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padawansuggest · 1 year
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Bo-Katan: *walking into Boba’s throne room* You have to take him back.
Boba: No way, he’s your vod’ika now.
Bo-Katan: I have actively saved him from drowning twice now. Do you know how many times I’ve met him? Not enough for twice to be a low count.
Boba: What’s that got to do with me??
Bo-Katan: You live on a waterless dustball! He can’t drown here! He gives me anxiety!
Boba: Ossik. That means you’re attached already.
Bo-Katan: kriff.
Boba: Listen, ba’vodu, he’s friends with /tuskens/. If they haven’t shown him an underground cave or something by now, he’ll wander out in a sandstorm thinking his Beskar can protect him. He’s no safer here.
Bo-Katan: Then what the fuck do I do with him? I lost him in a crowd the other day and started wondering what I’d tell the baby!
Boba: Idk man, give him to Greef maybe? Greef has a planet crime free enough for him to be safe, big enough hub to keep him busy.
Bo-Katan: Ugh. I’ll see what contacts I got on safe planets.
Din: *having been standing between them this whole time* Who are we talking about?
Boba: No one, bubbas, just go get a snack in the kitchens. Auntie and I need to make a few calls.
Din: :) okay *takes Grogu off to go get lunch*
Bo-Katan: this is exactly what I’m talking about!
Boba: *deep sigh* I know.
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coldbrewarts · 1 month
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Back on my Till Stars Break shit again @saggitary….
I had to draw this because it sounded funny in my head 😂
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firefly-fez · 1 year
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we all love the ‘rex calls ahsoka vod’ika, ahsoka calls rex ori’vod’ headcanon and yes, of course, but consider: ‘rex and ahsoka both insist on calling the other vod’ika’ due to a long-standing argument about which one of them is technically older
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So y’all remember the Clone Witness Protection Program including Dogma in this post with Pt. 2, this Fives one, and Fox learning about Thorn’s death:
Okay but just imagine one of Fox’s batchmates (maybe Rex even though he’s not a batchmate but he’s an honorary one) having to be put in this program
If it’s Rex, he has to deal with pretending he’s dead and can’t talk to any of his Vod in the 501st anymore as well as watching as Anakin wrecks shit up because you know Anakin wouldn’t accept Rex’s death
Much like he barely accepting Obi-wan’s fake death and Ahsoka leaving
Rex who had beef with Fox for no reason other than he believed Fives did by his hand because that’s what they had shown to the public and his distrust of the Coruscant Guard in general
Rex who refuses to sit back and be sent somewhere else for his safety because his brothers need him and he refuses to leave them behind
Because he doesn’t want to be safe; he wants to protect his Vod’e
Because that’s just the person he is
Fox getting a headache and wondering how Cody manages to wrangle him in
Cody can’t but he’ll never tell Fox that
Fox even having to deal with Cody who refuses to also believe Rex is dead without a body because they just found Echo and if there’s a possibility his vod’ika was captured and tortured, he wants to save him
Fox doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Echo was an exemption
And yea Rex is still alive but Fox can’t have him knowing that - can’t having anyone knowing that - so he lies through his teeth and tell Cody “you have to move on. Not everyone can be saved”
Cody is stubborn and persistent just like Anakin that Rex wouldn’t have just died
And maybe he goes about it a different way then Anakin
Anakin who goes to Palpatine to figure out where to find Rex, Anakin who (despite being told by Palpatine that Rex is dead because that means one less person in the way) searches for other ways to bring Rex back to life if he is truly dead, Anakin who can’t let go no matter what people tell him and he just needs to find Rex’s body because that will reveal the truth
If Rex is alive, then finding him will be no issue but if he’s dead, Anakin will bring him back
Cody who retraces the steps and investigates the situation and tries to find the clues to the answers
Fox who has to cover all the steps and areas because goddamn it Cody, now is not the time to be paranoid
Fox who can’t blame him because that’s what he would do with Thorn if there was no body
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silvercaptain24 · 8 months
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You have scary good timing
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toucheholland23 · 2 years
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Wrecker meets Copper 💪💕
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I love cody and quinlan as a ship so much you don’t understand
they’re both so brash and a little reckless but totally competent and very sexy and it’s just really fun
I also think it’s funny because obi-wan (when he isn’t also in the relationship and maybe even if he is) is all bitchy and jealous and just like can you please stop screaming so loudly while fucking my commander so that all of the troopers can hear?
