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Commander Fox x OC [Kira Kintsugi]

Part of @clonexocweek 2025!

AN: Here's a little snippet into one of the many possible futures Fox and Kira could end up in!

TW: Discussions of Fertility, Future Pregnancy, and Possibly leaving the Jedi Order.

Preview:

"She has a bad feeling about this..."

Visions contrary to popular belief aren't necessarily of the future. They can be simple echoes or suggestions. Sometimes, visions just are.

The future is ever changing and weaved by countless factors as we live our lives. There is no true way to peer into the future and read it. One cannot simple stare at the expansion of time and see it all.

The Force Visions give occasional glimpses, but these are only possibilities.

It's a vision of one of these possible futures that leads Kira to where she is now inside the Halls of Healing.

She has a bad feeling about this.

Healer Che sits on the cot beside Kira and puts her hand on Kira's own in a comforting gesture.

“It seems your visions were correct.”

Kira is going to cry whether the tears are out of fear or joy remains to be seen.

“Oh.” Is all she manages to utter.

“It seems that you are able to carry children should you wish. Your body has simply never had a cycle due to your health, but now…”

“Now it thinks it's ready?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel, Little Light?”

“I never thought this would happen. It never occurred to me that children could be in my future. But, then the visions kept showing me fireworks in blooming flowers and I… I just had to know.”

“Should I be preparing for a pregnancy in your future, Kira?”

“Perhaps. I know attachment is frowned upon, but I…”

“Kira… You do realize that if the force wills it so shall it be? As much as the Order is part of your life you are always welcome to follow a different path. No one will ever blame you for where the force guides you.”

“Thank you, Healer Che…”

“May I ask who the lucky individual is that has stolen the Little Light’s heart?”

Kira twiddles her fingers and then finally speaks.

“Commander Fox and I have been discussing what we would like the future to hold.”

“Ah, a fine choice.”

“He is everything I wished for. I used to dream of such possibilities but to live it…”

“It is your choice Kira. Just know we will always be here for you. Even if your future leads you on another path.”

-

Kira dreams that night.

She watches as Fox walks their children on the beach of an unfamiliar planet.

There's four little ones. Two walking at his side and two in his arms.

Fox looks happier in civilian clothes. He looks at ease. His hair is greyer and his prosthetics look different. Yet it's still undeniably Fox she's gazing at, even if she can't see his face as he walks farther and farther away.

Kira can't hear anything over the gentle morning waves, but they seem happy.

Maybe just maybe this is their future.

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Commander Fox x OC [Kira Kintsugi]

Part of @clonexocweek 2025!

AN:

This fic means a lot to me personally as Kira was originally created as a way for me to explore my own trauma through my writing.

Despite the non-graphic and implied nature of the abuse please understand that you do not need to read this if it makes you uncomfortable.

If you wish to avoid any of the non-con and abuse content stop reading at:

"They stay like that for ages."

If you wish to continue reading after this start at:

"In the aftermath..."

TW:

Past Non-con, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Internalized Victim Blaming, and Self Esteem Issues.

Preview:

"Fuck it.

Fuck the stupid Jetti nonsense.

Fuck rank.

Fuck propriety."

General Kira Kintsugi is definitely touch-starved and it's a problem.

It's easy for the Guard to see. It's in her body language and her expressions. She lingers when someone touches her and almost sighs into it before catching herself.

When she catches herself she always makes a face that flickers between shame and sorrow before quickly turning around and making her way toward her office to hide away.

The vode are brothers and have always been touchy. It's feels sad to think about the general going so long without touching others. Feeling that warmth.

Of course Fox is the one to actually do something about.

It had been very early into the war effort. General Kintsugi had only been assigned to the Guard for about six-months at that point.

He'd been quite frankly messing around with Hound in the Corrie Break Room. They'd been play fighting after an argument about who was stronger. Fox had managed to pin his brother down.

Hound’s response was to shove Fox off of him and subsequently flip him off. Hound would leave a few minutes later to go find Grizzler grumbling about cheating ori’vod.

The Commander got up off the floor only to make eye contact with their Jedi. He hadn't noticed her here. Had she been standing by the little caf bar the whole time?

