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Fox x gn!Senator!Reader: Partners in Crime
[A/N]: Another old work from Quotev. I've changed the name of this chapter so many times that it's getting to me.
Summary: A Separatist attack group detonates a bomb in Coruscant's massive Senate Building, causing a frenzy among senators and staff. Not long after the bomb explodes, the Separatists manage to breach the building's security barriers and invade the government building. Commander Fox is tasked with protecting the Chancellor alongside the rest of the Coruscant Guard, but when he is separated from his squad and the Chancellor, he collaborates with the clever Senator L/N to devise a plan to drive the Seppies out of the building for good.
Warnings: None, canon-typical violence
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"Senator L/N, this is your last warning! Evacuate the building!" A clone shouted through your commlink, which lay on your desk by an overwhelming stack of datapads and reports.
"I'm on my way!" You called out. You snatched up the commlink, taking the blaster from its hiding place in your office—you’d learned the hard way that Senators like yourself had to resign to quietly arming yourselves in times of espionage, civil unrest, and Senate infighting. You were rushing out the doors of your office as another explosion shook the Senate Building. Finding no one there to either kill you or escort you to safety, you dashed down the corridor with no apparent destination but the exit. The deadly silence prodded at your rationality, urging you to lose your calm. Fear threatened to render you helpless when the sound of marching droids met your ears, so you dove into the nearest office—which just so happened to be Chancellor Palpatine's.
"Senator L/N! Are you unhurt?" Palpatine began from behind his desk, voice laced with worry. He was flanked with at least a dozen of the Coruscant Guard's finest shock troopers.
"I’m unharmed, but I heard droids in the hallways. We can't stay long." You replied.
"Well then, we must not tarry." The guards followed Palpatine out of his spacious office, only to be met by a flurry of blaster bolts. Headed by a bounty hunter, what appeared to be an entire platoon of droids trained their blasters on the Chancellor. Each of the guards returned fire, as did you, and ushered you and Palpatine towards the nearest elevator that would hopefully lower you to safety.
"Get the Chancellor!" Commander Fox commanded, hammering the elevator's down button. Beside him, you knocked down a few droids with your blaster. Finally, the doors opened, and the Chancellor toppled in, followed by the rest of the present Coruscant Guard. Fox hammered the close button with vigor, gesturing wildly for you to get in as well—but you were still under fire and were unable to make it into the elevator when the doors slammed shut.
"Senator!" Palpatine exclaimed, disappearing down into the floor below. With only you and Fox left behind, you decided that it was worth a shot to escape.
"Run for it, Fox!" You cried, evading blaster fire as best as you could while dashing down the corridor. Fox matched your pace, and you took refuge in a deserted office once again. Panting quietly, you shut the doors and barricaded them with what you could find.
"They'll be back soon." Fox mused, beginning to search the office for anything to use in defense against the number of droids and bounty hunters milling through the Senate Building.
"It's even more serious this time. The Separatists didn't just bring bounty hunters, they brought droids and even more explosives." You remarked, also searching through the office. After a long pause, you slid behind the desk and began to examine its contents. "Why don't we do something? I don't think we can just wait out the droids in this office."
"What do you think we should do, Senator? We've been separated from the Chancellor and the rest of the Coruscant Guard. This entire floor's crawling with clankers, too." Fox replied. Continuing to rummage through the desk and finding a spare commlink, an idea popped into your head.
"How about we set a trap?"
A few scrapped ideas later, you and Fox came up with a plan. The sound of muffled blaster fire continued, and time was running out.
"I think this will do fine...so, I'll comm Senators Amidala and Chuchi. I might be able to reach Mothma, too. They'll contact the rest of the Senators we can connect without showing up on the droid's channels. We'll meet at this rendezvous point—" You pointed to a room tucked away from public view in a holographic map of the Senate Building. "—Senators Amidala and Mothma will likely be armed, but we'll be outgunned. Still, we can hold our own until we can herd the droids into this plaza area, where detonators and EMPs will be rigged." Fox nodded, deep in thought.
