Rogues & Wraiths Ficathon
Title: Untitled (I’m no good with titles)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Wonderful Star Wars characters are not MINE, unfortunately…
Notes: This fic is for ladielazarus who listed: Wes, Wedge, Mirax, Corran, Hobbie, Tycho, Luke, Face, Gavin, Jaina, and Zekk; her prompts were: "Hydrospanner," "Turbolift," "Genuinely False”.
I don’t really “know” Jaina and Zekk enough to write them, and I have a feeling that my personal dislike for Corran would colour him in the wrong way, so I left them out. Mirax, Gavin and Face make brief appearances. Here’s hoping I did okay! (And I’m not quite sure WHEN this is taking place…I kinda like the “could be ANYTIME” of it all! I really enjoy writing little everyday snapshots of Star Wars life.) Also, I tried really hard, but couldn’t figure out how to fit “genuinely false” into the fic. I tried, but it all got a bit messy and yucky, and I had to abort. :P
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“Stop.”
Wes Janson turned easily to face his commanding officer. “What’s up Wedge?”
“Where are you going and why are you taking a hydrospanner with you?”
“Oh Wedge, ye of little faith, can’t an X-wing pilot carry a hydrospanner if he’s going to fix something?”
“An X-wing pilot can if he’s headed towards the hanger, not when he’s walking away from it towards my office.”
“Well, there’s a very good explanation for that - “
“I’m sure there is. Hand it over.”
Wes reluctantly placed the hydrospanner in Wedge Antilles’s waiting hand. “You used to be fun,” he said petulantly. Wedge merely grinned and continued to the turbolift. Wes hesitated and then followed him. “Do you still want to know what I was going to do with it?”
“Nope.”
“What?!” Wes feigned insult. “You’re not curious?”
“Not a bit.” Wedge hit the turbolift call button. He swung the hydrospanner easily in one hand and held a datapad in the other.
Wes stared at his friend. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Wes frowned, stymied. “Am I losing my touch?”
Wedge grinned. “It’s your walk.”
The turbolift doors whooshed open, and they entered the empty capsule.
“My walk?”
“Yes. You have a saunter when you’re up to something.”
Wes gaped. “I do?”
“I can spot it from across a crowded hanger bay.”
Wes looked down at his feet. He shuffled them experimentally. “What does it look like?”
Wedge shrugged. “Can’t really describe it. You walk differently.”
“I saunter…”
“Yes.”
“What’s my saunter look like?”
“Wes…”
“I need to know this Wedge! This is crucial information! I had no idea! This could change the future of practical jokes as I know it!”
The turbolift stopped, the doors opened and a running Hobbie Klivian threw himself into the small space. An amused Tycho Celchu appeared from the side and joined them inside. The turbolift resumed its journey.
“Hello Wedge, Wes,” Tycho said.
“Tycho,” Wedge replied, unperturbed by the gasping Hobbie. “Hobbie…”
Hobbie threw out an arm and waved it frantically. “You…don’t…don’t…wanna…know” he managed to say between heaving breaths.
“Probably not,” Wedge conceded.
Wes stared at his friend. “Well…I do!”
Hobbie shook his flustered face. “No.”
Wes nearly jumped up and down in frustration. “Why won’t anyone tell me anything!?”
Tycho raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Wedge, who shrugged. “Maybe you’re not asking the right questions, Wes,” the blond man from Alderaan suggested.
Before an exasperated Wes could reply, the doors to the turbolift opened. The quartet entered the briefing room and were immediately confronted by a tall black-haired female. “Wedge,” she began, “I was hoping to catch you before I had to leave.”
“Hello to you too, Mirax,” Wedge said brightly.
Mirax Terrik smiled broadly and then stepped forward and gave her fellow Corellian a quick hug. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m on a tight schedule.”
“What’s up?”
“I was supposed to pick up some supplies for Luke and company, basic equipment, but looks like your stores are short. Your quartermaster said you had enough to spare…guess he was mistaken.”
“What kind of supplies?”
“Some comlinks, a biorecorder, medpacks, jugfilters, and basic tools - meshtape, sonic wrench, calipers, a hydrospanner,” Mirax shrugged. “Small stuff.”
“Here. Take this one.” Wedge handed Mirax the hydrospanner. “It wasn’t going to be used anyway.” He ignored Wes’ stifled groan of disappointment. Mirax gave Wedge a quizzical look, but he shook his head slightly and she grinned and took the hydrospanner.
“Thanks.” She winked at Wes. “I won’t ask.” She looked back at Wedge. “But, I do need the rest of my items. And I’ve just taken on two passengers who are getting antsy for their leave to start.” She nodded towards two men sitting at the conference table, a deck of sabacc cards between them. As if on cue, they both looked up.
