Hobbie and Waitress - Shel | Fenig and Deren - Leah
| Erc - Ed
Fenig Durak: --------
Fenig Durak: "Hobbie, hun, we promised to meet them in
like ten minutes. I'd really like to not be late," Fen tried to say as
gently as possible. Course, it was her fault for taking so long in the
'fresher, but who's keeping track?
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie looked up from where he was seated behind his desk,
"Just let me send off this report, Fen...."
Fenig Durak: Her foot bounced against her leg as she
waited. "Alright. I suppose I can wait that long." Really. She is trying
to be patient.
Hobbie Klivian: Five minutes later, he was finally satisfiedto his perfectionistic
standards, and sent the report to where it belonged. He stood and moved
around the desk. "Alright, Fen. Now we can go."
Hobbie Klivian: He held a hand down to her to help her up.
Deren: Arriving at the restaurant, Deren smiled
wanly at Erc. "Think Fiana is alright? We couldn't get through last night-"
she stopped herself and laughed.
Fenig Durak: She took his hand and rose. "Sorry I'm
being impatient."
ErcVortan: "Yes, she's fine. We didn't get through, cause we Tried
REAL late. You are the one that told dad to turn off the Holo Comm if it
was that late."
Hobbie Klivian: As way of forgiveness, he leaned down and claimed a kiss
from his Wife. "That's alright, Fen. Let's go."
ErcVortan: Erc did check his Chrono though. He'd left a message with
his father, and was sure that Colm would respond. Just a matter of when.
Fenig Durak: Though she acted casual, the pace of her
steps was a bit quicker than usual as she sped them toward a speeder.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, with his longer legs, didn't have troublekeeping
up. He slipped into the passanger seat, since she still hadn't toldthemjust
where they were going, and he was tired to boot.
ErcVortan: Erc ordered another drink. it was better then pacing. Deren
was worried, more about not having talked to Fiana then actually not hearing
about here. Try as she might, teh one thign she could never hide, was her
love for her daughter
Fenig Durak: The way Fen drove, well...it's probably
good that she's not a pilot. She had good control, but was dodging in
and out of traffic a bit more than usual. "They are really excited to
meet you," but she was a bit nervous. Chewing on
Fenig Durak: her bottom lip and tapping a finger against
the wheel.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie unintentionally gripped the door handle. Driving
like that, or flying like that, was fine if he was the one in control.
Hobbie Klivian: Right now he had no control, and that meant he coulddo
nothing if something happened. Reflexively, he shut his eyes againstthe
nervous feeling in his stomach.
Deren: Eyeing up his drink, she'd been in
the ladies room when he'd ordered it, she motioned to the waiter to bring
her one as well. "What is that? Looks strong."
ErcVortan: "Flavored water. You think I wanna get buzzed waiting for
Fen's Man? I haven't seen anyone from Rogue Squadron since Way before Thrawn."
Erc shook his head
ErcVortan: "I'd be surprised if he remembers me."
Fenig Durak: Fen noticed without even looking and made
herself slow down as they neared the restaurant. "Sorry, love. I kinda
have this thing about being late." She was, well, perpetually early for
everything. At least everything she had the
Hobbie Klivian: "They'll live, Fen. So, you haven't even told me who these
friends of yourse are."
Fenig Durak: ability to be early too. PUlling to a stop
in front of the restaurant, she turned off the speeder and turned a very
relaxed and loving smile on him. "Very dear friends of mine from back
in the Blackballs. Well, at least Erc is.
Fenig Durak: Deren I've known since I was a kid."
Deren: "Forget you? How could anyone possibly
for get you? You're huge!" she teased as she sniffed at the deceptive flavored
water.
Hobbie Klivian: "I see." He frowned slightly, the name 'Erc'seemed vaguely
familiar, but so much ahd happened over the years and he'dmet so many people
in his time in the military, he doubted he'd ever puta finger on it.
ErcVortan: "The Squadron was a little busy waging War with no government
backup!"
ErcVortan: "Huge or not, I was just background." Erc smiled and winked.
ErcVortan: ((Bacta War, According to My Fan Fic, Erc was on the Station,
not alot of interaction with the Actual Squadron))
Fenig Durak: Opening her door, she grinned confidently.
"Ready?"
Hobbie Klivian: "As I'll ever be," he shrugged through his half-mournful
look. He never COULD completely rid himself of it.
Fenig Durak: He'd managed a few times here and there,
and then over half that day on the beach. Locking the speeder behind them,
she held a hand out for him, feeling, for a moment, remorse that she and
Hobbie married just as she was starting to
ErcVortan: "You want something to Drink? I can get the ServoDroid
back here quickly.""
Fenig Durak: get into the very start of her pregnancy
ickiness.
Deren: "No, I should probably do the same.
Drunken Deren isn't exactly the impression I want to give."
ErcVortan: ""I don;t know, I have seen you be the life of the party
when Drunk Red. It could be fun."
Deren: She winced and gave him a disapporiving,
though humorfilled, frown.
ErcVortan: Erc loved it when he won the little ones. It didn't happen
often. but He loved it all the more when he did.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie took her hand, and entered the restaurante with
Fen.
ErcVortan: Erc Saw them enter and stood up. He placed his hand on
Deren's Back and kissed her Cheek. "We're on."
