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Leia stops at the middle of the room.
Fox stops as well, and they look at each other for a brief moment, before Leia unclips her lightsaber from her belt.
"Here", she says, and extends the saber to Fox. "Do you want me to go over basics, even though it looked liked you already knew what you were doing."
Fox raises an eyebrow at her.
"I think it's pretty instinctual for anyone who has any level of combat training, to know how to hold on to a weapon and wave it around", he says. "Though perhaps, that counts as me having the basics down."
"Definitely does", Leia says, and then thrusts the lightsaber closer to him. "Take it. I'm not going to lie, I'm not an expert either, since my source for most things regarding the Jedi has been either my brother and the stories my parents told me, but it's better than nothing."
"Considering your situation, I agree", Fox says. He finally reaches out, and takes the lightsaber carefully in his hand. He knows how to hold it the right way, just as Leia had seen before, and she suspects it's because he has seen more than one Jedi use them, despite the Guard not having a Jedi General assigned to them.
They do have her now, Leia's mind posits to her before she can think better of it. She is not a Jedi, nor is she aggined to the Guard officially, but she is a General, she has the Force, and the Guard is hers, now.
Close enough.
Leia nods at him.
"Ignite it", she says. Fox takes a slightly sturdier stance, before doing so.
The blade hums as it ignites, the sound feeling like a summer rain that precedes a thunderstorm. A weapon of protection, but a weapon still.
Leia listens to it for a moment, and smiles.
"It likes you", she tells him.
Fox looks at her, and then at the saber.
"Does it?" He asks. "Can you tell?"
"Yes. It feels at home in your hands, just as it does in mine", Leia explains. "The lightsaber itself is not sentient, as we think of what a sentient is, but as a sort of a conductor of the Force, the crystal in it forms a sort of bond to the wielder."
Fox tilts his head as he gives the saber a closer look.
"It's enough that it likes me?" He asks. "So that it doesn't care that it's me who is wielding it, and not you?"
Leia hesitates, before she answers.
"Mother and father would sometimes say that I remind them of you", she says. "Perhaps they were more correct than I thought."
Fox looks at her, then. There's a searching look in his eyes, though it's not unkind. Leia thinks he knows already, in a sense. Perhaps he has by now started to realise that there is something more in what he feels every time he thinks about her papa or mama.
Leia thinks she might have to tell him, if he asks. Answer yes if he asks if in the another life, that has already gone by for her but not yet arrived for them, he loved them.
Then, his eyes soften, and he hums.
"Clearly, they knew whose daughter you were", he says, a confirmation to everything. He smiles. It's just a quick flash, but a true one nevertheless.
Leia smiles back. She then straightens her back, and Fox does the same. It's time for business, now.
This time, she promises. For herself, for him, for everyone else. This time, they will win, right here.
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Captain is so done with his arc troopers flirting with each other every time they drink at the bar
Original post is this one! Thank you for amazing posts!!
https://x.com/cloner1ghts/status/1283366968418947072?s=46&t=lZlVnzbgIrQ3UueW5YLR6A
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The pics we took of my Jaster cosplay today!! I'm not fully satisfied with the helmet, but I might get a new one soon so yayy!
black and blue Mando is our goran
imperial royal guard and scout trooper from the 501st's French garrison
Photograph is Octa_Mizuki on Instagram
#star wars#jaster mereel#mandalorians#mando cosplay#star wars cosplay#jaster Mereel cosplay#star wars legends#jaster#mandalorian cosplay
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My little sister gets so upset that she reprimands people in her sleep, it's very funny because you'll be up for a glass of water in the middle of the night and she'll shout "Shut up and listen to me!" And then it's dead quiet. And I like to think that Commander Fox does that too, it just makes sense to me.
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im genuinely curious, why do people have SUCH a problem with cloneshipping? i mean i know none of those people are going to interact with this blog (hell, if they’ve seen this blog at all im 100% blocked) but like? it’s not that serious? like technically they’re all related, but they’re also literally all the same guy genetically (except for ones with mutations/enhanced traits) but they’re also all fictional? and all of them that are shipped are consenting adults so?????
anyways this community is really wholesome and i love yall
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Fi, wounded by a Zillo Beast: If I die, how much will you miss me?
Ordo, cracking his knuckles to fight the Beast with his bare hands: It's cute you think death can get you out of this relationship.
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I haven’t drawn Fi and Ordo for a long time, trying to focus my attention on my rare pair now 👉😤👈
Full version here
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she asked bushra btw
(the true CG experience is slowly realising that Fox is the most awkward and cringe person on the whole planet, but everybody keeps supporting her anyway)
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The silliest version of Darth Maul I've drawn so far
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This is how Rex knows that Cody’s landed safely on Coruscant.
