I've had this request since this fanfic was called Plo Koon Gets to be a Dad. I am so happy I finished this. Thank you, @MasterValerie for being so patient with me. Ims o glad I finally got your request done.

When Plo Koon received the recording, he was less than happy. During a stealth mission, Wolffe and Boost got captured by Separatists, who wanted Republic information about war tactics. Of course he had to discuss this with Mace Windu, Yoda, and Obi-Wan Kenobi too, which brought him to the present.

"Two of my men have gotten captured by the Separatists. They will give them back in exchange for Republic war tactics." Plo said.

"You will not give in." Mace Windu decided. "You must leave your men behind. There are only two of them, and they are just clones after all."

Obi-Wan put his hand on his chin. "They may be clones but that does not mean that they are worthless and expendable."

Plo could feel the unsettling air in the room lift slightly at those words.

"If he does give Republic secrets to the Separatists then there will be a lot of damage to many places, possibly even Coruscant." Mace Windu argued.

"Agree with both of you, I do." Yoda said. "But rescue your men, you will not."

Mace Windu smiled smugly.

Plo felt a slight trickle of anger enter his mind, but he hid it in the Force. "Of course, Masters."

Then, he signed off the hologram, and closed his eyes. Could he really abandon Wolffe and Boost? No. He couldn't. But the Council did not want him to go rescue them. Was he really about to disobey orders? Yes. He was.

Plo brought his comlink up to his mouth. "Sinker, Comet, I need you to meet me in the main hangar bay."

"Roger that, sir." Comet replied. "We'll be there soon."

"Good." Plo said, then turned off his comlink and headed to the main hangar bay.

When Plo Koon got there, Comet and Sinker were waiting for him.

"So why did you call us here?" Sinker asked.

"We are going to rescue Wolffe and Boost." Plo shrugged.

Comet and Sinker looked at him blankly and a silence formed. It wasn't an awkward one, but it was more of one made out of surprise.

Finally, Comet spoke. "Did the Council say that you could rescue them?"

Plo shook his head. "No, they didn't."

There was another silence, same as before.

"Sir you're-" Sinker started, but was quickly interrupted by Plo.

"I am aware of what I am doing." Plo said. "And I am still doing it."

Comet and Sinker glanced at one another, but nodded to Plo in agreement. They had to save their family.

...

Wolffe frowned. Usually Separatists killed clones by now. They must have realized that he was a commander. Usually with the bargaining-clones-for-information-thing, the clones were killed right before the Jedi came.

"Do you think we're gonna be rescued?" Boost asked suddenly.

Wolffe hesitated. "Yes."

"So we're not going to get rescued." Boost declared.

"Look, I don't know the future, so I don't know what will happen. Maybe we'll get rescued, maybe not, I don't know." Wolffe yelled.

All of a sudden, their door slammed open. It wasn't the droids, like Wolffe thought it would be. It was Plo Koon.

"P-Plo!" Wolfe stuttered in surprise.

"Wolffe, Boost, we're here to rescue you." Sinker said through the doorway.

Wolffe's head shot up. "Sinker! How'd you find us?"

Sinker shrugged. "It was Plo's idea. He planned everything."

The commander frowned and was about to ask more questions, but Boost got up and smiled widely. "Let's go then."

The questions could wait. Wolffe followed Boost out of the cell to see Plo Koon and Comet making sure no one was coming.

"Wolffe, Boost, it is good to see you two." Plo smiled under his mask.

"I'm glad to see me too!" Boost joked.

"Let's go." Comer decided. "Droids could come here at any second."

Wolffe nodded in agreement, and Plo began to lead everyone back to the ship. As they actually reached the ship, Wolffe couldn't help but sigh in relief. That feeling of helplessness, not even knowing what was going to happen to you was something he never wanted to feel again. He assumed that Boost probably felt the same way. At least they went through it together, though.

"Come on, Wolffe." Plo placed his hand on the Commander's shoulder. "We need to leave."

Wolffe hadn't even noticed that he stopped walking. He hastily nodded, and walked all the way to the nearest seat. For some reason, he was really tired.

An hour later, he woke up suddenly to a small bump. He didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep.

"Wolffe!" Sinker ran over to him. "We just landed. We noticed that you fell asleep, and we didn't want to wake you."

"How's everyone else?" He immediately asked.

"They're okay. Boost fell asleep too, but in his bunk." Sinker shrugged. "Come on, we need to go get you a medical examination."

Wolffe hazily nodded, and followed his brother off the ship.

...

"You disobeyed a direct order!" Mace Windu yelled. "I vote that you get suspended from action for a month."

"I understand that I disobeyed your orders, but my clones needed me." Plo reasoned. "And no one died."

Yoda sat, deep in thought. "Suspended for a week, you are. Both of you."

Mace Windu's face was completely scrunched up in anger. "What? Why me?"

"A good idea, rescuing the clones is." Yoda decided.

Plo laughed gently. "Of course, Grand Master Yoda."

He turned off the hologram, and held his comlink up to his face. "Comet? How are Boost and Wolffe?"

"They're tired, but the medic said they'll be fine. They just need to rest for a few days." Comet answered.

"That's good." Plo murmured half to himself, half to Comet. "Because I've been suspended for a week."

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