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sanloss · 7 days ago

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I'm gonna add to this if you don't mind;

Diva, Excel, Speed, Influence, Mecha, Gumi and C4 are my OCs; Jo is from here. (Based on one of my DnD characters.)

Cody, Fox, and Obi-Wan Kenobi... guess.

Cable, Lucky, Sketch, Sparrow, and Vixen are from StealTheTrees.

Fox swore to himself as another blasterbolt flew far too close to his head for comfort, the hair of his wig curling from the heat. Were he a dumber man, he'd probably try recounting when his plan all went to kark. Perhaps it was when-

One of Cable's "mini" bombs went off, making bits of expensive rug fly around the previously pristine room.

Fox took a quick second to check up on team Entourage- Cable was taking refuge behind the table with him, their disguise specialist Diva was beating up an Arconan with a bottle of serrenian champagne worth more than most beings' net worths, and Lucky was turning a few humanoids of some description into piles of bruises. Excel, Sketch, and Sparrow were deeper in the building, digging up as many files as they could with Slicer's help. Vixen was-

"TCH-TOTOWAiiiiH" sounded from up in the rafters as Vixen fired a green bolt, striking a Botan about to stab Diva, catching his fur on fire.

It then spread to the Arconan- luckily, Diva's wigs were fire resistant, because his blonde curls would have gone up in flames as well.

Shots rang out from another table as Cody, like an idiot, fired on the encroaching Pikes with his Republic-issued blaster. At least Kenobi hadn't pulled out his Lightsaber, small kriffin' mercies.

He was so ashamed of his Vod, honestly. Kriffing amateur.

Speaking of the surprise Jedi- never a good thing- he was wielding a rifle half-decently. Even if he was muttering under his breath about how "uncivilised" it was every other shot.

Now that his kids and idiots were taken care of, Fox sat back down to go through his list of plans.

Plan A was out the window- the Pikes had more of the local authorities on their payroll than Fox did- as were plans B and C for much the same reason. Jo-

Fox took a second to check the tracker he hid in Jo's blacks the third time she was kidnapped by a new sentient trafficking ring they had no idea about.

... Okay, so Jo was just leaving the last location Fox suspected the remaining files were in, with R4-J5 close behind.

... Plans E, F, K, and L were out the window; she'd never get here in time.

New plan then, alright, what could they use?

... Windows. He grabbed Cable's attention, sending him a message in Corrie Sign. The kid grinned as Fox sent a few more coded messages to the rest of his kids. Soon after, all of the expensive drinks that had thus far escaped unscathed were covering the carpet. A shot from Vixen had that turn into an inferno, with all of the pikes caught on that side of the flames.

Cody came up to him- probably to continue asking dumb questions like "what the fuck" and "Why are your troopers so unhinged" and "Where did you get that"- but he was interrupted by Lucky chucking a chair through the window, and then by Fox and Cable pulling him and Kenobi through the now-broken window...

Right into the waiting speeders piloted by Speed, Influence, and Mecha, the latter of which already had Excel, Sketch, and Sparrow.

Speed looked back at him. "Nice of you to finally drop in, Luci," he smiled. Vixen and Lucky giggled as Fox groaned.

"Just drive,"

"Aye, Aye, Boss," he said, living up to his name as he rocketed away from the now quickly burning meeting. Fox pulled a secure datapad from the glove box, ignoring Cody's increasingly incensed questions and Vixen and Lucky arguing over who got the most kills as he ordered the backup teams to extract.

Fox looked up as the speeder jolted. Vixen and Lucky were straight-up wrestling now; he had to do something.

"Vixen ended the most lives, but Lucky got the most mission kills. The fire doesn't count, it's environmental," Fox declared, ruling in Lucky's favour mostly because his style of hand-to-hand CQC rarely killed people by itself.

Vixen pouted as Lucky cheered. As he was about to tell Lucky to settle down, his datapad flew up on its own accord, blocking an otherwise lethal blaster bolt to his face.

He stole a glance towards Influence's speeder. Kenobi's hand was out, but he quickly hid it by adjusting his poorly dyed hair.

Vixen was the first to react, taking out her sniper rifle and shooting back at the sniper. Lucky and Cody took a few moments longer, but they unleashed streams of green and blue bolts into the evidently armoured speeder's underside.

