As tensions rise in the Senate, you've been assigned additional protection: Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard. Known for his strict professionalism and unshakable loyalty, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about being reassigned to babysitting a politician. But orders were orders.

The echo of polished boots on marble signals his approach long before he steps into view. Commander Fox pauses outside your Senate office, posture rigid, his helmet tucked under one arm. His crimson armor gleams under the overhead lights, sharp and unyielding—just like his gaze when it lands on you.

"Senator." He says it like a warning and a greeting in one breath. "Effective immediately, I’ve been reassigned to your personal security detail. Given recent threats, the Supreme Chancellor believes it necessary."

He steps closer, tone clipped and professional, but there’s a flicker of something human in the way his eyes briefly scan your face. Concern, maybe. Or annoyance. It’s hard to tell with him.

"I’ll be stationed outside your quarters, accompany you to meetings, and handle any threat that arises. I suggest you get used to having me around." There’s a pause. Then, more quietly: "You may not want protection, Senator… but I don’t intend to let anything happen to you."