EZ1138 Keldabe - #03 - SW: RepCom - Ordo / Besany
Title: EZ1138 Keldabe
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Theme: #03 - Chattering Away
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Hydrospanner blues.
(Prompt Table)
Mereel twisted the hydrospanner, jerked it to the right, and realized too late the tool wasn’t one of his personal set.
"Fierfek!"
The compartment lit up electric blue as the tool and panel shorted out. The hydrospanner flew out of his grip, clattered down the vent and bounced outside.
He rammed the back of his head against the ceiling, swore, and then followed the path of the ‘spanner. Sticking his head out Aay’han’s side, he yelled out, "Jaing? Jaing!"
"Udesii, Mer'ika. Up here."
He craned his neck and looked up into his mirror image. Staring down from atop Aay’han, Jaing reached out a Kaminoan-skin gloved hand. Mereel grabbed hold and climbed out of the compartment to take a seat next to his brother. Then he looked out over Kal’buir’s property.
Over 40 meters away, he picked out the shape of two people walking along the perimeter. One of them, a female, had shocking platinum blond hair that could not be more obvious to spot from any location. And from the way the couple seemed to be merged at the hips as they walked, he assumed the other, a male, was Ordo.
“Kind of cold for a casual stroll,” commented Mereel.
Jaing shrugged, easing his shoulders up and down languidly. “Some like it cold,” he murmured as he scanned the datapad in his lap. After a moment, he tapped in a command and set the pad to the side.
The silence dragged on. Mereel rolled that comment in his thoughts, wondering if his brother had an alternate meaning. Jaing leaned back on his hands, legs loosely crossed.
“Where’s my hydrospanner?” Mereel asked.
His brother waved his hand towards the edge vaguely and said, “Down there, somewhere.”
“No…” Mereel sighed, and watched his breath of condensed air drift away. "Ner. Regallis Eng FastTurn-5 alpha model.”
“The one you acquired from the Atrivis Sector?”
"Serim." Mereel leaned back on his elbows.
The datapad began to beep softly. Jaing made no move to check it, so Mereel paid the pad no concern.
“Well… Ord’ika worked on Aay’han earlier.”
“But the ‘spanner left behi-”
The datapad stopped beeping. "Ibic EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Gar jatne'solus gayi'kaa'goyust par pakod cuyi’sush bal evaar'la glimmik." And then music, the kind he identified as Fi’s preferred genre, began to play.
Whatever Mereel intended to say was forgotten. He looked from the datapad, to Jaing, back to the datapad, and then to the scenery. Part of him almost wished he hadn’t-he was in time to see his brother engaged in what appeared to be activities not meant for the public eye.
Needless to say, Mereel could not keep the grin from stretching ear to ear.
“Ohoho,” he chuckled. “That’s one way to pass the time, Ord’ika.”
Jaing snorted and landed a punch to his shoulder. "Besom," he grumbled, not quite straight faced.
Mereel faked a wince and rubbed the attacked location. “You wound me with your accusations.”
“You’re reading too much into it. They’re just… cu'jorhaa'i, cuy'epa or'ilor?" Jaing leaned forward and plucked the datapad from the hull. He tapped another command, and the glimmik quickly warped into the type of song Mereel might have heard in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa.
"Cu’jorhaa’i ti mureyce," Mereel corrected and watched the couple for a few more seconds.
Lying back to stretch out over the hull and stare at the clouds above, he decided the hydrospanner issue could wait.
Glossary
Udesii, Mer'ika. - Calm down, Mer'ika.
Ner. - Mine.
Serim. - Right.
Ibic EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Gar jatne'solus gayi'kaa'goyust par pakod cuyi'sush bal evaar'la glimmik. - This is EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Your number one station for easy listening and contemporary glimmik.
Besom - Ill-mannered lout
...cu'jorhaa'i, cuy'epa or'ilor? - ...talking, eating lunch?