Inspired by this post.
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LOUD.
a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU
Introspection fucking sucks, according to Commander Fox.
The thing about him is, he’s been made out to be a bastard and ever since their batch found their calling or whatever he’s embraced that role.
Every batch needed someone who didn’t secretly want to be cuddled, who pushed others away so he could keep track of the big picture.
Cody had competed for the role for a while. As did Wolffe.
For Cody, his heart, big and fragile once you got to know him, got in the way in the end. He sees the whole picture, craves it so he won’t go crazy from the losses. But he believes in people and their goodness.
Fox doesn’t.
Wolffe made the mistake of getting the galaxy’s best General. General Koon shits rainbows and glitter, from what Fox has been forced to listen to.
Fox has… the Chancellor.
He takes a swig of water and wishes it were something stronger. But Quin is on the other side of Fox’s desk, reading glasses ever so slowly slipping down his nose while he’s crunching and tracking the numbers to prove the Chancellor is, indeed, siphoning credits off the Republic to giftwrap them for the Seppies.
He takes another swig.
Wouldn’t surprise him if Palpatine turned out to be the villain of the whole story.
Brought Fox to drink with the kind attitude, the cruelty so expertly hidden from first glance, cushioned in false promises and support.
Hadn’t been pretty. But it had been easy. You go to the right places, people are only too willing to shell out for some drinks. Entertainment and morbid curiosity what brings a clone to their knees.
Some found the lisp he has because of the scar that ransacks through his lips and tongue endearing but most hadn’t bothered with wanting him talking.
Some wanted to inspect the changes in the Corrie armor up close and cozy.
If shit hadn’t already multiplied, Organa came flouncing into the Guard offices every two weeks with a new design like they were his little dress-up dolls.
The last design, the one that stayed, had a dummy connector installed in the backplate.
Fox hadn’t mentioned it. Had stewed over how the Guard, already isolated from the rest of the GAR, wasn’t even considered for the neural network that would make them more efficient, more deadly if activated. Treated like scum on a pedestal, overlooked and taken for granted.
Fox takes every advantage he can squeeze from that.
Every batch needs a willing loner who’s got the big picture in his head at all times and doesn’t care for the minutiae.
Fox had been comfortable in that role, really. He saw Thorn and Stone and Thire and the rest of them making friends and lovers and heartbreak, and that was the last fucking thing Fox wanted.
And then came Vos. Appearing from the shadows like a designer nightmare.
For such a short time they’ve sure gone through a lot together.
To the point Vos became Quinlan became Quin became Vos again became someone Fox clung to while fighting fucking addiction and the realization that he is stupid enough to become addicted.
No matter what Quin had said, Fox was supposed to be the pinnacle of cloning and artificially creating the perfect soldier. Addiction is a weakness and fault.
Fox almost did something extremely stupid over that one.
Turns out it’s all part of the sentient experience.
Fucking sucks.
Quin had laughed at that, ugly and bruised laughter, continuing to comb his fingers over Fox’s head. “Tell me about it.”
An eloquent way to say Quin was going through withdrawal himself.
They got outside help after that.
“Hey, Depa,” Quin murmurs absently after answering his comm, pushes his glasses up.
“Quinlan, is your line still secure?”
“‘Course. Especially after Fox got his grubby little hands all over it.”
Fox shows him the middle finger of one of his grubby little hands.
“Good,” General Billaba clips out. Quin straightens up, and maybe Fox’s attention isn’t misplaced here. “Good. Commander Cody was activated by the Sith Lord and he’s bringing Obi-Wan to Coruscant.”
Activated.
Quin is silent. Blinks up at the ceiling. “Can you run that by me again?”
“Quinlan, we have reason to be believe the Chancellor is the Sith Lord.”
Hah. Fox got that one right on his bingo card, at least.
Cody got activated.
As they’ve learned, the neural network - battlefield mediation, in fancy Kamino speak - is activated by a designated Force using GAR personnel. Surprisingly, the status is even an optional display on the screens of every trooper’s vambrace. Or not so surprisingly.
Cody got activated by the Chancellor. Who is the Sith Lord the Order has been hunting.
Fox will deal with that later or never, whatever comes first.
He’s comming the Guard all across the planet, checking the weapons on his person, while General Billaba explains the situation. He appreciates her succinct manner, he’s gotta say.
