Post by queensilve on Feb 10, 2007 22:23:43 GMT 1
A Day Not Forgotten
Time: Somewhere between Jedi Academy og Hand of Thrawn..
Place: Coruscant
Bloody walked down one of the heavily decorated corridors of the Galactic Senate. Once the Heart of the Empire, now the Heart of The New Republic. And even before that the Heart of The Old Republic. Bloody smiled. Ironic. The galaxy was forever in motion, always changing, but certain things remained the same. Like Coruscant, the brightly shining centre of everything. It had always been the Capital of any government.
Covered by city the planet was hideous to Bloody. Born on a far, isolated jungle planet he was used to the fresh air and wonderful, wild nature. Yavin 4 was much like Alira, his home planet, so he had no problems by fitting in there. But the polluted, stinking air of Coruscant made his lungs ache and almost strangulated him the moment he left Slave II. He hated it and didn’t want to spend more time on the planet than most necessary.
His mood had gotten a little better, though, as he stepped into the Senate with ventilation, and his lungs had accepted the low-quality air. Still he longed to get back to the Academy on the jungle moon.
Or most likely he longed for Alira. This day more than ever, without a particular reason.
He felt a few, hard stings in his heart by the thought of his home. A smirk appeared on his face. He had become a sentimental fool. The one thing in the galaxy he would have hated to become. It had to be that Jedi training’s fault, for sure.
He forced the growing feeling of loneliness and longing back in his mind and sealed it off. This was not the time to let his thoughts fly away.
Wedge Antilles had been very serious and clear, when he had asked Bloody to meet him in the hangar at 1800 hours sharp. In an important matter. Bloody did not hope that it was about the talon marks he had decorated on the Corellian Commander’s X-wing. He smiled with predatory amusement. Poor Wedge. Like his friend hadn’t enough trouble controlling Wes Janson.
He turned a corner and reached the entrance to the hangar at the end of the corridor.
As he reached out to open the door, he suddenly hesitated, alarmed by one of his senses. Something was wrong here.
He tried to stretch out with his feelings, as Master Skywalker numerous times had told him to do, to determine, what was wrong. But as usual the Force avoided him. He shrugged. It was no use getting angry, and he could handle himself just fine without an almighty power to watch his back.
Forgetting his hesitation he opened the door and stepped into the hangar.
All lights were out. It was like stepping into a wall of darkness. Bloody hissed an Aliran curse, mixed up with some Corellian phrases. What was going on here??!! Was this some kind of joke??
Wait a second… WEDGE was making a joke??!!!
The thought alone almost made Bloody turn around and run out the hangar. He managed to get a hold of himself, though. If Wedge had prepared a little joke for the Aliran, the pilot would regret it dearly. Bloody smiled, showing all his white, sharp teeth.
Now where in the Remains of Byss was the switch to the light??
He fumbled through the darkness, hoping not to fall or walk into some sort of Corellian-made trap. His hands stroke across the wall and finally he was able to find the light switch.
Before he could even think of turning on the light, it went on by itself.
“SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The sudden, high burst out of voices behind him almost made Bloody jump through the ceiling of pure fright. He turned around quick, cursing inside that he left his blaster onboard Slave II.
Behind him a large group of people was standing, smiling and laughing by the sight of the shocked expression on Bloody’s face. He immediately spotted Master Skywalker, Leia Organa Solo and her husband, Admiral Ackbar, Wes and Hobbie (somehow he wasn’t surprised) and numerous other well-known faces in the crowd, but then his attention was drawn to the huge banner hanging between the laser cannons of two X-wings. With large letters it said:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLOODY!!!
Bloody’s jaw dropped. “What the…”
“Happy Birthday, my friend!!” Someone slapped him hard in the back.
Bloody turned his head in a jerk. “Wedge, you…”
His Corellian friend grinned. “We really got you this time, didn’t we??”
Bloody mumbled. “Allright, Wedge… You did. I must admit.”
The group laughed even more.
“I can’t believe, you guys actually remembered my birthday!!” Bloody said, when he was greeted by the entire Rogue Squadron.
“Err… We didn’t, Bloody,” Tycho admitted, honest as usual. “You never told us.”
“Then who…?”
Tycho jerked a thump over his shoulder. “She did.”
The Mon Calamari Jedi Healer, Cilghal, walked through the party to Bloody. She gave him a loving hug and smiled in her best Mon Calamarian way. “Happy Birthday, Bloody.”
He answered her smile by smiling in his best Aliran way. “Thank you, Cilghal… But how did you…”
“You told me once,” she answered. “When we spend the night at the roof of The Great Temple looking at the stars. You told me about your home, remember??”
Bloody had to dig a little in his memories, the he nodded, as he recalled that night. “Yes, I did.”
“And you came to mention the date of your birthday, because it was the day you missed Alira the most.”
Bloody didn’t remember that detail, but obviously Cilghal did. “I must be careful what I say to you in the future.”
She laughed and turned, as Admiral Ackbar approached. The Mon Calamari reached his hand out to Bloody. “Congratulations, Bloody.”
