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Character Names Series - Coruscant Guard Characters from The Clone Wars
Original Character Profile Series
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I have a special place in my heart for these boys. If you couldn't tell already XD
Credit for the Aurebesh font to AurekFonts .
New fic time!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The man lurches upwards in pain as Bail fumbles to remove his chestplate, hands flailing towards the injury. Fingers scrabbling at Bail's pressing hands, in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. Bail firmly grabs one of his hands, moving it away from the area and gently pushes his body back down. "It's alright," Bail says, "I promise I do have some idea as to what I am doing." "Sir?" comes the confused response between panted gasps. "I used to attend evening classes," Bail says conversationally as he carefully shifts the material of the bodysuit out of the way. "Not under fire, mind, this is quite a new experience." "Uh, Sir?"
I love the idea of the Coruscant Guard having to deal with a cryptid. Like on top of the walking sith they see every morning and having to quell local unrest with the lower populations. Imagine you get the short end of an already shitty collection of straws. And holy shit you did not think the bar could get this low. Most of the guards start to get comfortable in their positions because what else can you do? Boss's eyes glow yellow when he's monologuing, ok well that's not weird you've seen aliens before maybe he's mixed ancestry and didn't want to tell anyone. You certainly won't despite the rancid vibes he gives off. And dealing with the occasional local riot is starting to be a piece of cake-you were well trained on Kamino after all. So now life is shitty but manageable. That's the mind-set Fox has when he's called down to deal with an unknown criminal slashing up low-level shops. Normally this is outside his duties as a commander but he was out getting coffee and there's nothing better to do until Palpatine decides to fuck with poor people again. So Fox investigates and finds nothing. He comes into work with a twitch in his eye that only gets worst the next couple of months when Stone reports that something has been eating the trash right out of people's disposal chutes. It gets worse over time. Guard report seeing scales just out of the corner of their eyes only for it to disappear when they turn to face it. Thorn swears up and down that when if stand alone in Coruscant's sewers you can hear a voice that sounds like a woman shouting one moment and then a man singing the next. Patches of untraceable silver fur start to appear in locations where speeder accidents happen. Always in clumps big enough for people to notice. If you were a Coruscant guard trooper then maybe you'd start to think that the shit storm that had been unleashed on you has only gotten worse. But one day, Rys gets a report of an attempted assult happening a couple blocks from him. He rushes around the corner with a hand on his blaster only to find a shaking young woman looking at a pile of boots. She claims that something came from out of the sewers and sucked her attacker up with a tube. The Coruscant guard knows that there is something living inside the mechanics of the city. It slithers through the vents and digs in the trash. And then it becomes just another manageable part of life. (Hound discovers that it likes caf grounds and so they name it Caf)
No thoughts just the Coruscant guard and Grizzer
Hound: Look, I got this shirt for Fox to wear!
Stone: *reading the shirt* “I promise I’m nicer than my face looks.”
Thire: We have the same face, idiot.
Thorn: And yet…
Only Good Things In Storr For You
“So you’ve enjoyed a rich social education with Mereel and Kom’rk, have you?”
~Darman to Corr in Book 3 - True Colors Chapter 16, by Karen Traviss
There are entire reams of stories packed into this one statement.
“This is your …fourth incident, trooper, is that right?”
“Yes, sir,” Corr says staunchly.
“Want to explain to me why exactly you feel the need to break and enter, burgle, evade officers of the law and lead them on high-speed vehicular and ambulatory chases, menace the civilian population, and destroy property valued at thousands of credits? Trooper.”
“No, sir.”
This is all customary, up until this point. This time, instead of asking the same questions sixty more times, the interrogating officer rolls his neck, drops the datapad and slumps into the chair across from Corr, muttering, “Fierfek, I need a drink.”
Stone/Corr shenanigans for an exchange, written for dividerof0
read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40649907
Thorn: Careful, vod
Hound (fastening corrie guard armor onto Grizzer): I am! See, it's on.
