#commander Fox week 2021

[ravensilversea]

Dramatics

Prompt(s): Hope/Forgiveness

Warnings: No warnings apply

Characters: Commander Fox, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer, Yarn (Clone OC)

Additional Tags: Forgiveness, in the most unserious and comedic way possible, Fluff, Grizzer is a Drama Queen, Bribery

Summary/Description: Fox will take it as a win that the kid wasn’t asking stupid questions like ‘what is one of my commanders doing underneath a table?’ Because the answer is: Trying and failing to bribe/beg/grovel for Grizzer's forgiveness with a rope toy

“Uh, you okay there, commander?”

Fox bangs his head on the table, and he swears Grizzer’s laughing at him as he rolls over to address the issue. The issue being one of his annoying brothers coming by at the most inopportune of moments. “I’m perfect, private. Was there something you needed?”

Unfortunately, that did not send the shiny away, nor was he spilling what he actually walked into the room for. But, Fox will take it as a win that the kid wasn’t asking stupid questions like ‘what is one of my commanders doing underneath a table?’ 

Flipping back over, Fox wiggles the rope toy closer to Grizzer’s nose. The massiff yawns and rests his head back on his front paws, facing away from Fox. “Come on, Grizzer,” Fox whispers. He flicks the end of the toy closer to Grizzer.

“What the commander isn’t saying,” Fox is going to kill Hound, “is that he upset Grizzer this morning and must now beg his forgiveness.”

“An exaggeration,” Fox retorts with a sniff. “Grizzer’s a drama queen who’s moping over nothing.”

Somebody- it’s Hound, the shiny wouldn’t have the guts- nudges Fox’s leg and scoffs. “Not what it looks like to me, sir.” The table creaks slightly as Hound sits on top of it, and Fox eyes it warily.

“Hound, if you bring this table down on top of me…”

“I’ll suddenly be field promoted to replace you and will buried under piles of paperwork and comm calls from whiny senators, yeah, yeah.” Fox can just imagine Hound’s dismissive hand wave. “Hey, shiny, you have a name yet?”

“I’ve been trying Yarn, sir. My squad, uh, they called me ‘Chatterbox’ because I always was bringing them the latest gossip and all, so I wanted to try and spin off that.”

Fox tilts his head and thinks it over. “So you spun yarns as a cadet?”

“Yessir.”

“Clever.” Better than some reasonings he’s heard, not that he’s going to argue with any of his brothers about names of all things. Fox pulls the toy back and takes a breath before tossing it towards Grizzer again. This time he got an interested eye. “Come on,” he mutters. “You wanna play right?”

“Um, commander?”

Fox closes his eyes. He sighs, “Yes, Yarn?”

“What exactly did you do to Grizzer?”

Hound barks a laugh, and Fox drops his forehead to the floor with a groan. “Well, Yarn, you see, our dear Commander Fox was getting his lunchtime refill of caf. And while Grizzer was just minding his own business in the break room like the good massiff he is, Commander Fox kicks him.”

Fox whips his head up, banging it against the table again, and raises a finger. “I barely touched him!” Grizzer jerks at the sudden noise and with a loud huff, stands and walks out from under the table. Fox turns back towards the massiff and reaches after him, “No, wait, Grizzer, come back! I’m sorry!”

“Looks like Grizzer’s not accepting your apology, Commander,” Hound says through his snickers. The table rocks as he stands with a sharp whistle. Grizzer’s claws scrap against the floor. Fox pulls himself out from under the table just in time to see Hound give Grizzer a treat and a round of pets. “Next time, sir, might I recommend grabbing some treats? He’s always in the mood for them.” Hound smirks, then hooks a lead on Grizzer’s collar before leaving for his patrol.

Yarn stands in the middle of the room, looking back and forth between Hound’s retreating back and Fox’s darkening face. His eyes gain a bit of a gleam, and the faintest hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Can I help you, private?” Fox all but snarls.

“No, sir. Have a good day, sir.” Yarn snaps off a quick salute and darts off.

It’s not until the shiny’s long gone that it occurs to Fox that Yarn had admitted to being the gossiper of his squad. He lurches off the floor with a curse, “Force damnit, I knew I shouldn’t have gotten up today.”

[eretzyisrael]

by Jake Smith

Israel publicly announced on national television that it had a map of specific Hezbollah military targets years before it launched major strikes against the terrorist group.

Though the two have been in conflict since last year, Hezbollah has taken some of its most major blows in recent weeks from Israel, which has conducted several airstrikes against the group’s targets throughout Lebanon. Benny Gantz, at the time the Israeli Defense Minister, publicly showed a classified map of Hezbollah targets in Lebanon to Fox News during an interview in 2021.

“Let me show you something, which I think is very important,” Gantz told Fox News’ Trey Yingst before handing him a map in the 2021 interview. “This is a map of Lebanon. What you see there is ground forces, missiles, headquarters, launching sites, et cetera. Everything is aimed [at] civilian targets, and it is being conducted from civilian infrastructure.”

EXCLUSIVE: Israeli Defense Minister Benny Gantz shows Fox News a classified target map, revealing Hezbollah missiles amid civilian infrastructure https://t.co/fPisnRjtjs pic.twitter.com/fm4nOQ5yLm — Trey Yingst (@TreyYingst) March 4, 2021

“This is a target list for you?” Yingst asked Gantz after examining the map, which was blurred out by Fox News.

“This is a target map. Each one of them has been checked legally, operationally, and intelligence wise and we are ready to fight,” Gantz responded.

Israeli forces have conducted sweeping airstrikes against Hezbollah military targets in recent days, including against weapons storage sites and launch sites that were pointed toward Israel, according to Reuters. A senior Hezbollah commander was killed in an airstrike in Beirut on Tuesday, adding to the growing list of high-level Hezbollah operatives who have met similar fates at the hands of Israeli forces in recent months.

“Hezbollah today is not the same Hezbollah we knew a week ago. (It) has suffered a sequence of blows to its command and control, its fighters, and the means to fight,” Israeli Defense Minister Yoav Gallant said on Tuesday, according to Reuters. “These are all severe blows.”

[libertariantaoist]

Here is your daily roundup of today's news:

News Roundup 6/5/2023

by Kyle Anzalone

US News

The FBI is looking to gather new information about WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange, The Sydney Morning Herald and The Age reported on Thursday. AWC

Rodolphe Jaar was sentenced to life in prison for his role in the plot to assassinate Haitian President Jovenel Moise in 2021. AJ

Mexico

Mexican TV has reported that a militant affiliated with Mexico’s Gulf Cartel was spotted carrying an advanced rocket launcher, the same type that the US has shipped thousands of to Ukraine. AWC

Russia

The Russian Defense Ministry said early Monday that Ukraine began a “large-scale offensive” by launching attacks along five sections of the frontlines in the eastern Donbas region. AWC

NATO Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg said Turkey has not changed its position on refusing to allow Sweden in the alliance. Boston Herald 

The US will focus its efforts on arming Ukraine and not attempting to bring the war to a negotiated settlement, America’s top diplomat said. Secretary of State Antony Blinken laid out a plan to massively expand Kiev’s military before talks begin. AWC

The Pentagon Thursday said it’s awarded a contract to Elon Musk’s SpaceX to ship Starlink satellite internet terminals to Ukraine. AWC