"With all due respect, Senator—this plan seems to be a bit too daring for the likes of you. Are you sure you can contact the senators without revealing your connection to the droids?" Fox sassed. You flashed him a knowing smile.
"There's a lot you don't know about us senators, Fox." You teased with a wink. "I know I can reach Senator Amidala just fine."
"Well then, what about the detonators? I've got a few charges, but not nearly enough to wreck however many droids are in the Senate Building right now."
"We can blast our way through the armory and lay the trap."
"Also..."
"What?"
"Why haven't the Jedi arrived yet?"
"Senator Amidala, come in! I repeat, Senator Amidala! Is anyone there?" You barked into the comm, punching Padmé's comm address again, hoping to get a response. Finally, a crackling noise was heard, piquing Fox's attention from across the room where he was scrubbing away at his twin DC-17 blasters.
"This is Senator Padmé Amidala. Senator Y/N L/N, is that you?"
"I hear you loud and clear, Senator. Where are you?" You asked.
"I was on the second floor of the Senate Building when the firefight broke out. I'm...hiding in a storage closet on the second floor." Padmé hissed. "I heard a couple squads of droids pass by, but none of them noticed me.
"Do you know if the Jedi are aware of the attack?"
"I can't say. However, it doesn't appear to be so." The senator paused. "Do you know where Riyo and Mon are?" She inquired.
"I haven't got the slightest idea. I intend to comm them soon, though." You replied. "How close are you to the southernmost entrance?"
"A few corridors away."
"Each of us are going to grab all the senators we can reach and gather them there. Fox and I can acquire some charges here in the lower-level armories. We're going to rig the meeting area, where we will leave our comms on the droids' scramble setting. They won't find any of us there, just a few comms and some droid-poppers."
"Sounds like a plan Ani would come up with." Padmé replied with a giggle. "All right, I'll meet you there. I'll also try to get in touch with the other senators. Stay safe, Y/N." Padmé bid you goodbye, the commlink going dark. Stepping forward, Fox extended a gloved hand in invitation.
"Shall we?" You lugged away the heavy chaise from in front of the office doors.
"Let's go."
Upon exiting the office, you and Fox were met with little resistance—you assumed that the droids had finished sweeping the floor you were on. Checking a chrono on the corridor wall, you'd realized you'd spent upwards of ten minutes pondering in the barricaded office. Reaching the end of the deserted hallway, you and your partner in crime headed for the elevator. Unluckily for you, though, the doors hissed open to reveal an entire gaggle of B1s, headed by a Commando droid.
"Well, this complicates things..." You tsked. Blaster bolts soon began flying to and fro. Thankfully, Fox was able to down the Commando; as for you, the rest of the unlucky B1s became your prey, thus securing the elevator compartment for both of you. Beginning the next phase of your tricky operation, you tried to comm Senator Chuchi from the elevator on the network you'd called Senator Amidala with.
"Riyo, come in!" Nothing. "Riyo, I swear! This isn't about Bly and Aayla!" This time, the senator responded almost immediately.
"This is Senator Chuchi. Identify yourself!"
"This is Y/N speaking, and it should be obvious that we've got an emergency!" You repeated the plan once again, and Riyo pitched in her thoughts as well.
"I'll grab a few humanoid droids. That'll throw off the Separatists." A great clattering and clamoring of droid-speak was heard on the commlink.
"Fox, why don't we stop here and check on Senate communications? We might be able to alert the Jedi." You suggested as the doors of the elevator slid open.
He nodded in confirmation, so you continued down the corridor, blaster at the ready. You dashed into the nearest room, which was pitch-black save for an abandoned desk lamp. Whichever senator had occupied said quarters was long gone—inching closer to the desk, you noticed a slumped form on the floor—the senator had already been killed.
Backing out of the office, Fox waved you into a meeting room where you could make an attempt to contact the Jedi Temple. Both of you fiddled away at controls for a moment, messing with holos and constantly switching communications channels. It wasn't long until the sound of marching came about, though—so you had to think fast.
