It was touch and go there for a second because hoo boy that Sonic 3 movies, my peoples, my love of Shadow has rekindled and I am trying to convince my wife to let us go see it again (it's not working).
ANYWAY!
Unlike the other days in FoxQuin Week, this one does have some prerequisite reading, TOUCHED by yours truly, has but one chapter of 5k length that probably should be read before this one, especially since I wrote this as the second chapter!
ANYWAY (again)
Day 7: Force-Sensitive Fox/"You arrested a Jedi?" "I was doing my JOB!" @foxquinweek
TOUCHED and all the days for FoxQuin Week will be collected and posted to ao3 on Monday or Tuesday unless we lose power due to the winter storm!
THANKS FOR READING <3 (also this is 5k so...pace yourselves?)
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Group Chat: “Batch Bitching”: Glory, Woof, Bye, and Puddle are ACTIVE.
Woof: so there I was
rations on my tiddies
Bye: what tiddies?
Glory: everyone one knows you aren’t the vod in the batch with tiddies
Woof: the AUDACITY
who the kriff is it then?
Bye and Glory are typing…
Puddle: we all know it’s Fox
stop thinking differently
*USER: Fucks is ACTIVE*
Fucks: well this is better than the last name you lot gave me
Puddle: who changed his name to that?
I’m not mad.
Fucks: no one is dumb enough to admit it Ponds
Give it up
Woof: THIS TUBE KRIFFER
Glory: hey Fox
I hear you arrested a Jedi
Bye: YOU ARRESTED A JEDI?!!
Fucks: I was doing my job
technically
who snitched?
Glory: no one
Fucks: ahhhh
Kenobi then
Woof: forget the tiddies
how does he always know?
Glory: I never said it was Kenobi!
Fucks: you didn’t have to
just like Bly doesn’t have to say that he knew because of Secura
and his caps were just a cover so we don’t know that he’s fucking her
Puddle: were me and Wolffe the only ones who didn’t know?!
Bye: kriff you Fox!
Woof: I am not surprised
Glory: technically
they’re dating
Fucks: same thing
Bye: it really isn’t you shebs
Fucks: meh
anyway
Ponds
remind your troops that Coruscant is MY planet and to stop making lives hard for my Corries
kthnx bai!
*USER: Fucks is INACTIVE*
Woof: we can all aspire to be that level of don’t give a kriff
Glory: I feel like he’s gotten even weirder since landing on Coruscant
Puddle: I don’t think Fox could actively get weirder
less anal about hiding it
yes
but weirder?
nah
Bye: if you say so
Anyway
The Jedi Fox arrested was Aayla’s buir so…
Woof: yeah I don’t want to know
Fox will tell us when it’s important
until then I clam immunity via ignorance
Glory: clam
Puddle: clam
Bye: clam
Woof: oh fuck off
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Fox was having an admitting good day.
It was less rare than it was back on Kamino, but still not an everyday occurrence. Normal days were the plethora here, but a good day does crop up every now and then.
Hex hasn’t tried to chase him down yet, Thorn is, for once, not complaining about being in charge (again), Stone has successfully quelled riots in the prisons by allowing for recreational theater performances (weird but whatever works), and there were rumors of another (shinier) Commander joining the ranks tbd.
Good day all around.
What made it even better was that Fox was currently “incognito” in the Senate Dome, wearing an atrocious mix match of civilian clothes, jogan berry smoothie in hand, and some dope shades he found dumpster diving last week covering his eyes.
Every time a senator tried to stop him he got to reply with “can’t talk, hunting seppie spies” and was Believed. It was fantastic.
(Admittedly, Fox was not expecting for the Senators to leave him alone with that flimsy excuse, but lo and behold…he is arguably a genius.)
What makes it all better, is that, for some reason, the Jedi in the Dome today don’t seem to realize he’s a clone. In fact, several of them have asked him which Senator he was an aide for with a suspicious side eye.
Fox has answered differently to each one, and considering they were all in a group giving him confused looks, they might be on to him.
So he gave them a smile that would melt ice and ducked out of that particular hallway.
