When Fox found the sloppily filed paperwork to renew the Jedi Order's permit for a Class S Bioweapon he thought it was a joke. The carefully worded reply he received to his even more carefully worded response to the origin form was even more baffling.
He didn't actually have a reason to deny it--in fact, with the war on, technically the Jedi didn't even need to go through him for weapons permits, even for such extreme ones--but he couldn't stop the rampant curiosity.
Finding out the permit was so they could keep custody of a Jedi was...not the answer he was expecting.
Cody's General, he realized, by carefully comparing records, and confirmed that Cody, and in fact nearly all of the other Commanders, were well aware of that fact.
"He doesn't like to advertise it, obviously, but it's too useful against the Darksiders Dooku keeps shoving at us not to take advantage," was Cody's casual response, as if a Jedi being a Stewjoni was of no significance.
The thing about Obi-Wan Kenobi was...he was everywhere. On the front, playing media darling on some newly liberated world, and on Coruscant, stalking through the halls of the Senate to plead for more resources and support for the war.
Fox would be lying if he claimed he hadn't even paid attention to him--he wouldn't? He was beautiful, an accomplished warrior, and one of the most outspoken pro-clone advocates among the natborns.
Knowing he wasn't a person, by Republic standards, was...Fox wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't a person, his Vod'e weren't, the Jedi had to be.
And, yet, here was not just a non-sentient, but a restricted weapon, braving the very heart of the Republic time and again.
Surely anyone else who knew, or even suspected, could see he was a predator underneath that veneer, that there was some feral edge in his eyes as he verbally sparred with the Senators. Fox could, now that he knew to look.
It somehow only made Kenobi seem more beautiful.
(If Fox, sometimes, imagined what it would be like to see Kenobi physically tear into some of those Senators the way he verbally could, well, who would blame him for a daydream or five?)
He approved the renewal, burying it so far down that it would be next to impossible for anyone else to notice.
