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FoxQuin Week Day 6: Time Travel

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night!

It's here! My favorite fic of the week!!

I honestly had the bestest time writing this one, it was stuck in my head for AGES and I just needed an excuse to write it! Featuring Jaster Mereel, Kal Skirata, Feemor, and MORE!

I really hope you all like it <3 It is a bit of a read clocking in at almost 3.9k words!

Day 6: Time Travel/"Please refrain from kissing the commander while he is on duty, in front of a senator, or a shiny" @foxquinweek

“I have to be honest, this is definitely the weirdest osik to happen to me in my life.” Jaster kriffing Mereel, the Prime’s buir, laughed around the fire him and his ori’ramikad made. It was similar to watching his vode when it came down to competence.

Cody laughed along with him.

“Imagine how we’re feeling! One second we’re boots on the ground in the shebs end of the galaxy and next thing we know we’re in the middle of a Mandalorian civil war.”

There were toasts and mild roasting amongst the vode and the Haat Mando’ade and Cody thought for once it seemed like there was something out there looking out for the Vode.

“I’m simply curious as to what seems to be the criteria for platoons being pulled into the past.” Obi-wan hummed and took a sip of his shig, eyes lighting up at the flavor. That was Cody’s Jedi for you.

“Oh I am as well, Jetii. For the most part it seems almost random. You say you were all separated in your time correct?” Mereel leaned in, the same spark in his eyes that graced the General’s when they found a particularly old temple ruin.

Cody sighed as the two started talking a little beyond his comprehension and looked around at the gathered Platoons.

It wasn’t as many as he wanted, but more still were appearing.

Wolfe and his pack, their Jedi, Koon, Bly and his squad of commandos with their Jedi (whom Bly was guarding from interested Mando’s like he was being paid to), Ponds and his lot and, of course, High General Windu, Faie and his closet vode with the spy Vos (who Obi-wan was close to??), Mundi and Bacara and their ilk, Neyo and his Jedi that Cody really didn’t know the name of, Rex and his maniacs plus little Tano, and a few other brothers with their Jedi that Cody couldn’t see and therefore couldn’t name.

Wait a second.

“I think it has something to do with Jedi, General.” Cody piped up, effectively cutting off Mereel mid-sentence. Whoops.

Several Jedi and their commanders seemed to hear him, otherwise they were all convening on the fire for some other reason. Doubtful.

“Well, I mean, the Force, or the Manda, would have to be involved somehow, there’s no technology I’m aware of that could do this.” Obi-wan looked confused and it was definitely a good look on him. Not that Cody was looking. No sir.

Cody shook his head.

“No, General, I mean that it seems it’s only a Jedi and their assigned platoons that are showing up. I know for a fact the 327th is larger than just twenty troops yet that’s all there are, including Bly. And only the Ghost Squadron is here, and not even all of it. It’s just the vode that work the closest with their Jedi and said Jedi.”

Several heads were nodding around the circle, and Bacara gave him an assessing stare, judging Cody for every word that escaped his lips, before nodding slightly.

Always nice when the Marine backs you up.

“What about the rest of the vode? Is it just going to be the lucky shebs’palon’e that get to come back to a less fraught time?” Ponds frowned, Windu flinching like something was smacking him in the head repeatedly.

“Less fraught?” Kal kriffing Skirate asked, settling next to Mereel too close to be just friendly. Not something Cody would have guessed about Prime’s buir. “We’re in the middle of a system wide Civil War, how is that less fraught?”

Several Commanders couldn’t hold back giggles or chuckles at the question. A system wide civil war. Copikla.

“Well we came from a Galactic Wide Civil War, so yes, less fraught.” Secura snarked. Nice to know that there was a good reason that Bly was boots over buy’ce for her.

“Alright, let’s all stop saying fraught.” Mereel mediated, smiling at the vod who decided to take their buckets off, not even flinching at the face of his ad mirrored in several older beings.

Spine of beskar this one.

There was peaceful murmuring for a while as Cody’s Jedi started to ruminate over his first statement, sipping at his shig every few seconds. The Haat’ade delighting in conversations with various vode about their best battle stories, sharing shig and rations like it was second nature.

The baby Prime was no where to be seen.

Likely trying to hide from his future decision to make millions of children only to abandon them all and declare them non-sentient.

Hard truths.

The cheerful mood was split by Ponds suddenly gasping and looking to Cody with wide eyes. He cocked his head.

