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120_minutenTeam: Mond
Challenge: "An deiner Stelle würde ich das nicht tun..."
Fandom: Star Wars
Charaktere: Wes Janson, (+ Hobbie Klivian, Wedge Antilles)
Wörter: ~326
A/N: Dinge, die beim Warten an der Bushaltestelle geschrieben werden wollten. Spielt in der Zeit, in der Wedge die Neue Republik verlassen hat um Pirat zu spielen und Wes der Kommandant der Renegatenstaffel ist.
The cold, hard muzzle of a blaster pistol was pressed into the thug's neck. “I wouldn't do that if I were you…”
“Well, that's a lie if I ever heard one.”
“Okay, yeah, sure, I probably would, but I'm stupid. And this nice young gentleman surely isn't.”
“He is threatening a New Republic officer,” added the second, reasonable, voice for consideration.
That had the threatened man himself pull a face. “Ex-officer, guys. We've been over this.”
“Sorry, boss.” The first voice didn't sound sorry at all. Instead, the guy nudged the blaster pistol into the bounty hunter’s neck. “You see, the mortality rate of snubfighter jocks is kind of ridiculous, so he resigned his commission and became a pirate because sometimes you just need a second spot on the Empire's most wanted list.”
The would-be victim just shrugged. “Stop complaining, it earned you a promotion, didn't it?”
“Turns out people shoot at me a lot more often now, so I'll complain as much as I want.”
The reasonable guy sighed. “Maybe we could get back to the matter at hand? Not that I'm not enjoying this little chat but our friend here certainly has other people to threaten tonight…”
“Right! Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh, that's right.” The guy with the blaster cleared his throat: “I wouldn't do that if I were you.”
A trigger clicked and the thug dropped to the ground, stunned. Without paying him any further mind, Wes stepped over the body to slide into the booth next to his former commanding officer. “I see, you've been making friends with the locals while waiting for us?”
“I've always been easy to get along with.”
“And again with the lies…” Hobbie put down the pitcher of lumin ale on the greasy table.
“Good to see you, Wedge. Are you here to take back your job? Please say you are, the power of command is corrupting Janson's remaining four brain cells.”
Challenge: "An deiner Stelle würde ich das nicht tun..."
Fandom: Star Wars
Charaktere: Wes Janson, (+ Hobbie Klivian, Wedge Antilles)
Wörter: ~326
A/N: Dinge, die beim Warten an der Bushaltestelle geschrieben werden wollten. Spielt in der Zeit, in der Wedge die Neue Republik verlassen hat um Pirat zu spielen und Wes der Kommandant der Renegatenstaffel ist.
The cold, hard muzzle of a blaster pistol was pressed into the thug's neck. “I wouldn't do that if I were you…”
“Well, that's a lie if I ever heard one.”
“Okay, yeah, sure, I probably would, but I'm stupid. And this nice young gentleman surely isn't.”
“He is threatening a New Republic officer,” added the second, reasonable, voice for consideration.
That had the threatened man himself pull a face. “Ex-officer, guys. We've been over this.”
“Sorry, boss.” The first voice didn't sound sorry at all. Instead, the guy nudged the blaster pistol into the bounty hunter’s neck. “You see, the mortality rate of snubfighter jocks is kind of ridiculous, so he resigned his commission and became a pirate because sometimes you just need a second spot on the Empire's most wanted list.”
The would-be victim just shrugged. “Stop complaining, it earned you a promotion, didn't it?”
“Turns out people shoot at me a lot more often now, so I'll complain as much as I want.”
The reasonable guy sighed. “Maybe we could get back to the matter at hand? Not that I'm not enjoying this little chat but our friend here certainly has other people to threaten tonight…”
“Right! Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh, that's right.” The guy with the blaster cleared his throat: “I wouldn't do that if I were you.”
A trigger clicked and the thug dropped to the ground, stunned. Without paying him any further mind, Wes stepped over the body to slide into the booth next to his former commanding officer. “I see, you've been making friends with the locals while waiting for us?”
“I've always been easy to get along with.”
“And again with the lies…” Hobbie put down the pitcher of lumin ale on the greasy table.
“Good to see you, Wedge. Are you here to take back your job? Please say you are, the power of command is corrupting Janson's remaining four brain cells.”
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Date: 2018-10-08 02:04 pm (UTC)