Lets Go On An Adventure

STATUS AT THE ROOST: (as of 28 JUL) Over 21K words so far, and every day sees them coming faster and faster...

Welcome! I'm Amber, also known as Eclec-Tech, AmberOwl24, Owl, Echie, Ms. Eclec—basically, if you honor me with a nickname, I will happily roll with it! 😁

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It was one of those nights that will never be forgotten. It was ‘no clone stays dry’ night. Clone or Padawan - it doesn’t matter in the end; nobody stays dry. Nobody wants to stay dry. Where else is the fun? May the liver be with us.

The first different aromas fill my nose as I enter the bar, 79s, of course. Let’s be honest: no bar on Coruscant is better than this clone bar. In addition to the pervasive smell of alcohol, the countless suits of armour immediately caught my eye. White, orange, blue, green… Besides the bright, colourful lights that radiate from the bar, the different colours are challenging to determine. But one colour I’m very sure I can see is the grey next to me.

Why? Because I came here with them. Our Wolfpack is close to my heels as I approach the bar. My own personal pack of wolves who will chase away anything and anyone who gets too close. The biggest and the most dangerous - Wolffie. Oh, no, sorry - Wolffe. Wolffie is forbidden, much to my regret. However, I could swear he secretly likes it, at least with me.

Boost called him Wolffie once, and he’s not far from the barracks for the next few days after that. Master Plo had to reassure him that nothing would happen to him. In any case, I’m enjoying my Big Scary Dog privileges to the full today.

As soon as my big, dangerous wolves and I reach the bar, we are met by an all too familiar-sunshine. With a big, wide grin on his face. ‘Cody, I didn’t realise you even knew places like this.’ Wolffe, next to me, naturally heads straight for his brother. ‘I can’t always be the spoilsport.’ Cody replies, and the two give each other a quick brotherly hug.

‘Oh yeah, who is it today?’ ’Bly. He and General Secura have a meeting.’ Cody looks at his brother for a second too long before turning his gaze to me. ‘Y/N, I’m always happy to have you here.’

Cody comes up to me and hugs me in greeting.

‘Hey, Kotes. Nice to see you again.’ He hugs me and then lets go of me with a smile. Wolffe, who is standing silently next to us, turns to me. There’s something in his gaze that I can’t quite put my finger on. Just as he seems to be about to say something, Cody speaks to us, ‘You must want to sit at our table. The others are already drunk, you’re pretty behind on the drinking.’ His grin returns.

‘That sounds very tempting,’ I finally reply, fuelled by anticipation. When I turn back to Wolffe, I realise that the rest of the Wolfpack has long since left. Only Wolffe is still standing next to me.

Some of them even salute, but they don’t have to. They’re just too cute, aren’t they? Wolffe would now say that they are loyal, not sweet. Then I would say that it moves me that even when drunk, they give themselves to us. Then Wolffe would retort that they were raised - no - programmed to do this, and so it would continue.

‘What do you think?’ His gaze shifts from Cody to me. His eyes - or rather his one eye - no, actually, his two eyes - soften. ‘Yeah, sure, I’ll come with you.’ I smile at him, and Cody starts to move. We walk to the other end of the bar, weaving our way past brothers and brothers.

But not today. I want Wolffe to relax and put his stubborn head aside.

And when I see the table that Cody is leading us to, this might be easier than I thought. ‘Look who I’ve picked up.’ Cody proudly presents his haul as we step up to the table. I see Rex, Ahsoka, Gree, Monnk, and others like Waxer, Boil, Fives, and Jesse. Ahsoka stands up as soon as she sees me and hugs me tightly. A laugh escapes me immediately. ‘Ahsoka, how are you?’

’Oh, you know, saving the galaxy here, fighting droids there… it never gets boring.’ That’s the Skywalker talking. I’m thrilled to see my old friend again. ‘And how are things going with you and Master Plo?’ ’It’s going great. Master Plo would have loved to see you.’ She releases me from her tight grip and sits down again. I give the rest of the gang a quick wave, and Wolffe… well, Wolffe is Wolffe. I’m sure he’ll have somehow communicated with his brothers while I was busy with Ahsoka.

