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Fox, mumbling to himself while walking: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Thire: Fox? Fox: Not now, Thire. Fox: 5, 4, 3-- Thorn: Fox? Fox: Don't interrupt me. Thorn: ...? Fox: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Stone: Fox? Fox: I don't have time right now. Fox: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...5, 4-- Hound: 7, 8, 19-- Fox: Fresher duty. Hound: Me!? Fox, after taking a deep breath before entering the office: Sorry I'm late, sir, but I did warn you that I had another meeting that would run-- Senator: Listen to me, you sniveling little worm-- Fox, squaring his shoulders: No, sir. That kind of language will not be tolerated, not when I have tried to accommodate you to the best of my abilities. Senator: You will not speak unless spoken-- Fox, taking another deep breath: Sir, this meeting is now over. You may schedule another meeting when you are in a better mood. Senator: How dare you! I am not leaving this office! Fox: You have five seconds to vacate that seat before I make you. Senator: How--!? Fox: 5... Senator: The Senate will-- Fox: 4... Senator: You cannot-- Fox: 3... Senator, standing and walking to the door: This will not be tolerated! Fox: Thank you for your time, sir. I hope to see you again on better terms. Senator, storming out: I never! Fox, letting out a shaky breath: You did it, Fox...You did it...

Trooper: Fox! You put my brother in jail. Stand up. Fox, sighing over his drink: I can't deal with this today... Trooper: I said stand up! Fox, groaning: Thorn... Thorn: Finally. Thorn stands up and knocks the trooper out in one punch. Thorn: That di'kut was so annoying. Trooper: Commander Fox! A few months ago, you locked me up for two weeks. Two weeks. Fox, barely listening: Sounds like you did something pretty bad then... Trooper: Listen to me, asshole. Fox, raising a brow: Are you sure you want to talk to me like that? Trooper: That lockup ruined my life, so I'm going to make your life a living-- Fox, smirking: Thire. Thire, stepping between them: Whatever torture you imagined for Commander Fox is going to look like frolicking through a field compared to what I'm going to do to you. Trooper, stepping back: I-I-- Thire: I've had men crying in puddles of their own urine for less than what you just did. Trooper: S-sorry! Fox, chuckling: Keep going. That didn't sound sincere enough for me. Thire: Gladly. Corrie: Commander Fox! I can't stand this anymore! You and your commanders expect too much of us! In my old battalion-- Fox, snorting: They didn't teach you any discipline. It must be hard to have expectations put on you now. Corrie: That's banthashit! They just treated us like-- Stone: Commander Fox? Fox, stepping aside: Be my guest. Stone: Out in the battlefield, their focus is to keep you battle ready. On Coruscant, our focus is to keep you alive. The less you stand out, the less likely it is someone will be able to recognize you, the less likely you are to be decommissioned for the tiniest transgression against a civilian or a senator. Corrie: It's too much! In my old battalion-- Fox, typing on his datapad: I'll be looking into his old battalion after I make the transfer... Corrie: Transfer? Fox: Done. Stone, smirking: You're mine now. Corrie: Y-yours? Fox: Have fun learning some discipline. I'll have fun telling your old marshal commander how you think you can talk to me. Corrie: W-wait! Stone: You better remember how to shut your mouth before I give you a refresher course. Trooper, throwing his helmet down beside Fox: Stand up, prick. Fox, around a mouthful of his dinner: Hound. Hound, standing up: Guess I'm the prick now. Cody, watching Hound tackle the trooper: Force...He's as feral as you are... Fox: All of my men are ready to step in for me when I've had a hard day. I don't know if that makes them feral. Trooper: OW! WHO BITES DURING A FIGHT!? Cody, looking at Fox: ...I can name one person... Fox, to the trooper: His name is Hound. What did you expect?