 Ukrainian soldiers trained by NATO and armed with Western weapons will serve as the “tip of the spear” during the upcoming counteroffensive against Russian forces, according to the Washington Post. Defense Minister Oleksii Reznikov said this support represents the “next level” of security assistance. The Institute

The Kremlin says it will not reenter the New Start treaty until Washington lifts its hostile policy towards Russia. Fox News

Zelensky says Ukraine is ready to launch its counteroffensive. The Hill

China

The Office of the US Trade Representative (USTR) announced Thursday that the US and Taiwan signed the first trade agreement under a new economic initiative that was launched last year. AWC

Chinese Defense Minister Li Shangfu delivered a speech at the Shangri-La Dialogue in Singapore and said a conflict between the US and China would be an “unbearable disaster,” a warning that comes amid soaring tensions between the two powers. AWC

US Indo-Pacific Command accused a Chinese warship of acting in an “unsafe manner” when it passed a US Navy guided-missile destroyer that was transiting the Taiwan Strait with a Canadian frigate on Saturday. AWC

National Security Adviser Jake Sullivan says the One China policy is still in effect. Politico

Germany will send two warships to the Indo-Pacific in 2024. Reuters

Iran

Iran’s navy commander said Friday that Tehran was working to form a naval alliance with several Gulf Arab states, including Saudi Arabia, the UAE, Bahrain, Qatar, and Iraq. AWC

Somalia

US Africa Command (AFRICOM) announced that it launched an airstrike in Somalia on June 1, marking the second US bombing in the country within a week and the third since May 20. AWC

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[cherryblossomshadow]

[Image ID and source: Tweet from Simon Rosenberg (@/SimonWDC) reading: Red wave 2024 update:

70+ polls in the averages, 31 right-aligned groups have released polls since August

Polymarket, Elon 2024 escalations

Late last week they worked the natl polling average, moved it down, started spinning early vote hard 👇 1/

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Part of their new efforts to drive the natl polling average down is addition of a TIPP daily tracking poll. Predictably, and perhaps comically, it showed the race - all of a sudden! - breaking to Trump after 6 weeks of a remarkably stable race and a bad media week for Trump 2/

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More tweets from the thread:

Last Wed I did a polling roundup. Polling continued to be remarkably stable. 538 natl average actually ticked up for us that week. We were +4 and stable in Econ/YouGov, +5 in Marist, +4 in Morning Consult, NYT, +3 CBS, ABC. Steady as she goes. 3/

Yes, some state polls had moved a bit towards Trump. But things were all within margin of error, things bounce around and Rs had been pounding the state averages, particularly NC and PA. Majority of recent polls in those 2 states R-aligned 👇4/

Even after "movement towards Trump" here is the @/WashingtonPost battleground state polling averages this morning. The Post has a tighter screen on what polls they accept. It shows Harris at 270+ and winning. 5/

Then last Wed a switch turned on and right aligned polls started flooding the natl polling average - Emerson, Fox News, Quantas, RMG, TIPP's daily tracker. Senate Rs dropped a natl poll to help out, as did whatever ActiVote and Atlas are. 538 moved from 2.6 to 1.8 Harris. 6/

To be clear - the independent polls last week were +3 to +5 Harris. A steady, stable race. Then boom - red wavers dropped series of polls 2 to 5 points to the right of indep. polling and the averages moved.

This is exactly what they did in 2022. 7/

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/12/31/us/politics/polling-election-2022-red-wave.html

https://web.archive.org/web/20240929092855/https://www.nytimes.com/2022/12/31/us/politics/polling-election-2022-red-wave.html

Since TIPP is now the tip of the red wave 2024 spear, let's take a look. "Talent on loan from God" - Rush Limbaugh's catchphrase. Here's a fun story from their site: "Harris’s Fiery Campaign of Rage Exposes Her Unpresidential Temperament" 8/

Some other recent TIPP goodies:

"The Left Is Still Obsessed With 2020 Election Deniers"

"U.S. Government Pushing Climate Lies On Schoolchildren"

"Night And Day: Trump’s Command Of Economy Exposes Harris’s Novice Approach" 9/

The American right hacked the polling averages in 2022 and are doing it again. 538 told us that even a bad PA TIPP poll should be included in the averages, and that it only moved PA 1/10th of a point. No biggie - except Rs have released 16 polls in PA this month. 10/

The simple fix is to create a new category of polls, R-aligned, and keep these polls separate from legit, independent polls.

Rs have exploited the "throw it in the averages" approach again - 70+ polls, 31 different orgs.

We have to do better 👇11/

Another explanation for flood of natl polls last week - Rs started seeing movement from Trump due to his deranged behavior.

When a bad video for Moreno dropped RMG rushed into OH with his best poll of the cycle.

They flooded NC in days leading up to Robinson implosion. 12/

Perhaps the most important point of all - Rs would not be spending so much time and effort working the polling averages if they believed they were winning. 13/

Could Rs really be doing this?

Rs have been lying about last election for 4 years

They tried to overturn the election in 2020-2021 and attacked the f-ing Capitol

Fox News is a right wing political org that has fraudulently pretended to be a news org for decades Yes /14

On cue, a high-quality independent poll drops this morning with data consistent with other recent independent polls, showing Harris ahead, no slippage, and far more likely to win. 15/

If you're wondering why polling averages are suddenly showing Trump winning despite all the bad news he's gotten lately- it might have something to do with this:

Basically, Republicans are ratfucking the polling averages by churning out huge numbers of partisan polls, and the polling aggregators/analysts like 538 aren't doing due diligence to compensate for it.

Now, what is the purpose of this?

Well, in the immediate-term, it creates a narrative that Trump is winning, boosting morale of his supporters while demoralizing support for Democrats and Harris.

Beyond that, if polling averages show that Trump is winning ahead of election day-which we can pretty much guarantee they will, because see above-then they will use that as "proof" of fraud if Democrats subsequently win.

Basically, they are engineering a pretext for their next coup attempt in front of us.

The only numbers that decide anything are actual votes. So ignore the polls, and VOTE.

[sa7abnews]

US spying on Tulsi Gabbard – whistleblowers

New Post has been published on https://sa7ab.info/2024/08/12/us-spying-on-tulsi-gabbard-whistleblowers/

US spying on Tulsi Gabbard – whistleblowers

The former congresswoman has reportedly been placed on the TSA ‘Quiet Skies’ watchlist

The US government has put former Hawaii Representative Tulsi Gabbard on a special air traffic surveillance list, according to a group of Air Marshal whistleblowers. Gabbard served in Congress for eight years (2013-2021) and ran for the Democratic presidential nomination in 2020, but left the party in 2022 over ideological differences. She is also a lieutenant-colonel in the US Army reserve. For the Transportation Security Administration (TSA), however, Gabbard appears to be a security risk. Last month, she was placed into the ‘Quiet Skies’ program and monitored wherever she flies, according to the Air Marshal National Council (AMNC). The outlet UncoverDC reported this week that Gabbard has “two Explosive Detection Canine Teams, one Transportation Security Specialist (explosives), one plainclothes TSA Supervisor, and three Federal Air Marshals [FAMs] on every flight she boards,” citing AMNC director Sonya LaBosco.  AMNC posted on X (formerly Twitter) that the claim came from their whistleblowers, who are ready to go on the record with the appropriate documentation.

