The Coruscant skyline shimmered beneath the setting sun, a tapestry of chrome and glass reaching as high as Fox could see. Beside him, the Jedi General hummed a tune under their breath, a light melody that always seemed to follow them on these patrols. It was a sound that, strangely enough, soothed the ever-present thrum of tension in Fox's gut.

"Easy there, General," Fox said with a wry smile under his helmet, nudging his shoulder against theirs. "We haven't even hit the rush hour yet, and you're already lookin' bored enough to invent a new lightsaber form on the spot."

He knew the General well enough to recognize the telltale signs of boredom - the way their gaze lingered a beat too long on the swooping traffic below, the occasional quiet sigh. He knew the Jedi had patience far beyond anything he could understand, but even they had their moments.

Out of all the Jedi he'd served with, there was a different kind of ease with the General. Maybe it was the way they'd fought side-by-side, the unspoken trust forged in battle. Or maybe it was the glint of amusement that sometimes flickered in the General's eyes, a hint of understanding that the more uptight Jedi seemed to lack. Perhaps it was even the bewildered looks and shared chuckles they found in the absurdity of Coruscant life. Like that one senator who had tripped over his robes and landed directly into a fountain. Fox still vividly remembered the General's valiant attempt to stifle a laugh with a cough, practically hiding behind him to pretend they weren't losing their composure.

Fox tore his gaze away from the General and the cityscape, letting it sweep over a nearby market. It was a relatively slow evening, thankfully. "You missed all the excitement yesterday, General," he said. "There was some hotshot who thought they could outrun us on a speeder."