Fenig Durak: It was a smaller restaurant, but very popular
and fairly crowded. That did nothing to prevent Fen from spotting the
pair immediately. Bright red hair and a huge man next to her. PRetty
easy to spot. She waved with her free hand
Fenig Durak: and started to weave through the tables
much to the dismay of the hostess.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie followed in her wake quietly - eyeing the two they
were headed toward. He felt as though he were under a microscope.
ErcVortan: And Erc did everything he could to keep the feeling going.
There was just something about the Big Brother Role that required this.
Fenig Durak: Big brother role indeed. Fen gave him a
'behave' look as they reached the table.
Deren: Deren supplemented it with a light
pinch on his arm
ErcVortan: Erc could barely keep the smile from his face, but somehgow
he did. Even with the Pinch, Erc seemed to straighten up more, and come
to his full height.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie stood straight beside Fenig, looking quite militarical
in his day uniform.
Fenig Durak: Smiling proudly, she gave both Deren and
Erc hugs before introductions. "Erc Vortan, Deren Beq, I'd like you to
meet my husband, Derek Klivian." She slid a hand up Hobbie's back gently.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie offered his hand first to Erc, then to Deren. "Pleased
to meet you both."
ErcVortan: Erc put his hand out, the smile finally coming to his face.
" A pleasure to meet you."
ErcVortan: Shaking his Hand, Erc didn't even try putting any pressure
on Hobbie's Hand
Hobbie Klivian: For which the Ralltiirian was thankful, beingthat the man,
though the same height, was much more muscular and likely wouldcrush it.
Deren: Deren shook his hand as well, eyeing
the pilot studiously. "Strong features, good grip, and what looks to be
a well maintained physique." She looked to Fen with a devious grin. "Good
choice, FenFen."
Fenig Durak: Fen nearly smacked Deren, though she chuckled
softly, shaking her head.
ErcVortan: Erc looked over at Deren, "As good as your Choice?"
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, blushed slightly embarassed.
Deren: "Well, no, of course not. But a close
second." She laughed and lightly clapped Hobbie's shoulder. "I'm only
teasing you. Welcome to the family."
ErcVortan: "Your last chance to run for the Door Flyboy."
Hobbie Klivian: He tried on a slight smile, "Thanks..." and looked like
he jsut might.
Fenig Durak: Fen rubbed his back softly, but gave Erc
and Deren very knowing looks. "Ok, quit picking on my husband."
ErcVortan: "Do I have to? it's one of the few joys of being a civilian
now."
Hobbie Klivian: That perked his interest, "Civilian? Implying you're ex-military...."
he raised an eyebrow.
Fenig Durak: "Yes, or I'll find a way to get my hands
on the Fury." Ooo...Hobbie interested. This is good.
ErcVortan: "Former Colonel in Intel. I quit right before what has
been called the "Bacta War."
Hobbie Klivian: He nodded, "I see. I had the misfortune of missing out
on that. I was too busy back here playing "fake Rogue" at the time."
ErcVortan: "I just never rejoined when Wedge Brought the Squadron
back. I stayed Retired."
Deren: Deren and Fen sat, their glances at
one another very knowing that they were in for a long lunch of war stories.
Deren was the only one here who had no history of actually being in the
military.
ErcVortan: "I heard about The Fake Rogues. Never saw the Squadron
though. Must have been interesting when Wedge Showed up again."
Hobbie Klivian: "Oh, it was. The rest were disbanded back tostart their
own squadrons as a reward - and Wes and I got ourselves backinto the Rogues
after too long a hiatus."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie glanced at the table briefly, before returning his
attention to Erc. He wasn't goingto sit before the heavyworlder did.
ErcVortan: "Congrats. It must have been tough sitting out Those battles.
I was assigned to Coruscant at the same time as Rogue Squadron, before
We took over here. It sure did get interesting."
Hobbie Klivian: "I am highly jealous."
ErcVortan: "But with Thrawn, you had to have been more then active,
Must have made up for some of it."
Fenig Durak: Picking up her menu, Fen looked at Deren,
starting their own conversation. "Got any good stories of motherhood that'll
inspire me? Or are they all bad?"
Hobbie Klivian: "As Fen will tell you - I'm not all that happy when there's
nothing going on."
Deren: "Oh, I've got good ones, but they aren't
as fun as the embarassing horror stories. Like the time Fiana was sick
and Erc thought it would be ok to toss her up in the air."
Fenig Durak: Fen wrinkled her nose. "We are about to
eat lunch you know.
Fenig Durak: "
ErcVortan: Erc looked over at Deren, and then smiled. "I know what
you mean. Thrawn had me working again, informally."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie raised an eyebrow, looks like they were going to
be standing all day. "Explain?"
ErcVortan: Erc finally smiles again,. and points to the Chairs, "You
pass, let's actually sit with the ladies."
Deren: She reached up and tugged on Erc's
arm. "Oh, I know, but it's really just an example. Most of my horror stories
are embarassing for Erc rather than me. THough he'll tell you otherwise."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie nodded and took seat next to his new wife. "Thank
you."
ErcVortan: "Well, General Cracken wasn't happy with me leaving, but
Wityh a threat like Thrawn, He needed all the help he could get. So I Did
some freelance work. At first, it was trying to find info on Thrawn, which
there was none."
ErcVortan: "Then trying to get info on those Clones."
Hobbie Klivian: "Of which there was nearly none."
ErcVortan: "Again, very true. But tracking done that info got.....Exciting."
