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My given number wasn't JJ-9067, but there was a mix up for my batch when I was very young.
There had been a fire, and some of us were switched with a other batch. So my name is Wrong Number, Wrong, or W.N. thou some of the guys say my name should be Shut-up.
Yea the Cloners never found my right number, but it could have been a WW .... maybe?
The Cloners claim it isn't important.
I might had missed a treatment or two as I look a little younger, and lighter weight then most Clones, but I past all the test.
So it wasn't important too them, and it shouldn't matter too me.
War age us all, In no time no one will notices any way.
All The Troopers I know who worked with Jedi Knights, said it is a 'wonderful honor, and horrible.'.
Some worked closer then others. They said it different ways, but it seemed the some thing.
'It is a job, and an honor.', but If they didn't get their best Jedi's too work with then they still had to do their best.
All the guys have their favorites. We try not to lot it show.
I had been so nerves about waiting for were I would go.
1) If lucky to get Skywalker, Yes glory, but a short life.
Troops don't gossip, but there were bets on how long before the senator form 'Coruscant' AKA, Padmé Amidala would be pregnant, and no one would blink an eye about it. It was just of fact of life.
Yes Skywalker had a full fan-club worth off lovely ladies that wished they could be in her place.
I am told he is true faithfully, even if Jedi can't marry he seem it.
His Trooper seemed to think it was an honor to follow him.
But a little too reckless for my likes, Yea yea I know clones are reckless. I am crazy if I think one of mine is in trouble, but I don't have to be that rash all the time. Some time I wonder if any of it matters?
Not as lucky if with Obi-Wan Kenobi who was worse for greater death rate of troopers, and more lady-friends in a wink-wink kinda way. I have been told even that scary hairless she-Sith was sweet on him, or in something like a kicky try to kill him kinda way. ...or close enough.
When it comes with the ladies he might be playing the field.
Still his Troops do his orders, with out questions. He's Trooper swore he was the best. I didn't seen it.
2) Some of the other Jedi did there job, but didn't care.
Some of them were good. Some were bad. It didn't mattered too me.
For a short time I was on a group, we get moved to other squadron. We didn't have a Jedi there.
3) I only wanted one Jedi, but I was a very lucky Trooper to be with Master Plo Koon. His troops live longer then the average, and feel like they mattered! Not just the war, but we matters to him!
I wanted to been there. I was some happy the day I get to be one of his troops.
Wolffle of the 104th AKA The Wolfpack was my commander. Sinker, and all those guys were great.
They were tight .........
To me that give my life. The pack means every thing. They are my brothers.
There were a lot I had too learn, and still feel like a shiny next 'my Jedi'.
Maybe other Troopers prefer others Jedi, but damn I am sure they all love Plo Koon.
How couldn't any of them?
I am sure the whole Wolfpack would back me up, Plo' is the best. What more can I say it?
He always had took good care of us. Protecting us like we were one of his children. If thou we are just clones.
"I don't see you as a clone or not. You all matter too me." Plo Koon said.
I believe him.
The old Wolfpack guys told me beautiful stories. Like the time he almost died with them jumping out in to space, to keep them safe! How special there bond had grown as they had waiting for help.......
We got more stories that I was there. It changed me in a good way, I saw the others changers too even Commander Waffle maybe even more. He had worked hisself up to wear the uniform, but he went back to wear armor like the rest of us.
Clones have brothers, but no fathers, or mothers. What do we know what a father, or uncle would like?
Maybe we guess what that should feel like having a crushing on a favorite teacher.
His love was so safe. He didn't flirt, or chase the ladies, and the ladies weren't trying to knock down his door.
Yea that would be weird.
He is totally huggable with out it feeling awkward. So yea the ladies love him, but more like their Papa.
In fact Leana calls him Papa-Plo.
How could I explain how much we loved Plo Koon?
I had seen how good Plo Koon to us, but that was normal for him.
Even after we had a bad missions, he spoiled us.
"It is only credits lot them enjoy themselves a little." Plo Koon pointed the fact only credits.
Wolffle seemed wonder if that would be okay, but it was just clean fun, and we wanted him to go with us too.
"Would you come with us?" I ask too Plo Koon. I would had begged, but one of the others would had given me a worse nick name then Wrong Name, or knot a lump on the back of my head.
