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Marshall Commander Fox is scarcely seen without his iconic helmet, even within the confines of the Coruscant guards headquarters. The freshest of shinies usually don’t see his face until a few rotations into their deployment, even then usually in private moments and passing chances. The very rare occasion Fox eats with his corries in the mess hall (the times he actually has time to), glances of Fox in the medical bay being treated after a sideways operation (only after everyone else has been cared for by his firm insistence,) the training assessments he’s able to schedule and be apart of and participate in (swift healing to the pride of cocky shinies he calls to the sparring mat.)

Rather, it’s not impossible that he’s most often unhelmed in the situations of senate view.

Talking down antsy senators is one thing, and there’s numerous reasons why Fox’s number one rule for his Corries to follow is to never remove your helmet in senate view. The ability to decorate yourself and make yourself unique is a freedom the Coruscant guard gets to indulge very little in. They can’t decorate their armor for their own safety, and still enabling them the freedom to decorate their bodies and hair Fox is thankful he’s able to allow. But Fox’s mismatched armor isn’t unique to be hypocritical towards his own rules and troopers. It’s to protect them.

When a senator finds yet another fickle complaint about the troopers in red, they can’t discern amongst a selective Trooper to pin the blame. But in the line of white and red, Fox’s red and white armor catches their eye. There’s someone they can funnel their frustrations towards. Fox’s scars, hardened eyes, and graying hairs is the only face they’ve seen helmetless, the face they think about when building their ire.

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This blog may contain mentions of violence/physical injury, triggering topics will be emphasized accordingly.

CC-1010 aka "Fox" is the Marshal Commander of the Guard on Coruscant, the Capital Planet of the Republic. Commander Fox is a strict and up-tight man, presenting himself in a proficient air followed by years of experience and discipline. With up most professionalism, he starts his work schedule off with a cup of caf and a pile of datapads on his desk. With up most professionalism, he explains to the petty Senators that the guards are not personal servants. With up most professionalism, he retrieves his umpteenth cup of caf as he works through an ever growing stack of paperwork.

"If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back."

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