Summary: this is just my take on what happened when Wolffe got taken by the Seppies and Ventress yoinked away his eye. Plo is not happy with her at all. This is unrelated but I need to say that ever since I saw someone else headcannoning Aroace Wolffe, I immediately agreed. Wolffe is Aroace, spread the word.

Wolffe fired shot after shot at the droids. There were just so many of them, and he was surrounded on all sides. He was filled with anger. Only minutes earlier, he had around ten brothers to back him up, but they were all gunned down by those stupid clankers. He took a few down, but got shot a few times in return. Eventually, he collapsed, unable to fight any longer.

The commanding droid looked down at him. "Do we take prisoners?"

"Uh...I don't think so," another one replied. It raised his gun at him, and Wolffe stared down the barrel resignedly. He was going to leave his vod, his general, everyone, all alone. And he was going to be lying helplessly on the ground with no one to help him.

The droid was about to pull the trigger before a red lightsaber cut it down. Oh great. A Sith. Wolffe couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing.

"Now, now, boys, not so fast," a female voice chuckled. It was Ventress. "We need this one to...help us a little bit. He has important information that he'll be telling us."

You can try, was the last thing Wolffe thought before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Le time skip

Wolffe blinked his eyes open to find himself chained up in a Separist jail cell. This is just great.

"Well, he wakes!" Ventress smirked at him. "Now let's talk business."

Wolffe spat at her. "No."

"I think you'll find I'm very persuasive," Ventress's smirk grew.

And so the torture began.

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"General, have you seen the commander?" Boost asked, saluting him.

Plo's head shot over to him. "Has he not come back yet?"

Boost shrugged. "I don't know, Sinker and I are looking for him now."

Plo stood up. "I will help you with your search."

The three asked around, but no one knew where he was.

Plo sighed, sitting down. "This is very troubling. We do know where the main Separatist base of Ryloth is, correct?" (yes I know the 104th wasn't on Ryloth, but it's already in this story and it's too late to back out now wHoOpS)

"Yes sir, but," Sinker hesitated. "It's on the other side of the planet. It will take a while to get there, and we don't know exactly where it is."

Plo thought about their options for a moment. "We will take a small team to rescue him and the others that might be with him."

Boost looked surprised. "Sir, it's not like I don't want to do this, but we need troops here to help the Twi'leks."

Plo nodded. "I know, Boost. We have enough troops to be able to defend the Twi'leks here and help the commander there, considering the 212th is helping us. I will alert Master Kenobi and Commander Cody; we will leave first thing tomorrow."

"Yes sir!" The two saluted him before walking out.

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Wolffe wasn't sure how long it had been until Ventress stopped whipping him. He was barely aware she had even stopped at all.

"Now," she hissed. "Give me the location of every Republic base and medical station."

Wolffe gasped for breath before raising his head to meet her eyes defiantly. "What makes you think I know this? I'm just a clone, I'm not important."

"You are a commander, aren't you?" Ventress mocked him. "Even though you're a clone, they'd tell you something."

Wolffe grit his teeth. "Even if I knew anything, I wouldn't ever tell you."

Ventress curled her lip. "Let's see how you think after a little more pain." This time she left the droids to do her dirty work, and Wolffe couldn't tell which was worse. A droid cut a small knife into his skin, and his screams echoed throughout the whole base.

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Plo sighed, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor as he explained to Obi-Wan what he would do.

Obi-Wan thought for a moment. "We have enough troops to modify our plan when you leave."

Cody had stayed quiet the whole time, but his eyes showed just how furious he was that Wolffe was either dead or captured.

Plo dipped his head in thanks. "We will be leaving first thing tomorrow. Thank you, Master Kenobi."

Plo, Boost, and Sinker stood up to leave. They started to walk out, but Cody caught Boost's arm. "You'll bring him back, right?" Cody searched Boost's face for reassurance.

Boost swallowed. "Yeah. Well get him back. We have to."

Cody didn't let him go. "Promise me," he said desperately. Wolffe was his batchmate, so they were much closer than just brothers.

Boost took a deep breath. "I promise. We-we'll bring him home."

Cody released him. "Thank you."

