Chapter 26: Prisoner

After Masters Tyr and Tyffix were killed, leaving their Padawans to lead, Master Plo and his Padawan received a request to take charge of the mission. It turned out that Masters Tyffix and Plo had been friends, bonding over their breathing apparatus. When her Master revealed that he'd been friends with one of them, she pretended that she hadn't instantly assumed it was the Gand. It wasn't like she was human either, but it was different. Kel Dor and Gand were naturally off putting to the human eye and that was even with the mask covering their faces. As a Cathar, she was considered to have a more attractive baseline than a human. Not that it mattered to her, but her and her Master were received differently by people. In any case, it'd been Master Yoda who'd gone to help, but it still hadn't gone perfectly.

The Sephi of Thustra had been part of the Republic until the king died and the senator went rogue, and his people eventually ended up under a military occupation. The Jedi Generals that'd gone to help ended up killed by a terrorist attack and later their senator had bragged over his having Master Yoda killed. Yoda was alive of course and the Senator was imprisoned. He hadn't planned it alone and the only person left to find was the senator's underling, Moje.

Moje, formerly associate planet representative, now wanted fugitive, was supposedly on Flax. After he and the senator had entered the whole sector into being part of the CIS, a lot of his own people had wanted to kill him. With the Flakax being hive-minded insects, they didn't see it the same way as the 'freer' species. Well, at least their Queen saw it in a different way and her workers all saw it how she told them to.

Doryn meditated on the shuttle taking her to the desert planet. It wasn't all desert, but the seas were minimal in comparison to the expanses of dry sand. Spitter was up front piloting with his helmet sat next to him. It looked like it was decorated with a crate dragon, fitting for a mission on a dust bowl. Boost was cleaning his gun, something he did as many times a day as he bathed in a month (that's to say once). Wolffe was watching Doryn whilst pretending he wasn't. She could feel it and if Boost wasn't there, she'd go curl up on him. But Boost was there, so she just let her energy soak him in. If he could feel what she was doing around him in the Force, he kept it to himself well. Doryn had spent so much of her life around Jedi that she didn't have any idea of how much non-Jedi should be able to feel of the Force around them. She knew Wolffe didn't hear the low hum when she reached into the Force generally and she hadn't asked if he could hear it when she focused specifically on him. She didn't exactly want him knowing she could do it and how often she did it. She never entered his mind. She'd only managed to do something like that maybe once with a Master helping her. She just felt disgusting afterwards. She didn't need to enter Wolffe's mind, just feel around him to make sure he was okay.

Wolffe knew Jedi could read minds, so he kept trying to think of anything else but his mind kept going back to the night he and Ryn had been able to steal the night before. Her eyes twitched a little now like her whole body had after her fourth orgasm. Her shoulders were back like they had been when she arched her back after he hit that one spot. The worst bit was the knowledge that she was still full of his cum. He had to put all of that out of his head for now. Right now she wasn't his girl but instead the Jedi he was following and would have to obey. Drawing these lines got easier for Wolffe as the months continued, though did take a bit of time. So as much as he didn't care if Boost knew, he continued to watch the Jedi meditate.

"We're landing in five." The landing place was 3 clicks from the hive it was suspected Moje had moved into. This wasn't the only precaution taken to not spook him. The other added difficulty for this mission was that they couldn't have a venator just outside of the atmosphere. That was why the ship was a slightly larger shuttle and not a simple gunship.

The landing wasn't too bad considering Spitter wasn't an ARF trooper. They'd all been assigned to the second battle of Thustra. It didn't matter, now the four of them had a job to do which involved no flying. Though, it involved lots of walking on sand. Wolffe and Boost had their extreme weather armour and Doryn was using a series of fabric wraps held together by industrial tape which disappeared under her robes. Still, Doryn's fur would be laden with fur after. She was envious of the clones and their protective armour. Even if they got covered in sand, it would come out so much easier. If only her Master had gone in her stead.

