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Description: ****Downtime - Evening after Anerson Left*******

Hobbie Klivian: -=Goes over to the bar to get a Lum=-

Myn Donos: -=reading mail from a datapad=- -=erm sitting in his room reading mail=-

Wes Janson: -=sitting at the bar next to Hobbie, sipping his drink=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes his head and sighs, leaning against the bar, not really paying attention=-

Myn Donos: -=looks around and notices the letter under the door=- -=gets up and grabs the letter and opens it=-

Wes Janson: You ok, Hobbie? -=raises an eyebrow=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=doesn't realise Wes is speaking to him=-

Wes Janson: Hobbie? -=pokes him=-

Myn Donos: -=reads the letter and then puts it down and mutters=- I need a drink.

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks up startledly=- Huh? Yeah, sure.

Wes Janson: You're so quiet tonight.

Myn Donos: -=puts on some acceptable clothes and heads towards Downtime=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=Looks at Wes bemusedly=- And this is different from other times because....?

Myn Donos: Doc left? She was probably one of the best friends I had in the squadron. -=shrugs=- About par for the course anyways.

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes a pull from his ale=-

Wes Janson: -=sighs=- Nothing. I just wish you'd tell me what was up with you.

Myn Donos: -=walks up to the bar and orders a lomin ale=-

Hobbie Klivian: I just cant believe she's gone, Wes. -=suddenly realises he hadn't told wes yet, and quickly drinks some more lum=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Hobbie and then looks down=-

Face Loran: ::He enters Downtime carrying two packages under one arm. He was wearing his clean cut dress uniform, there was a strange pin on his chest.::

Myn Donos: -=takes a sip from his ale=-

Wes Janson: -=sees Myn upset and lets out a strangled sigh=- Ok, you two pout together... I'm going to go and... what the? -=looks at Face=-

Face Loran: Never fear Face is here... ::He said in a rather cool yet dramatic way.::

Myn Donos: -=lets his head drop onto the bar=- Oh no.

Hobbie Klivian: -=raises eyebrows at the scene and gets up patting Myn on the shoulder=- Buck up, kid.

Myn Donos: -=rolls his head over enough to looks at Hobbie=- It's not her leaving, it's Face. I thought I had left him already.

Hobbie Klivian: -= smirks at myn=- I know. -=moves to a booth in the shadows and pulls a leaf of flimsey from his wallet and unfolds it=-

Face Loran: ::He walked over to a table and placed down the two packages on top of a table.:: I miss something?

Wes Janson: -=sighs and turns back to the bar, getting another drink=- This is going to be a long night.

Face Loran: ::His right hand began to slowly knead against his neck.::Ah there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. ::He takces one of the packages from the table and walks over to Myn, it was neatly wrapped and had a card on it.:: ::He offers it to him.::

Myn Donos: -=starts humming the Imperial March=-

Wes Janson: -=sees a pretty lady nearby and starts to chat with her=-

Face Loran: This is for you. It's not going to explode. Well not now anyway.

Myn Donos: -=looks at Face and takes the package confused=- Did you just feel like giving presents to everyone? Well, I can always find Kell and he'll defuse it for me.

Face Loran: Well just you and Wes... I got up this morning and I said to myself..' Garik Loran.. I need to do something nice for those Rogue Squadron people... I mean besides gracing them with my pressence' Well at least read the card.

Myn Donos: -=looks at the card and reads it=-

Face Loran: -=It reads To my Dear Brother Lod, From Your Brother Dod=-\

Myn Donos: -=grins=-

Face Loran: ::He suddenly gave Myn a nod befitting that of a some alien bird.::

Myn Donos: You don't want to get me started, I've already graced the Rogues with Lod.

Face Loran: A pity...

Wes Janson: -=makes a comment and the woman humphs away. Wes sits back down at the bar looking like a spurrned puppy=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=finishes lum, and flimsy still in hand, goes to get another lum=- -=stands hear wes as he waits=- Someone resist your unresistable charm again?

Wes Janson: Bite me, ok Hobbie? -=sips drink=- what you reading?

Face Loran: ::He pulls back his sleeve glancing at his chrono.:: So I miss something important? ::There was a badge on his chest that reads -=Kettech for Republic President=-::

Hobbie Klivian: -=suddenly realises he has Amanda's letter in hand, quickly puts it behind his back=- Nothing.

Myn Donos: -=looks at the badge and burst out laughing=-

Wes Janson: -=gets mischivious glint in eye=- Come on, show me!

Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes head and slowly backs away=- No, Wes.

Wes Janson: Let me see! -=reaches for him=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=dodges out of the way=-

Myn Donos: I wonder what happened to that ewok.

Face Loran: Hmm... I'm sure he'll pop up somewhere.

Wes Janson: -=had a grip but lost it=- Hobbie!

Hobbie Klivian: -=imitates Wes' tone=- Wes!

Face Loran: I mean before the night is over.. ::He says quietly and omniously.::

Myn Donos: -=grins=- Actually there is one that actually exists.