When in doubt, nope it out.
Fox was sipping his smoothie when he got a comm. The only part of his armor that he was wearing, his comm.
He answered it with a loud slurp and reveled in the stank face Hex gave him. Fox smirked behind the straw.
“That better not have caffeine in it, you piece of osik.”
“Never.” Fox lied like a liar.
(The cashier may have looked at him funny when he asked for as many caffeine shots she could legally give him plus one because the law doesn’t apply to him anyway. Their face gloriously imprinted on the cup his caffeine with a little jogan berry smoothie was in. Fox may or may not be tapping his finger on it over and over to enjoy that particular expression as much as he could before he had to toss the evidence of his lies.)
Hex squinted his eyes at him like he knew Fox was lying but wasn’t sure how before growling and snapping at someone out of frame of the holo.
Fox couldn’t resist tilting his head and releasing the straw from his lips with a wide grin.
“Oh Hex, do you have company?” Fox sing-songed, laughing as Hex snapped at him.
“No! They are leaving!”
“But Hex, you didn’t say yes or no to having last meal together…” a soft voice echoed into the comm and Fox tried to place it while his CMO was spluttering out gibberish.
“Prost?”
“Oh! Hello, Commander Fox! Good guess but no, it’s Hetic.” Ahhh yes. Those two were practically riduur from what he could remember. In the last deployment of shinies, known famously in the Guard for stealing a perp’s leg prosthesis on their first shift.
Their Names were set in duracrete after that.
(In Fox’s unwanted opinion, Hetic should have got for Hesis simply because it’s fun to say. But it’s not his Name so he doesn’t get one of those.)
“Hmm. Won’t do that again.” Fox took another sip, enjoying the flustering of Hex far too much for it to be healthy, but no one could blame him.
It was the simple things, really.
“Hex will join you.” Fox decided for his CMO, because the vod never did anything nice for himself, and Prost and Hetic were known to be incredibly nice.
Maybe a good kriff with calm Hex down a little about Fox’s health.
“What?!” Hex screeched even as two other voices shouted with excitement. Fox was nice to the Guard, and no one could ever claim otherwise.
“You’ll have fun, Hex. And you need a break.”
Hex growled and let out a quiet agreement to the other vode before focusing on Fox again.
Shit.
“And you need to take care of your health.”
Fox waved at his comm, careful not to spill the glorious nectar in his violently red smoothie cup.
“I’m perfectly healthy, you just worry too much. In fact, you could almost say…”
“Don’t you fucking say it.”
“I am operating a peak efficiency.”
“I hate you.”
Fox smiled winningly while Hex contemplated his murder. Well his ambush with a hypo strong enough to knock out a gundark for a few hours to get Fox to sleep. (Ha, jokes on Hex, they only work on Fox for about thirty minutes if he really thinks about it. He knows, he’s tried several times until he knew that for a fact. (He was curious!))
“Did you comm for something besides me accepting a date on your behalf?” Fox nodded to a few passing aides giving him a wide berth. Exactly how he’d prefer it forever.
“Yes.” Hex sighed before flicking something on his comm and looking at Fox when his own comm pinged with a transferred data packet. “That’s the marching orders for the rest of my batch.”
Fox hummed and pulled it open, frowning when he saw that one was marked for the Marines, one for a softshell division on the 212th, and the last for the unofficial blackops no one was supposed to know about.
“I thought you said the long-necks learned better than to separate you.”
Hex sighed and rubbed his eyebrows in perfect imitation of ori’vode everywhere, funny because Hex was the middle batcher, before he looked at Fox with exhaustion.
Fox perked up.
Hex wasn’t often exhausted. Not by administration shenanigans, anyway.
(By Fox? Always.)
“It was the trainers who did their assignments. Apparently Seventeen recommended all three of them for the Guard, and General Ti backed them, but the long-necks sided with the trainers.”
Fox hummed, scanning the document with keen eyes, tapping his smoothie cup again to get another burst of disbelief and natborn horror to lighten his mood again.
“Easy enough fix, I think. Who all has seen this?”
