Buir Masterlist

Fox stepped into the nursery on Kamino. Wolffe had contacted him about a tiny cadet, not even a year standard. One that was originally designated to be a CC.

Plo Koon had insisted on letting the ages mix as soon as they arrived to help Shaak Ti with arrangements for the cadets. It was the way it was done in the Jedi crèche and felt it would be the most beneficial to the children, especially after working with the troopers as he had.

So when Wolffe pointed out which child he had been talking about. A cadet that looked to be about five standard was playing with him. Fox approached as gently as possible.

“Hello, could you introduce me to your vod?” He asked, kindly. The little cadet obviously panicked, scrambling to his feet and saluting.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, quickly.

“No need for that anymore,” Fox said, kindly.

“Sorry, sir. It’s all new” he responded. The tiny one was grasping his pant leg and was tugging on it as if trying to pull the older child back down to play.

“It is,” Fox agreed. “Have you chosen a name yet?”

“No, sir, I’m still too little,” he answered. “I’m CT-8738, and this is CC-5040”

“Relax, ad’ika,” Fox said, sinking to the floor. The cadet followed his example. He looked at the smaller boy, “hello, ik’aad,”

The tiny one looked up at Fox quietly, curiously. The cadet handed the tiny back a toy they had been playing with. Or, what Fox recognized as a toy now. The nanny droids would call them “enrichment objects”.

The toy, a ball, blinked with many colors when thrown by the tiny boy. The cadet caught it, the lights stopping immediately, and handed it back.

“Is this his favorite game?” Fox asked as the tiny one held the ball out to him. “Go on, throw it, ik’aad. I’ll catch it,”

The cadet nodded, “He still likes the chewing things, too” as the tiny one hurled the ball with surprising force.

“What about you?” Fox asked the cadet. “What is your favorite thing to do?”

“Commander Wolffe is teaching us how to play bolo ball. That’s a lot of fun,” the cadet said. “Jedi Master Plo Koon brought us art supplies, I really like drawing. And I really like coming here to play with him,”

‘All things they only have been able to do in the last year,’ Fox thought, before saying, “Sounds like you have been having fun,”

The tiny one threw the ball back to the cadet and he caught it as he nodded. He looked up at Fox and said sadly,”you’re taking him with you.”

Fox didn’t even stop to consider it, just went with his gut instinct. Later Plo Koon would tell Wolffe it was the force.

“I don’t think only him,” Fox told the cadet. “Seems like someone this tiny needs a good ori’vod,”

The little cadet’s face lit up and he dove towards Fox, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Really?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” Fox said, wrapping an arm around and pulling the cadet closer to him. ‘No, child, my child’ he thought.

The tiny boy began to fuss, patting at Fox’s leg and reaching. With a half choked laugh, Fox scooped him up in his other arm.

You received a comm message from Fox that day. It was a video of Fox, a baby on one knee and what looked to be a five year old on the other.

The baby was chewing his fist and the older boy was tentatively smiling. Fox was smiling brightly. “Cyare, we’re on our way home,” he said.

Thanks for reading! ☀️Love & Wrecker Hugs☀️

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totallycorrectjediorderquotes · 1 year

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Koon: [Stubs his toe]

Koon: FUCK!

T'ra: Mind your language!

Koon: What else am I supposed to say, Saa

Koon: “Woe is I”???

T'ra:

Koon: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes

T'ra: That's rich coming from you

#T'ra Saa #Uncle Koon #Plo Koon's Uncle #The Koon Family #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars: the expanded universe #Star Wars the Prequel trilogy #Star Wars Legends #tcw #incorrect star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #source: unknown

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antianakin · 2 months

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@theneutralmime

First off, don't watch the Ahsoka show and even if you do, it's immensely anti-Jedi so none of it should be considered worthwhile content in figuring out how relationships work between the Jedi normally, especially since Ahsoka herself doesn't consider herself OR Sabine Jedi (she doesn't even WANT Sabine to be a Jedi). The only other Master/Padawan relationship in the Ahsoka show is Baylan and Shin who also don't consider themselves to be Jedi.

