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creationsofthepenguin · 2 years

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Bit of a small fic to go with this post.

When Fox had killed Fives, he had woken up parched, with a pounding headache, and absolutely no recollection of the events that had transpired in the warehouse. It was only when Thire told him, voice low and wavering, that he truly understood.

Fives had been a brother too close to the truth, and what he had to say had been startling. General Skywalker and Captain Rex may not have believed him, but Fox had been the only one to black out during the mission and his boys had told the other commanders what Fives said before he died.

And hadn't that been a ride to hear. According to the ARC, the Kaminesii implanted chips in their brains when they were still tubies, and those chips could control them once an order was given. Additionally, the Chancellor was also somehow roped into this as he knew about the chips and their true purpose.

Fox, Thire, Thorn and Stone had sat in his office for what seemed like hours, silent and contemplating. That would explain so much, too much really. The blackout missions all of the Guard seemed to have, the holes in their memory, and most importantly, the Chancellor.

Sure, he was a sick fuck that liked to practically torture Fox and did nothing to protect the rest of the Guard, but for him to be plotting against the Jedi and controlling the clones... well honestly he couldn't say he was surprised. Still, if he was willing to go so far to have Fives eliminated, who said he wouldn't go after the Guard, or after Skywalker and Rex'ika.

The thought of the Chancellor so much as touching Rex or any of his Corries made his skin crawl, so in the late night hours when the Guard gets the little sleep they can, Fox comes up with a plan.

He digs out his emergency folder, the one with all the incriminating evidence on the Chancellor and their theories about him, writes down their most recent discovery in it, and makes as many copies as he can. The folder was extremely incriminating to begin with, and he had kept it practically buried under the barracks in hopes that no one would ever find it. Now it will finally get to see the light of day.

Fox distributes the folders to the vode with clear instructions, sends half a dozen away to the Jedi Temple, and patiently awaits the impending call. Just before the sun is about to rise and his brothers with it, the Chancellor calls for him.

He knows he should be afraid, terrified even, but as Fox collects his guns and charges, he feels a strange sense of calm. This must be how my vode in the front lines feel before marching into battle, he thinks. He never got to be on the front lines, and his hands are stained with the blood of a brother, but he prays to Ka'ra that what he's about to do will make up for all his mistakes. It's a foolish thought, he knows it won't, but he can't help but hope.

Silently, he apologises to his brothers, to Wolffe and Cody, Bacara and Bly and Rex, and Ponds, although he's marching on. His heart aches that he couldn't say goodbye to Thorn and Thire and Stone, that he had to leave them with such news, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had never been the most lovable of people, certainly not after Fives, so he doubts it would take the Guard long to get over him. Still, he writes a small note and leaves it on his desk before marching out. Hopes it's enough knows it isn't.

When he walks into the office, the Chancellor doesn't even pretend as he usually does. Instead a cold sneer pulls at his lip and his hand hovers over two of the folders Fox has sent out. Good. That means four made it to the Temple, he thinks.

Before the man- no, he was no man- before the demagolka could move, Fox unlatched his gun and shot. Once, twice, three times. They all swerved to the side as the dar'jetti simply raised his hand. With a flick of the wrist, Fox felt an invisible pressure seize him around the throat and lift him up into the air.

"You really thought you could ruin this, ruin me? This plan has been decades in the making, and I'll die before a clone foils it." The Chancellor spat, lifting Fox higher into the air.

His chest was on fire and dark spot filled his vision, but there was nothing Fox could do about it other than wither against the invisible hold in the air.

"I've had much fun with you Commander, but it seems you've become a bit of a problem. I'm sure some of the others will fill your spot well, though I doubt there will be many clones left to lead. I want you to know that what's about to happen to them will be all your fault." Palpetine whispered cruelly.

No, not his men, his vod’ike. Desperately, Fox clawed at his throat, but when he saw that wasn’t doing anything, he droppers his hands to his side and rummaged through his belt.

He though Palpetine would notice, but the man seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice so much that he hadn't noticed the explosive Fox had slipped out of a pouch, or the clink as the pin fell to the tiled floor.

There was silence, and then there was light. Unlike the Commander, Palpetine had no armor to protect him from the brunt of the blast and flew back and out the shattering window. All that was left of the charred office was a lone clone slumped against the wall.

Fox looked out the shattered window and saw soft tendrils of light peeking from beyond the horizon. He had known that he wouldn't survive the day, had intended on it actually, but even now on the verge of death, he was calm. There were voices in the background, movement in his periphery, but he paid it no mind. As he slipped away, he realized that this sunrise had to be the most beautiful he had ever seen.

