2010 Rogues and Wraiths Ficathon Fic
For virusq
“I’m afraid you’re going to lose your right hand, Lieutenant.”
“I don’t think I like the sound of that,” Hobbie said easily. “You see, I’ve grown very attached to my hand. In fact, we’re pretty inseparable.”
“Not anymore,” the nurse said matter-of-factly.
Hobbie’s mournful face fell, and almost became too much for Wes to bear. He cleared his throat. “You could get a cybernetic replacement, Hobbie. Just like the rest of your limbs. You’ll finally have a full set.”
Hobbie made a face. “Thanks, but I like my mismatched appearance. It makes me interesting to the ladies.”
The nurse hid a smile as she checked one of the monitors that Hobbie was hooked up to.
“Well, if you’d just stop getting in the way of the laser blasts, you wouldn’t be in this position,” Wes replied with a smirk.
“Oh bacta,” Hobbie lamented theatrically, “why have you failed me today? We’ve always been friends.” He glanced at the large tank on the other side of the room. Normally it was filled with the pink bubbling liquid that healed injuries, but it now stood empty. “Why do you turn against me in my time of need, like others?” He cast a sideways look at Wes who rolled his eyes.
“Well, you can always go into the holodramas once you’re done flying,” a voice said.
Both men turned to see their commander standing in the doorway.
“Wedge…” Hobbie pouted, “they’re gonna take my hand.”
Wedge sighed as Hobbie thrust his bandaged right hand out towards him. “Well, your luck hasn’t deserted you just yet, Hobbie. Mirax has procured a shipment of bacta and it’s on its way. It should be here tomorrow afternoon.” Wedge looked at the nurse.
“You’re very fortunate, Lieutenant, as usual,” she said. “It may take a little longer in the bacta than normal, but you’ll be able to keep your hand.”
Hobbie let out a sigh of relief and Wes slapped him cheerfully on the shoulder. “You’re gonna have to start sharing your lucky charm…I want some of that action.”
“Well, with Hobbie grounded Wes, you’re going to get some action all right.” Both men turned to look at Wedge.
“What do you mean?” Wes asked suspiciously.
“I had originally slotted Hobbie to do the tedious tasks this time around - it was his turn - but since he’s no good to me in this condition - “ he ignored the offended sound that Hobbie made and continued, “ - I’m afraid that you’re next in line.”
“What tedious tasks?”
“Some reconnaissance, cargo inspection, some light training sessions, and escort duty…for the garbage frigate.”
“For the…” Wes slowly turned his head and met Hobbie’s eyes. “I hope that the indignity you have to suffer from spending - “ he paused and extended a hand out towards the nurse.
She managed to keep a straight face. “A week perhaps.”
Wes nodded slowly and continued, “ - from spending a week with your hand in a mini-bac tank wherever you go will be punishment enough for forcing me to undergo this hardship. I will not let you forget this, Klivian.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Janson,” Hobbie said evenly, then smiled innocently. “And I’m going to be so bored that I’d gladly take my share of the dirty jobs…if I could.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Hobbie,” Wedge said smiling, “there’s actually something I can have you do while on the injured list.”
"What kind of something is that?” Hobbie asked cautiously. Wes leaned closer.
“The kind that requires only one useable hand and a pile of datapads.” Wedge grinned wryly. “Personnel reviews, inventory requistions and cataloguing, and your personal favourite…duty roster assignments.”
“But…” Hobbie protested, as Wes chuckled. “I’m INJURED, Wedge!”
“Thank you for you dedication, Lieutenant,” Wedge said as he turned to leave. “If I could give you a medal, I would. Sadly, they’re in short supply right now. And if you’ll excuse me…” With that, Wedge left the medical bay.
“Wes…it’s not fair!” Hobbie howled.
“Too bad your other hand isn’t out of commission as well,” Wes mused. “No useable hands, no paperwork.” Wes grinned at the thought, looked over at Hobbie, and the smile immediately disappeared. “Hobbie…no…”
“Oh nurse…” Hobbie sang out.
