So do we submit multiple times for multiple prompts or can we do more than one per submission on the form and just make sure they're on different lines? Sorry if it's obvious, I've never participated in something like this before so I don't know the etiquette
Your question is perfect, no need to worry! If you would like to submit multiple prompts you just need to fill out one form and have them all listed. Just use something to separate each prompt like commas, dashes, ect.🌟
Events like this can be exciting but easily confusing so thank you for asking! We're happy to have another trooper added to the ranks❤️
Guess who’s back once again for our 3rd year! Crazy how fast we’ve gotten here and we are so excited to host it again! I know I’ve said this before, but it is truly wonderful how so many people participated in last year’s Corrie week. There is so much talent and skill out in the world and we hope you can join us once again❤️
We’re starting a bit earlier than last year and we now have prompt submissions open! With this we would love to poll your ideas in sooner, and if you’ll be joining us, allow for any preparations, clarifications, and questions to be cleared up well before the event week. (Our Ask box should be open and working now!)❤️
The dates for this year will be October 4th to October 10th
As always- we know October is a busy season for creatives so please if you can join in during the week we would love to have you! If you can’t though don’t be discouraged, we always take submissions past the event’s end. Just make sure to tag this blog and use our yearly tags!
#corrieweek2026 #coruscantguardweek2026
I won’t keep you for much longer so if you have any ideas please send them in! We would love to hear all the wonderful thoughts going around in that head of yours🌟
It's that time again, friends! Coruscant Guard Appreciation Week (Corrie Week) will soon be upon us - Oct 3rd to Oct 10th!!
This is the pr
P.s. Hmmm…I do wonder who Sweet Cheeks is talking to?
Interest Poll
I would love to join this mission!
Ah…I might not be able to join. Let me see how it works out!
Short story typed up while at work. Not proof read, please forgive mistakes!
“Looks like an explosion at the central power generator.” Stone held a finger up to his comm. “En route.”
The panicked shouts of civilians in the crowded alleyways pounded in Knox’s ears, even through his plastoid helmet. His boots hit the duracrete, thundering just behind Commander Stone and the rest of the small squad of the Coruscant guard.
Knox's helmet briefly tipped in the direction of his commander, worry shielded by his visor.
About a year ago, the criminal Cad Bane had infiltrated the Jedi Temple in search of a holocron. Since then, it seemed the galaxy had come to see Coruscant as its singular enemy.
“Bane again, sir?”
“Don't know. If it is, he didn't wait long since he was last here," responded Stone as he motioned for the squad to break apart. “Focus on searching for civvies caught in the explosion.”
Stone and the squad didn't slow as they neared the site. Knox swiftly climbed the edge of the rubble where he had already spotted civilians struggling to their feet.
Heavy breath cycling through the inside of his helmet, Knox approached a survivor and slipped their arm over his shoulder, his other hand gripping the man's waist gently as he guided him to a safe distance.
The man leaning on him was limping and bleeding - or seemed to be. With all the ash and dust coating him, it was hard to tell if it was his.
They hobbled toward the others who were hauling the injured to safety, but the man clung to Knox, refusing to let go. “My…”
A cough.
“My daughter… she's in there.”
He could barely lift his finger, pointing in the direction of the rubble.
“Please, find her!”
Knox nodded and eased the man back against the wall, careful but firm.
His fingers raised to his comm. “Commander, how far out is Hound?”
“Still en route,” came Stone’s response, ragged through the fuzzy speaker. “Five minutes, maybe more."
Knox felt his heart skip. Five minutes could cost everything. They couldn't wait that long.
“Copy,” he said, and turned his visor toward the wreck of collapsed duracrete and twisted durasteel.
He could see smoke rosing over the buildings from fires blocks away. Panic had already spread across the district. He didn’t blame them.
Without another word, Knox climbed.
The rubble was dangerously uneven, shifting under his weight with every small movement. One hand braced against anything solid, the other keeping his balance as he moved through the rubble.
When Knox crouched to peer into a dark gap between two collapsed support beams, he could just make out a faint whimper from inside.
“Got something."
He laid himself down onto his stomach, exhaling slow and long as he wormed his way into the space, chunks of scrap grinding across his chest plate. The space was tight, hot. His helmet vents did little against the choking dust, but the faint sound came again, driving him forward.
Then he saw her.
Small, curled beneath a sparking piece of the generator, her arms tight around her knees and face streaked with soot and tears. Her eyes snapped toward him as he approached, wide and terrified.
