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.
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Thorn, looking at the details of a gala the Guard is providing security for: I just glanced at the menu. Aged rice? What does that even mean?
Stone: I already looked it up. It's a certain type of rice grown in Bormea, that is stored in hyper-technological silos for at least seven years, where the temperature and humidity is carefully controlled to allow the starch in the grain to turn perfectly stable
Fox: Maybe I could be stored in a silo as well. At this point, why not
Thorn: .....do you need help?
Fox: No, I need to be stored in a silo for seven years to turn perfectly stable
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It's Stone's turn at the deskwork tonight and he's a little bit glad about it. His feet hurt and he's sick of the way everything echos in the senate building - the ceilings are so high. He's loosening the fastening clip on his left boot under the desk and marking a file for review with his free hand when Marshal Commander Fox keys open the door.
Stone bashes his shoulder against the desk in his hurry to sit up straight. Fox is already strolling up to the desk and Stone has no time to say anything before he perches himself on the corner and pulls out a crinkly little package.
"Good evening Stone. Do you want a banana chip?"
"I...yeah?"
"Oh i wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her." Fox says, without pausing his careful scrutiny of the bag of dried banana chips
Stone says nothing, because he's confused and he doesn't want Marshal Commander Fox to know that he's confused him. He tries to subtly look behind him in case there is a "her" somehow peering through the window behind him, despite it being hundreds of feet above ground level.
He doesn't manage it before Fox holds out a banana chip to the wad of fabric that's been sitting on the corner of the shared desk since Stone sat down.
Stone is about to turn a devastating raised eyebrow in Commander Fox's direction when the little pile of fabric begins to move, and as he watches on in complete uncomprehension, a teeny tiny little pink hand reaches out and plants itself on the plastic desk top, and then a second, and whatever is in the fabric bag does a luxurious stretch.
Stone is holding his breath for some reason.
A little triangular head with quivering whiskers peeks out, and Commander Fox makes a noise Stone has never heard him make before, like a happy hum or a sort of short laugh.
The thing in the bag slips out into the open to take the banana chip from between his fingers - its a small rodent with four little paws and round ears, with a tidy coat of white and dark brown that makes it looks like it's wearing a little brown jacket with a hood. It eats neatly, holding the banana chip with both of its little pink hands and tucked into a tidy little crouch.
Stone remembers he's not breathed for a minute and does that while Marshal Commander Fox extends the smallest finger on his right hand and brushes the fur behind the thing's ears very gently.
"Sir." He says firmly.
"Stone." He doesnt look at him so Stone can't deploy The Eyebrow, so instead Stone makes his tone as flat as he can.
"Marshal Commander Fox, Sir. What is happening right now. This right here." Stone gestures to encircle the entire tiny scene, "what is this. Explain. Please."
The little creature is leaving tiny banana crumbs beside the Visit Coruscant! keyring Thorn kept on the desk.
"Commander Stone, this is Stone. She's our guest. Would you actually like a banana chip? They're pretty good."
Stone takes one from the bag Fox is holding out to him because its the easiest response. Its crunchy. It is pretty good, actually.
"Hullo, Stone." He says. He's probably asleep at the desk and he'll wake up and tell Thorn about this funny dream.
"She's here because its warmer in the office during the day and she was sounding a bit wheezy. And she likes sleeping when theres company around. Has she been sneezing?"
"No." He answers.
"Ah good. That's better isn't it, little'un?"
He's talking to the animal like it's a first cycle cadet.
"Do you want to hold her?"
What? Oh, that was aimed at him. Stone stares at the thing while Fox picks out another banana chip. It had finished the first treat and was washing its face and whiskers with its tiny paws.
"Sure."
Fox scoops it up like a handful of pudding and drops it into the crook of Stone's arm, and hands it another banana chip. It sits there, vibrating quietly and enjoying its treat while it leaves little banana crumbs on his elbow.
Stone extends the smallest finger of his free hand and smooths the fur between it’s ears. He looks up only after Commander Fox lowers the datapad that had been on the desk and grins at the holo image he's taken. He tucks it under his arm.
"No." Says Stone.
"Yes." Says Fox, plucking the fabric bag off the desk and arranging it into a nest in his palm. He holds out his free hand and makes a "give it here" motion, so Stone carefully transfers the tiny thing to his hand with the same tenderness he would show a live grenade. Fox attempts to tuck it into the nest, but it climbs up his cuirass to nestle up beside his neck instead and he just makes that weird noise again.
"Bye, Stone."
"Goodbye, Commander. Goodbye, Stone."
And like that the door closes behind them and Stone is alone in the office again, one boot unbuckled and the smell of banana in the air.
He wipes the crumbs off the desk and gets back to his forms.
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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.
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