Here's the thing with "found family" as a concept. A lot of people like putting people into certain labels and going for a basic nuclear family mom/dad/kids kind of set up. But it does not HAVE to be that way. A "found family" can be a bunch of people who consider each other friends, with no familial feelings at all. It can be literally anything.

Rebels does go for more of a sort-of mom/dad/kids deal, particularly with Kanan, Hera, Sabine, and Ezra. Zeb however lives in a somewhat more nebulous gray area where you COULD see him as a fellow "child" in the dynamic, but he doesn't really care for being considered a child during the episode where he and the other Lasat find Lira San and he's clearly older and more experienced than either Ezra or Sabine, so he could just as easily be considered an "uncle" of sorts if you wanted to, or an older cousin or something maybe.

The other thing to consider with Rebels is that, while the group does include two Jedi, none of these relationships would necessarily be typical representations of how Prequels Jedi relationships would have looked or how they would've thought of each other. Kanan and Ezra's relationships to the rest of Ghost crew is impacted by that difference, especially since Ezra specifically did not grow up in the Temple among other Jedi and spent most of his childhood and early teens in a very different situation. And Kanan, by Rebels, would've spent more time WITHOUT any relationships with other Jedi than he would've had WITH them.

So with all of that in mind, I think that the Jedi's relationships aren't NEARLY as clear cut as people seem to want them to be. They're a family, yes, but they're a family that is 10,000 strong at least. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time keeping like less than 50 members of my family straight, what their names are and who they're related to, much less ten thousand people. I think it's very likely that all Jedi would feel a kinship to fellow Jedi, but that they probably don't personally know every single Jedi. In TCW, Ahsoka seems to need to be introduced to Tera Sinube for the first time when she's 14 years old. So while she might see someone like Plo Koon as a closer parental figure, she's not going to feel the same way about Tera Sinube who she barely knows.

I think any Master/Padawan relationship is going to sort-of vary depending on the individuals involved. Some of them might be quite close, some might be more professional. Some might be pretty close in age and so their dynamic leans closer to friends and siblings than it would parent and child. Others might have a larger age gap and so the dynamic could lead closer to parent/child or even grandparent/grandchild. Some of them might shift over time, too, or have layers of more than one of these dynamics. For example, Anakin calls Obi-Wan "the closest thing he's ever had to a father" in AOTC, but Obi-Wan calls him a brother twice in ROTS. So their relationship may have had shades of both dynamics given the age difference, the relationship dynamic could have shifted over time from a more parent/child relationship to a more sibling relationship, or they each may have seen the relationship slightly differently with Anakin looking more for a parental dynamic while Obi-Wan is perhaps going more for a relationship of equals (at least by ROTS). It could be any of these three things combined, too.

There's a comic where Obi-Wan is asked whether Anakin is his son and Obi-Wan responds that no, Anakin is his Padawan, his student. While this isn't strictly canon, I think it fits quite nicely into my interpretation that the Master/Padawan relationship is its own specific kind of dynamic and while it can be SIMILAR to other kinds of relationships, it is very much its own thing. It's not a static relationship, it's not just the Jedi version of parents and children, it is a distinct relationship that changes and grows with the individuals. There is no 1:1 comparison for all Master/Padawan relationships.

As for Ezra and Jacen, you could apply a similar concept. Kanan, much like Obi-Wan with Anakin, fills a parental role for Ezra, but he's also growing and developing ALONGSIDE Ezra and could be considered a younger brother of sorts, too. Jacen is family to Ezra, but I don't think you HAVE to place a particular label on what that dynamic is, whether they'd consider each other like brothers or whether Ezra would be more of an uncle. And it doesn't even have to specifically be defined by their respective relationships to KANAN, either. Jacen and Ezra might come up with their own dynamic that has nothing to do with how they each feel about Kanan and is specific to their own relationship. I don't think you have to be super specific about saying that because Kanan was Ezra's Master, this automatically makes Ezra basically his son and so Ezra and Jacen should consider themselves like brothers and never have an uncle/nephew dynamic. I think Ezra and Jacen can be whatever you want them to be to each other.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels #ezra bridger #jacen syndulla #kanan jarrus #jedi #jedi culture

