Here we have our first non 501st Clone, but who can resist the grumpy charms of Commander Wolffe? As suggested by soveryradical, and fulfilled because the Wolfpack and Plo Koon hold a special place in my heart. (I am fully onboard with the idea that Plo absolutely raises his men like they're his children.) This takes place in Ahsoka's early years of the War, so she's still very young and learning.

(I still own nothing) and I hope you enjoy!


Commander Wolffe had spent a little less than three days in the company of one Ahsoka Tano, and he already felt that he owed Captain Rex several rounds at 79's the next time both companies were back on Coruscant.

In the field, Ahsoka was a well oiled machine of droid demolition and constant ideas to keep her men safe. He rather enjoyed watching her work, and admired her comfort in the heat of battle.

Being stuck on a ship was an entirely different story. She was impatient, asked too many questions, bothered and distracted the men from work or training, and she spent far more time grabbing snacks from the mess than he'd anticipated. She was a child, no more than a youngling despite the fact she'd saved he and his men's lives a handful of time. At only a little over 14 years old, She was not only a child, but a child with an snarky streak a klick wide and that in itself was terrifying.

"Wolffe!" speaking of the little firecracker. "Hey- have you seen Master Plo anywhere? He told me to meet him on the bridge but he wasn't there and I was wondering if you'd seen him?" She gazed up at him expectantly, her eyes too wide, too trusting to be the same kid that had easily cut through the enemy.

He could almost hear his General's words in his head. "Commander, I have a very important, very quick mission to run. Let Little 'Soka know I won't be able to meet her. Also, I would appreciate it if you kept her busy for the day…though her intentions are good I am afraid she has a nose for trouble. If she doesn't find it, I'm sure it will find her."

"The General was called away on a last minute mission, he's set to be back by the end of the day. Until then, you'll be accompanying me as I go about my duties. The General suggested this might help you understand what is expected of you as a Commander." He didn't consider himself a particularly soft man, but the way her face dropped when he told her the General was gone was nearly enough to make him want to comfort the child. Nearly. "A pout is unlikely to inspire confidence in your men."

This only furthered her pouting, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine."

He raised a brow, a frown falling easily onto his features. "Fine?"

"Fine, Sir?" shot back the young girl with a slight sneer.

Great. he thought to himself. I've ticked her off. "Your attitude is the problem, not the protocol."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. Of course she would. Eye rolling was a direct sign of disrespect, but it was one Wolffe couldn't do anything about since his eyes were rolled so often it was joked that one of these days they would just fall out of his head. He'd found after those sort of jokes it was always amusing to pop out the cybernetic one, maybe not appropriate, but amusing. None the less, he now realized that he was now stuck dealing with a grumpy teenager, great.

He decided his best chance was acting like he was unaware she was upset. "We got a new batch of rookies in from Kamino, and they haven't been able to train with a Jedi yet. Let's see how they manage."

She perked up at this. Apparently even combat training was a place of comfort for the strange child. "I can do that." Wolfe decided it was no easier to understand the Jedi younglings than it was the Masters.

"I know, that would be why I said I'd bring you. Come on, the rookies get stressed when the schedule isn't exact and the last thing I need is a panic attack because we're thirty three seconds late." He set off, and she bounced into step beside him, mood having made a complete 180 from the pouts and 'fines' of less than a minutes ago. And I thought the dealing with the Shinnies was like raising kids, this is almost too much.

"So what do you wanna do? Regular drills in squad formation with me as the point, or basic 'this is a lightsaber- this is a jedi- they are a different species than you sometimes and that's ok- the force is a thing and they use it without asking but it will keep you from falling to your death-' "

"Something like that." muttered Wolffe. He could feel a headache coming on. Not only did he owe Rex a few drinks, The General owed him quite a few as well.

Ahsoka let out a heavy sigh. "That was the most noncommittal answer you could have given."

"I could have ignored you." he snapped back, scowling in her direction. She stuck her tongue out in reply, and before he could decide if he was going to wring her neck or quit his job, they'd reached the training gym.

They'd only been sent one squad of rookies, only 6 men, and as soon as the two commanders entered the room they scrambled to attention. "At ease men. This is Commander Tano of the 501st Legion. She usually serves under General Skywalker, but she's going to be with us for a few days. Since General Koon is on a mission she agreed to help out with training, that way you can get used to working with a Jedi."

"She looks like a tiny General Ti!—" blurted one of the troopers, which caused one of the others to snicker while the other four just stood awkwardly. Wolfe tried to resist, he really did, but his eyes seemed to roll of their own accord.

