#sergeant knox

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Sergeant Knox had a very interesting Easter

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Padawan Tano, this is Sergeant Knox from the 415th, reporting from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

Please refrain from passing on General Skywalker's training to the younglings and other Padawans in the Temple. It is frustrating the Guard and...."disrupting the peace".

If this was not you, please let us know of our mistake and we will swiftly correct it.

Sergeant Knox,

Master Skywalker assures me that everything he teaches is according to my level. Thus, I will refrain from passing on his teaching to initiates. If the guard has a problem with my masters teaching, and in my sharing it with my padawan friends, they should take it to the mats (I kind of want to see skyguy get his ass handed to him.)

Thank you,

Tano out!

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Made this for an event on OCSN rp but I'm posting it here to invite anyone who wants to make lovely spring outfits for their ocs ~ ♡

For anyone who might care, it's during TCW, but all are welcome.

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TALES OF THE TEMPLE GUARD --- ⚔

"Isolation"

Summary: After a rough week, Sergeant Knox takes time to confide in his General about the decisions he's made, how he feels and the friends he thinks he's losing. Word count: 619 Themes: Self-doubt, belonging, friendships, moral compass Author's note: Takes place during the events over on OCSN. Zee'na belongs to @zee-the-twi, Tah'nyem belongs to @tahny-andthe-diamonds, Torch belongs to @panther-os, and Commander Basilisk belongs to @cc-9261 on ocsn. Ace, Fracture and Vesha belong to me.

Why is everyone leaving at the same time?

One hip pressing against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, Sergeant Knox watches his General spar with another member of the Guard. He doesn’t need to announce his presence. She always knows when he’s there.

The hum of lightsabers dies and they bow to each other, the session ending. He waits until she passes him, then falls into step behind her. He follows her to her quarters and closes the door. She removes her mask, pulls the tie from her hair. Strands the color of fog fall past her shoulders.

“What is it this time, Knox?”

His jaw tightens. His feet carry him to the bed and he tosses the commlink to her open, waiting hands.

“Ace…” he sighs, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I can’t get into contact with him since he missed his check-in.”

He steps aside as she sits on the bed. When she pulls up her pant leg, he’s already moving, dropping to the floor, reaching under the bed for her tools like he’s done it a hundred times. He sets her heel in his lap and gets to work.

“And he disappeared right after the Gala, yes?”

“Yeah. Around the time I was-”

“Dancing with your girlfriend?”

Knox glances up at her with a raised eyebrow. Of course she knew. She always knew. “Yeah,” he brings his focus back to the prosthetic limb in his lap, hands steady despite the chaos inside. “Got a message from Zee’na. She said she was leaving, something about a ship. She sounded excited. I hope she’s safe.” “And what else?”

The tool in his hand stills. He leans back slightly, gaze drifting off to some distance point on the floor.

“I got a message from Tah’nyem, too,” he says quietly. “Courier droid.”

His grip on the tool loosens.

“She thinks it’s better if we don’t see each other anymore.”

He exhales slowly, the frown at the corner of his lips deepening. “She was…different yesterday. More open than usual.”

“She trusted me and I…”

A pause. 

“She helped me with something I shouldn’t have put on her.”

The tool turns over in his hand.

“She doesn’t agree with what I did. Said it didn’t make me any better than the man I-”

He stops, gaze dropping.

“I think I made a mistake, Vesha.”

The silence between them lingers longer than normal. She doesn’t say anything to him. She knows he needs this, and it doesn’t take him long to figure that out, too. His thumb brushes idly over the tool in his hand and he takes another breath.

““Fracture is still at C-block, the new kid is off with Torch’s unit. Even Commander Basilisk is shipped out by now. Everyone’s gone, left at the same time.”

“And I’m here.”

“Standing watch, walking the halls… playing with younglings while the rest of my brothers are out there actually doing something that matters.”

He doesn’t look up, grip tightening on the tool again, just slightly.

“I just...I want to matter, Vesha. I want to know that what I’m doing here actually makes a difference in this war.”

Vesha studies him as he speaks. He can feel her eyes on him. She shifts, adjusting her leg as he resumes working on her prosthetic.

“Do not confuse visibility with value, Knox.”

His hands pause for a brief moment, then continue. She knows he’s listening. “This mistake you think you made, was it to make a difference? Do those who choose to stand beside you see it that way?”

Sergeant Knox swallows, the sound loud in the silence that settles between them again. Vesha says nothing more, and neither does he.

Tag List ♤: @zee-the-twi

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CORRIE WEEK -- DAY 7 || 10/16

SFW Prompts: "We're gonna get you home"

Short story typed up while at work. Not proof read, please forgive mistakes!

“Looks like an explosion at the central power generator.” Stone held a finger up to his comm. “En route.”

