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Happy 10/10 Fox day to all my fellow Fox Fiends

I wrote a small drabble to mark the occasion.

Fox’s day starts out better than expected

It wasn’t yet light and there are very few people around this early in the morning. He doesn’t bother putting on his helmet as he makes his way through HQ and each of the Guards he passes gives him a nod or a smile or a quiet ‘good morning Commander Fox.”

He wasn’t meant to be in duty yet but Thorn had been caught up in a situation with two Senators, which he promised he’d fill Fox in on later, but that led to Fox having to cut his sleep short and take over Thorn’s shift in the prison.

If he was going to function on less than three hours sleep, then he needed the good caf and not the sludge that came out of the machine in the mess hall.

His feet automatically took him to his usual place and he stared forlornly at the closed sign for a good few seconds, before someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Commander, this place doesn’t open for another two hours, but there is some where that is open.”

Fox wasn’t sure what this troopers name was, there’d been such a turn over recently that it broke his heart. The sooner they arrived from Kamino, young and full of life and excitement, the sooner Coruscant sucked them dry and sent them back defeated and broken.

He must have looked at the young trooper for a little too longer without saying anything, because he shuffled awkwardly on his feet.

“Would you like me to show you where it is, Commander?”

Fox smiled grateful: “Lead the way.”

They walked in silence, but it was a companionable silence, and when they turned the corner and Fox saw the welcome warm light from the caf house windows, he thanked the trooper and asked for his name.

Even if they weren’t destined for long on this sith spit planet, he’d make sure to remember as many of them as he possibly could.

He’d still been thinking about the injustice of it all, when he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the warmth of the air contrasting wonderfully with the coolness of a few moments before and he stands there breathing in the scent of the freshly ground caf.

The few people inside looked up as he entered and it was then that he realised he hadn’t put his helmet on before entering, but they just smiled at him and he —- well he wasn’t used to civilians smiling at him, so he pulled on his helmet and headed straight for the counter.

The women smiled at him too: “What can I get for you, Commander?”

The only way she could know he was a Commander, was if she was familiar with their uniform, and that kind of knowledge only came with spending time with clones.

“I’ll have a double shot of whatever’s brewing.”

She moved about getting his order ready and he pulled out his credit chip ready the pay.

“Your credit’s not needed here.” She said, glancing over at him, and he froze.

He hadn’t seen any “NO CLONES” signs in the window, but then he hadn’t looked, he’d just walked in a over to the counter, but the civilians had smiled at him, and so had she, and they wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t welcome.

“I don’t understand, why don’t you want my credit?”

He must have sounded gruffer than he’d intended because her smile slipped slightly, but then she looked sad. Sliding his caf in a take away cup on the counter between them, she pointed at a chalkboard sign that clearly read:

“ALL GUARDS DRINK FOR FREE!”

The word Guards was written in red and white, like a candy cane.

“You protect us day in day out, all hours, this is least we can do.”

Fox was speechless.

This woman cared enough about his troopers that she would keep this caf house open all night to provide them with a safe haven and a necessary supply of caf.

“We’re not the only ones either.” She went on. “There are quite a few places throughout Coruscant now that don’t ask for payment and stay open for however long necessary.”

He’d never heard of this.

There was more than one place that did this?!

“We want you to know how much we appreciate what you do for us. I know it isn’t much, but it’s something.”

“It’s everything,” he croaked in response, his throat closing up a little at this completely unexpected kindness that had bowled him over from his blind side. “Thank you.”

“No, Commander.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

He stared at her dumbfounded for a long few moments, and then the outside door opened again, and a new customer walked in, shaking the cold off themselves.

Fox picked up his take away cup and turned away.

“I hope you come back again, maybe you could try one of the freshly baked cakes next time?”

“Thank you,” he said again, his brain reeling from the idea that there were good people on Coruscant who appreciated and respected what his troopers did for them on a daily basis.

The new customer smiled and him and wished him a good day, and he nodded back.

“Thank you.” he said yet again, and he genuinely meant it.

He’d started the day thinking that it would just be run of the mill, but it had been so far from that already. It gave him hope that today would be a good day after all.

It gave him hope that maybe Coruscant wasn’t so cursed after all.

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sorry for being tormented by visions. like it's my fault