“No one. One of the medics I trained snuck this unofficial copy to me before it was official.” Hex sighed, leaning back in his special CMO chair and flipping an unused hypo in his hand in a delightful tick that Fox enjoyed watching.
(You could set clocks by the rate Hex flipped his hypos. The vod was like a metronome but better because it was lethal.)
“Hmmm. I assume you want them all here?” Always better to be sure than to get something hilariously incorrect. Even though Fox was rarely wrong.
“That would be ideal. Lex and I are used to covering their…aberrations.”
“Fun word choice.”
“Thanks. It’s not mine.”
Fox hummed and let his fingers fly through his comm, easily using the backdoor he set up into the trainer exclusive ‘net access and rearranging the next set of deployments with a few twitches of his fingers.
It wasn’t even slicing, it was that easy.
“Alright. They should be here in a tenday. I can’t say I’m not excited to see what the rest of Lex’s batch is like. Considering they’re just like that.”
“Why do you think I can put up with your osik so easily?” Hex deadpanned Fox.
Fox cackled.
“Go panic about your date with the troopers you want to kriff you stupid. I have hot vod shit to do.” Fox signed out to Hex sputtering about that not being the case, blah blah blah. Fox tuned him out.
Sadly, with the end of the comm came the end of Fox’s truly delicious caffeine smoothie, shame.
On the Brightside, it was now time for Fox to collect some more date for Back-up, his beloved. One second Fox was strolling through the ornate Senate hallways, the next he was in their plain vents and chatting with the mousedroids.
Truly a perfectly wonderful day.
--
Fox was having the worst kriffing day.
In fact, he was seconds away from whipping out the Outer Rim curse words so he could even close to the amount of done he was right now.
Once again in shiny armor, once again accompanying some senators to clubs that they absolutely need an escort for, and once again wishing he could kill beings with his gaze alone.
The day started mostly fine, then there was no kaf to be found anywhere on base, and Hex actually didn’t have anything to do with it this time. Then the new deployment of troopers, including the rest of Hex and Lex’s batch, was delayed due to some osik about a kriffing Solar Storm (that’s not how those kriffing work, thank you, Fox was decanted yesterday).
Followed shortly by the announcement from the Chancellor that they were going to have to cut the Guard’s rations because of a poorly formed lie about the GAR needing it more, and the Guard didn’t see much action anyway. Also the med supplies. Hope you can make it work, Commander.
Fox absolutely could make it work, he just needed to whip out Back-up and he’d have a line of senators bending over backwards to get him what he wanted. But did Fox have time to do that?
No!
Because, once again, shady kriffing senators are requesting a single trooper escort of Fox’s kih’vod!
No!
So Fox was down in the bowels of Coruscant (smelling just as bad) and about to flip his kriffing bucket at the next stupid thing these senators tried to say and or do near him.
On the small bright side, there were only three this time, and two of them were otherwise engaged in flirting with female-presenting beings that were CLEARLY underage for their species. The third is in the fresher for some kriffing reason.
“Next time I’m just going to shoot them as soon as we get down here. Easy enough to cover that up in this criminal ridden cesspool.”
Fox was keeping an eye on the door while making promises to himself in the privacy of his muted external speakers when his day started to look up.
Because walking into the club was one Quinlan Vos.
Fox licked his lips.
This time the Jedi was wearing a backless top that only had fasteners around the neck and waist, leaving so much delicious skin bared to all and sundry. With his regular skin tight leggings, knee high leatheris boots and matching gloves. Gold dripped from his locs, ears, and enveloped his neck and upper arms.
Truly a sight to see.
Vos immediately caught sight of Fox, as hard as he wasn’t trying to hide in his shiny armor, and perked up as if he could tell that it was Fox.
Jedi osik.
He gave a little wave of his fingers before sauntering over to a syndicate head sitting not too far from Fox’s chosen position.
Fox elected to enjoy the impressive seduction of a stupid moronic criminal instead of keeping too close of an eye on his charges. What can he say, he’s a vod of simple pleasures.
That’s why he’s going to blame Vos as the reason why he didn’t notice the fresher senator suddenly appearing right next to him.