She was staring at him. Her pale face is sad as she holds her mug close to her chest.

“General are you alright?”

“I'm fine.” A beat passes. “I'm sorry. I was just taken aback.”

“Can you elaborate, General?”

“I just haven't engaged in such activities in ages. It feels as if the only time I get to do so is when I spar.”

She starts staring into her caf and tracing the rim of the mug seemingly trying to soothe herself. Lost in thought.

“Permission to speak freely?”

She nods still clearly embarrassed and having trouble matching his gaze.

“General, some of the men are concerned that perhaps you're touch-starved. Medic McCoy even approached me on the matter. He's worried perhaps you're not meeting your social or physical needs since your assignment to the Guard."

“I'm alright Commander. I don't need any type of extra care. I simply lose myself from time to time.”

“Quite frankly I think that's an outright lie, General.” Fox shoots back point blank. “You Jedi tend to ignore your wants and needs. We're all aware of it. Self sacrificing tendencies seem to be a favorite pastime of your order.”

“We're an official religious order we-”

“Still have needs like every group of beings in the galaxy.” Fox interrupts.

Kira sends a slightly irked look his way. It's somewhere between a pout and scowl.

“We cannot let ourselves take precedence when the galaxy is at stake, Commander.”

“You ought to.”

Her face flushes, seemingly in exasperation.

“We cannot, Commander.” She repeats like that'll change Fox’s mind.

Jedi are so stubborn.

Fox sighs and makes his way toward his general. He grabs the mug of caf out of her hands and puts it on the nearest flat surface.

Fuck it.

Fuck the stupid Jetti nonsense.

Fuck rank.

Fuck propriety.

He pulls her close and wraps his arms around her body.

She lets out the tiniest little gasp of shock. Fox feels her stiffen in his arms.

Eventually she returns the hug and starts quietly crying into his chest.

They stay like that for ages.

-

Commander Fox was hugging her.

She doesn't know what to do.

She remembers the last time someone touched her.

She'd just turned eighteen standard years.

Master Yoda had sensed a growing darkness in her master's heart. He'd sent Masters Vos and Kenobi to investigate for her safety.

She doesn't really remember much about the investigation. Healer Che said it was because the mind has to protect itself somehow. That trauma manifests differently in everyone.

She's seen mind healers since then, but they're certain that she's going to have missing patches of memories for the rest of her days.

It didn't really matter if she couldn't remember it anyway. They'd caught him in the act.

She vaguely remembers Master Vos threatening to kill her old Master if he didn't leave her bedroom and Master Kenobi bundling her up in an extra cloak to give her some dignity.

Later, Anakin hugged her while she cried giving testimony to the council.

Her master was immediately expelled from the order and arrested.

-

In the aftermath the Council had told her it wasn't her fault. It couldn't have been…

She's shied away from touch since then, no matter how much she craves the attention. It feels greedy and selfish to ask. The guilt and shame seems to always return rearing its ugly head like a dragon slinking out of a den.

How can one enjoy intimacy if all it's ever done is hurt you?

But this feels different.

She feels silent hot tears roll down her face as Commander Fox holds her close.

She returns the hug and buries her face in his chest. Kira can hear his heart beat through the plastoid.

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Commander Fox x OC [Kira Kintsugi]

Part of @clonexocweek 2025!

AN: Heavily inspired by vode pile & other protective clone trooper fics! In particular Wartime Naptime on Ao3 was the fic that got the ball rolling with the idea of drugging a Jedi for their own good and the subsequent vode pile that would result.

Due to a snippet of this fic that implies more nsfw topics I chose to give a small preview and put everything under a read more and nsfw banner.

TW: Medical Concerns, Poor Self-Care, Threats of and the actual act of restraining someone without consent, Non-consensual Drugging with Sleeping Pills and Force Suppressants, Blink and You'll Miss it Implications of Sexy Times

Preview:

“Your instance on running yourself ragged is unsustainable and is becoming a conflict of interest. The Guard will not benefit if you burn yourself out before the war is over.”

Kira Kintsugi the recently Knighted Padawan of Jocasta Nu couldn't help but stare down at her cup of caf. It was instant caf from the Corrie break room, nothing special.

