#book: war of the foxes

[mysharona1987]

“Well, Israel aren’t committing war crimes.”

The IDF literally tell you on social media what they are doing. They just don’t think Palestinians are human.

To quote from the film Jennifer’s body: “I don’t have a confession, I have a declaration.”

[gold-bear]

Please please please! Stop white washing the clones, let them have their melanin! Let them look like they’re supposed to, like Temuera Morrison!

[saltair-and-webweaves]

leaving like a father, running like water

little weirds - jenny slate/@lalallorona/the bolter - taylor swift/from persephone - kiki rockwell/sorry - halsey/sorry - halsey/waiting for this story to end before I begin another - jan heller levi/the bolter - taylor swift/faithful and virtuous night - louise gluck/war of the foxes - richard siken/cardigan - taylor swift

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[alasforher]

“A royal and a rebel, arms around each other.

He snaps a photo on his phone and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds.”

[ominouspuff]

handsss

[stealthetrees]

Rex stared blankly at the two forms Echo and Fives, his two newest shines, just handed him. Maybe if he waited long enough the problem would disappear.

“What is this?”

“Request for reassignment sir.”

The two troopers had been under Rex for three weeks now. One day on Coruscant and they’re already requesting a transfer. Checking the clock confirmed it had been exactly 17 hours since the ship had landed. That had to be some sort of record.

“And why, exactly, do you want to transfer?” Rex asked tiredly.

“We met Commander Fox sir.”

No fucking shit. So he every other shiny that stepped foot on Coruscant. There was a very legitimate reason reassignment requests could only be filed after four months of deployment.

“We got attacked in the street and he appeared out of no where and beat the shit out of those guys then took us back to the barracks and told us we were doing a great job and that he’s very proud of us.”

“We would have been here sooner but we were crying.”

Rex sighed. “Your requests are denied. Get out of here.”

The captain dropped into a chair as the two men scurried out of the room, clearly disappointed. He shook his head as he pulled out his comm to text his older brother.

Rex: Stop stealing troopers.

Fox: no 🥰

Rex: What is that?

Fox: it’s an emoji

Fox: uncultured swine

Fox: which I could teach your shines about if you weren’t a prick

Rex: seriously, stop taking everyone’s troopers. It’s becoming a real logistical issue.

Fox: I’m literly just nice to them why u gotta be like this

Rex: You make them cry every time you talk to them.

Fox: not my fault u dont now how to be love and affection

Rex: What does that have to do with it?

Fox: lol

Fox: im gonna overthrow the republic with my army of loyal affection starved soldiers

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

People I think would be a part of Master Windu's book club:

● Ponds - whether he likes it or not he's there for the soom (space zoom) calls and he gets the interesting parts read aloud to him (he's the biker bf to Mace's booktok girly gf)

● Cody - joined bc he was bored during his brief stint in the 91st, but has since become invested. has his own secondary club amongst the 212th command staff

○ Obi-Wan - reads over Cody's shoulder, inputs his opinions when stealing Cody's soom call snacks

● Fox - his vibes for a book club are immaculate. was offered a spot soon after posting, has the hottest takes

● Bly - joined after reading over Cody and Fox' shoulders while on leave, begged to join, has some of the most indepth takes on the books, also a hopeless romantic

○ Aalya - simular to Obi-Wan, reads over Bly's shoulder, adds thoughts when relevant

● Master Ti - strong willed booktok girly, is the reason they read "Where the Crawdads Sing" and "The Woman in Cabin 10"

● Master Che - joined for the book recommendations, stayed for the gossip

● Madame Nu - founding member

● Kit - has the same book vibes as Mace but more high energy, brings the best snacks for in person meetings

People banned from Mace Windu's Bookclub:

● Yoda - grandmaster crimes + troll + old = banned

● Anakin - this club is Mace's restbute from that lineage's insanity, he barely tolerates Obi-Wan joining over Cody's shoulder

● Depa - Mace does not want to know what his child thought of "A walk to Remember" or "The Girl with the Pearl Earring"

[a-wisebear]

i think dormeé "we should burn the senate and start it again with a system that makes sense" and fox "i get it. sometimes you just gotta kill someone" should be friends, as a treat

[thivell]

AROACE FOX INCOMING! BOOM POW CLASH ‼️

happy pride y’all, I’ll be doing request all month for characters and ships (if you send one in specify any flags or identities you may want one to have)

right now if you do request it will mainly be clone wars and bad batch but!!! As long as it’s Star Wars I’m perfectly happy with anyone!

[haleyincarnate]

Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it--living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes; "Birds Hover the Trampled Field"

[newvision]

— Richard Siken, from ‘Birds Hover the Trampled Field’ in War of the Foxes

[1-800-crscnt]

Rex being more serious / by-the-book than Cody makes more sense to me. The way I see it, Cody's effort to turn his battalion into a loyal, no-nonsense, well-oiled machine works extremely well, so while he is still pretty serious, he and his men can joke around and "goof off" a bit more in somewhat relaxed settings because he knows they're all good enough to afford it. Rex, on the other hand, has Anakin also leading his battalion, which is pretty self-explanatory. He is in many situations where he has to improvise a lot and be more lax on rules, and i'd love to go into detail, but he generally has to operate on "it depends" 90% of the time. His seriousness can be used to balance out his battalion and General's behavior and personalities when necessary, like sticking to makeshift rules for particularly dangerous moments, and for static rules that offer a lot of freedom but keep his men alive (e.g., allowing troopers to suddenly steal an enemy tank without permission, but they are required to tell him & do xyz beforehand if they don't want to be killed).

[uukipi]

Miss maas!!!!! Give him a W or I’m gonna cry

[allanalightwood]

fuck temuera morrison for making jango fett so fucking attractive

[ninjigma]

For 'Of Honor and Force', a Royalty AU Track: 'Inkpot Gods' - The Amazing Devil (Spotify / YouTube)

"Please, let him live just one more day Cause he is so much more than all his scars And if he doesn't have the will But it seems the whole world does, I'll stay, because I will be the man my Father never was."

"And to those gods, I will speak bluntly We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to these shadows, by the end, you'll kneel and plea 'Cause I am everything my mum told me to be."

"And I can hear him sing And I know he's giving up And I don't know what to do, how to help him How to bring him home"

"And I can hear him break And he doesn't understand And I wish that I could take his hand But where I'm going is for me and me alone"

"And I can hear him sing- If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along."

(Enjoy!)