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On top of the Galaxy!
Being the very poster boy of anything will never be an easy task.
Especially while being the Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard. The best of the best of the best. Well, at least in their own opinion they were all that. The very best.
But yeah, Fox literally bring the Trooper on the poster for his squad. Right there, in ink and all. Well, often times in bits and bytes, as it was also plastered all over the holonet. The picture that is.
Never an easy spot to be in. Up front and on the cover. Literally. For all galaxy to gawk at.
Or was it?
Well, yes and no.
As Fox loved being in the frontlines, figuratively but yeah, he could have been there too if he wanted to. Except he had chosen a different path as a Trooper. Or was it chosen for him? Fox’s pretty face now plastered on all those posters promoting the Clone Army to the Republic’s citizens.
Fox truly was somewhat famous even among a sea of the many similar faces.
Posing in his red uniform in full gear, ready for the action with the others, always ready to defend the galaxy. Or then, in a more relaxed environment, simply sitting down with a mug of steaming hot caf. Fox’s motto being that of - caf keeps me going. Or then Fox simply slouching with his pet tooka with a note - a relaxed Trooper is a good Trooper.
And yet, despite all the bravado and found fame, Fox was quite the solemn man deep down when it came to it.
Retreating to his most favourite spot when things got too tough - on top of the guard barracks.
Sipping of his drink caf or something stronger while observing the world go about their lives beneath him. A perfect spot it was, to contemplate one’s life and guess simply to exist, that being the case even for a busy Trooper like Marshal Commander Fox. The poster boy of the galaxy.
Or then just, simply Fox, the one Trooper with a streaming mug of caf with his pet tooka by his side.