“Hobbie…”
“Wes…”
“Hobbie…”
“I’m afraid you’re going to lose your right hand, Lieutenant.”
“I don’t think I like the sound of that,” Hobbie said easily. “You see, I’ve grown very attached to my hand. In fact, we’re pretty inseparable.”
“Not anymore,” the nurse said matter-of-factly.
Hobbie’s mournful face fell, and almost became too much for Wes to bear. He cleared his throat. “You could get a cybernetic replacement, Hobbie. Just like the rest of your limbs. You’ll finally have a full set.”
Hobbie made a face. “Thanks, but I like my mismatched appearance. It makes me interesting to the ladies.”
The nurse hid a smile as she checked one of the monitors that Hobbie was hooked up to.
“Well, if you’d just stop getting in the way of the laser blasts, you wouldn’t be in this position,” Wes replied with a smirk.
“Oh bacta,” Hobbie lamented theatrically, “why have you failed me today? We’ve always been friends.” He glanced at the large tank on the other side of the room. Normally it was filled with the pink bubbling liquid that healed injuries, but it now stood empty. “Why do you turn against me in my time of need, like others?” He cast a sideways look at Wes who rolled his eyes.
“Well, you can always go into the holodramas once you’re done flying,” a voice said.
Both men turned to see their commander standing in the doorway.
“Wedge…” Hobbie pouted, “they’re gonna take my hand.”
Wedge sighed as Hobbie thrust his bandaged right hand out towards him. “Well, your luck hasn’t deserted you just yet, Hobbie. Mirax has procured a shipment of bacta and it’s on its way. It should be here tomorrow afternoon.” Wedge looked at the nurse.
“You’re very fortunate, Lieutenant, as usual,” she said. “It may take a little longer in the bacta than normal, but you’ll be able to keep your hand.”
Hobbie let out a sigh of relief and Wes slapped him cheerfully on the shoulder. “You’re gonna have to start sharing your lucky charm…I want some of that action.”
“Well, with Hobbie grounded Wes, you’re going to get some action all right.” Both men turned to look at Wedge.
“What do you mean?” Wes asked suspiciously.
“I had originally slotted Hobbie to do the tedious tasks this time around - it was his turn - but since he’s no good to me in this condition - “ he ignored the offended sound that Hobbie made and continued, “ - I’m afraid that you’re next in line.”
“What tedious tasks?”
“Some reconnaissance, cargo inspection, some light training sessions, and escort duty…for the garbage frigate.”
“For the…” Wes slowly turned his head and met Hobbie’s eyes. “I hope that the indignity you have to suffer from spending - “ he paused and extended a hand out towards the nurse.
She managed to keep a straight face. “A week perhaps.”
Wes nodded slowly and continued, “ - from spending a week with your hand in a mini-bac tank wherever you go will be punishment enough for forcing me to undergo this hardship. I will not let you forget this, Klivian.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Janson,” Hobbie said evenly, then smiled innocently. “And I’m going to be so bored that I’d gladly take my share of the dirty jobs…if I could.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Hobbie,” Wedge said smiling, “there’s actually something I can have you do while on the injured list.”
"What kind of something is that?” Hobbie asked cautiously. Wes leaned closer.
“The kind that requires only one useable hand and a pile of datapads.” Wedge grinned wryly. “Personnel reviews, inventory requistions and cataloguing, and your personal favourite…duty roster assignments.”
“But…” Hobbie protested, as Wes chuckled. “I’m INJURED, Wedge!”
“Thank you for you dedication, Lieutenant,” Wedge said as he turned to leave. “If I could give you a medal, I would. Sadly, they’re in short supply right now. And if you’ll excuse me…” With that, Wedge left the medical bay.
“Wes…it’s not fair!” Hobbie howled.
“Too bad your other hand isn’t out of commission as well,” Wes mused. “No useable hands, no paperwork.” Wes grinned at the thought, looked over at Hobbie, and the smile immediately disappeared. “Hobbie…no…”
“Oh nurse…” Hobbie sang out.
“Hobbie…”
“Wes…”
“Hobbie…”