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seriowan · 1 year

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a clan of four (dad!wolffe x mom!reader) (republic victory au)

⭒ summary: wolffe brings his daughters to the jedi temple and comes to terms with a few things about himself, all with the help of his father-figure ⭒ word count: 3.9k ⭒ pairing: dad!wolffe x mom!reader — with special appearances from the wolf pack and plo koon ⭒ rating: G (general audiences) - unless you are not fond of children/parenting; all of this is just fluff, baby fever, and comfort ⭒ a/n: we've finally come to the first edition to the clone dad's series! coming up next is in the line-up is: cody, tech, echo, crosshair, hunter, wrecker, rex, and fives! my inbox is open for dad!clone headcanons — and they might be included in the upcoming fics!

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“Do you remember the rules, Lulu?”

Luna bounced up the steps one by one, light-up shoes bursting with every colorful stomp. She held her father’s index finger in a tight grip, swinging his arm as they ventured up to the temple.

“Yes, papa,” she chirped, reciting Wolffe’s rules like a mantra. “Never leave your eyes. No playing. No screaming. No bothering ba’buir and his friends-”

“The Jedi.”

“Yes, them,” she muttered, waving him off with a small hand. Wolffe rolled his eyes at her dismissive attitude, the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he once again noticed that she was just like him. Six years old and she already had a fiery attitude that made him want to pinch her cheeks and shower her face with kisses.

“You’re missing one more rule, pup,” he added in a hum as they reached the last step.

She let go of his hand, gazing up at him with big, round brown eyes. “I am?”

He nodded, glancing back down the steps.

When she followed his gaze, Luna grinned. “Oh! When it’s time to go home, I have to go home. No hiding.”

“No hiding,” he repeated with a firm nod, gently settling his hand atop her head. “Got it?”

“Got it, papa.”

You took your time gathering your bearings out of your airspeeder before following Wolffe and Luna up to the temple. With the baby strapped to your chest, comfortably babbling in her carrier, you knew it would take you a bit to make sure you had all the baby necessities. The last thing you wanted to do was walk all the way back down the stairs to where Wolffe parked the speeder.

Nova didn’t seem to mind. She babbled as babies do, toothless gums munching on her balled fists. As you walked up the stairs, you kept your hand on her back, gazing down at her with the occasional smile. It always made her giggle, soft eyes full of endless love as she peered up at you like you were the most beautiful, comforting thing in the world.

Wolffe and Luna were waiting at the top of the steps for you and Nova, identical smiles on their faces when you joined them.

Nova’s babbles caused Wolffe to give her a long, subtle gaze. With a gentle finger, he tugged her clenched fist out of her mouth and replaced it with the pacifier clipped to her gray onesie. She accepted it with rushed greed, her mouth opening and devouring the squishy plastic with enough impatience to make him chuckle.

While your clan of four momentarily took a pause, a loud gasp suddenly echoed from the open temple doors.

Donning his gear with his helmet tucked under his arm, Comet immediately broke into a wide grin the moment he saw both of his nieces. Sinker stood to his left with his arms crossed over his chest, a proud smirk on his face, while Boost was on the other side, waving his arms above his head as if trying to flag down the entire family’s attention.

“It’s the mini pack!!” Comet laughed loudly as he crouched to a knee, dropping his helmet to hold out his arms wide. “AND LOOK! MY LITTLE LOONIE-MOONIE IS HERE!”

“UNCLE COMET!” Luna shrieked happily, letting go of Wolffe’s hand before breaking into a sprint. Her little legs moved swiftly, carrying her to Comet in record-breaking speed before she collided into his chest, sending him flat to the ground.

His laughter was loud, echoing all the way into the temple and back as he rubbed the little girl’s head. “Hey, little warrior! Looks like your killjoy pops finally brought you out here again!”

She nodded, glancing back as you and Wolffe joined them. “Papa finally let me come after I got in trouble last time.”