and quinlan is like you’re not going to pretend it’s bad for morale rn obi lmao. I’m a jedi too and know it would be a lie
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@turtlepie I see you and I raise you:
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saggitary · 2 years
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I see your “Ahsoka Tano gets de-aged and Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Plo enter dad mode” and I raise you:
Ahsoka Tano gets de-aged and battle tested, top strategist and captain of the 501st Rex, melts and enters ultimate ori’vod mode as soon as he sees his commander tiny. The 501st as a whole fights over who gets to carry her around the ship and Anakin watches his extremely competent and experienced battalion fall to pieces as soon as they see baby Ahsoka.
Marshall Commander Cody aka the ori’vod of half the GAR let’s baby Ahsoka sit in his lap as he does reports and carries her to meetings. The 212th take turns escorting the tiny commander to the med bay to be checked up on (because god knows how many diseases they come into contact with as they travel around the galaxy). Obi-Wan watches one of the best legions in the GAR fall prey again and again to his grandpadawan’s tooka eyes.
All of this only happens if they can pry Ahsoka from the 104th. Wolffe refuses to let Ahsoka out if his sight when she is with them, usually resorting to carrying her everywhere. Rarely has anybody seen Ahsoka not being carried, either on the shoulders or in the arms, of Commander Wolffe. Those in the 104th that had known Ahsoka before she became Anakin’s student and the commander of the 501st don’t trust her well-being with their other brothers. It’s not that they doubt their brothers’ with Ahsoka, it’s just that they feel much better when she is safe with them. Completely normal. Plo watches his serious and battle hardened battalion soften as soon as they get their hands on baby Ahsoka.
I raise you, the clone troopers born from Jango Fett’s DNA, a mandalorian through and through, see a child and immediately adopt it.
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vytels · 8 months
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Dinluke, codywan time travel fanfic stuff
So, like Cody is the ori’vod of his batch in this fic and I’m sitting here on vacation thinking about how that plays out. Like somehow he’s been able to hide his huge fat crush on Obi-Wan from them, but not his own men. Sort of.
Rex has an idea, but thinks it’s more of an awe-struck feeling over natborns being nice than actual feelings.
Cody: *Staring at Obi-Wan after he compliments him*
Rex: Man, my brother really doesn’t know how to handle natborns being nice to him. Takes him off guard every time.
Honestly, I think the only one that would have a clue is Fox. Not because he’s witnessed anything, but because of shit he’s overheard in the drunk tanks.
Waxer: *Drunk and complaining.* The Commander really needs to get his shit together.
Fox: *Actively listening now because that’s his ori’vod.*
Boil: *Just as drunk and just as over Cody’s bullshit.* Yeah, his heart eyes are going to kill me. Wish the General would figure it out for them instead!
Fox: Blackmail!
Ponds and Wolffe are rarely around Cody when Obi-Wan is there. But when they are, Cody does his best to make sure they don’t notice. These are the two who would give him the most shit, after all.
Ponds: Do you remember when Cody cried because Prime looked at him funny?
Wolffe: Or the time that Cody got decked by Neyo and had to be sent to the med center?
Cody: Come on, we all have moments like that as cadets.
Ponds: Yeah but most cadets don’t fall off into the ocean.
Cody: I was trying to help Rex! He dropped his—
Bly would be the first one Cody tells, because Bly is hopelessly in love with his general and everyone knows. But Cody doesn’t want every conversation he has with his brother to be about their generals.
Bly: So, yeah that’s what General Secura did.
Cody: Interesting, but you also said there was some kind of flying animal on this planet?
