#captain jag

On Captain “Jag” Jai’Galaar:

Based loosely off of this post but then i just. didn’t? so maybe its not based on it at all lmaoo??

It was a running joke among the Masters that they could all trace their foundling lineage back to High Councilor Plo Koon.

Either through the Kel Dor Jedi himself, or through one of his Padawans— because lord knew that they all ended up with his habits when it came to just having that radar of abandoned children, force sensitive or not.

And then the joke only seemed to increase in those who knew once the War ended and the Order left Coruscant with the Clones.

The joke among the GAR was the last names. There were well over a million Clones who bore the last name ‘Koon’ now, including the 104th Battalion and the 127th Gunship Wing. If they didn’t have the last name ‘Koon’ then they might have ‘Swan’ or ‘Tano’ (because when Ahsoka decided she had found a new brother, she never let them go). There were those who donned the crest that Knight— no, Master Lissarkh and her Company wore while they sabotaged Separatist forces behind the lines, because Lissarkh had no surname to give her ‘hatchlings’ but she had a crest which was basically the same thing.

But still, Plo Koon was infamous for his habit of knowing and adopting children— and now Clones.

The Council had learned a long time ago to simply let it happen— the Older Jedi (though how many were really older than him?) fretted over the old code, but learned to drop the topic because he just ignored them instead.

So it came to no surprise when Wolffe showed up late to a Council meeting with a small child in his arms.

(Though the Council Meetings were less of the Council now days and more the Council Masters, The Commander and the Alpha Vode, and anyone who was off planet as a form of checking in.)

The good Commander had been off planet on a relief mission with part of the Wolffepack.

“A child, you have, Commander?” Master Yoda mused and the blue holographic figure nodded.

“Yes, sir,” he grunted as the child, a Nautolan— go figure— child with large round eyes, wriggled a bit, staring at them all. “She— he? Master Fisto, help— was being trafficked, sir. The boys and I took the liberty of dealing with the entire ring on the planet as part of our mission.”

There was a barely hidden note of glee in his tone at the accomplishment. “Bitey here just hasn’t happened to let go of me. I think another one of ‘em has been pulling on Wildfire’s hair for a good ten minutes.”

Kit snorted out a laugh, but looked ecstatic. “We’ll see when you get back,” he told him before he tilted his head. “Were they all Nautolans, Commander?”

“No, sir,” he reported. “There were two Zabraks—” Eeth and Agen’s own holographic forms both sat up at that. “Three Mikkians, and a handful of humans. Various ages.” he paused before a proud look crossed his face. “Some of them were vode, sirs. They’ve been protecting the others to the best of their ability too— They want to come home. They’re ready to come back home.”

“And we will give them home here, my son,” Plo rumbled, pride in his voice and Mace leaned back in his seat. “They will have a home here, with us.”

“Better vode than a thought dead brother of a Sith Lord,” he said dryly and Plo gave him a look.

“Feral is quite a charming young man, I’ll have you know. He gets along very nicely with his siblings,” the Kel Dor defended. “Just the other day he, Ahsoka, and Lissarkh were teaching some of the vode to hunt in the forests around the Temple.”

Shaak Ti barely hid a giggle behind her hand as Mace sighed, but smiled slightly. “I’m sure. We’ll need all the help we can get when it comes to hunting, if you and your children keep bringing back more every time you step a single foot so much as off planet.”

“So we’re good to bring Bitey and the others back?” Wolffe ventured, “Because, er, the ‘Pack isn’t the only group to have kids with ‘em right now.”

All eyes turned to Captain Jag where he was sitting. The pilot raised a brow. “Not me, sirs, though that would’ve been fun. The 127th didn’t find any kids this time in the Astroid Belt,” He tilted his head, smirking, looking to his right. “Banks?”

“Not me either,” the Sergeant grunted, arms crossed from where he stood, Hologram flickering as Master Swan shrugged.

“Though some kids did try and sneak on board, we got them back to their parents,” she added.

“I haven’t been off Planet because someone wont let me, so it isn’t me,” Plo mused, giving Mace and Yoda a look, though his amusement could be felt through the Force. “And Lissarkh and Ahsoka are still on planet… I can’t possibly think of anyone in my Lineage— foundling or master— who could’ve done—”

“It’s me,” Voolvif cut in, ears flicking in amusement. “Pup’s sleeping right now, but I went back to where my Master found me and found ‘im in the area.”

“A 104th child then! Not through the lineage but through the Battalion!” Plo chuckled and Voolvif flashed a toothy grin.

“Congratulations on becoming a father, Master Monn,” Mace sighed and shook his head before giving Plo Koon a look. “Even when you’re not off world you still manage to acquire every orphaned child and lost vode.”

The Kel Dor sniffed, fingers laced together as he leaned back. “Some Jedi have a habit of attracting trouble,” he said simply. “I just happen to be able to find those who need a family. And it’s a skill that I gladly pass down in my Lineage and family.”

“No more Sith Lords.”

“Now I can’t promise that, Master Windu. That would be no fun.”