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Wolffe had lost track of how much time had passed since he was brought here. Hours, days, months? All he knew was that no one was going to come for him. After all, he was just a clone. The general would just carry on with the mission then find a replacement from Kamino. Easy. He'd forget about Wolffe soon. Ventress reminded him every day, but it's not like he didn't already know this. And even if they did come for him, which was highly unlikely, he'd just be decommissioned. Wolffe shuddered. He'd heard about what happened when you were decommissioned, a faulty clone that wasn't useful anymore. He didn't even want to think about it.

He weakly looked up as Ventress walked in. "Are you ready to to comply now, clone?" She sneered.

Wolffe coughed. "I'll never tell you anything, Separatist scum."

Ventress hit him hard with the hilt of one of her lightsabers in his stomach, and he coughed up blood. "Oh, you will. Eventually."

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Plo could tell how nervous and angry Boost and Sinker were. They, along with about three-fourths of the Wolfpack, were infiltrating a heavily guarded base with barely any idea of what they were going to find. On the other hand, they'd taken Wolffe and that pissed them off to no end. Plo knew for a fact that he wasn't dead; he could feel the clone's presence in the Force, which got stronger the closer they flew. That was his main reassurance that they could do this.

Plo decided that this had to be a stealth mission, seeing as he didn't know what lie in wait for them. The remaining troopers would be there for cover fire and a quick escape.

Plo hoped that more troopers who were missing were just hostages, not dead, but his gut told him otherwise.

He just wished they could fly faster. Wolffe needed him.

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It had become a routine for Wolffe. Ventress came in, he refused to tell her anything, then he was tortured until he passed out. They also never fed him, so that definitely helped. It was different almost every time. Blades, punches, electrostaff, whips. After that they'd poorly heal him so he wouldn't die, but he'd still be in maximum pain.

Wolffe was sure it had been at least a week. He was positive that no one was coming back for him. He just hoped that his brothers were safe, even if they couldn't help him.

This time, it was Greivous who came in. Wolffe tried to calm his breathing, don't show fear, don't show any signs of weakness, DON'T-

"So," Greivous sneered, coughing slightly. "This is the one who won't open his mouth. Just another clone. Dooku's apprentice was doing something wrong; you are clearly easy to break." He fell into a coughing fit.

"I'm not telling you anything," Wolffe growled.

"We'll see about that," the general plunged his claws into Wolffe's stomach, and he screamed. Greivous snatched up a whip from one of the droids and hit his back over and over and over. One, two, three, four...fifteen... eventually, he lost count and, like every other time, passed out from the pain. General ... help ... please.

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Plo sat away from his troops, meditating. He was reaching out for Wolffe, anything that could help him find his commander. He heard a distant scream, and his eyes snapped open. No one else seemed to hear it, so Plo assumed he'd heard it through the Force. He centered himself again, focusing. It took a few hours, but he heard a faint, "General ... help ... please," accompanied my an image of part of a Separist cell. Wolffe...don't worry son, I'm coming for you, he vowed to himself.

"Sir," Sinker saluted. "We are about two hours away from our destination."

Plo nodded to him. "Thank you Sergeant."

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By now, Wolffe couldn't even lift his head. Ventress walked in, with no sign of General Greivous. Thank the Force he's not here.

"Greivous had some more pressing matters to deal with than one useless clone," Ventress sneered. She sounded far away, as if she were underwater. She stepped closer, igniting her lightsaber. "So I can do whatever I want."

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Plo was the first to step off the ship. The Separatists hadn't even tried to hide their base. It was a huge fortress with droids guarding all entrances. Plo examined, then he, Boost, Sinker, and Comet came up with a plan.

"I will take out the droids on this wall right here–" Plo pointed. "Then you three will follow me with your grappling hooks. Follow me, and whatever you do, do not get separated from the rest of the group. Comet, as we go along, you and Boost will be setting charges to blow this place when we get out." He turned to the rest of his troops. "You will be lookouts, cover fire, and help us with a quick escape if necessary. Don't stray from the plan; I don't want any casualties with this mission." It was unlikely that absolutely no one would die, but then again, this was a stealth mission with only four going inside the base. "May the Force be with you all."

Plo snuck around to the east side of the base, jumping silently on top of the wall, before slicing the two droids to bits with one strike. He crouched down, before signaling to his small team to climb. They did that, and the four snuck across the wall, jumping back down when they'd passed the troops near the main entrance. They darted in a random hallway, the door shutting behind them.