Bly: Oh boy, let me tell you. One of those fuckers nearly took of my arm. I want one as a pet and I want to train them to piss on Wolffe and Fox.
Cody: Tell me more.
But you know… they all know by the end, before Cody can really admit his feelings, and they all find that hilarious.
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padawansuggest · 1 year
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Anakin: *to Rex* What would be a worse way to die; set on fire, or sliced in half by a saber.
Obi-Wan: *handing Cody a cup of caff* Anakin, you’re so odd. I plan on dying peacefully in my sleep, snuggled up in Alpha’s big burly arms.
Alpha 17: whooooo *high fives Obi-Wan while other clones agree around them*
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Fox got his anger issues from his father.
Wretched man, he was. Left him and his brothers during the years they needed him most.
Fox never wanted to be like him.
He was a cruel man; unkind even to his sons before he left.
Fox despised him; resented the fact that the man chose to walk out on his brothers rather than stay with them through the hardships of life; hated him with every fiber of his being.
He was the youngest so it’s not like he knew Jango all that well, not like his older brothers but it doesn’t take the rage away from him.
Ponds, the oldest, won’t say it but Fox knows his Ori’vod understands why Jango did it. He won’t agree to it but he understands it. It’s why he never has the same rage as Fox.
Cody feels indifferent. He told Fox once that to let his anger fester in him is to let Jango win. Fox can see his point but it doesn’t ease the hurt that lies underneath the anger.
Wolffe is similar to him. He doesn’t like Jango either however he doesn’t hate as much as Fox does. He says he does but Fox can tell that there’s none of that rage that boils and simmers under his skin like it does under Fox. Wolffe can forget about what Jango did and be fine; if Fox did that, his anger just comes back twicefold.
Bly is the most compassionate. He’s forgiven Jango despite the fact that all of them know Jango would never return and apologize for it.
Fox wishes he was like Bly; wishes he can give out forgiveness as easily as his Vod can but it’s hard.
Almost impossible.
He’s tried but he can’t.
He can’t.
Fox has never been the forgiving type. Cody says it would be the death of him one day.
Maybe it would.
But he can’t not stop the hate.
The anger.
The hurt.
It’s all he’s ever remembers from the man.
What else can he put in Jango’s place if not resentment?
Fox got his anger issues from his father.
And he’s terrified that he’s becoming just like him.
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silvercaptain24 · 8 months
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Peter Capaldi is the cardinal in the BBC series!?
I don’t know?
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toucheholland23 · 2 years
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The curse of having prescription, ppl wanting to try em on
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bananasofthorns · 5 months
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lunch break
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In a rare stroke of luck - or, more accurately, bureaucratic alignment - Cody has leave at the same time as Wolffe, and they manage to talk Fox into taking a break for once in his life to join them for lunch.
Cody also uses the opportunity to finally make good on his promise to Kenobi to introduce him to his batchmates in a non-professional setting - Dex’s, in this case. He hasn’t yet decided if he’s going to regret this decision. Wolffe already knows Kenobi, to an extent, and they at least seem to like each other. Cody thinks that Fox and Kenobi will either despise each other or get along like a LAAT on fire, on fire part emphasized. Reason: they are both pains in Cody’s ass and he, unfortunately, still loves them.
He and Kenobi arrive at Dex’s early and claim a booth in the back; they sit across from each other and Kenobi allows Cody the seat that faces the door, since he has the Force and Cody just has paranoia. Wolffe arrives a minute or two late grumbling about traffic. Cody graciously does not make fun of him for being unable to account the hell that is getting anywhere on Coruscant into his travel times.
They make small talk - about the war, of course, because what else do any of them do with their lives - while waiting for Fox. After ten minutes without even a hint of his presence, Kenobi orders them a large basket of fries. Cody gets himself a milkshake and then resigns himself to the losing battle of keeping Wolffe away from his straw.
Wolffe could ask Dex for his own straw, or even his own milkshake. He does not, because Wolffe is an ori’vod and a bastard. Cody respects Dex too much to start a fight in his diner, but he resolves to make Wolffe spar with him once they’re back in the barracks.