"Y/N!" Fox hissed, knocking you to the ground. Lying on the floor underneath the conference table, you heard a couple of droids enter the room. With Fox lying on top of you, half-straddling your hips, you prayed to the Force that they wouldn't grow suspicious of the glowing blue holos still powered on in the conference room, set to Jedi frequencies.
Fox’s body heat, radiating from his gloves and the exposed segments in his armor, bloomed over your skin as the silence dragged on, sending chills down your spine. Finally, the droids stepped out, not even bothering to check under the table or further in the conference room. You hoped Fox couldn't see your trembling and blushing from underneath that bucket of his. Thankfully, he was quick to leap off of the ground, trying to conceal his own flushed face and stuttering pulse from underneath his helmet. You quickly returned to work, trying to figure out what was going on with the Jedi communications networks.
"The droids have been doing something, probably overloading or jamming our communications. The Jedi haven't realized a single thing!" You exclaimed, hunched over rows upon rows of glowing blue Aurebesh.
"Can you contact them with your private networks?" Fox asked, raising an eyebrow from beneath his bucket.
"Sorry, but those chats are for senators only." You answered, already on your way out of the meeting room. "Come on! We've got more Senators to rescue."
After a couple of floors' worth of sweeping, you picked up Onaconda Farr, Orn Free Taa, and dozens more prominent senators. Even Mon Mothma found her own escape party of about fourteen using secret comm channels, which, once upon a time, were used for both gossip and long-distance communication over the cavernous Senate chamber.
You finally found Riyo Chuchi and Padmé Amidala waiting at the rendezvous point, and you'd also stopped by the armories while Riyo and Padmé had managed to rescue their own groups of senators.
In total, there were over one hundred senators crowded into the huge atrium and dozens more staff in the cavernous room. With the rest of the massive Senate dead, escaping, or off-world, you and Fox had done everything in your power to covertly gather the surviving senators and staff into the atrium. Everything was going all according to plan, save for the amount of senators you'd managed to rescue—it seemed to be that the reach of said secret comm channels were not as far as you had expected. Following the projected destruction of nearly all of the patrolling droids and the south atrium, there was a possibility that you and Fox would have to conduct even more rescue missions.
"Deposit your commlinks here, please." You instructed, activating your own commlink. You tried to contact the droids and bounty hunters stationed around the building. After a few tries, a Weequay bounty hunter answered the commlink.
"What do you want, senator?" The hunter spat.
"This is Senator Y/N L/N. I've gathered myself and the rest of the available senators in the southern atrium. We want to negotiate." The bounty hunter paused, then sighed.
"Do you have any guidelines for...say, a surrender of the Senate building? I would be more than happy to patch Count Dooku in..."
"Nonsense. We will settle this right here, right now, with Dooku or without." You answered sternly, shaking your head.
"Fine, then. I'll meet you there." The bounty hunter waved along his droid troops, and the final phase of the plan was set into motion.
"Y/N!" A voice called out. Appearing in the southern entrance was Chancellor Palpatine, still flanked by the Coruscant Guard as the crowd of senators and staff parted for their Supreme Chancellor. The Guard seemed to be missing a few troopers, but other than that, Palpatine appeared to be unharmed.
"Chancellor!" Padmé exclaimed. "Thank goodness you're alright." Fox immediately regrouped with his squad, waving signals frantically. The remaining troopers marched to the entrances to the southern atrium and stood guard.
"There were so many droids..." Palpatine lamented. "I'm afraid we were unable to call for reinforcements."
"Don't worry! I've got a plan, Chancellor. We've got some EMPs and charges here, along with our comms and some humanoid droids to lure the Separatists here." Fox and his comrades produced what was left of their thermal detonators and EMPs, also setting them about the plaza. "We'll be gone by then."
"But what about the droids stationed outside?" Palpatine asked. You shared a look of askance with Fox. Other droids? How did he even know that there were more outside!? The Chancellor awkwardly cleared his throat. "I saw some B1s patrolling through the window. I'm worried we won't get past them alive."
