Fenig - Leah | Everyone else - Shawn

Description: -='round a week passes after Feni's talk with Shawn in the Hangarbay=-
Fenig Durak: ::Cripes! Is the flight hanger her home or something?! Good lord! Least this time she'd actually doing Rogue related work::
Shawn Lovelett: :::He is standing outside of Mess Hall In a rather strange looking outfit, in his hand is a mop with a paper mactche blade on it.::
Shawn Lovelett: :::On his head was the missing bucket, and he seemed to be quiet as he stared ahead, ignoring the looks he was getting from people.::
Kell: ::He walked into the hanger and looked at Feni and shrugged.:: Did you just get a strange comm?
Fenig Durak: ::She blinked and sat up from her perch near the droid socket of an X-Wing:: Uhm....no?
Kell: Her comm unit suddenly goes off at her belt.::
Kell: I.. Wait a second there it goes.
Fenig Durak: ::She pulled it up to her mouth, but eyed Kell suspiciously:: Durak here.
Face: Your presence is requested in the mess-hall emergency Squad meeting come at once.
Kell: I got the same thing.
Kell: Want to go check it out?
Fenig Durak: ::A tailored brow rose above her left eye as she slowly slid down from the wing and walked across the hanger to the much larger man:: Might as well. But I swear, Bomb boy, if I get drenched, pied, or something else prank related, it's your ass.
Fenig Durak: ::Though she smiled warmly at the pilot with mechanic skills. Kell was a good guy. Fen liked him:;
Kell: Alright, Alright.. Jeez.. Your worse when I accidentally douse Tyria with my glass of water after she got her hair permed.. ::He said as he began walking down the hallway.::
Fenig Durak: Well, it was a bad perm...
Kell: You didn't have to sleep in your own quarters for a week. ::He said as he began moving towards the Mess Hall.::
Fenig Durak: ::The look she gave Kell was one of 'You have no room to whine'::
Fenig Durak: ::As they neared the mess hall, Fenig started to slow her steps, really hesitant to approach. She had a long memory and the self satisfied grin that Shawn had been wearing was... well...memorable:
Kell: ::He soon saw Shawn standing before the door with Runt both them had make shift vibroaxes with bucket helmets.:: What the...
Fenig Durak: ::She groaned softly and smoothed her hands over her braid:: I have a bad feeling about this.
Kell: ::He ran up the hallway and he pointed a finger at Shawn.:: Where's Face!? And why are you two here?!
Shawn Lovelett: :::He grunted and snorted.::
Kell: What the...
Face: ::He steps out of the mess hall wearing a bathrobe over his normal clothes.:: His Highness does not--- Oh it's you two.. His Royal Highness wants you two before his court right now.
Fenig Durak: ::she blinked a few times, just taking it all in. Shaking her head, she mumbled softly to herself about pilots before obediently trudging on:
Face: Come, Come.. He gets anxious if you wait too long.
Face: ::He grabbed Feni by one arm and Kell by the other leading them in.::
Fenig Durak: He who? ::she wondered aloud, being dragged in by the berobed one::
Kell: ::He is strangely stopped before a table with a chair on it where Piggy sits in a make shift crown. Beside him was Tyria wearing a Slave outfit over her flightsuit, then he looked around to see Myn playing Sabacc with Cubber::
Fenig Durak: ::Normally, it would take a load of self control to keep herself from laughing, but now... she just seemed so....Bob Newhart::
Kell: Where in the hell are we.
Face: Allow me to present to you.. Kell the Marauder and his Bounty Hunting Assistant Feni the Hydrospanner woman.
Face: My oh great Majesty Piggy The Hutt.
Fenig Durak: Wait just a second! I'm HIS assistant?! What kind of crap is that? ::of all the things to respond to...::
Face: WAIT! The All Mighty Piggy speaks.
Fenig Durak: ::Crossing her arms loosely over her chest, Fenig snorted softly:: -sw- This oughta be good.