“If it’s only vode with Jedi then are we ever going to see Fox’ika again?”

Osik.

Fox was their batch baby and has been a pain to get in contact with since he was docketed as Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard. A battalion well known for not having a Jedi because it wasn’t as strenuous a posting as frontline ones.

Kriff if Cody wasn’t regretting feeling happy that their batch baby was going to be safe on Coruscant when the deployments came. Now it meant that he might never see his littlest kih’vod again.

Mereel perked up.

“Fox’ika? An ad?”

Cody shook his head, Ponds, Bly, and Wolffe echoing him.

“Our batch baby. He was the last decanted in our batch so he’s our youngest. Assigned to be the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guard.” But kriff if Cody still wasn’t proud of that posting. Three Marshall Commanders in one batch, unheard of.

“The Guard famously doesn’t have a Jetii Commander.” Neyo piped up, grinning wickedly at Wolffe who snapped his teeth at the scout. Those two would never get over their tubie rivalry it seemed.

Obi-wan cocked his head.

“They don’t?” Several Generals echoed his confusion with sounds of their own, looking to their commanders with wide eyes.

“They’re flimsi pushers. Datapad handlers. They don’t need a Jedi for osik like that.” Faie scoffed and if Cody didn’t secretly agree with them then he’d take their head off himself for belittling his vod’ika like that.

It was an important posting.

Even if there was no fighting to be had.

A few of the Haat scoffed at the idea of such a responsibility, not shocking for a culture built around battle and victory.

Mereel just looked concerned.

The rest of Cody’s batch just looked sad.

“Did someone mention the Guard?” Vos popped up into the circle like a particularly stubborn weed, and several Haat’ade jerked in surprise at his appearance. Cody and his vode were not immune to the surprise, either, if the small jumps and dropped jaws said anything.

Faie rolled their whole head as they rolled their eyes.

“We don’t have time for your obsession with the flimsi pushers, General.” They scoffed.

Obi-wan looked at Vos like the Kiffar had grown extra limbs.

“Obsession with the Guard? Quinlan what in the Force?”

It was Vos’ turn to roll his eyes as he settled in between Obi-wan and Secura, shuffling his shebs to make room. Shabuir.

“Commander Faie is being facetious, Obes. I have a perfectly natural interest in the Guard and the image that the rest of the Vode seem to have of them.” Vos sounded relatively normal as he spoke, but he was shooting daggers at Faie the whole time.

Said vod looked shocked at the Mando’a coming out of his General’s mouth.

Not unheard of that some vode don’t feel comfortable sharing the little bit of culture they coveted with tooth and nail with their Jedi. Seems like Faie was one of them.

That brings the question: where did Vos learn it? Especially the preference they had for being called vode.

“Image? The kriff does that mean?” Wolffe growled, lunging for Vos only to be held back by the careful clutch of claws from his Jedi. Good being, that Koon.

“Just that, Commander. When I’ve been in my post as a General with Commander Faie, all I’ve ever heard about the Guard is that they’re flimsi pushers, datapad handlers, wouldn’t know how to handle a blaster with a step-by-step manual. It’s all very rude, honestly. Not my experience at all.” Vos shrugged, looking to Obi-wan with a particular glint in his eye that Cody didn’t like.

“Your experience?” Cody’s General asked, raising a single brow at his friend(?).

Vos opened his mouth, finger firmly in the air, when he was cut off by a shout from across the plains they were camping in.

“JASTER!”

Heads popped up from around the camp, various troopers and commandos in various state of undress looking with wide eyes at the Mando in blue shouting at the Mand’alor.

“Tor?” Mereel voiced to himself, very confused.

“What does that shabuir want?” Kal kriffing Skirata hissed, glaring at the other Mando with a gaze that could kill. “Kriffing Kyr’stad.”

Several vod perked up, looking at the offending Mando with squinted eyes and cocked heads. More blue-clad Mandos started to file up behind this Tor character.

“HOW DARE YOU GET AN ARMY OF JETII INVOLVED IN OUR WAR!”

“An army of Jedi?” Koon muttered, voice lilting slightly as he looked at Wolffe slightly.

“News to me.” Wolffe shrugged, several other Jedi murmuring their agreements.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Tor!”

It was as Jaster spoke that the first figure clad in a long brown robe appeared on the plains between the Haat’ade camp and the offending Kyr’stad.

“JASTER!”

It was like a signal, and several more figures joined the first, almost a head shorter than them, but all dressed in vaguely Jedi-esque robes, covering them from top to bottom.