"Sir, that's what we're here for." Stone cleared his throat, gesturing towards his brothers. "We'll make sure that you get out of here alive." Fox nodded, cocking his DC-17.
"Turn on the comms, Y/N. It's time to move out." You nodded and quickly powered on all of the commlinks piled up on the plaza's floor with. Falling silent, Fox and the rest of the guard soon burst out of the Senate building, immediately attracting Separatist blaster fire. Thankfully, there were little more than B1s and a couple of B2 Supers on border patrol, leading you to the docking area where senators could be ferried to wherever they needed to go.
Casting one last look at the Senate Building, you surveyed the damage it had sustained—the droids' heavy weapons and explosives had scorched spots of the large dome, and the interior that was once elegantly and sleekly decorated was now pockmarked with blemishes made by blaster fire and scorch marks. Nearly all of its staff had been evacuated, and more were dead. You couldn't think of how many lives that had been lost at the hands of a super's wrist gun or a pirate's rifle. However, you were snapped out of your reverie when you saw a massive group of droids approach your carefully-set up trap through the towering glass doors of the Senate entrance. You grinned mischievously.
"Time to detonate the charges!" You sang, pressing the button rigged to all of the explosives, waiting for your sweet revenge.
Meanwhile, the majority of the perpetrators and droids gathered round the southern entrance, searching for where the senator's transmission had originated.
"Huh? Where are the senators?" One droid asked, looking around with confusion. Only a few moments later, the Separatists' attention was directed to the comms sitting in a heap on the atrium floor, still on and tracking the Separatist frequency.
“Oh, n—” Scattered around the room and piled near the comms were dozens upon dozens of EMPs and thermal charges, each of them bidding the Separatist perpetrators a swift but painful death by combustion or permanent deactivation. From outside the Senate Building, you locked eyes with Fox as an explosion shook the gargantuan durasteel structure. Blood-orange flames and tendrils of electricity from the remaining EMPs licked at the busted-open doors of the Senate Building, nearly all of the droids up in thick smoke and the majority of the senators evacuated.
"We did good today, right?" You beamed brightly at Fox, who in turn removed his bucket and smiled tiredly.
"Yes. Better than I had expected, Senator." Clasping his gloved hand and leaning into his shoulder, you watched on as the southern atrium burned, the Separatists left to die. The day had been won, but not without casualties.
"I couldn't have asked for a better partner in crime, Fox." You replied. He chuckled, pulling you closer.
"Me neither, Senator. Me neither.”
Fun fact: This oneshot was initially labeled as platonic when I first published it (years ago). I’m not sure what I was thinking when I said this was platonic. Must be the sleep deprivation talking.
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Wolffe x f!Officer!Reader: One and Only
[A/N]: Bullying sucks, and for some reason, a lot of anti-bullying campaigns seem to make bullies nastier. I can't say if those campaigns succeeded, though, because I feel like the term 'bully' itself has been beaten to death. This oneshot is an edited, old work that I had deleted a few years ago. My younger self wrote this hoping for a cathartic escape from my past experiences with bullies. If it's a little overdone, that's why - but I hope some of you know what it was like, too. I hope you got the support you needed during those times, but if you didn't, I genuinely hope you will, sooner better than later.
Summary: Y/N, a naval officer spending most rotations on a Venator-class star destroyer, has loved and cherished Commander Wolffe as a partner for months now. They've always managed to stay in touch and pretty much nothing could break their bond—that is, other than the scathing comments of the critical and envious.
Warnings: Bullying and self-esteem issues.
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"Ugh! How did Y/N ever get promoted to naval officer? She’s such a bitch ," A voice hissed from beyond the steel corridor of the Venator-class star destroyer, namely, the Reverence.
"It's unbelievable! And they say she's Commander Wolffe's girlfriend." Another voice added.
From the far end of the hallway, you sighed, keeping your eyes glued to your datapad. The snide comments of gossipy subordinates and snarky superior officers were starting to eat away at what little confidence you held onto. The fact that they'd even mentioned Wolffe twisted their dagger-like insults into the very flesh of your psyche.