One click in and Ryn started snapping at everyone for how they stepped or breathed. Two clicks in and she was loudly declaring how she would rip her fur out or skin herself alive. Just before getting to the hive, she'd started itching, twitching and stepping weirdly. Wolffe would've found it amusing if he hadn't had the same strange feeling of anger and discomfort. It was strange in the fact that he was sure that it wasn't his own. Maybe it was a Jedi thing. Whether it was or wasn't didn't matter as they came up on the recorded location of the hive.

Moje saw them coming of course. How could he not? Three clones and a Cathar Jedi didn't exactly blend in with the Flakax populous. Doryn felt the exact moment he knew. The unshakable feeling of his sins crawling on his back and the fear that they would finally strike. Doryn realised that he wasn't the mastermind she'd been led to believe he was. Moje, former associate planet representative of Thustra, the man that had done such wrongs to his own people, was a clueless coward. Doryn hadn't even felt this level of disgust when it came to the Techno Union burning up worlds for their factories. This wasn't consuming strangers and their lands; he'd helped the Separatists consume his own people and world.

"Boost, find and disable the ships in this hive. Wolffe, Spitter, straight for him. I'll meet you along that worker trail." Doryn pointed out the walkway of hardened sand before taking off. Really, she had no idea if he'd go there, but the Force was sure that it was the place she needed to go.

As she ran, her disgust at the sand and soon-to-be prisoner only grew. Her disgust and annoyance got closer and closer to anger before she had to pause the moving meditation she was in. She didn't quite understand until she realised that she hadn't asked the Force where to go and had instead been compelled by it. It was like the Force was sick in this area. Maybe it was the planet or maybe it was something in this hive.

Wolffe went with Spitter and did as instructed without a thought as to how Ryn knew where to go. Jedi knew things and he wasn't going to question that. Like how she'd known to avoid his scar when stroking his face in bed. As they ran, they gained on him but as predicted he went up the narrow paths. Despite the risk of falling, Wolffe and Spitter kept good speed and were close to getting him until sand came flowing down over the path between the clones and their objective.

Doryn arrived at the anchor point she could feel. It was inside of one of the rooms built into the hardened sand and it sat on a desk of sorts. It was a crystal. A kyber crystal, and it was red. She didn't have time to think over it when she heard the commotion outside. She pocketed the crystal and ran before jumping to the pathway. She blocked Moje's only escape as the sand tumbled across the path. She drew her blade, leaving her shoto on her belt, and held it toward the Sephi man. "Your path ends here, coward." Doryn knew she shouldn't be so rude but it sort of slipped out.

The Sephi sneered, "Jedi." He backed away from her lightsaber all the same though. "I'm unarmed. And now your prisoner. Your laws won't let you hurt me." Doryn let out a growling hiss in return. She stepped toward him forcing him to step back and come closer to where the sand had fallen. Instead of the moving sand wall, now two clones stood with their blasters drawn. "Oh, I've killed prisoners before." She bore her teeth at him. It'd actually only been one prisoner that she'd killed. He kept managing to escape from confinement on the, once common, T6 shuttle Master Tassu had at the time. During his third close call of killing them all, the then 14-year-old Doryn had killed him. It was her first kill. Those were the ways before the clone wars.

Wolffe had no context as to what Moje had done to get such an aggressive side of Ryn, but whatever it was, he knew he couldn't be trusted. Wolffe held his blasters in place and gave Spitter a nod to continue aiming at the Sephi. "Commander." She called out, and he took it as his cue to get the cuffs out. The prisoner offered no resistance and the insect people around them acted like nothing had happened. Maybe they weren't actually capable of noticing.

They collected Boost and made the trek back to the shuttle they'd flown in on. Spitter held onto Moje until he handed him off to Boost. Wolffe had tried to check on Ryn, who was keeping herself distant, only to be met with a 'not right now' snapped in his direction. He listened to her, of course. He figured that something really bad must've happened for her to flip like that. Though, when she didn't talk to him in the shuttle and instantly locked herself in General Plo's quarters, Wolffe couldn't help but let the worry for his little tooka grow.

Something was wrong and it was something that was too much for her to trust him with. Wolffe knew it. He was just a clone. She couldn't trust him.