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postapocalyptic-cryptic · 2 years

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fox or thire #9?? :D

hehehehe

So the context is after the war au. Fox is in an interview with Vokara Che and a Jedi who specializes in memory recovery to help them find out wtf went on in the Guard. The Jedi pushes too hard a la their days are darker and Fox is thrown into a memory of being tortured by the Chancellor. Che goes and gets backup (Thire).

This is. possibly really shitty? I can't tell. But enjoy.

“What is so difficult about this, Commander? I give you a task, I expect you to fulfill it.”

“Sir, I—”

The Chancellor stands from his desk chair. He’s completely composed, not a hair or fold of fabric out of place. All that’s missing is his simpering little smile. He’s furious now, furious with Fox for failing yet again, so soon after his last correction that his scalp’s still tender where the Red Guard had dragged him out of the office by the hair. Really, his glare is nothing special. Fox has seen worse. Something about the eyes, though… “Silence, Commander. I do not require the input of a faulty piece of equipment.”

Fox casts his gaze down to the floor. How does the Chancellor always manage to wash the blood out of the rug? “Of course, Master. I apologize.”

“Good.” The Chancellor stalks forward and before Fox can so much as blink, he’s right in front of him putting two cold fingers under Fox’s chin and tipping his head up to meet the Chancellor’s eyes. “There we are. Keep looking at me, pet. Now, remember. This is your own fault.”

The brand is new. Fox would have remembered something like this. He would have remembered the feeling of his skin melting and running down his back, or maybe that’s blood, he can’t tell because everything is just the burning and—

“That’s enough for the moment, gentlemen.”

The brand retreats.

He realizes he’s failed to maintain eye contact just as the Chancellor’s hand cracks across his face. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks, if not for the rings he always wears. He forces his burning eyes open and up into the Chancellor’s impassive face.

“Another failure, Commander. Keep it up and it’s back to the factory with you.” He glances over Fox’s shoulder. “Is the knife quite ready?”

“Commander?”

The knife?

“Commander?”

Oh, it’s hot, too. That’s the last coherent thought he has before his mind collapses into the black hole they’ve just opened in his shoulder. He screams so loudly he tastes blood.

“Fox, can you hear me?”

He can’t hear anything, not over the roaring of his blood in his ears.

“Fox!”

—And then everything falls away.

He’s… what?

He’s in a small room. Someone—the Jedi Healer—Che—is leaning over him, leaning because he’s sitting down, feels practically frozen to this chair—

“Commander, are you back with me?”

Where’s the door? He can’t see around her. He can feel the remnants of the Force in his head, swirling in his skull and pounding against the backs of his eyes. His back and shoulder burn.

Another voice from behind Che. “We need to finish the interview.”

Che whips around and Fox jerks back so quickly the chair tips up on its back legs. For a moment, he’s in limbo. He crashes onto his burning back just as Che snaps, “You need to get out,” and there’s the sound of an angry breath and Fox can hardly see through the disorientation and the pain and that’s bad and dangerous and he scrambles backwards until his back hits the wall and he stays there.

He doesn’t have a weapon, they’ve all been systematically disarmed in preparation for these interviews, but a door slams and he figures whatever he can get his hands on will have to be good enough. A pen that’s rolled in his direction makes a good enough approximation of a shiv for now.

This is not how the interviews were supposed to go. Fox was supposed to help in their investigation. He was supposed to comply and give them whatever information they asked for.

(They weren’t supposed to torture him.)

He wasn’t supposed to act so defective.

You’ve done it now, Fox, he thinks. The Jedi wouldn’t tolerate this. He clearly wasn’t of any help to the investigation, and since he wasn’t any help to the war either, and they’d probably known all of this ahead of time since they’re karking mind readers and they’ve seen his years of pleading reports and requisitions, they probably just brought him here to make one last pass at his mind before putting him down.

He wishes he’d told Thire and Stone goodbye.

The door slams again. He flinches and it hurts to be this tense, but he can’t help it.

“Fox?”

What?

“Hey, Fox, it’s me.”

“Thire.”

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s Thire. I’ve got you.”

Fox’s eyes are still open (maintain eye contact), but he can’t see for shit. It’s a good thing Thire reaches out first, because Fox would never have found him on his own and now that he’s got Thire’s hand in his he’s sure he would die without it.

