A Skulk of Foxes
dedicated to those 2 anons who sent me messages about Fox/Fox
It starts when a CT in Torrent blue paint strolls into the Coruscant Guard offices, gives Stone and Thire a lazy salute, and says "you wanted to see me?"
Stone frowns, glances at Thire who also seems confused, and looks back at the Torrent. "Ah... no? Who summoned you?"
The Torrent taps at their comm and brings up a message.
CC-4477: Fox get your shebs up here I'm not doing Senate rounds with two shinies and no backup
Thire blinks at the message and frowns deeper. "Er... sorry, kid, that was supposed to go to our Commander."
"He's also named Fox?" The Torrent - Fox, apparently - asks.
"Yeah," Stone nods. "We'll double-check that we're sending messages to 1010 in the future -"
"I'm 1010."
Stone and Thire both pause, giving the CT an incredulous look.
They sigh and give a slightly more rigid salute than before. "CT-0000/1010, Sergeant Fox, reporting for duty, sirs."
"You've got to be shitting me," Stone mutters, even as Thire full on cackles.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
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"You know how Torrent's got a new liaison on planet?"
Fox doesn't bother to look up, even though Thire sounds a little too pleased about what should be pretty boring information. "Yes."
"You know their name?"
"No."
Thire giggles - actually giggles, like a cadet - and Fox feels the beginnings of a headache behind his eyes. "Fox."
"What?"
"No." Fox looks up finally to catch Thire's wide grin. "That's the new Torrent's name. Fox. Number Ten-Ten."
He considers this information for a moment.
"I'm going to karking kill that little blond shit."
Thire darts away, cackling madly, as Fox stabs angrily at his comm unit, intent on ripping Rex a new one.
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They don't actually meet until a few weeks later - there's a Torrent standing guard outside Senator Amidala's office (not unusual) while a Corrie patrol is going by.
It's one of the younger Corries who clues them in.
"Fox!" Seth says, waving happily at the Torrent. "How are you doing?"
Fox isn't proud of the way his head snaps around when he hears the name, but it's only CTs with him on this patrol and he can order them not to say anything about it to Stone, Thire, and Thorn.
The Torrent waves back. "Hey, Seth. I'm alright, how are -"
"You."
The Torrent - Fox refuses to think of them as the name they've chosen out of spite - has balls, he will admit. Most vode would take a step back when a pissed off CC gets in their face. This one... doesn't.
"Commander," the Torrent nods briskly. "Can I help you?"
Behind his helmet, Fox is glaring daggers.
Behind their helmet, Fox is biting back a grin.
Technically, though... the Torrent hasn't done anything wrong. Yet.
"I've got my eye on you, Sergeant. Watch your step."
"Sir, yes sir," they say, giving him a salute.
Fox snaps at his Corries to fall back in formation and leads them away.
Fox, for their part, pulls out their comm and quickly types out a message to their old squad, still on the frontlines with the 501st.
CT-0000/1010: just met CC-1010, Other Fox. I think he likes me.