#sergeant fox

[purplemoonfox]

So apparently the Fox in Galaxy of Heroes is not Commander Fox, it’s Sergeant Fox of the 501st, but the whole thing is ridiculously sketchy and now my headcanon is

The Corries supplement the half of the 501st that went with Ahsoka, and Anakin is a whole bitch entering his bitch era so he demoted Fox to Sergeant for Knightfall because, as has been established, Anakin is a little shit

And clones canonically cannot lie for shit so it’s just a halfassed cover story to explain why he didn’t shoot Bail Organa

[hastalavistabyebye]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fox wakes up on a strange planet. He doesn't know how he arrived here. He doesn't understand anything about this place, outside of the fact that it is deeply dangerous and that it wants to hurt him, by any means possible. But it must be a nightmare. It wouldn't be the first time that his dreams want to kill him anyway.

It might look real but it's just a dream.

Fox wakes up on a strange planet. He isn't alone.

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Happy Fox day everybody ! I still have a few minutes before being late but it's still on time xD

This fic also doubles down as my submission for one of @cloneshiprarepair's pairing of the month, Cmdr Fox/Sgt Fox :D

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[Fox babysitting the 501st]

Kickback: How old do you think I am?

Striker: Kickback, age doesnt matter.

Striker: You can die at any time.

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Tag: I’m not an idiot, I just lack all common sense.

Tag: Like, I can build an entire flying ship with complex circuitry.

Tag: But you can bet that I’ll be doing the Tide Pod challenge.

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Ringo: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Attie: Thank you for your sacrifice, Contrail.

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Nax: I know it's sad but death is a natural part of life and by the time I finish this sentence, a hundred people will have died in Lothal.

Matchstick, visibly distressed: WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING-

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Fox, playing with Ridge: Axe, where are you going?

Axe: To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.

Ridge: And who's that?

Axe: Myself, Rid.

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Hil: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Echo: I know, that's why I always carry two.

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Jinx: Hi :).

The 501st:

Jinx: Everyone's bones are wet.

Fox: Why would you say that?

Jinx: Nobody was saying hi back :(.

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Fox: You're a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm not. Am i a cannon? probably yeah, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me, Fox?

Kix: I think you play by your own rules.

Jesse: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Fox: And those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.

Echo, pointing at Fives: He's the loose cannon.

Fives: *smashes a chair*

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Fox: Why can’t y'all just get along?

Vaughn: Because most of us are assholes, Commander.

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Echo, holding a knife: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound which means the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Fives: If you want information it is.

Attie: Why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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Echo: We should normalize not loving family members.

Dogma: You can just say “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever.

Dogma: Talk like a normal person.

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Kano: Remember what I told you.

Contrail: Don’t be a cunt.

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Attie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

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Hawk, to Dogma: ARE YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: KIDDING ME?! YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: IDIOT!

(silence)

Appo: What was that?

Jesse: Fox banned Hawk from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

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Swoop: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

S. Fox:

Swoop: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

S. Fox: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking froot loops.

—————— Tucker: "you should be at the club" Tucker: I can't go to the club, I'll be in there saying shit like "perchance" and "thrice"

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Boomer: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

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Echo: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons.

Fives: Bet you I can!

Fox sipping caff while checking to make sure Rex and Cody are still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper:

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Fox, entering the kitchen:

Fox, sees Hardcase: What are you doing?

Hardcase: Oh, I was just gonna light this chicken on fire to see if it turns into a phoenix.

Fox: It's 3 am...

Hardcase: *puppy eyes*

Fox, sighs: We can try it later

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Fox: Is anyone d-

Kix: Depressed?

Dogma: Drained?

Voca: Dumb?

Fives: Disliked?

Fox: -done with their work...

Fox, calling Rex: What is wrong with you kids...

[price-ofthe-job]

Sir, respectfully, the asks you’re receiving are amusing in their unpredictability, and I’m surprised you’re holding out the patience to respond.

Seems you’re fairly popular to bother on and off duty, aye Captain?

-Sergeant Fox

I do not mind most of them. Minus the one who decided to sexually assault me.

[rooksunday]

mountain climbing - fox (cc) & fox (sgt)

this takes place post-garlympics (did u know that having an established verse means you can just write in it? whenever you want?)

