#commander fox/mace windu

[starkskypines]

angel wings sewed on my back with blood

the religious trauma born star wars fic is here!! featuring murder (of palpatine), hostile takeovers, religious themes galore, and some falling in love

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Fox raises his hands in supplication, like a religious devout worshiping at the throne of his god in a room bathed in warm red tones meant to spark loyalty for one so kind. In a room littered with artifacts tied to various religions from across the galaxy. Not one of those artifacts' religions hold a candle to the dedication Fox brought to his work, which makes it all the more jarring that it is Fox with shaking hands covered in blood at the throne of the Republic’s great leader.

He can count the number of blasters pointed at him currently. Eight from a Guard squad. Seven from the Chancellor’s personal guard. He knows the hands that hold eight of those blasters. He’s helped those hands bind wounds, watched those hands lift mugs of coffee at four in the morning, helped those hands when they asked and when they didn’t.

“Commander Fox, do not move!” The order comes from Stone, whips out harsh and broken and impacts Fox more than any other step of this mission. He’s not afraid of death. It’s part of the job, and for one confronted with death so often, it is more like an old friend that beckons him home. But he is afraid of disappointment from one he considers friend. He’s scared of lonely nights and lonely days, of no one left to clean his wounds and brew his coffee, of an aching hole inside that can never be filled. But he was more afraid of death’s familiarity coming to claim every one of his friends in a mockery of everything they’ve ever fought for.

Fox does not move now with blasters pointed at him and the deed done. He has already moved enough. The moment he figured it out, he never stopped moving. Plans and lies and hiding in plain sight. The weight of millions of lives on his shoulders, but the heaviest was the weight of the identical sets of brown eyes that looked him in the eye every single day.

The Chancellor was behind the war. The Chancellor wanted to twist his brothers into slaves. The Chancellor, so pious and righteous a leader, was the man holding the keys to every Sith hell Fox had ever cursed. So Fox had to stop him, no matter the cost to himself.

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[womp-womp-chomp-chomp]

Tag yourself, I’m anakin

[roseaesynstylae]

My “prevent Order 66” dream team is Mace Windu, Fox, Bail Organa, and R2-D2. Palpatine’s gone within a day.

[jedi-enthusiast]

*during their monthly check-in call*

Fox: Alright, I'm bored, let's have a little competition. What's the weirdest thing your generals have done or can do?

Bly, dreamily: General Secura doesn't do anything weird, she's great... Fox: Bly's in love with his general, in other news water is wet, moving on! Rex: Sometimes General Skywalker just straight-up eats bugs. He doesn't cook them or anything, he just finds a bug and eats it. Fox: Now that's the kind of garbage I'm looking for! Next! Ponds: Sometimes General Windu will be about to make a decision and just stare really hard at whatever he's making a decision about for an uncomfortably long time. Then he'll shotgun like 10 space-Advil and keep going. Fox: I am both concerned and impressed, next! Wolffe: General Koon has made Separatist generals straight up surrender just by using his Disappointed Dad Voice™️ on them. Fox: Wow, that's- Cody: My general can talk to the dead. The Rest of Them: ... Cody: Get fucked.

[izzystizzys]

As High Marshall Commander, a title foisted on him by the Galaxy’s fakest bitch aka Chancellor Palpatine, Fox theoretically has privileges and authorities like no other clone. In practice, he has a headache and gets ignored more obviously than before.

What he also has is a fancy new function on his personal comm unit modified to broadcast GAR-wide to all commanding officers, up to and including Jedi. It gathers dust next to his own modified button that sees much better use - a private channel to Stone, the only vod that will let Fox bitch at him to his heart’s content without hanging up (Thire) or bitching right back (Thorn).

It’s been a long shift of 72 hours, the maximum Stabby allows him to do without a well-placed hypo to the neck, when Fox finally collapses on his rickety cot in the Command quarters and hits the private comm connection to Stone without looking. He’s already rolling his eyes so hard it tweaks at the migraine that’s been building since hour 18 and heaving a put-upon sigh.

“Everyone is stupid, Stone, and asking to be thrown face-first from the Dome balustrades”, he begins, settling into a low, dead tone of voice to warm to the building monologue. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. “I swear to haran I’m going to wring Amedda’s stringy neck one of these days. I don’t know what magical Force gods his mother pissed off, but they made sure to punish her and the Galaxy at large a hundred times over. He sucks the joy and competence out of every room like a black hole of stupid. I’d call him a has-been, but I trust in the power of nepotism and also just don’t believe he ever was. I swear he’s doing it on purpose and - oh, kriffing Sith-damned hells, you know who’s definitely doing it on purpose?! The kriffing Chancellor, that wrinkly ass-faced ballsack!”