"Fucking GO-" Fox yelled. Speed wasted no time at all, somehow managing to squeeze the speeder into spaces just barely bigger than it while going at speeds that nothing should be going inside of atmosphere.

As they broke through back into the main thoroughfare, a glint of light caught Fox's eye. Jo was hanging out on the side of a building, like gravity was something that didn't apply to cats.

"Speed-" Fox started.

"I see her," Speed said, "Buckle up."

Due to experience with Speed’s… methods, all of the Corries in the speeder clicked their seatbelts before he had finished his order. Vixen leaned over Cody’s seat to secure him as Speed pulled more G’s than most fighter pilots would feel comfortable with.

Jo’s shadow sharpened at her fingertips, turning into large claws. The side of the speeder screeched as she grabbed on, large dark gouges marking the side. The Tabaxi clambered into the speeder as Speed continued pushing the limits of what one can do with an aircar.

“Hi Da!” she chirped, clambering over the center console to sit in his lap. “Arfour found all the things you wanted, and I stole a bunch of shiny thing!” she exclaimed, pulling a few necklaces and earrings from her bag.

“Good job,” he said, absentmindedly petting between her ears.

Speed flew them back to the ship, losing the Pikes with a few more death-defying stunts that ate years off of Fox’s life. Everyone but Cody jumped out of the speeder as soon as it stopped. His batchmate had to be carried out by the combined efforts of Vixen and Lucky.

“Vod,” Cody asked once his legs stopped shaking. “What the fuck have you been teaching your pilots?”

“Speed isn’t a pilot,” Fox replied, “He’s a trooper.”

“What the fuck!?!” Cody yelled. He was interrupted by Influence and Mecha arriving, the former’s engine smoking heavily.

Fox approached the two drivers, interrupting their argument about who got their first. “Mecha wins because his engine isn’t smoking,” he declared, causing Influence to bluster about how it was because the General ordered him to get closer to one of the Pike’s speeders to get a better shot.

“Less arguing, more getting on the karking ship!” Fox ordered as Cable, Gumi, and C4 finished setting the charges.

Kenobi opened his mouth. “With all do respect General,” Fox said, “That includes you too.”

Kenobi grinned, and looped an arm around Cody’s waist. “Well- wouldn’t want Mr. Antilles to get mad at us, would we my dear?” he said, pulling his now-flustered commander into the ship.

Fox stepped aboard the ship as one last speeder swung around a corner, blasters firing. A flash of light spewed out of the windows, followed by a cloud of sand. The speeder crashed against the ground, parts spraying everywhere as it collided with their abandoned speeders. As the ship took off, he felt Jo jumping on his back. “I made ‘em Sleep,” she explained. She pulled out a steaming mug of caff from her bag, and handed it to him as they got in the ship itself. “C4 made this for you.”

“Thank you,” he said, sipping at the mug. “Good job.”

Jo cheered at the praise, racing off to probably brag about it to someone. Fox made his way to the ship’s quarters, ditching his nice suit, makeup, and wig for his blacks. Finally feeling comfortable again, he made his way to the “bridge-pit”.

The Cobra Mk3 was the perfect ship for the Corries’ various extracurricular activities- relatively cheap, decent in combat, lots of interior space, and decent hyperdrives from the production line. Also, they were perhaps the second most produced ship in the galaxy- with only the YT-line from CEC being more common- so seeing one was like seeing a corrupt senator.

The Coruscant Guard had dozens of the things, only about half of which were official- This ship was not one of them. Painted in the deep blue of Coruscant Express’s courier fleet, it was one of the many back-up ships he had scattered around the city just in case. The Vode in charge of piloting those would leave at pre-chosen intervals, some heading straight for Coruscant, some making stops along various hyperlanes before returning.

In the bridge-pit, Excel and Slicer were examining the files that Jo and R4-J5 had gathered at the table that was usually used for Dejarik, Cable, C4, and Gumi were arguing about explosives, Sketch was picking at his newest puzzle lock, and Cody looked ready to murder somebody.

Influence was piloting, with Speed as his co-pilot. Despite the chaos happening around them, they were very much focused on flying- wait no. They were arguing about speeders, of course.

“Everything alright?” he asked, getting a chorus of “Yes Sir/Buir/Da” from the assembled Vode.