Piggy: I was in the middle of an important calculation when they dragged me here... ::He said through the voice of his speaker.:: Anyway, oh yes my lines. Ahem.. I want you two to bring me the head of Lt Kettch.
Kell: WHAT THE?!!?!?
Fenig Durak: ::No HERE is where Fenig busted out laughing::
Fenig Durak: ::Nearly loosing the strength in her legs to stand, she had to grab hold of Kell's arm to keep herself up::
Piggy: You will be paid the sum of two food rations and two days R&R.
Kell: There is no way in hell I'm going along with this!
Piggy: ::Stops and sighs:: Must I say it?
Face: It's in the script.
Face: Say it already.
Tyria: ::She stepped forward and fell to her knees.:: OH great Piggy The Hutt please do not harm him.. He is only a mere mechanic Bounty Hunter.
Piggy: ::He rolled his eyes and said it quite calmly.:: No he must be killed... Die you fool, die by the hands of my rancor. ::He pushed a button and the floor opened under Kell.::
Kell: ::he landed in a two foot pit and he looked around on the floor.:: What in the...
Kell: ::He held up a stuffed Rancor.::
Fenig Durak: ::She wiped a few tears from her cheeks and gasped for air, holding her ribs against the pain breathlessness caused:: Oh gawd! ::That nearly knocked her over again::
Face: It seems that is up to you mighty Bounty Hunter to fetch us Lt. Kettch.. The great Piggy wants him alive.
Fenig Durak: ::collecting herself again, Fenig smoothed over her countenance and adopted a more 'serious' look:: It will be done.
Face: Good now go! He is rumored to wander the regions known as the southern Pods.
Cubber: Build them a trap door and what do they do with it? Put a toy rancor in it... I need a transfer.
Fenig Durak: ::She grinned at Cubber:: Not before I get one. ::She mock saluted with her palm facing outward, clicked her boot heels together before executing an about face and 'marching' herself out of there. As soon as she was clear, she
Fenig Durak: fell over with more laughter:;
Wedge: :::He stopped before her fallen form and looked down at her.::
Fenig Durak: ::gasping for air, she looked up at Wedge with tear blurred eyes. A moment to realize who she was looking at before she got to her feet:: Sir?
Wedge: Did I miss something?
Wedge: I got the weirdest comm call.
Fenig Durak: ::points over her shoulder:: Face in a robe, Piggy in a crown, and a stuffed rancor devouring Kell. So no, nothing big.
Wedge: .......
Fenig Durak: ::And completely surpassing all military protocol, she grabbed Wedge's hand and started tugging him toward the south wing sims:: C'mon, we're hunting Kettch.
Wedge: ::He mumbled something about Morale being too high and then is suddenly being dragged.::
Fenig Durak: ::Once on their way, she looped her arm through his and grinned:: So, how have you been? ::Casual conversation with a man she'd only met once? Yeah, that's Fen::
Wedge: Um... Fine, I was back on planet for about an hour, then Face commed me and I ran into you.
Wedge: Why are we hunting Lt. Kettch again?
Fenig Durak: Because Piggy the Hutt commands it. ::She flashed him a grin that was too reminiscent of one of Wes' more mischievous grins with a hint of FCG tossed in::
Wedge: Piggy...the hutt...
Wedge: Do I want to know more?
Fenig Durak: Probably not. Say, when was the last time you visited Hobbie or Wes? ::The way Fenig walked next to Wedge, the way she'd so easily dragged him along, you'd think she and he were old friends or something:;
Wedge: Great.. Well let's grab this Lt. Kettch doll and get out of here.
Fenig Durak: Whatever you say, sir. ::She wrinkled her nose in a grin and tugged him along as she picked up the pace:: You didn't answer my question though.
Wedge: I don't remember honestly...
Wedge: :::Then he pointed to one of the simulator pods that had black ink paw prints leading up to the simulator pod.:: I think we have a clue.