Taking a deep breath, Fox lets that sit in his chest for a moment, indulging in the feeling of bright weightlessness. “I swear he’s trying to keep the war going - no one man can be that incompetent and still draw breath, not even Amedda or Taa. Goddamn Taa - but anyways, kriffing hell, Stone, either the senility isn’t an act or he’s a bad cartoon villain from Dooby Scoo. Yes Sir, sending Senator Amidala to a Seppie-infested planet for negotiations is a great idea after her fourth bomb threat of the week. No Sir, I can’t hear you cackling evilly with Count Dooku under your lame two-credit robe as you’re definitely not colluding with the Republic’s enemies. What, you have a red lightsaber?! Oh, of course I don’t know what that means, I was dropped on the head as a tubie!”

Barely pulling in a harsh breath, Fox continues, palms pressing into his eyeballs hard enough to cause sparks. “And speaking of lightsabers and senile fucks, haran smite my ass off but who the kriff thought it’d be a good idea to give absolute tactical and military authority to the kriffing eldritch space monks! The Force didn’t bless them with the collective good sense it gave to a kriffing rock, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise! Has anyone kriffing read the Theed Convention of Sentient Rights in Wartimes?! NO?!! Well, color me UNSURPRISED, because war crimes ARE NOT! GOOD! BATTLE! TACTICS!!”

“They run around in crop tops, Stone, in crop tops! Oh, the Force provides - WELL I’M GOING TO PROVIDE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS, AND IT’S GOING TO HURT BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT WEARING KRIFFING ARMOUR!”

“Sure, let’s send the preteens into active warzones under heavy artillery in kriffing party wear! Surely nothing will ever go wrong! And give them commanding positions equivalent to CC-clones, WHO WERE LITERALLY GENETICALLY CREATED FOR IT! WITH A DECADE OF INTENSE TRAINING! LET’S DO THAT, BECAUSE WE’RE ALL KRIFFING STUPID!”

He’s gesturing wildly at the ceiling now, face heating up as his blood boils beneath the surface. “And you know what really gets my lowers in a twist, apart from the preteen commanding officers and blatant kriffing high treason and war profiteering?! Is it the complete lack of recognition? Gratitude? Basic sentient rights?! No, Stone, no, I would take all that in stride if it meant I never had to see Skywalker and Amidala kriffing canoodle right in front of me again, and pretend like it isn’t the galaxy’s worst conflict of interest case in the making!”

“By all levels of Sith-hell, what the kriff is wrong with that woman? You have it all, you could have anyone, and you choose that twatwaffle?! And then they have the gall to lock themselves in a broom closet for twenty minutes straight and have me guard it! ‘Oh yes, Senator, naturally we all go rattling brooms with our good friends! Nothing dodgy happening at all! I definitely believe you were looking for detergent and have used a washing machine before!’ The absolute nerve on those two! And then last week - you’ll never believe this - High General Windu passed by, and I swear he looked like he wanted to throw himself off the roof! I’ve never been less impressed by anyone in my life, and I’m batch-mates with Bly!”

“Speaking of Bly, that little bitchtit - if I have to edit one more, one more kriffing propaganda piece of him staring at General Secura’s bits, I’m going to stab my eye out! And if I have to edit one more of Secura staring at his bits, I’m going to stab the other one out! The only good thing I have to say about them is they’re more subtle than Skywalker and Amidala, which means nothing really. I will never understand that woman - but then she’s worked with Jar Jar Binks for a decade and not had a nervous breakdown, so she either has nerves of steel or is on some good-ass drugs.”

“Girl, your choices. And you know what else is a choice? Kote kriffing roundhouse-kicking heads off droids when he has a perfectly good blaster right there! I don’t know what the Longnecks put in his tube, but I hope to kriff it’s not contagious. I’d say I’m glad he has Kenobi to keep him in check, but that man wouldn’t know common sense if it punched his nose clean off his face. Flirting with General Grievous, ugh. I’d say he can do better, but honestly, they deserve each other.”

“And Wolffe - “, panting, Fox pauses, considering. “Well, Wolffe is an asshole and stupid, and I hate him because he’s stupid and has a stupid face. Also he keeps drunkenly submitting adoption paperwork on General Koon’s behalf - I wish I could say something mean about that, but honestly, his existence is roast enough. Anyways, bitches are trying me today, and by bitches I mean everyone. Commander Fox signing off to go not commit treason, unfortunately.”

Thoroughly powered out, Fox sinks into his hard mattress with a deep sigh. Several seconds of silence reign, and then his comm unit starts blaring in alarm.

Somewhere in the Jedi Temple, Mace Windu is knocked flat on his ass by a gargantuan shatterpoint exploding.

[thivell]

you know what I needed today? Tookaverse shenanigans

[darthmalewife]

The clones like to slip song lyrics into conversation to see if they can get people to notice.

Wolffe has managed to get a few lines of The Final Countdown in before anyone noticed.

