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FF100 - Prompt 071 - Broken
Key Words: Janson, Hobbie, Inyri, and Wedge's midlife-crisis sports speeder
071. Broken
Like always, I don't own them
There was a pounding on her door and it was two in the morning. Inyri Forge glared at the clock to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. It was definitely two in the morning. “Go away!”
“Forge, open the door.” Wonderful. That was Wes Janson.
“I’m sleeping, Janson!” She picked up the pillow and shoved it over her head.
“Inyri, please.” And that was Hobbie Klivan. It figured. If Janson was involved, Hobbie was involved. “We have a problem that requires your particular expertise.”
“And we’re not going away until you help us,” Janson added. That she would believe. They’d probably stand out there and wake up the entire hallway if she didn’t answer her door.
With a snarl, she tossed the pillow across the room as she pulled herself from bed. Taking the full three steps that made up her tiny room, she keyed the door open and gave them her best withering glare. “What?”
Both men stared at her.
“I don’t have all night,” She growled.
“Uh,” Hobbie found his voice first, “You might want to put some clothes on.”
“Or don’t. I didn’t realize you had such nice legs,” Janson remarked.
Inyri glanced down and realized that she was standing in the hallway in a short T-shirt and panties. She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like either of you haven’t ever seen this before. What do you want?”
“Well…” Janson started, drawing the word out to several syllables.
“Hobbie?” Inyri looked at him.
“You know that really nice speeder Wedge recently acquired?”
She nodded. It was hard not to know about Wedge’s new speeder. She had thought it would take the man a few more years to reach “mid life crisis” but he seemed to have decided to get the fancy red sports-speeder about a decade too soon.
“Well, you know how Wes likes to do things he shouldn’t?” Hobbie continued.
Inyri snorted. That was an understatement. “Let me guess, Janson borrowed the speeder and he wrecked it.”
“I didn’t wreck it,” Janson said.
“But he must have done something wrong, because it no longer starts,” Hobbie finished.
“Uh-huh. And you were just an innocent bystander?” She asked sarcastically. The problem with Janson and Hobbie is that Janson was all talk unless Hobbie would tag along with the crazy scheme of the month. Or, as it had been more recently, the crazy scheme of the week.
“I may have gone along for the ride,” Hobbie said slowly.
Inyri nodded. “Well, it looks like the only thing you can do is tell Wedge what you did and hope he’s not too hard on you.”
“If we do, we’ll be on KP until we’re sixty,” Janson said. “I don’t think I can honestly peel that many potatoes.”
How was she even supposed to respond to that? There really were not words. “Too bad. I can’t do anything about it. I wasn’t the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to steal Wedge’s speeder.”
“Borrow,” Hobbie corrected.
“Yes, I know. I met a lot of borrowers growing up.” She rolled her eyes again.
“We were hoping you could, you know, fix it.” Janson said, shifting his weight nervously. Damn, he looked like a dumb teenager trying to ask out the first girl he’d ever crushed on.
“What makes you think I can fix it?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.
“Well, Horn said your dad used to teach you and your siblings about engine repair…” Hobbie started.
“You woke Corran up to fix Wedge’s speeder?” Inyri tried not to laugh. Corran knew quite a bit about engines, but he’s not the first person she’d have gone to for help. Then again, Kell Tainer wasn’t on world, so Corran probably wasn’t such a bad idea.
“Actually, Janson thought maybe Horn knew some Jedi trick that would keep Wedge from noticing until we could get it to a mechanic in the morning,” Hobbie explained, “But he didn’t think that was ethically allowed, and suggested we try talking you into helping us.”
“Corran always was the idealist,” Inyri said, smirking.
“Okay, fine.” Janson pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “How much?”
Ah, now there was a language she understood. “I don’t want your money, Janson. I have a different arrangement in mind.”
He smiled, “You know, I never thought you’d be the type to look for that sort of a favor, but…”
“Not that.” She briefly wondered if Janson said it to purposely irk her. If he did, he was doing a damn good job of it. “I want you to leave me, and every other female in the squadron, alone for two weeks. If you don’t have something intelligent or professional to say to us, then you don’t speak.”
“I’d much rather just pay you and then…”
“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.” She yawned to stress the point.
“We’ll take it,” Hobbie said quickly. Seeing Janson start to protest, he pointed at his friend, “No buts, Wes. Unless you want to talk to Wedge about how you broke his speeder.”
“It’s not broken,” Janson muttered, “It’s just having a bad day.”