Wes Janson: -=makes like he's going to tackle Hobbie=- Let me see!

Hobbie Klivian: -=backs into Face and finds himself cornered=- Oh Hey. -=tries to put Face between himself and Wes=-

Face Loran: Well Pirates to you my good man. ::He said as someone pushed themself infront of him and Wes.:: I had a gift for Wes too.

Myn Donos: And the Hawkbats never back down.

Wes Janson: -=raises eyebrow=- Not now, Face... Hobbie get back here! -=tries to get past Face=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Enters the downtime area wearing his civilian clothing consisting of black pants a white shirt, brown leather jacket, and white silk scarf Iella gave him=-

Face Loran: Oh well....

Hobbie Klivian: -=sees Wedge and quickly ducks behind the much shorter man=- Hi Wedge.

Face Loran: ::He turns back around and sees Wedge, there's a third* gift and it was for Wedge.::

Wedge Antilles: Evening everyone.

Face Loran: ::He picks it up and he begins walking towards Wedge.:: Hello Sir.

Wes Janson: -=pushes past Face and stalks towards Wedge and Hobbie=- Get over here, little man... -=ignores Wedge for a moment, his mind set on Hobbie=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=still has the letter in hand, hasn't had the presence of mind to fold it up and put it away as of yet=-

Mike Ngo: ::he enters the lounge, just coming from the docking bay after patrol duty. he's dressed in his tan flight suit, stripped of the instrument box, gloves and helmet ::

Myn Donos: Watch out Wedge, Wes and Hobbie are playing tag.

Face Loran: Jeez! Everyone is using me as a door today.

Wes Janson: -=jumps behind Wedge to grab Hobbie=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=ducks out of Wes' way and bumps into Mike=- Hey, how was patrol? -=quickly moves next to/behind him=-

Face Loran: ::He stops before Wedge after trying to avoid the onslaught of pushing and pulling.:: ::He offers Wedge a package with a very neat and tidy card ontop of it.::For you my Lord.

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- Suck up.

Mike Ngo: ::he blinks wearily, pulling up the sleeves of his suit to just under his elbows, and jipping his suit down to his sternum::

Wes Janson: -=stumbles and growls=- Fine. I don't want to see your stupid paper. It's probably just some love note from Amanda anyways

Hobbie Klivian: -=visably blanches=-

Myn Donos: -=winces=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Grins at Face and takes the package=- You didn't have to do this.

Face Loran: No...No I think I had to. ::He said with a small grin.::

Wedge Antilles: Uh oh...it's not gonna explode is it?

Face Loran: Nope - I saved that one for the traitor Myn here.

Wes Janson: -=goes to sit next to Myn=- What do you think it says... bet it's about their latest exploits in the bedroom..

Hobbie Klivian: -=puts the hand holding the paper behind his head and musters a laugh=- Uh, yeah. That's what it is Wes. Yep, exactly...

Mike Ngo: hi all, ::walks over to the bar and orders himself a caf::

Hobbie Klivian: -=moves back over to the bar and takes his lum, then puts the letter beside him on the bar as he contemplates the drink=-

Myn Donos: Nope, I'm certain it's not that.

Face Loran: At least read the card before you open it.

Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls off the card slowly=-

Wes Janson: -=wiggles over to get within arm reach of the letter=- What do you think it is then? Hey Ngo.

Face Loran: ::The card read... -=To my Dear Brother Fod, from your great and fablous Brother.. Dod=-::

Myn Donos: You don't wanna know.

Mike Ngo: ::smiles, his face tired::

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and takes a draw of his lum - then looks into the drink as though if he hurt it, it would help=-

Wedge Antilles: -=his grin widens=-

Myn Donos: -=takes another sip from his ale=-

Wes Janson: -=sisghs, then quickly reaches over for the letter=-

Wedge Antilles: -=opens the package=-

Wes Janson: -=grabs it and sits up=- Got it!

Face Loran: ::There is a big white shirt that says.. "I got bit by Kettech the Ewok and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt":: Yub Yub Commander.

Hobbie Klivian: -=snaps out of reverie=- Wes! Sith it, give that back!

Myn Donos: -=grins at Wedge's present and then opens his package=-

Wes Janson: No! -=holds it out of Hobbie's reach and tries to open it=-

Mike Ngo: ::blinks, watching wes and hobbie's struggle over the letter::

Hobbie Klivian: Uh, Wes.... I don't thinkyou - -=tries to reach for the now unfolded letter=-

Face Loran: ::Myn got a big ugly tropical shirt, almost identical to the one that they had to wear for their cover that they were from Agawar.::

Wedge Antilles: -=laughs a bit=- I'm never going to live down this ewok thing am I?

Face Loran: No can do it Sir.

Myn Donos: Hey Face, already have one.

Face Loran: My mistake... ::He gives a slight shrug.::

Wes Janson: Why, too detailic? -=realizes he has it upsidedown and goes to righten it=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=stops fighting for it, realising the struggles may cause it to tear=- Please, Wes...