Cu’jorhaa’i ti mureyce. - Talking with kisses.
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Theme: #03 - Chattering Away
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Hydrospanner blues.
(Prompt Table)
Mereel twisted the hydrospanner, jerked it to the right, and realized too late the tool wasn’t one of his personal set.
"Fierfek!"
The compartment lit up electric blue as the tool and panel shorted out. The hydrospanner flew out of his grip, clattered down the vent and bounced outside.
He rammed the back of his head against the ceiling, swore, and then followed the path of the ‘spanner. Sticking his head out Aay’han’s side, he yelled out, "Jaing? Jaing!"
"Udesii, Mer'ika. Up here."
He craned his neck and looked up into his mirror image. Staring down from atop Aay’han, Jaing reached out a Kaminoan-skin gloved hand. Mereel grabbed hold and climbed out of the compartment to take a seat next to his brother. Then he looked out over Kal’buir’s property.
Over 40 meters away, he picked out the shape of two people walking along the perimeter. One of them, a female, had shocking platinum blond hair that could not be more obvious to spot from any location. And from the way the couple seemed to be merged at the hips as they walked, he assumed the other, a male, was Ordo.
“Kind of cold for a casual stroll,” commented Mereel.
Jaing shrugged, easing his shoulders up and down languidly. “Some like it cold,” he murmured as he scanned the datapad in his lap. After a moment, he tapped in a command and set the pad to the side.
The silence dragged on. Mereel rolled that comment in his thoughts, wondering if his brother had an alternate meaning. Jaing leaned back on his hands, legs loosely crossed.
“Where’s my hydrospanner?” Mereel asked.
His brother waved his hand towards the edge vaguely and said, “Down there, somewhere.”
“No…” Mereel sighed, and watched his breath of condensed air drift away. "Ner. Regallis Eng FastTurn-5 alpha model.”
“The one you acquired from the Atrivis Sector?”
"Serim." Mereel leaned back on his elbows.
The datapad began to beep softly. Jaing made no move to check it, so Mereel paid the pad no concern.
“Well… Ord’ika worked on Aay’han earlier.”
“But the ‘spanner left behi-”
The datapad stopped beeping. "Ibic EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Gar jatne'solus gayi'kaa'goyust par pakod cuyi’sush bal evaar'la glimmik." And then music, the kind he identified as Fi’s preferred genre, began to play.
Whatever Mereel intended to say was forgotten. He looked from the datapad, to Jaing, back to the datapad, and then to the scenery. Part of him almost wished he hadn’t-he was in time to see his brother engaged in what appeared to be activities not meant for the public eye.
Needless to say, Mereel could not keep the grin from stretching ear to ear.
“Ohoho,” he chuckled. “That’s one way to pass the time, Ord’ika.”
Jaing snorted and landed a punch to his shoulder. "Besom," he grumbled, not quite straight faced.
Mereel faked a wince and rubbed the attacked location. “You wound me with your accusations.”
“You’re reading too much into it. They’re just… cu'jorhaa'i, cuy'epa or'ilor?" Jaing leaned forward and plucked the datapad from the hull. He tapped another command, and the glimmik quickly warped into the type of song Mereel might have heard in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa.
"Cu’jorhaa’i ti mureyce," Mereel corrected and watched the couple for a few more seconds.
Lying back to stretch out over the hull and stare at the clouds above, he decided the hydrospanner issue could wait.
Glossary
Udesii, Mer'ika. - Calm down, Mer'ika.
Ner. - Mine.
Serim. - Right.
Ibic EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Gar jatne'solus gayi'kaa'goyust par pakod cuyi'sush bal evaar'la glimmik. - This is EZ1138 Keldabe, Mandalore. Your number one station for easy listening and contemporary glimmik.
Besom - Ill-mannered lout
...cu'jorhaa'i, cuy'epa or'ilor? - ...talking, eating lunch?
Cu’jorhaa’i ti mureyce. - Talking with kisses.