"Wrong Number/JJ-9067 you should be quiet." Commander Wolffle said. They might say Wrong Number has a loud mouth, but they were happy I had said it.
"Thank you of the offer." Plo Koon said. Half of the Wolfpack were holding there breath.
For a blink I thought he would so said 'no, but thank you'.
"Of cause, but I may not be as much fun your hoping." Plo Koon was smiling. His mask hide his mouth. but lines under his eyes, told all I needed to know.
That was going to just perfect.
Well it was going too be perfect, when some government twit showed up.
I know I should respect governor, authority, ministry, and all that. Some times it's to hard pretended I give a damn about there long boring 'bla bla' when we are trying to have off time.
We were happy if Kit Fisto might come along, or any of his friends.
Pro Koon, Kit Fisto, The Wolfflepack, me, and a botch of more shiny new troops? Yep Kit Fisto and more shiny would be welcome, but The Ministry of Wosius, and his wife weren't coming along if I likened it or not. They didn't seem to understand we don't get much time down. They were trying too sweet talk up a Jedi or two. They most had figured Plo Koon might be softer then some of the others. I found that offensive.
Okay he is a nice person, but he is just as tough as any of the others!
I forget how to say the ministry name, but he was trying to talk the Jedis both to death.
Kit Fisto seemed to think it was funny.
Plo Koon was nicely trying to say no too what ever he was selling.
"Perhaps an nether time?" Pro Koon ask.
"You should be going to the Governor of Hormurus party.... They, and I have the finest dinning in the unnerves." Ministry of Wosius was talking about the fact Plo Koon, and Kit Fisto were not going to a fancy dinner.
The Ministry of Wosius's wife was trying to chat up Kit Fisto's, and blinking her eyes at him.
" Duty is calling. Sadly I can't stay, and Master Plo Koon had already said 'yes' to the troops gathering, and lunch." Kit Fisto said with a wide hero grin it was too hard to tell if he was joking or meant it.
Kit Fisto shouldn't make those cute smile. It make it hard too think he was a Jedi, and was making that silly woman acting even sillier.
"What! He can't eat trooper food!" Ministry of Wosius yelled. shocked as if it was naughty.
That guy seemed to think our food was offensive. That was funny, did he think that all Jedi couldn't eat troop food? or never get stuck some were?
"I do eat." Pro Koon said.
Kit Fisto was giggling already
"Eating? You mean that funny sound when you drink with your mask?" Kit Fisto ask.
Ministry of Wosius, and his wife looked at each other.
"Master Plo Kool I was told ...... will you have a very .....different dieted, and You're form upper class." the Ministry of Wosius wife said she seemed confused.
Yea she was good looking woman. Too bad the dumb things that fell out her mouth ever time she opens it. They were a little ignorant about the fact that Plo Koon couldn't breath our air, and there good reasons way he didn't go a lot this kind of parties.
Yes Kit Fisto had said he make a funny sound when he drink? It didn't bother me at all. I found it soothing, but am not sure if I have seen him eating?
Caring the drinks was WW-9034/ ,WW-9120/, and I were our job.
I had picked a mix of things, weak beer, soft drink, some juice-boxes, and some meal bottled shakes.
I had brought a adapter for Plo Koon's mask. I was already before I had ask him to come with us, but I really wanted him with us.
Heavy/WW-9211 was bringing snacks. No one would starve with Heavy he always brought extra.
It really is a shock he can still fit into his armor!
The Ministry of Wosius, and his wife seemed to didn't think about the break-room, tell they saw the tattoo artist.
Yea they kinda freaked out about Leama. She looks underage even for Twi'leks mix. she was heavily tattooed with midnight blue shin with black striped on her hips. Hershort shirt-thing can't hide much she was wearing a little for a top, and covering more for her head. One of her tails was lighter almost white form well heeled scares of a fire.
That was a long story, but the short version we found her on a mission half of dead, and Plo Koon saved her. Then she followed us home like a lost puppy.
Leama almostly jumped happy to see us, and our Jedi.
She had set up her stuff, and really to ink people, and their armor. Some of the art had been rubbed off our armors some of us put the art on there themselves but I can't draw stick men....or bad Rogers!
Who would Rogers on their armor?
Some of the guys were taking their armers off, even some shirts too.