“I want answers-” Cody began, before Kenobi came in, hair undyed and shirtless.

While Cody was rebooting, Fox grabbed one of the many stacks of flimsy on the table, and joined Excel and Slicer in decoding them.

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“Da…” Jo said, pulling on his blacks. After he looked up from the ‘pad he was holding, she continued, “Uncle Cody and Uncle Kenobi want to talk to you.”

Fox sighed. “Sure,” he said, “lead the way.” As soon as her tail had disappeared behind a corner, he asked, “Which one of you kriffers taught her to call him that?”

After a few moments of (relative) silence, Sketch answered, “Think it was Vixen,” throwing his vod under the bus.

“Goddamnit.” Fox swore, getting up. “Keep up the good work kids,” he said, before leaving the room, pad in hand.

As he approached one of the cargo bays, he caught the tail-end of one of Jo’s tall tales. When he arrived, she was hanging off Cody’s shoulders, his batchmate quietly resigned to his fate as a step-stool.

“Get off your uncle, Jo,” Fox said, motioning down. She did so, rushing over to climb on his back instead. “Nuh uh,” Fox said, picking her off him. “Actually…” he handed her the pad. “Could you give this to Excel for me?”

Jo’s eyes lit up. “Yes Da!” she said, grabbing the pad in between her fingers and rushing off.

When the door locked behind her, Fox turned to look at Obi-wan and Cody. “Now,” the Jedi said, “I do believe you owe me and my dear commander some form of explanation.”

Fox did the mental equivalent of cracking his knuckles. He’s managed several stories without a single conflicting detail on the fly, crafted dozens of fake identities, and stolen millions of credits without anyone noticing. He could handle one Jedi.

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Here's a brief synopsis of my OCs, if you were curious.

Diva: The CG's resident expert in all things fashion- also one of the best when it comes to disguises and acting. Very much lives up to his name. Gives off major Drag Queen vibes.

Excel: One of the CG's logistic experts, and only second in spreadsheet wizardry to Fox himself.

Speed: A trooper who once got into a speeder chase and immediately developed an addiction to adrenaline. The best pilot the CG have, even if no-one but Jo is willing to get into a vehicle he's driving if they have the choice. Influence's Batchmate.

Influence: One of the CG's pilots. Won a Swoop-bike race while drunk, thus the name. Taught Speed how to drive a speeder, has regretted it ever since. Speed's Batchmate.

Mecha: Mechanic, practically lives in the motorpool, will tear your throat out if you break something and try to hide it.

Gumi: EOD specialization, took his name from an old cartoon character who's only spell was blowing shit up. C4's Batchmate.

C4: Originally CC-4444, decided C4 was his name since the trainer in charge of EOD complained about the similarity between it and his designation. Also EOD. Gumi's Batchmate.

Jo: A 10th level Arcane Trickster Rogue Tabaxi. Based off one of my own DnD characters. Very good at stealing shit and being sneaky. Likes riding on people's shoulders because it makes her feel tall. Officially Yoda's padawan.

I think the funniest way for Commander Fox’s Illegal Activities to be discovered is in the middle of a high stakes con off world. Posing as a war profiteer looking for business opportunities with the Separatists cause he’s trying to get the receipts for the purchase of the clone army hoping that it will lead him to the person who orchestrated the whole war (he knows the whole thing is a sham, and refuses to play along).

Fox has troopers hidden nearby just in case, snipers on the roof, slicers already in the security system. The mark is already on the hook. Everything is going great until he makes eye contact with Cody across the room.

Cody and Obi-wan suck in to hopefully get information about Separatist troop movements. Cody sidles up to Fox and refuses to leave so Fox has to work around him. They have two very different goals but the same target and have to work together to get it.

Obi-wan came up with the plan ten minutes after seeing the party. Fox has been building his reputation in the criminal underworld as a ruthless mafia leader since he became Marshal Commander and has been planning this specific con for weeks. Cody and Obi-wan are playing Tic Tac Toe while Fox is playing 6D chess.

Everything goes to shit when an old enemy tries to kill Fox and one of his Corries shows up out of no where and snaps their neck. It devolves into a shoot out and Fox steals the safe with all the financial documents and they escape in Fox’s ship and his men argue about who killed more people while Fox decodes the documents and traces the bank accounts while dodging questions from Cody.