(no subject)
With perhaps an air of shiftiness about him -- of course he hasn't left this to the last minute, of course he's extremely organised -- Wes sidles up to Bar and puts a sheet face-down on her surface.
"Hey -- can y'translate this into English for me? Y'can do that, right?"
There's nothing but a slightly disapproving air for a moment (he's used to this from everyone, though, let alone Bar), and then it's done. With a grateful pat and a smile, Wes takes both signs -- one in an Aurebesh scrawl, one in Bar's neat English script -- and pins them to the noticeboard.
CALLING ALL PILOTS:
Second squadron briefing tomorrow afternoon in the sims room (76).
All interested parties welcome, not just current roster.
(And, in slightly bigger writing:)
FREE FOOD AND (non-alcoholic) DRINKS.
See Major Wes Janson for further details, if required.
Clear skies,
-WJ
Satisfied, he retreats to a booth with a glass of Whyren's, still entirely innocent. Naturally.
"Hey -- can y'translate this into English for me? Y'can do that, right?"
There's nothing but a slightly disapproving air for a moment (he's used to this from everyone, though, let alone Bar), and then it's done. With a grateful pat and a smile, Wes takes both signs -- one in an Aurebesh scrawl, one in Bar's neat English script -- and pins them to the noticeboard.
CALLING ALL PILOTS:
Second squadron briefing tomorrow afternoon in the sims room (76).
All interested parties welcome, not just current roster.
(And, in slightly bigger writing:)
FREE FOOD AND (non-alcoholic) DRINKS.
See Major Wes Janson for further details, if required.
Clear skies,
-WJ
Satisfied, he retreats to a booth with a glass of Whyren's, still entirely innocent. Naturally.