“I’m on the way to detain Anakin. Mace is following the ship Commander Cody captured but we need someone to intercept them on Coruscant before he reaches Palpatine.” She halts for a brief moment. “Obi-Wan seems to believe the Commander has betrayed him when he knows about the neural link inside the clones. We are fearing the Darkness is deliberately attacking and clouding his senses.”
“I’m on my way,” Quin nods, adds with a calculating glance at Fox, “I’m not sure I have back-up.”
“Funny thing about the Alderaan design of the guard armor,” Fox comments, checking the plasma charge on his DC, and vows to give Senator fucking Organa a sliced fruit platter, “the Guard doesn’t have the connector to the neural link.”
He comms their resident medic next and orders every gundark-level tranquilizer delivered to him.
Cody got activated and is following the orders of a Sith Lord.
Stars help them.
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These parallels are beginning to terrify me but also prediction for finale: commander fox spawns on tantiss and shoots echo (I think it would be silly)
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i love the interpretations of jaster mereel. hes a nerd. hes a jock. he has elaborate plans to break into the jedi archives but theres an evil witch who lives there and she has the spell gun. he wrote the supercommando codex which has evolved from "how to be a hired mercenary without being a raging dickhead" to the very base standards of mando society. he has a man with a hate boner for him and you will see his scathing peer review personally and preferably full of holes. he has a pacifist sect trying to blow him up with their minds. he has his best friend trying to actually blow him up but keeps looney tooning his way into failure every time. hes the most aesexual whore to ever whore. he keeps bringing home ankle biters. he was a cop who killed another cop because that cop was crooked and well if no one else was going to fix it then he will permanently. he probably has a doctorate for every past mand'alor regime. hes eaten things that werent meant to be eaten because he read it in a book once. he probably has an entire library of random trivia in his brain and will tell you one without prompt. hes adhd. hes the epitome of that meme with the dog gazing worryingly at a mini pineapple. hes been banned from 14 sectors because he knew law loopholes before they could even loop. his enemies want him both carnally and dead. his friends want him to stop hiding in the rafters at night reading in the dark so all they see is the light reflecting off his eyes like a cat when they pan their flashlights up and scaring the newbies. he would be classified as a cryptid if he wasnt on the mandalore sectors most eligible bachelor list. he probably has cake under that armor.
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Story time!
Fox was having a shity day, and then he was having a great day.
The usual bullshit, politicians, riots, criminal activity, syndicates after his head. He hadn’t slept in 30 hours. He was out of fucks to give.
Palpatine knocked a pen off his desk and asked Fox to pick it up. Fox went blind with rage and shot him on the spot.
Corrie guards standing outside the room poke their heads in, and see what happened. They congratulate Fox and gently chide him for not giving them more advanced notice as they respectfully arrest him.
Fox is in prison for about 27 minutes while they fake his death via stabbing by inmates he had arrested previously. He gets the CT number and armor of an ARC captain and is sent back to work, as per protocol.
Fox decides that this is an excellent time to take a team and go take out the leader of the Black Sun syndicate because they’ve been a pain in the ass for a while now. So he loads up a slug thrower and goes to kill Maul.
Somehow, news of what happened got around rather quickly and many people came to the marshal commanders office demanding an explanation.
Thorn, newly promoted, was not having a good time.
“Fox has been arrested” he explained patiently “he’s dead now tho so don’t worry about it”
“What does our decommissioned batchmate have to do with this?” Cody and Wolffe demand “we’re here about Fletcher”
Thorn forgot about Fletcher.
Well, he didn’t forget. How could anyone forget Marshal Commander CC-1010 Fletcher- oh wait.
Thorn realizes he has Fucked Up. He does not offer further explanation. He just sits down in the shortly little chair behind the shitty little desk in the shitty little office full of generals and commanders staring at him suspiciously and Thorn banged his head on the desk. Maybe if he knocked himself out he wouldn’t have to deal with this.
The universe decides to mock him further. Fives and Dogma, who are supposed to be dead, stick their heads through the door and somehow miss the huge crowd of people.
“Fox just got back and he gave us Maul’s head before heading up to blackmail a senator after dealing with that riot, what do you want us to do with it?”
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Fox: Bly, we need to talk
Fox: I've noticed that lately, you've been acting....strange
Fox: You've been smiling more. You're not as mean as you were before. You actually talk to people now and not just glare at them
Fox: This all started after you met General Secura, so I have a strong reason to suspect that she is behind all of this
Bly: Fox, General Secura is a fine General and a good person-
Fox: Shut up and listen to me, this is a serious intervention. We need to do something before it's too late. You're turning into something I would never wish for anyone to be
Fox: A Simp.
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