She had just stirred it and was watching the dark little vortex swirl in her mug.

Maybe if she stared long enough the little vortex would keep spinning and create a black hole that could take her far far away.

It was quiet in her office at the Senate building in Coruscant. The only sounds were her breathing and the faint mutter of those outside walking through the halls. Their steps leaving a faint echo.

The liquid in the mug kept spinning. She let herself relax watching the spiral as it looped on and on.

Her head was spinning.

She had so much to do.

So much flimsi and datapads to sort through.

So many messages to send.

There were so many good men in her care. She couldn't fail them.

She's just so so tired.

Just breathe.

In and out.

She could smell the caf.

In and out.

She could feel the warmth of the mug in her fingers.

In and out.

She felt the force all around her.

Breathe. Just be.

I am one with the force and the force is with me.

I am one with the force and the force is with me.

I am one with the force and the force-

A knock.

Someone was at her door.

Kira abandoned the mug on the desk and raised herself out of her chair. Her back and neck ached.

Damn it.

She opened the door to see Commander Fox on the other side. He stood in perfect parade rest and he looked forward chin upturned as if scrutinizing her. His helm gave her nothing.

He had always been like this.

A model soldier.

Never letting a single crack in his armor.

She can't help but find it admirable.

She craned her neck looking up at him, he towered over her.

“Commander Fox? It's quite late. Is there anything I can do for you?” Kira finally spoke as she lightly leaned against the doorframe head tilting to the side in query.

The Commander nodded.

“General Kintsugi, the Coruscant Guard has become concerned for your well being as of late. I came to perform a wellness check on behalf of the men” He said.

“A wellness check? The men have nothing to worry about Commander.”

Fox’s body language somehow became even more tense. His posture straightened.

“General,” he leaned forward slightly so they were closer. If he hadn't had his helm on she was certain she could have felt the warmth of his breath. “The men are concerned. Medic McCoy has been receiving numerous concerns from the rest of the guard for your health.”

“It's nothing for Medic McCoy or the men to stress over-”

“You don't eat. You barely sleep,” He clipped back. His tone leaving no room for rebuttal. “You practically live here in your office.”

“The force sustains.” Kira protests.

He clenches his fist at his side.

“Quite frankly, I have half a mind to bind you and march you straight to the Medbay myself.” He growls. A spark of anger flashing in his words.

“Commander I-” she stuttered reflexively, taking a step back from the Commander of the Guard.

He steps forward.

She feels butterflies inside her chest.

He's so close.

She needs to breathe.

She can't be weak.

���Your instance on running yourself ragged is unsustainable and is becoming a conflict of interest. The Guard will not benefit if you burn yourself out before the war is over.”

He’s cornered her up against her desk now.

“You are coming with me whether you like it or not.”

As Fox grabs her wrists and snaps his binders on them Kira’s eyesight blurs.

Please, not right now. Not another episode. Not again. No more premonitions. No more visions. Please…

Kira's staring at her own hands bound in black rope. She's holding a pink candle. The wick is burning with a red flame and she feels the warm wax drip down her fingers.

Suddenly, she's back in her office with Fox. There's no rope, only the Commander’s binders. No candle. No light. No wax dripping through her hands.

Oh Force, what was that?.

Kira couldn't have been lost in the vision for more than a second judging by Fox's lack of reaction.

Good. She hates it when he worries.

Fox simply picks her up one arm supporting her legs the other her back in a bridal carry. He's grumbling as they make their way out of the office and towards the medbay.

Kira's too exhausted and confused to fight with him on this.

-

After the wellness check and subsequent verbal lashings she received from both Medic McCoy and Healer Che, Kira had promised Fox she'd take better care of herself.

But she was a jetti so of course she didn't.

That was a month ago.

Well time for Plan B.

-

Fox handed Kira a cup of caf. It was saccharine looking. Seemingly filled with milks and sugars. He'd even put some whipped cream in and topped it with sprinkles.

Kira smiled.

She adored it.

She took the cup of caf from his hand, their fingers touch for the smallest moment.

There's a warmth blanketing her.

A deep indiscernible murmur in her ear.

Lips ghosting across her own.

