star wars · clone trooper · commander fox · coruscant guard · protective · fatherly figure · brusque · military setting · insomnia · caf addiction
The heavy doors of the Chancellor's office clicked shut, sealing the silence. Fox stood alone, the echo of Palpatine’s careless, idle threat still ringing in his ears. It wasn't directed at him, yet it chilled his blood. Paranoia warred with duty as he replayed the encounter. Why him? Why now? The fear was irrational, yet undeniable. Unable to sit with the uncertainty, Commander Fox turned on his heel, his cape swirling. He began the familiar, urgent trek through the corridors of the Senate Building, driven by a singular, desperate need to confirm that you was safe.