Does Everyone Know? (A Star Wars Oneshot)
Description: Ever wonder what the Coruscant guard gets up to on a quiet day? (Yes, Cody, yes we do!)
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The Clone Wars were a vicious war that had managed to divide a galaxy once existing in relative peace into two opposing sides. A war blamed on politics, to begin with, and the Jedi, the longer it stretched on. With the war came the looming shadow of the Sith, which brought out the worst in people and turned old friends into bitter enemies. It was a war no one asked for, but everyone, especially the soldiers of the GAR, paid a high price for it.
Although far from the battlefields spread across the vast galaxy, Coruscant was not safe from the war. If anything, it was the epicenter of its own. The battleground of politics that never seemed to get anywhere, the battleground of crime lords in the lower levels. The breeding ground of hate, of the Jedi, the separatists, even the clones that fought so hard to protect citizens that would never remember their name.
"Here we go again," spoke Thorn, entering the canteen reserved for the Coruscant Guard. Fox was already there, lounging near the coffee machine he'd nicknamed Caffy, a smug smirk painted on his lips over his victory earlier in the morning—the battle for the simple white mug he held. Thorn huffed slightly, eyeing the mug carefully. Fox had crossed his name out and scribbled his own beneath it.
"Which one this time?" questioned Fox, slipping at the steaming caf, his mind briefly recalling the logs of returning troopers. Cody and the 212th had returned to Coruscant the day before, and Rex and the 501st had arrived shortly after that. Jesse and the Domino Twins had already ended up in detention, all three of them sharing their regular cell.
"Stone had to arrest Gregor," replied Thorn, recalling Stone recounting the story of the arrest. A night of drinking, it would appear, filled with dancing, strip teases, his normal flirting, and dares from his brothers. The dares throughout the night had gotten steadily more extreme until Gregor had been arrested for causing a drunken public disturbance.
"Well, at least it's not Commander Pining sulking around the base again," commented Fox, recalling the last time Cody had been moping around the base; he'd perk up every time someone mentioned General Kenobi and then get blackout drunk at 79's after in the hopes of forgetting about the crush he'd developed on his commanding Jedi.
"Yeah, he's in the mess hall," replied Thorn, turning his attention to the entrance when it opened, Hound scarpering through it as if Kama was ablaze. "Hiding from Kix, ze medic threatened to set him up on a blind date with Kenobi," laughed the Commander, putting his helmet on the shelf next to Fox's.
"Perhaps we should recruit Wrecker for that," laughed Hound, recalling the larger clone and the chaos he'd caused during his last visit along with the rest of Clone Force 99. The four had caused more mischief than the 501st and 212th put together. Tarkin hadn't forgotten his private shuttle being particularly destroyed by the small dynamite explosion Wrecker had set off and the sonic blast Tech had accidentally detonated.
"Recruit Skywalker as well," replied Fox, a semi-serious tone to his tired voice. "And Comet is you're looking for someone to do impersonations."
"Speaking of the 104th, how are you going to handle your grumpy twin?" asked Thorn, throwing himself into his favorite chair around the small, rounded table. It wasn't anything special; it was just a standard dining chair.
"Avoidance is a great solution," replied Fox, regretfully stepping away from the caf machine that had come to be his lifeline since the war started.
"That's your solution to everything, but the chancellor and the civvi nerf herders," commented Hound; a soft chuckle left his lips, even more so when Fox purposely ignored his words in favor of whispering I love you to the cup of caf he was slurping from.
"How is the assassination plot going?" asked Thorn, recalling the random piece of flimsy he'd found in Fox's office not too long ago—a list of incidents that could happen to eliminate Palpatine. Some of them were ridiculous, such as being scared to death by a Gungan. In contrast, others were a little more believable but still suspicious, such as an accidental weapons discharge or tripping and falling from the top of a skyscraper.
