#104thplokoon

[griefdestined]

"Hello, Master Kenobi. I hope I'm not disturbing you, I was wondering if perhaps you would care to join me for a drink?" Plo beamed as much as a Kel-Dor could with a mask, but his Force signature danced with perhaps an impish excitement. He wasn't exactly suggesting tea, but it was always an option ( @104th-plo-koon hello! *Wave*)

Obi-Wan glanced up from the datapad he was looking over. The reports from the front line were concerning: they were always concerning. Upon seeing his friend, the line between his eyes smoothed, and a genuine smile graced his face.

Uncommon was it for the Jedi Masters to be around each other in downtime. The war didn't allow for such luxuries; Obi-Wan just managed to be on leave after being slightly injured. The Kel-Dor must be on leave for rotation. Either way, the ginger couldn't help but be grateful for his injury in that moment.

"Absolutely, Master Koon. I had no idea you were around. I would have said hello," he apologized. Standing up from the bench in the courtyard of the Temple, he gave a polite bow. "Is there anywhere in particular you had in mind?"

[cc1010fox]

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Behind him, the other clones were steadily relaxing in Plo's presence, a stark contrast to their commander, who remained professional and guarded. Behind the visor of his helmet, Fox wore his suspicion openly. The Coruscanti population was annoyed by the clone presence at best and saw them as meat droids they could just get rid of at worst, so the Guard tended to be...well, on guard around natborns. Fox especially. He received every report about every cruelty that his vode were subjected to, while his vode tended to only be aware of their own treatment and the treatment of those close to them. On top of that, when higher status individuals had an issue with a clone, they took their grievances straight to the top. It took a thousand warm interactions to counter every hostile or cold one, and Fox hadn't had even a hundred warm interactions. As if it couldn't get any tougher for Plo, he also had to get past Fox's distrust for jetiise. Yes, some were kind, but others were not. While he would never outright admit it, those others had made Fox fear them. "Allow me to escort you to the prison then, sir, where you can try your hand at interrogation."

[cc1010fox]

General Koon had heard much of Fox from Wolffe and the other commanders of the battalions from when they were cadets. So when he was on Coruscant he was eager to see the Rear Marshal Commander and get to know the men (and women, for Plo knew many clones that were not happy with male pronouns) that helped protect the heart of the Republic and the Temple.

He walked into the guard barracks with a plan in mind and smiled. "I do hope I am not interrupting, Marshal Commander Fox, I wished to see what I could do do assist the fine Coruscant Guard while I am PlanetSide."

(@104th-plo-koon )

Fox's attention had been on his men when the stranger entered the barracks, so, when he turned to see who it was, he was visibly taken aback. He had always been uneasy around jetiise. Snapping to attention, he greeted, "General Plo Koon!" Behind him, the present Coruscant Guard followed suit, as perfectly postured as their highest commanding clone officer. "The Coruscant Guard wouldn't want to burden you, General. Shouldn't you be resting while you're here?"