Pausing
mid sentence, Plo brow clearly furrowed as he looked around the camp
with his body slowly tensing up.

“General?”
Wolffe questioned while raising his unscarred brow at the kel dor.
“Is something wrong sir?” He glanced about automatically, his
body tensing up in preparation for an attack even though he didn’t
think that was what as going on since Plo would be telling them all
to be on guard from the second he suspected something.

“I
see Master Windu,” Plo said slowly. “Yet I do not see either
Obi-Wan or Shakma.” He started walking, his steps quick as he moved
towards Windu and Wolffe followed quickly, his heart jumping a bit at
the implication.

He
couldn’t mean… the man was under guard!

Or
at least supposed to be under guard, when Windu wasn’t there,
troopers watched him!

“Mace
where is Shakma?” Plo asked hurriedly
which caused the grandmaster to look at him.

Brows
furrowed, Windu looked around. “He was suppose to… he was here a
moment ago. Why?” The Jedi must have sensed something in the others
tone.

“My
bond to Obi-Wan went mute and he is nowhere in sight either.” Plo
explained and both quickly looked to where Skywalker and
Tano were
currently sparring which lead Wolffe to suspect the bonds went mute
for more than one
reasons.

Like
when someone wanted privacy… or when they were forcibly shut down.

“I
can trace his comm,” Cody was there promptly, his face serious.
“The General allowed a tracker to be put into his comm for
emergency rescue considering the many times he’s gotten separated
from us during battle thanks to Ventress.” He held up his wrist
terminal.

“Find
him, please Commander.” Plo requested tightly.

Wolffe
wasn’t sure what they’d find when the tracker lead them to a tent
on the outskirts of the camp, but the redhead on the ground with
Shakma on his chest and the mans hands wrapped tightly around Obi-Wan’s
throat as he gasped pitifully for air was the last thing he expected.

Mostly
because of the stupidity of the entire thing.

The
hut’uun had to know the first person they would suspect would be
him!

Wolffe
barely had time to put his hands on his blasters with a snarl forming
on his lips when the dinii was already flying through the air to hit
the side of a transport so hard he crumpled to the ground like trash
as Plo flew forward, dropping down at his former padawan’s side.
“Obi-Wan!” He called for the other man, gathering the gasping man
against his chest even as Windu rushed past him towards Shakma with
an incensed look on his face.

Wolffe
opted to let the Jedi deal with the dinii, stopping by his buir and
Senaar as the latter wheezed for air.

His
face was a swollen mess and his hands were shaking as one gripped the
chest of Plo’s tunic and the other touched his cherry red throat,
tears and snot rolling down his face along with blood from a few
faint cuts as Plo murmured soothing nonsense while trying to calm the
other down as Plo
continued cataloguing Obi-Wan’s condition.
He could spot an
awkward bend in the others right foot and there were spots of blood
on the others armor and tunic.

Obviously
there had been a fight, maybe
Obi-Wan had frozen, maybe he had thought he could handle it alone but
clearly he hadn’t called out for help when it happened.

‘…Just
a few minutes later and it would have been too
late.’ Wolffe noted grimly as he helped his General pull Obi-Wan on
his feet, staying on the left side as support.

“Its
alright my child, I’m here, he won’t touch you again, I won’t let him.” Plo
whispered, stroking his claws over Obi-Wan’s hair.

Bloodshot
eyes turned towards him and despite it all, Obi-Wan managed a shaking
smile. “I know you won’t master… you’re always there when I’m
in trouble.” He got out hoarsely, his throat clearly taking damage
from the attack.

Plo
stroked the back of his claws over Obi-Wan’s tear and snot covered
cheek without any sign to minding it before nodding to Wolffe to
start walking. “Medic station, now.”

‘Oh
boy, if the vode were upset about Shakma before, I don’t think we
can stop them from outright beating the poodoo out of him now…’
Wolffe wasn’t sure he’d try to stop them even as Cody hovered
beside them, comming the medics as they walked carefully with Obi-Wan
in the middle limping even with aid. ‘Skywalker’s going to be
unbearable now.’