Back on Coruscant, when Fox had dared to imagine a life after the war—for others, if not himself—he'd thought of cities. A hazy, imagined city that would absorb his Corries with benign indifference, where they might become safely anonymous, and live and die as unremarkably as any other citizen in that quiet place. The idea had brought Fox the only peace he'd ever had; during unending patrols around the Senate Rotunda, he'd slide his internal gaze sideways to that world, where Thorn had a favourite supermarket, where Stone collected speeder plates, where Thire made his way through every tenday gym trial like rot on a meiloorun.

The quotidian of the galaxy had never been so for clones. Fox had wanted it for his Corries like a nattie child grabbing for sweets.

Then Quorum had produced The Idea.

Then—

The future that had arrived, far sooner than Fox had been prepared for, looked nothing like Coruscant or Kamino, and Fox had struggled to find his place in it. He hadn't ever expected to have to find his footing in the future, being certain that some event or other would sweep his legs out from under him long before that might be a concern. Yet there he was, on Home, living shoulder to unarmoured shoulder alongside nearly everyone else with his face.

Little wonder he'd started to run, really. Though, for all the klicks he crossed, he'd kept finding himself back where he'd started.

He'd figured it out eventually, even if it'd taken an intervention from Cody to point out that if Fox had survived the war only to get eaten by Home's native fauna— Well. It would've made Thorn sad.

Fox would've surrendered a lot more than night running to save Thorn from sadness.

All of which had brough Fox to his latest—daytime—venture. Hands on his hips, he peered over the lip of the cliff that had looked much shorter when he'd been farther away.

That'll be the perspective, he didn't need Thorn to say. Thankfully, Thorn had stayed at home—lower case 'h'—to work on his plaited loaf. An additional incentive for Fox to survive the day.

"Yes, yes," Fox muttered. Wiping sweat from his eyes, he looked at his companion. "Jet packs would work just as well."

"But would they be as fun?" Other Fox asked, a gleam in his familiar eye.

Fox—Superior Fox, should anyone ask—found himself grinning back. Still, one concern remained.

"If Thorn asks, I'm helping you with your Journeyman Protector training," he said.

"Of course, ori'vod."

"Don't call me—"

Bastard Fox (Junior) shoved Original And Best over the cliff with one hand, bracing the belay rope with the other. His cackling followed Fox all the way down.

[aahsokaatano]

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.

[rose-blooms-red]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sterling and Koho start a brief training for desk work on Coruscant, they meet Sgt. Fox.

Sterling regrets his life choices.

[blazesurrender]

I have another bingo! Bacara/Sergeant Fox for the Character Bingo for @cloneshipweek

Downtime. Bacara loathes downtime. Downtime gives him too much time to think, and thinking inevitably leads to troublesome thoughts about endless ‘what if’ scenarios.

‘What if’ Bacara’s feelings—back when he’d held Sergeant Fox’s rapt attention—had been recognized for what they were. ‘What if’ his little Fox had reacted with enthusiasm. ‘What if’ they’d died together in battle, defending each other. What if, what if, what if…

His chrono beeps, indicating that his sleep cycle is ended and he needs to report for duty. He braces himself and shoves the ghosts of ‘what if’s away. They’re not conducive to efficiency, and they’re both better off if neither of them dwells on the impossible possibilities.

Unfortunately, Sergeant Fox retains some stubbornness that couldn’t be stamped out—only controlled. When Bacara’s comm blinks at him insistingly he’s obligated to check it.

Stifling his expression into his usual grim glare, he moves to take it in a private briefing room. The joy in his heart at seeing his little Fox’s smug smile is tempered by anxiety. “What’s going on, Sergeant?”

Fox’s smirk flickers away and he straightens his posture. His expressive eyes are the only indicators of his muted emotions. “I wanted to update your intel. Word just got in that there’s a Separatist campaign targeting one of our blaster factories. Take word to your General?”

A sharp jerk of his head is all he returns to his little Fox, afraid that if he speaks, he might choke on his thoughts and that would be a disastrous breach of protocol. It’s bad enough that he wishes he’d spoken up to have Fox assigned with his marines. It’s worse that he actually acknowledged his feelings to himself.

He shakes himself off and politely thanks Fox for the intel update, before closing the comm. he takes a deep, shuddering breath. Bacara has work to do.