Fox once slipped the names of seven Deftones songs into conversation before the senator he was talking to noticed.

Ponds has, on multiple occasions, got Windu with Nickelback songs.

Rex targets civilians for the sheer sake of he's a menace and it's funny. Furthest he's gotten is like an entire verse of In The End. Only reason he had to stop was because Anakin ruined it accidentally.

Cody goes for country songs. Man has gotten through the entirety of Highwaymen by telling someone that each verse was some prophetic force vision that Obi-Wan had.

[mearchy]

Palpatine: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Bail: Nope.

Dooku: No, absolutely not.

Yoda: Hope it sucks, I do, whatever you’re going through.

Maul: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Mace Windu: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Fox: I can’t wait to go to your funeral knowing that I could have changed that outcome.

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Based on this video/meme

[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"

[phoenixyfriend]

I only have twelve options or I'd have added more (like Yoda, and Fives, and Plo, and Quinlan)

Could do a tournament but this'll do for now

[astheforcewillsit]

clone colony idea where the clones make the Jedi the "boogeymen" (affectionately) for misbehaving clone children. The threats range from, "If you don't act right we'll send you to the temple for the summer, you'll have to live with the Jedi and you won't be able to use any electricity. You can't even wear nice clothes." or "If you keep on we'll send you to the temple for a year. The Jedi don't believe in fun, you'll have to meditate for 8 hours aday."

For the most part it works. And causes great confusion amongst the Jedi actively involved in the clones' new lives.

It's not like the little ones haven't seen the Jedi either. They know Master Kenobi. He always stays with Cody, and laughs whenever the older clones threaten them with a year at the temple.

They know Master Vos who looks mildly offended when he's told he doesn't know what electricity is, because it's against his religion to use it (Seriously Fox? Why are you trying to convince them we live like cave men).

And for the first time ever, Mace laughs aloud as the clone children offer him clothing with color, because "he's not allowed to have them, so don't tell the High Council.

And the conversation had when some of the older children offer to escort Anakin back the Coruscant, because of course he can't fly a plane, is hilarious.

Though there's always a few children who end up being sent to a Temple and learn strangely enough that the rumors were not true, and that there is much to learn about the Jedi and their Order. Including discipline.

Some come back the the colonies. Some remain in the temple as padawans themselves (it's not uncommon now adays for a Master to stumble upon a clone child who's just a bit too in tuned with the Force).

Likewise, when Jedi Padawans are acting up, or when there are Jedi younglings who aren't chosen as padawans, they often go to clone colonies to work and provide their services as healers, gardeners, and farmers.

(this is loosely based on a story i'm working on, The Summer I Turned Humble, where a young clone gets sent to the Temple of the Summer and leaves completely changed)

[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.”

[threebea]

Refering to MBMBAM au Inspired by This

Fox: ... Ja na na jana na na.

Cody: What's happening?

Fox: ja na na jana na na 🎶

Wolffe: oh?

Fox (reving up on air guitar) Ja na na na Na na na na Ja na na na na Na na na jananananana 🎶🎸 I WANNA SHOCK (self echoing) TROOP ✊ ja na na na na na Naa Naa 🎸 I WANT TO SHOCK 🎶

Wolffe/Cody (into it): TROOP ✊

Fox: ja na na na na na Naa Naa Naaaaa 🎸-- welcome to Shock Troop a holo-cast within a holo-cast about the latest and greatest in Senatorial Briefings--

Cody: no wait you need to explain--

Fox (ignoring him) Senator Stonk released the following statement yesterday that he will be proposing a bill that would have Clone Troopers forage for food on planet to bring down military budget expenses.

Wolffe: wait what?

Fox (carrying on): when asked to clarify how that would work, Stonk had this to say: Our spending is out of control and we must come up with imaginative solutions. Many of the planets they are sent to have an abundance of flora and fauna. We should have them use the resources available. If they can destroy droids surely they should be able to find food sources.

Cody (blue screen of death face audible even in an audio format): wh..........

Fox: in response to the bill, Master of the Jedi Order Mace Windu had this to say: No.

He then gestured in tired exasperation to Clone Commander CC-411 who explained in great detail the pitfalls of having to feed an army of millions with this method. Windu's initial response has become a reaction 'gram on the holonet that has been shared three billion times and has sparked numerous mocking posts towards the proposed bill on SX (The stream formerly known as space twitter). I'll put the 'gram in the show notes.

Many of the bill's initial supporters loudly insisted they were never going to vote it through if it came up in session. Senator Stonk's press secretary claims that this is all a joke taken out of context and the Senator had no intention to actually propose such a bill.

Wolffe: that's too bad. I like the idea of hunting.

Cody: yes, but to feed your entire battalion?

Wolffe: oh no, I meant the senators. I would hunt them.

[darth-hedone]