Their species was irrelevant, probably human-adjacent, but they were taller than Fox and decided to loom over Fox. Poor choice really.
Fox tuned out of whatever they were saying. Honestly, after one senator talked osik the rest kind of just filter right back out into space. No need to waste brain power. He had better things to think about.
At this moment? That was about the shiny Vos rescued from being outnumbered on one of the lower levels. With a smile even. Charge sent him holos because he was a good vod’ika. Vos looked good angrily protecting the Guard.
Perhaps that is also why Fox didn’t realize the danger until it was already acting.
The kriffing senator pulled off his bucket. And then had the audacity to startle at Fox’s appearance. He was a clone for kriff’s sake, they all look the same. (Fox had amber eyes and early greying hair, but he was still a vod, the basics were all the same anyway.)
Fox blinked at the senator and decided to tune back in to what was going on, twitching his fingers to bring forth the memory of Lex fixing his gloves with deft fingers and a repurposed piece of metal as a needle. The captain somehow got their hands on cortosis and so now Fox’s hands could temporarily short out lightsabers should he need to.
Anyway.
“…you really are far too handsome to be hiding behind this drab helmet all the time. I think you should accompany me this evening as more than a guard…an escort perhaps?” The sleemo dropped their voice like it was supposed to be sexy but it mostly made Fox think about the semi-sentient moss he found in the basement of HQ.
Fox didn’t bother to reply, just cocked his head and looked back over to Vos and his attempts at seduction.
Warm brown eyes met his own, only this time there was no spark of attraction or challenge or curiosity like the last time, when Fox cornered him after the stake out. Instead there was an indignant anger, blazing furiously, and a glare boring holes in the senator still looming over Fox.
A shiver raced down his spine at the look.
Who knew the Jedi could be even sexier than before? Illegal. (And not in the way Fox’s existence was illegal, more in the way that Fox didn’t want to be more attracted to the Kiffar than he already was. Asshole.)
Unfortunately, to make his bad day into a horrible one, the looming senator decided that the shiver was in reaction to him instead of Vos, unbelievable, and leant further into Fox’s space, daring to caress Fox’s cheek like he was allowed to touch.
Fox shuddered at the image of other vode in the same position he was in now, but frozen with fear where Fox was starting to bristle with indignation. They weren’t ranked, and most of them were Fox’s Corries. How fucking dare?
Before he could decide how to deal with this (his leading choice was a blaster bolt to the head like the aide who tried to touch his shiny, but this was a senator and that might be slightly more suspicious), the senator pressed their lips to Fox’s.
Fox blinked.
Then the senator was halfway across the club, groaning in pain from being slammed into the wall of the bar area.
An expanse of brown skin flooded Fox’s vision as the club grew quiet, several eyes alighting on Fox and his unexpected protector.
“I don’t believe they said you could do that, ser.” Vos’ voice was deep and growly and Fox didn’t think he could be more attracted to a being before.
Fox blinked again and the senator was back, yelling at Vos until they were red in the face, blotchy and uneven, and the other two senators stayed where they were with their under-aged companions.
Vos stayed unaffected in the face of the vitriol, staring blandly as the offending senator got more and more worked up. Fox located his helmet and put it back on, using his HUD to start slicing into the clubs security and other various systems to do what he wanted.
Just when it looked like Vos was gearing up to do whatever he did to get the senator across the club after they kissed Fox, he cut the power and scrambled the bare of holo footage there was.
There was floundering and screaming and Fox just took his opportunity, darting forward with a thin durasteel blade Forge had made for him from her last foray into the scrap levels, and slit it right across the senator’s throat.
Fox wasn’t going to let them live after daring to think they had the right to his lips, but kriff if it wasn’t hot to watch Vos, unnecessarily, come to his rescue. So Fox figured he could do the senator the favor of a quick death.
They didn’t even gurgle, just collapsed into the ground with a slump.
Thank the waters for dark-vision HUDs.
Fox flicked the lights back on.
Surprisingly, there was less screaming with a body on the floor with the lights on than with no body and the lights off.