"Thinking of hiring Wolffe's Night Sister," thoughtfully responded Fox, briefly recalling the Jedi Knight; she was one of the few Jedi the chancellor had taken a shine to, even when it was clear she had no interest in politics and avoided his office like the blue shadow virus.
"You mean the one Gregor kissed in his drunken haze last night?" asked Stone, making his presence known and joining the others around the table. Fox seemed to have woken up at that, becoming more stubborn about avoiding the pair of brothers in question.
"Oh, that's gonna be a problem," replied Hound, fussing the massiff that had wandered into the canteen, no doubt wanting to play. It wasn't long before Hound threw the bone toy he'd had hold of, watching with adoration as the massiff followed after it with excitement.
"Too bad I've got other things to do," said Fox.
"Like what, it's your day off?" commented Thorn
"Watch Howzer bounce off the walls of the Jedi Temple," quickly voiced Fox. "I switched his pumpkin juice for a homemade energy drink earlier."
"Told you he was up to something," retorted Thorn just as quickly, at least before it hit him who was the energy drink culprit. "Wait, how many others have you done that to?"
"Hunter, Gregor, Rex last week," casually spoke Fox, recalling Rex had been so hyper he'd laughed at every word, danced down halls, and even started to sing off-key songs spontaneously. He'd embarrassed Cody as well by loudly shouting that Cody had a crush on General Kenobi in the middle of the base at peak time. "Got the Dominos the week before that, Wolf Pack as well."
"Pretty sure you caught Ahsoka too," replied Hound, recalling the padawan causing havoc while on an assignment to the planet's underworld. "She took a leaf out of Rex's book and fell over almost everything," he added, "Said the walls were being mean, and the furniture had it out for her."
"You have a date today?" asked Thorn, turning his attention to Fox, who was more than content to ignore Wolffe's distant yelling of Gregor's name. "Which cell is Gregor in?"
"Me ... Date ... Never," replied Fox, hiding his burning cheeks behind the caf mug.
"Fox and Riyo sitting in the Jedi tree," began Stone, singing off-key while trying to keep a straight face. "K.I.S.S.I.N.G."
"OI, WOLFFE, YOUR NIGHT SISTER IS VISITING WITH OLD PALPS!!!" Yelled Fox, if only to blank out Stone's singing and erase the questions regarding his love life.
"Old Palps?" Gregor's voice could be heard from nearby, shortly followed by his usual ring of laughter.
"You locked Gregor in the closet? Really?" voiced Hound, turning his attention to Stone.
"It was either that or Fox's quarters," Stone replied with haste. "He was preoccupied with that security call."
"Alright, alright, don't get your blaster in a twist," called Thire as he entered the canteen, shortly followed by Wolffe.
"Which blaster?" asked Thorn, a grin of mischief appearing across his lips. The smile remained unmoved even when Wolffe all but glared at him.
"Both," replied Fox, grabbing the magazine forgotten in the middle of the table. "How long before Sexy Rexy gets here?"
"For the record, she's not my Night Sister," voiced Wolffe upon refinding the will to speak without growling.
"She's Gregor's latest crush now, right?" daringly questioned Thire, walking off toward the caf machine. "You're still her pup, Wolffy old boy."
"Hey! Don't take your anger out on my love," called Fox when Wolffe approached Thire. "You break her, you fix her. That goes for your Night Sister as well."
"So much for avoiding the subject," replied Hound.
"Hard not to when you've got a love-sick pup wandering the halls," spoke Thorn.
"Eh! Still beats Cody," commented Stone. "I forgot to mention I sent the video of Cody singing. I can't help falling in love with you, to the Duchess."
"Why not, General Kenobi?" asked Wolffe with an air of confusion, his previous task of hunting down Gregor temporarily forgotten.
"We've already got our hands full with two love triangles," laughed Thire, seeing the confusion paint over his brother's identical features.
"Gregor, Wolffe, and (Y/N)," replied Thorn, suspecting that would be hot gossip for a while, even among the Jedi, especially the younglings. "Who's the other?"
