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jedipilot

OOM: Fel Residence

Aug 28, 2006 21:15

The only good thing a sock puppet is good for is burning. Watching as the faces dissolve into tiny particles of smoke and disperse in the room above. This is what it was like at Anakin's funeral. This is what, Jaina supposes, it may have been like at Tony's ( Read more... )

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col_cardboard August 29 2006, 01:34:00 UTC

Granted, the speeder's engine isn't as loud as most: Jag's spent a lot of time fooling with it, modifying it, taking it apart and putting it back together again in order to try and make it run smoother and more efficiently. It purrs like a happy pitten, and he's extremely proud of his work.

Even if she doesn't hear the engine, she might notice the hiss of the cockpit seal and the thump of Jag's boots hitting the floor of the garage. "I'm home!" he calls as he pulls off his helmet and hangs it on the wall by the door.

jedipilot August 29 2006, 01:45:08 UTC

Those calls of "I'm home!" seem to get louder and more bold every day. But it's nice - that reassurance that they have a home now. And not just a rented room in a bar.

Jaina can't help but hear the shout and the loud thumping of his boots. She glances towards the open door leading into the farm section she's in and briefly considers shutting it closed with the Force. The thought is interrupted when flames hit a plasteel button on one of the faces, causing embers to crackle loudly against it.

It really is a pretty site.

col_cardboard August 29 2006, 01:51:47 UTC

Jag wanders through their house, pulling off his flight gloves and loosening bits of uniform as he goes. It's so nice to have a place to unwind after a long day on base.

"Jaina?" he calls again. There's a smell of ozone in the air: something's burning, but there's no one in the kitchen. He follows the smell back further into the house, slightly worried. "Honey, you home?"

jedipilot August 29 2006, 02:02:31 UTC

If Jay-vee had a post right about now, he'd possibly be muttering about lazy humans and more clean up to do. If he was that sort of housekeeping droid, anyway. Y'know, the type with their wires crossed a dozen times.

But this isn't Jay-vee's post, so:

At this point, the flames start to lick the other plasteel button on that one sock, causing sparks to shoot out towards Jaina. She backs away quickly, hitting the tank behind her with a loud crash.

"Kriff vapin' Force damn it!"

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