Delta Squad was a well-put-together, working, clean, well-oiled machine. They completed each other and worked perfectly alongside each other, Sev, Scorch, Fixer, and Boss, all of them. There had always been something… missing, though, a piece of them that felt a little… off, empty, alone. They were all full-grown commandos, hadn't been pups in years, hadn't interacted with a pup in years, a clone, still young with the baby fat clinging to their cheeks, that was a pup, and those… were fragile. Sergeant Boss saw it in his men, though, the itching need they barely held back when back on Kamino, watching pups walk by them in an orderly fashion between classes. It had gotten so bad one time that Sev had had to tackle Scorch to keep him from grabbing a pup and burying the kid in their nest, never letting the kid go.

That wasn't the point, though; the point was that some… idiot in the senatorial dome had thought it a good idea to assign a pup to their team, sure the kid was a commando in training; still, they were a kriffing pup! So here they were, Sev, Scorch, Fixer, and Boss, itching to get at the kid but holding back by inches so they wouldn't scare the kid into fight or flight mode. They couldn't control their scents, though, not that they wanted to; the smell of protectiveness, possessiveness, and control was seeping into the air, mixing with the kid's soft scent of the pup, young, innocent. The kid didn't even know, sitting across from them in the LA-AT, thinking they were hitching a ride back to Kamino, not even realizing they were sitting in an enclosed space with a squad of commandos they were set to join