Derek H Klivian: -=Looks incredulously over Feni's shoulder, then salutes
with his lum and smiles while leaning back and watching her work=-
Fenig Durak: ::sighs heavily and decides to tattoo on her forehead
that she does not know anything about VTO (Voluntary Time Off, aka leaving
work early):: Thanks, Hobbs. I'm here until 10 pm, so more hell.
Derek H Klivian: Ouch!
Derek H Klivian: Friday night and we're the only
ones around... looks like the others have gotten themselves lives....
Fenig Durak: Hobbs, when did I get my teaching
diploma?
Derek H Klivian: When the professers weren't looking? *smile*
Fenig Durak: Yeah, see, the thing is, I never got one. Never
even went to school to get one, so why do I feel like a second grade teacher?
::turns around and stares at one of her maintanence techs to get back on
task:
Derek H Klivian: *chuckle* Aye, there lies the rub of being the only
one around with any brains....
Derek H Klivian: Kindof like when Wes' around -=winks and chuckles=-
Derek H Klivian: What are you doing, anyhow?
Fenig Durak: I'm a supervising. I basically do menial tasks and
answer questions, talk to really irate pilots and stand over the shoulders
of my techs.
Derek H Klivian: Oy.... I do not envy you. *hug*
Fenig Durak: I enjoy the job, but I get really tired of people
asking me every 10 minutes if they can go home since they signed up to go
home early. I tell them every time that when I can send them home early
I will come to them. Then I have to yell at them for stopping in the middle
of a project to ask me that.
Derek H Klivian: That's no fun.
Derek H Klivian: That's even less fun than the no fun of yelling at
someone for blowing something up to get rid of frustration ;-)
Derek H Klivian: especially when you want to do the blowing up yourself
Fenig Durak: I don't envy you, You have to babysit an entire
squadron of egos AND myself. Lucky you that we don't have a mess more mechanics,
hmm?
Derek H Klivian: -=nods emphatically=-
Derek H Klivian: Although I could more likely say, I'm lucky you're
one of a kind ;-)
Fenig Durak: Awe, that's so sweet. I better
go brush my teeth. ;-)
Derek H Klivian: Hey don't take it the wrong way - I couldn't handle
too many more mechanics with strong wills and stuff.
Fenig Durak: Hey, I haven't blown anything
up in a very long time. Not even little tiny booms.
Derek H Klivian: And that... is frightening.
Derek H Klivian: Because I know a really big boom is likely to come....
whether it's tangeable or mental, I haven't figured out yet.
Derek H Klivian: Wedge probably would have, t hough
Fenig Durak: I think if I had, like, explosion sims I'd be doin'
a lot better. ;-)
Derek H Klivian: I
Derek H Klivian: I'll ask Adam to see if he can rig something up.
Derek H Klivian: Or maybe kell... but don't tell Shawn ;-)
Fenig Durak: ::pretends to zip her lips::
Derek H Klivian: *chuckle*
Fenig Durak: Though, if Kell knew, wouldn't
he kind of...well...monopolize the sim?
Derek H Klivian: hm.... nah, we'll just sic Shawn on him.
Derek H Klivian: You have to promise me one thing, though...
Fenig Durak: You name is, boss, and it'llb
e done
Derek H Klivian: You gotta let me use the sim sometimes *nodnod*
Fenig Durak: Well duh
Derek H Klivian: Hey, to some people *coughroguesingeneralcough* it
wouldn't be so obvious.
Fenig Durak: Bosh, I'm well aware that you're
only human. You get stressed out too. If you weren't human, ::glances
behind him:: you wouldn't have such a nice backside
Derek H Klivian: -=blushes=-
Derek H Klivian: Why the sudden inordinate interest in my, ahem, backside
- lieftenant? *smile
Fenig Durak:
No inordinate interest. Just an observation, sir. ::grin::
Derek H Klivian: -=rolls eyes=- An observation you've made twice in
nearly as many days.
Fenig Durak:
Well, i wasn't in a position to make such an observation before, sir. ::Oh,
now we start referring to him as sir?::
Derek H Klivian: -=serious look=- and what makes you think you're in
the position to do so now? -=eyes are laughing in a serious face=-
Fenig Durak:
Well, considering I'm standing somewhat behind you... I've got the perfect
vantage point. ::nods and just grins devilishly. Are we sensing something
of a Wes grin here?:: And I can tell you right now that taking the desk
job hasn't hurt you one bit
Derek H Klivian: -=jaw drops=-
Fenig Durak: ::grins and brushes off her
hands on themselves:: yup yup yup. My work here is done. ::Just starts
to walk past the Hobbster now:
Derek H Klivian: -=jolts out of his stupor in just enough time to grab
the band on the end of her braid=-
Derek H Klivian: -=devilish look as he walks past....=-
Fenig Durak:
::Spinning around, Fenig's braid starts to come unraveled:: Hey! I need
that back! That's my lucky elastic
Derek H Klivian: -=tilts head and looks at it=- Is it now? Maybe I
should keep it then, I could use all the luck I can get.