The first one. Here you go. More to come. EXCLUSIVE – Federal Air Marshal Whistleblowers Report Tulsi Gabbard Actively Under Surveillance via Quiet Skies Program – https://t.co/sEYREuIQJJ@LaboscoSonya @wmahoney5 @RealStevefriend @KyleSeraphin @elonmusk— Air Marshal National Council (@FAMS_AMNC) August 4, 2024

The group has also claimed that the TSA and FAMS have “initiated armed government surveillance on high level conservative politicians,” and that the information they intend to reveal will “horrify and sicken you as Americans.”  LaBosco has accused the TSA and its parent department, Homeland Security, of engaging in a “big domestic surveillance grab” that seems to be targeting conservatives. According to the group, Quiet Skies has been used against several people who attended the January 6, 2021 protest at the US Capitol – and their family members, including infants. According to LaBosco, Gabbard was placed on the list on July 23, a day after she criticized President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris in a Fox News interview. FAMs were mobilized the very next day and followed her on a July 25 flight, LaBosco said.

Read more

Biden wants to ‘destroy Russia’ – Tulsi Gabbard

Gabbard famously rattled Harris during the 2020 Democratic primary debates, bringing up her prosecutorial record. She also denounced Hillary Clinton as “the queen of warmongers,” after the former presidential candidate accused her of being a “Russian asset.”  Most recently, Gabbard told podcaster Lex Fridman that “all the statements and comments that the [Biden-Harris White House] has made from the beginning of this war essentially point to their objective being to basically destroy Russia.” Gabbard has not yet commented on the whistleblower revelations. She has just returned from Oklahoma, where she took command of a drill sergeant battalion that runs the US Army basic training program. According to the TSA, ‘Quiet Skies’ is a tool that allows the FAMS to “focus on travelers who may present an elevated risk to aviation security.” The agency claims to have developed “a set of risk-based, intelligence-driven scenario rules,” under strict DHS oversight and respect for privacy and civil rights.

[webnewsify1]

Tim Scott reveals the 2024 Presidential Exploratory Committee

The most prominent Black Republican politician, Senator Tim Scott of South Carolina, established an exploratory committee for a 2024 presidential bid on Wednesday. Mr. Scott explained the origins of his decision to start the committee during a morning interview with "Fox and Friends" that followed the announcement. He mentioned the weeks he had spent campaigning in early primary states like South Carolina, Iowa, and New Hampshire. "I've discovered that people are desperate for hope. They are in desperate need of an upbeat, inspiring message rooted in traditional principles, he claimed. As part of his Faith in America tour, Mr. Scott spoke at a country club event on Wednesday night in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, which was sponsored by Five Seasons Republican Women. He told the crowd, without indicating if he will run for office, "It is time for America to have a change in leadership." Mr. Scott avoided the podium the entire time he spoke. Instead, he chose to circle the audience, "like a Southern preacher," as he laced his address with allusions to religion. He attacked Democrats and ended on a more positive note as he addressed the audience. He replied, "Our government constantly tells us that we are bad." "There are radical leftists who want us to question a person's appearance at first glance, but the reality is that our union gets better with each passing generation." The formation of the exploratory committee marks the beginning of Mr. Scott's all-but-declared presidential candidature, which was originally reported by The Post and Courier of Charleston, South Carolina. The senator will be able to raise money directly for a 2024 campaign and gain greater national attention before making a formal declaration about his candidature by forming an exploratory committee. He would enter the GOP primary with almost $21.8 million on hand in his Senate account. This weekend, he'll host a donor retreat in Charleston where he'll likely give a status report to his most important backers. If Mr. Scott makes his candidature official, allies have already organised a super PAC that is anticipated to be in Mr. Scott's corner. The PAC said last week that it was growing by bringing on two seasoned political operators from South Carolina, Matt Moore and Mark Knoop. The audience in Cedar Rapids, which consisted of 50 to 75 people in a small space, was receptive to his message. Scott has our best interests at heart, according to Maureen Pickford, 68, a resident of Cedar Rapids who said she would support a Scott run. Verna Dodson, an 80-year-old native of Cedar Rapids, seemed to concur with this evaluation of his character and related it to his lowly upbringing. He had a good example of an upbringing that taught him to value what he had and put in effort, according to Ms. Dodson. "That improved him as a person." Following his visit to Iowa, Mr. Scott will travel to New Hampshire on Thursday and then spend Friday in South Carolina. He is anticipated to make a strong point of his only-in-America ascent, a narrative he first shared on a public platform at the 2020 Republican National Convention. In one lifetime, our family made the transition from cotton to Congress, Mr. Scott remarked. "And for that reason, I think the next century in America can be better than the last." His selection to deliver the Republican rebuttal to President Biden's first joint address to Congress in 2021 greatly aided Mr. Scott's internet fundraising efforts. According to him, people will identify most with that personal tale, he told Fox News on Wednesday. When asked if that would be sufficient to defeat former President Donald J. Trump, who continues to hold a commanding lead in the Republican primary, Mr. Scott quickly shifted to condemnation of the country's Democrats. The field of play is centred on President Biden's shortcomings, he claimed, later adding, "I think we give the voters a choice so that they can decide how we move ahead as opposed to trying to have a discourse about how to be a Republican. I believe it would be better for us to discuss defeating Joe Biden. Although Mr. Scott's advisors have rejected that as the goal, his biography, oratory abilities, and popularity as the highest-ranking Black Republican in Congress have placed him on several Republican short lists to serve as a prospective vice president. If and when Mr. Scott declares his candidature, he will join former governor and UN ambassador Nikki Haley as the second South Carolina Republican to run for president in 2024. Asa Hutchinson of Arkansas, the former president of the United States Donald J. Trump, and the software entrepreneur Vivek Ramaswamy have all started their presidential primary campaigns. In the upcoming months, Florida's Governor Ron DeSantis is anticipated to enter the race. Read the full article

[gaeasun]

When was the last time

Since I love Fox and this prompt, exhaustion, made me inspired cause Im tired, here’s s little fic. the fluff is inspired by @amikoroyaiart ‘s art of Fox, Cody, and Wolffe all together.

Day 1: Exhaustion

Fox was tired.

But that was nothing new.

If Fox was being honest with himself, he couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been tired. It was a constant feeling, sometimes a lighter lethargy that hovered behind his eyes and clung to his yawns. More and more often it was a heavy fatigue that soaked his limbs and mind, dragging him down and making everything much harder than it needed to be.

Fox had accepted this, though. Long gone were his energetic cadet days, running around with his batchmates. Fox was tired, and he was going to be tired until the day he died. Maybe even after too.

The CMO for the Coruscant Guard, Croissant, told him again and again he needed to sleep more than 3-6 hours a night (even that much was nice though). But Fox just… couldn’t. The more he worked the fewer vode were decommissioned by cruel senators, or more relief supplies approved, or less work on the other Commanders of the Guard.

He was the Marshall Commander, he was the vod’alor of Coruscant, he was the ori’vod of the Guard. His vode were under his protection, and Fox would rather let his own soul be cursed than let any of them be harmed from this Force-forsaken war.

It was all Fox could do not to pass out then and there when he was told that the war was over.

Of course, this didn’t mean Fox’s job was over, he knew. No, if anything, he had more to do; the Guard could not slip, not even a little. They were made for war, what if the Senators decided there was nothing more they were needed for? Fox was determined to show they were still useful, that they didn’t have to be decommissioned.

