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The other soldiers in his squadron weren’t so lucky as to learn the truth. Soem joint he empire. Others died, and a few, well a few thought it best to try and disappear, to live out their lives. Wolffe had been each of these except for one. Physically he hadn’t died yet, but after the surgery his paranoia grew to a state where it was difficult for Plo Koon to recognize him.

Still he keeps his tabs while running, hiding, saving what people he could.

The day Wolffe decides to cut communications between Ahsoka and Rex breaks his heart.

When he finds Wolffe in the company of the padawan of Mace Windu’s padawan he’s able to heal his heart just a little bit.

As his commander apologizes to Ahsoka and joins them on their quest it heals a little more.

When he dies fighting, Plo Koon saw that the circle had come full. This was the end. The last of the wolffe pack, it’s leader. He waits, but none of the others would be able to make it in time. So for the first time since the last one he steps out of the shadows.

Wolffe doesn’t leap at his sight. Though that may be due to the blood loss. He doesn’t try to pull back or sneer or growl at the ghost either.

No instead he smiles. Wolffe pulls off his helmet and smiles at the Jedi he had helped to kill.

“General.” “Wolffe.” “I guess it’s true what they say. Ghosts do come to you at the end.” Wolffe laughs before continuing. “Did you know I dreamt of you General. I’m sorry for what I did. For what the men did. I should have stopped them, fought the chip.” “If you had done so you would have had to kill your brothers. I would not have wanted you to do that.’ “They were nightmares, the dreams. Every night your ship, the fire, us aroudn a campfire until you were just gone. They only stopped after the chip. Once the chip was gone.” “Hush down. Rest commander.”

Plo koon reaches down and takes his hand. Wolffe’s eyes grow at the sensation of flesh palming flesh. Then his shock melts into joy. “I don’t like to sleep.”