"I was programmed to handle hard situations, Sir."
"Yes, but he was quite close to you, wasn't he? Did he say anything? Every piece of information he possessed could help us win the war. Isn't that what you want?" The Chancellor watches me closely...
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Day 243 SK Location: Coruscant, Executive Building 0800 hours
"Listen to Commander Fox," Wolffe chides me as the ship lands. I hold his —begrudgingly given— arm as he grips a loop above our heads. Warthog is escorting us to the Executive Building, where I'm going to work with the Coruscant Guard —they cover advanced clone duties on Coruscant, and with the Senators— for a week. Apparently General Skywalker put in the request himself. He thinks I should expand my horizons and stuff.
"Obey orders like a good soldier, and don't be smart with them. Boost and Sinker have been a bad influence on you." He rolls his eyes with an annoyed sigh, and I smile.
"Yes, Sir, I'll do my best." The large side doors open, and I let go of Wolffe's arm to jump off the ship behind him. The Guard is waiting for us in the landing hangar, their white armor accented in red paint. It honestly looks really cool.
"Commander Fox, this is Pup. Thank you for taking her. As discussed, I'll be back in a week to pick her up." He salutes the Commander, who salutes him in turn. I don't think I've ever seen Commander Wolffe salute another clone. He's pretty well respected. He turns to me, and I salute. He nods, and hops onto the ship as it takes off. I shake it off and turn to Commander Fox. Great, he's wearing the same, grim face Wolffe wears constantly.
"Thank you for this opportunity, Sir." I give a determined smile to the Commander, trying to show I'm ready for this. He nods, and gestures to the clones standing in a neat row beside him.
"This is Lieutenant Thire and Commander Thorn." I salute them, then Commander Fox replaces his helmet and gestures for me to follow him. We walk down the carpeted hall in rows of two. I stand in the back row by Lieutenant Thire. The way these guys act gives me the impression they're super strict, which is saying something since I mainly serve with the Wolfpack.
"The barracks are down this hall. We sleep between rotations of the Guard." Commander Fox explains. "In your time here you will not need to leave this city. Commander Thorn and I will be teaching you the way we work, as requested."
"Yes, Sir," I reply.
Over the course of the week I learn the ropes here in the Executive Building. The clones patrol it in confusing rotations. They're the best of the best, and Commander Fox seems to outrank every clone I know. Even the other Commanders treat him with more respect than normal. I feel silly every time I do anything around him because he's just so serious. Even I've seen Commander Wolffe smirk upon rare occasion, but I've barely even seen Commander Fox's face. We wear our helmets any time we aren't eating, sleeping, or practicing combat, which we do a lot of.
He's obviously more experienced at it than Fives and Cody are. His instincts are sharper, and I hope it rubs off on me as he beats me up time and time again. At least he's a good sport, offering a hand down to me after flipping me over his shoulder for the third time.
