Chapter 9: Bunks
She awoke in the unfamiliar bed to the sounds of the first men getting ready. The temple was a rather communal environment but she at least had her own room which she could lock. The clones, spending their entire lives in bunks and all waking up at the same time, had no sense of privacy or being quiet as to not wake others. She'd had a wonderful dream of being held through the night. Even if he wasn't in the bed and there was no sign of a warm patch from him. Even if it truly was just a dream, she wanted to cherish the memory of how it felt. She heard some of the men in the refresher connected to their bunks. She smelt the soap given to clones as part of their basic supplies. It smelt nothing like any of them. She figured that they all bought similar body spray when they had leave. She heard one of the men complaining about his hangover whilst being teased by his brothers. She felt no weight on her thighs. Her lightsabers. The sudden realisation that they weren't attached to her made her shoot up instantly and open her eyes. Losing her own lightsaber was bad enough but her Master's was gone too. She just felt like she was going to vomit and die. She stood quickly and tugged the blanket off of the bed then threw the pillow onto the same spot the blanket had landed. She just saw an empty bed. No lightsabers. She threw the blanket and pillow back on the bed. Quickly getting herself to the ground she checked under the bed. Nowhere. "Morning, kitten." The voice was low and tired, and was accompanied by a few steps coming toward her. It didn't even take her a second to realise the next most likely place for her lightsabers to be was wherever Wolffe put them. She remembered giving into her nature the evening prior and remembered him telling her what to do with her lightsabers. She worried that there was possibly something she didn't remember fully or at all.
He'd been thankful that she'd happened to wake up while most of the boys were in the mess getting some skraan apart from the three in the refresher. As wonderful as it had been to wake up to her clinging to him, to have this woman that he knew to have such power to cuddle into him and purr like a defenceless kitten, he had removed himself from her hold. Hitting on him when she was drunk was one thing, but he had no idea how she would react to waking up next to him. Considering she'd been close to killing Fox with more alcohol than blood in her system, he didn't want to try his chances of her being hungover and surprised. He regretted it a little when she stopped purring as he left her alone in the bunk but he knew it was better than his brothers finding them together. He wanted her to stir and beckon him back to the bunk, though he knew that would never happen. At least she could push past her night of regret easier and he could hold onto the memories privately with less grilling. He moved to his own bunk and got onto work cleaning up his gun. His brothers woke and it was as if she wasn't there in their minds. Well, all apart from Wildfire who'd been the only one still awake when Wolffe fell asleep next to her. "I forgot that one was your bunk, sir." It was a comment brushed off by Corvis and Warthog who'd been getting ready to do their secret morning activities. When Sinker had joined them, he complained that they just went running but when Spitter had joined them, he said that they'd made themselves a makeshift sauna in an unused storage room. Whatever they did, they left after Wildfire's comment and it gave Wolffe the opportunity to watch her sleep. She was beautiful both from a distance and up close.
A part of him had hoped that she would look for him when she woke up. That she'd show some obvious sign of wanting to've woken up in his arms. The other part of him was glad that she wasn't upset when she'd woken up. If he'd been completely truthful, there was a third part. The part he shut out told him that he should've been what had woken her up. That he should've cherished her with a thousand soft kisses across her beautiful face and brought her out of her sleep by the will of his adoration. One night of sweet talk had turned him soft and that was the part of it that he wanted to deny most of all. Though, her frantic actions after waking up distracted him from the reality he refused to face. He hoped that he was what she was searching for in the bed. He hoped that it meant she'd stay in his arms again for however long they were alone for. He wasn't sure why he'd called her kitten but they were alone so it didn't matter much. He was suddenly glad he hadn't stayed in the bed when she snapped at him. "Where are they?" He very quickly learnt what rage looked like on her face and in her voice. He wanted to tell her anything he knew but he hadn't a clue what she meant by 'they'. His only thought was that she meant the rest of the pack. "Boost, Mortar and Sprint are in the refresher. The rest are getting breakfast." He hoped that it would satisfy her and she'd willingly return to being in his arms, where she belonged. He wanted her to come and purr against his chest again.
Her frustration grew with his words. She was honestly insulted at what she interpreted as a refusal to tell her what she wanted to know. Her scowl grew and her eyes narrowed. "My lightsabers." She hissed as threateningly as she could. "Where are they?" She approached him and jabbed at his chest with a single finger. She was so focused on threatening Wolffe that she hadn't noticed the showers turn off or the men exit. "Tell me now." She got louder and angrier with each slow word. In the entire galaxy, all she owned were those two lightsabers. Even if them being the only possessions she'd ever had wasn't enough, the crystals were semi-sentient with one of them having bonded to her almost a decade prior and been with her every single day for half of her life. The other crystal had been bonded to her Master and had done so before Doryn was born. It was the final piece of her Master that she had left. As much as she'd been against violent solutions, it was the only thing on her mind in that moment. She'd been stupid and let her guard down and this was the consequence of her naivete. Her anger consumed and distracted her to the extent that the only things that existed in her world were her lightsabers and the bastard that she thought took them. That was until she heard someone behind her laugh as he exclaimed, "If you need to get fucked that bad, I can show you a good time."
One of her hands pushed in front of her to hold Wolffe in place while the other flew behind her and Boost's back was flush with the wall. She punctuated every word she spoke with such anger that Wolffe refused to admit that this was the same girl that quietly begged him to stay with her the night prior. "Where are my lightsabers?" He was sure that the muffled sounds of her rage were audible in the mess. Boost struggled against the Force which she'd manipulated into holding him prisoner. "M-my bunk. Under my bunk." Wolffe wasn't sure if it was the hangover or the fact he was being threatened with the Force by a Jedi that made him sound weaker. Her head turned in a way that he was convinced should've broken her neck. Her tone was even more threatening than the one she'd had with the corries. "Where?" She all but shouted. Boost could only point at his bunk whilst choking on his own words. She opened both hands and her lightsabers flew to them as she released Wolffe and Boost. That was where she seemed to catch herself. She looked scared and said, "I-I'm sorry." She sounded like a petrified cadet. She left as quickly as she could without running and the four men were left with what had just happened.
Boost choked on his own, suddenly returned, breath and hunched over gagging. He almost threw up. Mortar rubbed his back while Sprint approached the commander. Even when he'd been scarred by Ventress, he hadn't had this much fear. He understood that she was struggling with her emotions and that she was as strong as any other Jedi, but he hadn't expected what had happened. Before falling asleep she'd been almost begging him to take and claim her and moments after waking up she showed that she had the power to kill him on a whim. He had no idea what he was meant to feel there outside of fear.