It hits minute fifteen with no sign of Fox. Cody shares a look with Wolffe. They reach for their comms in sync.
If Fox does not respond to their pestering by the time it reaches minute twenty, they will write him off as a lost cause and enjoy lunch without him.
Minute eighteen arrives. There is no response to either of their messages, but there is a flash of familiar red through the windows of the diner’s door. Two flashes, in fact. Cody raises an eyebrow.
Fox and another Coruscant Guard commander that Cody doesn’t recognize slip into the diner with surprising stealth, given that they’re in full armor and there’s a bell above the door. Cody scrutinizes them as they approach.
They’re both limping, though the unfamiliar commander only slightly; Fox’s is much more pronounced even as he tries to hide it. When he reaches their booth, he lifts his arm gingerly to remove his helmet.
Wolffe greets him with, “What the fuck happened to you?”
This is a fair question. There is a large bandage plastered across the right half of Fox’s face, stretching from just beneath his eye to his chin. The rest of his visible skin is so bruised it looks like he went hand-to-hand with a commando droid.
“He got mugged,” the unfamiliar commander offers when Fox stays silent. “I’m Thire, by the way.”
Thire takes the seat beside Kenobi and leaves Fox to the fate of sitting next to Wolffe. He has a mullet, but he makes it look good, so Cody doesn’t hold it against him.
Fox sits, reluctantly, and finally graces them all with the deadpan scrape of his voice. “He’s my babysitter.”
Thire’s smile is as sharp and bright as a vibroblade in sunlight. “Yes. Sorry for joining your lunch without notice - we had to make sure Fox wouldn’t get into any more fights along the way.”
“This was not my fault,” Fox growls.
It is, obviously, an old argument. Kenobi interrupts before it can begin again.
“We’re happy to have you,” he says. “Have you been to Dex’s before?”
Thire blinks at him. He does not comment on the unusual presence of a Jedi in their midst, unlike Fox had, many times, when Cody had first broached the topic. Even now, Fox does not seem very pleased that Kenobi is here.
“I’ve had his food a few times,” Thire responds, which is a non-answer. Cody has become very good at noticing them in his time working as Kenobi’s right hand. “It’s good. This is the real reason I went with you,” he tells Fox.
Fox, eloquent as ever, flips him off. 
Dex arrives to take their orders. He greets Fox and Thire with familiarity and does not comment on Fox’s injuries.
When he leaves again, Wolffe keeps the ensuing quiet from stretching into awkwardness by turning to Fox and saying, “I'm serious, vod. What in the depths did you do?”
Fox waves a hand. “Blacked out. Woke up on the lower levels. Got jumped. They got in a few lucky hits,” he gestures to his face, “before I killed them.”
“Just a normal Centaxday, really,” Thire adds faux-cheerfully. “What about you guys? What have you been up to? Besides the war, of course.”
The change of topic is not graceful. Cody exchanges a look with Kenobi. Kenobi raises an eyebrow. Cody raises one back: no, it is not normal for Fox to show up looking awful - this awful, at least. Something bigger is going on here.
“You blacked out?” he asks for both of them.
“It's fine,” Fox dismisses. “Happens to everyone at some point, right?”
He is full of shit and he knows it. Cody tells him so.
More diplomatically, Kenobi adds, “I  am curious by what exactly that turn of phrase means, at least in this instance. I’m sure you weren’t drunk, but just to be clear—”
Thire laughs. Fox sighs. “I was not drunk.”
The two of them look at each other and proceed to have a conversation that consists entirely of facial expressions. Gone are the days when Cody could do that with his batchmates; they don’t spend enough time together now, and the only people he can read that well anymore are Rex and Kenobi. He has no idea what Fox and Thire are saying to each other.
Finally, Fox says, casually, “I’ve been losing time since about six months into the war.”
All of Cody’s attention snaps to him. The war has now been ongoing for over two years. This is not what he was expecting to hear at all; Fox has never even hinted at it before. 
