CC-1010 | "Fox"

Fox: Thire. Thire: Fox. Fox: That senator who went missing... Thire: A tragedy. His protective detail, my men, came back in body bags. Fox: So did one of Thorn's squads from one of their missions...Only one squad was incinerated... Thire: Ah, so there was an error in the reports at the incinerators. Fox: Collaboration is crucial. Thire: Noted. Such a careless lapse in communication will not happen again. Fox: Good. And Thire? Thire: Yes? Fox: Was he alive when he went down the chute? Thire: Only if my men followed orders, and my men always follow orders. Fox: Good. I hated that senator. Thire: Not more than my men did.

Bly, kissing Fox's cheeks: It's good to see you again. Fox, blinking: Should we go to my bunk, or--? Bly, raising a brow: Wh--? OH! Fox, it's a greeting! One I just learned not to use with you... Fox: I mean, we're closer than that, right? You might as well-- Bly, leaning away from Fox's attempt to kiss him on the mouth: Why are you like this? Fox: Stress, a serotonin shortage, and honestly, my commanders have been spoiling me. Bly, sighing: I should have known...

Thire: Fox... Fox: No. Thorn: Fox, you can't keep him. Fox: I won't let you take him from me. Stone: Fox, his mother is waiting outside. Fox: I'm his mother. Thire, sighing: Fox... Fox, looking down at the sleeping Amaran infant: He was made for me... Thorn: Fox, when they're that little, they still need their mother's milk... Fox: We can find a formula for him... Stone: There is a shortage on Coruscant. You would be taking sustenance from those who need it. Fox, frowning at the fuzzy-faced baby: Does she seem like a good mother? Thire: Witnesses say she literally collapsed when she realized her baby was missing. Fox: ...How could she let someone take him, though? Thorn: Mothers have to feed their babies every few hours. She hasn't slept a full night since he was born. Fox: The father is the bad one then. Stone: His father is deceased. Fox: ...Oh... Thire: Look...She's exhausted, so I'm sure she would love some help from the man who saved her son. Thorn: And made him feel safe enough to sleep for the last hour, even though he was in a strange new place. Stone: Her intuition will tell her you would be the best sitter she could ask for while she rests. Fox, finally nodding after a long pause: You're right...I'll bring him out to her in a moment. Let me just say goodbye, just in case...

Fox, sitting alone with Wolffe: Hey... Wolffe: Yeah? Fox: I love you. Wolffe: ...I love you too, Fox.

Rex: Fox, I need to talk to you about something I saw one of your men do. Fox, sighing: I can't control how weird they get in their free time... Rex: No, he just walked off when there was an emergency. Fox: One of my men? Rex: Yes. I helped his partner handle the situation. Fox: Do you remember his designation? Rex: I sent it to you in a message. Fox, after looking over the message and into the vod in question: Ah, I see the issue. He was right to handle it the way he did. Rex: His partner had to handle the situation without him! Fox: Did he complain? Rex: No. He just thanked me... Fox: Good. That'll be all we need from you then. Rex: Fox! Fox, sighing again: Rex'ika, we get transfers from all over the GAR. They come with a variety of unique triggers from their battles. This particular vod came from a squad that was wiped out by a skilled combatant wielding a vibroblade. All of them. He was barely alive when they found the squad. Forgive him if he has to walk away from one man waving a vibroblade around. Rex: Force... Fox: We do not punish our vode for their triggers here; we just accommodate them and offer them help. His partner is aware of his trigger and more than capable of handling the typical Coruscanti with a vibroblade. I'm sure he appreciated your help, but he was probably otherwise quiet because you were complaining about a man he relates to. He, after all, needs to abandon his post for his specific trigger. Rex: I feel like a complete jerk...My own men have triggers, but we force them to push through them because they have to...and I've...seen the result of that... Fox: I heard about your private...I'm sorry for your loss, vod... Rex: It's nothing you don't go through every day here. I just hope he's with the other verde. Fox: He is. They were all killed in battle. Our vod just lost in battle against himself. Rex, smiling sadly: I like that...Do you mind if I visit the partner? I want to apologize for putting him in that awkward situation. He shouldn't have had to listen to me complain about someone who's bravely fighting his own private battle. Fox: He'll appreciate that. You can find him at the prison. He'll be there for a while writing up the incident report.

Cody: Hey, Thorn, have you seen Fox? He's not in his office. Thorn: He's showing the new shiny around. Cody: He has time for that? Thorn: Not really, but he's been letting him follow him to his meetings and showing him around between them. Cody: Wow...Why the special treatment? Thorn: Well, he came here alone straight from Kamino, so he has no one, no comfort of a batch, no experience with vode outside of them, nothing. Cody: They sent a single shiny to Coruscant? Thorn: He was the only one we could get. He's from a special batch of flash-trained vode who are specialized in combat, so they didn't have any plans to give us even one. So, if I haven't said it enough, he's kind of special. Cody: Still, wouldn't he usually have you show him around? Thorn: Yeah, but... Cody: But? Thorn: Well...he's also really young. They bumped up the age acceleration on his batch. I think he's like nine? Cody, straining against the urge to gasp: Practically a cadet. Thorn, chuckling: You can see why Fox won't let him out of his sight. Cody, jogging away: I need to find this shiny!

Cody, watching Thorn kiss Hound: Aren't you--? Fox: Turned on? Wolffe: As hot as it is, I'd be jealous. Fox, sipping his drink: Which one should I be jealous over? Cody: Your boyfriend, Fox. Fox: Again, which one? Wolffe: ...You dog. Fox: Woof. Hound, murmuring into his kiss with Thorn: Good boy. Wolffe, pointing at Hound: I want him. Fox, smirking: You have to ask him.