“Ah.” Comet sucked his lips against his teeth, flashing Wolffe a guilty grin. “Looks like you didn’t like our last game, huh?”

“She was missing for two hours ‘cause of your kriffing game,” Wolffe grunted sourly, glaring at his brother. “You should know she takes those games seriously, especially hide-and-seek.”

Comet squeezed Luna’s cheeks together, cooing in an overly-affectionate tone. “I know! My itty bitty little niece is the bestest competitor in this galaxy!” His smile dropped when he caught Wolffe’s blank stare. “What? She gets it from you, vod. Remember that story Fox told us about you when you were a cadet-”

While Luna broke out in a fit of laughter at Wolffe’s immediate glower, Sinker and Boost both approached you and Nova, lowering their heads to give the baby their undivided attention.

“That’s one strong kid, mama bear,” Sinker smirked, teasingly nudging your side. “You tryin’ to bulk her up for a winter storm or somethin’? Preparin’ her for another war?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “She’s got her dad’s appetite. I couldn’t stop her from bulking up even if I wanted to. And I don’t think Wolffe would let me anyway. He likes her chubby cheeks.”

Boost laughed, gently offering his finger for Nova’s small hand to grab onto. She smiled around her pacifier, causing both him and Sinker to melt with small aww's.

“C’mon,” Wolffe muttered, gently gripping your elbow, “We’ve got to catch Master Plo before the council meeting. Our visit is supposed to be quick-”

“Sweet!” Comet bounced up to his feet, taking Luna’s hand in his own. She bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with excitement. “We’ll go with you-”

Wolffe shook his head. “No. Luna’s here to pay Master Plo a visit and-” He suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you three supposed to be filling out your ledgers back at the barracks?”

Comet’s eyes widened and he offered a grim, humorless chuckle. Sinker immediately cleared his throat and put his helmet on. Booster put his hands behind his back and subtly turned on his heel, whistling as he started strolling toward the steps of the temple.

Glancing down, Comet gave Luna an apologetic smile. “Looks like we’ve gotta finish our game some other time, loonie-moonie.”

Luna’s brows pinched, wounded eyes flicking up to Wolffe. “But papa-”

Wolffe slowly arched a brow and she clamped her lips shut, sagging her sad shoulders. Comet sighed, gutted by her dejected expression. “Hey, I’ll see you later, okay? Give Uncle Comet a bit and I’ll try to be back before you head home, okay? If I don’t make it, I’ll try to drop by your house if your parents think that’s okay.”

Hopeful eyes flickered between you and Wolffe, both from Luna and Comet.

Wolffe grimaced, glancing at you to silently ask for your opinion. You smiled, nodding. With a sigh, he gave in and muttered, “Get your gear checked and you can stop by tonight for dinner.”

Luna took Comet’s hand, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Mommy’s making rainbow noodles!”

Comet returned the sentiment with equal enthusiasm, guiding her jumps up and down until she was breathless with laughter and heaving for air. When he let go and finally started walking back towards Sinker and Boost, he waved goodbye, shouting, “See you later, loonie-moonie!”

Luna waved. “Bye, Uncle Comet!”

While the two shared a brief but competitive game of who could wave the hardest, Wolffe turned towards you, his attention returning to his baby. His touch was gentle, full of hesitation and care as he scooped Nova out of her carrier and held her to his chest. The lack of armor allowed the one year old to curl into her father’s warm chest, cooing happily as her curious eyes bounced all around.

You were smiling without realizing it. It happened a lot, those subtle looks of love offered when Wolffe was oblivious to them, but it happened more often now that he was a father of two. When Luna was born, he could hardly hold her without being as stiff as a shiny on his first day in the field. He handled his firstborn as if she was glass, too afraid to touch or hold her with his battle-worn hands.

It took time for him to adjust to fatherhood, but Luna and Nova melted away all of the fears and insecurities that he had, turning him into a mother bear and protective guardian. He watched over his girls like a hawk, all while giving Luna the space she needed to find her own footing and personality in the world.