Hobbie Klivian: "I can only imagine."
ErcVortan: "So, you command the Squadron now?"
Fenig Durak: What is it that motivates two normally very
chatty women to stay so quiet? Interest in the way to two 'children' interacted.
Well, 'children' from Derens' POV, but not so from Fen's.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie nodded. "A little over a year ago, Wedgeand Tycho
decided to retire. Wes did, just recently, as well. That leaves me as
the last original Rogue."
Hobbie Klivian: Something in Hobbie's tone sounded sad.
Hobbie Klivian: Sad and... left out. behind. the sound found in the voices
of many 'last ones' of ages past.
ErcVortan: "Makes an old timer like me want to come back. You know,
someone actually let me command a Squadron once."
Fenig Durak: "You were a good commander and don't you
deny it." Fen countered.
ErcVortan: Erc had those feelings about Endor bubble up again, but
he remembered the lecture he got from Fen aboard the Predator about that.
ErcVortan: "I gfave up fighting you about that."
Fenig Durak: "Because you know I'm right," she nodded
firmly. Things had happened that Erc had no control over and shouldn't
feel guilty for.
Deren: Deren, knowing her own husband's sore
spots, patted his lag beneath the table.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Heknew when
memories of battles past were not to be brought up. He had manyof his
own.
ErcVortan: "anyway, who wants to start with a drink?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Drink sounds good," hobbie nodded.
ErcVortan: "What will you have, I had this thing going with the Servo
Droid. I can get the drinks quickly." Erc winked at the people at the table
Fenig Durak: "A thing?" she quirked a brow curiously
and looked to Deren for a moment.
Deren: Who just waved her hand dismissively.
It was Erc afterall.
Hobbie Klivian: "Just a lum - I have to go back to work afterthis." He
sighed, "paperwork, since we became a legitimate government there'sjust
too much."
ErcVortan: "Hey, you know me and Droids. Deo still obeys every order."
Fenig Durak: Wrinkling her nose, Fen ran her sights down
the drink menu and finally settled on ice water.
ErcVortan: Erc was about to go get the drinks, but waited till Deren
placed her order. He made sure to look right at her to get it."
Deren: "I've still got mine," she raised and
tinkled her glass.
ErcVortan: Excusing himself, Erc went over to the Bar
Deren: Leaning on her elbows against the edge
of the table, Deren smiled interestedly. "So Derek, how did you and Fen
here first get together? She told us it was only a few days ago too."
Hobbie Klivian: "It's, uh, a long short story."
Deren: "We've got time and this is what we're
here for," she grinned.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie looked to Feni for help.
Fenig Durak: Fen shrugged. There wasn't a way out of
this.
Hobbie Klivian: "Well...." he looked at Deren a moment before deciding.
"Have you ever seen the holo, "Centre Stage"?"
ErcVortan: Erc returned witht he drinks, cursing the driod slightly
under his breath. "What did I miss?"
Deren: "ISn't that the one about the dancing
school and that prissy blonde?" She looked up at Erc and shook her head.
"Oh, I'm just hearing the story of how they hooked up."
ErcVortan: "good, continue
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie chuckled, "something like that. Anyhow, there's
a song in there, "If I was the one".... that pretty well sums it up."
Deren: "Good song"
ErcVortan: "Not bad, not my kinda music though."
Hobbie Klivian: "Well, there you go." Hobbie shrugged.
Deren: She blinked. "That's it? You sang
a song and then ran off to get married?" Suffice it to say, Deren was disappointed.
Hobbie Klivian: "No. Didn't sing the song. For a year, we WEREthat song,"
Hobbie shrugged. "Then something happend, I can't explain, andTHAT is
when we ran off and got married," he chuckled and looked at Feni.
ErcVortan: "a Nice Simple Explaination"
Hobbie Klivian: ((the song http://www.lyricsstyle.com/r/ruffendz/ifiwastheo
ne.html ))
Fenig Durak: Fen smiled back and slipped her hand over
Hobbie's atop the table. "Simple is usually best."
Deren: Deren leaned back agianst her chair,
studying the two. "For a year? What happened in that year?"
ErcVortan: ""pleasae excuse her, She still has the information Broker
in her working."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie half chuckled, "Well, she was... unattainable to
me." He shrugged, "or I was blind. Depends on the day."
Deren: "Unattainable? Doesn't sound like
you Fen. You usually have to be dragged into a relationship kicking and
screaming." Deren favored the younger woman with a knowing grin.
ErcVortan: "Hey, it's not like Fen here is the easiest to understand
at times."
Fenig Durak: "Hey! You guys don't know everything.
I happened to have found myself thrust into a group of wonderful people
with two very handsome and attractive bachelors. I just happened to have
picked the wrong one at first."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie didn't catch the teasing tone, and said flatly,
"Who also happened to be my best friend."
Fenig Durak: Fen turned a somewhat confused look on Hobbie
for a moment.
Deren: Deren on the other hand quirked a tailored
brow, wondering if there was some sort of attitude in this man that no
one had seen before. Wouldn't have been the first time with Fen's love
interests. Or husbands.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie bit his tongue before saying anythingmore. Sure,
he was glad that Wes had stepped down and allowed him to havethis true
happiness -
Hobbie Klivian: but somehow he still felt bitter about how his best friend
had treated the wonderful woman seated besideh im.