When we finally sit down, I end up next to Gree, who gives me another quick hug from the side, and Wolffe sits next to me on my right. He sits at the far end of the booth. Ahsoka sits opposite us at the other end of the Booth. The rest are spread out in the centre.

‘Cody, tell me, what happened to our drinks, eh?’ Monnk addresses Cody, who is still standing. He replies plumb: ‘Huh?’ ‘Yeah, really, you were going to get drinks,’ Gree joins in. ‘He probably drank them all by himself on the way here, typical.’ Rex points to Cody’s seat. With a pile of empty glasses.

‘Woah woah woah. Stop a minute. I brought you something much better - Y/N. Oh, and Wolffe too, that was more or less intentional.’ The table laughs; only Wolffe looks more or less amused. ‘It wasn’t my fault… always on the commander…’ Cody finally turns around mid-sentence and heads back towards the bar.

Giggling follows at the table. At that moment, Wolffe asks me, ‘What can I get you? I’ll get drinks for us.’ His willingness makes me happy and gives me a good feeling in my chest. His silent existence from a moment ago seems completely displaced when he turns to me. ‘Can you bring me something not quite so strong? I want to enjoy the evening more before I’m useless later.’

Wolffe smiles gently at me. ‘Sure thing. Anything else?’, “Not for now.”, ’Sure?’ I can’t help but smile. ‘I’ll let you know immediately if I need anything else, Wolffe.’ His grin grows as I grin knowingly at him myself. He finally gets up and goes after his brother. My eyes rest on his form as he walks away.

I can’t help but stare after him. And honestly, who can blame me? If there were ever a ranking of the best-looking clones in the army - Wolffe would be my number 1. Always. Although millions share his face, his is the most beautiful. By all means, the hottest. But just as my gaze is about to wander down his figure, I feel a presence behind me, close to my face.

It is green and decorated with two red stripes. Need I say more? The alien himself. ‘Gree?’ When I turn round, Gree is close to me, looking in the direction I was staring. His eyes are narrowed and strained. ‘Mh?’ ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Oh, I just wanted to find out what you were watching. Or rather - who you’re watching.’

He leans back again and looks at me mischievously. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me expectantly. In response, I raise my eyebrow, too, trying to appear as clueless as possible. Gree now raises his second as well. - ‘Okay, you look stupid.’ I can’t help but not laugh at Gree.

He laughs, too, of course, after relaxing his eyebrows again. ‘Oh, no, do that again; I must take a picture!’ ‘Hell no.’ ‘Yes, you do; I’ll add that to my backgrounds on my holo pad!’ He looks at me suspiciously. ‘What if we do it in pairs? As a selfie?’ He thinks for a moment. ‘All right, but quickly.’ I can’t believe he’s agreed to this.

Gree takes out his helmet and holds it out in front of us. ‘Okay, Y/N, on three…’ ‘One’ “Two” ’Three.’ On three, we raise our eyebrows simultaneously and look into the helmet’s visor together. Gree pulls the trigger and lowers the helmet again a little later. But before he puts it down again, he quickly puts it on. A few seconds later, he laughs out loud. ‘Come on, let’s see it!’ ‘Yes, just a moment…’

And just as Gree predicted, my holo pad flashes a moment later, and a picture is displayed. We look divine. I can’t stifle my laughter. We both look modest. It’s so stupid that this is already one of my favourite pictures. ‘This will end up as my background.’ I smile so wide that the corners of my mouth hurt. But it’s precisely because of moments like this that these nights are so special.

The boys are special precisely because of moments like these. They are friends - brothers, not soldiers and followers of orders. My heart blossoms in moments like these. But that’s not the only reason my heart blossomed; a new presence appeared next to me, this time on my other side. And in the same breath, a drink is placed before me. I look over and spot Wolffe, who has just sat beside me again. Denser than before.

‘Wolffe!’ My smile is now even wider than before. ‘Hey.’ He greets me quietly with a gentle smile, which is typical of him and reserved for me. We are interrupted from the side as: ‘Wolffe can smile… Woah, did that apply to me, or…?’ Gree. Who else. ‘Shut up, Gree.’ He raises his hands in defence and turns away from us.