Now, they were his prized creation. He carried Luna like she was weightless, raising her above his head to bring her closer to the clouds. He cradled Nova like she was priceless, without fear or hesitation to show her off to the world. They were his and he was theirs — and you knew, without a doubt, that his devotion for his family ran deeper than you could ever possibly imagine.

Wolffe turned towards you, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. You blushed, knowing you were caught red-handed.

“Hi,” you hummed.

“Hey,” he said softly, offering you the smallest smile. “You doing alright, mama?”

There it was: that special softness he kept reserved for his girls.

You glanced down when Luna slipped between you both, gazing up with pink cheeks and a giddy, knowing grin. Taking her hand in your own, you gave it a comforting squeeze and looked back at Wolffe, sharing a secret glance.

“Yeah, love. I’m doing pretty good.”

His proud eyes bounced from you to Luna then Nova. Wolffe huffed a breath through his nose, like an airy little laugh, before nudging his chin up to the temple.

“Alright, pups. Let’s go find your ba’buir.”

Luna grabbed his spare hand and yours, swinging both arms as the clan of four began walking through the temple archway.

Master Plo Koon was standing in the hall among a cluster of Jedi when you, Wolffe, Luna, and Nova turned the corner. They looked deep in conversation, sharing important, stoic glances with one another, when a loud roar suddenly cut through the silence of the hallway, causing all of the Jedis to turn and look right at your family in surprise.

“BA’BUIRRRR!” Luna screamed, ripping her hand out of yours to run up to Master Plo.

“Luna!” Wolffe angrily scolded, his expression becoming apologetic when the Masters glanced at him in amusement. They excused themselves and stepped away from Master Plo when the Kel Dor reached down, scooping Luna up by her armpits the moment she was within arm’s reach.

Luna threw her arms around his head, burying her face in the crook of his neck while the Jedi gave a rich and deep chuckle.

“Hello, little moon.” His voice was so full of warmth and adoration, laced with a gentleness that only a grandfather could offer. She shyly tucked her chin to her chest, giggling while Plo swiped his long finger against her cheek to brush a coil of hair behind her ear. “How are you?”

Luna leaned her head against his shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of his robe as she spoke in a sing-song voice, “I’m ok, ba’buir. Can we go see the butterflies in the garden?”

“I’m afraid not today, little one,” Plo apologized softly as he carried her towards Wolffe and you. “There are important matters I must attend to within the high council.”

She jutted her bottom lip in a pout. “Aww, okay. Tomorrow?”

He glanced back at Wolffe, the two exchanging a brief, silent conversation before Plo looked back at Luna, eyes crinkling with his pleased expression. “Of course. I will make the time to bring you to the garden. I saw a new butterfly that I think you will find very beautiful.”

“Really?” Luna gasped.

He nodded, poking her nose. “Not quite as beautiful as you, little one, but close.”

“Thank you, ba’buir,” she said with a soft giggle.

Master Plo finally turned your way, bowing his head in a greeting nod that you returned. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “How have you been with Nova, tenooya?”

You always felt a pang of appreciation in your chest when he called you daughter in Kel Dorian. It made you feel so at home, loved by Wolffe and his father, that you often struggled to fight the lump in your throat when he’d say it.

You glanced at Nova, now asleep with her head resting on Wolffe’s shoulder, and sighed softly. “It’s been tough but we’ve been managing pretty well. Wolffe helps me a lot when Nova struggles to sleep through the night and he stays home with the girls when I have to go to work. I’m really grateful for all the effort he’s put into being there when I can’t.”

Plo hummed, offering a proud look towards Wolffe and the sleeping baby. “You’ve proven yourself to be an excellent father and husband, Commander. I had no doubts.”

Wolffe cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot as if struggling to keep himself formal. He placed his hand over Nova’s back in a cradling gesture, curtly nodding at Master Plo in a gesture of thanks. “I do what I can for my family, buir.”

Luna was the first to frown when the comlink on Master Plo’s vambrace emitted a faint chime. She immediately locked her arms around his neck, whining softly, “No, don’t go, ba’buir! We haven't had tea time yet! We just got here!”