They were met by a dozen droids, and Plo took most of them out easily, leaving one or two for his men. Comet placed an explosive near the door when they'd destroyed all the clankers.

They ran on for a while, Plo's instincts leading them to a dark hallway.

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Wolffe shrank away from the saber wordlessly. Ventress smirked, seeing his terror. "Tell me what I need to know, NOW."

Wolffe was trembling all over. Weak. "I'll never betray the Republic. Ever."

Ventress sighed, feigning sadness. Then, faster than Wolffe could even comprehend, she raised her lightsaber and slashed his right eye out. He screamed, already slipping into unconsciousness, from Greivous's claws in his stomach, the whip marks in his back, and now this. The last thing he heard was an alarm and Ventress cursing as she rushed out of the room.

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Plo froze for a half second when he heard the scream, before darting down the hallway. Wolffe. He dimly realized that alarm was ringing. A droid had probably seen him, or maybe he'd triggered something running to Wolffe. He didn't care, and neither did Boost, Sinker, or Comet. He slowed down slightly. Calm yourself, Plo, he took deep breaths until his anger wasn't taking over him anymore.

Eventually, they came across a cell that Plo's instincts told him was where Wolffe was. (F in the chat for that wack sentence idk how to english)

Plo cut open the door, and they burst in to see Wolffe hanging limply in chains, arms above his head, one eye missing, and not a spot on him without blood. Plo felt his heart shatter for his not-son. Sinker and Comet gasped, and Boost was trembling with rage beside him.

Plo slashed the chains with one stroke from his lightsaber. Wolffe collapsed, and the Jedi caught him as gently as he could. Plo gingerly picked him up and ran out of the cell, the other three clones following him.

They were apprehended a few times by droids, but they took the clankers down easily. By now, Comet and Boost were carelessly tossing explosives wherever, not caring how secretive they were.

They burst out the doors and Plo used the Force to jump back onto the wall, then again used the Force to help Sinker, Boost, and Comet up.

As they were running, Wolffe woke up. "G-General?" He coughed.

"It's alright Commander, you're safe now," Plo did his best to assure him as they ran.

They didn't have to run for very long until they came across the rest of the Wolfpack that was there. Plo knew that the Separatists wouldn't be far behind, so he gestured for the ships to prepare to take off, and the five boarded one.

A medical droid walked up, and Plo gently placed him on a table. As they flew away, Plo could hear the ships firing at the Separatist troops that tried to stop them from escaping.

LE TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY PERRY THE PANDA PILLOW PET
RIP PERRY YOU WILL BE MISSED

It was a long ride back across Ryloth. The medics had worked long and hard to make sure Wolffe survived. Neither Plo, Sinker, or Boost had left his side.

A medical droid had come out after multiple tests with a list of his injuries. Whip marks, aftershocks from electrocution, internal bleeding, busted ribs, deep wounds in his stomach, cuts from a small blade, and even a few lightsaber wounds, not to mention his slashed out eye. Plo felt sick after
the droid was finished. How dare they do this to his son?

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It was a hallucination. It had to be, because how else would he explain was happening right now. He knew General Koon wouldn't come back for him, not just one soldier. A crippled one at that. He knew that the alarms going off was fake. He knew the familiar sight and sound of a lightsaber was fake. He knew the distant feel of someone carrying him gently was fake. He knew the sight of a Kel Dor's face above his face, filled with kindness, was fake. He knew that being laid on a table for examination and healing was fake. He knew the medics and droids running tests on him was fake. He knew the blurry sight of his two brothers staring at him in exhausted concern was fake. But then why did it feel so real?

Wolffe blinked open his eyes, coughing. Fake-Sinker's head shot up. "Wolffe!" He cried, engulfing Wolffe in a hug. Wait...was this real? He felt his hallucination's arms around him, but you couldn't feel hallucinations. Right? Wolffe hoped so.

Maybe-real-Boost joined the embrace. "We thought we lost you, vod."

Wolffe grinned at them, now positive they were real. "G-glad to be back." He silently cursed himself for stuttering. They talked for a while; or rather, Sinker and Boost chattered nonstop to try and cheer him up while he sat quietly smiling and listening to them.

