|The Father We Never Had|

Background: Plo Koon and the Wolfpack are stranded on a planet where the temperatures drop below freezing at night.
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"Looks like the sun's going down, General. I don't think we can finish the repairs before nightfall." Wolffe said with a grim expression, turning to face the Jedi Master, who was standing nearby. He could already feel a chill in the air, even through his armor. The temperature was only going to drop as time went on.

Plo-Koon nodded in agreement, gesturing for the others to stop working on their damaged ship. "Then we'll have to spend the night here." He replied, uncrossing his arms. "The temperature on this planet will most likely go below freezing. We need to gather resources to make a fire if we are to survive. Commander, take Sinker and Boost with you. I'll stay here with Comet and Warthog."

"Got it, sir. We won't be long. Come on men, let's move out!" Wolffe commanded, slipping on his helmet and heading into the brush, Sinker and Boost at his heels.

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Wolffe returned around ten minutes later, carrying a decent-sized pile of twigs in his arms. He and the others made a pile in the center of their makeshift camp and soon had a fire going. As the temperatures continued to drop, the group huddled close to the fire for warmth.

Plo-Koon watched over his men silently, seeing that they continued to shiver even with the warmth of the fire. The cold was getting to them worse than he thought. "Come here, all of you." He said, breaking the silence that had gripped the air for several minutes. He beckoned for the clones to come sit next to him. "Huddling together will give us a better chance at staying warm."

The clones looked at each other, exchanging confused glances, before eventually shuffling over one by one. They cuddled up against Plo-Koon and each other in one big clone pile. It was a lot better than sitting by themselves.

If they could see Plo-Koon's face, he would've been smiling. He wrapped his arms around the clones he viewed as his children and sighed, allowing himself to rest. It was moments like these that made him grateful to have such wonderful clones.

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