“I didn’t authorize that, did I?” Wedge said, looking at Tycho.
“You did. Remember that day when Wes put glue stat in Hobbie’s caf?”
Wedge grimaced at the memory, and nodded slowly. “Oh yes. Well, they earned it.”
“How come Face and Gavin got leave and I didn’t? I was the one stuck in the med bay for two days,” Hobbie asked suddenly, having regained his composure.
“Because you drank it on a dare, Hobbie,” Wedge said dryly. He shook his head. “Face and Gavin cleaned up the mess.”
“Boy, did we ever!” Gavin said loudly.
“I will NEVER forget the smell,” Face added.
Wes and Hobbie shared sheepish looks and Wedge tried not to laugh. Tycho made a face. “Yeah, that smell was pretty awful. And distinctive.”
“Just like Wes’ walk when he’s up to something,” Hobbie added, and Wes’ jaw dropped.
“WHAT?”
“You have a walk,” Hobbie said lamely.
“It’s true,” Face called out, and Mirax and Gavin nodded in agreement. Wedge crossed his arms and studied Wes’ flushed face.
“What do you mean? What does it look like?” Wes grabbed Hobbie by the shoulders and shook him. “Why haven’t you ever told me this before?”
Hobbie coughed, his eyes shifting from Wes to Wedge and back. “I wasn’t allowed to,” he said guiltily.
“You weren’t allowed to?” Wes stared at Wedge. “Who wouldn’t allow you to?”
“Come on Wes,” Hobbie said, shaking Wes’ arms off of him. “It’s nothing.”
“Hobbie…”
Wedge interrupted them, waving the datapad in the air. “Alright, there isn’t any time for this. Tycho, Hobbie, let’s see if we can give Mirax a hand at finding her supplies. Excuse us Wes.”
“But…but…” Wes spun and glared at Gavin and Face. “I have a walk!?”
“Yep,” Face replied evenly. “I’d show you what It looks like, but I’m not allowed to.”
“…not…allowed…?”
“Orders are orders,” Gavin agreed.
“And those orders still stand,” Wedge said. “Come on Mirax, let’s find Luke’s supplies. We can’t keep a Jedi Master waiting.” They turned and hurried out of the room, finally bursting into laughter.
Wes’ howl followed them down the hallway. “Wedge!”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Wonderful Star Wars characters are not MINE, unfortunately…
Notes: This fic is for ladielazarus who listed: Wes, Wedge, Mirax, Corran, Hobbie, Tycho, Luke, Face, Gavin, Jaina, and Zekk; her prompts were: "Hydrospanner," "Turbolift," "Genuinely False”.
I don’t really “know” Jaina and Zekk enough to write them, and I have a feeling that my personal dislike for Corran would colour him in the wrong way, so I left them out. Mirax, Gavin and Face make brief appearances. Here’s hoping I did okay! (And I’m not quite sure WHEN this is taking place…I kinda like the “could be ANYTIME” of it all! I really enjoy writing little everyday snapshots of Star Wars life.) Also, I tried really hard, but couldn’t figure out how to fit “genuinely false” into the fic. I tried, but it all got a bit messy and yucky, and I had to abort. :P
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“Stop.”
Wes Janson turned easily to face his commanding officer. “What’s up Wedge?”
“Where are you going and why are you taking a hydrospanner with you?”
“Oh Wedge, ye of little faith, can’t an X-wing pilot carry a hydrospanner if he’s going to fix something?”
“An X-wing pilot can if he’s headed towards the hanger, not when he’s walking away from it towards my office.”
“Well, there’s a very good explanation for that - “
“I’m sure there is. Hand it over.”
Wes reluctantly placed the hydrospanner in Wedge Antilles’s waiting hand. “You used to be fun,” he said petulantly. Wedge merely grinned and continued to the turbolift. Wes hesitated and then followed him. “Do you still want to know what I was going to do with it?”
“Nope.”
“What?!” Wes feigned insult. “You’re not curious?”
“Not a bit.” Wedge hit the turbolift call button. He swung the hydrospanner easily in one hand and held a datapad in the other.
Wes stared at his friend. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Wes frowned, stymied. “Am I losing my touch?”
Wedge grinned. “It’s your walk.”
The turbolift doors whooshed open, and they entered the empty capsule.
“My walk?”
“Yes. You have a saunter when you’re up to something.”
Wes gaped. “I do?”
“I can spot it from across a crowded hanger bay.”
Wes looked down at his feet. He shuffled them experimentally. “What does it look like?”
Wedge shrugged. “Can’t really describe it. You walk differently.”
