#My laptop got a boo-boo so I gotta take her to the doctor today

[commanderfoxtheshield]

Since the sketch is taking a bit, have the snippet I was going to add

The first snow fall on the farm was in early winter. The former members of the Coruscant Guard have seen snow before, but they had each slowly forgotten what it truly felt like to be surrounded by the chilling air and the silent beauty. Mornings now they had the opportunity to sit by a window and be a part of that silence. No more rushing faster than the blood in their veins or hitting the pavement harder than their hearts in their chest. Snow days simply got to be.

In just a week of the first dusting, the Guards' Farm had gotten buried in an icy blanket. While it snowed on Coruscant, that cursed planet was climate controlled. Snow there was only for the upper levels while the lower levels got its dirty runoff. But here on their slice of this Pantoran moon, the snow was clean, thick, and theirs. It did not take long for all of the members of the houses on the farm to put on their boots, coats, and hats and make their way outside with wide smiles.

The Big House was no different, save that Stone took longer to convince to come out. He promised he would for holopics then head straight back inside to finish making bundles of soup ingredients, knowing well enough that the other houses would like a hot meal after playing in the snow all day. The only reason Fox wasn't the first one out of the Big House was because he was still struggling with learning how to use his crutches. He was only barely beaten by Thire, who was the first to see their former guards streaming out in brightly colored coats against the stark white. The trek to the middle of the grounds left them frozen and beaming.

Several of the others were attempting to build sculptures, but the closest any of them looking like anything was the one Desk and Tylo made that could very well be a leg of some insectoid creature made out of gummy candy. They claim it was supposed to be a pinup model, but getting everyone's eyes checked was a slow process that neither Fox or Thire were not in charge of. Some were throwing snowballs at each other, though it was nothing like aiming a blaster so many of them missed. And there were those who enjoyed being with their family, trying to catch every peal of laughter in their memories.

Stone finally came out, wearing his wings embroidered hat. It matched Thire's scarf and the cuffs of Fox's coat, each being a gift from one of their oldest survivors once they got on the farm. He pretended to be grumpy, but even he couldn't help but to smile when he saw Fox being so carefree with his joy. He was a little actually grumpy when Fox hugged him and his long wet curly hair brushed up against his neck. But he only was needed for holopics and then he could go back inside. Jazz-Box managed to catch a couple of them, all ended up being too blurry to mean anything though. It was on her 6th try that right as her camera snapped, Thire launched and latched himself onto Fox's back. Stone stumbled as Fox nearly fell but regained his posture, laughing as his spirit was made to do. Thire laughed too as he scrambled to keep his grip.

It was there that Stone resided to his fate. His arm was trapped between their bodies and the was no escape for him or Thire as Fox held his arms out and fell backwards into the snow. A litany of no-no-nono-nonono followed by the sound of three bodies hitting the snow in a soft thud. Thire's legs kicked out as Fox laid on top of him and all Stone wanted to do was watch.

In a couple of hours, Fox will be suffering from his joints and Stone would be underneath the heating blanket and Thire will be struggling to hold his hands still. In a couple of hours, their survivors will be taking care of injuries none of them deserve. In the morning, half of them will be sick.

But for now, they were happy. They lived. And they will get to live.