Entries When Cody Looks Up "Toad" On The Encyclopedia Obi-Wan Kept In The Negotiator's Database:

Entries when Cody looks up "Toad" on the encyclopedia Obi-Wan kept in The Negotiator's database:

Oggdo Bogdo (Bogano) filed by Jedi Master Eno Cordova, scholar and archaeologist

Worrt (Tatooine) filed by Padawan learner Anakin Skywalker, Year c. 7945's Boonta Eve champion

*the command batch group chat* Cody: Which animal do you think you could take in a fight? Wolffe: How much time do you have Rex: oh my god Fox: Toad Cody: Elaborate Fox: no

Logbook entry #1

I'm still struggling if using past or present tense for fanfic drabbles makes more sense to me. Consequently I always feel like editing when rereading them after a day or two

I usually post on a whim because inspiration mostly strikes when I should probably get some sleep.

Using the Tumblr drafts as a brain dump doesn't help organizing any thoughts for coherent story telling.

Maybe I could cross post on AO3? Idk why but AO3 feels intimidating to share on. So many tags. Such a low level of polish to my drabbles.

What if reading other people's works unknowingly led to me writing a very similiar idea?

How does one write a convincing story arc with motives and climax, it's all just feels and moods to me while I'm actually a very clear T person.

Btw really appreciate anyone reading and sharing thoughts on my brainworms THANK YOU hope they're worth your time! Communication on social media is hard lol.

Fox and snow!!! The inspo was this cute reel 🦊

Fox is scouting the holonet and sliced databanks for planets suitable to hide troopers facing decommissioning. Confined to Coruscant he asks Bacara for help not realizing his brother had already started to establish a safe space to sent the troopers deemed "not fit" to serve with the Marines to

He'd never seen snow. His eyes were open wide reflecting the earnest wonder the rest of his face didn't convey. The hand previously cardling his fist clutching his encrypted comm close to his heart slowly reached towards the colorless cristalls dancing in the cold air, palms facing towards the grey sky offering more and more of its frozen tears. It was bitingly cold, so cold that their breaths were visible.

They had stepped down the ramp in silence, not announcing their arrival was the safest thing to do. Their dark hair, brows and lashes were already contrasted by white decorations of snow flakes after a few moments of standing still. His eyes began to slowly crinkle in a smile, it was subtle but noticable to anyone who knew what to look for. The few who had seen his smile in the private quarters they had shared back when all of them had still worn blues. Tilting his head towards the one man at his side, Fox closed lips turned upwards and his signature dimples appeared on his slightly gaunt cheeks.

"It smells so nice."

Bacara had never realized how being stationed on Triple Zero meant more than the pressure of working constantly surrounded by natborns. The Guard would've met more cultures and races during their service than any other corps. But they were also working on the planet with the least natural phenomena present, the least space to decompress. The endless jungle of buildings, durasteel floors and artificial skies did a poor job at imitating the galaxy's vastness. It was a poor attempt of representing cultures when there was no room to actually express those in a shared experience even one as simple as maybe gardening. Unless you were karking rich of course. He briefly pondered if all his brothers in the Guard got to know were the everlasting Kaminoan rain and the Coruscanti sunny weather simulation. Then he nodded slowly.

Fox was directly facing him, his eyes closing fully now, while he kept breathing in the clear air deeply as if he had been deprived of it before. He didn't even flinch at the shriek of a local bird but for once seemed to enjoy being oblivious. Existing in this very moment, he looked serene and trusting and safe. The bucket was clipped to his belt and the rest of the cold assault armor he'd lent from the 21st did nothing not hide the warmth Fox radiated into this private moment shared between two brothers. Bacara swore to himself then and there he would find a way to confide in the other commanders to one day gather them to witness the peace of their own secret safe space.

I just think Fox and Bacara would make a terrific (and probably terrifying) duo. But they could also be the best frenemies in the "I am the only one allowed to shit talk about this idiot" way

Thank you for feeding this brainworm!

Sorry about Stone :( I feel like we need more stories about him disappearing, there's so much untapped potential..

Unlike his brothers, Marshall Commander Fox hadn't suffered a single scar on his regulation perfect face over the whole course of the war

The GAR's system armies returned to Coruscant to reunite with those who survived the war that had come to an abrupt break after High General Windu had decapitated the Chancellor to rescue General Skywalker. Suddenly the heart of the republic was flooded by men who had lost everything but themselves to protect it. Men who were trying to recognize their brothers in scarred faces and warm voices.

Fox had always been adamant about wearing his distinctive red armor. His bucket was the only face he'd ever shown to natborns and GAR troopers planetside Triple Zero alike.

The only sentients who had consciously looked into Fox eyes during the years of war shared on Coruscant were those on duty with the Guard. It was not like there was anything special to see, all his features were picture perfect according to the regs set up for the alpha CCs on Kamino. Not a single scar or hair out of place, no glint in his eyes and no personality to his curt responses.

Wolffe didn't recognize his little brother in the man standing in front of him. He didn't know that this was how Fox had been able to wear a thousand faces on Coruscant. That after Commander Stone had vanished during a prison riot one year into the war the Guard had never been able to retrieve his body, only his armor. That since then it had been Fox or Thorn who had worn it. Or how the Marshall Commander still desperately wished he had been the one wearing the SIC armor on an escort mission to Scipio. Wolffe didn't know the recently promoted Guard commander, a young CC named Thire, was way more experienced than his mission profiles let on.