So he worked even harder, slept less, took more shifts, and drank enough caf that it was probably running through his veins at this point.

Fox distantly wondered if his body would simply give out or shut off at some point. Probably soon. It was getting harder and harder to sleep, with his mind and body so used to being awake. Even crueler, every morning was a fight to escape his cot, as opposed to his struggle to stay in it the nights or day before. But he was determined to squeeze every last drop of use from himself, as long as he could help his brothers.

He was supposed to have seen Croissant weeks ago for something about a behavior chip removal. But Fox knew if Croissant got even half a look at him he would never escape the medbay. The chip was activated by Palpatine’s voice, and Palpatine was dead. So he was safe, from that at least.

When Fox opened his door and saw Cody and Wolffe on the the other side, he didn’t have the mental energy to be surprised. He muttered a greeting and motioned for them to walk with him.

“Fox, no.”

The words didn’t really register in Fox’s head. Neither did the firm hand around his vambrace. Fox kept walking like he was on autopilot, tugging loosely against the restraining arm.

“Fox. Fox?”

Fox finally stopped, the gears in his head struggling to turn, to process.

“Yeah. You’re done, vod. Come on.” Wolffe pulled harder until he was dragging Fox back inside his? the room. Office with a bed.

Fox finally found his voice. “Got things t��� do. Le’ go.”

Cody put a warm, concerning hand on his shoulder, and Fox shivered. He didn’t have time for this anymore, soft touches and kindness. That time could be better spent doing something.

“The other Commander are handling it. Thire called us in, told us he was worried about you,” Cody said.

“No. Busy. Lemme go.”

“Absolutely not vod.” Wolffe sat him down on his cot and reached for his helmet. Fox clumsily jerked away. No one had seen him without his helmet in… in… a long time.

“Fox.” Wolffe growled. “You sound like osik, I’m sure you look like osik. You even smell like osik.” Wolffe’s nose wrinkled, and Fox found it funny enough for a slow laugh. “When’s the last time you took a sonic Fox?”

Fox hummed. He didn’t remember. The days sort of all blended together now.

Wolffe snorted. “That’s it. Cody, help me out.”

Before Fox could even wonder, help him out with what? he felt a tugging on his vambrace, before it came off.

They were taking off his armor. He needed his armor.

Fox pulled backwards, whining in protest.

“Fox’ika,” Cody murmured. “Don’t you trust us?”

Fox had forgotten was trust was.

Maybe… maybe his brothers could help him remember.

Fox tried to relax, but ended up tensing more and more as each armor piece was stripped from him. By the time they had taken all of his armor off except for his helmet, he was shaking, shuddering in drawn out intervals.

Stop, he thought. Waste of energy.

He flinched as a hand went on his bare shoulder. “I’m taking off the helmet now,” Cody informed him.

Fox let his head droop down as the helmet came of. His eyes were still closed, though he didn’t remember when he’d stopped opening them.

Warm light from the setting sun brushed his eyelids, and Wolffe rumbled, low and frightening.

“You need to sleep now,” Cody decided.

“Can’t,” Fox whispered.

“We’re not letting you do anything else.” Fox could picture Wolffe’s teeth baring.

“No… can’t.”

There were a few moments of silence, then Fox heard the sounds of more armor being taken off. But his armor was already off?

“We;ve got you, Fox,” Cody murmured. Fox felt strong, warm hands pulling him gently, carrying him off the small cot and onto the floor.

But not entirely on the floor. He was nudged until his head was resting on more warmth, something softer and more alive than his cot. Fox blinked slowly a few times, and saw he was on Cody’s shoulder. Cody wrapped one arm around Fox, and one around Wolffe, who looked relaxed and… happy.

Fox hadn’t been happy in a while. But… he curled up on Cody, and tentatively put a hand on Wolffe’s chest, feeling his heart beat thump thump thump again and again.

The rays of the setting sun were nice, but the warmth of his brothers was even better, chasing away the painful and cold part of his exhaustion.

And Fox thought, maybe he could be happy again.

[musewrangler]

One shot I did a while back in my Empire Reimagined Verse. Commander Fox leads General Veers’ security detail in my work post Jedi. Putting it here in honor of Commander Fox Week.

Prompt: Day 1–Loyalty

“What do you mean ‘nowhere’?” Fox clipped in very frosty tones indeed.

Goolsby visibly gulped as Fox moved the medic’s hand away impatiently while they tried to finish spraying bacta on the head wound.

“Sir, I’ve searched the area personally and deployed our men. I am prepared to go further, Commander, but I’m aware we’re on a time crunch, sir.”

Yes they were, kriff everything in the galaxy.

And here Fox was, as useless a runyip, having utterly no karking clue where his General was.

The action had been largely successful, but this was intended to be a swift strike. In, cause devastation, and out. The enemy would regroup-- and in larger numbers-- if they stayed.

This was the ‘loosening up’ action as Veers referred to it. A series of attacks on the planets and outposts within shouting distance of Nal Hutta. Make the Hutts nervous and unsettled--unsure of where the next attack might come.

What they did not need was to lose a kriffing General in the midst of all this. Fox had been right next to him, damn it! And then the karking denton had gone off and knocked him out.

And apparently in the fifteen minutes that Fox had been unconscious, they lost their General.

“Any of our speeder scouts that are still planetside, send out in the wide perimeter. Tell them they have twenty minutes.”

“Yes, sir.” Goolsby didn’t waste time and Fox was appreciative. The kid was getting there and he knew that the clone commander hated unnecessary dithering.

He rose to his feet over the protests of the medic and made his way to Travis. “Sir,” he saluted. “We are unable to locate General Veers. I have men looking now, sir but….”

Travis’s normally pleasant face became hard.

“What happened?”

“Not sure, sir. I was with him when a deton exploded. I can’t give you more information than that, Colonel.”

“Force damn it,” Travis said softly. “We have to be off planet in…” he consulted his datapad. “...43 minutes, Commander.”

“Yes, sir. I volunteer to lead a party to stay behind, sir.”

“Fox…” Travis rubbed a hand over his sweaty face. The fighting had been intense, and while successful, it had taken a toll. “We can’t leave anyone behind here.”

“Agreed, Colonel,” Fox said stubbornly. “I assume that particularly includes the senior General.”

Travis stared at him, then nodded. “Ok. I have to continue coordinating our efforts to depart. Comm the Admiral and get his permission. And….good luck.”

Fox saluted and ducked into the communications tent for some privacy. This holo call would not be easy.

“Commander.” Piett’s life size blue form flickered into being before him.

Fox took a breath. “Admiral. I am sorry to report that General Veers is missing. We are executing a broad search but so far have not turned up anything useful.”

A beat.

“Was he captured? Or injured?” Piett asked, mask firmly in place, but Fox knew what this news meant to the Admiral.

“Unknown, sir. I think it unlikely he was captured, sir, given where we were on the battlefield and the enemy were in retreat, sir. But given that we cannot raise his commlink or find him I am concerned that he is not conscious.”

Piett compressed his lips. “I could have a shuttle ready…”

Both of them knew he couldn’t. Fox said it for him.

“Sir. You have to withdraw---those are our orders from High Command.”

The Admiral closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, it was the man, not the officer.

“He wouldn’t leave me, Fox….”

“I am fully aware of that, Admiral. Which is why I’m requesting that I stay to look for him on your behalf.”

And mine, his traitorous brain whispered.