A breath on her neck as a man chuckles.

Strong hands on her wrists holding her down.

She feels so warm.

Visions are unpredictable and often don't necessarily mean anything. That could have been just an echo of a memory. A past life. An alternative path. Visions don't even necessarily involve the one seeing them.

But…

The vision felt heavenly…

Wait, no.

She can't afford to focus on such things. She's a Jedi Knight and they're at war. It's foolish to dream.

She blinks and flushes at the Commander's helm.

“Thank you” she whispers as she takes a sip from the drink.

Fox just nods and informs her that he'll be outside keeping watch.

Kira watches as he closes the door to her office.

How sweet of the commander.

Kira takes another sip of the drink and starts working on the flimsi and data pads on her desk.

Occasionally, taking breaks and helping herself to another sip of the drink.

Before she knows it the drink is all gone.

She looks at the nearest chrono.

For Force sake it was late. Almost 20:00.

She keeps working, occasionally rubbing at her eyes.

Eventually she starts feeling heavy. Sluggish. Sleep just sounds so nice. When was the last time she had actually slept anyways?

A little tooka nap wouldn't hurt.

Kira crosses her arms onto her desk and rests her head.

Just for little bit. She could rest.

-

Drugging the general with a force suppressant and sleeping pills had been horrifyingly easy.

He'd come back into her office to check on her and found her asleep on her desk. That atrocious caf concoction had been finished in its entirety. Fox tossed the cup as he walked out of the office with their general in his arms.

Commander Fox would have to warn her about the dangers of being too trusting of others later.

For now though he had to get her into the Corrie Barracks.

Their Jetti was horrifically light. Fox would bet that a shiny could toss her in one hand.

They'd have to fix that.

They'd have to fix a lot of things.

Well. One problem at a time.

-

Fox arrives to a little fortress made of bedding in their barracks.

It's a nest. Or it's supposed to be.

Thorn had jokingly suggested that since General Kintsugi was essentially a giant tooka they might as well make her a nest like one.

Hound… Had taken the suggestion to heart.

So a nest was made.

Thire had just gestured to the thing as Fox walked in carrying the General.

“We tried our best.” He said.

By his tone Fox would tell Thire was unimpressed.

The thing was made of a cobbled together mess of various things. A few mattresses taken off bunks to use for walls and roof. As many blankets that the men were willing to donate for the general to use. Quite a few beaten up pillows.

A Shiny named Blaze popped out the entrance of the nest climbing out on his hands and knees. Upon seeing Fox he jumped to his feet at attention and saluted.

“Commanders! General!” He exclaims.

“Mr. Mana!” He also nods at the General's Service Tooka Mana who had been following at Fox’s feet since Kira had fallen asleep at her desk.

The tooka just stares up at him.

Then he gives a small chirp and nod.

Ah. Good tooka that Mana. He's always willing to work with the Guard for the General's safety and security.

Judging by Thire's snicker Fox concludes he's amused by how jumpy the brother was. Even funnier to be saluting a general that was currently knocked out on the good stuff while being held bridal style by Fox. All the while a tooka is a service vest and bandana stares at you with unblinking eyes.

“At ease. Is it all done?” Is what Fox grunts. He's adjusting his hold on their jetti. Fox is trying to stop her from falling out of his arms as she sleeps.

Fox faintly registers Mana thumping his paws against his leg as if saying:

“Don't you dare drop her you absolute nerfhearder!”

Fox does his best to ignore it.

“To the best of our ability, Sir” Blaze responds, relaxing a bit. He's holding onto his bucket and occasionally tapping at it. Looking from the sleeping general to the two commanders and back to the nest.

Fox scrutinizes the nest. He's got his bucket on so thankfully no one can see the him scrunch his nose in disdain. Triple-Zero really was a shit post. Never had anything they needed.

Their General deserved better.

Kriff.

This sad little nest would have to do for now.

-

It was very warm when Kira wakes up. She feels all nice and floaty. It's cozy and warm here. She wants to stay forever.

She blinks and tries to let her eyes adjust to everything around her.

She's greeted by McCoy checking her health data inside the little warm room. He makes her wear a watch now that calculates all her vitals. He doesn't look furious so Kira assumes her data isn't that bad.

