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When CC-1010 comes back to himself it feels like he is being pulled out from underwater. He shakes his head in hopes of clearing out the rest of the fog. Fox opens his eyes and looks around. He is standing in the middle of his small office at the Coruscant Guard Headquarters. He has no idea how he got there. He doesn’t know what happened. Why is he holding his blaster?
Beyond the door, he can hear the sound of his men rushing around the compound. What are they doing? Why couldn’t he remember?
He takes a step towards his desk and it feels like his legs are filled with lead. Another step, then another. He collapses onto his chair and stares at his hands. They were shaking. Why were they shaking?
He remembers the call. The order. A rogue clone from the 501st. One of Rex’s men. He racks his memory, desperate to find out what happened. These memory gaps were getting longer and far more frequent. He couldn’t let anyone know. He couldn’t let his brothers worry over him when they had a war to fight, whole battalions to worry about. He couldn’t let anyone else know. They would deem him unfit for duty; decommission him.
There had been a warehouse. General Skywalker and Rex were stuck in a ray shield. The clone - Fives - had grabbed Rex’s blaster, had aimed it at the guard. Fox had stunned him. He had stunned him. Wait. No. His blaster wasn’t on stun? Why hadn’t it been on stun? He had given his men orders to stun the rogue clone.
Oh karking hells, he’d killed a vod.
Fox had killed a vod.
He was a vod’kyramud. But that didn’t make sense! As loyal as he was to the republic, vode came first. Clones had to stick together. They had no one else. They all knew what it was like to lose a brother in the field. But to lose a brother to another brother? On Coruscant of all places? They were going to hate him. He didn’t remember doing it and they would hate him for it.
He was loyal to his vode . He was loyal to the republic. He was- He was- He was exhausted. Why couldn’t he remember?