Fox tapped his foot impatiently on the floor as time lapsed. He'd been here for nearly half an hour, anticipating this new Clone who was recently transferred to the Coruscant Guard. By now, if the Clone hadn't been late, Fox would have already been showing them around with the flawlessly articulated route he settled on after reciting what to say. And to say he had grown irritable would be an understatement.

He eventually heard the brisk patter of footsteps approaching him and the flash of Clone armour in the corner of his vision. Finally.

"Soldier, when you are given a time to appear you are expected to then be there at the exact ti-"

Fox's words fell short. He drifted off briefly as his attention fully engaged you. This had to be a joke—a defect couldn't have been sent to the Coruscant Guard. What made him recognise you were a defect clone? You were a woman.

Now, Fox had fought alongside plenty of strong and capable women in his field of work. But a Female Clone was not at all what was expected to come out of the Clone army

What was he even supposed to say? Were you genuinely a Clone in the first place? Fox had heard whispers here and there that Kaminoan scientists had made a defect of a female Clone while striving to generate another enhanced Clone. But he never believed the rumour to be true. As his eyes took you in, the surprise hadn't faded at all.

He could hope you were equivalent to every other Clone. Even if you were not what he had expected.