I fly at the maximum speed possible through the vacuum of space, the silent expanse around me both eerie and exhilarating. Stars blur into streaks of light, creating a mesmerizing backdrop that seems to pulse with the rhythm of my heartbeat. Before long, I discern the Coruscant skyline, its towering structures piercing the blackness like jagged teeth. A thrill courses through me, a sensation of excitement that tingles in my fingertips and quickens my breath.

The spikes on the Coruscant skyline begin to flare with neon lights, casting vibrant hues into the darkness. I instinctively tip my wing to the side, initiating a graceful side dive into the atmosphere. The clouds part as I descend, their fluffy edges illuminated by the city's glow below. A rush of air whips past me, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and the promise of adventure.

As I break through the cloud cover, the sprawling cityscape stretches beneath me, a labyrinth of shimmering lights and bustling activity. The distinct odor of various types of fuel invades my nasal passages, a heady mix that speaks of industry and endless movement. The realization hits me—I need to breathe. I take a deep, steadying breath, the air tinged with the metallic tang of technology.

My eyes scan the horizon, and soon, I identify the iconic spires of the Jedi Temple, their serene presence a beacon amidst the chaos. I bank towards it, weaving through a line of speeder carts and other vehicles that dart across the skyline like fireflies in a nocturnal dance. The hum of engines and the distant roar of traffic create a symphony of urban life, each sound adding to the rich tapestry of Coruscant.

With each passing second, I draw closer to the temple, anticipation building within me. The journey has been long, but the sight of the Jedi Temple fills me with a sense of purpose and belonging. I adjust my flight path, aiming for the welcoming spires that rise above the city, ready to embrace whatever awaits me next.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, I scanned the area in search of Anakin, Obi-Wan, or any of my acquaintances. I observed a few Clone Troopers and the Temple Guards, who were equipped with yellow lightsabers strapped to their robes. One of the guards recognized me and removed his staff, then proceeded towards me. The figure's face was masked, and it bowed. "Welcome back, Ms. Midnight. We have received news of your death. You should not be here," it said.

I snorted. "I was alive long before your little soul guard. Now, where is Obi-Wan Kenobi or, for the love of the Force, Rex?" I asked.

The guard's voice remained calm behind the mask. "Ms. Midnight, your presence here is a disruption. You must understand—"

"Disruption? Disruption? Do you know what's happening out there?" I gestured towards the horizon, where smoke billowed in the distance. "The galaxy is tearing itself apart, and you're worried about disruptions? Tell me where they are, or I'll find them myself."

The guard hesitated, then gestured towards the temple entrance. "Follow me, but be warned, Ms. Midnight, not everyone will be pleased to see you."

"I'll take my chances," I said, falling into step behind the guard as we made our way deeper into the temple.

As the guard led me through the corridors, the weight of the Jedi's stares bore down on me, but I brushed them aside, my focus singularly honed on the impending reunion. Each step resonated with purpose, echoing the urgency that pulsed through my veins.

Upon entering the Council chambers, the air seemed to hum with anticipation, the gravity of the moment palpable. Master Yoda's wise gaze met mine, Master Windu's stern visage held a hint of curiosity, and Plo Koon's serene presence offered solace amidst the chaos.

Plo Koon's gentle approach melted away the layers of apprehension that had clung to me, his hands cradling my face with a tenderness that spoke volumes. Bowing my head into his touch, I felt a rush of relief wash over me, the weight of uncertainty lifting from my shoulders.

"My Plo," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, as I nestled into his hands, seeking comfort in the familiarity of his touch. In that moment, amidst the solemnity of the Council chambers, I found sanctuary in the embrace of an old friend, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to engulf us all.

"Missed you, we have," Yoda's voice, a comforting murmur, floated through the chamber as he approached, his steps deliberate despite his diminutive stature. I offered a smile of gratitude, bowing my head in acknowledgment, allowing him to stroke my snout with a tenderness that bespoke of our long-standing bond.