ErcVortan: Erc could see some of the conflited feelings in Hobbie's
face. It had to be hard, knowing He won, but the doubt if he was second
place.
ErcVortan: He had similar feelings with Deren at first. After all,
he was one of three men who could have been the father of Deren's baby.
Deren: Catching on fairly quickly, she leaned
forward again. "I can tell you one thing, Derek, that I doubt Wes ever
put the same smile on her face that you do when she even mentions you.
Jake certainly never did and we all thought that
Deren: was a sure thing." Honest and to the
point. And no one can really blame Deren. She'd slept with Wolf on a whim,
Erc before going off to die, and Fett...well...because he's Fett.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie nodded with a tight smile, but it was a smile, and
he wasn't free with that expression often. "I know."
ErcVortan: "I have to agree, the girl is happy. And you are the reason."
Fenig Durak: Though she was beaming, she still squirmed
a little. "I am still here, y'all"
ErcVortan: "Oh we know, that's why we are behaving ourselves."
Fenig Durak: "Gee....how sweet."
ErcVortan: "Nothing but Love Sis."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, as is his usual wont, said nothing.
ErcVortan: "So, Derek, how does one go about getting a tour of Rogue
Squadron?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Tour?" he raised an eyebrow.
Hobbie Klivian: "That reminds me. You had said earlier you'd had a squadron
of your own?"
ErcVortan: "Yes, BlackBall Squadron"
ErcVortan: "Quiet the collection of...Pilots and Techs."
Hobbie Klivian: "We've been having trouble in dealing with thisinvisible
fighter the empire warlords have been using, and I've lost severalpilots,
as well as having one just resign. Would you like to join?"
ErcVortan: "Even when I was a Squadron Leader, I was not a Fighter
Pilot." Erc looked over at Deren, knowing what this was going to do to
her.
ErcVortan: "But My ship is still Combat Rated. If you need more Firepower,
and a more tempting target, I can be talked into returning to service."
Deren: Her brow flickered as she listened,
raising her glass to drink, but she remained silent. Returning to service
indeed.
ErcVortan: Ec knew he was going to get it. But Honestly, he missed
it.
Hobbie Klivian: "The additional help would be appreciated," Hobbienodded.
"As Rogue Leader, and a Colonel, I've got enough clout to requesta reinstitution
to military
Hobbie Klivian: activity, AND an explicit assignment...." Hobbie leanedforward.
"I can see you miss it. I know what it's like to be out of actiontoo
long. It's like a slow death."
Deren: "Hmm, where have I heard those words
before," she gave Erc a pointed look, remembering back to when he nearly
completely severed her information brokering ties when she was pregnant.
That had driven her nuts. So she understood and
Deren: wouldn't kill him. Too hard.
ErcVortan: "So, do I get My Colonel Rank back?" Erc was teasing about
that. It would be a change not working for Intel, and he knew Cracken would
have a fit about it."
Hobbie Klivian: "That depends. You were Intel, but I can see what I can
do."
ErcVortan: "Honestly, make me a Flight Officer, Rank doesn't matter.
And Fen might actually like holding Rank over me this time."
Hobbie Klivian: "It's up to you."
Hobbie Klivian: He looked at the ladies, "Any objections?"
Fenig Durak: "Not much though. I'm only a Lt. Makes
working with my husband interesting," she smirked, though theyd' been married
so short that it hadn't come up.
Hobbie Klivian: "That's why you're not a pilot, Fen." he chuckle dand winked
at her, she put him at ease so, well, easily.
ErcVortan: "I can drop by tomorrow and work out the details. Plus
drop the specs for the Fury off."
Fenig Durak: "Judging by how you reacted to just my driving,"
she leaned close and kissed his cheek. "I'd give you a heart attack in
a week. Maybe less."
Hobbie Klivian: "That would be great."
Fenig Durak: "Though when the Rogues are testing my fighters,
it might be best if I'm restrained," she teased.
ErcVortan: "I got room for you Fen, you can fly with me."
Deren: "Oh gods. You let her drive?!"
Hobbie Klivian: "Fen, you know you will be. You're not doinganything to
endanger my Force-child." he smirked. "Wait.. am I still Forcefather,or
how does that work now," he suddenly looked confused.
Fenig Durak: The confusion spread. "Uhm...step father
and force-father?"
ErcVortan: A holoDrama in the Making, I'm sure."
Deren: "HA! Nothing ever changes."
Fenig Durak: Sinking into her seat, Fen blushed deeply
and concentrated on the condensation on her glass.
Fenig Durak: Time to draw a smiley face in the condensation,.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, in his own inimitable way, managed to sigh, shrug,
and smirk confusion all at the same time.
ErcVortan: Erc looked over to Deren and Smiled. "Hey, this means I
can legally carry a Blaster around again. No more hiding it."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie was glad for the subject change, "I take that as
a Yes?"
Deren: Her hand came up and smacked her own
forehead, dragging it down her face. "Good, Beef stick, announce it to
the entire restaurant."
Hobbie Klivian: Just then, a waitress showed
up, chewing on some sort of stick unreservedly. The Bothan grinned and
winked at the officer and "seeming" civilians. "Whatcan I do ya for?"
ErcVortan: "Hey, I dare someone to try and find it." Turning to Hobbie,
Erc smiled. "Yes Sir, it's a Yes."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie held his hand out to Erc, "Welcome to Rogue Squadron,
then."
