when ur inconsiderate genetic duplicates fake a few deaths and kill a Sith w/out you
(you are a million other genetic duplicates)
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ooooh can i see something from "the one about gentleness"?
This one is a large/ambitious image, but here is a section. The idea behind it is “gentleness is a choice” — a major hc of mine for Cody in the RepGA fix-it AU, right alongside the “Cody as a military prodigy that could be (and occasionally is) terrifying”.
@lunaemoth @thepatchycat, since you wanted to see this one too (I’ll also address your second choice options, just wanted to include you here as well.)
Continuing this fix-it AU where Commander Fox springboards off the deep end into a full-on rebellion, featuring unlikely allies belatedly finding out they are allies far too late to stop being allies but then again it’s never too late not to throw a terrifyingly destructive fit about it (Maul)
Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith
— A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant
A what-if au featuring the Corries pulling all-nighters fueled on caf alone to study republic law, Fox providing his own dubious legal representation resulting in the wildest civil court case in Republic history, and, they can only pray, formidable and clandestine cooperation within GAR high command’s clone contingents via a small-scale GAR-approved candy brand
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Cody had no identification card, and he certainly didn’t have a citizenship. He had a receipt of purchase, designating him by code and bio-signature as a particularly complex, high-functioning blob of programmed bio-material, but officially CC-2224 was considered only part of a whole. The GAR was a body, complete with organs and tools, and Cody might flatter himself with a comparison to being a finger at best — whichever one pulled the trigger.
“You wish.” Fox said flatly, overcorrecting for the slur that had crept in sometime during their second shared bottle, his bucket firmly resealed again. “You’re a damned eye.”
Cody thought about that for a moment; thought about watching battles from overhead, giving and receiving reports and knowing too many odds too well. He nodded slowly, flexing his hands.
“If I’m an eye, you’re the teeth.” He said, and it was a bit cruel but it always had been; they’d learned how to swallow it better together. Teeth, Cody considered, and knew he was as right as he was angry — teeth, the smile of the GAR, pretty and presentable and favorable to the public eye, nestled at the heart of the Republic. The Coruscant Guard.
Fox shrugged so slowly it was more just shoulders hunching, which meant — something. Something Cody might have cared to track, if he was sober. “Sure. I’ll be the teeth.” He said.
Corrie Guard CT-9832, “Ace”, reported for duty for the very first time at 0700 in Commander Fox’s office.
The commander had clearly been working through the night — either that or he was partial to three ration tins, a whole pot of caf, and meditating face-down on his desk first thing in the morning.
Fives— no, Ace— knocked on the doorframe. Loudly.
Fox jerked upright, eyes crossed, drool drying in his stubble. When he finally focused on Ace, he stopped looking baffled and became disgustingly smug.
“Ace. How does the kit fit?” He rasped.
Ace took off his bucket so he could scowl more effectively. “Bit on the nose, calling me that.”
Fox’s self-satisfied smirk turned nasty, but no less pompous. “My apologies. Would you have preferred ‘Baby Blue’?”
Ace sat down at the commander’s desk without waiting for permission, propping his boots on the dusk with pointedly heavy thunks.
A continuation of: Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant
(I have so many different versions but these are truest to the idea)
ver. 1 — Marshal Commander Fox: In Thrall
ver. 2 — Savoring V-Day Like A Fine, Blood-Red Wine