Piett gazed at him for several seconds.

“Very well. Stay in contact, Commander. Anything, the smallest detail…”

“Yes, sir.”

“And the moment you locate him, I’m bringing a shuttle.”

“Sir….”

Piett stared at him challengingly. “The. Moment.”

“Yes, Admiral.”

The image disappeared. Well. It had gone better than he’d anticipated. If the man were a Skywalker he would have just gone off on his own rescue mission. Fox commed Scraps.

“You’re acting head of the security division, Lieutenant Commander. I’ll be here retrieving General Veers.”

He realized he was slapping a lot down on the kid’s plate.

“Ah….yes, sir. What…?”

“Goolsby will fill you in when he returns. And Scraps---you need to keep close to the Admiral. Don’t let him co-opt shuttles.”

“Would he?”

“The man has worked closely with Skywalkers for years. This is his closest friend. What do you think?”

Fox didn’t really think Piett would shirk his broader duties or flout his orders. But he was nothing if not prepared for eventualities.

Scraps sighed. “Right.”

Fox stepped out of the tent and caught Travis’s eye. He nodded and the Colonel returned it. Goolsby hurried up. “Still nothing, sir and….”

“I need a field pack immediately. With as many rations and medical supplies as possible,” Fox snapped. Goolsby raised curious eyebrows but knew that the look on Fox’s face meant no questions.

“Yes, sir.”

In short order he had donned a field uniform rather than his armor, and was shrugging on the pack and making a final check of his DC-17s.

Fox strode toward the edge of the woods where he and Veers had last been together. He found the blast area and began to search.

“Sir. We’re ah, prepping the last shuttle, Commander.”

He straightened, prepared to deal with Goolsby’s protestations. Instead he found that the young lieutenant stood before him with hand outstretched.

“Good luck, sir. Please bring him back to us.”

Well.

Fox grasped the hand. “I will. Report to Scraps once you’re onboard. He’ll be in charge.”

“Yes, sir.” Goolsby paused. “If anyone can find him sir….”

“I do not need a pep talk, Lieutenant.”

The younger man flushed. “Yes. Well. Good bye, Commander.”

“Thank you, Goolsby.”

Fox heard the last ship leave but didn’t bother turning around. He decided the best approach was to stick with his own observations---he knew they had searched this area but he was not a very trusting sort of person when it came to other people’s work. He could count on one hand the amount of people he trusted that far and that was frankly generous.

He had maybe four hours of daylight. He returned his attention to the churned up earth. A denton. They had both thrown themselves away from its shriek….

Veers had been standing there. Fox moved that direction and examined it. Nothing of import. All right. He could think of two options--either the General had been captured, or he was wounded and in hiding. But if the latter, why had he not made himself known once the enemy was clearly in route?

This…..concerned Fox.

And Fox did not like the state of being concerned.

He had a hard time wrapping his head around a way that Veers could have been captured over on this part of the field. Though the enemy had been retreating...Fox suddenly recalled the massive ground treader that had been crushing through the undergrowth fifty yards to their left. It had been covering for numerous troops as they made their way back to their lines…

If Veers had been flung far enough, and if he had been conscious, he would have needed to skirt that.

Fox made his way down the slight incline and followed the path of destruction further into the broken and twisted trees. He stopped and considered the tread tracks.

Here it went north. Veers would have stayed behind it and if there were straggling troops, he would have tried to stay out of sight. So it was possible he had been driven far out of his way to do so….

Fox found it rather helpful that he could reasonably expect the General to do what he himself would do in the same situation. This was of course, presuming he wasn’t dead.

For kark’s sake, Fox...

He mentally berated himself. That sort of thinking got one nowhere.

His comm blinked.

“Fox.”

“Anything yet, Commander?”

“Not yet, Admiral. I assure you, sir, if I had anything, I would contact you first.”

A sigh. “Yes. Be aware Commander that it is very likely the enemy will return to scout the battlefield. Exercise extreme caution.”

“Always, sir.”

“Then…..good hunting, Commander Fox.”

“Thank you, Admiral.”

He understood Piett. He would hate to be inactive as well. At least Fox could ease his worry in the search. The Admiral did not have that recourse.

And no. He was not worried. People died in battle---good people. High ranking officers and green recruits alike. It was a fact of life and Fox wasn’t about to get maudlin regarding that now.

So. If he was injured, and far from where he wanted to be, where would he hide?

Fox examined the underbrush carefully. And at last he was rewarded, if he could term it that. A smear of blood. Human no doubt, but he scanned it to be sure.

And it came up positive for one Maximilian Veers.

So he had made it this far.

“Where the kriff are you ,General?” Fox muttered to himself. He was a good mile from the battlefield now.

His stomach twisted in dread. Perhaps….perhaps he should not have been so quick to dismiss the possibility of capture. Wounded and alone---the General would be an easy target for several beings. Especially if they recognized him.

What if he was being tortured right now?

Son of a Hutt was he a Gungan? When had he become so emotionally unhinged?

Veers is far more competent than that, he told himself. Get a kriffing grip.

Fox straightened and considered the terrain. That bloody mark had come from a hand leaning against the trunk. Most likely Veers shoving himself back to his feet. Where would he go?

He looked back and then toward the east. If it was him and he thought enemy troops were still in the area….

Fox headed east. He would then double back to rejoin his troops. After about half a mile, the ground fell away sharply and he had to be cautious with his footing. The sun was low in the sky now and that would triple the difficulty. And he was well aware that Piett was correct--it was very likely the enemy would return to search the battlefield.

He realized that a small mudslide had happened further up the bank as though some unlucky devil had slipped….

He stopped breathing for a moment.

The incline was treacherous for a healthy man, for a wounded one….

Fox sprinted to the place and was rewarded with another substantial clue. An Imperial code cylinder. It was broken and partially covered in the mud, but he lifted it out almost reverently and then got to his knees to study the fallen earth. It was darker and muddier than the dry ground it had reached and... there.

A small trail of it was heading south.

Fox pocketed the cylinder and moved cautiously, not wanting to miss anything.

He rounded a curve in the bank which led back toward the thicker woods--and he could see more disturbed earth and leaves as though someone had clawed their way back up….

He moved swiftly up the embankment himself, flicking on the light of his blaster now, the trees making things much darker.

He nearly missed the shine of the black boot---it was filthy now with mud. But his peripheral vision registered the brief reflection and he was immediately plunging into the brush where Veers had managed to drag himself before passing out.

At least Fox hoped he was only unconscious….

He set the blaster down, allowing the light to illuminate the area and felt for a pulse. There---thready and weak but there.

“General,” Fox tried.

Nothing. He whipped out the scanner---Veers had some severe gashes in his thigh and side---no doubt the work of the denton. The cuirass had protected more vital organs, but his arm was badly lacerated as well. He’d lost significant amounts of blood.

Fox got his hands under the General’s arms and tugged him further into the darkness of the old trees.

*******

Hands. He should be concerned about that. But his brain wasn’t working right….so slow….he was so tired….

“General.”

He knew that voice. But it was dark….

Something hissed near his ear and he felt the cold on his neck. Something else was sliding into his arm with a slight pinch….

And clarity returned to Veers.

He squinted to see the face above him.

Dark and deeply lined, brown eyes looking seriously at his face, brow wrinkled in….worry?

Surely not.

“Fox,” Veers managed.

