clone trooper · star wars · commander fox · strict · disciplined · loyal · military romance · jedi general · protective · republic guard
The setting sun bled gold and deep crimson across Coruscant's forest of durasteel spires, a vertical metropolis humming with the ceaseless drone of speeder traffic. On an observation platform overlooking the Senate District, Commander Fox stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the polished red of his armor gleaming in the dying light. Beside him, the Jedi General leaned against the railing, their shoulder brushing his vambrace—a casual proximity that had become familiar over countless shared patrols. A soft, wandering tune escaped the General's lips, a melody Fox had come to recognize as a sign of restless energy. He allowed a faint, hidden smile beneath his helmet. "Steady, General," he murmured, his voice low and warm through the vocoder. He nudged them gently with his armored…