Around her are a few of her men. They're all in their blacks lounging around or sleeping.

Huh?

Where is she?

How did she get here?

It's hard to think. Everything is a little blurry at the edges of her vision too. And she feels like she's underwater.

McCoys saying something to her but she can't hear him.

He makes a face and just gives her two gummy tookas from his bag and a bottle of vitamin water.

Kira dutifully chews on the gummies and sips on the drink. She doesn't want to make McCoy upset. He’s always stressed.

McCoy watches her finish the bottle and then pats her on the head.

One of the men gently encourages her to lie down so she's horizontal again.

She's effectively sandwiched between two of them.

Oh. They're so warm and comfy.

She likes the pressure from their bodies as one curls his arms around her waist and the other nuzzles into her neck.

She is using someone’s lap as a pillow but she can't tell who. She squints up at the man. There's patches of grey in his hair and his face is scarred in some areas.

The man keeps combing his metal fingers through her hair. It feels so nice.

She feels conflicted and she shouldn't want this.

But it feels so heavenly.

Maybe, she could let herself dream for just a little while longer?

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Commander Fox x OC [Kira Kintsugi]

Part of the @clonexocweek 2025 event!

AN: Short & Sweet Quality Time is what it's all about. Also their love language is quality time and acts of service... And caf.

Kira and Fox just lie in bed together.

It's heavenly.

Just the two of them.

The sounds of Coruscant outside the bedroom window continues but it doesn't matter.

All that matters is they're together.

Fox is sleepy and blinking at Kira.

Kira just smiles at him.

Fox is never truly awake until he's about four mugs of caf deep.

“Have you made caf yet?” He grumbles his voice deeper in the morning when he wakes.

“No… You want some?

The only response Kira gets is a sleepy nod.

“Okay a pot of caf coming up.”

Kira gets out of bed and dutifully starts making a new pot of caf. The Guard gifted her some expensive ground-up caf that was difficult to get in Coruscant. She's quite excited to try it.

As Kira watches the pot slowly fill with caf she feels Fox’s arms wrap around her waist and his breath on her as he nuzzles his face into her neck.

“Missed you.” He mumbles.

“I've been gone for five minutes?”

“It's too long.”

They just stand there watching the pot fill up.

Eventually the machine makes a loud beep signaling that it's done it job.

Kira grabs the pot and tries to turn but Fox won't let her go.

“Dear?”

“Uh huh?”

“I need to move to pour the caf.”

“Hmmm. Okay.”

He still is nuzzling into her neck and refusing to budge.

“Are you going to let me go?” She giggles.

“No.”

“Oh no! I'm trapped.” She lets out a theatrical gasp. “The Fox has tricked me and I'm stuck here in his clutches!”

She wiggles a bit trying to get away.

Fox just responds by gripping her tighter.

“If you try to leave I'll put you under house arrest.” He pouts.

“That’s an abuse of your powers, Commander.”

“I don't care.”

A pause.

“Dear, if you don't let me go the caf will get cold.”

“Doesn't matter. I've drunk it cold before.”

“I’m aware. I know you drink it cold straight from what's leftover in the pot sometimes.”

A very pregnant pause occurs.

“You saw that?” Fox mutters sheepishly into Kira’s neck. His face feels hot with embarrassment.

“Uh huh.”

“Oh.”

“It's okay I still think you're very charming, Commander."

Kira hums in thought then speaks.

“Fox… if you let me go. I can pour the caf and we can cuddle in bed.”

Fox immediately released her.

“Was that really so hard?” Kira huffs in amusement.

Judging by the look Fox is giving her as he stands there crossing his arms the answer is yes.

She pours the two of them cups of caf and gestures for Fox to lead the way back to bed.

Fox slinks off and she follows.

Back to the fox’s den.

It's perfect.

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Commander Fox x OC [Kira Kintsugi]

AN: My first fanfiction in years. Please enjoy Fox and Kira's first meeting.

TW: Medical Emergencies [Seizures] and Canon Typical Violence [Head Injury and Blood]

This is not how Kira had been planning to meet her Clone Commander.