Thire: Yay! One of us!
Stone: One of us!
Fox (watching in horror): You're all fired
☀️ -> for the ask game! i hope you'll have a great evening!!! :D
Fox did not think he would live to see Lothal’s endless grasslands, but here he is, lying in the soft grass in civilian clothes.
The morning sun burns in his eyes and he blinks, turning away slightly. “I didn’t know the galaxy had places like this,” he mumbles, admiring the scenery around him. There’s flowers blooming by his feet.
And it’s a lie, of course: Fox has always dreamt of Lothal. He has always dreamt of the sun on his skin and quiet and calmness. But even if he knew of its existence he never really believed in it, because how could he believe a place like this exists when all he sees are speeders and dark alleys and Senators that can barely stand to look at him, as if he isn’t even there.
Thorn hums from where he’s lying next to him, face down on the ground and shoes several feet away, right next to Fox’s. “Does it still hold up to your expectations?” he asks. Fox glances at him and finds that he’s lifted his head just the smallest bit, and there’s a lopsided grin plastered across his squished features. In the backrgound, there’s laughter.
“I’m never leaving this planet again,” Fox says very seriously, and Thorn chuckles even though he probably knows Fox isn’t joking. “That’s what I thought. I’m not going, either.”
“I would’ve been offended if you left me here,” Fox says.
“Don’t worry, vod. You’re stuck with me.”
“Are you two going to get up again or have you put down roots?” Stone calls out from a good distance away. He and Hound are passing a small ball back and forth. Grizzer barks as she tries to catch it and fails miserably to jump the right amount. She runs into poor Stone instead and he yelps as he meets the ground with the entire weight of Hound’s largest and dearest Massif on top of him. He yells at Hound to get her off. Grizzer loses interest in the game and instead seems to find great joy in sitting on Stone, tongue hanging out as she watches him struggle.
“You’re going to have to drag me away from here,” Thorn mutters. He doesn’t bother speaking up since Stone seems a little occupied. “This shit is softer than any mattress I’ve slept on.”
“There’s also twice as many bugs, probably,” Fox says.
“Actually, I think our old barracks had more bugs.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“You’re disgusting. You stink. I can smell you from all the way here.”
Fox closes his eyes again and sighs. He guessed that some things just don’t change. But the sun tickles his nose and his hands don’t ache, and he feels the soft grass on his fingertips, and that’s enough confirmation that they do.
“You two having fun,” a new voice asks, and Fox blinks a few times, then feels his lips tug into a smile. “Hey there, Cody,” he says softly. “Had enough of the wolfpack?”
Cody looks down at him, then at Thorn. “Is he asleep?” he asks.
“I wish,” Thorn says, his voice muffled. Cody laughs.
“Wolffe is retelling a story for the fifth time today. The shinies are very impressed but enough is enough. You mind if I join you?”
“The grass belongs to all brothers,” Thorn replies very seriously, or as seriously as one can speak with a mouth full of grass. He seems to refuse to roll around again.
Cody sits down between them and props himself up on his elbows, and he and Fox watch as Hound and Thire desperately try and pull Grizzer off of poor Stone. Stone has not given up insulting Hound’s growing-tube. Hound tells him that he can insult him all he wants. Stone calls Grizzer fat. Hound stares. The next second he leaves the hill and walks in the opposite direction, not turning around even as Stone tries to tell him how much he regrets his actions. Thire catches Hound halfway and pulls him back up.
Thire yells something at the three of them in the grass. Fox is very much not listening.
“Sorry, we’re busy!” Cody calls out. Hound gives him a thumbs up. Thire groans.
The sun is warm on Fox’s skin, and his eyelids are heavy, and everything might be loud but it’s laughter and glee and even Stone’s yelling isn’t one of any actual rage or fear.
When he falls asleep he dreams of nothing, or if he did, he doesn’t remember a single thing.