ErcVortan: "Thank you Sir."
Fenig Durak: Fen looked down at her menu before settling
on a pasta dish with grilled seafood bits. When that was done, she smiled
up at Erc, "We're gonna be in the same squadron again. Let the pranks
begin again!"
Hobbie Klivian: At that, Hobbie ran a hand down his face....
ErcVortan: "I'm in for it now." Erc smiled. "No longer protected by
command."
Fenig Durak: "What? I haven't had a good prank in so
long...." That was a flat out lie.
Deren: "Have you been feeling well, FenFen?
It's not like you to go more than a few weeks without a prank."
ErcVortan: "Sure Durak!"
Fenig Durak: FenFen. She wrinkled her nose at that awful
nickname.
Hobbie Klivian: "Fen, I've seen Myn's X-wing - don't deny thatwas yourself....
and the glue in Shawn's simpod? Poor boy had to undressto get out."
Fenig Durak: "It's true! It's been a solid two months
since my last GOOD prank." No one had noticed the picture of Myn Mooning
on the underbelly of his fighter yet.
Fenig Durak: OOp...spoke too soon
Fenig Durak: She giggled, "Yeah, he's got a nice backside."
Fenig Durak: Which 'he' she was talking about was a mystery.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie rolled his eyes.
ErcVortan: "Caught in the Act again. Time to upgrade the Fury's Security
protocalls."
Hobbie Klivian: "Uh, youz guys need more
time?" she chewed more on the stick... which looked decidedly contraband...
Deren: Deren winked at Fen. "Don't worry,
you'll think of something good."
Fenig Durak: Hey! Fen had ordered.
Fenig Durak: "Kyp helped me with the paint....but the
glue was all me. Great stuff. It's called goop and it doesn't set without
at least ten minutes of applied warmth."
Waitress: The half-bothan looked at
the others expectantly as she chewed on her'stick'... her nametag said
'sleazebaganno'. Who knew bothans and humanscould have a kid after all!?
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie growled at the mention and turned his attention
to the waitress, "Nerfstake and tubers, rare."
ErcVortan: "Dewback Steak, Rare, Lum, please."
Waitress: "Got it. What about you
lady?" she looked at deren.
Waitress: "I don't got all day, ya
know."
ErcVortan: "actually you do. We are the ones Paying."
Waitress: She took out her 'stick',
"Listen buddy - I said I aint got all day,and I ain't got all day. So
Red here tells me what she wants or she don'tget nothin."
Waitress: deathsticks have a wonderful...
endearing quality upon their chewers, neh?
Deren: "Ronta burger, tubers, and more of
this colored water stuff," she drawled to the waitress who had just sassed
away her tip.
Waitress: "How you want taht Ronta
burger, lady?"
Deren: "Medium rare."
Waitress: "Got it, be back with your
stuff," she flounced off, returning the 'stick' to her jaws.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie looked after her bemusedly, "and I thoguht they
didn't maek those anymore."
ErcVortan: "They don't, But I'm not telling her how old that is."
Fenig Durak: "I'm surprised you didn't. You're the one
who went trouncing about the lower levels with out me."
Fenig Durak: "Oh, well then." She shrugged.
Deren: "I saw we make a mess, leave a scene,
and dine n dash," she said dryly as she watched the waitress enter their
order.
ErcVortan: "Calm down Sweetie, I know how you get when excited."
Deren: She turned a blank expression to Erc.
"Who's excited? If she can afford antique drugs, then she can buy our
lunch."
ErcVortan: "She's got a point."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie just shook his head and looked at Feni with the
'what ahve you gotten me into?' look.
Fenig Durak: She returned it with a 'Welcome to my family,
love of my life,' grin.
ErcVortan: "So, Colonel, what is the uniform for Rogue Squadron?"
Hobbie Klivian: He spread his arms, "Well, this is the day uniform. and
as far as flightsuits - whatever you want."
Fenig Durak: "I reccommend pink. It'll go well with
your skin tone."
ErcVortan: I don't need a Flightsuit. I tend to look more like a Smuggler
usually. ((see picture on the Ship page))
Hobbie Klivian: "well, with you not flying a snubfighter - I'msure that
won't be a problem. What'll likely happen is you'll fly a littlebit support,
and a lot bit EV pickup."
ErcVortan: "No problem there. The Cargo Loading Hatches still work.
I can rig a personal sized Tractor inside of one. Make it easier for Pickup."
Deren: "That's the best idea I've heard since
you decided to sign up again."
ErcVortan: "Hey come one Deren, I have been through alot while in
service. Never had anything alot of Bacta couldn't cure."
Fenig Durak: Fen snorted a soft laugh. "There's another
thing you two have in common."
Hobbie Klivian: "Oh great, don't the Rogues have enough bacta-boys?"
Fenig Durak: "They might not have enough bacta when you
two are done.
Fenig Durak: "
Hobbie Klivian: "And I thoguht it was bad between myself and Darklighter."
ErcVortan: "Hey, I'm alot better now. I didn't get hurt on the last
several missions I served."
Hobbie Klivian: "That's good to know. YOuc an't go getting yourself blown
up when you're keeping us in one piece after we have been."
ErcVortan: "The Second DeathStar tried to blow me up, and failed.
ErcVortan: And I was credited with killing an Impstar At Endor. Alone."
Deren: "Oh no, here we go," Deren groaned
teasingly.
