#yes sir he will not have a single hair out of place 🫡

[kurgy]

i like getting ready in our little hideout to face the final battle and talking to everyone and then Strife just tells me to keep his boyfriend safe or else

[kiwikipedia]

Uhhhh have this old draft from a long fic that will never get published or finished about Cin taking in the Corries and becoming the ultimate Guard Dad ™ with two Guard groups under his lead 🫡

A single man stood outside, arms held loosely behind his back as he waited.

At a glance, the Jedi appeared to be human and older than Prime— but definitely younger than the Chancellor. An exact age was difficult to pinpoint, and Fox can't exactly place the Jedi among the ones that he had seen before— the files only held the ‘important’ Generals who were out on the field so far.

With long hair partially tied back and robes much more streamlined than the ones Fox had seen on several other Jedi, this was not one of them within the database— not yet, at least.

Upon catching sight of him, however, the man simply bowed slightly at the waist— something that caught Fox off guard for a moment before the Jedi seemed to lock eyes with him.

Uncanny.

Fox was wearing his bucket, there was no way that any normal man would be able to lock eyes with him through it so quickly— but then again, Fox had never been in contact with a Jedi before, he had only heard stories. Which made it all the more uncomfortable.

The Jedi’s eyes were a dark shade, possibly brown, but there was something… green there too, seen only when the man straightened up and the light caught in them.

And then all at once it was gone and Fox was pinned in place by irises as deep and dark as the oceans on Kamino.

“Apologies for pulling you away from your duties so abruptly,” the man spoke, pulling Fox from his thoughts “I am Jedi Master Cin Drallig, the current Battlemaster and head of Security of the Jedi Temple here on Coruscant. I take it that I would not be remiss to assume you’re the Leading Commander of the Coruscant Guard?”

The temple on Coruscant? Were there other Jedi Temples? Other sects of Jedi? Should Fox be worried about his brothers being flung far out in the corners of the galaxy and not returning to Coruscant because they were placed under the command of a Jedi who didn’t call the Temple here on this planet their home?

Furthermore, Leading Commander? It wasn’t like it was a damn secret that there was more than one Commander Ranked Clone among the hundreds of thousands of Soldiers in each army sector, but he had never heard of anyone calling a Commander a “Leading Commander” before.

Not even when it came to ones like Cody or Wolffe or even that group of Alphas that Fordo and Stec had gathered together— and all of them were Commanders.

(Part of Fox couldn’t help but feel a curl of pride in his gut. Leading Commander. It was a good title, it held the weight of responsibility with it. Marshall Commander was fine, but there was just something about Leading Commander…)

Shaking from his thoughts, Fox simply nodded before snapping into a salute.

“Yes sir, CC-1010,” he confirmed, tensing slightly when Drallig raised a hand— only to stare at the slight flick of the wrist that was almost universal for ‘at ease’.

Drallig didn’t want him in a salute.

He hesitated, but lowered his arm— though he didn’t dare relax.

“1010…” Drallig mused, moving his hand to rest under his chin slightly, head tilting to one side. “Is there a specific name that you would prefer to be called, Commander? Granted, if you prefer to go by a number, I am in no place to judge, but, well… I’m afraid to say that you might end up being called ‘Toes’ by some of the initiates who associate the number ten with them. Humans and many others have ten fingers and ten toes, after all, Commander.”

Behind him, Fox knew that his men who had ventured out to see what was going on were most certainly staring at the Jedi General in bewilderment— he knows this because he’s doing the same thing.

No one had asked for his name before, not the senators, not the chancellor, not the nat-born soldiers or the Senate Guard who the Coruscant Guard were supposed to work alongside— none of them had bothered to learn his name, let alone the names of his brothers.

Fox took a breath before he nodded, just slightly, cautiously.

“Fox, sir,” He told him, keeping his tone even and void of any wariness, but not at all letting his guard down.

The Jedi had not been mocking, at least, he hadn’t been so openly, and if he had been mocking him at all, the man hid it well.

As far as Fox could tell, Drallig was sincere, if not a bit amused at these ‘initiates’ for some reason.

“Commander Fox, then,” Drallig repeated, almost instantly and a heady feeling began to seep into Fox’s bones.

His brothers among the Commanders had spoken about how it felt to be addressed by a Jedi, addressed by name, addressed like a person. Bly had said that it was a bit intoxicating, and Cody had mentioned something about the warmth of the sun— even the ever conservative and wary Wolffe had mentioned that his General, Plo Koon, had an effect on his men.

The Kel Dor’s mere presence seemed to relax them now, though not enough for the 104th, let alone the Fourth Systems Army, to dull their fangs and let their guard down.

Or so Wolffe said.

Regardless, Fox got it now. He did.

And such a thing was dangerous if he wasn’t careful.