Bloody smiled and shook Ackbar’s hand. “Thank you…” He was about to say ‘fish face’, but chose not to. “Admiral.”
Ackbar smiled a bit. “No nick names?”
“This is not the occasion, Admiral. I must behave.”
“Oh, really??” Wedge raised his eyebrows. “I would love to see that!!”
Bloody snarled at him. “Shut up, General!!”
Luke quickly stepped between Wedge and Bloody. “Remember you must behave, Bloody!!” he said with a smile sparkling in the corner of his mouth.
Bloody relaxed and smiled. “Sorry, Master Skywalker. I just had a brief moment of traditional Aliran behaviour.”
Wedge winced. “Don’t make that a habit, okay??”
“Don’t worry, my friend.” Bloody grinned. “I would never dare to harm the Great Wedge Antilles, Leader of the Rogues, God of all X-wings.”
“Very funny, Bloody…”
Corran and his wife, Mirax, greeted Bloody. Mirax handed him a cake. “I didn’t know how old you are… so I chose not to put any lights on. I wouldn’t risk making you angry by giving you a wrong age.”
“It’s a Corellian ryshcate,” Corran added, slipping an arm around Mirax’s shoulders. “My wife’s best.”
Bloody smiled at Mirax. “I’ve never had ryshcate before in my whole life. Only heard of it. Thank you very much, Mirax.”
She gave him a hug. “Perhaps then you would leave the Corsec jokes to me??” she whispered in his ear.
Bloody grinned. “Maybe, Mirax. Just maybe.”
“Hey, you forgot the most important thing about ryshcate,” Luke remarked with a wry smile.
“And that would be??”
“Corellian whiskey!!” Wes slapped Bloody on the shoulder and handed him a glass. “Always good to have around when there is something to celebrate!!”
“Like I didn’t know…” Bloody smiled.
The whiskey was poured out, and Bloody cut the ryshcate and handed everyone a piece. He had only heard Wedge talk about this so fantastic cake, but even the smell made Bloody refuse to question the truth in his friend’s words. It really was delicious.
Then the whole party raised their glasses, all looking at Bloody. He felt a little embarrassed by the sudden attention, but smiled anyway – after all, it was his birthday.
“I would like to make a toast…” Wedge nodded towards Bloody and smiled. “To our silver friend, Bloody… and to future adventures.”
Bloody raised his glass. He recalled Fett saying something like that once. He surely had. After all the bounty hunter was not so different from these people. They were all his friends.
“To future adventures, Wedge.” Bloody swallowed his whiskey.
Time: Somewhere between Jedi Academy og Hand of Thrawn..
Place: Coruscant
Bloody walked down one of the heavily decorated corridors of the Galactic Senate. Once the Heart of the Empire, now the Heart of The New Republic. And even before that the Heart of The Old Republic. Bloody smiled. Ironic. The galaxy was forever in motion, always changing, but certain things remained the same. Like Coruscant, the brightly shining centre of everything. It had always been the Capital of any government.
Covered by city the planet was hideous to Bloody. Born on a far, isolated jungle planet he was used to the fresh air and wonderful, wild nature. Yavin 4 was much like Alira, his home planet, so he had no problems by fitting in there. But the polluted, stinking air of Coruscant made his lungs ache and almost strangulated him the moment he left Slave II. He hated it and didn’t want to spend more time on the planet than most necessary.
His mood had gotten a little better, though, as he stepped into the Senate with ventilation, and his lungs had accepted the low-quality air. Still he longed to get back to the Academy on the jungle moon.
Or most likely he longed for Alira. This day more than ever, without a particular reason.
He felt a few, hard stings in his heart by the thought of his home. A smirk appeared on his face. He had become a sentimental fool. The one thing in the galaxy he would have hated to become. It had to be that Jedi training’s fault, for sure.
He forced the growing feeling of loneliness and longing back in his mind and sealed it off. This was not the time to let his thoughts fly away.
Wedge Antilles had been very serious and clear, when he had asked Bloody to meet him in the hangar at 1800 hours sharp. In an important matter. Bloody did not hope that it was about the talon marks he had decorated on the Corellian Commander’s X-wing. He smiled with predatory amusement. Poor Wedge. Like his friend hadn’t enough trouble controlling Wes Janson.
He turned a corner and reached the entrance to the hangar at the end of the corridor.
As he reached out to open the door, he suddenly hesitated, alarmed by one of his senses. Something was wrong here.
He tried to stretch out with his feelings, as Master Skywalker numerous times had told him to do, to determine, what was wrong. But as usual the Force avoided him. He shrugged. It was no use getting angry, and he could handle himself just fine without an almighty power to watch his back.
Forgetting his hesitation he opened the door and stepped into the hangar.
All lights were out. It was like stepping into a wall of darkness. Bloody hissed an Aliran curse, mixed up with some Corellian phrases. What was going on here??!! Was this some kind of joke??
Wait a second… WEDGE was making a joke??!!!