ErcVortan: "You could just remind me about the 2 weeks in bacta fater
that, you don't have to get sarcastic."
Hobbie Klivian: "Impressive. I got myself shot down, and Wes while he
was flying my cover."
ErcVortan: "I had to have my ship completely rebuilt after Endor.
Not pretty."
Hobbie Klivian: "Ouch. I had to be rebuilt after Hoth.." What is this,
trump night? Next thing you know they're gonna be showing off scars!
Fenig Durak: Fen didn't even want to think about what
she'd been doing during Endor. She'd never seen so much blood and never
again wanted to play medic to the wounded. And now that she thought about
it, that's where Hobbie had seemed familiar
Fenig Durak: from back in the day when they first met.
Hobbie Klivian: "Rammed a snowspeeder down an ATAT's throat.
Hobbie Klivian: "
ErcVortan: "No Scars, not here."
Hobbie Klivian: "Afraid they'd mar your skin?"
ErcVortan: "I commanded a Rogue Mission back to Hoth, Rescued some
left behind."
ErcVortan: "I tend not to want to remember the injuries. I do have
a few, from some failures I don't want to forget."
Hobbie Klivian: "Hn."
Deren: Deren looked around for the bad waitress,
wondering how long it takes to make a burger.
Hobbie Klivian: She returned then, and plopped
the plates down before each of them, "Anything else?"
ErcVortan: "Nope, later."
Deren: "You may go, " Deren said loftifly
as she waved the woman away.
Waitress: "Yeah, call if ya want me."
She tossed a feral glare at Deren and trounced off.
ErcVortan: "That will be the Day."
Fenig Durak: Leaning forward, Fen spoke softly. "You're
so bad ,Deren! You might want to check your food for spit."
ErcVortan: "That thing wouldn't dare."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie said nothing as he gracefully tucked in.
Waitress: Oh yes she would... she didn't
do anything to hobbie and fen though... they were civil.
ErcVortan: "We got a couple of heros of the Rebellion here"
Fenig Durak: Fen didn't know that and checked her food
anyway before taking an experimental taste. "Mine's clean. What about
yours, love?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Nothing wrong here."
ErcVortan: "Someone is going to pay here!" Erc got up, looking for
the managment
Hobbie Klivian: "Stand down, Vortan."
ErcVortan: "If she think's I'm paying for this! Sir."
Deren: "Sit back down, Erc. It'll be fine.
She'll get hers."
ErcVortan: Erc sits, but still doesn't look like he was happy.
Deren: Lifting the bun off of her burger, searching
through the tubers, all of it, she applied her studious gaze to searching
for somehting that didn't belong.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie got up and moved back to speak with the management
in low civil tones.
Fenig Durak: Fen, taking this chance to watch Hobbie
walk away, grinned lightly as she admired his....day uniform.
Deren: Deren smirked, following Fen's gaze.
Leaning to the side, she whispered softly to Erc, "Seems Fen might want
to end lunch early."
ErcVortan: Erc smirled, showing a break in his anger. "She might not
be the only one Red."
Deren: A brow quirked and a crooked grin worn.
"You're just one big hormone, aren't you?"
ErcVortan: "Just like you."
Deren: "Yeah, but we don't broadcast that
in public, do we?
Deren: "
ErcVortan: "Not usually. Or at least not anymore."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, having reached an agreement with themanager in
his calm, dour manner, soon returned bearing two new meals forderen and
erc, and the news of, "Meal's are on the house."
ErcVortan: "I may like this new command.:"
Deren: "Damn right they are," she spoke softly,
though she hadn't truly been pissed off, just hard onthe wait staff.
Hobbie Klivian: "Being calm has its advantages," Hobbie said simply as
he went back to his meal.
Fenig Durak: "Thank you, Hobbs. That was very sweet
of you." She'd have let Deren and Erc have their tainted meals as punishment
for their behavior.
ErcVortan: Erc caught Fen's meaning, knowing how she would have let
ERc and Deren fend for themselves.
Fenig Durak: Serves them right.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie's a bit more... eventempered about this sort of
thing
Deren: Hey, Deren didn't care how it happened.
She just fixed up her burger and enjoyed.
ErcVortan: As did Erc, Slicing into the Steak
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie ate with the grace instilled in him by formative
years among socialites and very polite society.
Fenig Durak: "You guys travel more than I do, so where
do you suggest for a belated honeymoon?" Yup, she had every intention
of making Hobbie take that vacation time.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie sighed a long, patient sigh, and wisely said naothing
as he ate.
ErcVortan: ERc looked over at Deren and Smiled. "Bespin, Cloud City.
Deren and I have an Apartment there."
Fenig Durak: "Yeah, I've heard it was nice there, but
not exactly a vacation spot. Know of anyplace with great beaches?"
ErcVortan: "Well, how far you willing to travel?"
Fenig Durak: She shrugged and looked to the 'brains of
this outfit'
Hobbie Klivian: Who woudl be.....
Fenig Durak: "I think that depends on how much time we
can take off. What do you think, hun? I know you're not a huge fan of
vacations."
Hobbie Klivian: "Don't see the need for 'em."
Fenig Durak: "Yeah, but it means a lot to me."
Hobbie Klivian: "I know, that's why it's yoru decision, Fen."
Fenig Durak: HEr brows flickered a moment, but she nodded.
"How much time off have we accrued?"
