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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 2:23 pm
"Yes, the jawas will get me. As if a big smouldering slab of metal isn't bait enough to lure them in..." Orrin watched as some more skyhoppers headed back to base, as night sprinted to catch the day.
"Listen, if you dont' get going this instant, you'll have much more problems than you have already. I'll get a move on, so that I'm that much closer to base. Hopefully no Tuskin Raiders are out..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 3:15 pm
Logar, flying back to base, noticed the two missing skyhoppers and checked his sensors. Telling his comrades he'd be along in a minute, he heeled over and headed back.
((I'd post more, but I have to eat. I may be back later.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 3:53 pm
"Ok, but when they find your corpse tomorrow I tell them it was your descision to stupidly walk back to base." Jarik hefted Kef and dragged him back to the hopper. soon they were airborn and on their way to base.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:19 pm
Cramped in the back of Jarik's skyhopper, Kefka rubbed his broken leg.
"Hey, thanks for grabbin me eh? But what about the other guy, what if we don't make it back in time. Theres Tusken Raiders down there."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:22 pm
Logar saw the skyhopper lift off, and landed next to the remaining pilot and opened the passenger-side hatch, but did not get out. "I hate this desert. Come in here, where it's wet. What happened?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 7:53 am
Orrin shrugged, thinking this would make a nice prank back at base as well.
"Wet is an overstatement. I don't mind the offer though.." He said, taking up residence in the new skyhopper.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:55 pm
The hopper lifted off. "Maybe, but I do have a humidifier in here. So, how you going to explain this to the colonel?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 1:56 pm
"Listen, bub. I'm in this to screw myself, not anyone else... I'll just tell the Flight Control Officer some story. The colonel, well, I doubt if he's even on this planet. The FCO will wring my neck... as well as our CO... oh well."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:05 pm
"I saw a nother pilot pick him up. he'll be ok. hows the leg?" Jarik said as he brought his skyhopper to land at the rebel base. "You got banged up prety hard."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 7:13 pm
"It still hurts, but I'll be okay...s**t the Colonels gonna have my head..."
He hobbled out of the hopper, as Jarik guided him to the small makeshift Med Wing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 8:53 pm
FrozenPhoenix32 "It still hurts, but I'll be okay...s**t the Colonels gonna have my head..." He hobbled out of the hopper, as Jarik guided him to the small makeshift Med Wing. "Yes. yes he will. But you know what will make you feel better? we sneak into Mos Eisly and get some hookers that will cheer you right up."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 9:22 pm
Logar guided the hopper into base. Being last in, he was forced to park farthest from the door into the air-conditioned interior. For a Mon Calamari on Tatooine, this was a major consideration. He sighed in vexation. "Well, as long as I stay out of it. Let me know how you fared, if you survive."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 6:00 pm
"Yeah, Okay, after I get my leg fixed up."
Half an hour later, a 21B droid had fixed his leg and he was good as new.
"So what was this about Mos Eisley?"
Just as he and Jarik were about to split, Kefka's comlink went off.
"Lieutenant Dragoon, report at my office immediately. Bring Private Corran as well." The Voice of Colonel Jan Dodonna resonated in the small med-wing, and they both new they were ankledeep in bantha poddoo.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 6:45 pm
Orrin hopped out of the speeder, waving to the Calimarian, to turn around and bump right into the MPs... and their cuffs.
"Oh, come on. Why would I want to escape in the first place?" Orrin joked, as they basically manhandled him to the FCO's office. The FCO was a portly man, aged about 35, and had a balding head. His countenance was not friendly.
"Orrin," he began. "I don't think I need to explain why you're here. Cut to the chase. Now."
"Weeellll offiseeeerrr..." Orrin played around, enounciating every syllable just to piss the CO off.
"Speak right, or I'll dump you off at the nearest Imperial station."
"Lay off the smack, almighty sir. I got bored, thought I'd have some fun." Orrin's answer didn't please the CO any. "Soo, I paged the fellow flyers to a friendly a**-kicking. They didn't answer, I bumped one, and poof! We are here now."
"A bump wouldn't cause not one, but two speeders to go down, and one to be damaged fairly good on one wing. You'll have to do better."
"Listen, I jammed that punk's fighter. Albeit, a wee bit too hard, so my wing came off, and he had to crash. The other dude, well, he must have caught the eye of the needle." Orrin by this time had worked the CO into a gruelling composure, but didn't mind it a bit.
"Take him to the brig. I don't even want to see him. Just... If I knew you were going to be this much of a pain in the a**, I wouldn't have let you join. I thought that maybe you're record on Coruscant came from being an Imp hater, but you're nothing but bantha fodder."
The MPs took hold of Orrin's arm, as he blurted out, "If nothing else, give the whelps a medal or something. Those blunderheads had enough resolve to piss me off!" And with that, Orrin was headed to another building, judgement to be maintained, while the FCO pondered over how true the words were...
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 2:46 pm
"Private?! I outfly a lieutenant and shoot down that Orrin guy and all I get is Private?! You think they'd be less stingy with the promotions since they're so strapped for pilots." Jarik muttered."well lets go see what the old war horse wants."
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