Fenig Durak: No! ::lunging at her CO, Fenig
makes a grab for her hair elastic:: I need it back!
Derek H Klivian: -=holds it up high out of reach, he's a tall'n=- No
you don't, you only *think* you do. -=nods=-
Fenig Durak: ::She's a short'n and is forced
to try and jump to reach it.:: I know I do! It's the only elastic that'll
hold my hair securely!
Derek H Klivian: -=watches with a smile as her bouncing causes her hair
to come more undone....=- -=chuckles=- Come now, Miss Durak, that can't
possibly be true!
Fenig Durak: ::Stops jumping and grabs all
of her hair, holding it up for him to see:: I have more hair than the PRincess
herself, Hobbie. If she had to braid her hair like mine everyday, she'd
stretch all her elastics out too. So hand it over!
Derek H Klivian: -=grins, liking this waay too much=- No.
Derek H Klivian: I don't want to.
Fenig Durak: ::pouts with the big puppy
dog eyes and the bottom lip a bird could land on:: Please, Hobbie?
Derek H Klivian: Don't look at me that way....
Fenig Durak: ::bats her eyes a bit and adds
a touch of whine:: Please?
Derek H Klivian: -=sighs=- Damn. -=hands the hairtie back=-
Fenig Durak: Thank you! ::slips the hairtie
around her wrist before hugging the Hobbster::
Derek H Klivian: -=blinks in surprise=-
Derek H Klivian: -=pats her back=- Uh... welcome....
Fenig Durak: ::Anyway, releasing the poor
guy, Fenig starts to braid her hair again:: Now, what were we talking about
before?
Derek H Klivian: -=sadly watches her bind her lovely hair back up=-
I don't recall.
Fenig Durak: ::Now, as her hair isn't damp,
it's been in the braid all day, and it's now been mussed, a few of the loverly
white strands stubbornly remain free:: That's too bad. I seem to remember
something to do with your well manicured backyard
Derek H Klivian: Don't *make* me take that hairband back -=holds a hand
out threateningly=-
Fenig Durak: ::teasingly smacks the hand
away:: You like your ship too much
Derek H Klivian: You wouldn't!
Fenig Durak: ::grins evilly, with eyes sparkling
darkly:: I would. And I'd do it in the most offensive color of pink I
could find
Derek H Klivian: -=pouts mournfully, as is his wont=-
Derek H Klivian: Aww, now Feni, that's fighting dirty.
Fenig Durak:
::blinks a few times:: Alright! Alright... so no pink. How about orange
to match the flight suits?
Derek H Klivian: -=chuckle=- Orange I could handle... -=starts reaching
for the hairband again=-
Fenig Durak: ::grabs hold of her braid,
wrapping her fingers around the hair elastic:: You know I only pester you
because I absolutely adore you.
Derek H Klivian: -=aborts his attack... for now.=- You only adore
me because I'm a Rebel hero. -=chuckles=- and I only let you pester me....
cause every pilot knows to ire a mechanic is to invite death to knock a
bit louder than it needs to. -=looks at her soberly.... mostly=-
Derek H Klivian: That....
Derek H Klivian: -=points a finger at her, shakes it a few times, then
decides not to finish his thought and takes a swig of his near-forgotten
and most likely now warm lum=-
Derek H Klivian: -=suddenly the idea of helping her catch Wes' attention
is beginning to become more unpleasant=-
Fenig Durak:
That what? ::tilting her chin down, Fenig smiles up at him from beneath
her level eyebrows and with her sweetest smile:: What were you going to
say. ::We won't even get into her not working as hard on anyone's ship
as she does on the others. Fenig dun play favorites like that and they both
know it::
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes his head=- I know better than to fall into
that trap.
Fenig Durak:
What trap? We're friends, I trust your opinion and enjoy spending time with
you. I want to know what's on your mind! ::And the fact that depsite her
time with the Rogue's now, she still slips into counselor mode every so
often (The people on the Pred had asked her to be the ship's counselor as
well). So, with big wide green eyes, a gentle smile, and rosy cheeks, Fenig
waited patiently and only a little expectantly for Hobbie to speak his mind:
Derek H Klivian: -=reaches out and tuck a strand of white behind her
ear then takes a swig of his lum=- -=evasive maneuvres!=- That hairband
doesn't seem to be doing its job
Fenig Durak: Eh, that's what happens when
not all of one's hair is exactly the same length. ::Well...it's the truth::
Now, what were you going to say. ::Counter!::
Derek H Klivian: -=shrugs=- I forgot....
Fenig Durak: Fibber. ::Tsking and shaking
her head, Fenig let it slide....this time.... before motioning back to Downtime::
Care for a freshen up on that?
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at his wrist chrono=- Yeah, I suppose I've
got time... -=holds his arm out to her in a friendship sort of way=- Shall we?
Fenig Durak:
::Draping her arm through Hobbie's, Fenig grinned as big as she could grin
without it resorting to the FCG:: We shall. Lead on, oh Fearless Leader.