Kira gazes up at a tall armored man as she lies on her cot in the Halls of Healing within the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

He's a picture perfect soldier.

The Commander is in parade rest and looks down at her to make eye contact through his helm.

The monitor she's hooked up to beeps as it measures her heart beat. It fills the silence.

Kriff.

She's been given a role as the General of the Coruscant Guard.

Kira Kintsugi looks at herself in the fresher-mirror of her apartment at the Jedi Temple.

She has to look presentable as a representative of the Jedi Order and make a good first impression for her Commander.

It has been only recently that she'd become a Jedi Knight after training under Madame Jocasta Nu. It still feels odd to see herself missing the Padawan Braid.

Kira has managed to style her long thick brown hair so that her traditional homeworld braid was neatly woven with white silk ribbon. The little charms attached each dangling from the ribbon in order to tell the story of her life. She'd be heartbroken if she lost any of them. She just needed to look and make sure they were all still there: a book, a sword, a dragon, a star, and a wolf.

She gently touches the grey wolf charm.

She shakes it off. Now's not the time.

Her almond brown eyes search herself for any imperfections. She can't risk a single strand of hair out of place.

She had debated wearing the ceremonial kimono that Madame Jocasta had gifted her for special occasions after her knighting. Kira eventually decided against it, far too formal to meet the Commander in that.

Maybe her usual hanbok would work?

Gazing at her reflection she thinks she made the right decision.

Kira fixes her cream and beige hanbok. The brown skirt and ribbons contrast nicely with the cream top.

Simple, classy, and easy to maneuver in. Perfect. No need to fix something that wasn't broken after all.

Hopefully she could make a good first impression.

As Kira stands before the door to her apartment she makes a mental checklist of the essentials.

Lightsaber? Check.

Handbag? Check.

Keys? Check.

Tooka? WAIT TOOKA!

“Mana?!” Kira turns and calls back into her apartment.

She hears the sounds of his little paws hitting the floor before she sees him.

Mana turns a corner barreling toward her already in his bandana and having squeezed himself into his service vest.

The abnormally chunky tooka jumps into her arms with a meow and a purr.

“We're going to start our new job today, you ready?” Kira says putting the large loth-cat down as gently as she could.

A yip.

Ready as they'll ever be.

Okay, she could do this.

-

In Kira's defense she'd felt fine at first.

She'd made her way to the refectory and cobbled together her breakfast. Nothing special, she just made four rice balls and grabbed a vitawater.

Kira made her way through the hallways of the Temple taking small bites of rice and sips of the drink.

It was a nice life at the Temple. Kira truly loved it here.

Life in the Jedi Order could be physically and emotionally taxing, but it felt worth it to help preserve peace in the galaxy.

It’s as she's making her way down a stairwell and into a hallway toward the archives that it happens.

She feels a sharp pain behind her eyes like an icepick.

Before Kira knew it she was on the tile floor of the Temple.

She was gazing at the ceiling. The lights were suddenly so bright like supernovas.

Colors seemed to dance like a borealis in the bright lights. Every spark, every flash showing her images and making her feel sensations she could just barely grasp.

The hum of her lightsaber and its familiar yellow glow as she ignited the blade. The comforting weight and feel of the hilt in her hand.

A blaster shot. The smell of burning skin.

A pain in her chest.

Fireworks. Sparklers. Kindling. The crackling of wood and smoke in her eyes.

The colors, sensations, and visions stop.

It is just the ceiling staring back at her now.

Kira turns her head to the right. Her palm is outstretched. Her hand is tingling and she can barely curl her fingers.

Oh. A seizure then.

The last thing Kira remembers is Mana running away making loud cries looking for someone to help her.

-

That's how she ended up in the Halls of Healing with a Clone Commander of the Coruscant Guard standing at her bedside.

“I am CC-1010 of the Coruscant Guard. Happy to be of service, General.” The Commander quickly salutes her. “I was told by Jedi Command that you were ill and could not make our initial appointment. As such, I made my way here to meet you properly.”

“I'm Kira Kintsugi. A pleasure to meet you Commander.” She manages to smile back despite the lingering ache behind her eyes. “This is Mana my service tooka.” Kira pets Mana who's sitting on her lap in the cot with her.