Cody couldn’t tell their species considering the robes.

Idly, he noticed that Vos had perked up even more than he had when talking about the Guard. (The kriff was that about?)

“YOU JETIISE HAVE BEEN ATTACK MY CAMPS FOR WEEKS NOW! PREPARE TO FACE ME HEAD ON!” Tor yelled, pointing a lightsaber hilt at the hundreds of robe-clad figured.

It was a signal.

Several thousand Mandos started storming towards the hundreds of beings masking themselves as Jedi and Mereel and Cody’s Jedi made concerned noises.

“We were wondering who was taking pot shots at Tor the past few weeks.” Kal muttered.

Mereel noticed the vode and Jedi’s confusion and elaborated a bit.

“For the last two weeks or so every Kyr’tsad camp we got info on was already hit before we got there. It was uncanny their speed considering no one was there by the time we did.”

The Robed Ones didn’t even twitch at the army of Mandos running at them.

“I didn’t even know there were that many Kyr’tsad for Viszla to call on. Myles grumbled, carefully readying his pistols for the blaster fight that was about the break out. No way hundreds could take on thousands.

Several vode nodded and started shelling up when Vos chuckled, still relaxing in his place around the fire. What a cocky shabuir.

“Master?” Secura questioned, taking her ques from him instead of her troopers.

“Don’t worry, Aayla. I just enjoy watching some beings being forced to eat their words.”

Almost as if planned, as soon as Vos finished talking, music started to reverberate the air, starting low and rising in volume in rhythmic pounding beats.

The Kyr’tsad faltered as every single robed figure, except the first, spread their legs and braced carefully.

An eerie lilting voice started low vocalizations in the music as the tallest figure nodded their head, flexing their hands slightly.

Both figures next to them flourished their hands and blades appeared in them, just in time for the taller to pull his arms back and push them. Very similarly to how Skywalker liked to fling his troopers through the air.

Just the same, the two were flying through the air with more grace than Torrent ever managed, robes flying off to reveal colorful civilian clothing completely different from each other, but both with matching metal masks, not a lick of armor between them.

They landed onto of Kyr’tsad soldiers and downed them in seconds.

It was then the tallest figure started flinging their counterparts in waves, several wielding blades of some sort, some with blasters, and others with nothing but their hands coated in thick gloves.

Cody watched, entranced, as the smaller group decimated the larger, Kyr’tsad falling like bogflies left and right to viciously competent verde.

One memorable take down consisted of a red clad verd kicking the helmet clean off a Kyr’tsad Mando for one of their companions to shoot them in the head.

After the entire army (and it was obviously an army, though maybe not of Jedi) was launched, the larger figure jumped the distance in a single bound, right into a gathering of Kyr’tsad without his verde, and pushed them all out very much like a Jedi.

Within what felt like minutes, the Kyr’tsad force was down to a quarter of what they started with, and they were clearly nervous. Their leader fuming in the back.

It became obvious why when the herd was thinned out a little more.

The same red-clad verd from earlier was single handedly taking out scores of Kyr’tsad with their bare hands.

“YOU!” Tor yelled, “I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL OF SINGLE COMBAT!” he pointed his lightsaber hilt at the verd and ignited it.

The Haat’ade all took a sharp breath.

“The dha’kad.” Was whispered by enough Mandos that Cody took it to mean that it was important somehow. Wonderful.

“We only thought that dar’manda sleemo had it, now he confirms it.” Mereel sucked a breath between his teeth as the battlefield stopped.

Red lifted their head to the Kyr’tsad Alor and nodded decisively, the rest of the masked verde slamming their fists to their chests in a salute eerily similar to the Vode.

Red’s verde formed a long circle around them, pushing back the blue Mandos with glee to make a pathway for Tor to make his way to his challenge.

The larger, still clad in their robe, leaned down to talk quietly with Red, gesturing to something along their back before nodding and joining the circle.

As soon as Tor was inside the circle it closed behind him, still the music played from overhead, always something with a marching beat.

Cody looked up and spotted another masked verd up in one of the few trees on the plain. (He was never gladder that they were up on a hill and could easily make out the actions inside the ring.)

Tor spat at the feet of Red, glaring and putting his helmet on without turning off the lightsaber that he was wielding (badly it seems).

“You have a lightsaber.” Red’s voice was soft but it carried, niggling in Cody’s ear like he recognized it from somewhere he couldn’t place. It did sound awfully familiar.