Key Words: Janson, Hobbie, Inyri, and Wedge's midlife-crisis sports speeder
071. Broken
Like always, I don't own them
There was a pounding on her door and it was two in the morning. Inyri Forge glared at the clock to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. It was definitely two in the morning. “Go away!”
“Forge, open the door.” Wonderful. That was Wes Janson.
“I’m sleeping, Janson!” She picked up the pillow and shoved it over her head.
“Inyri, please.” And that was Hobbie Klivan. It figured. If Janson was involved, Hobbie was involved. “We have a problem that requires your particular expertise.”
“And we’re not going away until you help us,” Janson added. That she would believe. They’d probably stand out there and wake up the entire hallway if she didn’t answer her door.
With a snarl, she tossed the pillow across the room as she pulled herself from bed. Taking the full three steps that made up her tiny room, she keyed the door open and gave them her best withering glare. “What?”
Both men stared at her.
“I don’t have all night,” She growled.
“Uh,” Hobbie found his voice first, “You might want to put some clothes on.”
“Or don’t. I didn’t realize you had such nice legs,” Janson remarked.
Inyri glanced down and realized that she was standing in the hallway in a short T-shirt and panties. She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like either of you haven’t ever seen this before. What do you want?”
“Well…” Janson started, drawing the word out to several syllables.
“Hobbie?” Inyri looked at him.
“You know that really nice speeder Wedge recently acquired?”
She nodded. It was hard not to know about Wedge’s new speeder. She had thought it would take the man a few more years to reach “mid life crisis” but he seemed to have decided to get the fancy red sports-speeder about a decade too soon.
“Well, you know how Wes likes to do things he shouldn’t?” Hobbie continued.
Inyri snorted. That was an understatement. “Let me guess, Janson borrowed the speeder and he wrecked it.”
“I didn’t wreck it,” Janson said.
“But he must have done something wrong, because it no longer starts,” Hobbie finished.
“Uh-huh. And you were just an innocent bystander?” She asked sarcastically. The problem with Janson and Hobbie is that Janson was all talk unless Hobbie would tag along with the crazy scheme of the month. Or, as it had been more recently, the crazy scheme of the week.
“I may have gone along for the ride,” Hobbie said slowly.
Inyri nodded. “Well, it looks like the only thing you can do is tell Wedge what you did and hope he’s not too hard on you.”
“If we do, we’ll be on KP until we’re sixty,” Janson said. “I don’t think I can honestly peel that many potatoes.”
How was she even supposed to respond to that? There really were not words. “Too bad. I can’t do anything about it. I wasn’t the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to steal Wedge’s speeder.”
“Borrow,” Hobbie corrected.
“Yes, I know. I met a lot of borrowers growing up.” She rolled her eyes again.
“We were hoping you could, you know, fix it.” Janson said, shifting his weight nervously. Damn, he looked like a dumb teenager trying to ask out the first girl he’d ever crushed on.
“What makes you think I can fix it?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.
“Well, Horn said your dad used to teach you and your siblings about engine repair…” Hobbie started.
“You woke Corran up to fix Wedge’s speeder?” Inyri tried not to laugh. Corran knew quite a bit about engines, but he’s not the first person she’d have gone to for help. Then again, Kell Tainer wasn’t on world, so Corran probably wasn’t such a bad idea.
“Actually, Janson thought maybe Horn knew some Jedi trick that would keep Wedge from noticing until we could get it to a mechanic in the morning,” Hobbie explained, “But he didn’t think that was ethically allowed, and suggested we try talking you into helping us.”
“Corran always was the idealist,” Inyri said, smirking.
“Okay, fine.” Janson pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “How much?”
Ah, now there was a language she understood. “I don’t want your money, Janson. I have a different arrangement in mind.”
He smiled, “You know, I never thought you’d be the type to look for that sort of a favor, but…”
“Not that.” She briefly wondered if Janson said it to purposely irk her. If he did, he was doing a damn good job of it. “I want you to leave me, and every other female in the squadron, alone for two weeks. If you don’t have something intelligent or professional to say to us, then you don’t speak.”
“I’d much rather just pay you and then…”
“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.” She yawned to stress the point.
“We’ll take it,” Hobbie said quickly. Seeing Janson start to protest, he pointed at his friend, “No buts, Wes. Unless you want to talk to Wedge about how you broke his speeder.”
“It’s not broken,” Janson muttered, “It’s just having a bad day.”