“Thire,” he sobs again, because now that he’s started all he can do is sob and clutch at Thire’s wrist and try to drag him closer. It’s not working very well. He’s still so weak from the Chancellor’s last punishment…

“Okay, Fox, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Come’ere, I’ve got you.”

He says that, but then his hand leaves Fox’s.

“N-no, please don’t—please don’t leave me here with him,” Fox pants. “Thire, please.”

“I’m not, Fox, hang on.”

It’s a small eternity to hang on for, but then Thire’s wrapping himself around Fox and he’s so warm and Fox suddenly realizes that, beyond the burning, he is very very cold.

“I’ve got you, Fox. I’ve got you.”

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greaterawarness · 2 years

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ARC Training Program Ch. 11 "Battle Part 1"

I am so sorry it's been so long since I've posted another chapter, but I've finally started writing my own novel! I have a rough draft completed and now I'm on the second draft! This one is a little shorter than normal and only part 1 but I wanted to post another chapter and let you know I'm still writing this, just working on other things. I'll try and have part 2 out soon though!

Rex hadn’t sealed his visor properly. He knows this because the harsh fumes from the crashed gunship chokes him with every breath. The adrenaline rushing through his body makes him frantic as he fumbles with his helmet before hearing the hiss of the seal. After a few coughs and desperate deep breaths, he’s able to get himself under control. He glances around the ship that now lays on its side taking in the damages. So far, the ARC Troopers looked unfazed as if the crash was all part of the plan. He looks over at Bacara, Gree, and Wolffe. They each look rattled in their own way. Bacara was an unreadable stone but his death grip on the support handle exposed his inner panic. Wolffe is crouched low with hands spread flat against the ship floor that used to be the left side door. His head scans back and forth trying to process the situation. Gree leans against the ship floor that is now the right wall. He’s perfectly still but Rex can see his chest rising and falling to quickly to be regular breathing. A little rattled but they were alive. Rex feels a small twitch of a smile. Would have been really embarrassing if they had died at the start of their first assignment.

Commander Fordo is the first to poke his head out of the opening where the ship door flew off in the crash. Rex waits, watching the other ARC Troopers to gage their reactions. They all watch the Commander intently until finally, he gives the signal. Bacara and Gree are the first ones out. If he asked them why they would probably say because they were the closest to the opening or because they were eager to see some action. But Rex knew that crash stirred up some unpleasant memories still fresh in all their minds. They wait again when Commander Fordo is out of the gunship. After he assesses the area he gives another signal for everyone else to follow. Its all surreal to Rex. The ARC Troopers are dead silent making the sound of every step, every gesture, every shift of the blaster feel deafening.

Rex takes position near the nose of the ship, blaster ready for any sign of movement. Captain Alpha stands near him in a similar stance as Commander Fordo continues to scan the area. Rex wants to ask why they aren’t advancing but he already knows why. Their ship was shot down meaning the droids aren’t far behind. Rex swallows and adjusts his blaster so he has a better grip. Then a blaster fires. At first, he thinks he’s set his off on accident but then he hears a blood chilling thud behind him. he glances back only for a second to see Trooper in white gear on the ground, red pooling beneath his head.

Rex opens fires along with the rest of their squad. He’s not aiming at anything in particular. His eyes are blurry with from another surge of adrenaline. Bacara and Gree are on the other side of the ship. Wolffe is towards the aft end of the ship. that wasn’t one of us. But that’s wrong and he knows it. Just because that Trooper didn’t train with him didn’t make him any less of a brother. A sour taste coats his mouth and he grits his teeth. His eyes adjust and focuses on movement from a balcony of the building in front of him. He lines up his shot and fires, not lowering his blaster until he hears metal hitting cement.

Captain Alpha moves drawing Rex’s attention to fall back with the rest. The huddle behind the gunship with Commander Fordo still near the nose of the ship. Rex and the others don’t stop firing until the Commander turns and gives another signal. Rex and Trooper from the group assigned with the ARC Troopers step out from their cover and draw the droids fire. Behind him he hears someone move close aiming a scope at the building where most of the enemy fire is coming from. When he falls back, Colt rushes forward, falling to one knee and fires a missile. He fires wherever the Trooper with scope points until the fire ceases. Commander Fordo scans the area again before finally giving the ‘move forward’ signal.