“It’s the dha’kad, you insolent whelp.” Tor spat, vocoder doing little to hide the sneer in his voice. “Until death is how challenges for this kad generally go. So be good and die quietly.”

That was one angry Mando.

The masked verde didn’t even shift at the threat to their leader.

“Mandokarla.” Someone whispered from behind Cody and he couldn’t help but nod along. Those verde had some serious gett’se.

“Funny.” Red remarked, voice just as plain as it was earlier. “I agree.”

The masked ones saluted again, their reverberating sound changing the music into a loud chant with rhythmic pounding as Tor launched himself at Red. They dodged.

It carried on the same way for the next minute, possibly two, when Tor screamed and lunged again.

“FIGHT BACK, YOU HUT’UUN!” he screamed.

“Alright.” Red responded, and with the next swing of the dha’kad, the verd didn’t move, but with a very familiar swish there was a green lightsaber stopping the black laser sword.

Tor was visibly taken aback, even from as far away as Cody was.

“YOU-!”

Red pushed Tor back before reaching behind themselves and lighting up another ‘saber, this one a bright turquoise and twirled them both, a clear showing that they knew what they were doing and weren’t just mindlessly swinging a laser sword and hoping to achieve something. Coughcough Tor coughcough.

Maybe this one actually was a Jedi.

Or at least had training from one, their ‘saber work was impressively similar to Jedi katas.

It almost looked like Red was playing with the Mando, dodging, parrying, and deflecting, but not taking a single swing with either lightsaber.

“YOU-”

Tor over extended himself and with a swift kick, Red had knocked the dha’kad out of his hand and caught it with his own.

The Kyr’tsad leader was frozen.

With smooth movements, every ‘saber was extinguished and disappeared and an ordinary blaster was pulled and placed underneath Tor’s chin, primed and ready.

“You won’t do it. Shabla hut’uun-” he was cut off as Red pulled the trigger and the bolt sliced through the sparse covering and bounced around in the beskar buy’ce as Tor’s body fell to the ground.

The rest of Death Watch started running off.

A few members of the masked force took off after them, felling them all in swift takedowns and cleverly placed blaster bolts or flourished blades.

“What in the absolute haran?” Kal kriffing Skirata spoke and the rest of the camp was silent, in various states of dress, still.

Then Rex’s maniacs broke the stunned silence.

“Cyare!!”

Fives and Echo took off out the camp, heading for one of the masked verde, tackling them without slowing down an iota.

The mask was removed swiftly and Echo was enthusiastically kissing the revealed face while Fives was babbling excitedly, pausing every now and then to place a chaste kiss on waiting lips.

Wait a second.

Is that?

“I knew you’d show up here, baby.” Vos drawled out, sauntering his way down the hill towards the verd with the dha’kad. Obi-wan made a noise in the back of his throat, reaching out for his batchmate with one hand and holding his lightsaber in his other.

“Thanks for the loan, cyar’ika.” Red spoke, handing over one of the ‘sabers they battled with to Vos, looking up slightly to meet eyes with the Jedi.

Vos ignored the proffered ‘saberto move aside the mask with one hand, his other wrapping around Red’s waist to pull them flush to his body.

In a smooth movement he had captured the other’s lips, pulling them tighter and moving the hand not wrapped around a tapered waist into salt and pepper red hair.

The kiss deepened, and even as far away as Cody was now he could see flashes of tongue and silver metal as they both sank into the kiss, ignoring the Haat’ade who were staring at them, gob smacked.

Cody was certain that they might have gotten a little hot and heavy, had the tall figure in robes not cleared their throat pointedly.

Vos retreated from the verd, but not without a pointed lick at their reddened lower lip. Then he looked up at the other figure with a smile that wouldn’t melt butter, the shabuir.

Before the taller could speak, another verd the same size as Red popped up and jammed a gloved finger into Vos’ chest, growling under his breath.

This caused Vos to raise his hands and start to actually look contrite.

“What are the fucking rules, Vos?” (Cody tried not to flinch at the blatant use of Outer Rim swears, but he doesn’t think he was successful.)

“Come on, Hex, this is extenuating circumstances, surely.”

“What are the fucking rules, Quinlan Vos?” The verd repeated, stabbing into Vos’ chest again. Going by the flinch of the Jedi it was a forceful stab. Not that the shabuir didn’t deserve it, but Cody winced in sympathy.

Vos seemed to deflate.