Hobbie Klivian: "I can get however much time you want. Myself, exceptr
for a day here or there, I haven't taken one in about three years."
Fenig Durak: "A week? Two? A month?"
Hobbie Klivian: He just shrugged.
Fenig Durak: She sighed lightly and looked back to Erc.
"Time's not a limit."
ErcVortan: "Well, Kathol Sector has a nice planet. Right on the border
of the Outback. The World is called Borni."
Fenig Durak: "Beaches?"
ErcVortan: "more then 2/3rds of the planet is ocean. Human friendly.
And All Islands"
Fenig Durak: "Sounds nice. Maybe I'll check into it
a bit more." She'd been nibbling here and there on her pasta, enjoying
it a bit, but it wasn't great. "Ok, all of that aside, what have you two
been doing in the last year? Like when did
Fenig Durak: you move to Bespin?"
ErcVortan: "Just about a year ago. Calrissian's Aide Lobot took over."
Deren: "It's a lot easier on my back than
Kornia Prime ever was," she jibed at Erc, actually having loved her time
there.
ErcVortan: "You loved My homeworld, especially when you were able
to walk the streets. You even said so outloud."
Deren: "Yeah, I know I did. Took me long
enough to be able to stand upright on my own though."
ErcVortan: Erc fished in his pocket. then came out holding a small
Data Recorder. "I have the recording, if you like."
Deren: Jer jaw dropped. "You kept that?"
ErcVortan: "Never know when it will come in handy. Dad has a copyu
too."
Deren: "Oh gods...."
Deren: "On that note, I think it's time I take
this one home and think of a way to get back at him for that recording."
ErcVortan: "You can try"
Deren: "Oh, I have a way," she grinned with
a twinkle in her eye.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie nodded, "I have to get back to work, myself." He
looekd at Erc, "I'll look forward to seeing you come by soon so we canmake
your joining official."
ErcVortan: "That you do."
ErcVortan: "I certainly will."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie stood and shook Erc's hand.
ErcVortan: Shacking his hand, Erc felt good with a new purpose. And
a sense of belonging."
Deren: Deren rose to give Fen another hug.
"You take care of that one or else I'll have to come after you both."
Fenig Durak: "You do and I'll shave your head clean,
Der," Fen smirked.
Deren: "Right. I'll remember that. C'mon,
Beef Stick. I'm hungry and want to get home."
ErcVortan: "After you Red. And You can even drive this time."
Hobbie Klivian: "Ready to head back to base, Fen?"
Deren: Waving behind them as they left, Deren
led Erc from the restaurant with a passing look of arrogance to the waitress.
Fenig Durak: "Yeah. How much work do you have left for
today?"
Hobbie Klivian: Who cheekily stuck a tongue
aout ar her.
Hobbie Klivian: "Fen, at least half a day or more."
ErcVortan: Erc saluted her with one finger, and closed the door behind
him
Fenig
Durak: "Alright.
I've got some prep work and a few routine checks to do before calling it
a day." She pushed back from her seat and stood.
Hobbie Klivian: "Oh, and Fen? I'm driving back."
Fenig Durak: She laughed and started for the door. "I'm
not so bad when I'm not in a rush, but alright. You can drive." She turned
and took a few steps backward to smile at him.
Hobbie Klivian: He grabbed her up in his arms, in a playful wayhe had come
to having when around her, just the two of them, and brougthher the speeder
before dorpping her in.
Fenig Durak: She bounced a little on the seat, gleeful
eyes watching him walk around the speeder. "Have I told you recently how
wonderful you are?"
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie blushed slightly as he got in, turning on the speeder
and driving at a much LESS insane pace than she had earlier.
Fenig Durak: Force bless the designer of this speeder
and the benchstyle seat that let her scoot closer to him as they returned
to base. Fingers teased in his hair on the back of his head idlly as the
wind tried to tug it free.
Hobbie Klivian: which of course sent shivers down his spine. naughty girl.
Fenig Durak: Oh, she knew, but it was only fair after
the extreme teasing he put her through on the artificial beach that day.
Hobbie Klivian: *kablink* "Fen?"
Fenig Durak: "Yeah, Hobbs?"
Hobbie Klivian: "I'm having a little trouble concentrating he-" he swirved
bafck into his lane before almost habving a headon. "Here."
Fenig Durak: "Oh, sorry." Her fingers stopped teasing
against the sensitive skin of his neck to just drape over his shoulder.
Hobbie Klivian: "Thanks>
Fenig Durak: "I forget that it has that strong of an
effect."
Hobbie Klivian: He chuckled, the low rumble eminating from his chest.
Fenig Durak: Not meaning to distract his this time, she
leaned close and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek before settling back
in her seat. "Thanks for today, Hobbs. Means a lot to me."
Hobbie Klivian: "Anything for you, Fen."
Fenig Durak: "I know that you're not a big fan of vacations,
but I think a few days away would be good for us both. We can put it off
until the best time for it, but I really do think we should take some time,"
she spoke just loud enough to be
Fenig Durak: heard above the wind.
Hobbie Klivian: "Sounds like a plan."
Fenig Durak: "What was that planet Erc suggested? Or
do you have a preference at all?" She wanted lots of beaches and safe
oceans so she could see Hobbie at his best again. He'd been so carefree
and joyfull then.
Hobbie Klivian: "I'm not particularly partial to anything, Fen. I'm pretty
easily poleased."