They finally landed, and Wolffe had fallen back asleep, but not before talking about his main fear to his general.

Very quick flashback

"General?" Wolffe whispered, drugged up and half-asleep.

"What is it, Wolffe?" The General's hand was on his shoulder reassuringly.

"Why are you trying to heal me?" Wolffe had tears in his eye by then.

General Koon looked shocked. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Cause," Wolffe took a shaky breath. "Th-they're just gonna decommission me anyway. I lost an eye, they don't want to fix that, I'm worthless now." Wolffe's entire body was shaking by now. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave his brothers, his general, everyone behind.

Plo's hand on his shoulder tightened slightly. "I will never let that happen." He vowed with such conviction that Wolffe started to believe, maybe just a little bit, that he'd be okay.

He started to drift away. "Thank you," he coughed, before he was out like a light.

Flashback over

Plo was furious, but he was good at hiding it. How dare the Kaminoans, the Senate, decommission the clones when they sustained injuries like they were just property that they could easily dispose of without remorse? And for what? Because they didn't feel like paying a little extra for human beings to survive? Plo was just about ready to storm Kamino and teach those stupid longnecks a lesson. Revenge is not the Jedi way, patience, Plo repeated the Jedi code and it's basic rules in his mind before he calmed down.

Wolffe was taken into a medical tent, where they'd perform surgeries and all that for his internal bleeding, and also stitch up his other wounds.

Cody ran up to them almost as soon as they stepped off the ship. "Is he okay? General? Answer me, will Wolffe be alright?" He was almost shouting.

Plo put a reassuring hand on Cody's shoulder. "He has...sustained some injuries but he will survive, Commander Cody," he assured the clone.

Cody took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "Thank you, sir."

Plo nodded. "Of course."

"They won't," Cody hesitated, "they won't take him back to Kamino, will they?"

"I will never let that happen," Plo promised.

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It had been a day since they'd brought Wolffe back to safety. All the medical procedures were finished, so now they just had to wait for him to wake up. Plo wanted to watch over his definitely-nope-not-at-all-unofficial-son until he woke up, but the Jedi was, well, a Jedi, and they still needed to help Ryloth regain its freedom.

Sinker and Boost had more time, but Boost was with Wolffe more than Sinker, seeing as Sinker was a Sergeant. They all hoped he'd wake up soon. It was pretty boring without his sarcastic remarks, and Cody was also worrying everyone since he cared even less about his personal health now than he normally did.

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The last few hours had been hazy for Wolffe. At least, he assumed it was hours. He'd been unconscious the whole time, so it could've been days? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was the General telling him he wouldn't be decommissioned, but even that was fuzzy.

Wolffe's eyes were still closed, but everything was...brighter. He squinted his eyes open, and saw a searing bright white light (omg it rhymed).

Wolffe shut his eyes tightly, then tentatively tried again. He eventually got used to it, and tried sitting up, but that didn't work out. His...well, everywhere flamed with pain, and he groaned.

"Wolffe!" Boost beamed. General Koon and Sinker's heads shot up.

Wolffe coughed. "Hi."

The general smiled warmly at him. (at least Wolffe thought so. The mask was a little confusing.) "It's good to have you back, Commander."

Boost and Sinker helped him sit up, and he leaned on his brothers, grateful for the support. "How long—how long was I out?"

Plo's expression (mostly his eyes. Again, Wolffe couldn't tell.) saddened. "Around three days."

Wolffe was surprised. He thought it had been a few hours, not days. "W-what happened?" While I was out, he'd meant to finish the sentence, but his voice stopped working by then.

"Well, we rescued you from the clankers and flew you back here. The droids fixed you up pretty quick; at least for a droid," Sinker grinned tiredly at him. "Then you were out the whole time, Don't worry, we didn't free Ryloth without you."

Wolffe grinned back, before realizing how tired he was. He yawned and curled up, squished between his brothers, and fell asleep quickly.

"I guess we're stuck like this," Boost whispered.

Sinker grinned at him. "Meh, I'm pretty tired too." He and Boost formed a small three-person Clone Pile and fell asleep.

Plo smiled at his honorary children. They needed any rest they could get. He soon fell asleep as well in his chair. Neither he, Boost, not Sinker had gotten much sleep while Wolffe was unconscious.

