When Wolffe entered the bridge he found his General on the holonet talking to a few other Jedi who had their Clone counterparts behind them. He quickly crossed the space to take his place two steps behind and one to the right of his Jedi. A few confused looks were sent to him by his vod but he had his helmet on.
"The recent disasters among and near the Iridonian Zabraks will need attention." General Windu was saying. Looking at Koon, "Your Creche mate will want to be there."
Plo nodded, "I will be there as well. My troops are better trained in this situation."
{And you will keep General Kolar in line,} Wolffe thought. The Zabrak Jedi was very found of his grenades and that was not a good combination when trying to help a disaster zone. But Irionia was his home planet.
Yoda spoke up, "Development, have you?"
The small Jedi Grandmaster looked between Plo Koon and Wolffe. Koon spoke, "There is a Dathmarian Zabarak on my ship. We rescued her from Savage Oppress." There was no mention of of how. "Perhaps visiting her peoples sister planet will help her adjust."
Windu spoke, "How old is she?"
"Seventeen, almost eighteen," Koon replied calmly. "Brainwashed from the time she was three to believe that her will means nothing. That all she is good for is to fight and die for someone stronger than her." A nod, "She was a slave on Dathomir before Savage Oppress took her onto his ship and continued the process."
"Is she in the brig?" Windu asked thorough what in a non-Jedi would be gritted teeth.
"I had her assigned to quarters yesterday after a month in the brig," Koon hummed. "She is well guarded."
"Who is guarding her?" Each word was almost bitten.
"Her mate." Turning slightly as if presenting someone, "Commander Wolffe." Wolffe closed his eyes {Kill me}.