Hobbie Klivian: *pleased
Fenig Durak: "Yeah? So I could take us to the Moon"
meaning Nar Shaddaa, "and you'd be fine?" Never again did Fen want to
set foot on that awful place.
Hobbie Klivian: "If I had enough holdouts on me. perhpas. PLease don't
say you want me to go THERE."
Fenig Durak: "No, I'll pass on that. Last time I was
there, Deren told me she was pregnant, we took a little investigative trip
to Centerpoint, I was kidnapped, nearly raped, killed, and then spaced.
That was not something I care to repeat."
Fenig Durak: She shuddered a little against him, trying
to close out all of those memories.
Hobbie Klivian: He sli8pped an arm around her protectively, asthough to
banish the long agoness. "Not NarShadda. Not corellia either- I had a
bad experience my last trip there."
Fenig Durak: "Oh? When were you there last?" She didn't
want to know about his experience, but just curious as to how long it had
been.
Fenig Durak: (Is this the bugbite one?)
Hobbie Klivian: ((ayup__
Hobbie Klivian: A LONG while ago.
Hobbie Klivian: ""
Hobbie Klivian: "Back the FIRST time I was a rogue."
Fenig Durak: "Wow. Long time." Her last trip was about
three months after the Centerpoint mission when her father was dying.
That hadn't been fun either. "Well, then I think we should maybe go back
to Tibrin, or maybe take Erc's advice."
Hobbie Klivian: "We could go to Mon Cal?"
Fenig Durak: "Never been there. I've heard good things
though. Would you rather go there?" She snuggled close to him, turning
her head to rest her chin on his shoulder, taking a deep breath of the
smell of his hair, letting the comforting
Fenig Durak: scent soothe her.
Hobbie Klivian: He shrugged amiably as he parked the speeder.
Fenig Durak: Before making any move to get out, she smiled
gently at her Hobbie. "Don't take too long to finish up tonight, ok?"
Hobbie Klivian: "I'll try my best."
Fenig Durak: "Do you want anything special for dinner
tonight?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Food?"
Fenig Durak: "What type of food?" she laughed softly.
He stole her answer!
Hobbie Klivian: "The kind that's edible?"
Fenig Durak: "Any special flavors you want?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Yummy ones."
Fenig Durak: "Ok, so here's a question. Downtime, or
home cooking?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Yes?"
Hobbie Klivian: He chuckled, he was having entirely too much fun.
Fenig Durak: She sighed loudly, over exaggerating her
frustration. "Ok, so then my place, or yours?"
Hobbie Klivian: He shrugged, "Sure."
Hobbie Klivian: all the time keeping a perfectly straight face..
Fenig Durak: His place. Home cooked. Something yummy.
"Ok, last question before I tackle you and have my way with you," she
teased. "Black or green?"
Hobbie Klivian: He blinked. "Wha?"
Fenig Durak: "Pick one. Black or green?" Her turn to
be frustrating.
Hobbie Klivian: He thought a moemnt, and decided, "Well, I like yoru eyes
- so green?"
Hobbie Klivian: what am I black or greening about?"
Fenig Durak: "Green it is," She nodded. "You'll have
to wait and see, won't you." She tapped his nose with a finger, grinning
devilishly.
Hobbie Klivian: "You're frightening me."
Fenig Durak: "Why?" GEnuine question with no plotting
smile.
Hobbie Klivian: "Because I don't like not knowing what's going on."
Fenig Durak: "If I tell you though, it'll ruin the surprise,"
she pouted softly, readjusting on the seat so she was on her knees and
turned more toward him.
Hobbie Klivian: "It won't explode, will it?"
Fenig Durak: "I certainly hope not. I'd suffer more
of the blast than you."
Hobbie Klivian: He raised his eyebrows, "Will you,n ow?"
Fenig Durak: "Yeah, I may like a good explosion every
so often, but not this time."
Hobbie Klivian: "Sounds intreguing."
Fenig Durak: "I suppose. That mean you're going to hurry
home this evening to find out?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Might."
Fenig Durak: "Then you might see the fruits of your decision."
Hobbie Klivian: "I might."
Fenig Durak: She laughed softly, more to herself. "Ok,
my husband of few words. I've got things to do before I pamper you tonight."
Ooop. Did she let that slip?
Hobbie Klivian: His eyebrows shot up. she sure did.
Fenig Durak: She blinked a few times before sinking back
on her feet. "Uh...I mean.... uhm....shavit."
Hobbie Klivian: A slow smile creaped up on his face. He looked around
to be sure the speederage was empty and leaned forward to claim a kiss.
Fenig Durak: Her hands came up to cup his cheeks, keeping
him in the kiss longer than he had meant.
Hobbie Klivian: However, he DID have work to get to. so he pulledaway
thenp ecked a small kiss on her nose. "See you tonight. Comm me whenyou
figureo ut just where I need to go." With that he exited the speeder.
Fenig Durak: She hopped over the side and made a quick
pinch at his bum. "Oh, I figure we should meet at your apartment at about
8?"
Hobbie Klivian: "I think I can be done by then," he turned and winked at
her.
Fenig Durak: "Have a good day then. I'll see you later."
Hobbie Klivian: "Definitely." and he left.
Fenig Durak: She whistled low to herself. "I think I
might love that man too much," she mummbled softly to herself, a HUGE grin
on her face.