“Let me start you off, please refrain…”

“From kissing the commander while he is on duty.”

“And?” A stab.

“In front of a senator.”

“And?” Another stab.

“Or in front of a shiny.”

“And you?” Stab.

“Did two of the three.”

“You’re on thin fucking ice, Quinlan Vos.” The verd growled before they were pulled away by two others, feeling them up like they thought that was the hottest thing they had ever seen. (They were almost like vode in that way. Competence kinks, the lot of them.)

The tallest chuckled and Vos stared up at them with a kicked tooka expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, Quinlan, you deserved that. You were told the rules several times.”

“But this is an exception, Fee! It’s not every day you’re sent back into the past and your celo becomes Mand’alor!”

“I did what?!” The verd shouted, turning to Vos with a dropped jaw and looking down at the dha’kad like it killed their entire batch. Ouch.

“Babe. Please.”

“No. I fucking refuse, give it to Cody.” Red threw the ‘kad at Vos and growled when the Jedi threw it back. Wait. Why do they know Cody’s name?

“Pretty sure it can only be exchanged through trial by combat, hon, and we both know you’d wipe the floor with Cody if he challenged you.” Rude.

Hold on a second.

“Fox’ika?”

Cody’s batchers jerked to stare at him with wide eyes, but suddenly, with perfect clarity, Cody knew he was right.

The verd looked up to them and took off their mask. And sure enough, Fox’s mismatched eyes and red hair were clearly seen by all.

Cody didn’t even really care that his kih’vod was officially Mand’alor now. That was his baby batcher, and he’d be damned if he was going to let Quinlan kriffing Vos be that close to him.

His batch was right behind him as they hurried down the hill, piling on to Fox and pushing Vos out of the way.

The tall one caught him so it’s not like he was hurt.

“Thanks, Fee.”

“I don’t think your Commander’s batchmates like you very much, Quinlan.”

“That’s fine. As long as Foxy likes me then there opinions don’t really matter, do they?”

‘Fee’ hummed in response.

After Cody felt like Fox was appropriately smothered, he pulled back, looking him over for any extreme changes since he last saw him.

Apparently that was all Vos needed to slither back in and wrap his arms around Fox’s waist like he was welcome there whenever he wanted to be.

Cody glared at the Jedi even as Fox leaned into Vos’ grasp and kissed the Kiffar on the cheek with a twinkle in his eye that Cody hasn’t seen since Fox was a cadet.

Shabuir.

When Cody and his batch rushed down, so too did the rest of their camp and Cody was graced with a pinched look on Faie’s face like he bit into a sour jogan fruit.

And even though he also needed to figure out just how he felt about watching Fox fight with two lightsabers like a trained Jedi and became Mand’alor, mostly Cody was just glad his batch was complete.

“So how often have you kissed in front of senators and shinies that one of your vod have specific rules about it?”

Force dammit Wolffe.

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snorkin-sporks · 20 hours ago

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FoxQuin Week Day 5: Fox Kills the Chancellor

Good Afternoon/Morning/Evening/Night!

This is probably my favorite right behind day 6! I had a good time writing a little glance into an AU :D

I've gone ahead and queued up days 6 and 7 on Tumblr, the ao3 version will be out on Monday along with the official update for TOUCHED <3

Day 5: Fox kills the Chancellor/"The Guard doesn't have a Jedi" @foxquinweek

Enjoy :D

“How is this supposed to work, exactly? No one ever set up any rules about how the clones would be tried in a court of law.” Plo Koon questioned with a heavy sigh, his Commander placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, glaring at the small holo of a vod in a cell.

“That would be because clones aren’t people, General. We get decommissioned, not tried.” Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard stated blandly enough that every councilor in the room jerked with shock.

“The Jedi Council put a stop to decommissioning, Commander.” Obi-wan spoke carefully, watching the three remaining Commanders of the Coruscant Guard, each standing perfectly straight in parade rest, helmets facing forward. They didn’t even move when someone addressed them.

“Sure, for the GAR.” Commander Thire added.

The Councilors shared uneasy looks.

“No…for all troopers, Thire.” Mace Windu’s Commander spoke even slower, enunciating his words very carefully.

“Maybe you should check that again, Commander. The Guard and the GAR are two separate organizations.” The final commander, Commander Stone, added, speaking just as slowly as Ponds had.

Silence echoed in the chamber while Depa Billaba was frantically scrolling on a datapad.