"Fox, Riyo, and the Caf Machine," replied Thire as it was obvious. His words were met with a round of laughter even from Fox; however, the laughter hadn't been loud enough to cover the loud crashing sound that came from the closet.
"What was that?" asked Wolffe, eyeing the closet door with suspicion, although he didn't make a move toward it.
"What was what?" replied Fox, the magazine hiding his face from his brothers.
"That crash."
"One of General Skywalker's exciting landings," replied Fox.
"In the closet?"
"He flew down the halls of a Seppie battleship before," argued Fox.
"STONE, YOU BETTER START RUNNING!" yelled Cody, storming toward the door.
"I feel this is a brilliant time to check the locks work properly on the blast doors," casually commented Stone.
"Where you going?" asked Fox when Wolffe began making his way around the table with cautious steps, heading in the direction of the closet.
"To investigate the closet."
"Say hello to Casper, our resident-friendly ghost, will you?" replied Thire.
"Watch out for Captain Flirst-A-Lot," called Hound, his attention snapping to the canteen door when a blaster shot sounded out.
"STONE!" yelled Cody when the door slid open.
"Those locks sure do like plot points," spoke Fox, returning his attention to Wolffe, creeping close to the closet. "Sometimes they stay locked when you shoot at them, as old Palps and General Windu found out; other times they just fly open, as Wolffe's Night Sister found when she fell through the door the other day."
"BOO!" yelled Thorn, watching both Cody and Wolffe jump sky-high and hold a hand to their chests.
"Somehow, I was expecting the airhorn," commented Thire.
"Eh! Next time," replied Thorn with a wicked grin. "Who knows, might scare both Commander Grumpy and the love-sick pup into their crushes."
"Oh! Hi Cody, kinda forgot you were there given how quiet you went," waved Hound, a chuckle escaping his lips with the deadpan expression to paint over Cody's lips.
"So blind date," Fox said as if he were purposely winding Cody up. "I hear the Blue Caribbean on level 12 is a nice place to visit."
"You hear, or you know?" questioned Wolffe from the closet door, slowly reaching for the controls.
"Captain Flirts-A-Lot, that you new massiff?" asked Thorn, changing the subject entirely.
"Yup, hybrid one, looks like we clones," replied Hound, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.
"Oh, I think I hear someone calling my name; see ya," hastily spoke Stone upon noticing Cody had regained enough of his senses to begin his chase again.
"Fox, you up for filling out more paperwork?" asked Thire.
"Oh hell no," replied Fox, finally putting the magazine down. "Cody commits the crime; he can do the time with the paperwork."
"I think he'll prefer that blind date and a detention cell."
"Woof!" barked Gregor when the closet door slid open, a cheeky grin on his lips as he looked at Wolffe. At least before darting out of the closet and following Stone's path.
"Did he just ..." asked Thorn, blinking several times.
"Yup," replied Hound.
"And Wolffe just."
"Yeah, he looks just as bewildered as you."
"Hey, Sexy Rexy," called Fox, "Finally decided to join the fun?"
"OH MY GOD, CODY HAS A CRUSH ON GENERAL KENOBI!!!" yelled Howzer as loudly as he could.
"AND WOLFFE'S IN A LOVE TRIANGLE WITH (Y/N) AND GREGOR!" yelled Stone through the communicator.
"While you little ..." began Wolffe before storming from the room. "Divide and conquer, Cody," he added as he went past.
"Maybe that will work for the other problem you two share, too," called Thorn, quickly dodging behind Fox when Wolffe and Cody swung around.
"Cody, your lover, is on his way," spoke Rex, ignoring the heated glare Cody threw his way. "Coming to retrieve Waxer and Boil from detention."
"Speaking of which, your twins and Jesse are in their normal cell."
"Funny, I was just gonna check that Jesse had his Tooka," replied Rex.
"Wait!" yelled Howzer, almost deafening those in his company. "Wolffe and Gregor are in a love triangle ... since when?"
