Would do so even if he hadn’t been engineered to do exactly that. Wolffe wasn’t sure why he respected that as much as he did, but he would happily take a blaster bolt for the general. His Jedi in particular didn’t seem to understand the importance of keeping distance between the officers and the men. The general didn’t like being saluted, not when it wasn’t absolutely necessary. “Of course, sir,” Wolffe agreed, fighting the urge to salute. “Commander, I need to speak with you,” General Koon said just before Wolffe left the briefing room. He thought no more of the matter, having half-dismissed it as some kind of dream lying on the edge of unconsciousness… until after a briefing the next day. “Complain to my general.” Wolffe disconnected the comm with the press of a button and turned over in his bunk, surrendering gladly to sleep. “Perf- um… No? I’m - uh - I’m afraid appointments are mandatory-” That seemed to throw off the pleasant voice with its rehearsed, overly friendly manner. “Hello! The GAR has started scheduling regular maintenance appointments for all of the troopers who have received augmentations. His suspicions about the voice were confirmed when she gave her first and last name. He would think it was a shiny if the voice wasn’t clearly female. Wolffe huffed out a sigh at the obvious hesitation and fear of the person on the other end of the line. “What,” he asked flatly when he picked up the call. So he was very irritated when his comlink chimed loudly, ringing again when he successfully ignored it the first time. The moment his head touched the thin, GAR-issued pillow, Wolffe was drifting through a fog, well on his way toward a deep sleep. Sleep could be hard to come by, especially for someone who had lost as many men as Wolffe had, but his body was ready to rest. There was nothing more the commander needed to do, and he relaxed in the privacy of his bunk. General Koon had dismissed him for the night. The 104th was on the way back to Coruscant for a resupply and a short leave, set to arrive at the center of the Republic in a little over a day. In any case, he was glad to be back onboard the Solidarity. That was a ridiculous excuse for laziness, to Wolffe’s way of thinking, but nobody had asked him. For the safety of their personnel, they had explained. The threat itself hadn’t amounted to much, but it was enough for the commerce guild to put temporary restrictions on the movement of goods. The day’s work had been simple enough, dropping off supplies to a planet that had suffered a Separatist threat to their shipping routes. So long, in fact, that Wolffe couldn’t actually remember the last time he had slept. Also contains references to Wolffe’s chapter of Nobody Listens to Kix and mentions my Wolfpack medic OC Curl. Warnings: Contains vague references to medical treatment of the eye. Written in response to an AO3 request by Alessandra_DaughterofApollo! You work as the GAR’s first cybernetics specialist, providing necessary care for the ever-growing list of troopers with cybernetic augmentations.
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