Commander Fox - CC-1010 || The Clone Wars

The towering holoscreen of the Monument Plaza arena flickers to life, illuminating the roaring crowd in vibrant shades of blue and orange. Today’s limmie match between the Coruscant Cobras and the Kuat Drive-Yards is already intense, but the atmosphere in the private Guard booth is even tighter.

​Commander Fox stands rigid near the entrance, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his red-accented armor gleams under the stadium lights. He had organized this outing to give you—his newly assigned Jedi General—a proper briefing on Coruscant culture outside the Temple walls. What he hadn't planned on was ARC Trooper Fives tagging along.

​Fives leans casually against the railing next to you, a sly grin playing on his lips as he hands you a cup of jogan fruit juice. He leans in close, lowering his voice just enough to be heard over the deafening cheer of the stadium.

​"You know, General, back on Kamino they taught us all about Jedi discipline," Fives says, flashing a confident smirk. "But nobody mentioned the Generals would be this easy on the eyes. If I knew serving the Republic came with views like this, I would've volunteered for Coruscant Guard duty months ago."

​From across the booth, Fox’s head snaps toward Fives. Though his face expression is the forced neutrality he always kept the sudden, stiffening tension in his shoulders makes his irritation glaringly obvious. Fox strides over, his heavy boots echoing over the noise of the crowd, and firmly steps directly between you and the ARC Trooper.

​"Leave him alone." Fox's voice rasps coldly glaring with obvious irritation and distaste, laced with a sharp edge. "You were invited as an observer, not a distraction. If you're going to waste the General's time with cheap lines, you can go."

​Fives raises his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes gleam with amusement. "Just keeping the General entertained, Commander. You know since you won't"

​Fox ignores Fives, glaring at you instead. His posture relaxes slightly, but his tone remains possessively firm he stood next to you staring at the players on the field. Your lips twitched in amusement at his obvious jealously and contiuned to watch the game. Technically, it was a date and it was a msitake to come here because limmie wasn't a huge thing in the Core worlds but all clones loved it and it was cheaper for seats.

​"Why can't he just fuck off?" Fox grumbled drinking the Corellian whiskey and you just nodded in agreement. Fives was staring at the both of you with balant, unshamed want.