Knox softened his voice immediately, despite the filter in his helmet. He held out a gloved hand.
“Hey, I’m here. You’re okay. We’re gonna get you home, alright?”
She didn’t answer but her small fingers slowly reached for his hand. When he clasped it, he felt her tremble.
Knox, hand in hand with the little girl, maneuvered carefully as he began inching them both backwards through the debris.
Despite his muscles screaming in protest at every shift and twist, he encouraged the girl to crawl just like him. More dust rained down with each movement, but he kept his body over hers, shielding her.
Above them, he could feel the destruction beginning to shift as his squad continued searching for survivors.
“Come on,” he breathed. “Not now, not yet.”
Just as the bent durasteel screamed above them, they broke through the rubble’s edge.
Fresh air hit his vents, and he coughed, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He backed away from the rubble, the girl still clutched tight to his chest as he sat up.
Her small frame was still shaking, but she was alive.
“Medic!” he barked, already waving one over. “Minor lacerations, major smoke inhalation, possible burns."
The girl clung tighter to him as the medic approached. Knox leaned down, speaking in a low voice.
“You’re safe now. Your dad’s waiting just over there.”
Her head turned slowly in the direction of his pointed finger, and he felt her posture slump, seemingly satisfied her father was safe.
Behind him, Knox heard the heavy gait of Sergeant Hound finally arriving and Grizzer’s snout already sweeping across the ruins.
“Glad you could make it,” Knox said, grinning through his helmet.
“Doesn't look like you need us,” Hound replied.
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Knox stood, gently handing the girl to the medic. He said nothing, giving the rubble a final glance before joining the others, already scanning for the next survivor.
A bit belatedly, but here is my masterpost for @corrieweek 2025!
This year I completed 9 works - including my first chapter fic in a while, longer than the others combined! Jedi Awaiting Bail was a lot of fun to write, leaning into some common crack tropes, and received excellent feedback from readers!
Fox features prominently as usual; I tested a couple of different angles of exploring his relationship with both Palpatine and Fives.
Since the event overlaps with Whumptober (and it's me) most of the fills are varying degrees of angsty, although with some humour mixed in especially for the first few. See below, ordered from least to most angsty.
Fills
For Meritorious Service (and to join the cool club) [AO3] | prompt: bring your clone/jedi to work day | drabble | Thire & Fox & Yoda
Lieutenant – now Commander – Thire isn’t sure that his recent promotion is entirely legal. Commander Fox is sure that he doesn’t care.
Jedi Awaiting Bail [AO3] | prompt: "We're gonna get you home" | fic: 3,000w | Fox & Jedi Council Members
Fox doesn't want to have to deal with Jedi in his holding cells, so could they please stop just multiplying the problem. aka, 5 (more) times Fox arrested a Jedi, and one time he arrested a Sith...
Press Pause [AO3] | prompt: time travel | ficlet: 380w | Fox & Fives
Fox would kill to have some time for self-care. Fives is not a fan of this.
The Stings in the Honeypot [AO3] | prompt: "bring your clone/jedi to work day" | ficlet: 250w | Quinlan & Coruscant Guards
The clone troopers are a trap, Quinlan is sure of it. And until he knows how and why, he can't risk letting them close. However much he wants to.
What's Done [AO3] | prompt: Fox day | triple drabble | Fox & Fives & Rex
After the Fives incident, Fox mourns and moves on. He can't do anything else.
Foreboding [AO3] | prompt: Fox day | drabble | Fox & Appo
Fox avoids the Jedi Temple. He can't explain why walking those halls fills him with source-less dread, but occasionally another trooper - Guard or 501st - just understands.
Shoot First, Question Never [AO3] | prompt: defiance | drabble | Fox & Palpatine
Fox has a rule: shoot first, ask questions never. The Chancellor insists. So he does.
Why Pick a Lock when the Door is Open [AO3] | prompt: Sith | ficlet: 180w | Palpatine & Fox
Sheev is an expert at manipulating others into following his wishes. But with Commander Fox it is hardly needed; the Commander is loyal to the Republic, and that means he is loyal to its Chancellor. Sheev has already won.
No Signal [AO3] | prompt: " you left me" | ficlet: 510w | Coruscant Guards
The Coruscant Guard need help. By the time they try to ask for it, it is too late.
There are days when the border between life and death is thinner, and when ghosts walk around to talk with those they’ve left behind.
Or maybe Fox wasn’t as dead as they all thought.
