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cyareclones · 7 months
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lanyardless clone trooper fans im doing this for YOU
(holy fucking tags)
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leon-anna · 9 months
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Here we have our dear commanders Fox and Thorn enjoying the perks of the job. They were out getting lunch and happened upon a few older ladies struggling to put their luggage in their speeder. Fox and Thorn took time out of their day to make sure that everything was put neatly inside the women's trunk. This earned them dessert at a nearby ice cream shop as a "thank you". Thorn is trying some Nectrose Freeze and Fox is indulging his addiction by eating highly caffeinated caf flavoured ice cream.
Aren't they cute 🥰🥺😍 Leon really captured their rain cloud(Fox)🌧️ and sunshine(Thorn)🌞 vibe!
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allanalightwood · 8 days
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if temuera morrison has dimples. then boba fett has dimples.
If boba fett has dimples, then jango fett has dimples.
IF JANGO FETT HAS DIMPLES. THEN IT'S CANON THAT THE CLONES HAVE DIMPLES.
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Fox: If I kill the Chancellor would that be murder or charity?
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alamogirl80 · 1 year
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“Blackmail…” aka Thorn is going to be so dead when Fox wakes up and sees this posted to the comm channels of every battalion within range.
Quin has Coruscant Guard red beads (Fox hid them in his gear for Quinlan to find later because he was secretly nervous about marking Quin as the Guard’s)
The bracelet is with Aalya’s colors for his padawan.
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Without the frame.
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soclonely · 1 year
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Commander Fox: hi sorry I'm late! Broke down on the way in to the office this morning.
Commander Thorn: oh no. What happened to your speeder?
Commander Fox: no I mean I cried for an hour straight in the parking lot, sorry.
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themistymountainscold · 9 months
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hound: watch this! i taught grizzer a new trick.
hound: *throwing a ball past fox* go get it!
*grizzer doesn’t move*
fox: he didn’t do anything.
hound: exactly. i taught him to ignore social conventions and to think for himself.
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thestarwarslesbian · 9 months
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Fox: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.
The rest of the guard: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!
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*discussing who to call when arrested by the Coruscant Guard*
Caleb: what about someone’s Commander?
Cal: Commanders can’t be trusted!
Barriss: Commanders are in the pockets of Masters!
Ahsoka: it’s true. Commanders are just Master enablers.
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corrieguards · 1 year
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Tookas and Cuddles
Commander Fox x reader fluff
Summary: a certain tired and overworked commander meets your pet tooka for the very first time. Word count: 1,6k T/W: none, just a cute tired Fox :) A/N: I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs for ages and living in my head for even longer. So while it is kinda silly and probably awfully written I've decided to suck it up and finally post it.
Checking your wrist comm for the fifth time since you’d got here, you let out an exasperated sigh when you saw the time. Fox was supposed to meet you here over 2 hours ago and so far not only had you not seen him but he hadn’t even sent you a comm to let you know he was late. 
You hadn't been going out with the commander for long, only having been on a handful dates with him. But you had quickly found out that pulling him away from his work was hard. Very hard.
Finally deciding that you'd waited long enough for him to contact you, you decided to head towards his office and see if you could find him there.
You stalked through the corridor leading to the Coruscant guard's quarters, stopping as you got to his door and saw Thorn and Hound huddled together outside it. You walked up to them “Hey guys, either of you seen Fox lately?”
They both whipped their heads up and Thorn let you a sigh of relief at seeing it was you 
“Oh thank the Maker. Maybe you’ll be able to get him out of that office”
You frowned “What are you talking about? Do you mean Fox?”
They both nodded “He’s been stuck in there for hours”
“Yeah, we’ve been trying to get him out but so far he’s just told us to kriff off,” Hound said, a defeated look on his face.
You glanced between them, taking in their tired faces. It must be well past the end of their shift for today and they looked exhausted.
You nodded “Okay then, I’ll give it a try.” You saw a look of utter relief cross both their faces and you smiled, patting them on the shoulders. “And you two look like you could use some sleep”
“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, a cheeky but tired smile on their faces. You chuckled, shaking you head at them affectionately. 
Waving them off you watched as walked off and giggled when Hound shouted a “Good luck.” at you over his shoulder.