"How can this be?" Windu's voice, measured and commanding, cut through the air, his gaze piercing as he sought answers in the midst of uncertainty. The council members, now all standing, echoed his concern, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"The absence of Obi-Wan Kenobi and others troubles you, it does," Yoda observed, his wise gaze penetrating as he met my eyes with understanding. "Answers, we seek, but patience, we must have."

The weight of Yoda's words settled heavily upon me, a reminder of the necessity for patience and resolve in the face of adversity. Yet, the ache for the presence of my fellow knights persisted, a longing that pulsed with each beat of my heart.

"Where is Obi-Wan? Where are my knights?" I implored, my voice tinged with urgency as I met Yoda's gaze, seeking solace and guidance amidst the turmoil that enveloped us.

Yoda's reassurance brought a flicker of relief to my troubled mind, his words a soothing balm amidst the storm of uncertainty. His smile, though small, carried the weight of his wisdom, a silent reassurance that echoed through the depths of my soul.

"Join you, you can," Yoda's invitation hung in the air, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf us all. I nodded in acknowledgment, stepping back from the council members, a sense of determination coursing through my veins.

As I turned to leave, Plo's touch on my tail fin halted my steps, drawing my attention back to him. The warmth of his touch seeped into my being, a silent reminder of the bonds that tethered us together, even in the face of adversity.

"Take Wolfle and the Wolf Pack with you, Midnight," Plo's words carried a note of concern, his gaze holding mine with unwavering resolve. I couldn't help but snort at his suggestion, a flicker of defiance rising within me.

"Protect, huh? I don't need clones to do that," I retorted, my tone laced with stubborn independence. Yet, beneath the bravado, a twinge of uncertainty lingered, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

As I walked away, the familiar faces of the council members faded into the distance, their words echoing in the chambers of my mind. Despite my reluctance, the prospect of reuniting with familiar faces tugged at my heartstrings, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos that surrounded us.

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As I stood before the barracks of the Wolf Pack, a swell of emotions surged within me, the anticipation of reunion mingling with the weight of uncertainty that hung heavy in the air. With a gentle tap of my talon against the door, it creaked open, revealing a scene that mirrored the weariness that had settled within my own heart.

Commander Wolffe emerged from the darkness of the barracks, his form slumped with fatigue, his eyes shadowed with sorrow. My heart clenched at the sight of him, the lines of exhaustion etched deep into his features, a poignant reminder of the toll that war had taken on us all.

His gaze, initially drawn to the length of my arms, rose slowly to meet my own, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked in a silent exchange of recognition. The weight of our shared history lingered in the air between us, an unspoken testament to the trials we had faced and the bonds that had endured.

"M-Midnight," Wolffe's voice faltered, a mixture of surprise and disbelief coloring his words. In that moment, the distance that had separated us melted away, leaving only the rawness of our shared humanity laid bare.

"It's me," I reassured him, my voice a gentle murmur, laced with a tenderness born of years of camaraderie and shared experiences. Bowing my head to be on eye level with him, I sought to bridge the gap that had grown between us, reaching out with a silent gesture of understanding and empathy.

"I missed you too, Wolffe," I murmured, my words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, each syllable infused with the depth of emotion that pulsed within me. In that moment, amidst the turmoil of war and the uncertainty of the future, there was solace to be found in the simple act of connection, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the bonds of friendship could illuminate the path forward.

Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around my snout, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but smile, closing my eyes to bask in the moment. A tear trickled down my sleek, ebony chin, a silent testament to the overwhelming warmth emanating from the alpha wolf by my side.

As the doors swung open, his pack spilled out, each member eager to join in our embrace. One by one, they found their place, some wrapping themselves around my tail, others around my legs, creating a cocoon of affection and acceptance. In each touch, I felt the modern pulse of connection and belonging, a tangible reminder that we were more than just a pack – we were family.

"Don't go around dying on us anymore, okay?" Sinker hiccuped, and I snorted softly before lifting my head from Wolfle's arms. "I'll try," I replied, straightening up as the body released its hold on me.

"Now, come on, we have a mission to complete. We need to find Skywalker and Keboni; they're in trouble," I announced, meeting Wolfle's gaze. He exchanged a glance with Boost, then nodded decisively. "You heard her, let's go, men," he barked, setting the tone for our next adventure.