“While Depa looks for the order. In military tribunals the trooper’s Jedi normally speaks for them.” Mace Windu groaned, messaging his temples with both hands.

“The Guard doesn’t have a Jedi.” The three Guard commanders spoke in unison, the room freezing once more and devolving into silence.

“The Guard doesn’t have a Jedi…what?” Adi Gallia stuttered.

If the Guard Commanders weren’t wearing helmets then their raised brows would have been seen, as it was, every councilmember felt it.

“We had to have assigned a Jedi to the Coruscant Guard, how else were you getting supplies?” Even Piell grumbled.

“You’d have to ask Commander Fox that, sir. He was the one in charge of the Guard.” Thorn responded, all three of them moving their heads to stare at the holo of said vod in a small jail cell.

There was no movement from the holo, considering it was muted, but there were some mumbles and murmurs.

A gasp from Depa Billaba cut them all off.

“What is it, Depa?” Mace spat out, his eyes clenched shut and managing deep heaving breaths between words. Several councilors looked at him in concern, before turning to give Depa their attention as she cleared her throat.

“In the original mandate for the Galactic Army of the Republic it does state that the Coruscant Guard will here on to be considered a separate entity run by the choice of the Chancellor…and no Jedi is listed as being in charge of them…”

“Easy way to answer our questions, there is. Commander Fox, we must ask.” Yoda smacked his gimmer stick on the floor and gestured to Stass Allie to change the holo of said commander to allow for communication.

Yoda cleared his throat and it was picked up by the unmuted mic because Commander Fox’s head snapped to the holorecorder with impressive accuracy.

Obi-wan made a noise of approval and all three Guard Commanders seemed to vibrate out of their skins.

“Greetings, Commander. Under better circumstances, I wish this was.”

Fox cocked his head to the side before spreading his lips to bare his teeth in the barest facsimile of a grin, highlighting a particularly gruesome scar that cut through his face, from top of the forehead through the right eye, over the cheek bone, and into the tight blacks.

There were some minor shuffles of discomfort from the council, but the sight seemed to make the Guard Commanders vibrate even more, somehow.

“What better circumstances could there be, High General Yoda?” His voice was a rasp and with every movement a flash of silver was seen between his lips.

“Assassinating the Chancellor, accused, you are.” Yoda quirked his own brow and frowned when Fox’s vicious grin only widened.

“Accused? Oh that’s not right at all, General. I am not a sentient being, I cannot be accused of anything. In fact, you could argue I could no more break the law than a particularly nice chair.”

Obi-wan choked on air while a few councilors shifted to hide their signs of distress.

“Commander, this is serious. You are accused of assassinating the Chancellor of the Republic, and with no Jedi to represent you in front of a tribunal, you are unlikely to get a fair hearing.” Mace spoke very clearly, despite the furrow of his brow and the sweat beading along it.

Commander Fox snorted.

“A few things I should mention, High General Windu. First, assassination would imply that it was premeditated or planed, this was nothing more than a killing of opportunity. Second, I am a clone, I do not have rights, I am not considered sentient, I was never going to get a fair hearing. And lastly…” the holo shook violently and an ear splitting screech emanated from the projector.

The councilors flinched at the sound, but the three Guard Commanders started bouncing on the tips of their toes, looking for all intents and purposes like they were going to take off running at any moment.

Slowly the sound died down, the councilors all looking at the holo with wide eyes, as the shaking subsided to show a second being in the frame.

Tall, dark locs flowing down their back, Jedi-like robes frayed at the ends, lit lightsaber in one hand and the other outstretched to the still sitting Commander (smiling more softly at the new being with a light in their eye that suddenly made sense).

Fox took the hand gently, the Jedi(?) pulling him into their side with a smooth motion and kissing him soundly on the lips.

Obi-wan let out a strangled gurgle of noise, several GAR Commanders tensing as the being pulled away with a soft lick to Fox’s top lip before grinning up at the holorecorder.

“Quinlan Vos what have you done?” Plo Koon muttered under his breath, softly enough that the microphone couldn’t pick it up.

“I don’t plan to go in front of a tribunal at all.” Fox closed his eyes and sighed as Jedi Master Quinlan Vos bowed to the holorecorder before slicing through it with his lightsaber, flashing his warm brown eyes to the assembled Jedi with purpose.

Before the councilors could consider anything, the three Guard Commanders all took off at the same time, toggling the door open and closed behind them without time for anyone to relax.