They were awoken later by a medical droid who told them that they needed run a few more tests now that Wolffe had awoken.

Wolffe wasn't too happy about his brothers leaving, but he barely showed it. He waved to them as they walked out, and they smiled in return.

Sinker and Boost were too busy with their duties to stay for very long, so Plo was the only person waiting for Wolffe and the droid to finish.

Wolffe was facing away from the door, wearing a bandage over his eye. He jumped when Plo walked in, not expecting people to visit him. He took a deep breath. He knew he'd have to debrief General Koon eventually, he just didn't want to do it so soon. It wasn't even like he had anything to hide; he hadn't told Ventress a thing. He just felt so small and scared when he remembered being in that cell.

The general sat next to him. "D-Didn't tell them anything sir," he choked out, tears forming in his eye. "I'd never betray the Republic."

The Jedi set a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "I know Wolffe. I never doubted you for a second."

Wolffe barely heard him. "No matter the cost but–" he hesitated. He couldn't just spill all his feelings to a Jedi. His cloners never failed to remind him: showing emotions, especially to someone of a higher status than you, is a sign of weakness and is never tolerated in war.

General Koon looked a him reassuringly. "Please speak freely Commander."

Wolffe was staring at the floor by now, trying to burn a hole in it. "I-I know you value the lives of your men sir." General Koon nodded for him to continue. "But even so...I've never felt so...so worthless. Just sitting in that cell, waiting."

The general brought him into a hug. "Not to me, son, never to me." Wolffe buried his face into his father figure's chest, sobbing. He let out all the pain from being hurt, alone, and terrified. They stayed like that for a long time, before Wolffe fell asleep again, curled up into the general's side. (Jeez he's asleep like the whole time. If only Fox could get that much sleep. Oof)

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The more Wolffe thought about what had happened, the more embarrassed he felt. Crying is a weakness. A defect, the trainers' words echoed throughout his head. Weak. Pathetic. Worthless. You'll never be good enough. (Crying = water. telling ppl they can't cry-specifically humans of the male species = t o x i c m a s c u l i n i t y)

And what did he do? He sobbed into General Koon. It bad enough that he'd told anyone how shitty he felt, but noooo, he had to mess up even more and cry in front of the general. Wolffe really hated life, and he had many good reasons to. (Mood though)

The general walked back in, and he bolted upright. "General! I–" Wolffe coughed awkwardly. "I apologize for my inappropriate behavior last night."

General Koon waved his hand. "Nonsense. It was no trouble."

Wolffe opened his mouth to argue, but the general gave him The Look. He dropped his head reluctantly.

"There are some people here to visit you," the general said, sounding a little lighter now.

Wolffe knit his eyebrows in confusion. "Who–?" He didn't need to answer his question, because Cody, Fox, and Bly, his batchmates, barreled down the door, and General Koon walked out.

Wolffe grinned at them. "I lived, bitches."

Cody wrestled him into a headlock. "You little–" Everyone burst out laughing for basically no reason.

Fox yawned. "I'm glad ya got better quick cause this is my only excuse to stop working."

"Gee thanks," Wolffe said sarcastically. "Doesn't even have anything to do with your brother getting better, huh?"

Fox shrugged, grinning teasingly. "Weeeeelll..."

"Shut up," Wolffe growled playfully.

The four talked for a while, happy to be in the same place together and not worry about this stupid war for once. Fox eventually announced that he was taking a nap, and curled up into Wolffe's side. Wolffe yawned and settled down as well. Bly and Cody laid down as well, forming a Clone Pile.

"Everybody comfortable?" Wolffe could hear Cody smirking as he talked.

"Shuddup," Wolffe and Fox grumbled.

"Nah," Cody decided, but he lied since he didn't say a word after that, likely so he could take a nap.

"You guys are so loud," Bly mumbled. "I thought we were supposed to be sleeping."

"We are," Fox grumbled. "So everybody shut up."

"Yessir," Wolffe yawned.

After about a half hour of whispered arguments, giggling, and Fox yelling at everyone to shut their traps, they were all snoring in their little batch pile.

Jeebus that was a lot longer than I expected whoops
also it's 12 am so I don't feel like editing, maybe tomorrow. pRoCrAsTiNaTiOn