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lbibliophile-sw · 4 months ago
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A new type of General
Also on AO3 [215w] @corrieweek - day 5: fix-it @clonefandomevents - CG bingo: Senator AU
After the War, the Vode have many decisions to make, redefining themselves as both individuals and a group. One of the more important of these is choosing a Senator; their hard-won voice in the Republic they were made to serve.
In the end the choice seems obvious.
Most vode assume Commander Fox will take that role. The commanders were trained to lead, and Fox was trained to lead from Coruscant. It only makes sense that he would continue in that duty.
Those who know Fox better, his batchmates and most of the Guard, expected Fox to choose anything but that. Surely he’s spent more than enough time dealing with difficult Senators for any lifetime? But then again, Fox was never one to let go easily.
Only the other Corrie Commanders truly understand. That the War might be over, but their war is just beginning. And Fox has not spent the last three years gathering ammunition only to walk away now.
There is a certain smile that the Senate will come to recognise. One that says ‘we might have been voiceless, but we weren’t blind. Now that we have a voice, what if I shared what we saw?’ It’s not blackmail, not quite. It doesn’t need to be. 
Senator Fox takes to take to the battlefield.
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ddeck · 8 months ago
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the galactic war might be over but the relentless stream of emails never is
i think living in a universe that has flying cars should allow to get your space take out delivered right to your window
my part 1 out of my two-part art trade with beloved @ominouspuff featuring no order 66! Fox. greatly entertained by how different the vibes for our pieces are
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relaxedstyles · 5 months ago
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dadsinsuits · 27 days ago
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Dan Sullivan
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socialjusticeinamerica · 17 days ago
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eviskera · 11 days ago
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tell me u guys have heard this audio on tiktok/reels, its so funny
the corries learned about "rizzing" through the holonet...
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cc1010fox · 2 months ago
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Thire, over comms: Commander Thire speaking. Fox: Thire, why is no one showing up for physical training? I scheduled us--Hold on a second. Yes, sir? Senator: We're looking for the training grounds? Fox: It's...right here...Why? Senator: Ah, good! I will call the others over! Fox: Is there a reason-- Senator: You know, we rarely get a chance to get up and move. I'm glad this "Commander Fox" scheduled a training session for us. Fox, into his comms: Thire, I'll talk to you later... Thire laughs himself into a wheezing fit.
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mrs2224 · 11 months ago
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They were end Game. 💕❤️💜
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annieqattheperipheral · 1 year ago
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nhl players: i permit the nhl to use an image of my likeness in promotional materials
the nhl:
"hockey players have no personality" nhl: i beg your fucking pardon???????
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yoursrosie · 7 months ago
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How did we even come up with Foxiyo when we've never seen them interact
Like sure even I ship them but how'd the ship come to life
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mwolf0epsilon · 8 months ago
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Fox, having just sat down at his desk with a steaming hot cup of caf:
Thorn, peeking into Fox's office: Fox, we got a TIT in progress at Senator Bartoni's residence.
Fox, groaning: Send in Plumber Squad with the capture equipment. They know the drill...
Thorn, nodding on his way out: Roger that.
Fox, shakes his head and takes a sip of his caf:
Thire, running into Fox's office: Sir! We have a PENIS warning!
Fox, sighing: Is Feather out of the medbay yet?
Thire: Negative.
Fox: Send in Crackerjack then.
Thire: Crackerjack is also in the medbay.
Fox: Then ask Stone to pull Wingdings from his shift at the prison.
Thire, rushing off: On it!
Fox, massaging his temples: One normal morning... That's all I'm asking...
Hound, looking in: Sir, one of Senator Roszvel's Aides got eaten by a ROUS.
Fox, throwing his hands up in defeat: KARKING DAMN IT!
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cloned-eyes · 1 year ago
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*giggles in gay panic*
based on this post by @nika6q
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relaxedstyles · 1 month ago
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daddies-i-love · 1 month ago
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Tom Carper
Outgoing Delaware Senator
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He’s retiring. Which unfortunately means that we're losing of one of the best asses in Congress.
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dadsinsuits · 1 month ago
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Tim Kaine
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darth-kote · 3 months ago
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Fox Headcanons Pt. 1
Despises 79s. Not because of the noise and countless bodies, but because there's always so much going on that he finds it difficult to properly relax. He's hard-wired to keep Coruscant safe from threats, and it only heightens in a dark, loud place full of plastoid and spirits. Of course, if Wolffe happens to be on shore leave and invites him for a rare night out, he'll accept. But don't expect him to have more than two drinks the entire night - or for that rigid posture to loosen up while he's there. He saves that for later when he can finally, finally take his armor off and slip into his bunk. If he could have it his way, he'd have Wolffe over for a long nap and a few hushed laughs before one or both of them has to return to duty.
He's a certified overthinker. Like almost to the point it could be labeled obsessive-compulsive if he ever talked to Nala Se about it. He knows it would probably qualify him for "retirement." He understands it's not the norm for most of his brothers, and he's actually very grateful they don't have to experience the nagging intrusive thoughts he seems to battle with often. He checks on his brothers when the sudden creeping feeling that one of them might be hurt arises, he routinely asks about the condition of The Chancellor's wellbeing if he happens to be further from him than usual, and he craves symmetry and order almost to a haunting degree. He once spent an hour staring at his own bucket to make sure the red strokes of paint were just right.
It's safe to say this man cannot stand a lack of control. This piggybacks off the prev point; it drives him up the wall not knowing what is going on at all times. He asks for check-ins from his men every quarter hour, works longer hours than even a Kaminoan would recommend, and has no idea what to do when he's given time off. He doesn't know what it means to unwind. His muscles are constantly wound tight like a snake prepared to strike, and he often grinds his teeth without thinking. The headaches he gets would be unbearable if it weren't for his medics dutifully looking out for the commander.
He secretly feels anxious when he hears whispers from Senators, Jedi, or his brothers about the work some politicians are doing to set up a plan for the Clones after the war. He doesn't know what else he is other than a soldier. He's too high-strung to go off and be a gardener or a tattoo artist like he's heard some brothers talk about. One day Stone makes a quip that he'd be a good zoologist, and he admittedly finds himself daydreaming about working with nonjudgmental animals instead of people who did nothing other than cast judgment. Coruscant certainly wouldn't work for that, which drives another unpleasant nail of fear into his heart. He'll have to work through plenty of knots surrounding his attachments if he is to ever let himself leave. For now, he's satisfied to dream about it when he gets a quiet moment in his bunk.
For all the Clones, their bunk is practically the only private space they have. Fox's quarters, though some might expect them to be ship-shape and spotless, is decorated in a way that can only be described as his. Weapon leaflets are kept on a board near the door, just above a small desk cluttered with a mixture of endless paperwork and small seedlings given to him by Senator Chuchi after he'd escorted her on a particularly daring mission. She claimed they'd grow into vitamin-rich leafy greens he could ingest. His armor is always kept neatly if it isn't on him, prepared to be worn at a moment's notice. His bed, of course, is the safest, most private spot in his quarters. Some would describe it as a mess, and if he ever heard whispers of a routine check for contraband, he'd straighten out the sheets and ensure no wrinkles could be seen; he had no desire to be perceived as a slob. Most of the time, he prefers to have the blankets fluffed up around him; there's something so gratifying about being surrounded by softness and the comforting smells of himself and the people he treasures most. He has a favorite cloth he nuzzles close to when particularly stressed, which had been given to him by Alpha before he'd left for Coruscant. The scent is faded and weak, but what's left of it combined with the texture is enough to help him drift into unconsciousness.
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