“What the absolute kriff?” Commander Wolffe questioned, loudly, at the same time that every Commanders’ comms pinged with a system wide alert.

Commander Cody opened his to display to the entirety of the council.

It was holorecording of Commander Fox, his fellow Guard Commanders and several members of the Coruscant Guard standing behind him. At his side was Quinlan Vos.

“This is a notice to the GAR as well as to any holonews that might pick up the signal.” Fox paused, Quinlan wrapping an arm tightly around his waist and squeezing. Fox took a deep breath and continued. “As of now the Coruscant Guard is making the unanimous decision to leave the Republic.”

Several choked words echoed behind the announcement, with a loud groan coming from Mace as he slid from his chair and buried his face into Ponds’ shoulder when the Commander crashed to the floor to catch him.

“The Senate is corrupt, the Chancellor is corrupt, this whole damn system of government is corrupt, and we’ll no longer have anything to do with it.” Another deep breath. “You may see in the news that I assassinated the Chancellor as we are leaving. It’s not untrue, if it happens, but you may want to read through the data packet I released with this vid before condemning me to villainhood.”

Quinlan growled over the speakers and Commander Fox nudged him slightly with his shoulder before speaking again.

“When you read the data packet, you will know exactly why we did what we did. After this vid releases, you will never be able to find us, so don’t even try. We removed our slave chips and we’re going out into the galaxy to live our lives the way they were meant to be. I hope the citizens don’t suffer too much while the powerful use this opportunity to become more powerful.”

The entire Guard took a collective breath, Quinlan just as in sync as every vod on the holo.

“May fortune favor you.” They intoned before the holo blacked out.

The council room was silent for several beats before it was broken by Commander Bacara (of all clones).

“What did he mean by slave chips?”

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snorkin-sporks · 21 hours ago

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FoxQuin Week Day 3: Fox is Haunted

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night!

Back at it again with Day 3! (officially finished Day 6 at 3.8k words, I was POSSESSED I swear!) Anyway!

This one is completely inspired by It Was Only A Matter Of Time by Anon on ao3! (Love it, want to live in it, please it's so good) and is a bit longer than the other two days <3

Once again! Day 3 prompts: Fox/Coruscant is Haunted/"This is my only day off in weeks and you want me to help you commit a crime?"

Please enjoy! <3

Ever since Fox was a tubie he’s seen things that he shouldn’t have.

From Priest fight circles, to certain trainers sharing bunk with other trainers, to faint blue projections of fallen brothers.

It was the latter that always seemed to get him the most…interesting situations.

They knew things that no living vod did and it was something Fox coveted. The illusive knowledge. The inner workings of what went on behind the b’Kaminiise blank expressions.

It saved Fox a lot as a cadet, save his batchers, saved a lot of vode who might not have made it if it weren’t for his impossible knowledge.

All this to say, Fox was a little pissed that this fun ability of his was coming around to bite him in the shebs on his only day off in the last three months.

Some mir’sheb who went on an on about control chips in brains, the Chancellor being evil, and something about how Fox owed him for killing him.

Fox has never killed a vod so obviously this one was just saying absolutely anything to Fox’s attention. It was only working a little bit. Mostly because Fox’s day off tended to consist of staring at the bottom of Thorn’s bunk until something came to steal his attention.

Normally Quinlan.

Right now, it was this Fives mir’sheb.

“Un-kriffing-believable. I die for the good of vode everywhere and the only one who can see me is my killer and he can’t be assed to do osik besides stare at the bottom of a bunk. I bet he can’t even see me.” The blue Fives grumbled, trying (and failing) to kick at a dirty set of blacks Thire left on the floor like a heathen.

Fox sighed.

Whelp.

No one here to stop him from bad decisions.

“No offense, vod, but I’m pretty sure I’d remember killing a brother, so you’ll need to come up with new material to get my attention.”

Fox only got a moment to enjoy the look of Fives’ flabbers being gasted before his door slammed open with a delighted “Foxy!” echoing in the small space.

Oh good.

Quinlan was here.

In no time at all, the Jedi flopped on top of him and nuzzled into the slight stubble Fox couldn’t be assed to shave this morning, cooing at Fox’s deserved grumbles.

They both knew that Fox loved cuddles more than breathing.

It was the point of it all!

“Hey Foxy, my favorite clone in the history of clones, and my fluffy prickly menace to end all menaces.” Quinlan cooed, laying little kisses on Fox’s jaw and cheeks.

“What do you want, Quinlan? It’s my day off.”