Myn Donos: And I actually wore it. On one of the previous missions.

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks at his best friend mournfully=- Just give it back.

Wes Janson: oo, the pity face

Mike Ngo: wes..

Face Loran: ::Says quite loudly.:: Mental note... Get Myn, Myntos.

Hobbie Klivian: -=holds out his hand hoping against hope that Wes'll actually give it back=-

Wes Janson: -=glances at letter, then at Mike=- Yeah?

Myn Donos: -=sighs=- Beware of the X-wing Face, It might just get you.

Mike Ngo: ::stares blankly at him, then the letter, then back, his face harders, slightly angry:: you know what? forget it, it's not my problem...

Face Loran: That's what they all say, Myn.

Mike Ngo: ::gets up and walks out::

Face Loran: I guess Wes doesn't want his gift from me.

Myn Donos: -=grins evilly at Face=- You'll find out soon enough.

Wes Janson: -=sighs loudly and tosses the letter back to Hobbie, unread.=- You know, none of you are any fun tonight. Excuse me, i have patrol. -=stands and pushes his way past the group=-

Face Loran: ::He picks up Wes's package and he holds it in his hand with a shrug.::

Hobbie Klivian: -=catches the letter and thankfully, carefully folds it and puts it back in his wallet=- Disaster averted *mumbles*

Wes Janson: -=ends up in the wieght room first and goes to the punching bag, hitting it a few times=-

Face Loran: I guess I'm going to have to end up throwing out Wes's gift.

Myn Donos: -=looks at Hobbie=- You think everyone will find out eventually?

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks at myn like he grew two heads=- Beg your pardon?

Myn Donos: You know...Doc.

Face Loran: ::He walks over to another table and puts it down.::

Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Leans on the wall to the right of the door watching his old squadron mates taking it all in as slowly as he can=-

Hobbie Klivian: I gotta talk to wes. But.... *sighs*

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes over to Wedge in stead=- Hey there B- Wedge... Want to come back?

Face Loran: ::Sits down at his table and taps the package with a 'look' on his face.::

Wes Janson: -=goes to sit at a weightlifter, then sighs=- I shouldn't have done that... I'll appologize later. Maybe ask Doc what's wrong with him... -=bench presses some weights while thinking=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Face=- Just stick it in front of Wes's door, he'll get it then.

Wedge Antilles: -=smiles=- I sure do, but I promised Iella a vacation.

Face Loran: ::Suddenly he gets up with a start and he shakes Myn's hand heavily.:: Your a Genius.

Wedge Antilles: A long one.

Myn Donos: -=grins=-

Face Loran: Well compared to... Kell anyway.

Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes head in admiration and pats Wedge on the shoulder=- You deserve it....

Myn Donos: -=Sighs=- You and your superior intellect...

Hobbie Klivian: This is a lot different than that thrown together "other" Rogue squadron....

Face Loran: And don't you forget it.

Myn Donos: I doubt that you'll give me a chance to.

Hobbie Klivian: Don't think I ever realised. *sighs*

Face Loran: ::He turns around and picks up the package, then runs off to drop off the package. After a minute or so he returns back to Downtime.::

Hobbie Klivian: Don't be a stranger.... I gotta go patch things up with Wes. -=squezes Wedge's shoulder in a comaradery way, and goes off in search of the Taanabian=-

Myn Donos: -=walks over to Wedge=- So what's it like to not have to wear a uniform

Hobbie Klivian: -=hears muttering as he passes the weight room, and peeks in to see Wes=- -=moves inside and stands by the door=-

Wedge Antilles: To be honest I feel naked without it Myn.

Wes Janson: -=continues lifting, not noticing that he's going to be late for patrol=-

Myn Donos: Heh, I bet they let you keep it.

Face Loran: You have to admit I brighten up any room.

Wedge Antilles: Yeah I've got it loaded on my new ship.

Hobbie Klivian: You'll be late, Wes. -=finally speaks after a few minutes=-

Myn Donos: What did you get? -=ignoring Face=-

Wedge Antilles: I bought a sluis freighter. I figure if I can't fly my fighter anymore I've gotta have something to keep me busy.

Face Loran: ::He just shakes his head before polishing his neat little pin that says.. -=Kettech for New Republic President=-::

Wes Janson: -=almost drops the weight=- SITH!

Myn Donos: Ahh, yeah consider having a fueling station?

Hobbie Klivian: Woah, careful there... -=helps Wes put the weight back on the stand=-

Myn Donos: They might let you go back home now.

Wedge Antilles: No, that'd be too much work for an old man like me. Too many memories also.

Face Loran: So miss me?

Myn Donos: -=nods=- Yeah, though I've always wanted to go back ever since the day I left.

Wes Janson: -=hooks the weight up into the stand and jumps up=- Thanks Hobbie. Catch you later. -=takes off running to the hanger=-

Wedge Antilles: We might go back someday, but with Corellia the way it is right now I think it'll be awhile.

Myn Donos: Maybe.

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