Rex wants to speak so bad it almost hurt but even if he could he didn’t know what he would say. He wanted to ask about the Trooper who survived the crash only to be shot down the second he stepped into the light. Who was he? How many battles has he fought in? How close was he to the others assigned to the squad? Why him and not Rex? That thought punches Rex square in the chest. He feels out of breath and has to fight to get his breathing under control. He forces his eyes to focus on Havoc walking right in front of him. when Commander Fordo holds up his hand telling them to stop, he then motions for someone to move forward. Gree’s right behind him and moves to his side. Rex’s ears ring as he tries to make out what he’s hearing. It’s not until it turns the corner heading in their direction does, he realizes it’s a tank. They immediately open fire on it even though it was futile. Commander Fordo lowers and gives another signal but it was too low for anyone in the back to see clearly. It’s not until he sees the rope fall from one of the buildings and Captain Alpha repels down does he realize the Commander wasn’t signaling them. Rex hadn’t even realized the Captain was gone. The Captain moves so quickly as he rolls towards the tank, leaps up the side, climbing to the top, jumps, fires down creating an opening, before falling through. They cease fire and wait until blaster fire shoots from within the tank in all directions. Rex grits his teeth unable to tear his eyes away from the tank until Captain Alpha leaps back out of the tank and dashes away before the tank explodes.

Commander Fordo must have given the advance signal but Rex doesn’t see it. he’s still focused on the black spot that used to be a tank. Blitz knocks his shoulder in passing snapping Rex out of his daze. The other non-ARC’s seemed to be in a similar daze as they struggle to move their feet. When the Captain joins their line snaking their way through the city, he gives a look back at Rex and the others. Rex just knows he’s grinning ear to ear which nearly makes Rex audibly laugh. Luckily, he swallows that laugh before he makes any noise. When they move further into the city, they finally spot their target. A giant heavy canon that is placed at the top of the banking clan headquarters. They stop so Commander Fordo can pull out his com and message General Kenobi.

“General Kenobi, target sighted.” The Commander says as little as possible.

“Very good, Commander. Proceed with the next phase.” The General is just as brief before the transmission is gone and the Commander gives them their next signal.

Scaling the side of a building is a first for Rex. They’ve practiced with the citadel, once outside on a platform above the sea, and that one time Neyo threw Fox’s shoe at the ceiling with a big glob of glue stuck to its sole. But a building that seemed to stretch all the way to the sky? This had Rex checking five times to make sure he had a firm hold before letting himself get pulled up. Commander Fordo, Captain Alpha, and Colt were the first ones up and immediately opened fire. Rex was a little embarrassed to say he was one of the last and his legs trembled for at least three steps before returning to normal. Things were moving smoothly with the ARC’s leading the way. Rex felt like every time he lines up his shot, one of the ARC’s would take it out before he could pull the trigger. Two times it was Captain Alpha who would give a look his direction. Rex couldn’t tell if it was a “Gotta be faster then that, cadet.” Or a “Beat you.” Look. Only after Colt fires another missile at the control tower of the building and all the droids are put down do they lower their blasters. Rex spots Commander Fordo holster his left blaster but gives his right one a spin before holstering that one. Rex immediately wanted to try that but he doesn’t have his dual blasters and would be really embarrassed if anyone saw him try the first time.

When they finally scale up to the giant heavy canon, they get busy setting the charges. Rex is kneeling to keep the shaking to a minimum. He could just see himself tripping on thin air and plummeting to his death. He tries to focus on the charge in front of him. When Havoc walks towards them carrying two more charges, the canon fires with a deafening crack that sends a shock through Rex’s body. Even with the hearing protection in their helmets his ears still ring from the blast. Havoc’s arms sway from the shifting of the canon beneath his feat. He gives an aggravated “Ugh.” Earning him a few glares from Commander Fordo and Captain Alpha. He looks back at them, noting their glares before facing forward again and going even louder, “Ugh!”

This time Rex lets out a laugh and doesn’t feel to bad about it. it wasn’t like the droids didn’t know they were here, and it was to late for the droids to stop them from blowing the canon. When they’re all set and armed, they shoot their extension cables once more to the top of the control tower. This time Rex doesn’t waste time checking and rechecking his cord. He races up the side with others desperate to get off the canon. When the bombs go off the blast is almost as loud as the canon itself. The heat burns through Rex’s gear and seems to push Rex faster to the top. that or the shear fear and getting caught in the blast. When they finally reach the top, they take up position looking out over the city. Smoke can be seen lifting to the sky in several parts of the city as gunships continue to lower to the surface. Somewhere out there Cody is fighting on the frontlines. Rex’s ringing ears struggle to make out the fighting from the main horde. He hopes Cody is having as smooth of a time as they are.

Cody

Cody knew they were doomed when Neyo shouts, “I have an idea!” and the General smiles.

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