The thought alone almost made Bloody turn around and run out the hangar. He managed to get a hold of himself, though. If Wedge had prepared a little joke for the Aliran, the pilot would regret it dearly. Bloody smiled, showing all his white, sharp teeth.
Now where in the Remains of Byss was the switch to the light??
He fumbled through the darkness, hoping not to fall or walk into some sort of Corellian-made trap. His hands stroke across the wall and finally he was able to find the light switch.
Before he could even think of turning on the light, it went on by itself.
“SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The sudden, high burst out of voices behind him almost made Bloody jump through the ceiling of pure fright. He turned around quick, cursing inside that he left his blaster onboard Slave II.
Behind him a large group of people was standing, smiling and laughing by the sight of the shocked expression on Bloody’s face. He immediately spotted Master Skywalker, Leia Organa Solo and her husband, Admiral Ackbar, Wes and Hobbie (somehow he wasn’t surprised) and numerous other well-known faces in the crowd, but then his attention was drawn to the huge banner hanging between the laser cannons of two X-wings. With large letters it said:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLOODY!!!
Bloody’s jaw dropped. “What the…”
“Happy Birthday, my friend!!” Someone slapped him hard in the back.
Bloody turned his head in a jerk. “Wedge, you…”
His Corellian friend grinned. “We really got you this time, didn’t we??”
Bloody mumbled. “Allright, Wedge… You did. I must admit.”
The group laughed even more.
“I can’t believe, you guys actually remembered my birthday!!” Bloody said, when he was greeted by the entire Rogue Squadron.
“Err… We didn’t, Bloody,” Tycho admitted, honest as usual. “You never told us.”
“Then who…?”
Tycho jerked a thump over his shoulder. “She did.”
The Mon Calamari Jedi Healer, Cilghal, walked through the party to Bloody. She gave him a loving hug and smiled in her best Mon Calamarian way. “Happy Birthday, Bloody.”
He answered her smile by smiling in his best Aliran way. “Thank you, Cilghal… But how did you…”
“You told me once,” she answered. “When we spend the night at the roof of The Great Temple looking at the stars. You told me about your home, remember??”
Bloody had to dig a little in his memories, the he nodded, as he recalled that night. “Yes, I did.”
“And you came to mention the date of your birthday, because it was the day you missed Alira the most.”
Bloody didn’t remember that detail, but obviously Cilghal did. “I must be careful what I say to you in the future.”
She laughed and turned, as Admiral Ackbar approached. The Mon Calamari reached his hand out to Bloody. “Congratulations, Bloody.”
Bloody smiled and shook Ackbar’s hand. “Thank you…” He was about to say ‘fish face’, but chose not to. “Admiral.”
Ackbar smiled a bit. “No nick names?”
“This is not the occasion, Admiral. I must behave.”
“Oh, really??” Wedge raised his eyebrows. “I would love to see that!!”
Bloody snarled at him. “Shut up, General!!”
Luke quickly stepped between Wedge and Bloody. “Remember you must behave, Bloody!!” he said with a smile sparkling in the corner of his mouth.
Bloody relaxed and smiled. “Sorry, Master Skywalker. I just had a brief moment of traditional Aliran behaviour.”
Wedge winced. “Don’t make that a habit, okay??”
“Don’t worry, my friend.” Bloody grinned. “I would never dare to harm the Great Wedge Antilles, Leader of the Rogues, God of all X-wings.”
“Very funny, Bloody…”
Corran and his wife, Mirax, greeted Bloody. Mirax handed him a cake. “I didn’t know how old you are… so I chose not to put any lights on. I wouldn’t risk making you angry by giving you a wrong age.”
“It’s a Corellian ryshcate,” Corran added, slipping an arm around Mirax’s shoulders. “My wife’s best.”
Bloody smiled at Mirax. “I’ve never had ryshcate before in my whole life. Only heard of it. Thank you very much, Mirax.”
She gave him a hug. “Perhaps then you would leave the Corsec jokes to me??” she whispered in his ear.
Bloody grinned. “Maybe, Mirax. Just maybe.”
“Hey, you forgot the most important thing about ryshcate,” Luke remarked with a wry smile.
“And that would be??”
“Corellian whiskey!!” Wes slapped Bloody on the shoulder and handed him a glass. “Always good to have around when there is something to celebrate!!”
“Like I didn’t know…” Bloody smiled.
The whiskey was poured out, and Bloody cut the ryshcate and handed everyone a piece. He had only heard Wedge talk about this so fantastic cake, but even the smell made Bloody refuse to question the truth in his friend’s words. It really was delicious.
Then the whole party raised their glasses, all looking at Bloody. He felt a little embarrassed by the sudden attention, but smiled anyway – after all, it was his birthday.
“I would like to make a toast…” Wedge nodded towards Bloody and smiled. “To our silver friend, Bloody… and to future adventures.”
Bloody raised his glass. He recalled Fett saying something like that once. He surely had. After all the bounty hunter was not so different from these people. They were all his friends.
“To future adventures, Wedge.” Bloody swallowed his whiskey.
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