Cody, who has returned with Wolffe, hands out the drinks and squeezes through to return to his seat. ‘So… what did we miss?’ As the others briefly update the well-coiffed Commander, they don’t seem to have noticed anything about Grees and my embarrassing photo. At least that’s what I thought until…

‘Why were you and the alien next to you laughing like that just now?’ Wolffe next to me looks at me quizzically. He seems quite interested in the reason, but he’s wearing an impenetrable, hard expression. ‘We took a photo together, which turned out pretty trivial. Do you want to see it?’ He gives me a dodgy look and replies bluntly: ‘No, thanks.’ Oh. Good, then, no. That was pretty clear. If he knew that he was the reason the photo was taken…

Luckily, Gree didn't ask why I was staring after Wolffe like that. He would have always held that against me. Never mind. Change of subject. ‘What kind of drink do you have?’ Wolffe turns his gaze to his glass. ‘Beer.’ ’Beer was never really mine… it tastes horrible.’ The table instantly goes quiet. Oh boy. ‘Would you like to repeat that, Y/N?’

Monnk is the first to break the tense silence. ‘Beer tastes terrible?’ My voice is visibly - no, audibly - restrained. ‘Out’ The next moment, Rex raises his arm and points to the exit. ‘Out. Now.’ Ahsoka, next to him, giggles. ‘Wolffe, you must not have raised your Padawan properly.’ Cody joins in the discussion.

The one just named also looks at me sceptically. ‘I had just as little idea, Kotes.’ ‘Even Ahsoka drinks beer!’ Rex nods vigorously at her statement. ‘It’s not bad at all after a few glasses.’ I’m not convinced. ‘I’ve tried it so many times, but it still tastes just as bad every time!’ I can already tell that my defence is poor. ‘You’re not supposed to drink it several times on different evenings, but several times in one evening! Wolffe, your Padawan is lost.’

Monnk throws his hands in the air. The others loudly agree with him. ‘I don’t know…’ ‘Hey.’ Wolffe touches my side. When I turn to him, he looks at me gently. ‘It’s all right. You’ve got something to drink, and that’s good.’ My gaze wanders to his beer ‘Wolffe…. Do you like beer?’ ‘Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t have ordered any.’ Of course. Stupid question. ‘Would you like a taste?’

The question is meant seriously. He looks at me calmly. Which is unusual because he never looks calm. It’s more like he’s about to bark at any moment. Just like Wolffe. ‘If I may.’ And there it is again, his gentle smile, which he only gives me. He lifts the glass and hands it to me. An idea occurs to me. ‘Here.’ I give him my drink in exchange. He looks at me in surprise.

‘I’d like to clink glasses with you. Go on, have one.’ Reluctantly, but still willingly, he accepts my glass, and we clink glasses. As the first bitter drops of beer touch my tongue, my face contorts, and a shiver runs down my spine. It’s worse than I remember. Have they changed suppliers here? Disgusting.

A soft laugh sounds next to me. Wolffe looks at me with amusement and carefully takes the beer from my hand, which I’m already holding out to him. ‘Not good?’ ‘Not good.’ He looks at me. ‘How can you drink that?’ ‘Probably a man thing.’ ‘Yeah, you can keep it. Women deserve better.’ ‘I know, they do.’

He’s still looking at me gently. His gaze stays with me most of the time. And that makes me happy, quite frankly. The moment is interrupted when the voices next to us get louder again.

From then on, the topics of the evening changed several more times. About missions, tactics, Jedi and the latest dramas that Fox had to tell. However, Wolffe’s uninterrupted gaze on me hasn’t changed.

But wait - one thing has changed. It’s Wolffe’s arm, which has quietly and secretly crept around my shoulder. And which holds me tightly. After a few more drinks, the atmosphere has become very relaxed. And so has Wolffe. He sits comfortably next to me and has pulled me to his side. The beer is in one hand, and me is in the other.

Is it crazy to say that it’s getting me fucked up? But in a good way. In a perfect way. With every drink, I snuggle more into his arms, which doesn’t bother him. On the contrary. He starts to draw gentle circles on my shoulder with his hand. And just as the others are conversing, I turn slightly towards him.

‘Hey…’ My voice is quieter than intended but still audible next to the loud music. His gaze immediately rests on me. ‘Hey. Are you all right?’ Of course, he’s worried. ‘Yeah.’ My voice remains a whisper, and he adjusts his voice, too. Thanks to our closeness, we understand each other very well. ‘Yes, of course. I’m with you.’ He returns my answer with a smile.

