Trooper: Fox! You put my brother in jail. Stand up.
Fox, sighing over his drink: I can't deal with this today...
Trooper: I said stand up!
Fox, groaning: Thorn...
Thorn: Finally.
Thorn stands up and knocks the trooper out in one punch.
Thorn: That di'kut was so annoying.
Trooper: Commander Fox! A few months ago, you locked me up for two weeks. Two weeks.
Fox, barely listening: Sounds like you did something pretty bad then...
Trooper: Listen to me, asshole.
Fox, raising a brow: Are you sure you want to talk to me like that?
Trooper: That lockup ruined my life, so I'm going to make your life a living--
Fox, smirking: Thire.
Thire, stepping between them: Whatever torture you imagined for Commander Fox is going to look like frolicking through a field compared to what I'm going to do to you.
Trooper, stepping back: I-I--
Thire: I've had men crying in puddles of their own urine for less than what you just did.
Trooper: S-sorry!
Fox, chuckling: Keep going. That didn't sound sincere enough for me.
Thire: Gladly.
Corrie: Commander Fox! I can't stand this anymore! You and your commanders expect too much of us! In my old battalion--
Fox, snorting: They didn't teach you any discipline. It must be hard to have expectations put on you now.
Corrie: That's banthashit! They just treated us like--
Stone: Commander Fox?
Fox, stepping aside: Be my guest.
Stone: Out in the battlefield, their focus is to keep you battle ready. On Coruscant, our focus is to keep you alive. The less you stand out, the less likely it is someone will be able to recognize you, the less likely you are to be decommissioned for the tiniest transgression against a civilian or a senator.
Corrie: It's too much! In my old battalion--
Fox, typing on his datapad: I'll be looking into his old battalion after I make the transfer...
Corrie: Transfer?
Fox: Done.
Stone, smirking: You're mine now.
Corrie: Y-yours?
Fox: Have fun learning some discipline. I'll have fun telling your old marshal commander how you think you can talk to me.
Corrie: W-wait!
Stone: You better remember how to shut your mouth before I give you a refresher course.
Trooper, throwing his helmet down beside Fox: Stand up, prick.
Fox, around a mouthful of his dinner: Hound.
Hound, standing up: Guess I'm the prick now.
Cody, watching Hound tackle the trooper: Force...He's as feral as you are...
Fox: All of my men are ready to step in for me when I've had a hard day. I don't know if that makes them feral.
Trooper: OW! WHO BITES DURING A FIGHT!?
Cody, looking at Fox: ...I can name one person...
Fox, to the trooper: His name is Hound. What did you expect?