Plo brushed his hand over her head, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, little moon. While I enjoy your visits, I'm afraid I have much work to do. No need to fret, I will see you tomorrow, alright?”

She sniffled, wiping her glossy eyes with the back of her hand. “And you gonna show me the butterflies?”

“I’ll show you all that your little heart desires.”

That was enough for Luna to reluctantly nod. She turned away, signaling for Master Plo to set her back down on the ground. The moment her feet touched the tile, she walked to your side and wrapped her arms around your leg, burying her face against your thigh as she sniffled a few more times.

Master Plo peered down at her with the faintest look of sadness before turning to Wolffe and Nova. He tilted his head while Wolffe turned his shoulder, allowing the Kel Dor to get a better look at the baby’s sleeping expression. Plo’s expression was gentle but there seemed to be a sense of pride and happiness as he glanced from her to Wolffe, then to you and Luna. With a gentle touch, as light and airy as a feather, he caressed his knuckle over the rosiest part of the baby’s cheek, exhaling a soft sigh.

“You’ve made quite an impressive family, Wolffe,” he murmured, “They are a testament of your good heart and devotion, and I am honored to be here to watch you and your children grow. The Force has rewarded you well for the sacrifices you made for others. You’ve made me proud, son.”

The comlink on his vambrace sang out once more. Luna reached out, longingly making grabby gestures towards Master Plo when he began to step away from the clan of four. You reassuringly placed a hand on her back and rubbed her arm in soothing motions with the other.

“I will see you tomorrow, little moon,” he promised her before glancing at you. “Perhaps you and Nova would like to join us? Master Obi-Wan and Master Jocasta have been eager to meet the little one.”

“I would love to join, ba’buir,” you said warmly, honored by the invitation. “We’ll see you then.”

He nodded, giving Wolffe a final gaze that only the two of them could understand.

“Buir.”

“Wolffe.”

A gentle silence settled as Master Plo entered the lift to the high council’s chamber. Wolffe remained in place, gazing at the spot where the general once stood, before finally turning his head towards Luna when she sniffled loudly.

With one hand on Nova’s back to support her sleeping body, he crouched down to a knee and gently thumbed Luna’s chin, tilting her head up. She tried to cower against the shelter of your thigh, but Wolffe’s voice grabbed her attention.

“Lulu,” he muttered, holding the side of her face. “You’ll see your ba’buir tomorrow. Do you want Comet to see you crying when he visits tonight?”

She hesitated, then shook her head, her voice barely above a soft whisper. “No, papa.”

He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “What’d I tell you to do when you miss ba’buir?”

She unfurled from your side, lifting her gaze to Wolffe’s. “If I think really-really hard about how I miss him, I’ll feel him in my heart?”

“That’s it, pup.” He soothingly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “He’ll give you a little nudge if you think about him really, really hard.”

She sniffled once more but she didn’t seem as sad about Master Plo’s departure as before. Glancing back down the way you came, she suddenly sagged her shoulders. Luna rubbed her knuckle into her eye before looking up to her father and lifting her hands. “Can you carry me?”

Wolffe’s happiness was subtle, contained within the sudden glint in his eyes as he gently put Nova back in the carrier on your chest. She stirred, eyes flicking open as she regained her comfort within the harness, only to fall asleep not a moment later. Her pacifier fell from her lips, quickly replaced with her thumb.

Wolffe scooped Luna up and placed her on his shoulders, giving her the chance to rest her cheek against his head. He held her ankles as she interlocked her fingers underneath his chin, tired eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds.

Your face fell with sympathy and you reached up to gently brush her wild curls out of her face. “Did all that walking get you tired, Lulu?”

“Yes, mommy,” she murmured, sleepily curling Wolffe’s hair around her fingers. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that it was tickling her nose. As you and Wolffe began your walk back out the temple, each of you carrying one of your sleepy babies, Luna gave a long open-mouthed yawn, smacking her lips together. “Papa?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Can you tell me the story about the small people and the volcano?”

He huffed. “With the Aleena’s? You know that story, Lulu. I tell it to you every night.”

