fic idea I have too much brain fog to wrote properly:
quinlan vos is posted with the guard at the beginning of the war when he’s super suspicious of the clones. gets in a huge fight with fordo and the medic and end up getting drunk together and commiserating about how they are all frustrated to the tits with his posting, the senate is corrupt as hell, and quinlan would be better used undercover in the senate instead of sitting pretty as someone who is somehow supposed to be better qualified at leading the guard than fordo?
they end up faking quinlan’s death during the next seppy incursion, and use the tech that obes uses later as rako hardeen to become a clone and go undercover as a guard captain.
this is the hardest uc mission he’s ever taken, he has to deal with the senate and wider coruscant’s dehumanisation of clones, even as he wrestles with his own biases against them.
also the sudden necessity of such extreme discipline and conformity that the clones learned since before they hit puberty is pretty confronting. especially as fordo’s rules come down and the guard decide to put every effort into being exactly the same because it makes them safer in the senate.
later, fordo gets put on ice when something he does pisses off palpatine, and fox and thorn are brought in, while quinlan is still uc.
whether they are told about the undercover jedi being one of their brothers or not, idk.
I kind of like the idea that they’re told there is an uc shadow running a mission in the senate somewhere, but not that one of the guard is actually a jedi
the surviving older guards who have been there from boots down and taught quinlan how to be a clone do know, obviously, but maybe they don’t trust the new ‘war hero’ 501st fronties yet, so they never told them.
and then weird shit starts happening with the commanders (chips wise) and they decide the investigation needs to stay secret.
maybe quinlan is eventually assigned to do investigations for the guard when they’re called in for whatever reason, so there can be a few smaller cases, some of which end up leading to the commanders
and, ultimately, stinky sheev
