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[cc1010fox]

Trooper: I caught this clone wandering around so drunk that he couldn't remember his own designation, so I'm putting him in the drunk tank for the night. Stone: Fo--? Fox, after making a 'Sh!' expression: Sorry, Commander... Stone: Uh...It's...ok? I'll take him from here, trooper. Trooper: Yes, sir. I'll write up the report, sir. Stone, once they're at the cell: What are you doing? He can't arrest you! Why didn't you tell him who you were? Fox: He was so nervous, I couldn't interrupt him! You know how discouraged our vod'ike can get. He was trying his best. He's doing such a good job, Stone. Don't tell him... Stone: The arrest was good? Fox: Perfect. He just stuttered over a word or two, but who doesn't the first few days of their job? Stone: Since it was a good arrest--Fine. I'll come back in a few to let you out. I'll just tell him that your commander called for you. Fox: Great! Tell him he did a good job too. Stone: Of course.

[musewrangler]

I love this so much

Commander Fox is hanging out on your dash :)

[oloreaa]

A little update

Short and to the point: I'm taking a break from tumblr.

With so much happening, and there being constant hate, racism and drama going on, this website has turned from an escape from real life to another stress factor that I simply do not need. So much has changed since I joined tumblr less than a year ago, and I'm really hoping that it will turn around.

I'm happy to have found a lot of my dear friends on this site, and I will check in to talk to you every now and then. You all mean the world to me and I love you very much.

That being said, concerning my writing (what you're most likely here for lmao), I'm gonna be honest and say that I'm not particularly inspired to write at the moment. I have some WIPs and asks that are still unwritten and I don't think that I'm gonna get to them anytime soon.

Interaction is at an all time low now and I would be lying if I said that this doesn't bother me. It's just disheartening to put effort into something, and barely receiving anything in return, especially when a lot of people tell me that they like my writing and want to be tagged. I've been feeling like this for a long time now and this shouldn't come as a big surprise to you.

Maybe I'll still post my writing on here. Most likely not.

If you want to keep in contact, dm me so I can give you my discord, otherwise I don't think that I will be on here much.

Love, Rea

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Edit: the blog is running on my queue now, I have cleared out my drafts so there will still be a few things posted every day, but it will run out in a week or so.

I will still be writing and try to make progress in my WIPs, focusing on Vencuyanir especially, but I don't know if I will be posting it on tumblr. I will upload on ao3 and just link the chapter here for those that are interested. Already posted fics will not be taken down at the moment.

Thank you for being so understanding, I love you lots!❤

[cc1010fox]

Fox, after hearing a vod clearing his throat at his office door: Whatever you need, I haven't had time since I started this job...You'll have better luck with Commander Thire or Commander Thorn. Trooper: Uh...Commander Fox...Sir? Fox, finally looking up from his work to see a trooper holding a tubie: Did you find a lost tubie? Trooper: Uh...No... Fox: ...Oh. You can take him to the Temple. They have a-- Trooper: No, it's nothing like that, sir. I just...wanted him to meet you. Fox: ...Meet...me? Trooper, gently sitting the baby on the desk, supporting him with one hand: Yes, sir...He's met his extended family on his mother's side, his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins...You know...I think he should meet the people that I consider family. I know we're not close, but I look up to you. I think that's as close as I can offer to a grandparent for him. Fox, offering his hand to the tubie for a handshake after a long pause: Marshal Commander Fox, honorary cadet. Trooper, smiling as his son curiously grabs two of Fox's fingers: His name is Siolo. His mother says it means poet. Fox, smiling warmly: Honorary Cadet Siolo. That's a strong name, as strong as your handshake. There is nothing more powerful than the spoken word on Coruscant after all...I guess...I'm your ba'buir.

[cc1010fox]