“Mhm, I like it.” Her faint giggle was too sleepy to last more than a second before turning into a sigh. “It’s silly.”

“Yeah, I know,” he huffed under his breath, giving you a look when you smirked. You knew the story well, and you were also aware of how much he hated spending time on Aleen. Luna’s obsession with the story was nothing more than a curse, but Wolffe could never seem to say no when she’d ask to hear it over and over again.

He couldn’t really say no to her at all.

You took a step closer to his side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder as he began recounting the memory.

“I was part of a relief expedition at the time. You remember what that means, Lulu?”

“Mhm. You went and saved people with food and water and medicine.”

“Hm, close enough. Well, your papa was sent with these two droids-”

“R2D2 and C3PO.”

“...Are you going to tell the story, or am I?”

“Sorry, papa. Keep going.”

Wolffe continued, oblivious to the smile you gave him and Luna. Even as Luna’s eyes began to stay closed longer than she could keep them open, Wolffe continued talking, ignoring those who looked at him as he walked by. He paid no mind to the Jedi or the clones that watched him go, telling his daughter’s favorite story while she sleepily played with his hair.

Nova stirred on your chest. You looked down at her, the perfect little blend of you and your husband, and lovingly brushed your thumb down the bridge of her nose.

“My little stars,” you murmured quietly to yourself, caressing all of the features she shared with her father. “Your daddy and I love you and your big sister very, very much.”

Distracted by the sleeping baby, you didn’t realize that Wolffe had stopped at the entrance of the temple. He was gazing right at you, subtle love sitting in his eyes. The moment you walked to his side, he arched his brows and pointed a finger up at the sleeping girl on his shoulders. Luna’s arms sagged on both sides of his head, her cheek squished against the top of his head as she snored, mouth open.

“Wow,” you sang, slightly impressed. “She’s out cold.”

Wolffe shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t blame her. Comet has a habit of sucking everyone’s energy pretty quickly.”

You smirked. “Either that or your story was boring enough to knock her out.”

“Smartass,” he murmured, causing you to playfully gasp and cover Nova’s ears.

“Mind your manners, riduur. There are children present.” Wolffe rolled his eyes and you smirked, nudging his side. As you stepped outside, you recalled Plo’s words and smiled softly to yourself, causing Wolffe to tilt his head in curiosity.

“Something on your mind?”

“Mm. I’m just thinking about what Master Plo said…” You glanced up at Luna, your heart bursting at the sight of her hand subconsciously resting on her father’s cheek, even in her sleep. “He’s right, you know.”

“About our family?” His attention flicked down to Nova and he swallowed, tearing his eyes away to look straight ahead. “I know. You girls are all I could ever need in life.”

“No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Not about that, although I love you for thinking that way… I’m talking about what he said about you being a good father and a good husband. I know it’s hard to believe it sometimes but he's right. You are a good father and you’re the best husband I could ever ask for. You know that, right?”

Wolffe took a moment before he sagged his shoulders with a slow, eased breath through his nose. His throat bobbed with a swallow and his fingers continued subconsciously caressing the skin of Luna’s ankle, seeking her touch as if to comfort himself.

Eventually, he spoke.

“I try to be like him, cyare.”

You halted at the bottom of the temple steps, causing Wolffe to stop and turn. When he noticed your glossy eyes, he took a step closer before leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You sighed, your body easing the moment you felt him near.

“You’re doing an amazing job, Wolffe,” you murmured, kissing his nose. “Plo is proud of you and I am too.”

Wolffe kissed your forehead before straightening up. He cupped the side of your face and smirked, his voice low and teasing when he said, “You’re goin’ soft on me, cyare.”

You huffed in mock frustration, swatting his wrist away before turning back towards the parked airspeeder.

“What?” He called after you, causing Nova to stir awake. “Am I wrong?”

Without looking over your shoulder, you lifted a hand and flipped him off, earning a gravelly laugh. Wolffe gently laid Luna down in the back seats as you hopped into the passenger seat, one hand holding the back of Nova’s head as she tilted it to look at you. Sleepy eyes blinked, flicking around her surroundings before immediately settling on Wolffe as he sat in the driver’s seat.