Pausing
mid sentence, Plo brow clearly furrowed as he looked around the camp
with his body slowly tensing up.

“General?”
Wolffe questioned while raising his unscarred brow at the kel dor.
“Is something wrong sir?” He glanced about automatically, his
body tensing up in preparation for an attack even though he didn’t
think that was what as going on since Plo would be telling them all
to be on guard from the second he suspected something.

“I
see Master Windu,” Plo said slowly. “Yet I do not see either
Obi-Wan or Shakma.” He started walking, his steps quick as he moved
towards Windu and Wolffe followed quickly, his heart jumping a bit at
the implication.

He
couldn’t mean… the man was under guard!

Or
at least supposed to be under guard, when Windu wasn’t there,
troopers watched him!

“Mace
where is Shakma?” Plo asked hurriedly
which caused the grandmaster to look at him.

Brows
furrowed, Windu looked around. “He was suppose to… he was here a
moment ago. Why?” The Jedi must have sensed something in the others
tone.

“My
bond to Obi-Wan went mute and he is nowhere in sight either.” Plo
explained and both quickly looked to where Skywalker and
Tano were
currently sparring which lead Wolffe to suspect the bonds went mute
for more than one
reasons.

Like
when someone wanted privacy… or when they were forcibly shut down.

“I
can trace his comm,” Cody was there promptly, his face serious.
“The General allowed a tracker to be put into his comm for
emergency rescue considering the many times he’s gotten separated
from us during battle thanks to Ventress.” He held up his wrist
terminal.

“Find
him, please Commander.” Plo requested tightly.

Wolffe
wasn’t sure what they’d find when the tracker lead them to a tent
on the outskirts of the camp, but the redhead on the ground with
Shakma on his chest and the mans hands wrapped tightly around Obi-Wan’s
throat as he gasped pitifully for air was the last thing he expected.

Mostly
because of the stupidity of the entire thing.

The
hut’uun had to know the first person they would suspect would be
him!

Wolffe
barely had time to put his hands on his blasters with a snarl forming
on his lips when the dinii was already flying through the air to hit
the side of a transport so hard he crumpled to the ground like trash
as Plo flew forward, dropping down at his former padawan’s side.
“Obi-Wan!” He called for the other man, gathering the gasping man
against his chest even as Windu rushed past him towards Shakma with
an incensed look on his face.

Wolffe
opted to let the Jedi deal with the dinii, stopping by his buir and
Senaar as the latter wheezed for air.

His
face was a swollen mess and his hands were shaking as one gripped the
chest of Plo’s tunic and the other touched his cherry red throat,
tears and snot rolling down his face along with blood from a few
faint cuts as Plo murmured soothing nonsense while trying to calm the
other down as Plo
continued cataloguing Obi-Wan’s condition.
He could spot an
awkward bend in the others right foot and there were spots of blood
on the others armor and tunic.

Obviously
there had been a fight, maybe
Obi-Wan had frozen, maybe he had thought he could handle it alone but
clearly he hadn’t called out for help when it happened.

‘…Just
a few minutes later and it would have been too
late.’ Wolffe noted grimly as he helped his General pull Obi-Wan on
his feet, staying on the left side as support.

“Its
alright my child, I’m here, he won’t touch you again, I won’t let him.” Plo
whispered, stroking his claws over Obi-Wan’s hair.

Bloodshot
eyes turned towards him and despite it all, Obi-Wan managed a shaking
smile. “I know you won’t master… you’re always there when I’m
in trouble.” He got out hoarsely, his throat clearly taking damage
from the attack.

Plo
stroked the back of his claws over Obi-Wan’s tear and snot covered
cheek without any sign to minding it before nodding to Wolffe to
start walking. “Medic station, now.”

‘Oh
boy, if the vode were upset about Shakma before, I don’t think we
can stop them from outright beating the poodoo out of him now…’
Wolffe wasn’t sure he’d try to stop them even as Cody hovered
beside them, comming the medics as they walked carefully with Obi-Wan
in the middle limping even with aid. ‘Skywalker’s going to be
unbearable now.’