Wolffe had expected Ahsoka to get embarrassed, angered or upset- really any sort of switch to childlike offense. He was surprised, albeit pleasantly, when she was in 'professional' mode. "Well, Maser Ti and I are both Togrutan, and we have similar coloring so I can see how that would make sense. How are you boys gonna handle switching from dealing with us Togrutans to Master Plo?" She flashed a quick grin before moving into the lesson.

He stood back and let her talk to the men. She was good with them, he could appreciate that. It's just when she's on her own time she's a kid he decided finally. On the Republic's time she's a soldier, on the Jedi's time she's a padawon, her time is the only time she gets to just act her age…and that's the smallest amount of time.

Wolffe was content to lean against the wall and watch her teach and interact with the men. After a short explanation she had the squad running drills against the training droids, she would hop in and out as needed. Yelling commands, giving suggestions and throwing out praise if earned. She was a refreshing change of pace from the Clone Commander's constant screams and same voices, but she also was unafraid to hit the rookies with the butt of her lightsaber if they got too close to the 'Jedi Circle' in the front.

If I just keep her on official business all day, this would be a dream. Despite his wishes, he somehow didn't see that working out all too well.

He straightened up, nodding to Ahsoka. She took the hint and shut off the training droids. "Hit the showers, you'll be joining the rest of Wolfpack for lunch in the mess and then full company training. Head out." They scampered off, looking tired but not in some state of emotional turmoil.

She cracked her neck, hooking her saber back to her belt as she came over to where he was standing. "They're a good bunch, but if they keep pushing the front you're never going to make any progress besides Master Plo trying to have personal moments with all of them to tell them how much they mean to him and how precious they are."

The corners of his mouth tugged up. "Oh yeah?"

"If they're close enough to hit the end of my lightsaber- then they're within hugging range, which means Master Plo can and will hold them and teach them some life lesson." she shrugged. "Or they'll lose a limb, it could go either way depending on how occupied you all are."

"We'll make sure they're not creeping forward, they'll just have a vet as a first though, so they don't have to worry about working directly behind the General unless we lose a lot more men than I'm willing to."

"They'll do fine. They know their training well enough not to bug the other men, but they're still open enough to learning to take in new ideas." She looked on proudly as the freshly cleaned men threw up a quick solute as they passed on their way to the mess.

"You're pretty good with the men, but, I hope you're better with reports because they'll need their initial training report filled out and Captain Rex told me that General Skywalker expects you to fill out your own 'transfer of duties' form about your time here at the 104th Battalion, since you're here on GAR business, not Jedi." He watched her grin fall and the pout find its way back onto her features.

Ahsoka sighed, slumping forward with a huff. "I hate desk work."

"Well, it won't be desk work, since I'm rather partial to my desk. Hope you like 'chair beside the desk work'."

"I'm going to go get a snack first-" Wolffe cut her off immediately.

"No, you're not. If you go now, you're just going to get distracted and end up talking to the men instead of eating or doing your work. We'll eat after you finish."

She groaned, a bit over dramatically if you asked him. "But I'm hungryyyyyy!"

"Then you best get your work done quickly, Little 'Soka."

"Where did you hear that?" demanded Ahsoka sharply, hunger forgotten for embarrassment and a bit of anger as her headsails flushed a deeper blue.

Wolffe rolled his eyes. He didn't try not to, he just let it happen. "The General talks about you a lot, and anytime you come up it's 'Little 'Soka this-' and 'Little 'Soka that'. Some of the other men thought he was talking about a daughter, eventually they figured out it was you and not some illegitimate child he was hiding." the dry tone he always used hid the hint of humor he found in all this.

Now she just looked embarrassed. "Yeah, he's called me that ever since he first found me…I thought I'd grow out of it but apparently not."

He snickered. "Soaking wet, I'd bet you weight less than my armor, and you have trouble making eye contact with me because you have to crane your neck up. I don't think you've grown out of anything. I'm curious, on deployment can you even reach the hand grips?"

"I have work to do, thank you." huffed the girl before she turned on her heels and stormed down the hall.

Wolffe resisted the urge to laugh, but kept his tone even when he called after her. "My office is the other direction 'Little Soka."


I hope I did Wolffe justice. Honestly I love his grumpyness, but I also feel like he has a very dry sense of humor that I wanted to incorporate and I just hope I did him justice. For those wondering I know for a fact I want to do Fives and Rex soon, not quite sure on plot ideas yet, so suggestions are appreciated. Tell me what you think, let me know what you want and hopefully I won't let you down!

Thank you so much for reading, please leave a review!

~GettingTraught