Derek H Klivian: Fearless Leader... I like that -=chuckles and heads
to Downtime=-
Fenig Durak:
::Now within the wonderfully pleasant confines of Downtime, our loverly mechanic
girlie, while pouring two lums for them, looks up to Hobbs, wearing a sheepish
smile and a question:: Can I ask you something?
Derek H Klivian: Sure.
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at her curiously=-
Fenig Durak: The other night, when you were
walking me back to my room, did I.... heh... did I say anything kind of....
weird?
Derek H Klivian: Define 'Weird'
Fenig Durak: Weird like... something you didn't know before that
isn't normal to most people. ::Yeah, so Fenig had dreamed that night that
she'd confessed all to Hobbie, but she had to be sure. Coulda been a dream::
Derek H Klivian: -=is an honest guy, and nods (cause it wasn't a dream)=-
I suppose the answer would be yes.... -=pauses=- But your story's not
that much stranger than my own, so don't worry about it.
Fenig Durak: I only worry because, ::pause
while she sorts through her thoughts:: well, because Jake knows where
i am now and I just don't want him to prove any danger to any of you. Granted,
even the worst pilot in the squadron could take him down in a one-on-one,
but I don't think... I'll hsut up now. ::offers over a nice cold lum::
Derek H Klivian: -=smiles and accepts the lum=- No worries. I won't
tell anyone, and you know none of the Rogues would ever let anything happen
to you.
Fenig Durak: ::cradling her lum between
her hands, she let the temperature cool both her nerves and her fingers::
I know, but I also know that Jake wouldn't ever do anything intentional
to me, so I'm more worried what he would do to say Wes. Or you. ::Shaking
her head, and consequently shaking more hair loose, Fenig raised her drink
in a toast:: To... to all of our lives turning out in some semblance of
normal some day
Derek H Klivian: Hear hear! -=raises drink and clinks with hers=-
Derek H Klivian: Don't worry about us... we're good at surviving the
impossible.
Fenig Durak: Well, I have yet to hear of
an impossible situation, but the highly improbable, y'all are the masters
at mastering. ::exercising a bit more discretion tonight than the other
night, she only drank around a fourth of her drink::
Derek H Klivian: -=smiles=- we try.
Fenig Durak: And you manage beautifully.
While keeping your hair so perfectly coifed. ::wink::
Derek H Klivian: Yeah... well I don't have to mess with those hairbands
of yourse ;-)
Fenig Durak: ::Two things happened now.
One, Fenig rolled her eyes. Two, she also dipped her fingers into her
lum and flicked it at Hobbie::
Derek H Klivian: Gaah! -=unsuccessfully dodges and the lum spatters
all over his face, hair, flightsuit=-
Fenig Durak: ::trying to stiffle her laughter,
Fenig knew, KNEW that she'd just started a friendly lil war::
Derek H Klivian: -=ever so calmly, takes a napkin, sops up the lum,
crumples it up, and dips it lightly in his lum before tossing it at her....
with a smile.=-
Fenig Durak: ::It didn't quite register
in her head what he was doing until the soggy napkin stuck to her forehead
and dripped it's contents down her face. Blinking just as calmly as he had::
Thank you.... ::Though the sarcasm dripped from her voice::
Derek H Klivian: You're quite welcome -=annoyingly calm and ingratiating
response=-
Fenig Durak: ::And in a flash of speedy
movement, she rips the nakin from her head and whips it right back at him::
Derek H Klivian: -=coughs as the sopping napkin hits him , spattering
all over the place=-
Fenig Durak: ::Smiling sweetly, Fenig just
laughs silently, her shoulders shaking with the effort of hiding it::
Derek H Klivian: -=coughs as he pulls it off his face and sets it on
the table. Blows a lock of dripping hair out of his eyes, unsuccessfully,
then just looks at her.=- Are you quite finished?
Fenig Durak: ::Can we say big doe eyes?::
That's a cute look you have going there, boss. Very.... lounge singer
Derek H Klivian: -=chugs his lum, leaving about a half inch in the bottom.=-
People have been saying I needed a new look... too dour, I think is what
they say. -=smirks and slowly stands=-
Fenig Durak: Dour isn't all that bad of
a look sometimes though. In a lot of very attractive and worthwhile women
it makes them want to snuggle and take care of you. ::Teddy bear complex::
Derek H Klivian: Oh really? -=quirks an eyebrow=- What does Lum tossing
make them want to do? -=mischevious twinkle=-
Fenig Durak: ::Letting her cheeks flush
a rosier color, Fenig hid her face behind her mug.:: I'm too polite to
say
Derek H Klivian: Guess I'll just have to experiment then -=before she
knows what he's doing, he jumps up and dumps the last little bit of lum
onto her hair and dashes out of reach=-
Derek H Klivian: -=but not before grabbing her hairtie=-
Fenig Durak: Gah! ::sputtering, little
droplets of lum flying everywhich way as she shook her head, she dashes
out from behind the bar:: I'm so going to get you!
Derek H Klivian: You have to catch me first! -=runs out of Downtime,
hairtie held high like a captured trophy=-
Fenig Durak:
You can't run forever! ::She yells after him as her boots squeaked against
the decking. They were only a little damp and a touch slippery as she ran
after him::
