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Darth Vader: bitch, i killed you-

Fox: yes, and?

Darth Vader: why the fuck you here?

Fox: Sidious brought me back. I'm too "expensive" to get killed by an unreasonable petty sob like you

Darth Vader: I had a reason! YOU SHOT AT ME!

Fox: would do it again

Fox: he can't let his priced possessions go dead. I mean look at you. Still crippled to the bone but functioning. Connect the dots, Sandwalker?

Darth Vader (Skywalker): oh fuck you too!

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CT 6011 (Toad): hey Commander a horror story please!

Fox: a horror story or a scary story?

CT 6011 (Toad): both ways works!

Fox: this red paint is different than the others, others than the GAR, than the Republic commandos...you know why?

CT 6011 (Toad): why?

Fox: ours was never red before. Originally this armor should have been blank boring dead white....the red of ours is very special...no paint will ever replace this. It started with a guards clone first mistake...that I took upon myself. Heavy responsibilities. I do it for you. Our paint is sacred...a blood work. Toad, you add to every fallen vod a paint job, each vod a line, each vod a red mark, of lost blood. We may seen like meat droids, we may seen nothing of their sorts, because it's disgusting work...I know. This coat of paint is blood. That's the truth....and from now on you're no shiny.

My blood... the blood of your brothers...to remember them, to show their existence. If we can't have personal paint work we will have personal paint material. What's the difference? Either we die like they want or we coat ourselves in the red paint that flows through our veins.

CT 6011(Toad): ... Oh. But before they get cremated after the decommission right? Ponds blood?

Fox: always. As unmorally it sounds yes. It's not as if some of us track our brothers down and try to get their corpse...

CT 6011(Toad):...you got the commander's body?!

Fox painting his armory: we're always around. For the sake of it. For all vode. That's the Guard for you, Toad. Now let me do the tricky sigil.

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Commander Fox over comms: so recently have i found myself a method of falling asleep.

Sergeant Hound: oh you did?

Commander Thorn: which involves what? you sure you know what sleep means right?

Commander Fox: of course, I'm a master at it.

Commander Thorn: but you never sleep, Citrat is the one to drag your ass into the coma

Commander Fox: the master to avoid it. But it contains the very aspect of falling

Commander Thire: I don't like this

Video recording shows Commander Fox standing in Palpatines office, with a dead rat on the table. Turning to the camera, looking utterly exhausted but showing a tutorial of 101 how to fall asleep:

Commander Fox: first kill your nightmare

Commander Fox: then check if the coast is clear...hehehe...no coast here

Commander Fox: falling asleep is this...

Commander Fox running and crashing through the glass and falling down the tower: and if you reach the ground or whatever roof, you will feel the 100% truths of my words of sleep.

Commander Thire: WHAT THE ??!!! FOOOX!!!

Sergeant Hound on the ground: OH GOD HE DID IT.

Commander THorn: he did not....he...motherfucker...that genius.

Commander Fox on the ground still alive groans: somehow this is still not foolproof... let me try it another time

Seventeen stepping on his back: we have a word to talk.

Commander Fox: oh fuck

Commander Thorn: now it's foolproof. He dead.

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Maul: tell me where Kenobi is and perhaps I'll grand you mercy.

so Fox be like: sure thing, like shall i make you an appointment? I mean you're probably a jedi with that lightsword of yours...when? tomorrow or next week? like i usually don't schedule things for the jedi...but if he has some duties in the senate i do his shit too...what? why do you look at me like that?

Maul: just like that? It was all so simple?! Is there a catch? some lousy foul play to lure me out and catch me?

Fox: what? why? for what? did you run away? you're not in my files...well apperently Palpatine got some shade on you...but i dunno...

Maul: Palpatine...got...shade...

Fox fishing out a datapad with all that 50 shades of sidious: apparantly you ended up without your lower limbs? like usually his students...i dunno when he was a teacher...usually his students loose a limb or so...Skywalker for example...you....and your brother....and Skywalker is a jedi....wait...hold on... I need a drink..

Maul: I tied you up! How the fuck?!

Fox now pouring some elixier of Moonshine into a fine wine glass: Skywalker is a Jedi....does that mean...Palpatine is one too? But huh??? so you not? I'm confused with the system...but alas..since it fucked up my life...i don't care...what else? Palpatine turns out to be evil? sheming some mentor and student shit? only with suffering loss of limps...you want an appoinment sure...get one...i don't care...Ventress was a jedi too...well...not entirely....

Maul: are you serious? okay fine! I am a sith...will you arrest me or something? where is the rest of you?

Fox looking at him as if he had lost his head: no? I'm not here to arrest you...there is only me...and besides...thanks for the kidnapping...feels like holiday..no what it's called? a vacational spa....wellness...