Taking a sharp left into the control room, you wished that their eyes could refrain from boring straight into your back and following your bowed head past the glowing table to where the Admiral stood.
"Admiral." He nodded in acknowledgement of your entrance.
"L/N. Have you received word from General Koon about our strategy for the offense?"
"I just received the transmission, sir. I came to inform you that he has approved our strategy and is willing to put it to the test." You answered, handing him your datapad.
"Thank you, officer. You may go now." You nodded and strode right out of the room and right into a gaggle of medbay nurses—civilians from a volunteer corp, terribly patronizing and unbelievably annoying—who immediately scattered, tittering with laughter.
"Maker, I’m so glad I don’t have to wear the Navy uniform. Y/N L/N takes the olive out of olive-drab." One of the medbay nurses remarked as the group disappeared down the corridor, your full name rolling off of her tongue harshly, each syllable pronounced in repulsive mockery. You instinctively clutched your datapad, focusing on the deep black of space from outside the Reverence. Somewhere out there, Wolffe is waiting for me, you thought to yourself. Let's hope he hasn't forgotten about me.
Somewhere, several systems away, Commander Wolffe ducked into a canvas tent. The sound of LAATs soaring overhead, the revving of speeder bikes, and overall commotion filled his ears—but he paid no attention to the din as he quickly punched a code into his holoprojector. After a few minutes of dialing, a familiar blue hologram finally appeared in the palm of his hand.
“Wolffe?" Your voice, although crackling with signal static, was music to Wolffe's ears.
"Y/N!" He smiled for the first time in days, the smile reaching his eyes that had become shadowed from many sleepless nights. "How’s work on the Reverence?" You shook your head.
"Well, it's been a lot like the usual." You answered, sighing. You didn’t feel like lying to Wolffe anymore—’good’ just didn’t sum up your experience at all. "I don't think a whole lot of people like me on this ship." Wolffe's smile immediately disappeared.
"What makes you think that?"
"It's just...I always hear this mechanic or that nurse talking behind my back. It's like they don't bother to hide it anymore." You rambled. "I hate it. I wish they'd issued me a bucket like yours to wear so I wouldn't have to show my face in front of a bunch of people who absolutely detest my ugly face!" You clenched your fists, making wrinkles in your olive-drab uniform pants.. Watching you hold back tears, Wolffe solemnly wished that he could be physically present to comfort you and hold you in his arms.
"Y/N..." He averted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head. "I wish I could just tell all of those di'kuts to stop—"
"Wolffe, you don't have to." You interrupted him, expression caught between twisted despair and an apologetic smile. "I'm used to it, but all of this bantha shit gets to me sometimes." Wolffe chuckled quietly, sending butterflies fluttering into your stomach.
"I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, Y/N. I promise we'll be together soon." His eyes were sincere, despite his cybernetic eye. As he spoke, Sinker poked his head into the canvas tent.
"Commander? We're still waiting on bacta. Do you really think we should consider buying bacta from the locals?" The clone inquired, jerking his thumb to where the medical tent was pitched.
"They know that we can't tell the difference between real bacta and watery jelly..." Wolffe grumbled. "Give me a moment." Sinker ducked back out of the tent, and Wolffe returned to his call.
"What was that about?" You inquired, cocking your head in questioning.
"Sorry Y/N, Sinker just popped in with a question." Wolffe paused, thinking quickly. "Say, Y/N. We're running out of bacta at the camps, but the locals cultivate and sell it. I don't know if we should buy it, 'cause we don't know if it's legitimate or not, and if it's actually medical grade." You pondered for a moment, searching your memory for whatever had been scribbled into the reg books of years past about Wolffe's particular dilemma.
"Hmm...what you can do is check samples of the bacta they sell to make sure it's legit. Real bacta has a thin but slimy consistency, like that of sticky porridge rations, you know what I mean? Make sure it isn't watered down.” You stated. “Oh, and the preferred kind of bacta that we typically use is mostly clear or tinged blue from the added drugs. It should also have a certain smell, kind of pungent because of the bacteria cultures in it but also kind of like the chemical additives it contains."