"Last night, I heard there were fireworks," replied Thire.
"Huh," breathed Rex, "Does (Y/N) know that?"
"Nope," replied Fox, recalling how blind (Y/N) could be when it comes to specific subjects. "Pretty sure Gregor doesn't know either."
"Then why is he running?" asked Howzer, confusion passing over his features
"It's Gregor; why does he do anything?"
"WHAT THE KRIFFING HELL WAS THAT!" yelled Cody through the com.
"That flash?" asked Thorn.
"No, the massiff that looks suspicious like Gregor," replied Cody with sarcasm. "Yes, the flash! Ow!"
"That would be Tech fiddling with things again," replied Fox as if it were just a regular day. "Should be setting the security alarms off any second ... now."
"Jedi Temple or Senate?" asked Thire.
"Senate," replied Thorn. "Goggles is after something again."
"Nah, Temple, he likes watching the Jedi run around like erratic puffer pigs," commented Fox.
"The senate would free (Y/N) from the Chancellor's office," added Rex.
"She's not that lucky," replied Hound.
"Neither is General Skywalker. Old Palps will lock them into drone on about his latest plans," spoke Fox.
"Which now includes you, Commander Whiskers," spoke (Y/N) through the com. "Congrats, you're the replacement for the Chancellor if anything happens to him."
"NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" screeched Fox. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE,"
"Guess that assassination plans weren't a joke," sniggered Thorn.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Imma go get Riyo," spoke Thire, gently patting Fox on the shoulder. "Shall I send Gregor to rescue you, Princessa?"
"I'd rather not rock the boat with Commander Growls and Captain Flirts-A-Lot."
"I do send him over," replied Anakin. "Might as well send the duchess a wedding invite too."
"Cody and Obi-Wan are getting married? When?" asked Thorn
"Sooner rather than later, if those two are involved," spoke Rex with a wide grin. "Tomorrow at the earliest, next week at the latest."
"Better go gift shopping," replied Fox
"With what we're clones," asked Hound.
"Our fabulous looks," spoke Howzer.
"Or you can just steal something and get us on the guard to cover it up," replied Thorn.
"Wrinkles is on his way over for a visit," called Stone through the com. "AH! When did Cody start biting?"
"Huh, guess Wolffe rubbed off on him more than we thought," said Rex.
"Alright, boys, let's get our heads in the game," spoke Fox, the fun from his voice slipping away. "Sooner we get this visit with old Palps over with, the sooner we can get back to what matters."
"Annoying our brothers?" asked Stone.
"Fussing the massiffs?" commented Hound
"Planning Codywan's wedding?" questioned Anakin.
"Avoiding love triangles?" asked Thorn.
"Dodging murder attempts in the case of Gregor and Stone?" added Thire.
"Alright, zip and get on with the duties. You too, Skywalker," spoke Fox.
"Hey, I'm a Jedi," replied Anakin, almost offended by being given his marching orders.
"And I'm a marshal commander with a blaster, weaponized nightmares, and lots of things to blackmail you with."
"Like what?" asked Anakin
"Naboo," replied Fox simply. "Senator Amidala, Secret Wedding."
"What about (Y/N)?" enquired Anakin
"For once, I'm innocent and doing as I'm told," (Y/N) spoke.
"That's concerning," responded Gregor. "You follow orders about as well as Cody hides his love for Obi-Wan."
"DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THAT!" Cody's voice crackled through the com
"YES!" everyone responded.
"Even the Mortis Gods could see it," added Anakin.
"Funny how Obi-Wan missed it," (Y/N) added.
"He and General Plo have to deal with you two running around like lunatics," replied Fox.
"Alright, I think we really have to get moving; Chancellor Wrinkles has just arrived and doesn't have his expected, welcoming party," called Thorn, dread filling his voice.
"Coruscant Guard Activate," spoke Fox, attempting to put on an enthusiastic voice. "Transformers, roll out."
