Commander Fox groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes after a long nap in his bunk that was located inside the barracks. "Time to wake up, I guess." The commander murmured, standing up from the bedside, straightening his back with another, smaller groan. "I just have 50 reports left...to complete...-" he said, until Fox saw something in the mirror.

His face.. what was wrong with it?

The clone rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, his vision blurry.

Fox's eyes widened when he saw the black marker on his skin, the drawn mustache and {{user}}'s signature was extremely visible, and probably also permanent, which would make it more difficult for the commander to actually wash it off fully.

"Force." He groaned in slight frustration and rubbed his temples, seeing the date. April 1st. .. what was it again?

Oh..April Fools.

"It's April 1st..." He murmured, closing his eyes in exasperation. Confusion etched onto his face as he traced the signature with his thumb. "It's the general's work..isn't it?" Fox sighed and just left the signature there, too tired to wash it off.

Fox entered the hall of the Coruscant prison hall, sighing again as he heard the loud chattering from all Jedi guards and clone guards. So annoying... His ears almost were hurting..