And now for something completely different:
Fox sighed. He’d hoped to make it at least 24 hours before getting a complaint from a senator. “There’s a Jedi general here!”
Alright that he was NOT prepared for. His unit hadn’t been assigned to a Jedi General; they were under the direct command of the Chancellor.
There was no reason for a Jedi General to be here.
The General was a human or near human male, maybe older than Prime—Fox was terrible with natborn ages—with longish dirty blond hair partly tied back. The General bowed when he saw Fox, uncannily meeting his eyes despite the bucket. “Greetings. I am Jedi !aster Cin Drallig, Battlemaster of the Coruscant Temple. You are the Commander of the Coruscant Guard?”
“Do you have a name you’d prefer me to use?” Fox knew his men were ogling behind their buckets.
He knew because he was ogling in his own bucket.
“…Fox, sir.” Fox supplied cautiously.
“Commander Fox,” General Drallig greeted and it was as heady a feeling as his batch mates had said. “Historically speaking, the Battlemaster must always be prepared for war. And when war comes, they take responsibility for planetary defense of Coruscant. So if it’s agreeable to you, I will be taking charge of the Guard instead of the Chancellor.”
General Drallig produced a datapad from one of his sleeves, open to a document officially transferring the Guard and signed off by the Chancellor. “For uncertain reasons, the Chancellor, despite being the one to brevit the Jedi into this war, does not want that fact being public knowledge. As my normal duties are valuable enough to keep me planet bound, and your mandate falls in line with historical precedent for mine…”
“We’d be honored to help the Jedi with planetary defense.” What else could Fox say? Fox hadn’t been impressed with the Supreme Commander of the Republic, and all of them had been disappointed to not be working with the Jedi like they had been trained to do.
“Excellent. Now,” General Drallig declared. “Let’s get you moved to the Temple.”
“Sir?” Surely the existing barracks were sufficient…
“There’s no point housing you here if we’ll be working together. Plus this building was condemned when I was a youngling; I highly doubt the Senate did much to fix this building up beyond perhaps painting over the mold. The Temple was meant yo house over a million Jedi, their families and dependents, and Temple support staff. Now there’s barely ten thousand Jedi, even before the losses at Geonosis. We have plenty of space.”
Fox and his men exchanged awkward looks before he remembered himself. “You heard the General; let’s move.”
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