Whatever.
Not his problem.
Fox nodded to Vos, who didn’t look surprised, but was looking Fox up and down with furrowed brows and a down turned mouth. That was a later problem.
“Senators, we’ll have to cut this trip short. I need to call a squad to come investigate the death of Senator…that guy. Please come with me to the lift.” Fox had already asked for Squad Gator when he cut the lights, and Sher said they were barely a minute out so he wasn’t concerned with closing the club down or any other procedures to secure the scene.
The two nodded looking vaguely wrong colored for their perspective races, but Fox generally wasn’t concerned with the health of natborns as a rule.
But he knew he had Back-up on them both so he could take the walk to the lifts to make sure they kept their filthy lying mouths shut about what happened right before the other senator was “assassinated”.
Fox ignored Vos and walked his two charges back the way they came only an hour ago.
His horrible day was already looking up.
--
Vos did find him later, much to his pleasure.
The kriffer somehow managed to scale several floors to duck into Fox’s office via window with a well-practiced tuck and roll. Hot.
“Fast thinking back there, Commander Sexy.” Were the first words out of his mouth, the shabuir.
Fox just raised his eyebrows and smiled blandly, signing another form with a senator’s signature to approve a shipment of rations to the Guard.
Somehow not having a Jedi meant that Fox had to find other ways to get his Corries the supplies they needed. Easily doable when Fox had access to so many natborns who were very careless with their datawork.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, General.” Fox tapped his bare fingers along his repurposed desk, feelings of determination and desire for approval pinging in his brain.
(His kih’vode had found the desk for him while on patrol and fixed it up all nice and pretty. There were several spots all over it with nice memories, images, and feelings for Fox to invoke whenever he needed them.)
“I’ve been in my office all evening doing datawork.”
Vos laughed and flopped onto Fox’s beloved sentient eating couch, making a sinful groan of comfort and wiggling in to a more settled sprawl.
Fox licked his lips while Vos had his eyes closed.
Idly, he wondered what it would be like if he dragged Vos to the desk and rode him like an eopie, what kind of impression would that leave on the surface. Would Fox see bare expanses of brown skin? Would he feel the warmth of a body below his? The delicious fullness of being properly full?
He licked his lips again, tongue slipping into his mouth just in time for Vos’ eyes to open lazily.
“I’m a Jedi, handsome. You might be able to fool the average natborn, but not a Jedi. Like I said the first time we met, a super nova hiding in the shadow of a large sun.” Vos drawled, stretching out not unlike a tooka before settling again.
“I see. Well I will neither confirm nor deny my involvement in whatever it is you may be asking about.” Fox grinned and laughed at the smoldering look Vos flicked at him.
“I don’t know if that makes you more or less attractive.” Vos grumbled and Fox giggled under his breath while signing an approval for the formation of a Massiff Squad. Hound would probably enjoy have a legal reason to bring his little herd of massiff puppies around the general public. Could be useful if trained the right way too.
“Mmm. Thank you for saving Kirk last Primeday.” Fox made sure to continue doing what he was doing even as he felt a pleased surprise start to invade his office. Stupid Jetii with their stupid Force osik.
“How are they doing? They were really upset when I dropped them off at the Guard Barracks.”
Fox smiled to himself.
“Better now. I had them reassigned to the prison and Stone is having a grand time with having a new protégé to follow him around like a quaduck. Kirk keeps pestering us when he’ll be able to thank you properly. It’s driving Spock nuts.”
Vos hummed happily and gave Fox a wide smile with closed eyes…and dimples?
“I’m glad he’s okay. Maybe I’ll swing by the prisons to check for myself, if that’s alright with you, Commander Competent.” Vos leered at Fox, but it was clearly done playfully and he couldn’t help but enjoy the twitch in his DC at the compliment. (A praise kink? Him? Who would have guessed.)
“If you can get in without any of my Guard seeing you then I don’t see a problem. More of a reason to assign them to awareness training. They need it.”
“Not everyone can be as vigilant as you, commander. Some of them like the little surprises in life.” Vos started to use his Force bathakark to float random detritus that Fox has hidden away like little treasures.