“That’s right, sir. Lie easy. I’ve got you.”

Strong callused hands cleaning his wounds and applying bacta before winding pressure bandages around his leg. His side protested as Fox unstrapped his cuirass to better get at the gashes there.

“Sorry, General, here.” Another hiss and the pain receded to manageable levels.

Had he known that Fox’s hands could be so gentle?

Veers shifted slightly and realized a drip was connected to his left arm.

“You’re….well equipped. What happened?”

“We were successful,” Fox replied, characteristically blunt. He examined the deep wound in Veers’ upper arm. “But we couldn’t find you. So. I came to do so.”

Veers mused on this.

“Fox are you….AWOL?”

The clone commander gave him a slight curl of the mouth. “No, General. I am here with both permission and orders. The Admiral could not leave the fleet, much as he wished to do so. Thus I am here on his behalf.”

A pause.

“As well as my own.”

“This is a big risk,” Veers said, considering how long they might have before their enemies came looking.

Fox grunted. “Worth it.”

Veers frowned and opened his mouth when Fox interrupted, opening a water bottle and sliding an arm under the General’s head.

“Sir. There is no scenario where I’m just going to leave you. Drink.”

Veers obeyed, marvelling again at the gentle competence of his security lead.

“Now, I have to comm the Admiral before he takes a shuttle on his own.”

Veers snorted lightly, but Fox wasn’t wrong. The clone flicked his commlink.

“Admiral, I have him.”

“And…?” Piett sounded like hell.

“He’s badly wounded sir, but…”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be sure to have the requisite medical staff.”

Veers and Fox exchanged a glance.

“When you say ‘you’ sir….”

“Scraps has already given me grief, Commander. I’m piloting the damn shuttle and we’re coming to get you.”

Judging by his voice, Piett was walking to the hangar bay as he spoke.

“Can I speak with the General?”

“Yes, sir.” Fox handed him the commlink and pulled out rations and thermal blankets.Veers half expected a tent.

“Firmus.”

“Max.”

Veers could feel the waves of his friend’s relief.

“I don’t like being on this end of things,” the Admiral said dryly.

Veers managed a small smile. “Yes. Well, I’d prefer if you were on that end more often.”

“I’d prefer for neither of us to be on this end, but that’s not the way our lives work. Regardless---you hold on General. I’m coming for you.”

And that. That was the way their lives worked. One did not leave the other behind.

“We’ll be here, Admiral.”

Fox took the commlink and then shrugged out of his duty jacket to wad it up under Veers’ head before covering him with two thermal blankets.

Veers watched him tiredly. “How did you find me?”

Fox came to settle beside him, holding the blaster currently providing them with illumination. “I... ah. I thought about what I would do, sir, if I were in your situation.”

Veers rather felt there might be a compliment in there.

They were silent for a time. Then Fox spoke.

“I’m sorry, General. I’m sorry that I lost you.”

He was staring at the earth and that wasn’t like the clone commander.

“Hardly your fault, Fox,” Veers murmured. “It was a denton.”

The other man clenched his hands tightly around his blaster. “Should have anticipated an attack of that nature.”

“Fox…”

“I know. I know I can’t do so all the time, sir. But I’m always going to feel responsible.”

Veers pondered the nature of this relationship---he was the General, Fox was his security lead. Both of them were very good at compartmentalizing--at doing the next thing regardless of cost. He recalled Fox’s eyes when he had first woken. The worry and relief…

“I understand that,” Veers managed, feeling so very drained. He closed his eyes and felt a warm hand land on his arm.

“Stay with me, General.”

“After all the... trouble you went to?” Veers said quietly. “Working on it. Just...tired.”

Fox’s hand stayed on his arm, anchoring him, until the hum of the shuttle’s approach sounded.

Piett’s face-- “let’s go, Max. Henley is keen to see you.”

Medics and a gravsled. The familiar hum of the engines in the Admiral’s lamda.

Scraps helping transfer him to the med bunk that had been pulled down in the passenger area. “Good to see you, sir.”

A pat on the shoulder from Firmus as he went by to resume the pilot’s seat. “The princess sends her love by the way.”

Then the pull of gravity as they lifted off the ground.

The medics were taking care of his wounds and Veers opened his eyes briefly when that familiar grip landed on his arm once more.

Fox had seated himself in the seat at Veers’ head. “Thank you, Commander,” Veers told him.

“You’re my officer,” Fox replied simply. But those strong fingers tightened slightly. Veers closed his eyes again and smiled.

Yes he was.

[caerulea-divilu]

CC-2224—no, his name is Cody and given the opportunity he’d love to be asked if he signed up for this. That answer’s a firm no, actually. A series of issues Cody has to work through and some he doesn’t want to. But that’s the life of a clone. Right?

( Day 2-Origins: How Cody got his scar; Why Cody doesn’t have a kama; why Cody has a jetpack @commandercodyweek​

[zentalikestodraw]

Making someone their morning caf is a love language ☕️💕

i am too sleepy to color

[carrinth]

Foxiyo Week 2021: Day 4 ( Mask, Uncover )

What lies beneath Commander Fox’s bucket?? Secrecy! Mystery! The possibilities are ENDLESS. Riyo has witnessed the Forbidden. Her life is changed forever! Oh no he’s hot.

@foxiyoweek

Late! Rushed this a bit to get it on time but overall happy with how this turned out. :D :D :D What do you think Fox looks like? Wouldn’t it be funny if somehow everytime Fox took off his helmet, his face would be obscured by some random object or panel framing? :p

[ravensilversea]

One Day

Prompt(s): Time Travel, with side of Family

Warnings: Fox snipes both Jango and Palpatine mostly off-screen, mild description of looting a dead body, questionable decisions and morality in general

Characters: Commander Fox, Sifo-Dyas

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Minor Character Death, offscreen minor character death, Palpatine and Jango both die and Fox is only slightly sorry about one of those, Angst, Emotional, Hopeful Ending, Referenced Order 66

Summary/Description: Fox still isn’t sure where the moral line falls for purposefully going out of his way to clone his brothers again versus never giving the brothers he knew and loved a chance at life, but he knows which one he prefers. And he refuses to let them be sent off to die again.

Jango Fett was a cold, cocky bastard who thought himself nigh invincible. Unfortunately for him, Fox had once hunted an identical brother through thousands of other identical brothers and the lower levels of Coruscant, so hunting a single bounty hunter through the Outer Rim really wasn’t as hard as Jango thought it would be. A carefully aimed blaster bolt was all it took in the end. Afterall, his armor was similar enough to the armor Fox had worn day in and day out.

Fox hated, still hates really, how much like his brothers Jango looked when he peeled off that priceless armor and swiped a vial of still warm blood from the man’s rapidly cooling corpse. How much like Fives he looked. He reminds himself again, and again, that this is the man who willingly let millions of his clones be created to die, who chose exactly one to acknowledge as his own. Tries to hold onto the resentment and anger and jealousy he felt as a cadet.

One day, Fox will hand the beskar pieces to Boba and tell him that it was his father’s armor. Boba will try to correct him, say that it was their father’s armor, and Fox will shake his head and say, no, yours and yours alone. On that day, Fox still won’t know if he handed the armor over to apologize to the Boba he once knew for taking his father from him again, or to Jango for denying him his son.