Rex: That number is your kill count? Fox: Roughly. Cody: I wasn't...expecting that to be honest... Wolffe: He's lying. Look, he wrote a number above it first, then crossed it out. That's the truth. Fox: No, that's the literal kill count. Cody: ... Rex: ... Wolffe: ... Fox: They were alive before we crossed paths. Rex: Oh...Most of our kills are-- Cody: Droids... Wolffe: I don't--How!? Fox: ...Why do you think I have so many awards? Wolffe: You...work hard? Fox: Doing what? Wolffe: Whatever the chancellor tells you to do. Fox: ... Cody: You protect the Senate. Fox: Coruscant. Rex: What? Fox: My duties extend beyond the Senate. I protect Coruscant. Wolffe: Ok, you protect Coruscant. Fox: ...From? Wolffe: Seppies? Fox: That's...part of it. Rex: ... Cody: ... Fox, popping his tongue against the roof of his mouth: Let me lay it out for you three. Fox: While you're out there sniping heads off of comedic relief training dummies, I have to deal with living, breathing, thinking beings. The living and breathing should make them easier to take down, but the thinking makes them unpredictable. I have to account for their individual beliefs, their morals...their sense of honor...all of which throw logic out of the window. It's not easy to land a droid army on Coruscant, so I don't get the pleasure of predictability too often. Rex: ... Fox: Instead, I have to deal with the citizens of this planet, too many of which don't want us here. They shout at us, abuse us, and have even started a market for us. You know...the skin and organ market. Yes and no. Yes, they have actually harvested our skin. No, I don't mean literal skin when I say skin market. Think collars and chains. How many times have you stood between a threat and the people you're duty bound to protect knowing at least one of those people have spat on your men, attacked them, used them like toys, or captured and sold them? My only comfort is knowing I can turn on them the second they're labeled a traitor to the Republic. And I can pick the worst of them off when there are no witnesses. Cody: ...That's-- Fox: On top of that, I have encountered creatures of nightmares because they just dwell in the bowels of this rotting planet or some pieces of garbage brought them here to sell. If you thought I was protected against watching my men get eaten by a wampa, you are sorely mistaken. Although it was the nexu that kept me up at night. For weeks. Who buys those things? Seriously...At least I put some of them down, but who knows how many they sold? Wolffe: ... Fox: The worst creatures are the ones I can't add to my kill count, though. The absolute worst is Chancellor Palpatine. He doesn't know what my job is and assigns me to literally every job in the Coruscant Guard. I have to do it personally. I'm the boss of the people who are supposed to do those jobs. He is the sole reason I will only sleep when I am dead. Fox: The second worst is 99% of the senators. Entitled, egotistical pricks. I would rather be distributed to desperate families looking for organs than catch the eye of any senator. Thire has to remember which ones show a little too much interest in the clones because we are at their mercy. He can't allow a shiny anywhere near them. If a Coruscanti attacks a clone, it's considered damaging government property, making them a criminal. If a senator attacks a clone, it's considered You better do what is best for the Republic and shut your kriffing mouth. Because treating a clone like a complimentary gift isn't betraying the Republic. Risking one of the Republic's delicate alliances is. Cody: Force, Fox... Fox: I deal with all of that while maintaining an impressive record of mission successes. That is why I have so many awards. Wolffe: ...You have awards, but do you want a hug? Fox: Desperately. All day. Every day.

[musewrangler]

Fox, I can't wait to write you again

Stone: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Hound: Prettiest smile. Thorn: Nicest personality. Thire: Most likely to start a bar fight. Fox: Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one.

[cc1010fox]

Fox: Stay vigilant, men. That beast is out here somewhere... Fox lets out a high-pitched scream as a tentacle wraps around his ankle and pulls him into the sewers. Thorn, halting his troopers: Either we agree that we didn't hear that or we let him die to spare him the embarrassment. Trooper 1: I didn't hear anything. Trooper 2: Hear what? What are you talking about? Trooper 3: It was a silent attack. We just noticed he was gone. Thorn: Good men. Now, let's rescue our marshal commander!

[cc1010fox]

Jango: So that one is named Wolffe? Alpha-17: Yeah. Jango: And that one is named...Fox? Alpha-17: Mhm. Jango: ...Is there a reason for their names? Alpha-17: Are you injured? Jango: What? No. Why? Alpha-17: Fox! Wolffe! Show Prime why you have your names. Jango, after getting tackled: Alpha! Why are these clones kriffing feral!? Ow! Which one of you bit me!?

[cc1010fox]

Fox: Did you know Alpha-17 was my first kiss? Thire: I thought I was? Years Earlier: Alpha-17, holding a tubie: Aren't they too little to be outside of their tubes? Kaminoan: We are conducting tests on them. Tubie, reaching up at Alpha-17's face: Ah! Alpha-17, leaning into his hands: What is it, vod'ika? The tubie pushes his face against Alpha-17's, planting a big sloppy baby kiss on him. Alpha-17, laughing: A little charmer, huh? You're going to be trouble, aren't you, 1010? Present Day: Fox: Nope. Alpha-17 told me he was.

[musewrangler]

😂😂😂😂

Commander Conversations ~

Cody: Fox, did you kill Palpatine?

Fox: No. A bullet killed him. Bullets are made of lead, and lead is from the ground. The ground is part of nature. Therefore, he died of natural causes. Case closed.

Cody: ...How did you ever become a cop?

Fox: I didn't have a choice.