Luckily Back-up was always on his person and therefore immune to Vos’ Force shenanigans (allegedly).
Fox just enjoyed watching nimble fingers smoothly moving in the air as if Vos was playing some sort of keyed instrument. What else could he do with those fingers?
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me, Commander?”
“Maybe.” Fox purred, grinning when Vos faltered and dropped a flimsi weight on his head, turning to look at Fox with wide eyes. His pupils were so blown Fox could barely make out the pupil, and his qukuuf glittered beautifully in the office’s dim lightening.
It wasn’t new. Fox flirting with Vos, but he’s never been quite so forward about his sex related thoughts before. At least not with the topic of them. Thorn, if you listen to him, has heard too much about them.
Vos recovered admirably well, carefully lowering the rest of his toys and choosing to stare Fox down with his own dirty thoughts clear in the way Vos was looking at him.
Props to him, he stayed lounging on the couch, simply resituated to make it fairly obvious that his tight leggings were tenting.
Fox licked his lips.
A short growl came from Vos’ throat and he emphasized his growing problem with a thrust of his hips.
Yeah.
Fox wanted to equally bend Vos over his desk and ride him until he was incoherent.
But.
Just because Vos was being more open and friendlier with the vod’ike didn’t mean that Fox was ready to give in to his thoughts.
“And thank you for your assistance with my trooper in the club. It was unneeded but appreciated.”
In the span of a single snap, Vos’ stance went from horny and flirty to happy and jubilant, pants still obviously tented but easily ignored.
Interesting.
“Completely my pleasure, my darling Commander. The senator had it coming. Regardless of who was or wasn’t the one they were assaulting.”
Fox paused. Furrowed his brows. Cocked his head.
“Assaulting?”
Vos looked surprised.
“They kissed you without permission or consent. That’s assault.”
Fox pursed his lips and darted his gaze back to his datawork requesting more units for the security of the upcoming Senatorial Gala.
Units.
“Those laws don’t apply to us, General.”
Vos flinched as if he had been physically struck across the face.
“Clones are not considered sentient, more akin to blasters than the soldiers we actually are, at least in the eyes of the general public.”
“How the kriff aren’t you consider sentient? Every single one of you is so bright and vibrant and unique. You are obviously a People, connected by a shared culture and kriffing language! Who in the Force is denying you sentientship?”
Wow.
From horny to incensed with a single sentence. That had to be a first for Fox. In fact, the pleasant bulge in Vos’ pants had completely dissipated. A shame because Fox had enjoyed seeing a physical reaction of his flirting.
Pity.
Also.
Somehow, Vos managed to rocket his fuckability somehow even higher by getting so mad at imaginary beings calling Fox and his Vode non-sentient.
“You don’t pay very much attention to politics, do you, General Vos?” It was an honest question that somehow confused the haran out of the man on his couch. The confusion so thick it felt like Fox could take a decent bite out of it. (He wondered if it would taste good?)
“What does politics have to do with it?” Vos spat the word politics like it was a disgusting word and Fox had to laugh. Only he would somehow find the one Jedi who wasn’t up to date on the state of the Vode and their position as legal slaves. Even kriffing Guardian knew about it.
The poor Jedi was always so sad when Stone nonchalantly mentions their lack of sentiency. (Note to self: figure out what the kriff was going on with all that. Did Stone also have a crush/attraction to a Jedi? Could they BOND over this? Fox sure hoped so.)
“I suggest you look up the transcript of the Senate meeting that confirmed the existence of the GAR and the subsequent indoctrination of the Clones as their only troops save for a few natborns in positions of authority. If you really want a good read, look at the charter of regulations for clone troopers and the pyramid of authority.” Fox hummed, going back to his datawork as Vos started to understand the sheer gall of the Senators trying to pretend they’re better than slavers simply because they hide behind the question of if clones are considered sentient or not.
It’s not slavery if the beings in question aren’t beings.
