Wolffe had his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold, watching the Aleena run around their village in slight panic, treating C3PO and the Wolfpack as heroes.

The commander glanced at his side, where you stood, hands clasped over your lap, standing uneasily. Wolffe held his helmet in one hand, while the other one lingered near his blaster—he did not quite trust the new planet.

General Plo Koons’—relatively—new padawan had joined the 104th for their first beginner mission. Though neither him nor his brothers had spent much time with you yet, he could start to feel protectiveness towards you growing in him.

You were reckless, you were reserved, and Wolffe wasn’t exactly known for his patience. However, you were the General’s padawan—that alone made you part of the Wolfpack. A vod’ika, almost.

Though the mission didn’t call for an extensive stay on the planet, as it consisted on a mere supply delivery, the Aleena insisted on driving the Commander and his men in completely different ways.

He watched as you blinked, staring down at the small being tugging at your leg, attempting to use your abilities with the force to try and understand. “C’mon, kid, let’s move along, the translator droid decided to run off.”

Wolffe grunted in annoyance, rolling his eyes when you didn’t follow him. “Are you saying these little guys are trying to tell us something?” He inquiered, and you nodded, making him sigh. “Alright, kid, guess we have some time until that astromech finishes up with those files.”