Post by Clone two on May 28, 2007 21:51:13 GMT 1
Title: Stop Yelling!!
Author: Bloody aka Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: Bloody, Wedge, Tycho, Wes, Hobbie and Admiral Ackbar
Summary: The Rogue Squadron after a night out...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
A high, shrilling and pretty annoying bell cut through Wedge’s head and kicked him out of his sweet dreams.
He lay on his bed. His blanket was wrapped tightly around him, almost strangling him.
”Rogue Leader!!!” A voice just as shrilling as the alarm sounded from his comlink. It had to be a protocol droid. ”Report immediately to the bridge!!”
Wedge mumbled a Corellian curse and turned on the light. Then he decided to sit up.
That was the wrong decision to make.
Something hit his head like a horde of angry, stomping banthas. The sudden pain almost made him fall back in his bed. He groaned more painfully. His mouth felt as dry as a Tatooine desert, and everything seemed to wobble.
“I’m NEVER gonna drink with Bloody again!!” Wedge stood up and tried to find his clothes.
Ten minutes later he entered the bridge, stompling and running. Holding one hand to his head and hanging on to his helmet with the other hand, as if it was the only thing in his world, that wasn’t wobbling for the moment.
The rest of Rogue Spuadron was also assembled at the bridge. Most of them, especially Wes, Tycho and Hobbie, looked just as uncomfortable and pale as Wedge. Wes’ face had a slight, green colour, and he kept sinking as if he was trying to prevent something from bursting out of his mouth.
Another figure present at the bridge drew Wedge’s attention. Bloody, a tall Aliran, was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. It was impossible to see, if the alien suffered from the same hangovers as the Rogues. But his tail, which used to be on the move constantly, was lying remarkably still on the floor.
Bloody caught Wedge’s eye and nodded with a grin that showed all his white, sharp teeth. Then he hissed something in his own language. What his friend had said, Wedge didn’t know. And he didn’t want to know.
The blasted siren was even higher and more shrill at the bridge, than it had been in Wedge’s cabin. The stomping banthas in Wedge’s head had now been replaced by a legion of Imperial AT-AT’s.
“Goodmorning General…” Wes greeted him with a very, very slight nod.
Wedge nodded back, but his tongue wouldn’t form any words.
“Some heavy drinking last night, eh??” Hobbie said.
“Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so heavy, if you hadn’t brought Bloody along,” Wes remarked, while he fought the need to throw up.
“Oh, yeah??” Wedge turned towards him. “Well, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so heavy, if you had kept your big mouth shut!! It was you, who told him that he couldn’t drink!!”
Before Wes could think of an answer, Admiral Ackbar entered the bridge.
The Rogues immediately stood at attention. Bloody only stepped away from the wall and placed his hands on his back.
“At ease!!” Admiral Ackbar seemed stressed, in fact he had been running onto the bridge. “We have made an emergency jump out of hyperspace…”
The shrilling siren and the Admiral’s rough voice only made Wedge’s headache worse. And this time the Admiral was shouting. NOT a very pleasant noise.
Just when he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, the siren was accompanied by an even higher catastrophe alarm. Ackbar raised his voice.
“d**n it, Admiral!!” Tycho was the first to lose it. “I don’t care, if the Empire is blasting us to pieces or invading us!!”
“Or if somebody stole your favourite starcruiser…” Bloody mumbled in the background.
“Just STOP yelling!!” Wedge shouted, covering his ears.
Ackbar starred at the pale, sick looking Rogues with disbelief in his eyes. “Is something wrong, GENERAL Antilles??”
Wedge simply nodded, keeping his mouth tightly shut.
Author: Bloody aka Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: Bloody, Wedge, Tycho, Wes, Hobbie and Admiral Ackbar
Summary: The Rogue Squadron after a night out...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
A high, shrilling and pretty annoying bell cut through Wedge’s head and kicked him out of his sweet dreams.
He lay on his bed. His blanket was wrapped tightly around him, almost strangling him.
”Rogue Leader!!!” A voice just as shrilling as the alarm sounded from his comlink. It had to be a protocol droid. ”Report immediately to the bridge!!”
Wedge mumbled a Corellian curse and turned on the light. Then he decided to sit up.
That was the wrong decision to make.
Something hit his head like a horde of angry, stomping banthas. The sudden pain almost made him fall back in his bed. He groaned more painfully. His mouth felt as dry as a Tatooine desert, and everything seemed to wobble.
“I’m NEVER gonna drink with Bloody again!!” Wedge stood up and tried to find his clothes.
Ten minutes later he entered the bridge, stompling and running. Holding one hand to his head and hanging on to his helmet with the other hand, as if it was the only thing in his world, that wasn’t wobbling for the moment.
The rest of Rogue Spuadron was also assembled at the bridge. Most of them, especially Wes, Tycho and Hobbie, looked just as uncomfortable and pale as Wedge. Wes’ face had a slight, green colour, and he kept sinking as if he was trying to prevent something from bursting out of his mouth.
Another figure present at the bridge drew Wedge’s attention. Bloody, a tall Aliran, was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. It was impossible to see, if the alien suffered from the same hangovers as the Rogues. But his tail, which used to be on the move constantly, was lying remarkably still on the floor.
Bloody caught Wedge’s eye and nodded with a grin that showed all his white, sharp teeth. Then he hissed something in his own language. What his friend had said, Wedge didn’t know. And he didn’t want to know.
The blasted siren was even higher and more shrill at the bridge, than it had been in Wedge’s cabin. The stomping banthas in Wedge’s head had now been replaced by a legion of Imperial AT-AT’s.
“Goodmorning General…” Wes greeted him with a very, very slight nod.
Wedge nodded back, but his tongue wouldn’t form any words.
“Some heavy drinking last night, eh??” Hobbie said.
“Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so heavy, if you hadn’t brought Bloody along,” Wes remarked, while he fought the need to throw up.
“Oh, yeah??” Wedge turned towards him. “Well, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so heavy, if you had kept your big mouth shut!! It was you, who told him that he couldn’t drink!!”
Before Wes could think of an answer, Admiral Ackbar entered the bridge.
The Rogues immediately stood at attention. Bloody only stepped away from the wall and placed his hands on his back.
“At ease!!” Admiral Ackbar seemed stressed, in fact he had been running onto the bridge. “We have made an emergency jump out of hyperspace…”
The shrilling siren and the Admiral’s rough voice only made Wedge’s headache worse. And this time the Admiral was shouting. NOT a very pleasant noise.
Just when he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, the siren was accompanied by an even higher catastrophe alarm. Ackbar raised his voice.
“d**n it, Admiral!!” Tycho was the first to lose it. “I don’t care, if the Empire is blasting us to pieces or invading us!!”
“Or if somebody stole your favourite starcruiser…” Bloody mumbled in the background.
“Just STOP yelling!!” Wedge shouted, covering his ears.
Ackbar starred at the pale, sick looking Rogues with disbelief in his eyes. “Is something wrong, GENERAL Antilles??”
Wedge simply nodded, keeping his mouth tightly shut.