Fox always liked to compare them to chattel. Born and bred to fight and die in a war they had no stakes in. It’s not like the Republic ever said the Vode would get their personhood at the end of the war. Not like the Separatists said they’d grant rights to cloned peoples if they won either.
Fox honestly didn’t give a kark who won the war. He just cared that his vode lived.
Vos nodded dully, flicking out his comm to send a message to someone about something before clearing his throat and refocusing on Fox.
“So how close am I to finally learning your name, Commander?” There was no quirky nickname this time. Pity.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out, General Vos.” Fox smiled at his companion before focusing more on his datawork and updated some of his Back-up as several Guard started to ping in updates from various patrols.
“I’ll just keep putting the work in. I don’t think I’ve been this curious about something in a long time, so you’re stuck with me, Commander.” Vos peeled off one of his gloves and rubbed his bare hand along the material, smiling to himself with every movement.
If it were Fox, he’d say the Jedi was seeing the memory of Thorn and Stone arguing over who needed to take Chief Dried Jogan Duty for the day and devolving into deciding via scuffle. (Stone won.) Or Kirk and Spock earnestly telling Fox about their new plan to help Stone quell riots via art therapy. Or maybe Fox himself working to some release after their last meeting.
The options were endless, but always positive. Negativity was not allowed on the Sentient-Eating Couch. Fox said so.
It was a nice way to pass the evening of a relatively horrible day.
Rated M, 1362 words, pre relationship: Quinlan Vos/Commander Fox
Fox goes back in time to before Geonosis. He has a chance to prevent some pain for his brother, and collect an asset who can help him get ahead of the war.
(please don’t panic for time zone reasons, it’s literally just past 6am here in WA but I’m getting this put early, because I have brain cells rn and that isn’t guarenteed!)
Also on AO3
@foxquinweek - day 6 (alt): "There are at least 17 ways this could have gone better. Literally. I'm counting them right now, you moron."
@clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard Bingo: time loop
Fox
Fox is having a good day.
He wakes up after a solid six hours of sleep. The caf is hot and freshly made. He starts his morning already up-to-date on his flimsiwork. He attends a briefing between the Chancellor and several Senators and is entirely ignored. There are no major security incidents. Even the traffic is no worse than usual.
It is a good day. Exactly the same as yesterday, and exactly the same as tomorrow. They are all exactly the same now, barring his own minor variations.
Good days come so rarely; he refuses to let this one end.
...
Quinlan
Quinlan is having a bad day.
He would say that he’s having several bad days, except that is the problem. It is a bad day; singular. Repeated ad nauseum.
Time loops are rare but not unheard of among the Jedi, so it only takes meditation and a few experiments to identify his objective. Unfortunately, he can’t do it alone. He needs the assistance of the Coruscant Guard Marshal Commander.
Said Commander is avoiding him.
Said Commander is avoiding him, in new and interesting ways each ‘day’ so Quinlan knows the man is actively being difficult.
found you beneath your own grave
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115658
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Relationship: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos
Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Quinlan Vos
Additional Tags: Blackouts, Amnesia, missing time, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no order 66, Find the Chip fic, Coruscant Undercity, Undercity Dwellers, The Worst Thing Is Missing Your Date, Jedi Nonsense
Language: English
Words: 2,899
Summary:
Fox wakes up and doesn't know where he is. That's okay. The Guard has protocol for this.
The Guard doesn't have protocol for suffocating. But Fox has a shadow looking for him.
For @foxquinweek FoxQuin Week: "I will always find you."
Hitting the following bingo cards:
@clonefandomevents Fox Bingo: Chem Use, Amnesia, Free Space (Coruscant’s Depths)
@clonefandomevents Corrie Bingo: Free Space (Coruscant’s Depths), No O66
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos
Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Quinlan Vos, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Force Bond (Star Wars), That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), The Force Is Weird (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox-centric, POV CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1010 | Fox Kills Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Fights
Series: Part 7 of FoxQuin Week 2024
Summary:
Fox's Jedi is missing and he is not taking it well at all. If Vos will not return soon someone will die.
Written for the alternate prompt, Fox kills Palpatine. Woooo!!!! The Sith is dead!!!
