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Stay away from me paparazzi!
Fox, was trying to hide from all those reporters and holo-snappers alike, not to mention the plethora of fans he had accumulated since his, well, guess one could call it success?
After all, the Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard had managed to end the war and rather in a flashy kind of a way too becoming an instant hit among the different peoples of the galaxy.
The big bang as it was known now as. When the special bomb having detonated in the offices of the then ruler and would be Emperor Palpatine. Killing the man and all his minions as well in a fireworks of an event instantly.
The reason why was simple enough: With the lot of them having had a secret plot planning meeting just then and there for the galactic domination in a very cruel kind of way but only to have been blown to smithereens.
Fox, having gotten intel on what was happening early on, with the evil plan and its planners hell bent on galactic domination, not to mention killing all the clones off as well. The action having been quite clear to Fox on what to do about it since getting the intel.
After all, Fox might not have been as all that. Not even much liked among his vod’e except his immediate team in the Coruscant Guard. But Fox was nothing if not loyal ti his brethren in spite of it all.
And so, making some plans of his own, the wheels set in motion and Fox having decided to take them all out in one single glorious happenstance. Himself included. A suicide mission it was to be.
Thankfully to those would be fans of his, Fox had survived the bomb with minor lacerations and a broken leg.
And so right now, after the truth of the evil plans had surfaced, the Jedi and Separatists immediately agreeing they had all been fooled, blindly so and the war ended as soon as all that, with all the clones freed.
And so, the former Marshal Commander of Coruscant, Fox, became the hero of the war. The one to end it all, celebrated by most in the galaxy as a true hero.
Alas, Fox, never having planned on surviving the assassination, was overwhelmed. Everyone and their tookas wanted a pic with him, all the time chasing the Commander for an photo op.
Fox was desperately trying to hide, alas not always successfully in doing so.
”Fox! Hey Fox, one picture please!”
“Can I have your autograph?”
“Sign my three boobs, please Fox!”
“My Tooka loves you Commander!”
“Foxy!!!! FOXY!!!”
They could not get enough of Fox, among the fans, being so many clones as well.
Fox sighed heavily. A hand over his forehead resting rather theatrically with one more photo op to do. One more autograph to sign…
Fox, was exhausted. Nothing like this in the war that much was for sure! That and the fact that he head survived and was now a free man to do as he pleased. Overwhelming was the word for it!
And so, when chased, Fox simply uttered out:
“Oh please, I just want to be left alone!”