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Who stole the karking caf???
Fox was barely up, the early morning hour not his favourite in any kind of way.
Getting through the motions of shave, shower and shove off was what Fox did manage just barely. The only thing in his mind keeping him from going totally bonkers was the one and only love of his life.
His Precious.
The darkest and strongest of them all, as black as his very own soul:
Caf.
Arriving to the break room, Fox expected the pot to be already brewing as per usual.
As Fox did not ask much for himself, only that the pot was a brewing in the early morning hours!
Alas, what Fox found there, was no smell of freshly brewed caf! Only an empty pot, sitting there with its mouth agape! The cupboard doors all open wide and.. empty?!?
“What the kriff is going to on in here?”
Fox quickly started a desperate search for the Precious, alas it was all for nought!
Getting more and more desperate, agitated even each passing moment, his frantic search still continuing in the hopes of finding… something. A small trace if any!
And yet, there was nothing there to find.
Hopeless, wide eyed, antsy, anxious, fuming… hands thrown in the air as the wounded trade mark howl escaped him for all to hear:
“Nooooooooo — Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
It was a blood curling sound for sure!
Sniffing through his tears, beaten, Fox curled in to a foetal position on the ground under the table there. Arms wrapped around his body as he rocked himself. The only words out of his mouth spoken almost inaudibly…
“Caf… My Precious…”
It was there, were they found him. Thire, Thorn and Hound having arrived for their shift.
“What’s… going on in here? Fox???”
They looked for their Commander, finding him finally, the three rushing to Fox’s side.
“Fox, what happened here?”
Fox, almost catatonic by now, but still repeating the word one .
“Caf…”
“Oh no!!!”
Three sets of eyes soon found the reason to their Commander’s current state.
There was no caf n the house!!!
It was a catastrophe! A very cruel prank someone had pulled on the Commander for sure!!!
“Oh my Force!”
“Thire, Hound, you take Fox to the bunk room. I will head to the store. Quickly, we don’t have long!”
The all acted quickly enough. Thorn running to the shop, once there buying all the caf he could find before getting back and filling the pot as soon as that. The machine bubbling chipper like while brewing the Precious.
“Come on!” He urged the machine to move faster.
It took the normal amount of time though, the dark liquid filling the mug soon enough. The extra strong blend.
Thorn arrived to the bunk room, finding the other two at Fox’s side, trying to sooth him the best they could.
“Any change?”
“No.”
“Let’s hope we’re not too late!”
Thorn let the odour of the Precious waft across the small area. Fox stiffening suddenly, smelling the air around him.
“That’s it, Foxy! “ Thorn coaxed him. “That’s the ticket Laddie!”
Fox sniffed the air vigorously now. His wet eyes suddenly popping completely wide and open.
Thorn held the mug close to his lips, letting Fox take small sips at first.
“That’s a good Commander!”
Fox suddenly alert again, even able to grab a hold of the mug while sipping from it by himself.
“Mine!” He hissed, and sipped and sipped.
After several gulps Fox looked up and at the three standing there, worried expressions plastered on.
But Fox was recovering, in record time too! Thanks to the Precious Caf!
“Thank you!”
“Is all good, Foxy.”
“Yeah, guess the caf really is a life saviour, huh?”
Fox looked at the caf and back at his men. A smile was forming. The Commander once again himself.
“It truly is.” Sipping more from the mug, his life and day certainly having been saved.