“Oh, I know, baby. I thought we could go on a little date.”

Well that had the possibility of being interesting…

“What kind of date?” Fox was ignoring the spluttering blue vod like his life was in the balance, focusing instead on cool leatheris gloves pushing aside his kute to leave lingering trails like he was being paid to.

Fox pushed into the feeling and hummed as Quinlan started sucking determinedly on the juncture between neck and jaw, biting lightly so Fox could really feel it.

Sensing the mood, Fox let Quinlan do as he pleased, resting his own arms over the Jedi’s broad shoulders and just letting him do what he wanted.

It was better to wait him out at this point.

And the ministrations were delightful anyway.

Quinlan always did have the decency to make waiting a pleasure instead of a chore.

“What the kriff is going on? Commander Fox fucks?”

Fox stifled a laugh by burying his face into Quinlan’s gold adorned locs, smiling at the smell of rich hair oils and the tang of the metal clasps.

“The scrupulous kind of date.” Quinlan kissed both cheeks before leaning back and smiling brilliantly at Fox like he wasn’t just asking him out to do some less than legal activities. “One involving petty terms like accessory and accomplice and other things that may or may not apply to you depending on the courts.”

“This is my only day off in weeks and you want me to help you commit a crime?”

“Baby, I would ask your help to commit a crime any time. It’s just more fun when it’s your day off because you don’t put on your Commander persona and have a better time.” Quinlan pecked him on the lips with a smirk and Fox rolled his entire head at the Kiffar’s attempt to sweet talk him.

“You just get horny when you watch me take down the filth of the lower levels without worrying about not hurting them.” Fox deadpanned, pulling Quinlan closer as he laughed.

“Mmm. Your competence really does get me going, ankai’a.” Quinlan spoke against his lips and Fox groaned at the familiar pet name wiggling in his ears.

“I’m serious. Since when has the Commander of the Guard fucked? What reality am I living in? Is he a kriffing Jedi?!!”

“We might have a tag a long to our crimes, but he can’t say anything to anyone who will punish us.” Fox murmured into Quinlan’s mouth, groaning when his Jedi used the opportunity to swipe his tongue on the back of Fox’s teeth.

“Oh? New ghosty following you around?”

“Mmmm. Says his name is Fives and I killed him.”

Quinlan jerked back and looked at Fox with pupils blown wide.

“He’s a Force Ghost?!”

Fox furrowed his brows and cocked his head against the flat pillow.

“Yes? Did you know him?”

“Was he mentioning something about chips?”

“Yes?”

Quinlan cackled into the small bunk and even Ghost Fives was giving him a concerned stare. Fox wasn’t super worried. That was Quinlan’s “everything is lining up better than I hoped” cackle.

“Good! You can help me pick his brain on our way to our date!” Quinlan pulled Fox out of the bunk before darting to the clothes crate and winging some of Fox’s undercover clothes at him.

“Where are we going?”

“The underbelly of the Rotunda.”

“Why?” Fox shucked his blacks with little care to his voyeurs, slipping into an outfit similar to a senate aide, while pushing Quinlan for a little more information.

“Shaak questioned the Kaminiise about the so-called behavioral chips that they said malfunctioned to explain Fives and Tup, but I asked Obi and he said there was nothing in the contract he got from what’s-his-face about any behavioral chips. So, I’m going digging.”

Quinlan tied his locs up into a neat but lopsided updo, painted his lips a deep Corrie red, and covered his qukuuf with thick face paint.

It was almost as if the Jedi was used to sneaking into the Senate looking like an aide.

Fox nodded along for the most part, using black to paint his lips and varying make up shades to contour his face to look less like a clone.

Fives was watching this all with a dropped jaw and a gaping mouth.

“You’re going to catch flies.” Fox muttered to him, turning to face Quinlan so he could artfully tussle Fox’s hair to look more purposefully done. “Why are we digging in the Senate?”

“Well, the last being to see Fives before he went all aggressive and shit was the Chancellor so-” Fox cut Quinlan off with a deep kiss and a quick goose to his shebs before dancing out of the way of grabby hands.

“Say less, cyare. Any reason to finally get to kill the Chancellor is good enough for me.”

“I knew you’d see it my way!”

Quinlan wrapped an arm around Fox’s waist and strutted out the Command Barracks with a whistle, greeting Guards by name as he led Fox out into the streets of Coruscant.

Fives trailed behind them slowly.

“Seriously. What the fuck?”

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