Fenig Durak: Maybe you should. Soon. A lots been going on that I think you need to catch up on. ::Should she leave it at that? She laughed a bit and let go of Wedge's arm to peek inside the sim pod:: Indeed.
Face: ::Inside of the pod was a little Lt. Kettch doll with a make shift blaster, dressed quite strangely like Tycho.::
Wedge: That's new...
Fenig Durak: ::She held it up, a doe eyed smile on her face:: Awe... it's so cute!
Wedge: Are you going to hug that thing all night?
Fenig Durak: Well, no, but it is cute. Admit it. ::she held it out, near shoving it in Wedge's face::
Wedge: I've seen more then enough of that thing to last me a lifetime.
Lt. Kettch: ::Suddenly he speaks.:: The greatest Pilot ever was Ton Phanan, the man could out fly Wedge Antilles.
Wedge: I'm going to kill that doll.
Fenig Durak: ::Hugs it to her again:: The one in Wes' room is a bit nicer, but this one will do for now. ::Heading out of the sim room, she waved for Wedge to follow:: It' s not so bad. I think it's cute. Maybe a liar, but cute all the same.
Wedge: ::Mumbles after her.::
Fenig Durak: Oh hush. Lighten up, hmm? ::Walking backwards to keep up the convo with Wedge, mischief glistened in her eyes:: By the way, would you like to hear something in the way of news?
Lt. Kettch: Commander Wedge Antilles I have your orders from Admiral Phanan & General Loran.. You are to report to Hoth Immediately and begin the process of training Wampas as commandos with me.
Wedge: Sure.. This day couldn't get any worse.
Fenig Durak: ::She quirked a brow at Wedge, the smile fading from her face for a moment:: Well, aren't you Mr. Cheery Pants?
Wedge: I'm going to put that doll right into the airlock after you are done with it.
Fenig Durak: You'll do no such thing!
Wedge; Your right.. That'd be too kind.
Fenig Durak: Anyway, can you step outside of your unfounded hatred of this doll to listen for a moment? Jeeze. And I thought this guy was supposed to be nice!
Wedge: Alright. Alright...
Wedge: I'm sorry I've just been bombarded with so much lately.
Fenig Durak: ::She frowned markedly for a moment, sort of sizing Wedge up for a moment. She decided she could easily take him. But that wasn't the issue at hand here. Redonning her smile, her hand holding Kettch dropped to her side:: Well, anyway, guess who's gonna be a Dad?
Wedge: ::He stopped and his eyes slightly went wide.:: Who?
Fenig Durak: ::oh, she had to milk this for a moment more:: Oh, just a pilot we both know and love.
Wedge: ...... ::He let his hands slowly come to up to his head.:: Please tell me I'm dreaming.... Please tell me I'm going to wake up.
Wedge: ::He pinched himself and he felt himself only feel pain.::
Fenig Durak: I'm sorry, Wedge, but you're not dreaming. Though, if you were, I'd have to commend you for your wonderful creativity.
Wedge: Since when do children have children? ::He asked quite seriously now.:: And I'm not talking about you.
Fenig Durak: ::Her forehead wrinkled in her half frown at that:: Gee, thanks for the congratulations Wedge. I'm sure Wes'll do a great job as well.
Wedge: I'm sorry you're right this is a time for congratulations. ::He said as he offered a hug and he grinned softly.:: Just that everything has been going so crazy.
Wedge: So what did they offer in return for Kettch here?
Fenig Durak: Uhm... ::she looked down at the bear...Ewok..whatever and smiled sheepishly:: Considering he was easy to find, I got the better end of the deal. Two meal packs and two days of R&R. Unless they meant to split that between Kell and I, though...he was devoured by the stuffed rancor...
Wedge: Right the stuffed Rancor and when did he come into this?
Fenig Durak: When the trap door that Kell was standing on collapsed beneath him
Wedge: Since when is there a trap door in the Mess hall?
Fenig Durak: Since Cubber put one in I guess. ::she grinned again and nodded back toward where the costumed ones were waiting