When he saw her open eyes, he smiled and leaned over, stamping a soft kiss to her forehead. She babbled and he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics.

You grunted in disbelief, smirking when he gave you a strange look.

“Who’s going soft now?”

Wolffe rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny it — and deep down, you knew he never would.

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Ok so about all the relationships in star wars:

Qui gon is obi wan's and anakins dad

Anakins biological father is the force and his mom is shmi

Obi wan and anakin are brothers obi wan the big and anakin the little brother,

But obi wan is also anakins dad,

Anakin and ahsoka are big brother and little sister and obi wan is their tired dad,

But obi wan and anakin adopted ahsoka together and are co-parenting her but anakin is not her father,

But obi wan is also ahsokas grandmaster what is basically her grandfather,

Ahsokas great grandmaster so her great grandfather is qui gon,

And Ahsokas real father is plo koon who is also adoptive father to the entire wolfpack

Obi wan and anakin also co-adopted R2D2 together without knowing

Anakin build C-3PO whick makes anakin his father

Padmé is ahsokas mother and married with anakin,

Obi wan and padmé are besties,

Padmé and bail organa are besties,

Obi wan and satine are deeply in love and were on the verge of getting married,

Obi wan also is korkies father and satine his mother while bo katan is his aunt,

Darth maul is obsessed with obi wan to a point where obi wan is the only reason maul is stil alive

obi wan and cody are in love

Rex is kind of ahsokas and anakins mom but also their brother

Rex and cody are Cousins aswell as the entire 501st and the entire 201st

Since count dooku was qui gons master he is obi wans and anakins grandmaster and therefore technically their grandfather

Yoda is dookus master that makes him the great grandfather/great grandmaster for this big chaotic familiy, that kind of great grandfather who teaches you dumb shit and tells dirty jokes at the dinner table

Next generation:

Lukes biological father is anakin,

Owen Lars is his adoptive father and his biological uncle,

Beru whitesun is his adoptive mother and his biological aunt,

Lukes biological mother is padmé,

Obi wan is lukes grandfather but also his uncle and his master,

Lukes real master is yoda

Luke and leia are brother and sister but also had a short relationship affair

C-3PO is lukes and leias big brother since mentioned before, anakin build him which makes him his father,

R2D2 is lukes and leias big brother too because also mentioned before, anakin and obi wan co-adopted R2,

C-3PO and R2 are bothers

Lukes lover is din djarin

Ahsoka is lukes aunt but Luke would much rather like to f*ck her,

Leia is married to han solo and Ben solo is their son,

Ahsoka is leias aunt,

Leias biological mother is padmé

Leias dad is bail organa while her biological father is anakin

Leias uncle but also her grandfather and also her emotional adopted father is obi wan,

Next generation:

Din djarin is the dad of grogu,

Grogus biological father is yoda, his biological mother is yaddle,

Grogus mom is bo katan

Grogus adoptive mother is omera the village lady on sorgan

Her daughter is winta which is also grogus adoptive sister,

Omera and din were in love once, before din met bo katan

Bo katan and din are married and are co-parenting grogu,

Luke is grogus master

Cara dune is grogus aunt while din and cara are brother and sister,

Fennek shand is also grogus aunt,

Boba fett is grogus uncle,

Boba and fennek are in love,

Grogus grandfather is greef carga, but he is not dins father,

Dins biological parents died of the seperatists battle droids, names unknown

Dins Master (if you wanna call it like that) is the armorer,

The armorer is grogus grandmother,

The frog lady is grogus adoptive grandmother,while grogus real grandmother is peli

IG-11 is grogus brother,

Paz visla and din are dadbesties and always fighting big brother and little brother

Axe wolfes and din are enemies but ('with benefits' definetly possible)

Boba and din are mando'bros

And last but not least kuill is grogus adoptive grandfather

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That should sum it up entirely once and for all but this is just my opinion pls correct me where i'm wrong

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