“Ah,” Kenobi says delicately.
“And you’re just mentioning this now?” Wolffe asks with far less grace.
“Well, I kind of hoped the problem would go away on its own,” Fox shoots back dryly. “Clearly, that didn’t happen.
“I started losing time six months into the war,” he starts again. “A few hours, a day. A few days.”
“The worst one was over a week,” Thire inputs quietly. Fox acknowledges him with another dip of his head.
“Every time, I’d wake up somewhere on Coruscant, usually in the lower levels, with no idea how I got there. If I had all of my gear still on me, it was lucky, and if I was uninjured, it was even luckier. After a few months, I realized I wasn’t the only one this was happening to.”
“It’s all of the commanders,” Thire explains. “Fox and I have them the most often, followed by Thorn. Stone only gets them rarely.”
“So that’s why you look so bad,” Wolffe surmises.
Fox chuckles, low. “Yeah. Woke up way further down than I should’ve been with half my armor gone and in the middle of some natborns kicking the shit out of my body.” He scoffs. “They should’ve made sure I was dead first.”
Cody, Wolffe, and Kenobi all grimace, though the latter’s expression is likely for very different reasons.
“You said you killed them to get away?” he asks. “How many of them were there?”
Fox frowns. “Not sure; it was all kind of a blur, and my memories are always shit after blackouts, anyway. Five, give or take.”
“And you killed them,” Kenobi repeats. “All of them?”
“Yes.”
Wolffe shakes his head, somewhere between fond and amused. “Of course you did, Fox’ika.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Fox and I were the top of the entire command class on Kamino,” Cody explains for Kenobi’s benefit. And, as much as he hates to admit it, “He graduated with the highest score in hand-to-hand combat sims.”
At peak condition, a handful of natborns would be laughably easy for him to take down. This time, he was injured and disoriented and obviously paid the price, but Cody still isn’t the least bit surprised that he came out of that fight on top.
“I see,” Kenobi says, nodding. “You must be a very formidable fighter.”
Fox smirks. Somehow, it just makes him look tired. “I am.”
There’s a rumble of that old, bitter anger in his voice. He hadn’t been happy to find out he’d been assigned to Coruscant instead of the frontlines they’d all trained for their entire lives. Clearly, his opinion has not improved. 
Wolffe clears his throat. “Do you know what’s causing the blackouts? Because they sound a little fucked up, vod.”
Thire and Fox exchange a look.
“Well,” Fox says, and then does not elaborate.
“We have...theories.” Thire glances around and lowers his voice. “As far as we can tell, the blackouts only happen after one of us has a meeting with the Chancellor.”
Well, indeed.
Dex sweeps over with their food. They all gratefully take the excuse to process what was just said. Kenobi looks like he’s bitten into something sour, but the expression fades as he takes the first bite of his nerfburger.
In the awkward conversation lull that’s arisen, Thire adds, “I think Palpatine is a Sith.”
Cody jerks his head up and stares. Kenobi chokes.
“Oh?” he manages, strangled.
Wolffe recovers first. “That’s a pretty fucking big accusation.”
Thire shrugs. He and Fox are both eating like they’re starving; Cody takes another, closer look at them and notes the sharpness of their cheekbones. A warning bell pings belatedly in his head.
Kenobi has recovered his dignity. “Yes, it is. I assume you have evidence, or at least suspicions, to back it up?”
“I’ve been around Sith before,” Thire explains between bites. “I was there on Rugosa when General Yoda stopped Ventress from assassinating the Toydarian king. I know what they feel like. The Chancellor feels the same way.”
Kenobi’s raised eyebrow betrays his incredulity. “Forgive me for presuming, but as far as I’m aware, none of the clones are Force-sensitive.”
“This is true.”
“So how is it that you can sense the Dark side on Chancellor Palpatine when none of the Jedi ever have?”
“Maybe he doesn’t bother shielding himself around us,” Fox mutters. He doesn’t look up from his food even when everyone’s attention swings to him. “Trust me, he drops all his other facades, too.”