Once you were left alone in the corridor you cleared your throat and stood up straighter in front of the door to Fox’s office, preparing yourself to face a overworked, tired and most likely grumpy Fox. You took a deep breath before opening the door and peering inside the dark office dimly lit by bright neon lights of Coruscant's nightlife shining through the window.
The only other light source was coming from a bright datapad shining straight onto your boyfriend's tired face. The electronic light highlighted the dark circles under his eyes as he hunched over his desk, piles of paperwork and empty mugs of caf spread around him.
“Hey there handsome”  
Fox’s head shot up at the sound of your voice and he frowned “What are you doing here?’”
You stepped into his office, closing the door behind you and walking up to his desk “Wow, not even a hello for your beautiful girlfriend,” you teased. 
He smiled lazily before grabbing your hand and pulling you around the desk, turning in his chair to face you “Sorry meshla.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Just wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“You didn’t show up for our date, so I came to look for you,” you explained
He looked at you confused for a beat before it hit him and he groaned, running a hand down his face “Fuck. The date, I forgot all about that”
“It’s ok Fox.” You smiled softly at him running your thumb across his knuckles.
He shook his head “No it’s not. How long were you waiting?”
You shrugged “I don't know, a while I guess,” you lied, “But it doesn’t matter”
He lent back to check the clock on his desk “Fuck, we were supposed to meet hours ago.” He turned back to look at you guiltily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry meshla I completely forgot” 
Chuckling softly at the look on his face you reassured him again “I already said it was ok Fox”
He pushed his chair back, making space for the two of you “C’mere,” he tugged you down into his lap. You obliged and straddled him. One of his hands splayed across your back while his other one cupped your head gently pushing your face into his neck. You nuzzled into him and he sighed holding you tighter to him.
 “We can still go on that date if you want,” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head.
“No, you're exhausted Fox. You need sleep.”
“What? No I don’t, I’m fine.”
Pulling back to look him in the eyes, you shot him a stern look and talked in a warning voice. “Fox....”
“What?” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I promised you a date so I’ll give you a date.” 
You let out a huff of disbelief “Fox baby, you've been working for hours. The last thing you need right now is to go on a date.”
He pouted at you. “But I wanted to spend time with you today.”
You pressed a kiss to his nose “Okay, how about you come back to mine, huh? You need to get out this office and we can just cuddle together there instead.”
He hummed. “That sounds fucking perfect meshla.” He smiled softly at you before pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss and giggled, making him grin. 
“You’re so cute when you laugh”
You rolled your eyes at him affectionately “Yeah yeah, c’mon trooper.” You slid off his lap and headed towards the door, pulling him with you. “ Let's get you out of this office.”
He followed you out and rested his hand on the small of your back as you walked down the empty corridors together.
You shivered as you both stepped out into the cold night air and started the short walk to your apartment. Fox looked down at you concerned “Are you cold?”
“No, I'm ok.” You looked up at him, flashing him a smile and trying, but failing miserably to fight another shiver wracking your body. He chuckled shaking his head  and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him “C’mere pretty girl, I’ll keep you warm” 
Accepting his warm embrace gratefully you snuggled into him, practically leaning on him, He didn’t complain, instead just pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
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You pulled him to a stop when you made it to your apartment block. Taking out your key card out and opening the door you lead him in. He followed you into the lift and down your corridor until you stopped in front of your door.
“Well, this is me,” you said awkwardly, opening your door and gesturing for him to go inside.
He stepped in and looked around your apartment curiously. He smiled to himself, taking it in. It was so you. 
You took his hand and lead him to your sofa “Wait here and I’ll get you something to change into” 
He nodded silently and slowly sat down, eyes following your form as you disappeared down the corridor and into your bedroom.
Returning a few minutes later, already changed into a tank and some sweats you held out a neatly folded pair of grey sweatpants for him. “This was all I could find that would fit you,” You said shyly
He smiled standing up and beginning to thank you before a movement behind you caught his eye. He peered over your shoulder, his eyes widening when he saw what it was.
“You have a tooka?,” he asked. You frowned, turning around and spotting your pet tooka standing behind you.. As if he knew you were both talking about him he meowed, curiously watching Fox. 