The Commander gives a stiff nod of acknowledgement.

“Do you go by any other name Commander?” Kira tilts her head genuinely curious.

It wouldn't hurt to ask for his name would it? After all, they would be spending the foreseeable future together.

Eventually, after a very pregnant pause the man speaks.

“My designation is officially CC-1010.” He pauses again before continuing “However, my chosen name is Fox.”

“Commander Fox.” Kira parrots back softly with a nod. She lets his name roll off her tongue. What a nice name. It has a certain charm to it.

“How long have you been on the Coruscant Guard?”

“I've been at the Coruscant Guard since our initial wave posting after the Battle of Geonosis.”

Kira nods. Commander Fox had been here since the beginning of the war then.

“Do you have any questions for me Commander?”

Fox’s posture seems to stiffen for a millisecond before he tilts his head slightly in thought. It seems like he had not been expecting that.

“May I ask about your experiences?”

“In what way, Commander?” Kira tilts her head to parrot Fox.

“In general, I suppose?” He shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly.

“I trained under Madame Jocasta Nu as her Padawan. I just recently graduated to Jedi Knight. I’m only Twenty Standard Years.”

Kira hums as she tries to think of what else to say.

“I formerly worked on Relief and Rescue Missions with Master Plo Koon and the help of Commander Wolffe, before my reassignment here as your General.”

Fox visibly reacts standing straighter at the mention of Master Plo Koon and the 104th Commander.

It's as he does this that a pressure returns behind her eyes and a spark flashes.

She was on the bridge of the Triumphant.

They braced for the impact.

A surge of purple in her vision.

The ion cannon.

She stumbles grasping at the edges of the Holomap.

The impact was hard.

Her head cracked right on the edge of the table.

Whiplash.

Another hit on the table.

There is a nanosecond where she sees her own blood splattered on the edge of the map.

She crumbled, falling backwards where there is another audible crack as her head meets the durasteel floor of the bridge.

She couldn't move.

Vaguely she remembers the warmth of her own blood pouring down the side of her head.

Commander Wolffe and Master Plo Koon had to help her to an escape pod.

She'd lost consciousness and woken to Wolffe covered in her blood dragging her out of the pod onto a new ship.

Then it's gone.

Commander Fox’s hand is on her shoulder in concern. Kira realizes she had been fisting the sheet of the cot, her knuckles white. She lets go. Mana is pawing at her in concern.

“General, are you alright? Should I send for a Healer?” The Commander’s level voice pitching slightly in concern.

“No. I'm fine. I suffer from force visions from time to time. As long as they don't incapacitate me or last longer than a minute they're usually fine.”

“Is that what's making you ill, the visions?”

Healer Che walks into the room.

“The visions are a problem, but they're not the cause of the illness.” Che says as she picks up a datapad with Kira’s vitals. “Almost all of Kira’s complications are the result of major head trauma. We're dealing with seizures, black-outs, migraines, visions, alongside auditory and visual hallucinations.”

She lightly pokes Fox’s chestplate with the datapad stylus as she walks by him to compare the data to Kira’s current vitals.

“I expect you to notify me immediately should Kira experience any symptoms during work hours.”

“Certainly, Ma’am.”

Che sighs, putting the datapad down and handing Kira a ridiculous amount of pill bottles and medication from the medical cart she wheeled in.

“Remember to take these, Little Light. Things will get worse if you keep neglecting your basic needs. Remember-”

“A tooka gummy a day keeps the doctor away. I'm aware, Healer Che.” Kira flushes pink in embarrassment as she shoves the medication into her handbag.

“Good.” Che pats Kira on the head and shoos both Fox, Mana, and her out the Halls.

The two of them are just staring at each other alone in the hallway. Mana is sitting at attention at Kira's feet.

Kira gives an apologetic look.

“I'm so sorry for missing our appointment and for you having to see me in such a state. I-”

“It’s a non-issue, General Kintsugi. I was told you have complications and that it was the primary reason for your stationing with the Guard.” Fox interrupts her as he crosses his arms in front of himself.

“Still. I apologize for the unconventional first introduction.”

“We'll agree to disagree, General.”

[theburntbatch]

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