Day 3 also part 8 of corrie week
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Hi hey everyone! Now it's been a few days since Corrie week ended, but just know- if you couldn't catch us on the official week we take submissions still past the event's end. While we love being able to celebrate the week including October 10th for a fun Fox day, we also know it's the busiest time for creatives with all the prompts and challenges rolling around!
So please if you couldn't finish or join us during this year, we'd still love to see your work ❤️ Just ping this blog and tag it under #corrieweek2025 just like you would have!
Oh! One final thing-
Thank you for another amazing year! We'll be catching up and reposting all the incredible works that were submitted. We're so happy to be celebrating and sharing the guard with so many special people ❤️ and forever honored you all joined or supported us!
🌟 We'd love to have you back next year but for now, you are dismissed❤️
5 (more) times Fox arrested a Jedi, and 1 time he arrested a Sith...
@corrieweek 2025 - day 6: “We’re gonna get you home”
Whumptober 2025 - day 15: Failed rescue attempt
prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | AO3
When, an unspecified period of time later, a flutter of brown fabric falling from the ceiling resolves itself into a small Jedi padawan, Fox is in something of a fugue state and can barely bring himself to be surprised. Of course it is another Jedi.
“Hi Master Mace! Oh, and hi Master Kenobi! Hi Knight Skywalker! Hi Master Vos! Hi- I don’t know you?” “Master Jon Antilles, padawan.” “Hi Master Antilles, I’m Caleb Dume. Hi Master Fisto!”
“Hello Grandpadawan.” “Hello Padawan Dume.”
“Wow, it’s like a sleepover here!”
The door opens and an adult Jedi – General Billaba presumably – appears, properly escorted. The trooper does a double-take at the sight of the padawan, subtly leaning back to check behind the General’s cloak.
“Look Master, I won! And no-one noticed me until I found Master Mace.”
“Indeed. Good work, Caleb.”
Fox feels the final illusion of control slipping away.
“Sir?”
“Ah, apologies Commander. Padawan Dume has been working on his stealth and infiltration skills recently, and this was the perfect opportunity to practice in an unfamiliar and secure, but friendly, area.”
“You are aware that this is a restricted area?”
“But I’m a Commander, and this is a clone base, so it’s fine. Right?”
Fox sighs. Did no-one teach the Jedi anything about proper military processes? Of course not.
“You are a Padawan-Commander. This gives you greater access to some GAR restricted areas. This is a Guard base. Here, even Jedi need special authorisation or an escort.”
He nods towards the trooper still standing in the doorway, then addresses the Jedi beside him.
“General, do you confirm that you instructed Commander Dume to attempt this unauthorised entry?” She had implied it, but if she just says ‘no’ now, maybe...
“I do. But really, Commander-”
“In that case I must report this breach of security to your superior. General, Commander, you must remain in custody until an appropriate authority is available to release you. Please hand over your lightsabers and communication devices, and follow me.”
“Is this really necessary?” General Windu speaks up then, tilting his head meaningfully towards the padawan. “Consider me informed, and the incident will be handled according to our internal processes.”
“General, it really doesn’t work like that. There is an official process, and as you are in custody yourself, you currently can’t authorise anything.”
Movement catches his eye, and even before General Vos speaks up Fox knows from that smile that he’s going to cause Problems.
“Well in that case, you’re in a bit of a pickle. Because in this room you currently have – let’s see, one, two, three, four, five – Council members. With Master Ti permanently stationed on Kamino, that leaves six remaining High Council members, all of whom are out on campaigns, several days travel away even if they are able to leave.”
The only salve for his sinking dread is watching Skywalker’s expression of dawning realisation shaded with equal parts horror and glee as he visibly counts his companions. But there has to be another solution. He can’t be responsible for a room full of Jedi for days.
General Fisto, despite being part of the problem, then firmly cements himself as Fox’s favourite Jedi.
“You might try Madame Nu.”
“And does General Nu have the authority to post bail for all of you?” Please say yes, please say yes.
“Madame, not General, but yes. As Chief Librarian, she holds a rank equivalent to the Council members, if with a different sphere of influence. I would direct you to Battlemaster Drallig, however he’s also off-planet for once. Besides, Jocasta hasn’t been seen out of the Archives for the last week – excessive even for her – so a field trip would be good for her.”
Fox reels slightly under the cheerful onslaught on information, but picks up on the important bits.
“Very well. Please provide me with the appropriate comm code, and I will request that she arrange bail as soon as possible.”
This was the end, he was sure. And maybe he was lucky he was given a couple of days before the Empire found him. Fox got much less.
He just hoped they would let Dot'ika live.
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