[cc1010fox]

Thire: ...Thorn...What are you doing waving your blaster carbine around outside of Fox's office? Thorn: He's sleeping inside. Stone: ...What are you two doing pointing your blasters at everyone? Thire: We're guarding Fox's office door. Thorn: He's sleeping inside. Hound: Huh? Why are you three guarding Fox's office door? Thorn: He's sleeping inside. He's been sleeping for a whole three hours now. Cody: What's going on?...What are the four of you doing threatening everyone who gets close to Fox's office? Is the chancellor in there or something? Thire: No. No one is permitted to enter Marshal Commander Fox's office. Do not call out to him; we will silence you. Obi-Wan: May I ask why? Thorn: He's sleeping. Cody: Force. Ok. Uh...Let me find Rex. We'll help you. Obi-Wan, chuckling: You lot take your sleep seriously, don't you? Cody: He sleeps once a week. Obi-Wan: ...I'll fetch Anakin and Ahsoka.

[cc1010fox]

Alpha-17, looking down at a baby clone: Do you know what I have to do if this facility falls under the enemy's control? Tubie, reaching out towards him: Ah! Alpha-17, carefully reaching down, only for his fingers to be gripped by two tiny hands: I know I'll have to, but...will I be able to live with myself after I do? Tubie, seemingly smiling up at him as he gives his fingers a squeeze, like he's trying to lift himself up to him: Ah! Alpha-17, positively melting: I don't think I will...You know, I think I know how Prime feels when he looks at his son... Tubie, definitely smiling, beaming even: Ah! Alpha-17, gently prying his fingers loose: I should go before I start a certain Mandalorian ritual. I hope to see you taller and stronger someday soon, uh...Oh, there's your designation. 1010.

[cc1010fox]

Fox, over his comms: Sure, natborn. Let me take five minutes out of my duties to give you directions to a restaurant. Ugh. Maze, laughing: Every. Kriffing. Day. Fox: They act like you just insulted their family if you tell them you're busy too. Maze: Once, I panicked and told a woman I didn't know where the bookstore was because I couldn't read, and she tried to find "the clone in white armor" for months so she could teach me how to read! Fox: That was you!? Commander Thorn demanded we give every Guard a reading comprehension test because he thought we had a shiny among us who couldn't read! Maze, laughing: I'm so sorry! Fox, laughing: No! It was actually a good thing because we found four vode who couldn't read. Now, I hear they're so excited about reading that they're regulars at the library. Maze: Awww. Silver lining.

[cc1010fox]

Senator Organa: Commander Fox? Fox: ... Senator Organa, after walking up to him: Commander Fox? Fox: Yes, senator? I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Fox, tossing a handful of credits at Thire later: Fine. You win. He knows who we are. Big deal. He pays attention to our armor. Thire: He's a good man, Fox. Fox: Yeah yeah. Get back to work.

[cc1010fox]

Padme: You seem...stressed, commander. Have you considered therapy? Fox: Have you considered minding your own karking business? Padme: ... Fox, panicking: I am so sorry. I don't know where that came from. Padme: ...You really need to get that frustration out. Again, I suggest therapy.

[cc1010fox]

Cadet Commanders

Cody, pint-sized and worried: Fox! Fox, equally little and worried: Kot'ika! Wolffe, small, but not as worried: You're late. Cody: Am I? Fox, wrapping him up in a hug: Ori'vod said you were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Cody, leaning into the hug and looking up at his Jedi: I wasn't flying the ship... Obi-Wan: Neither was I. Thire: Traffic on Coruscant delays all landings. We expect people within the hour, not at the exact minute they specify. Cody, puffing up his chest: So I wasn't late. Wolffe: I guess the golden boy is still perfect. Plo: Be nice to your brother, Wolffe. Fox, snorting: Jealous. Plo: I was just telling the Commander here that the boys would be safest at the Temple. Obi-Wan: I'm inclined to agree. Thire: With all due respect, I must insist they remain with the Coruscant Guard. I will release Cody and Wolffe to you, but you will not be taking Fox. Obi-Wan: ...Is there a reason you don't trust us to protect him, Commander Thire? Thire: It isn't about trust, General Kenobi. Fox has never been...comfortable around Jedi. Thorn: You creep him out. Fox, pretty confused to be honest: ...Jedi sound cool...? Thire: Until you actually see what they're capable of. Thorn, whispering to the two Jedi generals: He's actually afraid of Jedi... Obi-Wan: Oh... Plo: Hm...Still, we must examine the boys to determine what has caused this. Rex, approaching: Not without me present. Fox, wide-eyed: Whoooa! Wolffe, look! That ori'vod has jaig eyes! Wolffe: Whoooa! Cody: Be careful. He's kind of mean... Rex, sighing: He thinks I'm picking on him because I told him I am who I am. Thire: Why would you do that? Rex: It's called honesty, Thire. Thire: What if you mess up the timeline, di'kut!?