Thire scoffs. “Yeah. He hates us and he’s not subtle about it. Stone jokes that he’s getting off on our misery.”
He seems to remember who he’s talking to and grimaces. “Uh. Sorry, sir.”
Kenobi does not seem to register the apology and has abandoned his food entirely, lost in thought. Cody passes him a napkin before he can press his fingers to his temples and get grease in his hair. He nods absently in thanks.
“A Sith controlling the Senate,” he murmurs to himself, with an expression like he’s connecting several dots and is severely unhappy with the picture they make. “Well, then.”
Louder, to Thire, he continues, “You do realize I’m going to need something more substantial than your word if I’m to bring this to the Jedi Council.”
Thire and Fox look at each other. Another wordless conversation commences. Wolffe, meanwhile, turns to stare at Cody; what the fuck? his raised eyebrows ask. This, at least, is not hard to understand. Cody shrugs back.
This is not the kind of bonding between the two sides of his life he had anticipated. He is honestly not sure if he’d prefer the possible-friendship possible-immediate-hatred or the sedition.
“I could just shoot him and see what happens,” Fox finally says.
Cody sighs. Wolffe presses a hand to his face. He has never looked more like an ori’vod.
“Please don’t,” Kenobi says, pained. “That could go incredibly badly if you’re wrong.”
“We could ask,” Thire suggests.
This is only marginally better than Fox’s idea.
Cody turns to Kenobi. They have done stupider things before and ended up with perfectly satisfactory results.
“I’ll turn on my helmet cam,” Fox adds. “Is that good enough evidence for you?”
Kenobi pauses and then shrugs like it hurts him to do so. He does not say no. The great negotiator has run out of will to argue; Cody never thought he’d see the day.
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It is less than twenty-four hours later that Thire, Fox, and a third Coruscant Guard commander that Cody doesn’t know come stumbling up the steps of the Jedi Temple. Thire is clutching Fox’s helmet against his chest. The third commander is carrying Fox himself and yelling for a medic.
Cody does not personally witness that spectacle, but he is there a few hours later in the chamber of the High Council when Thire gives his report. The third commander - Thorn - is with Fox in the Halls of Healing, having refused to move from his sentry position by Fox’s bacta tank. Cody hasn’t even seen him yet, with how quickly the Council meeting was called; all he knows of his batchmate’s condition is how long the list of injuries is.
“Sir, have you heard of the Sith?” Fox’s voice, distorted slightly by the recording, asks.
Palpatine chuckles. It sends chills down Cody’s spine in a way it never has before. The holo wavers, once, before Thire gets control of the shaking in his hands.
“Of course I have, Commander. Who hasn’t, in times like these?”
“Are you one of them?”
It is times like these that Cody both curses and loves Fox’s bluntness. Naked shock flashes across Palpatine’s face before he can control his reaction; the mask of the kindly old man does not return. The Jedi murmur at the poisonous anger in his eyes. 
The recording stays steady. Thire does not shake, and neither does Fox, even in the face of darkness.
“An interesting question indeed, Commander. Let’s make sure you don’t remember it.”
Lightning bursts forth from his outstretched hand. Fox falls. The recording glitches and cuts on the edge of his scream.
It is only years of training that keep Cody from flinching. Thire’s knuckles are white on the helmet when he lowers it back to his side.
“Is that enough evidence for you?” he asks quietly, looking at Kenobi but directed at the Council entirely. Yoda’s ears droop. “Sirs?”
It seems it is. Cody has never seen the Jedi Council formulate and mobilize a plan so fast.
Fox is still in the bacta tank, but they let Thire take his slugthrower. The questions have already been asked, and he shoots first.
The Chancellor - the Sith Lord - dies quickly and loudly.
Afterwards, the Force is lighter than it has been in decades, or so Cody is told; he can neither confirm nor deny it, but the war is over, and he imagines the foreign joy he feels at this realization is a similar sensation.
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ily but dont tell anyone
Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t expose you, you absolute softie
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