Fox still isn’t sure where the moral line falls for purposefully going out of his way to clone his brothers again versus never giving the brothers he knew and loved a chance at life, but he knows which one he prefers. A bit of slicing and a cryptic message, and Fox had a decent idea of where and when Sifo-Dyas could be found.

Ao3

Which is how he finds himself in a bar, still in the Outer Rim, and for a place in the Outer Rim, the bar is fairly clean. Fox can’t find any suspicious smudges on his glass, or any glass he takes a glance at, and the bar counter isn’t greasy or caked with dirt. The windows are set in the wall in such away as to show only the sky, which this late at night makes it look like the place just opens out into starfield. There’s also a comfortable amount of people, not too many to be crowded and loud, not too few for conversations to echo all over the place.

One day, Fox will walk into a newly opened bar on Coruscant that is always crowded and loud and smelled of sweat and grime. He’ll buy a round of drinks and sit at a table by himself with a drink at each empty seat. “I’m not busy now,” he’ll whisper, “but it’s too late for that isn’t it?” The night will grow late, and he’ll leave a tip and a collection of untouched drinks meant for brothers he turned down in favor of paperwork, only to never have another chance again. He’ll have no intention of ever returning.

Fox slams his drink back and gestures for a glass of water as Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas makes a fairly subtle entrance, for a Jedi. He’s quiet and weaves through the people and tables without anyone noticing him, well, except for Fox who had been keeping an eye out for Jedi robes. Grabbing his glass, Fox makes his way to the table by the window that Sifo-Dyas chose.

“Evening,” Fox drawls and slides into the seat across without bothering to ask for permission. He wraps his hands around his water glass. “Rumor has it that we can help each other out.”

“Can you now?” Sifo-Dyas hides trembling hands in the sleeves of his robe. 

Fox… doesn’t know what to say. A thousand angry, resentful, vindictive words claw at his throat, but the man in front of him looks nothing how he imagined. Lined face with brown eyes not quite as dark as the clones’ he would order. Long mostly silver hair with patches of dark, almost black, brown pulled back into a bun that’s falling down. Trembling hands, how he keeps using the reflections in the window to watch what’s happening behind him, just like how Fox’s brothers would when they came back from the frontlines.

Fox almost pities him. Almost wonders how he got to this point.

One day, Fox will walk into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for the first time, for the five hundredth time. He will stand at the foot of a white infirmary bed and look down at an older Sifo-Dyas who will be unsure about whether his smile would be welcome. One day, Fox will hold this man’s hand and be among the people he asked to be at his bedside when he breaths his last, and then he will stand with his hands clasped behind his back at the funeral. One day, Fox will wonder about this man he never knew and regret never allowing himself to consider knowing him.

This is for his brothers, he reminds himself. Brothers this man bought and paid for to fight a war he didn’t bother trying to stop. “I can deal with your Sith problem.”

That gets Sifo-Dyas’ full attention. “What Sith problem? The Sith have been dead for a thousand years!” he hisses, leaning across the table.

“You’re the seer, you tell me.” Fox leans in as well. 

For a moment, neither move. Neither speak. They sit there, mere inches apart.

Sifo-Dyas sighs and leans back. “I see a war, not the Sith,” he says. “I see the end of the Jedi, and selfishly, I want an army that will never turn on them.”

For a moment, Fox burns. For a moment, Fox is numb. His men, his brothers, created for the Jedi, for the Republic they served, and something made them turn on both those things. Something that was supposed to ensure their never-ending, never-dying loyalty to people who gave varying levels of ‘don’t give a shit’ about them. Something that he didn’t even realize happened until he woke up over a decade in the past, thinking it was a dream.

“Your plans will bring about the destruction of the Jedi. Your army. My brothers.” The words fall from his mouth like bombs.

Sifo-Dyas flinches. Fox pretends the grief on his face is at least in part for Fox’s brothers. One day, he will wonder if it was.

“Though,” Fox takes a sip of his drink and looks out to the stars, “technically, it’s most likely the Sith’s plan now.”

“Who are you?”

Fox laughs and laughs for a while, until he’s almost sobbing. He wishes he had something stronger than water now. “The poor fuck who watched his brothers die,” he says. He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and looks at Sifo-Dyas again. “So my deal is this: I deal with your Sith Lord problem, and you pay the Kaminoans to clone every, single, one of my brothers. No strings, no army, no ties to the Republic. If any of them want to fight, it will be their choice and their choice alone.”

One day, Fox will hold every, single, one of his brothers. One day, he’ll teach them how to walk and talk and sing and laugh. He’ll watch them run through meadows he didn’t quite believe existed for a decade and swim in peaceful lakes instead of endless storming oceans. One day, he will teach them how to do so many things from repairing ships to sewing clothes to cleaning weapons to planting crops. And one day, he will wake up each morning with the knowledge that his brothers have a future. That his brothers are free.

To his credit, Sifo-Dyas takes the deal, no questions asked outside of hammering out the exact details. When the contract is signed, he stands and looks at Fox for a moment. He whispers an apology that Fox doesn’t acknowledge, not now, and leaves without another word. Fox doesn’t care. He’s had enough of the Republic and enough of the Jedi.

The blaster shot that takes Sidious down is infinitely more satisfying than the one that took Jango.

[hrtiu]

Celebrate CC-1010 and his blue girlfriend on 10/10!!

Foxiyo Week 2021

Hey, everyone! We are super excited to announce that we will be doing another Foxiyo week October 10th-16th! 

Oct 10 - acts of service, words of affirmation 

Oct 11 - duty, loyalty 

Oct 12 - admiration, pining 

Oct 13 - mask, uncover 

Oct 14 - confession, revelation 

Oct 15 - sacrifice, redemption 

 Oct 16 - reunion, hope

Additionally, if none of these prompts speak to you (or maybe they do and you just want the extra challenge!), feel free to use any of the below tropes: 

A - there was only one bed 

B - mistaken identity 

C - fake dating 

D - fantasy 

E - bodyguard 

F - time travel 

G - hiding injury

Please be sure to tag @foxiyoweek and use the #foxiyoweek2021 tag when you post! We can’t wait to see all of your masterpieces in October! 

[mandoposting]

“Come on, Sheev, get 'em!”

A quick thing for Day 4 of Commander Fox Week 2021 - Laughter. Inspired by the rewrite of Bezos I that @parkotedarasuum and I’s rotted brains came up with, which you can read under the cut :)

Nabooian senator

Born in BBY 84

Sheev

Sheev Palpatine

Nabooian senator

Born in BBY 84

Sheev

Sheev Palpatine

Come on, Sheevy, you can do it

Pave the way, put your back into it

Tell us why

Show us how

Look at where you came from

Look at you now

Or-gana and Mas and Padme

Amateurs can fucking suck it

Fuck their wives, drink their blood

Come on, Sheev, get 'em!

[*Sick synth solo*]

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[hrtiu]

Written for Foxiyo Week 2021, the prompt is “acts of service, words of affirmation.” Uhh I may have written this all in one sitting and haven’t edited it at all, but I couldn’t let the first day of Foxiyo Week pass by without contributing! @foxiyoweek

Fox was having a bad day.

He didn’t know much about civilian life, but he’d wager that most of his days counted as bad days on the civilian scale. But this was a bad day even for him, and he’d been in charge the day of the Zillo Beast attack.