“I saunter…”
“Yes.”
“What’s my saunter look like?”
“Wes…”
“I need to know this Wedge! This is crucial information! I had no idea! This could change the future of practical jokes as I know it!”
The turbolift stopped, the doors opened and a running Hobbie Klivian threw himself into the small space. An amused Tycho Celchu appeared from the side and joined them inside. The turbolift resumed its journey.
“Hello Wedge, Wes,” Tycho said.
“Tycho,” Wedge replied, unperturbed by the gasping Hobbie. “Hobbie…”
Hobbie threw out an arm and waved it frantically. “You…don’t…don’t…wanna…know” he managed to say between heaving breaths.
“Probably not,” Wedge conceded.
Wes stared at his friend. “Well…I do!”
Hobbie shook his flustered face. “No.”
Wes nearly jumped up and down in frustration. “Why won’t anyone tell me anything!?”
Tycho raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Wedge, who shrugged. “Maybe you’re not asking the right questions, Wes,” the blond man from Alderaan suggested.
Before an exasperated Wes could reply, the doors to the turbolift opened. The quartet entered the briefing room and were immediately confronted by a tall black-haired female. “Wedge,” she began, “I was hoping to catch you before I had to leave.”
“Hello to you too, Mirax,” Wedge said brightly.
Mirax Terrik smiled broadly and then stepped forward and gave her fellow Corellian a quick hug. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m on a tight schedule.”
“What’s up?”
“I was supposed to pick up some supplies for Luke and company, basic equipment, but looks like your stores are short. Your quartermaster said you had enough to spare…guess he was mistaken.”
“What kind of supplies?”
“Some comlinks, a biorecorder, medpacks, jugfilters, and basic tools - meshtape, sonic wrench, calipers, a hydrospanner,” Mirax shrugged. “Small stuff.”
“Here. Take this one.” Wedge handed Mirax the hydrospanner. “It wasn’t going to be used anyway.” He ignored Wes’ stifled groan of disappointment. Mirax gave Wedge a quizzical look, but he shook his head slightly and she grinned and took the hydrospanner.
“Thanks.” She winked at Wes. “I won’t ask.” She looked back at Wedge. “But, I do need the rest of my items. And I’ve just taken on two passengers who are getting antsy for their leave to start.” She nodded towards two men sitting at the conference table, a deck of sabacc cards between them. As if on cue, they both looked up.
“I didn’t authorize that, did I?” Wedge said, looking at Tycho.
“You did. Remember that day when Wes put glue stat in Hobbie’s caf?”
Wedge grimaced at the memory, and nodded slowly. “Oh yes. Well, they earned it.”
“How come Face and Gavin got leave and I didn’t? I was the one stuck in the med bay for two days,” Hobbie asked suddenly, having regained his composure.
“Because you drank it on a dare, Hobbie,” Wedge said dryly. He shook his head. “Face and Gavin cleaned up the mess.”
“Boy, did we ever!” Gavin said loudly.
“I will NEVER forget the smell,” Face added.
Wes and Hobbie shared sheepish looks and Wedge tried not to laugh. Tycho made a face. “Yeah, that smell was pretty awful. And distinctive.”
“Just like Wes’ walk when he’s up to something,” Hobbie added, and Wes’ jaw dropped.
“WHAT?”
“You have a walk,” Hobbie said lamely.
“It’s true,” Face called out, and Mirax and Gavin nodded in agreement. Wedge crossed his arms and studied Wes’ flushed face.
“What do you mean? What does it look like?” Wes grabbed Hobbie by the shoulders and shook him. “Why haven’t you ever told me this before?”
Hobbie coughed, his eyes shifting from Wes to Wedge and back. “I wasn’t allowed to,” he said guiltily.
“You weren’t allowed to?” Wes stared at Wedge. “Who wouldn’t allow you to?”
“Come on Wes,” Hobbie said, shaking Wes’ arms off of him. “It’s nothing.”
“Hobbie…”
Wedge interrupted them, waving the datapad in the air. “Alright, there isn’t any time for this. Tycho, Hobbie, let’s see if we can give Mirax a hand at finding her supplies. Excuse us Wes.”
“But…but…” Wes spun and glared at Gavin and Face. “I have a walk!?”
“Yep,” Face replied evenly. “I’d show you what It looks like, but I’m not allowed to.”
“…not…allowed…?”
“Orders are orders,” Gavin agreed.
“And those orders still stand,” Wedge said. “Come on Mirax, let’s find Luke’s supplies. We can’t keep a Jedi Master waiting.” They turned and hurried out of the room, finally bursting into laughter.
Wes’ howl followed them down the hallway. “Wedge!”