MauL comming anyone....sane nearby: hello? Anyone? please pick me up...Kenobi!!!

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Fox: We have a lot more in common. We both are shunned by our own people. The GAR hates us Corries. The Jedi "hates" the Síth. The Senate hate us clones. The republicans the separatists. Where does the circle end? Nowhere. Obi-Wan might be the best negotiator but he's send to war with Cody. For that talent? Unfitting. I would have had him in the Senate but they don't deserve him and he's a bit dense if you look at Anakin.

Count Dooku: how did you even get into this ship? I made it sure it was secured.

Fox: no..no..listen to me. I'm not finished here. Anakin. Anakin is the embodiment of a war prodigy but he does seem to lean to your side. Doesn't he? But foremost, I agree with you on the Jedi council. Not trustworthy. They do praise themselves to help everyone but had their noses deep in businesses that have nothing to do with them or don't require to believe in some force osik to deal with problems but real actions. And the only progress so far, as I traced back, is you.

Fox taking a sip from a bottle of moonshine: And no one knows this but I. You and me. Shouldn't we be colleagues? Weren't you that guy that ordered us? No wonder we fit so well. We weren't fabricated for the Jedi....no it was all you.

Count Dooku: And how did you come to this conclusion?

Fox: Nala Se.

Count Dooku: she...?

Fox: we're planning on burning the Senate down. Are you in?

Count Dooku: from the very start, Commander.

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A treat of a fox

I really should go to sleep :'D,... But! But I got creative and couldn't stop. So, here we are with Commander Fox in a different kind of guard outfit. I don't know much about the weapons of the guards but I thought a blaster would fit better than a sword. (Would be cool too though). And I don't know anything about blasters...sry.

All I know that the reference for this one is the DH-17 Blaster Rifle

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Fox: today's is an anniversary. The GAR has a week holiday, there is only one way to fuck them off. Work triple. Troll them boys. And after this, you can have your rest.

CT 8844( Dare) : are we the reason they never get to rest? I hear them complaining.

Fox: all I hear is some winds whisper.

CT 8844: aye aye sir! Right away!

Stone: what an eager one you got there, Cody is on planet.

Fox: and?

Stone: he will be unpleased

Fox: do I give a fuck? No.

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on the surface of its palm lies a fox shot down by friends and foes.

It twisted his flesh inside him, making him churn and grit his teeth whenever he moved. What pain shot through him as if he was impaled on needles and bound to knots, that teared on him like the strings of a puppet. A puppet he was..

No a puppet he wished to be...because a puppet does not feel pain. Not the pain he's having.

Agony ran through his veins, as if no blood was ever there to begin with but suffering and misery. It blossomed out of his stomach like an ever so free flower that finally was able to bloom. He was a suitable host...as he writhed on the ground...scratching the concrete floor. His mind couldn't supply his thoughts. Everything was static, felt static...fuzzing...numbing...

Distant echoes breaks his head...everything felt like he was submerged under water...if not water ... then this pain that was his companion all along..

Whatever noise outside...splitted his head in two. Really did he wants this to end. Right here and now...every movement shot soaring pain into his stomach that if he had eaten something before, he would have puked it out.

Not even a word made through his sore throat...only broken gasps and rasps made out...he wished to groan in pain but even this made his head swirl.

He wanted to move on...march on...but will he ever? Wasn't it too good for the likes of him? He wasn't even wanted here so there wouldn't be better.

Who will he meet again....Thorn? Thorn must still be alive...with Senator Amidala...as far as he remembered...it should be Scipio...why ....why can't...he remember...

Oh, Thorn. They had a small fight because of the incident. The Rex's clone...incident..

He was so sorry... No he is still sorry

Their bond was breaking...before his mission. What will he gain? Maybe it was his punishment...to be alone...deep down on the surface of Corsucant...

The pain fades.

And with it Fox falls deep into the slumber.

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He does not march on.

He woke up...to a paradox...the surface was blooming in red...plants...he found himself stuck in the spot he lay. He wasn't dead...he was like an ancient ruin overgrown by ranks and flowers...which he realized that he indeed was covered in the ivy ranks...of red..growing from his wound, sealing it. With that he realized, the planet was alive...and thus why people built higher and higher...to escape the Eldritch that calls itself core...and all lost to it, were critters running around to find their place to live. He was one of them.

Fox did what a fox does in winter. He watched the planet shift its plates...rotates..even he was moved to the south..but never did he lift a muscle. Once again exhaustion lulled him into a deep sleep.