It was the little things--each a tiny inconvenience stacked one on top of the other until finally forming a massive mural that communicated “the galaxy has it out for you.” First it was waking up bleary-eyed and exhausted from a night of insomnia that even the strongest of sleep aids only managed to conquer after several hours of tossing and turning. Then it was the broken caf machine in the cafeteria. Then it was Senator Burtoni making a snide remark about production quotas and damaged goods in front of Senator Chuchi. Then it was Chancellor Palpatine asking him to do the dirty work of evicting a rival senator from his offices.

By the time the smog-filtered light had faded from the Coruscant sky, Fox was about at the end of his rope.

Thorn poked his head into Fox’s office, his eyes bright with stim-induced energy. Fox would have that same gleam in his eyes as well, but his stims had worn off hours ago and the CG medic would kill him for taking more than the recommended dosage again.

“Ready to get the Pantorans?” Thorn asked.

Fox looked up at Thorn blankly, then swore as the distinct memory of receiving the last-minute request several hours earlier returned to him. “Dank farrik, how did the day slip by so fast?”

Thorn’s eyebrows raised as he looked around the chaos of Fox’s office. “I’d imagine a lot of things get lost in here. How do you stand it?”

Fox pursed his lips and glowered at the pile of datapads and flimsiwork scattered across his desk. “I don’t. But what choice do I have?”

“I thought we were all supposed to be organized, but you have to go and be the exception for everything, don’t you?”

“Hah!” Fox barked, amused at the suggestion that there was anything exceptional about him. Yes, he was a commander. But he had the same face, the same crew-cut, the same armor (with only a few slight paint modifications) as anybody else. He was even un-inked, like a shiny. Chancellor Palpatine didn’t like the idea of his personal muscle being tatted up, even if it was hidden under the armor. 

“The urge to be organized is still there,” Fox corrected. “I’m just physically incapable of keeping the place tidy with my schedule.”

Thorn looked down at the chrono on his wrist guard. “Speaking of…”

With a sigh Fox got up from his desk. “Right now?”

Thorn nodded. “Yeah. We’ve got about ten minutes.”

“Should be enough.”

Fox followed Thorn out of the barracks, heading off towards the Senate’s transportation facility. One last task for the day, and then he could sleep. Fox was pretty sure he could make it.

“You alright, brother?” Thorn asked him as they made their way to the landing platform to meet the senator’s guests. “Got any more of those Mirialan truffles?”

Fox’s mouth watered at the thought of the candies the Mirialan senator had gifted him the previous week. Well, “gifted” as in “told him he could eat her leftovers,” but that wasn’t important. What was important was that those candies melted in his mouth with a delicious sweetness offset by a slight, fruity tang.

Fox’s face fell. “No, I finished them all yesterday.”

“Damn,” Thorn said. “Maybe you could get some on your next off day?”

“Maybe,” Fox said doubtfully. He was one of the rare clones that handled credits for any reason, but he doubted he’d be able to justify a pricey purchase just for him. “It’s fine. I don’t need them.”

Thorn snorted. “Of course you don’t need them, but this is the first time I’ve seen you indulge in anything. I think it’s good for you.”

“Whatever you say.”

They stepped onto the landing platform and Senator Chuchi and her guests disembarked, Senator Chuchi leading the way. She looked beautiful, as always. The maroon palette of her outfit contrasted nicely against her pale blue skin, and her golden eyes sparkled even in the muted city lights. 

Senator Chuchi nodded her greeting to Thorn and Fox, then walked the Pantoran delegation to the lifts that would take them to the senate conference rooms. Thorn and Fox followed behind, Fox barely managing to keep his attention on their surroundings as his eyes grew heavier and heavier with exhaustion.

The door to the conference room whooshed open and the blue-and-maroon delegation walked in. Fox followed after, but his boot caught on the bottom lip of the doorway as he went and he tripped, sending him sprawling to the floor.

A hand reached down for him and Fox grabbed it, expecting to feel the broad warmth of Thorn’s gloved hand. Instead, his hand closed around delicate, ungloved fingers that barely managed to pull him to his feet. Caught off guard, Fox could only stare into Senator Chuchi’s face once he’d found his footing.

“Are you well, Commander Fox?” Riyo asked.

Somehow, she always knew his name.

“Y-yes, ma’am. My apologies, it won’t happen again,” Fox’s words tripped just as gracelessly from his tongue as his foot had tripped over the threshold.

“It’s no problem, Commander,” she said, her brows knit together in concern. “Only please take care of yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Riyo returned to her guests and Fox retreated to the back of the room, flanking the door along with Thorn as the attendees commenced their meeting. As they switched into Pantoran, Fox’s mind began to wander to the Senator and her consistent kindness to him. To all the clones, really. It probably had nothing to do with him as an individual. She was just a good person, and on Coruscant that wasn’t easy to find.

Soon enough the meeting ended and Fox dutifully accompanied the senator and the Pantorans to their respective accommodations. He was nearing a state of delirium, and only the knowledge that this was his last assignment of the day kept him on his feet.

When he reached the barracks and fell into his bunk, he could hardly remember how he’d gotten home. His insomnia wasn’t able to overpower his deep exhaustion this time, and as soon as he closed his eyes he was asleep.

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Fox woke the next day feeling, if not rested, at least alive. He rolled out of bed with a groan and wrinkled his nose at the realization that he’d fallen asleep in the same blacks as the night before. Then he checked the time and groaned again when it became obvious he didn’t have time to shower and change.

He pulled on his armor with robotic precision then jogged down the barracks hallway, his feet leading him to his office without any thought. He opened the door and braced himself for the tornado of reports, senator requests, and various flimsiwork that awaited him on the other side, but it never came. He looked around the office, his eyes still heavy with sleep and slow on the uptake. Was this actually his office?

Fox half closed the door and checked the number embossed on the placard outside. Office 1010. Yep. That’s him. He stepped back into what he was now certain was his office, but it was nearly unfamiliar. It was clean--spotless, even. All his datapads had been sorted by date and arranged in an orderly line on the shelves along the wall. He opened the desk and found his flimsiwork in a series of folders, each one neatly labeled with thin, loopy handwriting. A neat trash receptacle had been placed in the corner, and not a speck  of dust could be seen in the entire cubicle. It was… perfection.

On the table rested a small gold-and-maroon box, and inside Fox hoped to find an explanation for this minor miracle. He tore the lid off the box and found a square, handwritten note.

Commander Fox,

I hope you don’t mind that I tidied up a bit. Commander Thorn let me inside, and I promise I didn’t read anything classified. Please take care of yourself.

Warm Regards,

Riyo Chuchi

His heart stuttered in his chest and he set the note reverently down on the desk. Later he’d take it back to his bunk and put it somewhere safe. Maybe in his weapons kit. Then his eyes lit on the tiny, brightly-packaged bundles in the box underneath the note. He inhaled sharply through his nose, and the sweet, unmistakable scent of Mirialan truffles filled them.

Fox sat in his chair and unwrapped the first truffle, popping into his mouth and leaning back as he let the candy slowly melt in his mouth. He would savor this for along time, making each one last to the best of his abilities. He thought back to the note, reciting the short message to himself in his mind as the candy slowly melted to sugary goodness.

Riyo Chuchi, he thought the words he’d never say out loud, is a goddess.

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Day 1 of Commander Fox Week 2021 - Exhaustion

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Better late than never, right? Anyway, this is the first digital art I've done, also the first clone actually wearing armour, so I hope you guys like it <3