Wolffe listened intently as you listed the specifications of medical-grade bacta. He enjoyed hearing you talk, especially about something you were well-versed in or passionate about—he could see the admiration glimmering in your eyes, and what confidence you had finally began to show itself. You could read him a whole reg book and he’d be riveted.
"So, as long as it meets the requirements for standard bacta, you can buy it. As long as it doesn't cost an LAAT and a few DC-15s, I guess." You concluded with a quiet chuckle.
"That's all I need to know, Y/N. You're a life-saver, I mean it." Wolffe answered with a sincere smile. He clambered off of the munitions crate he had been using as a seat and shifted his gaze to the commotion outside of his little canvas nook. From within the hologram, you saluted.
"No problem, Wolffe. I'll see you around, I guess."
"I'll be with you as soon as I find time, Y/N. I promise." Wolffe murmured, eyes softening.
"I'll be waiting."
Wolffe did end up striking up a bargain with the planet's natives, heading back to the camp with crates full of bacta. He'd memorized your instructions from the beginning to the end—check the viscosity, the color, and the smell. With your trusty advice, Wolffe inspected the bacta carefully with his medics.
"This is some good bacta." One of the medics whistled, hauling the last of the load into the rather haphazardly set up medical tent. “How much did you say you bought it for, Commander?” Ducking under the coarse fabric, Wolffe nodded in agreement and replied absentmindedly, thoughts wandering to the many misfortunes that could have unfolded had you not been there to guide him.
Many, many parsecs away, you gazed at the stars through thick transparisteel with forlorn eyes. Your many tormenters—one of which included your own conscience—taunted you, but their voices became muffled as you diverted your focus to a different, more uplifting hypothetical, wondering on about the pit of shame you would have been wallowing in had Wolffe not picked you up out of the pile of bantha shit you'd gotten yourself into simply by introducing yourself to a crew that wished you'd never existed.
Every minute he had to spare, he was attempting to patch through a transmission in hopes of cheering you up. He could have picked anyone to surrender his love to—someone more beautiful, more confident—but he had to pick you.
"Officer L/N. The Admiral wants you on the bridge." One of the OODs' voices crackled onto the comm on your sleeve, snapping you out of your star-studded reverie. Peeling your eyes away from the glimmering beauty of space, you dashed for the elevator.
"Tell him that I'll be there in a few." You called out while slipping into the lift. The door opened to the command bridge, where the admiral stood admiring the vacuum of deep space as you had a couple of floors below.
“L/N." He began. "General Koon has informed me that the offensive against Separatist blockades has succeeded. Moderate to minimum damage and little casualties." Excitement began to bubble from within you. "He states that no other officer could have created an attack plan as brilliant and niche as yours, L/N. He considers you to be one of his best tacticians."
"I am honored to receive such praise from General Koon, Admiral. I only consider this a part of my duty as a strategic officer."
"You certainly should be, L/N. This assault was one of our campaign's most successful by far. We have scheduled shore leave in two rotations, L/N. Keep up the good work." With a curt nod, you pivoted on your heels and exited the bridge.
Every inch of Wolffe's body was tingling with electric excitement. He couldn't possibly wait a second longer until he could finally hold you in his arms, unlike the incorporeal hologram he'd been speaking to for endless rotations. As the Reverence entered the atmosphere and his ship neared the hangar's tractor beams, he felt as if he could feel your Force signature on the ship, even though he wasn't Force-sensitive.
The ship slowed to a stop, backing into the hangar bay. Wolffe was quick to jump down the ramp and onto the hangar, much to the surprise of his brothers and commanding officer still on board.
"Are you in a rush, Commander?" Quipped said commanding officer. The Kel Dor Jedi was making his way down the ramp, watching amusedly as Wolffe searched the bustling hangar for what seemed to be nothing in particular.
"Yeah, where are you going so quickly?" Comet inquired, appearing from within the ship with Sinker and Boost on his heels. "Maybe he's looking for his girlfriend ," he whispered to the two, who cast knowing, side-eyed glances at each other.
