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He'd been right about the blastsword: it only took a little poking and a new power pack to get it working again. (Whether that was because it wasn't too broken in the first place, or because Jaina had fixed most of it already, well, that's up for debate.)
And so, in his flightsuit and jacket, the 'sword on his belt, Wes heads for the door and opens it -- then closes it after a few seconds of staring into an empty pilots' lounge, and runs back to Bar briefly.
A whiskey shot, a packet of Oreos for his pocket, and, quietly, "Let me back soon, huh? I mean -- a few days or somethin'. An' don't lock me in next time."
He doesn't expect an answer, and he certainly doesn't expect it to work; but it's worth a shot, and he grins ruefully to himself as he runs back to the door -- and out.
And so, in his flightsuit and jacket, the 'sword on his belt, Wes heads for the door and opens it -- then closes it after a few seconds of staring into an empty pilots' lounge, and runs back to Bar briefly.
A whiskey shot, a packet of Oreos for his pocket, and, quietly, "Let me back soon, huh? I mean -- a few days or somethin'. An' don't lock me in next time."
He doesn't expect an answer, and he certainly doesn't expect it to work; but it's worth a shot, and he grins ruefully to himself as he runs back to the door -- and out.