First Meeting
How Wes and Sadie became friends with Piggy (Jek Porkins) during a night off...Takes place about two or three years before the battle of Yavin (right after the Alliance was officially formed); Wes and Sadie are in their early twenties, about 21-22, and Piggy is some indeterminate age older (never been sure on his age.)
'No, no, no,' Wes shook his head emphatically. '"Screaming Wookiees" is a horrible name for a band.'
'Why? What's wrong with it?' Tagan, the young man across from Wes asked. He leaned forward, looking directly at Wes.
'Tagan, it's stupid! Have you ever heard a Wookiee scream?'
'No...' Tagan's eyebrows drew together as he considered this. He was just drunk enough that he put some serious effort into the intellectual possibilities of the question.
'Exactly!' Wes slapped his hand on the tabletop, sending ale sloshing over the sides of the two full brewglasses among the table of empties. 'Because they don't! They growl. Right?' He looked sideways at Sadie for confirmation, but she wasn't paying attention. 'What're you looking at?' Wes followed her gaze over the back of the booth seat to see what could only be described as a ruckus starting at the edge of the bar's small dancefloor.
'Isn't that Porkins?' Sadie asked.
'Yeah.' As he said it, Wes was standing up and turning towards the inevitable fight. Five Imperial pilots were arrayed around Porkins, sneering at the rotund man. 'Come on.' He started across the room, safe in his assumption that Sadie was right behind him.
Wes tapped the shoulder of the first Imp he reached. 'Is there a problem?' he asked innocently.
The black-clad pilot turned to Wes, 'Yeah, this fat frag spilled our drinks. Now he won't pay for new ones.' Two of the other Imperials were holding Porkins between them, his arms locked in theirs. The speaker turned back to the group, 'I guess we'll just have to insist on it.' He drew his arm back, preparing to deliver a punch to Porkins' gut, but found his arm prevented from moving forward by Wes. 'What d'you-' He wrenched his arm away and spun to face Wes.
The Imp never finished his question, nor his turn. He never even really knew what happened. One moment he was about to teach some townie a lesson, and in the next he was on the floor, his cheek pressed to the filthy dancefloor. And he never did get up in time to join the brawl that went on above him.
In the end, five of the Empire's pilots stood bruised and groggy, and Wes, Sadie and Porkins were being shoved out the front door of the Imperial-friendly bar. Wes and Sadie stumbled a few steps from the residual force of their ejection, then turned to each other, grinned and...laughed. Porkins stared at the two, eyebrows raised.
'You're the new kids, huh?'
Wes wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, nodding.
'You're psychotic,' Porkins deadpanned. This only drew another round of laughs from Wes and Sadie.
'It's still early, I know another place down the street...' Wes started to lead the way, his arm around Sadie. They took a few steps before he turned back to Porkins, who was still in the same spot, considering the pair in front of him. 'You comin'?'
Porkins took a second to think, then snorted and joined the two new recruits. What the hell? They were pretty fun.
'No, no, no,' Wes shook his head emphatically. '"Screaming Wookiees" is a horrible name for a band.'
'Why? What's wrong with it?' Tagan, the young man across from Wes asked. He leaned forward, looking directly at Wes.
'Tagan, it's stupid! Have you ever heard a Wookiee scream?'
'No...' Tagan's eyebrows drew together as he considered this. He was just drunk enough that he put some serious effort into the intellectual possibilities of the question.
'Exactly!' Wes slapped his hand on the tabletop, sending ale sloshing over the sides of the two full brewglasses among the table of empties. 'Because they don't! They growl. Right?' He looked sideways at Sadie for confirmation, but she wasn't paying attention. 'What're you looking at?' Wes followed her gaze over the back of the booth seat to see what could only be described as a ruckus starting at the edge of the bar's small dancefloor.
'Isn't that Porkins?' Sadie asked.
'Yeah.' As he said it, Wes was standing up and turning towards the inevitable fight. Five Imperial pilots were arrayed around Porkins, sneering at the rotund man. 'Come on.' He started across the room, safe in his assumption that Sadie was right behind him.
Wes tapped the shoulder of the first Imp he reached. 'Is there a problem?' he asked innocently.
The black-clad pilot turned to Wes, 'Yeah, this fat frag spilled our drinks. Now he won't pay for new ones.' Two of the other Imperials were holding Porkins between them, his arms locked in theirs. The speaker turned back to the group, 'I guess we'll just have to insist on it.' He drew his arm back, preparing to deliver a punch to Porkins' gut, but found his arm prevented from moving forward by Wes. 'What d'you-' He wrenched his arm away and spun to face Wes.
The Imp never finished his question, nor his turn. He never even really knew what happened. One moment he was about to teach some townie a lesson, and in the next he was on the floor, his cheek pressed to the filthy dancefloor. And he never did get up in time to join the brawl that went on above him.
In the end, five of the Empire's pilots stood bruised and groggy, and Wes, Sadie and Porkins were being shoved out the front door of the Imperial-friendly bar. Wes and Sadie stumbled a few steps from the residual force of their ejection, then turned to each other, grinned and...laughed. Porkins stared at the two, eyebrows raised.
'You're the new kids, huh?'
Wes wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, nodding.
'You're psychotic,' Porkins deadpanned. This only drew another round of laughs from Wes and Sadie.
'It's still early, I know another place down the street...' Wes started to lead the way, his arm around Sadie. They took a few steps before he turned back to Porkins, who was still in the same spot, considering the pair in front of him. 'You comin'?'
Porkins took a second to think, then snorted and joined the two new recruits. What the hell? They were pretty fun.