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Title: Road Trip
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 348
Characters: Delta Squad
Summary: Mike laughed about it, then the plot bunnies dropped the idea in my head and ran cackling.
“C’mon, Fixer, let me drive.”
“No.”
“You’re doing it wrong, let me drive!”
“No!”
“Fixer!” Sev was coming dangerously close to whining. “They’re getting away!”
The hacker snapped back, “You had your chance to drive this thing and you failed miserably, I have it now so sit down!”
Boss secretly wished he wouldn’t. Walkers weren’t made to hold four people and he and Scorch were horribly cramped in the back already.
“But, look! Another one just ran by!” If the image didn’t creep him out, Boss was certain Sev was pouting.
“Just because I don’t go out of my way to step on whatever Trandoshian creeps into view doesn’t make me a bad driver!”
“Actually, I think that makes him a /better/ driver.”
Sev leveled Scorch with a glare. “Says the guy that failed his driving exams three times. How the hell do /you/ get motion sickness, anyway? We’re all cloned from the same vat!”
“You repeatedly running into walls helps.”
Boss’s mind whirled. Irritable Sev + Miserable Scorch + Enclosed Space = Suckage for Me. “Sev. Oh-seven!”
“What?” He snapped, then caught himself. “Sorry.”
“Sev,” their leader said gently, “why don’t you take the turret while Fixer drives?”
He gleamed wickedly. “Thank you, sir.”
The other two stayed quiet until Sev crawled into the turret and started cackling bloody death upon all lizards.
“Uh, Three-eight?” Fixer asked as politely as he could. “No disrespect, sir, but Oh-seven will start blowing holes in the ship."
“Better then the alternative.”
“Alternative?”
“Scraping Six-eight’s blood from my armor.”
Short after, one of Sev’s mortars hit a group of Trandoshians in front of them and rocked the walker like Jell-o. Scorch barely had time to take off his helmet and lean his head out the walker before he puked and started yelling at Sev to be more careful. Which just made Sev do it again out of spite and then Fixer started getting into it.
Boss hung his head, starting to get that parental headache going on when kids just wouldn’t. Shut. UP.
This was going to be a long ride.
Title: Road Trip
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 348
Characters: Delta Squad
Summary: Mike laughed about it, then the plot bunnies dropped the idea in my head and ran cackling.
“C’mon, Fixer, let me drive.”
“No.”
“You’re doing it wrong, let me drive!”
“No!”
“Fixer!” Sev was coming dangerously close to whining. “They’re getting away!”
The hacker snapped back, “You had your chance to drive this thing and you failed miserably, I have it now so sit down!”
Boss secretly wished he wouldn’t. Walkers weren’t made to hold four people and he and Scorch were horribly cramped in the back already.
“But, look! Another one just ran by!” If the image didn’t creep him out, Boss was certain Sev was pouting.
“Just because I don’t go out of my way to step on whatever Trandoshian creeps into view doesn’t make me a bad driver!”
“Actually, I think that makes him a /better/ driver.”
Sev leveled Scorch with a glare. “Says the guy that failed his driving exams three times. How the hell do /you/ get motion sickness, anyway? We’re all cloned from the same vat!”
“You repeatedly running into walls helps.”
Boss’s mind whirled. Irritable Sev + Miserable Scorch + Enclosed Space = Suckage for Me. “Sev. Oh-seven!”
“What?” He snapped, then caught himself. “Sorry.”
“Sev,” their leader said gently, “why don’t you take the turret while Fixer drives?”
He gleamed wickedly. “Thank you, sir.”
The other two stayed quiet until Sev crawled into the turret and started cackling bloody death upon all lizards.
“Uh, Three-eight?” Fixer asked as politely as he could. “No disrespect, sir, but Oh-seven will start blowing holes in the ship."
“Better then the alternative.”
“Alternative?”
“Scraping Six-eight’s blood from my armor.”
Short after, one of Sev’s mortars hit a group of Trandoshians in front of them and rocked the walker like Jell-o. Scorch barely had time to take off his helmet and lean his head out the walker before he puked and started yelling at Sev to be more careful. Which just made Sev do it again out of spite and then Fixer started getting into it.
Boss hung his head, starting to get that parental headache going on when kids just wouldn’t. Shut. UP.
This was going to be a long ride.
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Date: 2013-06-05 12:30 am (UTC)