Hey. Reply to this post with your clone OC if I have permission to use them as once off characters in an O66 fic, and also to feed me your OCs, because I genuinely love talking OCs
Tw: corrie guard abuse, references to suicide, references to upsetting canonical events
Dear Fox,
Stop ignoring my comms. Do you know how hard it was to get physical letters from this far out in deep space? The courier laughed!
Your (irritated) brother,
Dear Ponds,
Ponds.
...
You misspelled irritating.
Regards,
CC-1010 "Fox",
Marshall Commander,
Dear Foxiest fucker this side of wild space,
Coruscant Guard Division.
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You're alive! That's good. I wasn't sure, you see, because you've been ignoring my kriffing comms since we shipped out. I worry about you, yknow? Tell me about coruscant, and maybe I'll tell you about my jedi ;)
With love,
Dear Ponds,
Ponds.
...
Coruscant is big.
Regards,
CC-1010 "Fox",
Marshall Commander,
Dearly detested batchmate o mine,
Coruscant Guard Division.
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That's fair. I forgot to specify. What's the best part of the Coruscant posting? What's the worst? Cmon, vod. I miss you.
Beginning to get worried,
Dear Ponds,
Ponds.
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The best part of coruscant is the food. We get real food, feel jealous. The worst part of coruscant is that people know where to find my comm number and post box.
Regards,
CC-1010 "Fox",
Marshall Commander,
Dear Fox,
Coruscant Guard Division.
...
Paperwork hasn't killed your spirit yet! Good! I got assigned to Windu - purple saber, killed Prime? It's a weird feeling. He keeps treating us like natborns.
Your batchmate, who might even have rights,
Dear Ponds,
Ponds
...
I got a glass vase thrown at my head, no bucket, yesterday, for telling a senator that a shiny refusing to be their replacement maid was not an offence worthy of decomissioning.
Coruscant is more formal than General Windu, evidently. I got a demerit for giving my name as Fox instead of CC-1010 in an 'informal' meeting with a senator 'concerned for clone welfare'. Three of those and I'm put up for reconditioning.
We don't get bacta. There was a prison riot, yesterday, and half my men were injured. I watched two bleed out from wounds that would've been fine if our medics had any kriffing supply restock in the last twelve rotations.
I'm glad you like your jedi. The ones that come here are very formal, and they never stay long. The Chancellor is worried about a coup; I have been instructed to minimise contact with them at all costs, to retain separation of powers between the military command structure and the civilian one. I didn't want to ask if that includes meeting front line brothers; the Red Guard tend to lash out when I ask too many questions, and the Chancellor can't (won't?) stop them.
Dear Ponds,
I lost a brother to their own blaster today.
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I have been reprimanded for spending resources on letters. This will be my final message.
Regards,
CC-1010 "Fox",
Marshall Commander,
Coruscant Guard Division.
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Wolffe_104: Why do we even bother? Vod, I'm here when you want to make time. Until then, I've got a battalion to run.
Pretty-Fly-For-A-Bly: Ponds won't stop comming me. He's pretty worried about you. We all are. Everything okay?
King_Cody_Droidkicker: Fox, I know you're busy filling the drunk tank, but we miss you, asshole. Answer your comm.
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User_CC_1010: You tattled? Seriously?
Pond-Scum: Fox! I was worried, you bastard.
User_CC_1010: Ponds, seriously, I've been in the medbay. Some of us have actual work to do. Leave me be.
Pond-Scum: Medbay? You're on Coruscant. What on earth happened?
Pond_Scum: Fox?
Pond_Scum: Fox?!
>the comm number you are attempting to contact has been disconnected or has blocked you.
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User_CC_1010: I'm sorry, vod. I'm so fucking sorry.
>the comm number you are attempting to contact has been disconnected or has blocked you.
What if, concept, Fives didn't go to a bar and then to his doom? For day one of whumptober, imagine: he just straight up captures commander fox, ties him to a chair in his own office, and monologues at him.
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