“Yeah I do.” You smiled, turning back to look at Fox, your stomach fluttering at the look of excitement that he was obviously trying to suppress but was displayed plainly on his face regardless.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. “You wanna meet him?”
“Yes.” he replied a little too quickly, excitement shining in his eyes. You grinned, stepping back and gesturing for him to go ahead. Fox shot you a hesitant look “He won’t be scared?”
Before you could answer him your tooka walked up to Fox all by himself and rubbed his head against his ankles. Fox chuckled looking down at him and then back up at you “I guess not then.”
Watching your two boys lovingly you giggled as Fox bent down slowly so as to not scare him and scratched him under the chin, smiling when he started purring.
You smiled, marvelling at how gentle your boyfriend could be. The same hands that fired blasters day in day out  were now being so soft and careful when handling your small fluffy tooka.
You loved this man so damn much
Kneeling down beside him, your tooka meowed excitedly on seeing you and pranced over to you, rubbing his head on your already out-stretched hand.
Fox smiled wider “He’s cute”
You looked up at him with a loving smile as you took his tired but happy face in. You lent forward pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead on his and whispering against his lips “Yeah he sure is” 
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clonemando · 1 month
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@blackat-t7t Here is your Fox/Thorn H/C with a cuddle pile at the end. Enjoy.
There was a ringing snap as the old rusted barrier along the walkway gave out under the weight of a fully armored trooper crashing into it and Thorn watched as Fox’s gaze met his own wide with fear before he was falling backward over the edge. Thorn dove for him with a scream but his fingers barely brushed over Fox’s chestplate before his partner was gone swallowed up by the dark depths of Coruscant’s seemingly endless levels the same way many cadets ended up swallowed by Kamino’s waves.
For a moment he just stared feeling a void echoing the one he was staring at being torn open in his chest. Then Rex’s voice broke him from his daze.
“I didn’t mean- I didn’t- Thorn I- Fox-” He struggled to get anything out, horror replacing the rage that had been on his expression just minutes earlier as he corned them on their patrol to yell at Fox for avoiding him.
“You didn’t mean to kill him? Like he meant to kill Fives you mean? Well, you did. Guess you’re the brother killer now, Rex. Congratulations on your revenge.” Thorn said, voice level and empty as he watched Rex flinch and step back.
“What- What do we do now? Do we call-” Rex started eyes flickering around as if looking for some sort of help.
“Call who Rex? The Guard? I am the Guard and there’s nothing I can do now. He’s gone. He’s not a person, there won’t be an investigation. He’s not the first we lost over an edge and he won’t be the last and there’s never anything to do. You just… finish your patrol. Report the lost republic property to the Chancellor and put a few troopers on double shifts until we can get a replacement from Kamino.” He said starting to walk again. He had to finish his patrol. He was already late now and Fox would be upset if Thorn got himself punished for being late.
“You can’t just… just keep working! Shouldn’t you call Thire or something? There’s bereavement leave. The Kaminoans even approved it to keep their products at their most effective. The Jedi-” Rex started as he followed Thorn and finally he snapped.
“If you have forgotten, the Guard doesn’t have a Jedi. We had Fox. That’s it! We had Fox and he could only get us so much because he’s not considered a person either! Now we don’t even have him and we will all need to take triple shifts to cover all the stuff he has been shouldering on our behalf! I don’t have anyone available to cover this patrol. That’s why Fox and I were doing it. We just lost three shinies to senators and a full team was wiped out in a gang raid the week before. We don’t get things like leave or whatever the kriff bereavement is. The Guard belongs to the Senate, the Jedi abandoned us, just like you GAR bucketheads. So kriff off and go cry to your jedi for your extra days off and let me take care of my family. You’ve done enough Rex.” He spat darkly before turning on his heel and continuing his patrol. Rex didn’t follow him this time.
He raised his wrist to access his coms after another ten minutes.
“This is Commander Thorn reporting a 9-12 slash D. Commander Fox was lost to faulty railing in Sector 12-A. We will discuss promotions and schedule changes at the dawn shift change. As his second the Marshal position falls to me now. Carry on with your duties.” He murmured numbly before letting his arm fall and continuing to move on autopilot almost hoping the Separatists would chose to attack now so he’d have an excuse to shoot something. But the rest of the patrol was quiet.