The panicked shouts of civilians in the crowded alleyways pounded in Knox’s ears, even through his plastoid helmet. His boots hit the duracrete, thundering just behind Commander Stone and the rest of the small squad of the Coruscant guard.

Knox's helmet briefly tipped in the direction of his commander, worry shielded by his visor.

About a year ago, the criminal Cad Bane had infiltrated the Jedi Temple in search of a holocron. Since then, it seemed the galaxy had come to see Coruscant as its singular enemy.

“Bane again, sir?”

“Don't know. If it is, he didn't wait long since he was last here," responded Stone as he motioned for the squad to break apart. “Focus on searching for civvies caught in the explosion.”

Stone and the squad didn't slow as they neared the site. Knox swiftly climbed the edge of the rubble where he had already spotted civilians struggling to their feet.

Heavy breath cycling through the inside of his helmet, Knox approached a survivor and slipped their arm over his shoulder, his other hand gripping the man's waist gently as he guided him to a safe distance.

The man leaning on him was limping and bleeding - or seemed to be. With all the ash and dust coating him, it was hard to tell if it was his.

They hobbled toward the others who were hauling the injured to safety, but the man clung to Knox, refusing to let go. “My…”

A cough.

“My daughter… she's in there.”

He could barely lift his finger, pointing in the direction of the rubble.

“Please, find her!”

Knox nodded and eased the man back against the wall, careful but firm.

His fingers raised to his comm. “Commander, how far out is Hound?”

“Still en route,” came Stone’s response, ragged through the fuzzy speaker. “Five minutes, maybe more."

Knox felt his heart skip. Five minutes could cost everything. They couldn't wait that long.

“Copy,” he said, and turned his visor toward the wreck of collapsed duracrete and twisted durasteel.

He could see smoke rosing over the buildings from fires blocks away. Panic had already spread across the district. He didn’t blame them.

Without another word, Knox climbed.

The rubble was dangerously uneven, shifting under his weight with every small movement. One hand braced against anything solid, the other keeping his balance as he moved through the rubble.

When Knox crouched to peer into a dark gap between two collapsed support beams, he could just make out a faint whimper from inside.

“Got something."

He laid himself down onto his stomach, exhaling slow and long as he wormed his way into the space, chunks of scrap grinding across his chest plate. The space was tight, hot. His helmet vents did little against the choking dust, but the faint sound came again, driving him forward.

Then he saw her.

Small, curled beneath a sparking piece of the generator, her arms tight around her knees and face streaked with soot and tears. Her eyes snapped toward him as he approached, wide and terrified.

Knox softened his voice immediately, despite the filter in his helmet. He held out a gloved hand.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re okay. We’re gonna get you home, alright?”

She didn’t answer but her small fingers slowly reached for his hand. When he clasped it, he felt her tremble.

Knox, hand in hand with the little girl, maneuvered carefully as he began inching them both backwards through the debris.

Despite his muscles screaming in protest at every shift and twist, he encouraged the girl to crawl just like him. More dust rained down with each movement, but he kept his body over hers, shielding her.

Above them, he could feel the destruction beginning to shift as his squad continued searching for survivors.

“Come on,” he breathed. “Not now, not yet.”

Just as the bent durasteel screamed above them, they broke through the rubble’s edge.

Fresh air hit his vents, and he coughed, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He backed away from the rubble, the girl still clutched tight to his chest as he sat up.

Her small frame was still shaking, but she was alive.

“Medic!” he barked, already waving one over. “Minor lacerations, major smoke inhalation, possible burns."

The girl clung tighter to him as the medic approached. Knox leaned down, speaking in a low voice.

“You’re safe now. Your dad’s waiting just over there.”

Her head turned slowly in the direction of his pointed finger, and he felt her posture slump, seemingly satisfied her father was safe.

Behind him, Knox heard the heavy gait of Sergeant Hound finally arriving and Grizzer’s snout already sweeping across the ruins.

“Glad you could make it,” Knox said, grinning through his helmet.

“Doesn't look like you need us,” Hound replied.

dividers by @saradika-graphics || @corrieweek

Knox stood, gently handing the girl to the medic. He said nothing, giving the rubble a final glance before joining the others, already scanning for the next survivor.

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BETTER 😌

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Struggling with trying to learn everything all at once. Really need to try not to do that because I end up putting a lot of pressure on myself >.<

Did this as a warmup but slipped into the "I have to practice muscles, perspective, coloring, clothing, all of it right now" mindset...

Still learning how to use procreate since I borrow a friend's iPad. Gotta fiddle with stabilizing so my hand doesn't jiggle the lines all over the place.

Tag List ♤: @zee-the-twi

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Silly little Knox and Ace angles and fabric, oh dear