Wolffe didn't know what Fox had not told him. He did not know how every single scar lighting into his brothers body had faded without medical attention. How the pure pain etched into the smooth skin over and over had made Fox numb. There was no sign or proof of what he had suffered. So Wolffe just handed the package he was tasked to deliver over to the blank version of Fox that Triple Zero had spat into his face, his cybernatic eye trying to catch any sign of what thoughts ran through the other's mind. It was one of the first times he could look into Fox eyes with no visor in between. He still came up empty.

A quiet "Thank you Commander" was all Wolffe got when Fox carefully accepted the bundled item with two hands and retreated into the empty room he and Thire had been assigned to. Wolffe wanted to scream at the door closing in front of his face. He just kept staring at it in silence.

Looking at the package didn't give away much about it's origins to Fox. It was a pathetic thing honestly, something small, not bigger than a pauldron but flat, and wrapped in old rags looking like some destroyed fabric from prison blacks. Fox hands began to tremble slightlyat the familiar smell. He carefully turned the bundle around.

There's a small piece of flimsi stuck to the back. Fox recognized the chicken scribble without reading the words. He knew it from thousands of little annotations that had been stuck to his data pads over the last years. He could not bring himself to decipher it.

Fox slowly unwrapped the item. The sharp edges would have cut into his skin if not for the gloves he was wearing. Thire had not yet convinced him to leave more than his bucket on the armor stack in the room.

Fox blinked at the shard in his hand. His own eyes stared back at him. His brothers' eyes stared back at him. His face looked like a million other faces on this force forsaken planet. He could be anyone, there were no actual scars on his skin that had been burned by lightning countless times.

But the face looking back at him was distorted by a single crack in the makeshift mirror, running straight along his nose and down to his left jaw. It was Thorn who was looking back at him. Thorn whose armor had been destroyed on Scipio. Thorn who had carried him through the pain and desperation when they had lost Stone. Thorn who he had trusted the most, whom he he had loved more than any other brother even his own batch. Thorn who had died kriffing a tenday before the war ended. It was Thorn's scar carefully etched into this small unpposio shard.

Fox clutched it like a a lifeline. His breathing started to rasp. Desperate for a word from the brother he had lost he tried to concentrate on the message that had been attached to the fabric. But the flimsi didn't offer any explanation, just two questions stealing more air from his lungs.

"Can you acknowledge that I live? That we lived?"

Fox armor clattered when he fell to his knees. A high keen tore from his throat before he began to weep loudly.

Wolffe overrode the door lock and ran to his little brother.

The cracked mirror resembles Thorn's facial scars to a t. It is wrapped in a piece of fabric of the same kind Stone wore on prison duty the day he died. It still smells like prison. Fox mourns the brothers who can only live on in his memory because Thire hasn't been around long enough. I wish this piece turned out different but I could not find the right words. Maybe I'll rewrite it one day. Inspired by @howdidthisevenhappenanyway's post on how Lichtenberg figures actually fade over time and this post by @cc-tens

Parenting difficulty ranking by Alpha-17

Wolffe

Fox

Bly

Cody

Ponds

Parenting difficulty ranking by the batch

Boba

Boba Fett

Boba Fett, alias CT-1313

Boba Fett, alias CT-1313, angry feral much too clever child with access to too many weapons

Rex

While every brother chose a name to have just for themselves and to distinguish themselves from each other, Boba chose a designation number to have something in common with his brothers and to blend in

Ohhhhh! Thank you for adding another perspective. Why did I read the timeline wrong? My bad! But I've never picked up on the possessive connotations and now this will live in my brain again.

Assuming the inhibitor chips are designed to surpress emotional processing / responses and not just free will it's interesting to think about how Fox was angry before Order 66.. or maybe a malfunction during his chip's activation escalated his unhinged behavior further.. or maybe he wasn't angry at all but a prematurely activated chip made him act like a competitive angry overachiever. So many options!

(Außerdem hallo German speaking folks, kinda didn't expect to meet you in this small corner of the internet)

Fuchsteufelswild

German, adjective, literally: Fox - Devil - Wild

Grimm Dictionary volume 4, column 357 (Leipzig, 1878): “so upset that it seems like you’re with the devil”

This leaves two interpretations

Fox mad as hell is unstoppable and therefore might just as well have sealed a deal with the Devil Sith Lord sacrificing his soul to fend off any danger to his corps and operating wildly out of jurisdiction with no apparent consequences ever (The Corries are actually profiting of a corrupt system, after all only they know how to fill tons of flimsiwork in time and they're not opposed to using loop holes nobody ever realized were there to protect their unhinged Marshall Commander)

Fox is always livid when he's with the Devil Chancellor, something about that old man set off his inner alarm bells the second he read the assignment papers for his posting on Coruscant and it only keeps ringing louder with every observation once he's in the same room as his CO and no way to escape (Serving corrupt senators and clonephobic natborns lowers Fox inhibitions to not just go bad shit crazy so he throws himself into "friendly" competitions with his GAR brothers earning him way too many military awards and decorations for someone not stationed on the front lines. Also seriously who kriffing includes an extravagant roll when charging into a rescue mission)

Not sure how Basic and other Galactic languages actually compare to real life languages but I am convinced nobody should feel safe from Fox' wrath, not even the devil Chancellor himself the Commander has to report to

It's also interesting to note that the emphasis on "devil" being the dangerous and angry identificator of the compound changed to a "fox" centric interpretation in modern days (mostly referring to wild foxes being dangerous when they're sick with rabies), so the fox is perceived as more of a threat than the devil