Fox was exhausted. He had spent the last two days slogging through filth and fighting off the weird pollution corrupted creatures that prowled the lowest levels just to make his way to the closest working lift. Then he had to sit on the floor listening to the worst possible sort of music as he slowly ascended out of the dark toward his family and home. His arm was definitely broken and Shark was going to shoot him up with every hypo they had with complaints about the bite wounds he had getting infected but Fox was pretty sure he had gotten off easy.
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He couldn’t explain how he was alive. The concussion made it hard to think straight but even with that he knew he had to have fallen at least 100 levels if not more. But at the last minute something had caught him and slowed his fall enough the injuries were survivable. He didn’t really take stock in the Jedi’s fancy force shit but maybe there was something out there looking out for him.
Once he was above the com-cut line where they lost signal to their coms he immediately reached out. “This is Commander Fox. I am injured and will need a medic and pick up from the lift in Sector 12-D, could someone also bring me some caff? I’m kriffing tired.” He grumbled into the line and smiled when it immediately started blowing up, resting his head against the side of the lift and letting his family’s furies and delighted voices wash over him like a warm blanket.
“Cut the chatter! Fox, Shark and I will be waiting for you once you reach the top. I… It’s good to hear from you but you have a lot of explaining on how you’re alive.” Thorn’s voice finally cut in and Fox’s smile grew.
“You’re going to be waiting until the Senate turns for that answer my rose, I have no kriffing clue. Woke up at the bottom with a concussion, broken arm and some jostled ribs but I was able to drag myself up and start walking to the lift not too long after the fall.” He sighed not even realizing he had used his pet name for Thorn until the line filled with cooing from the rest of the guard.
Fox passed out not long after that and only woke up again when Thorn was lifting him out of the elevator and onto a hover-cot and Shark started cursing him out. He squeezed Thorn’s hand then passed out again.
He flickered in and out of consciousness a few more times before finally waking up feeling better than he had felt in years. Blinking open his arms he was unsurprised to find Thorn plastered to his side and Hound using his stomach as a pillow. Shark must have allowed them to take him to the barracks at some point because he was laid out in the middle of the three mattresses they had shoved together at the beginning of the war so they could all sleep together and he was buried under his Guard.
“I thought… I thought you were gone for good. I thought I lost you.” Thorn’s voice was soft with fear and sleep and Fox ran his fingers through the long blond curls.
“Told you I was too stubborn to die. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I still have to scare the Senate into giving us rights so I can marry you one day.” He said with a small smile and Thorn sighed.
“While you were gone I shot the Chancellor. We’ve been dressing up in his robes and pretending he’s got the cornellian flu until we figure out what else to do but now you’re back it’s your problem. I’m taking a thing Rex told me was called bereavement.” Thorn said and Fox’s eyes opened fully from where he had started drifting off again.
“YOU DID WHAT?! THORN! I was gone two days!” He shrieked.
“He implied you were better off dead and I was in mourning. There’s scientific data proving making people work through grief lowers productivity. It’s not my fault!” Thorn whined and nuzzled his face in Fox’s neck while Fox tried to wiggle free but he couldn’t move from how he was buried under so many siblings.
“I’m going to kill you once I’m free. I’m going to kill all of you!” He growled but they all ignored him in favor of continuing their nap.
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catboydogma · 3 months
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envie si grande et menaçante
grandiose - pomme
wc: 4,475
notes: the long-awaited vox fic for @meerlichtz :) this has been in my drafts for so long that i think it put me on (semi-unintentional) hiatus. yes, this fic is quite possibly the reason why i've written .2 fics for the last 32 years. regardless despite all the horrors i had a ton of fun writing this and hope u enjoy meer :)
summary: one Jedi Shadow Quinlan Vos gets stuck in the Coruscant Guard's medbay recovering from a mission gone meiloorun-shaped. This goes about as well as expected.
“You are not allowed to die on me,” Fox snarled, reining in the urge to shake the Jedi by the fronts of his tabards. For General Gallia to leave Fox to babysit this asshat and then have this asshat die on him was unconscionable. Fox had never failed a mission objective in his life, and he wasn’t about to let some muscle-headed Jedi change that. 
