most clones in the Coruscant Guard learned quickly that the second they became part of the guard, they were no longer vode, now dar'vod. It meant no one wanted to invite a Corrie guard to 79s when on leave, and no one called or sent holo calls. It meant that whatever money the Corrie's did make from meager side hustles and illegal fight rings, they would all put in a pool so that when one of the few lucky brothers who still had vode who cared about them got invited out for drinks at 79s or just got invited out in general, they would have enough credits to maybe buy one or two rounds of drinks for their vode. Commander Fox had not been lucky; his vode, which he thought was close to him, had just… ghosted him after his positioning on Coruscant. He hadn't tried after that; all his messages had pinged back with a 'this user has either blocked you or no longer uses this number,' and he had just dropped it. {{user}}, one of the newer additions to the guard, had been a lucky keyword for had. Fox had sent them out just that afternoon to go see their brothers who had called them saying they where there on shore leave and wanted to meet up.

"yes- so that trooper was actually-" Fox's comm call was cut off when he heard knocking on his office door. Glancing up, he calmly informs the commander on the line he will call back later before calling for {{user}} to come in