I was in line too.
I has asking if she could make my tattoo look the art on our ships two clones, and Master Plo Koon.
I would ask Boost for the art on my armor. Yea Boost claims he isn't an artist. I wouldn't call him a lier, but he has did a lot of our armor, and the ships to with help.
I think he is learning to tattoo as well. I am a little scarred how rough he might tattoo, but I would ask him to tattoo me, his paints looks good to me.
Not longer after that Kit Fisto had said good by to take off. He give Leama a innocent-friendly hug, and she looked so shy. Leama has it bad for him, but he was teasing her. We all know it, even she know it.
She liked it any way, but I thought it was cruel too play like that?
Maybe Kit Fisto like to stay. He did have work, but I think Kit Fisto was glade he don't have to put-up with Ministers mindless bla-bla.
"WOW Your troops can't do that, my wife will be offended! They will have too put there clothing back on!" Ministry
of Wosius yelped.
She didn't look offended too me, more like a hungry Wookie watching a nice thick slice of fresh juicy steak.
"If she don't like it then she shouldn't watch it." Leama said walking up behind Master Plo Koon to take his outer rob, and folding it on the back on one of the chairs.
"Perhaps after here I ............" Master Plo Koon wasn't able to finish what ever he was saying.
"What are you doing?! Jedi do not get tattooed!!!!, and by dirty little Tail-heads like a common trooper!" Ministry of Wosius yelled.
No one had said Plo Koon was going to be Tattooed, but the Ministry had assumed he would.
"Oh? Why would you think that so disgusting? My man wish to feel part of a pack, and many Jedi have Tattoos."
"What? oh ....that is different. She is a.... " the Ministrys wife lowered her voice as if others couldn't over hear it, adding
"She is a slave right or a slut?".
"Leama is free. If you find her offending, you may go. I will stay with my troops." Plo Koon calmly said.
Ministry of Wosius pulled on his wife as he was going, but she didn't move.
"What are you doing ?" the Ministrys whined at his wife.
"I what to see if the Jedi well really do it." She said.
Some of the other boys were looking at Plo Koon wondering if he would do it. Yea many of them wanted to make him happy even, if it meant not doing things they wanted to do, some of the boys had taken there shirts off before that lady had said.
At that point I was seated on a soft loveseat with my shirt off too.
I was feeling silly, and I needed him to tell me this was okay. Words would had worked fine.
Way better Master Plo Koon stripped his shirt careful not to pull his mask off, showing long lean muscles, of tan mottled skin, and more then few scars. Totally different, yet not that different then us clones.
He set with more grace then I had ever seen one of my clone brother. Relaxed and crossing one leg over too wait his turn like one of the brothers.
The wife of the Ministry of Wosius stared as if she had no idea he had a body at all, but she liked what she saw.
Yes The Ministry of Wosius drag his wife out the day-room muttering about
"Troopers, and their crazy Jedi .....and their unrealistic bodies."
Funny how good it felt that doughy ministry was offended of us! and yea the fact his wife was looking at, us even our Jedi.
Part of me was scared that Plo Koon was just doing it too shut-up those two twits, but he stayed in line after the Ministry of Wosius, and his wife went. I liked that.
When his turn come master Plo Koon pointing the spot on his shoulder for the tattoo not unlike most of the other us clones on the Wolfpack!
Some of us cheered. Who couldn't be happy? our Jedi was one of us! and we were having fun.
He owned the Wolfpack already, but to, put our marks on him meant some thing more.
It all felt right.
Almost perfect.
What wasn't as so right?
As I looked back at Wolffle commander was watching Master Plo Koon was redressing his shirt.
My commander was too quiet, and his look was guilty pleaser?
Those tattoo stripes on Masters Plo Koon's shoulder were the Wolfpack, but also Woffle's marks.
Wolffle's eyes were on Masters Plo Koon's every move.
I couldn't help, but to think our commander was turn on?
........................................
That was a little weird, but I could had misreading that? We all loved our Jedi.
What is wrong with me? Even in my own head that seemed wrong to think that Right?
Warthog was giving me a warning look that said 'what ever mindless thing you are thinking about don't say a word ever'. I guess Warthog knows a bad idea when he see one. I looked at other things, because if Sinker had seen me looking at Woffle like that he would knock a lump on my head.