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"In my defense," Fox says slowly, carefully choosing his words. "I didn't mean to."
It's not a very good defense. In fact, it's a pretty shit one. It's the kind of defense that the Prosecutor's office usually hopes a defendant will blurt out when they're taken in for questioning, because it makes their job easy. (At least, that's the impression he's gotten from working with the Prosecutor's office in the past.)
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General Quinlan Vos looks at him, looks at the remains of the body on the floor. Looks back up at him. "Sorry, can we back up to the part where he exploded and the Force instantly got ten times lighter? Because I'm stuck on the part where he exploded and the Force suddenly got ten times lighter."
"I wouldn't know that, sir, I can't feel the Force," Fox replies, sneaking another glance at the remains of the Chancellor's dead body. Yeah, that was the Chancellor once, that's for sure. "I'll have to defer to your judgment regarding that."
General Vos laughs at that. It sounds... a little high-pitched, a little strangled. "You just saved the galaxy from a Sith Lord, Commander, you don't need to call me sir."
Fox has no idea how those two things are meant to be linked. Or what a "Sith Lord" is. Weren't they evil Jedi, or something? Was the Chancellor a rogue Jedi?
... Yeah, he's not about to ask General Vos that one. Fox hasn't gotten as far as he is by asking questions. Although, to be fair, where he "is" is the Chancellor's office after having killed the Chancellor, so maybe he should be asking more questions.
"Kriff, this is gonna give Mace such a bad headache," General Vos says after a moment of silence from Fox. He laughs again. It still sounds a little strangled. "Right, well, you'll probably need to come to the Temple, Commander, so we can make sure you're safe as we sort out the red tape surrounding this. It's going to be a little complicated, as historically, it's only the Jedi who are legally allowed to take action regarding Sith Lords, but I'm sure Madam Nu will figure something out. Maybe there's a Good Samaritan law we can use, since I was here, and you were technically protecting me."
What. "What?"
General Vos looks up to meet his eyes. He's starting to look a little concerned. "Legal protection, Fox. Are you okay? Were you injured in the explosion?"
"I'm fine, sir," Fox starts, then pauses, tries to figure out how to delicately ask this. Fails. Okay, whatever, he's already screwed, kark it. "I just killed the Chancellor of the Republic. Why are you trying to protect me from the consequences?"
"I mean, the Chancellor of the Reoublic was a Sith Lord. You just killed a Sith Lord." General Vos paused, presumably to let that sink in. Unfortunately, Fox has no idea what that means, so the only thing that sinks in is the realization that he's missing something big. "That's justifiable, you know, you shouldn't be punished for it."
Fox blinks. Stares. Tries to formulate a response. Fails. The Jedi is obviously going to be stubborn about this. Maybe it's just best to go along with things, for now.
Kriffing Jedi.
"Whatever you think is best, sir," he finally says. He's certainly not going to complain about not getting decommissioned, no matter how weird the reasoning behind it. "I'll follow your lead."
(And… maybe that thought is a bit fonder than it should be. Maybe. But he’ll never admit it out loud.)
Also on AO3
@foxquinweek - day 3: "Technically it wasn't on fire" "Of course it wasn't on fire! You completely blew it up!"
“I thought I told you two that this mission is highly sensitive. I thought I told you to investigate quietly. I thought I told you, explicitly, not to set any fires, metaphorical or literal. So please explain to me why the Senate Dome is half blown up!”
“It’s not our fault, we were careful.”
“Only, when we went to investigate the Chancellor’s office, someone else was already there –”
“– in the middle of the night, mind you –”
“– on a holocall with Count Dooku –”
“– while wearing an ominous hooded black robe –”
“– telling him all our military strategies –”
“– and being called ‘my Lord’.”
“Then he saw us and drew a red lightsaber –”
“– so Fox shot him –”
“– and the Chancellor blew up.”
“To clarify, the figure with the bad cosplay was Palpatine. He didn’t just explode spontaneously.”
“…tell me you at least have evidence. Something we can use to justify this?”
“Of course; we’re professionals. We finished the rest of the investigation first.”