Jango: What are you doing with the laundry? Alpha-17, bouncing a big ball of blankets: It's just--Well, it comforts him...so I-- Jango, tugging at the blankets to find a cadet sleeping in the middle of the bundle: ...A clone? Fox cracks an eye open, gives Jango a one-eyed glare, then proceeds to fix his cocoon. Jango, flinching: What the--... Alpha-17: There was a big fight, and it somehow ended with the others turning on him, so he's really upset... Jango, watching the little grumpy gremlin: They probably turned on him because he's a cryptid. Alpha-17, forcing a laugh: Good one... Alpha-17. whispering to Fox while walking away: Don't listen to him, ad'ika. He doesn't know what cute is when he sees it... Jango: ...

Fox: Kriff my life... Cody: What happened? Fox: Were you not listening? My life. Cody: ...

Trooper: I can't believe I was arrested by Commander Fox himself. Fox, sighing: Wrong time, wrong place. Trooper, sniffling: Yeah... Fox: ... Trooper: My commander is gonna be so disappointed in me... Fox, pulling the trooper into a hug: He'll ask about it, and I'll just tell him it was a typical drunk tank transport. He'll scold you once, then forget it happened. It happens every time. I promise, ok? Trooper, clinging to him: What if he doesn't forget? Fox: He will, because there's already four of you here, and the night just started... Trooper: ... Fox: ... Trooper, sobbing: I'm so sorry that we're all idiots! Fox, rubbing his back: It's fine...I know you're all just excited to be back on Coruscant... The next morning: Cody: Fox, I'm sorry about the di'kute who gave you and your men trouble last night... Fox: It was just a normal return night...but... Cody: But--? Fox: There was one trooper that was an absolute joy to have around. It was unfortunate that I could tell he was drunk and had to bring him in. Cody: Oh?

Commander Fox, high on caf and spocaine, who will not remember walking in on Palpatine doing his Sidious routine: Chancellor-no stop screaming, it's just me-I have some paperwork for you to sign

Bly: Fox, you look like you're a galaxy away. What's on your mind? Fox: When we were cadets, we would hang off of Alpha-17's arms and laugh while he used us as weights... Cody: Well, now I'm sad... Wolffe: I think that's called nostalgia. It's not like he's dead. Rex: I miss him... Cody: We all do... Fox: I didn't mean to bring the mood down. I was going to say I could do that now, with all of you at your full size! Bly: Oh, you think you're a big man, huh? Cody, laughing: You think so? Wolffe: Prove it! Rex: ...Full size? Bly, Cody, Fox, and Wolffe: ...? Fox, gasping: Stars, Rex'ika thinks he's still growing! Bly, his voice going up an octave at the cuteness: Rex, do you really believe that? Rex, confused: May...be? Cody: Why in the galaxy would you think that? Rex: Because Alpha-17 was so much bigger than...this. Fox, clutching his chest: Rex'ika, you either have this image of Alpha-17 as the man you saw as a cadet or you're confusing the fact that Alpha-17 is more muscular than us as him being more grown. Wolffe: Either way, it's ridi-- Bly: It's the cutest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth! Fox: I'm going to die. I'm going to die, Rex'ika! I can't handle this! Rex, turning to leave the embarrassing situation: It's getting late. Fox, grabbing him by the kama: Don't you dare walk away. I have to prove I can lift you all like Alpha-17 used to lift us. Wolffe challenged me to prove it.

Fox, after dropping onto the employee's lounge couch and resting his head on another person's lap: I just can't today with these senators. Why do they all have to be such a pain in my shebs? Bail: Uh... Fox, suddenly sitting upright: I knew that lap was too soft and squishy to be a vod's! Bail, sheepishly: I'm sorry. I thought this was just a...lounge...for anyone... Fox, squinting at him: ... Bail: ...So "shebs" means behind? Fox, squinting while laying his head back down: It does. Bail, combing his fingers through Fox's hair: And vod means...clone? Fox: Brother. Bail: Ah, I see...So the senators have been a pain in the shebs for you today? Fox, sighing: They've been the worst. They will not leave me alone, not for one second. Bail: That is incredibly rude of them. Fox: Isn't it!? Ugh...

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Coruscanti: Look at what she's wearing. She's asking for it. Banshee, repeatedly punching the Coruscanti: YOU'RE ASKING FOR THIS!!! Fox: ... Thorn: ... Fox: Anyway-- Thorn: Mhm.