You were cloistered away in your office, agonizing over several datapads and a rather large and complicated star map. Anxiously running a hand through your hair, your eyes flitted from one barrage of glowing blue Aurebesh to another.
"Our campaign, our offensive." You muttered frantically. "I can feel the dark circles under my eyes growing." You pulled up yet another intricate star map, this time depicting a different sector. "Intel says there's a blockade here, here, and here...there, too..."
Your thought process had already been set into motion as you first inspected the loose estimates of the Separatist numbers. Then, according to that, you instinctively began to formulate the optimal course of action—after months of long nights of studying for exams and even longer nights of strategizing aboard the Reverence and formerly the Triumphant, formulating battle strategies like so had become second nature to you.
"The last two-pronged 'bident' attack might have been successful upon deployment of the Y-wings, but can we really guarantee the success—or predict the failure—of a Y-wing bombing run or a Torrent fighter attack?" You mused.
"Oh my Force, she's back at it again..." You heard a fellow naval officer groan from across the office. “Karking hell, shut the kriff up!”
"Back again at what, exactly?" A familiarly gruff voice nearly made you trip over your abandoned desk chair from standing up so quickly. The big-mouthed officer from the other side of the office shut himself up immediately, standing ramrod straight and saluting stiffly. Prying your eyes away from the star maps, you saw the most welcome sight of all—Wolffe, tossing his helmet to the ground with a clatter as lurched over your desk to cup your face in his warm, gloved hands. You shimmied around your closet-like office space to throw your arms around his neck, closing in for a passionate and well-deserved kiss, filled with all of the emotions that had lost themselves in all of the sleepless nights you'd spent apart.
"You don't know how happy I am to see you again." You breathed, melting in his embrace. Admiring the facial features that had been the object of ridicule by your bullies, Wolffe showed an air of concern at the dark shadows making themselves prominent under your drained-looking eyes.
"You don't look too good, mesh’la. Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"Sleep can wait when an entire fleet is at risk." You answered, slipping out of his arms and making your way out of the office. You sat yourself back down at your cluttered desk, putting your head in your hands. Wolffe opted to lean against the doorframe.
"I heard from General Plo that your strategy was a success." Wolffe began. "He thinks very highly of you, Y/N."
"And so I've heard." You droned sardonically, peering at the clone commander from over your hands. "The Admiral told me all about it. How was your ground campaign?"
"Well, your advice worked wonders for our medical team. Your instructions alone saved dozens of good men out there, Y/N."
"I'm just doing my job, Wolffe. It's all in a day's work. Any other borderline competent naval officer could have told you how to buy bacta." You replied. Wolffe sighed, taking a seat atop your desk and grasping your hands.
"You've gotta be bluffing. I can't think of any other officer who takes control of a situation like you do."
"Really? I'm not that special."
"Are you kidding me, Y/N? Have you really been listening in on whatever those grunts are saying? Look at you." Wolffe released your hands and reached over to let a hand graze over your cheek. "Look at the wit in those eyes. You're smarter than what you give yourself credit for." Before Wolffe could continue, your comm chirped.
“Officer L/N speaking,”
"Officer?" The Admiral’s voice made you jump. "I wanted you to know that General Koon and I have put in a good word for you on the subject of promotion to a higher rank that is to be determined."
"Really?" You sat up in your office chair, staring incredulously at your comm.
“Congratulations, L/N. Keep up the good work.”
"Need I say more?" Wolffe cast you a lopsided smile, eyes twinkling. "You're one of a kind, Y/N. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." He pulled you in for a kiss.
"One of a kind, huh?" You mumbled into the kiss.
"That's right." Wolffe firmly believed that there wasn't a single person in the galaxy that could compare to you. Your ingenuity, astuteness, and acuity illuminated the black-and-white, never-ending crusade he had been born into.
“You’re my one and only.”
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Terry McGinnis was born on August 18, 2023.
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i saw this image and had a vision through semi-delusional sleepiness