“Me?” Vos grinned. His teeth were stained pink with claret; Fox could see it foaming at the corners of his mouth, lips and tongue a ruddy crimson with it. “Why would I die when I have so many better things to be doing on you?”
Mission parameters could be flexible. Surely General Gallia wouldn’t mind that much if Vos disappeared—quietly—discreetly—
“Whoops. Now that’s a scary face.” Vos mimed zipping his lips shut. The effect was only partially ruined by the tremor in his hands, now getting worse.
“Shut up.” Fox leaned even more of his weight into the hands keeping pressure on Vos’ abdomen and ribs, ignoring Vos when he wheezed something about his ribs. A few cracked ribs wouldn’t kill the Jedi, but the hole in his chest would, even if the blaster shot had only just missed his lungs. “Medevac, ETA?”
“Closing in on your location now,” Thire reported. “Hold your position.”
“It’s worse than it looks,” Vos said airily.
“Commander Thire can be the judge of that.” Fox felt his lips draw back in a near-unconscious snarl but he kept his hands and voice steady. There was no telling how fragile a natborn could be, even one with Jedi capabilities and training.
“Commander Thire is calling bullshit on that, unless the blood loss is starting to affect the good General’s vision.” Thire arrived with two full squads of backup: he and another Corrie medic dropped to their knees beside Vos, ushering Fox out of the way as Fox started to direct cleanup efforts.
This Jedi had an uncanny ability for making situations devolve before Fox’s very HUD. General Gallia had left on a relief mission to the Outer Rim yesterday, at which point Fox had met her temporary replacement—one Knight Vos, Jedi Shadow and relentless flirt. From what limited intelligence Fox had managed to gather, Vos was conducting covert ops on Coruscant, which made it convenient for him to be stationed at the CGHQ with the Guard. He’d gone out at some point last night for what he’d cited to be “super top-secret party business,” missed his early morning check-in, and turned up two klicks from HQ mid-afternoon sans four pints of blood. Fox recalled the squads he’d sent out in search of Vos after he’d missed check-in, sent another to scour the area for traces of Vos’ attackers, and ignored the increasingly amused conversation Thire was having with the Jedi behind him.
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allanalightwood · 8 months
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I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL NIGHT LAST NIGHT.
On Coruscant:
Some teenager to their friend's holocam: GREETINGS! We're playing fuck, marry, kill today... AH a victim. *runs to the Corrie guard near a coffee stand 'patrolling', the cam is shaky as the cameraman holding said holocam is running.*
teenager 1: Hello there, sir! Would you like to play a game? *pans to the fucking Commander of the Guard holding a cup of caf still wearing his bucket*
Fox: *sighs*
Thorn and Jek, somewhere in the background: Go on, sir!
Fox: Fine. What is it?
Teenager 1: Fuck, marry, kill Jedi edition.
Thorn: *actually choking on laughter*
Teenager 2: *laughing behind the cam*
Teenager 1, immediately: Luminara Unduli, Quinlan Vos, and Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Fox, is standing so still staring at the kid through the visor: Marry Unduli, Kill Vos... MOVING ON.
then his comm chirps. what the fuck do you mean palpatine's dead? HE'S A SI- WHAT?
the video's posted on space internet. BAM chaos ensues.
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Palpatine: ...Something's off.
Fox: Maybe you've finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people, sir
Palpatine: No, but that's funny
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batchedzine · 11 months
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Interview with the Marshall Commander of the Corrusant Guard.
Fox: I am a SUCH a morning person! *Camera shows Fox , bags under his eyes, messy hair eating a donut sitting on his desk* It's just that I need a lil' bit of Caff. Without caff I'd die.
-Camera pans out to show the messy office with fire and the other Corries running around as Fox's keeps eating his donut-
Fox: Must we say that I'm addicted to Caff?
-Camera zooms to his serious face-
Fox: Yes.
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wizardofrozz · 11 months
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The Chariot
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The Coruscant Guard:
The Chariot stands for victory through maintaining control of one’s surroundings. 
The Coruscant Guard fits this card so well (and this art is one of my favorites lol). The Guard maintains order on Coruscant to allow the rest of the GAR to be triumphant across the galaxy. They give the rest of their brothers peace of mind knowing that the capital world is safe. 
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