#cc1010fox

Sir, when you authorized my use of this holonet media, you stated I could not answer classified information that posed risk to our security measures and not to lie if asked a question.

Am I lying sir? Am I?

Do remember I see everything that happens in the Guard Barracks.

The guards show up in less time than Thorn expected, medics are called, Fox is taken to Medbay where they stitch him up and put him into bacta after a blood transfusion. Maybe Thorn insisted to be the one donating. He is healthy, he got more body to feed on than most clones, it's the only logical choice to take something from him that he will have less effort to build back up than literally any other person they could get their hands on right now.

Thorn does spend a couple of hours in a hospital bed just lazily sipping water and chewing on ration bars to kick his circulation back to life. When he finally stops feeling dizzy they already take Fox back out of the bacta.

“If my men beat droids half that hard, we’d have won the war already.”

It was his attempt at a bad joke. 

It was a rare moment that Tumbler was outside the vents during his planning of 'Tormenting The GAR, plot number sixteen' that Commander Fox had found him, the smack earning him the show of watching Tumbler yelp and then comically flail to catch the datapad he had been clutching and curled over.

"No, no no no n-!" Alas, in his attempt to catch the datapad failing, slapping it several times further into the air before cluttering to the ground and buzzed. The image of a poorly edited Jar-Jar Binks wearing nothing but a bikini staring up at Commander Fox with a cheeky wink.

Tumbler stared in dismay before turning betrayed Tooka Eyes upon his Commander.

Peeling a sticker off his armor sucked, but do you know what sucks even more? Scraping off paint and repainting the armor. With a plastic glove and some Corrie red paint, he gently marks the younger clone's shebs with a handprint. His butt is now a warrior's butt. Congrats.

You know what, Tumbler was gonna wear that handprint with PRIDE. He's gonna strut his stuff because he got the drop on Commander Fox and did so without getting punished!

Edit:

Tumbler lasted only three hours of fellow Guard vode slapping his shebs directly over the handprint before retreating to his bunk to have a screaming session with his Therapy Pillow before tediously removing the paint from his shebs.

...Unless you would like to transport it to the incinerators through the ventilation system..." Hint hint.

Fox may have misjudged the situation by involving Tumbler in clean-up.

The Vod who lived in the vents.

Who often liked to prank and scare Guard Vode FROM the vents.

So by informing him of a corpse within his home vents, he was all but giving Tumbler permission to have a little "fun" in his adventure to the incinerators.

By the end of the first shift, various transmissions and calls to Fox would be a mixture of fearful shinies and disturbed Vode calling about the Barracks being haunted, of a dead natborn appearing to peek out of the vents to watching a corpse being dragged into a vent grate, followed by horrific moaning of a monster, or the horrific sound of something fleshy being dragged about loudly in the vents above.