- Just by the way, I should keep a tally; the number of times he has smiled today, no, tonight alone, is a record. -

‘Everything all right with you?’ His smile lingers on his lips. ‘Of course, Méshla.’

There it is: Méshla. I know exactly what it means. And Wolffe knows it, too. I turn towards him, and his hand falls from my shoulder to my back. He holds me by the waist. ‘You weren’t in a good mood earlier, were you?’ I can’t help but look at him, a little worried. He looks at me questioningly.

‘When we arrived, I mean. You didn’t seem well.’

‘Oh, Méshla, don’t worry about it. You’re here, that’ll lift my spirits.’ I don’t quite believe him.

'Really'.

He puts his free hand on my chin and slightly lifts my head.

‘I promise.’

A small smile finally rises to my lips. My eyes look deep into his until they finally dart to his lips. And up again. And down again. I can’t make up my mind.

‘Hey.’ Wolffe puts his hand on my cheek. My eyes decide in favour of his eyes. He slowly comes closer to me. Which is hardly possible, as we were already very close before. Alcohol - I blame it all on the alcohol. But when I think about it, I can’t stay angry with it for long. Because the next feeling of Wolffe’s surprisingly soft lips on mine makes me forget everything.

At first, he’s gentle, but then he gets bolder. Our lips move faster, more intensely. A kiss like in any little girl’s dream. Or perhaps any teenager. Little girls certainly don’t dream of kisses like this. Not yet.

But the kiss is perfect in every way. Wolffe is perfect. To put it bluntly. But I think that was already known beforehand.

The kiss deepens, and my insides tingle as I feel his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance. I grant it to him, of course.

Suddenly, there is a synchronised clearing of throats. When we let go of each other, and I looked around, everyone else looked blankly at us. ‘Damn. Wolffe’s got it going on.’ Cody starts to grin.

When our tongues meet, the tingling turns into fireworks. It must be similar for Wolffe as he continues to rise in front of me. He takes me in completely.

The kiss is the epitome of hot. Demanding and passionate. I would never have expected to spend the night like this. And neither did the others.

‘Wolffe?! Y/N’s got it!’ Ahsoka cheers and looks at me excitedly. ‘That, kiddos, is how you kiss right.’ Monnk addresses the younger clones among us, grinning, some of which avoid Wolffe’s and my direction.

‘Jealous, Kotes?’ Wolffe surprisingly speaks up.

My first thought is that it feels surprisingly good. Not the armour, of course, but his presence under me, next to me, on me. And I want to stay like this forever. The others marvel at Wolffe’s directness but strangely say nothing about it. Probably because they know that they are not to be trifled with by Wolffe’s prey. A little hint: that’s me.

Cody looks surprised but grins mischievously, ‘Maybe.’ I’m surprised by his answer. Wolffe puts his arm around me again and pulls me close.

But in the next moment, ‘Y/N, can you get up for a minute?’ Slightly confused by his request, I do as he asks. Wolffe grabs my waist and pulls me straight onto his lap as I stand. Am I surprised? Yes. But then again, no.

Ahsoka gives me a meaningful and encouraging look before she brings up a new topic. I’m very grateful to her for that. ‘Hey.’ Wolffe draws my attention back to him. ‘You’re so quiet.’ He gives me a reserved look. ‘Sorry… I’m still trying to understand the situation. Despite the alcohol.’ I giggle, and a smile appears on his face. ‘Shall I explain it to you?’ I nod at him expectantly.

My Wolffe. My Wolffie. Mine.

‘You, Méshla, and I won’t just be Commander and Commander from now on.’ I giggle again. ‘We’re going to be more. Not to the others, of course. But I want you to make me yours. ‘Wolffie’ and all that stuff included.’ He kisses my neck. ‘In return, I want you to be mine. ‘Méshla' and all that included.’

He kisses the other side of my neck. ‘I can call you Wolffie?’ My eyes light up. ‘You already did it anyway. Now officially.’ He has a grin on his face. ‘Are you going to be mine?’

‘Only if you’re going to be mine.’

‘Méshla, that’s all I wanted to hear.’ Before I can react, Wolffe pulls me into another kiss.