#commander tooka

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

I am SO pleased that people are in support of my Jaro Tapal/Commander Bacara agenda. if you brought it up in the comments of my blyla fic and apologised there is no need, people getting excited over my intentionally placing references to this ship in any story I can get away with it pleases me greatly

those men need to be wrecked by each other. there is nothing better than stoic, conscientious men losing all composure as they become embroiled in a highly romantic consensual workplace relationship with loads of gratuitous fucking

Commander Tooka of the 13th battalion is so annoyed over the relationship. mostly because Bacara told Jaro his name after a whole damn year of him successfully keeping it a secret from his very serious General. In Bacara’s defence his brain was completely melted after getting reamed by lasat dick, which really is its own mitigating circumstance.

Cal isn’t sure what to feel about Bacara being with his Master, but Master Vos had sent him a flimsy booklet entitled ‘A Psychometric Padawan’s Guide on How to Deal With Having a Master in a Responsible, Unattached Jedi Partnership Without Scarring Yourself for Life’ which has been very helpful.

(Quinlan made him a few little booklets, he makes them physical copies so that he can imbue them with lessons psychometrically, it’s a Kiffar teaching practice.)

[phantasm-echo]

“Little” comic i made for tooka domino twins because they deserve to be silly.

(This is just a way for me to enforce the idea that echo is just as if not more chaotic than fives, he’s just better at hiding it)

[frostbitebakery]

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”

[rooksunday]

the image of an exhausted commander fox, sitting in his office, throttling a datapad and yelling WHY IS MY JOB SPREADSHEETS?? before yowling like a space banshee and frisbeeing the thing through the open window with all the force of kamino-guaranteed strength bolstered by buereaucratic rage, where the datapad sails merrily and speedily for a longer distance than many would credit before impacting with concussive force against the surprisingly soft skull of emperor palpatine, gladhanding for the press in the courtyard of the senate below

the resulting explosion is caught on many cameras

[coalmonger]

Fox: Um.. Whatcha got there?

Thorn: Rations

[sleepingsun501]

I drew this months ago, and I’m so happy I can finally post it. Just sleepy, post-war, happy AU Fox finally getting the rest he deserves. Oh, and he got a tooka cat, Bean lol. Happy Fox Day everybody!!

[dontbelasagnax]

Happy Cody Day!!! @codyday2224

Don't let any of his troopers see but... Cody's made a friend 🧡

[prints available!]

[sazzujazzu]

Palpatine got into a tragic swimming pool accident involving the Corrie Guard an unidentified perpetrator removing the pool ladder.

A new Supreme Chancellor was elected, and he spends his time being a different kind of weight on Commander Fox's shoulders.

All hail Chancellor Butternut, may your reign be benevolent and fluffy 🐾

The adorable Butternut is by @peggy7447 🐱 with the comment about Fox escorting Butternut on his shoulders, this image popped in my mind immediately 😻

[mereelskirata]

Ssh. The commander is currently resting. Be careful not to disturb him or his tiny, elderly companion.

[varpusvaras]

One day, Cody and Obi-Wan need to know something regarding Coruscant, and Obi-Wan suggests that they ask Fox about it.

"I can send him a message", Cody says. "He can answer it when he wakes up."

"Oh, right", Obi-Wan says. "It is night on Coruscant, isn't it?"

"Yes", Cody says. "It's currently 3.27 there, I have the planet's current time on my comlink, so I can say good-night to Fox and make sure he goes to sleep."

Obi-Wan smiles a bit. "That's very sweet", he says.

"I have to do it", Cody says. "Fox is not sleeping enough, it is affecting his health, so I need to remind him to go to sleep-"

Cody's comlink beeps. Fox has sent him a message back with an answer.

Obi-Wan can sense how the room they are in cools.

"I'm sure he just has a lot of work to do today", he says, trying to calm Cody down. "Guarding the Chancellor is a lot of work, you know?"

Cody turns to look out of the ship's window, and he stares very intently to somewhere into space.

"Yes", he mutters. "I know."

---

Fox is very tired and both of his hands are cramping.

He ignores both of those things and continues on, because the Chancellor wants to work done before the morning shift.

His comlink beeps, a message requesting some information. Fox looks up the right files and sends them over, before picking his stylus back up.

He gets through three more forms when his mind catches up with his body. He pauses, and then, slowly, opens his messages.

Oh. It was Cody asking.

Fox looks at the time. 3.36 AM.

He closes the messages, and picks the stylus back up.

Cody is in the Outer Rim right now. Fox can do nothing but wait to meet his fate.

In the meanwhile, he still, unfortunately, has work to do.

---

(Just a few miles from Fox's office, Palpatine wakes up.

There is a distant twist in the Force. Something like a warning.

He regards it for a moment, and then turns on his other side and continues sleeping. Whatever it was, it was so distant that it is not going to do anything tonight, and he has only gotten 6 out of his nine hours of sleep so far.)

[kingtuna]

Alpha-17: Why are there little handprints all over the wall?

Cody: Why are there little handprints all over the wall?

Rex: Because I have little hands

Cody: Because he has little hands

[deserthusbands]

cody, showing obi-wan his bucket, where the tooka kitten had decided to curl up: how does this keep happening?

obi-wan, peering in, only to chuckle fondly: well, dear. it does look like the cat has claimed it as its own.

cody: but it’s so small and cramped..

obi-wan: well, your little friend doesn't seem to have a problem with either– he's ‘vibrating’ again.

cody, sighing: i guess. but he can't have my bucket forever. i need it more than he does.

obi-wan: something tells me he would disagree,

[st4r-t3ars]

Dance Break

[nephilim2point0]

Fox gets a distress call but turns out its just a rather loud loth cat colony

(They adopt him)

tag urself

[coalmonger]

Thire: Why is this one so fat?

Thorn: He's just well loved

[ominouspuff]

Sketch Week! first up is character study and concept art for Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant (AU)