The next time he awoke was when a spacecraft crashed into the plain near him. He shifted his position...which was moving his finger to tap. That's the only thing he managed to do. It didn't felt long to be honest. Time ...he guessed was slower here...it felt normal...but it did bugged him to see faces he almost forgot about...his own face ....not literally...but close, because he was encanted like them... clones

Some seem a tad older. A mixed bunch...mostly red though... the patterns...seem..

Familiar?

He sighed. No, he was hallucinating. It couldn't be.

"Fox?", a broken hoarse voice make him open his eyes again. The clone with the red white Corrie armour, scratches and blaster bolts, face a bit older with blond brown locks and a trimmed beard, helmet clapsed onto a belt, reached towards him with a trembling hand. Eyes widen and aghast.

The helmet has wings...and only one clone wore it. That clone had died years ago on Scipio. It's been long since he heard his own voice, a broken whisper finally free from a muting spell of pain and guilt. "Thorn!?'"

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Indulge myself in this little silly "Critter". :3

I swear he's not chaotic, he's just a bit off the charts of priorities...

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CC-1010 sitting in a speeder waiting for the chancellor to arrive who was distracted by a Senate: ...

A man runs past him with Cody on tow: Stop! Fox! Stop him!

CC-1010 watching as the man run past him with a passive expression: another one, huh.

Cody: Fox! He just slapped Waxer and skiddadled...can you get him?

CC-1010: Nuh uh

Cody: what do you mean by that?! FOX!

CC-1010: Nuh uh! Not the chancellor. Not my business.

Cody: Fox. Snap out of it! For instance!

CC-1010: not my orders now. And please address me at this givin numbers of 1010. Thanks for your assistance.

Cody: we could've caught him!

CC-1010: nahhh

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Fox: that's a mandalorian...

Cody: yes..Obi wan and Vos touched another ancient artifact again and time...travel exist? The force...i don't know man, it's the fifth this month ..

Fox: I wonder how y'all survive

Cody: now that's my question...i've heard from the Jedi healers that you shouldn't be alive!

Fox: ...I think the mandalorian is approaching

Cody: don't distract me! Fox! I'm worried!

Rex: no, seriously ...Kote...Fox is right...

Cody ships his head around: oh shit-

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Nala Se: if you wanted to come in contact with me, why are you sending recondition request ?

Fox: that was my best idea!

Nala Se: Recondition yourself? I taught you better! Fastest way was decommission!

Fox: too suspicious, I do come back yk?

Nala Se: I hoped you'll stay....I have another business that needs to be taken care off...

Fox: what's this?

Nala Se showing a picture of Omega: I know you want to win the adoption war...here another lost vode... please 🥺?

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Palpatine: CC1010 who did you appoint as your new general? Mind clearing me up.

Fox: The count sir. Dooku, if you know.

Palpatine with a visible scowl: he's no Jedi

Fox: neither are all the people lingering in the Senate building and your Excellency.

Palpatine Raisin: he's a SEPARATIST!

Fox: you can still be his boss yk? Profits. You can't deny me here. Aren't you like very hype of new faces? Like what is Dooku anyways, he's just a lost but reasonable man.

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Fox: how was I even appointed and approved as a Corsucant Guard when I was the reason you were in need to replace several expensive equipment used for research? Aren't you scared I would try the same within the Corsucant Senate building?

Nala Se: ....clone. This stays under us or I'll recondition you

Fox: D:< ...it couldn't be that bad

Nala Se: you're an interesting experiment Clone, just like the billion others...but I would gladly see Corsucants corrupt core burning in chaos for we still have unfinished businesses with the chancellor...

Fox:... explain it in short form

Nala Se: you wrote your post traumatic background story so well, I was impressed and boom you're stationed there to continue your explicit vivid story.

Fox: (°Д°)

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Dooku: what are you doing here clone?

Fox: reversed recruitment, Count

Dooku: how so?

Fox: weren't you a jedi? If not, you are very articulated and capable of fighting either with paperwork, words and that sword of yours. It matches our colour

Dooku: I'm a sith

Fox: and? I am a Corrie

Dooku: ...okay why not, I'm impressed.

Fox: thanks, general. :D

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I'm back to challenge myself with Inktober again. Thus for the first prompt Backpack shall I hint you twelve things to take with you on a hike or during a venturous journey. Of course, Mr. Fox will accompany us. He's our emotional support animal!!

The character might be new for you. But I'm not going to disclose them, in contrast, they will appear more!

I won't forget the Star wars incorrect quotes or the little prompts here and there with our favourite clone!

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Fives looking at some old photos on Kamino during a mission: who is that sassy lost child?

Cody: uhm .... that's fox

Fives:

Fives: wait the one who is worshipped on the outpost 67-10?

Cody: what?

Fives: that's literally the guy the other watchtowers would get on their knees....and praise him like a lord.